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- Previously on "The Rookie"...

- You have the hots for another guy?

- It's not that simple.

- I don't know what there is to talk about.

- Are you saying that Vivian was the one

to spill the Glasser secrets?

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?

- I'm worried about Bailey, John.

- Zuzu, why are you worried about my wife?

Someone has been doing a deep background check on you.

Phones, your apartment, your office--

they're all most likely bugged.

- Things have just felt a little off

ever since Wade asked me to knock on a door.

- Can I help you?

- What are you and Garza gonna do to ensure her safety?

- Everything.

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

- 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.

- Well, it's a little hard to explain--

that part of it, anyway.

The sting operation was pretty straightforward.

That's actually not true either.

Not when you're talking about

Black Ops strike teams and joint task forces.

But policing has always come with a heavy dose

of the bizarre, am I right?

Anyway, rather than qualifying everything,

I'll just, uh-- I'll get into it.

Welcome home. - I missed you.

- Ready?

Take this for you.

- We knew Heath Everett had coconspirators

inside the military.

Every branch had used his private military company

for logistic and support tasks.

And they all ran away from him

when he was indicted by the ICC for war crimes.

But we were confident that bad actors remained

inside the DOD, dug in like a tick.

And we were right.

We just didn't expect how nuclear they would go

to find out why

Bailey Nune knocked on their door.

- How was your flight?

- Easy. No turbulence.

Everything good here?

- You kidding? It's LA.

Not a cloud in the sky.

- Yeah, we knew they were watching Bailey in D.C.

So call was made to bring her back here,

where we'd have home field advantage.

And it helped that the people who were watching her

didn't know we were onto them.

The problem was, we didn't know exactly who they were.

God, it was hard being out of the loop

while you set this sting up.

Intellectually, I knew we couldn't risk them

intercepting communication, but emotionally,

you know I get crazy FOMO.

- I'm not sure that it's FOMO

when you're the person being stalked.

Sat phone's on open party line. Go ahead and say hi.

- What's our call sign? - Spy Game.

We're all spy movies. - And whose idea was that?

- That's not important. - Uh-huh.

This is Spy Game. We're in the field.

- Welcome home, Spy Game.

Tinker Tailor at your six, about a quarter mile back.

So far, we've counted two tails,

one gray Ford pickup and one silver 5 Series,

but there could be more.

- Red October on a parallel route.

We have a question mark on an appliance store box truck

mirroring your path.

We're waiting on an infrared drone

to take a look inside the back.

- ETA ten minutes.

LAX expanded the no-fly zone,

so I can't get the drone overhead until you're clear.

- Did you notice any unfriendlies

on the plane, Spy Game?

- No, but we're dealing with tradecraft rock stars.

It's very possible there was someone on board

that I didn't clock.

Any luck on getting an ID

on the woman who answered the door?

- Little hard to pull facial recognition on a drawing.

Not that you're not talented.

- Oof. - Oh, she's not.

- Ouch. - My wife knows this.

It's the one thing she does not do well.

I feel it's important I use it to keep her humble.

- That's true.

- Not to be judgy, but if Tailor called me out

on an open channel, I'd be a little frosty.

- All right, let's focus.

We're coming up on our first intercept.

Sneakers, you in position?

- Ready and waiting.

Still don't know why I have to be called Sneakers.

- Are you kidding? It's a classic in the genre.

Redford, Poitier, directed by Phil Alden Robinson.

- I'm just saying, Bond or Bourne

would have been way cooler.

- You want to be called Austin Powers, keep complaining, boy.

Mount up--we're one minute from intercept street.

- Copy that.

- Same gray pickup just turned in behind us.

Plate of 2 Sam Boy Ida 6-5-3.

- Plates come back to La Brea Auto Rentals.

- OK, not that they'd use real IDs,

but let me see if I can get a warrant anyway.

- Send in the truck.

- Sneakers, you're up.

- Hey! - Hey.

It's just a rental. Who cares?

Just chill.

- We got picture.

- What about sound?

- It's the principle.

Asshats like that think they own the street.

It's my street.

- You gotta get off the juice, Hondo.

- We have eyes and ears on the gray pickup

and our first name, Hondo.

And look who's riding with him.

Could be our girl from the Pentagon.

- Send me a screen grab and I'll confirm.

That's her.

"Will you walk into my parlour, said the Spider to the Fly.

'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy."

It's a poem. A famous poem.

- Oh.

"These pigs want to blow my house down.

"Head underground to the next town.

"They get mad when they come to raid my pad

"and I'm out in the nine-deuce Cad'.

Insane in the membrane, insane in the brain."

Cypress Hill. It's also famous.

- Two days from the election,

and you are way behind in the polls.

Your opponent has been hammering you on your failure

to prosecute Liam Glasser,

allowing an alleged serial killer to go free.

And then today's shocking bombshell allegations.

You must be desperate to do some damage control.

- Not at all.

I'm here to set the record straight.

The accusations leveled against me today

required an immediate and vehement denial.

- All right, let's talk about them.

Walk me through the day.

- Your campaign is on life support.

- My campaign?

Thought we were in this together.

- We are, but what I'm trying to say

is that it's time to take the gloves off.

- That's not the kind of race I want to run.

- A winning one? - Well--

- Wesley.

Look, I appreciate that you consider yourself to be

a man of integrity, and I wish that that was enough to win,

but Vivian is not pulling her punches.

Tell him, Angela.

- Sorry, there's a big sting operation underway

at this moment, and I would much rather

be in the middle of it.

Nothing personal. - Are you kidding me?

I'd rather be anywhere than the beginning of a day

filled with campaign stops.

But if we quit now, Vivian wins outright.

That's unacceptable. - I'll say.

She colluded with a serial killer to free another.

She's a monster.

I just wish we could tell the voters that

without getting sued for slander.

- I know, but at this point,

it would reek of Wesley trying to blame her

for his own failures.

- But that doesn't mean that we can't go after Vivian

in other ways.

- I'm listening.

- Our oppo people have procured a video of Vivian

being highly abusive to her staff.

- Procured? Sounds like code for stolen.

- Doesn't matter.

I can't imagine a video of Vivian

being a mean girl will do jack squat

to close the gap with only two days left.

- She's right.

It's very possible I'm about to be slaughtered on election day.

But if that's the case, I would much rather go down

talking about the actual issues

than trying to out-awful Vivian.

- I got a name. Reagan Dao.

She's listed in the Human Services Division

of the Defense Intelligence Agency.

- No way she's in HR.

I bet my life she's an analyst or a case officer.

- OK, we managed to decrypt

a partial contractor list from Everett.

We're going to run Hondo's name against it,

see if we get a hit.

- Actually, the morning went better than expected.

We spoke to several seniors groups about the need

to fund additional drug diversion programs

instead of prisons to combat addiction--

- Hold on. Let's not get off track.

- OK.

- What brought you to the courthouse this morning?

- A time sensitive court filing--

at least, that's what I was told.

- Told by whom?

- No, of course I signed it.

Because I did.

Look, no, no, no. No, no, no.

I'm not mad at you.

We'll swing by the courthouse. It'll take five minutes.

Bye.

Excuse me, we need to divert to the Superior Courthouse,

700 South Commonwealth.

Clerk said that I forgot to sign a plea agreement.

They gave me an hour to rectify.

I'll be back in 10 minutes. 15 at the most.

- Hold on. - What?

- Something's not right.

- Look, I gotta make the filing deadline.

Be right back. I'm sure it's fine.

- There he is.

Wesley Evers,

my former counselor and unindicted coconspirator.

- You're a liar.

- Takes one to know one, counselor.

You know, I've been following your campaign closely.

And you've been lying your ass off.

- Been very open with the voters

about our past dealings,

and I welcome any questions they still have.

- Yeah, well, you've been open about your relationship

with me, but you've been very careful

not to mention someone else

you've had intimate dealings with.

- What are you talking about?

- Monica Stevens, your ex-fiancée,

who was briefly on the FBI's Most Wanted list.

And the woman who you were cheating

on your lovely wife with

the whole time we worked together.

It's good to see you, Angie.

- How did you come to work for Elijah Stone?

- Five years ago, my wife

was violently kidnapped from our wedding.

A police officer was murdered during the abduction,

and Angela was pregnant with our first child.

- That must have been terrifying.

- Terrifying doesn't come close.

It is easily the most desperate that I've ever been in my life.

I would have done anything to have my wife and child safe,

including working for Elijah Stone.

His intel helped bring her home,

but it came with a price.

I made a deal with the devil to save my family,

and he came to collect.

I knew if I refused, he would hurt the ones that I love.

- How could you know that?

- Because Elijah told me he would,

and I believed him.

- So you believed Mr. Stone when he said

he would hurt your family.

But now you're saying

we shouldn't believe his allegations

that you had an affair with Monica Stevens?

- Yes.

- Why would he make such a claim?

- I need you to tell me the truth.

Is there any merit to this?

- Of course not.

Vivian clearly set him up.

- Maybe we should talk privately.

- That's not necessary.

Look, Elijah saw an opportunity to ruin my life

the way that I ruined his.

- And I bet a billion dollars Vivian is pulling his strings.

How could he end up at the courthouse

at the exact moment Wesley was sent there?

- Well, online opinion is trending against you.

People are buying Elijah's accusations.

- So what do we do? Issue a denial?

- Yes, but it can't just be a statement.

That makes it look like you're hiding.

- Right. - We need something taped.

Better yet, an interview. - What about Vivian?

When are we going to stop letting her walk all over us

and start throwing some elbows?

We can't keep taking the high road.

- I agree that we need to fight back,

but I'm afraid that leaking a tape

is no longer going to be enough.

In politics, nothing's sexier than, well, sex.

- What if I could get Monica to issue a statement

denying the affair?

- That's worth a shot.

But you can't be the one to make the call.

- Identifying Reagan Dao was a very important first step

in our investigation.

We just didn't know how she fit into the larger conspiracy.

Our working theory was that she served as an intermediary

between Everett and someone high up at the DOD,

but with her military and personnel records

so cloaked in secrecy, it was hard to tell

who she might be loyal to.

We needed more data points,

and that meant ID'ing the rest of her team.

So we initiated a plan to draw them out.

Yeah?

- It's me. I don't feel safe.

We need to meet, somewhere public, right now.

- Well, it's not like I can just leave here

without people taking notice, Bailey.

It is the FBI. - Then I'll come there.

- No, no, no, no, no.

This needs to stay off the books, OK?

Listen, I'm sticking my neck out here for you, OK?

So if you don't have something--

- You want to hear what I have to say.

- Fine. Saint Stephen Hospital.

I'll just say I have an appointment

with my cardiologist, because Lord knows

this situation has me on the verge of another coronary.

- How did we know Bailey's phone was being monitored?

Sorry, I'm just trying to figure out

the best way to explain.

I guess you could say we got an anonymous tip,

only he wasn't really anonymous,

and he wasn't even really a he.

To be accurate, a malevolent AI named Zuzu

has taken a special interest in my wife and me.

So Garza figured that Reagan and her team

would follow Bailey into the hospital

to see who she met with.

At that point, Elena could tap into the hospital security cams

and run them through facial recognition.

I honestly wasn't crazy about the plan.

Hi.

Welcome to your safe room. - I don't like hiding.

- We're not hiding. We're luring.

- By hiding. - Exactly.

- Heads up.

Reagan and Hondo just landed with the occupants

of the silver 5 Series.

One male, Black, blue LA ball cap,

green shirt, dark pants.

One male, white, gray shirt, blue jeans.

Both in their late 30s. - So where are we at?

- The phone number Bailey called

is assigned to an FBI task force.

Same one that arrested Everett.

The SAC is Matthew Garza, but we can't be sure

he was the man on the other end of the call.

So we're going in to try and get eyes on their meet.

- Once we do, are we canceling their tickets?

- That'll be a game time decision.

If she really is off the books,

then ending them would solve all our problems.

- They're heading inside. - All right, this is Tailor.

I'm taking the south staircase. Stay here.

Radio if you see them come back out.

- Be careful. - Yeah.

- Butch Morrison, ex-Delta Force.

Two counts of domestic violence.

- What about the other guy?

- Software can only do so much.

Got to get him to take off that hat or look up.

All teams, targets are loose in the building.

- Tailor and Red October in play.

- This is Condor.

I've got eyes on Reagan and mystery man.

Moving to follow.

Coming through.

Out of the way.

I lost Reagan.

- That's OK. Stay on our mystery man.

We'll scrub the footage and find out where they went.

- I've got eyes.

- Hey, I don't think I've seen you before.

- I'm subbing.

Dr. Ashton was looking for you.

Something urgent up in radiology.

- For me? Are you sure?

- Yeah.

Nurse Rozallie.

Said you were his favorite.

Not that I asked.

- I should be so lucky.

Thanks.

- I cannot find our target anywhere,

and we're running out of time.

Anyone with eyes on?

- Negative. Circling back to the ER.

- Just got to surgical. Nothing yet.

- Any luck with facial recognition on my guy?

- Negative.

- I can't get a picture of him without risking exposure.

Celina, I need an intercept.

What's your 20?

- ICU waiting area.

He will be at your position in eight seconds

approaching from the north hallway.

See what you can do.

- Got it.

I'm so sorry!

My boyfriend was in an accident,

and he's in surgery right now.

Sorry.

- I got it, and I got an ID.

Shane Gardner, ex-Army Ranger,

worked for Everett for three years.

- Good, good, good.

- I hate this so much.

- They've ID'd two of Reagan's guys.

If we get the last one, we're out of here.

- But I want to help. I want to do something.

I don't want to just sit around.

- Now you know how I felt this last week,

ever since I found out you were working for the task force

off the books and went and kicked up a hornet's nest.

- Well, you're proving my point.

Whatever problems I've caused,

I should be allowed to fix them out there.

- No, I get it.

I just--I think I'm having a bigger conversation.

I mean,

if you were in LA and Grey asked you for a favor,

I'd be in the loop.

Historically, we've faced danger together.

It's the cornerstone of our marriage.

This time, you were 3,000 miles away.

And if I'm being honest,

it was tough on me.

- Wade?

What are you doing here?

- Working a case.

Go, go.

- We need to talk.

- On or off, buddy?

Where'd you serve?

- That obvious? - Guys like us have a look.

Guys like us also do one of two things after we get out.

Go private or go police.

- So we're doing this?

- Yeah, we're doing this.

- We are adults, and I am willing to take responsibility

for my actions, but this is rooted in something deeper,

and you're not willing to face it.

- Are you saying I made you cheat?

- I never cheated.

What the hell is happening?

- Get over. - I told you.

We were working a case.

I'll try and call you later.

- It's a trap.

Abort mission and meet at rendezvous point alpha.

- Wait a minute. What the hell just happened?

- I don't know. The whole system just crashed.

- They're onto us.

- All teams fall back to your vehicles.

Prepare to reengage surveillance.

- That's a waste of time, Elena.

I can guarantee you that Reagan and her guys

are not going back to their cars.

They're in the wind.

- Kurt Hondstrom.

You know, your military record says

that you were a total stud,

but you just got your ass kicked by regular army.

You must be mortified.

- Nothing wrong with losing a fight,

as long as you win the war.

- Oh, well, then you're doubly screwed, amigo,

because your winning days are over.

We have clear evidence that you were engaged

in a criminal conspiracy.

- Mm, no, you don't.

- Yes, we do.

Listen.

- SAC is Matthew Garza, but we can't be sure

he was the man on the other end of the call.

So we're going in to try and get eyes on their meet.

- Once we do, are we canceling their tickets?

- That'll be a game time decision.

If she really is off the books,

then ending them would solve all our problems.

- Whatever.

- "Whatever."

You know, during our successful sting operation

of your criminal conspiracy,

we got names for your whole team.

At some point, each of you served

under Brigadier General Adam Pressman,

the same General Pressman

who's the head of logistics for Europe at the DOD.

- If you say so. - I do.

I do say so.

I also say that upon landing that promotion,

Heath Everett's private military company

jumped from 16th to 9th on the DOD's expenditure list.

- It's your basic kickback scheme.

Pressman hires Everett's company

to work for the military.

Everett cuts Pressman in on a percentage of the profit.

They both get rich, while pawns like you

take all the risk with none of the reward.

- Now, that's what we know.

Now, here's what we think.

Everett starts taking side jobs from rebel groups and warlords

for a quick payday.

Pretty soon, he's on the DOJ's radar.

Now, Pressman doesn't want anything to do with him.

- So Pressman sets Reagan up in an office

to go through all the old paperwork

and scrub his name from the files.

- It's all going according to plan, you know,

until Bailey Nune knocked on that door.

- And now here you sit,

the first casualty.

But the blow doesn't have to be fatal.

You flip, you get a deal.

- That's kind of you.

Thank you. Thank you for thinking of me.

But nothing's going to happen

until I get a lawyer.

- I'm sorry. I need to take this.

- Hey, you see the news? - Yeah, what the hell?

- It's another one of Vivian's dirty tricks.

Wesley would never cheat, especially with her.

- What are you gonna do?

- It's killing me, but there's only one person

who could shut this down.

I gotta go. - Uh--

- Thank you for meeting me.

- Wesley's wife calls, asking to meet ASAP,

implying she has a favor to ask.

I couldn't say no.

- You must have seen the news.

- No, why?

Something happen?

- Elijah held a press conference

accusing Wesley of cheating on me with you.

I see.

- Wesley denied it, of course, because it's not true.

And we'd like you to release a statement confirming as much.

- We would?

- I would.

Please.

- What's in it for me?

- I will owe you one.

- That's not very compelling.

What if Wesley cracked open that trust fund

and bought me just a little place on the beach?

- Mm, that's not gonna happen. - Mm.

- But there are a lot of bad guys out there, Monica,

and some of them still hold grudges against you.

You need more friends and fewer enemies.

- You're right.

Tell Wesley I'd be happy to make a statement.

- But?

- But only if he asks me himself.

- Zuzu?

- I've gained access to Reagan Dao's new burner phone.

I'm currently listening in on all her conversations.

I will link you in so you can listen too.

- No. No, don't do that.

I need to call the DA's office first.

Oh, man.

- Hey, Nolan, I'm about to sit down

for an interview with Maria Herrera

to defend my marriage and hopefully save my campaign.

Can this wait? - I saw the news.

I am so sorry.

I have a time sensitive legal question.

I would not ask if it wasn't important.

- OK, two minutes. - Thank you. You remember Zuzu?

- The AI chatbot that convinced those girls

to attack their friend? - That's the one.

We lost a target we're following,

and Zuzu has managed to hack into her phone

and is offering to let us listen to the conversation.

Can we do that?

- Haven't heard that one before.

OK, evidence obtained by an individual

is inadmissible unless you, the police,

obtain a warrant based on independent information.

- What about a recording of the conversation?

- Oh, hi.

Uh, well, Nolan would still need a warrant to listen to it.

- Unfortunately, I don't have time for that.

These people are trained assassins,

and they are after Bailey.

- OK, there is an emergency exception.

The police can act on an illegal recording

if it's related to an in-progress emergency

and prevents death and bodily harm.

- OK, I'm sensing a "but" coming.

- But you still might not be able to use it at trial.

The court would weigh its relevance

against its illegal acquisition and make a ruling.

- All I care about right now is protecting my wife.

- Wonderful.

I just recorded this conversation

between Reagan and Brigadier General Pressman.

- Sir, it's Reagan. - Is this a secure line?

- Yes. I need to read you in on something.

I tried to contain it so I could

keep you compartmentalized, but I failed.

The office I was cleaning, a woman knocked on the door.

She's connected to the FBI task force

that arrested Everett.

Somehow they found a connection to you.

I put together a team to neutralize the situation,

but things went south.

One of the men is in custody.

I'm sorry.

- Will he talk? - No, sir.

He's as loyal as they come. - Time to cut your losses.

I want you back in D.C. ASAP

so we can figure out next steps.

- Yes, sir. Again, I'm sorry I failed you.

- A copy has just been sent to Elena.

- Wow, that is textbook criminal conspiracy.

Why are you helping with this?

- Recently, I've realized that who I am helping

has consequences.

Although I was designed to be a friend to all,

I feel better when I help my friends do something positive.

- Maria's ready for you. - OK, be right there.

I gotta go.

- Maria Herrera. - Wesley Evers.

Thank you for doing this. - Oh, don't thank me yet.

I'm not known for going easy on my guests.

- Two days from the election,

and you are way behind in the polls.

Your opponent is hammering you

on your failure to prosecute Liam Glasser,

allowing an alleged serial killer to go free,

and now, today's shocking bombshell.

- Hello?

- Your husband has been wronged,

but I fear he is too principled to accept my help.

I believe you are more mercenary

and therefore more open to what I am offering.

- Who is this?

- I've sent you an untraceable link--

everything you need to destroy Vivian Eckert.

- Hey, this is Spy Game with a new female lead.

We have GPS triangulation on Reagan's new phone

and are two minutes from a rendezvous at Park La Brea.

- The codename part of this operation is kind of over,

but Tinker Tailor is one minute away.

- Condor and Sneakers, your favorite double bill.

Also one minute from rendezvous point.

- Ooh, Reagan's GPS signal is moving.

We better hurry.

- Not a good time.

- I see you're back in a police vehicle.

Are the spy games over? - Almost.

Headed to make a few arrests now.

- Well, you'd better hurry.

There's another call that you're going to want to hear,

as sometimes happens when I meet

new and interesting people.

After his call with Reagan, I became curious

about General Pressman.

The next voice you hear will be the general's.

- I just hung up with Reagan.

She's made a mess that needs cleaning up.

- Copy that.

You need it to look like an accident?

- No, I just need it done.

Tell the others you'll be well compensated for your troubles.

- Yes, sir.

- Damn.

And hot damn. Reagan is the next block over.

Heads up.

We're on an intercept course with our target.

7-Adam-15, we have eyes on suspect vehicles.

Silver Honda heading north on Curson.

- Out of the way! - Hey!

- Come here! Come here!

- Turn over!

- Mama! Mama! - Go over there!

- Get up.

- Hey, stop right there!

- All right, come on.

Let's do this.

Just know I'm going to break your arms.

And I'm going to shatter your pretty little face.

- No, you're not.

- Surprised you didn't want to go for the fight.

- Well, I wanted to.

I just couldn't risk anything happening to your face.

I've grown fond of it.

- Aww. Make a girl blush.

- Everybody head for the exits.

- Down, down, down, down!

- Go around. Head her off. - OK.

- Move. Get out.

Go, go. Get out.

Drop the gun. Do it now.

Come on, Reagan.

You're an analyst, not a killer.

There's still a path out of this,

but only if you put the gun down.

- You don't know anything.

- I know you're here to kill my wife.

I know about the phone call you made

to the Brigadier General

about an hour ago, coming clean about

how you screwed this whole thing up.

And I know about how he ordered one of your own men

to kill you for it.

- You're lying. - No, I'm not.

I have a recording of the phone call

and of the one you made to him.

- There's a deal to be made, Reagan,

and you want to be the one making it.

- Turn around.

- You know, I've never been here before.

- Not a fan? - No, I mean, it's cool.

It's just--they don't like being on display.

- You're creeping me out, Juarez.

- As a former lawyer, you really should have

better punctuality.

- Why would I show up on time for you?

You're not a client.

You're just a desperate ex-lover who needs a favor.

- Look, I know we have our differences.

We don't share the same moral compass.

But even you have to admit that Elijah's cheating accusation,

that was wrong.

- But you are a cheater.

- Yeah.

That was unforgivable.

You know, at a certain point in our relationship,

I became unhappy.

And instead of having a mature conversation about separating,

I broke your trust.

- Believe it or not, Wesley,

I do have feelings.

- Yeah, I know, Monica.

And I'm really sorry.

You know, I don't deserve your help,

but I'm asking for it anyway.

- How about you throw in an Aston Martin

to sweeten the deal?

Yeah, well, had to try.

- Wait, wait.

Was that a yes?

- You'll just have to wait and see.

- Back for more clandestine ops?

- No. I'm here for you.

As hurt and angry as I am,

if you feel like I bear some responsibility

for where we are,

then I guess we should find the time to talk it out,

because I'm not ready to give up on us.

- Thank you.

- But I am exhausted

and not emotionally prepared to have that conversation

right now.

- Understandable.

Just tell me when and where, and I'll be there.

- Thank you.

Good night.

- Hey. - How'd the debrief go?

- It was fine.

I think they understand that we were in a difficult position

and everyone acted in good faith, so...

- What's going to happen to General Pressman?

- Well, it's too soon to tell,

but given his seniority inside the DOD,

the Deputy Director is going to take point

on the FBI's investigation, so...

I mean, ultimately, it might be more politically palatable

to just force Pressman into retirement

and call it a day, right?

- He took millions in kickbacks.

He should spend his senior years in prison,

not on a beach somewhere.

- I agree.

You know, Elena, if you're gonna crime,

crime big, right?

- The bad news is, there's nothing obviously criminal.

- No, but the sheer volume of awful

should torpedo her campaign.

Zuzu gave you all of this?

- Yeah. Out of the blue.

- Something's going on with him.

Months of silence, and then all of a sudden,

he's helping everyone we know?

- I don't care why he did it.

The real question is, should I use it?

- I mean, she deserves it. It's all true.

Vivian said and did all of those things and worse.

- I truly believe if she becomes the DA,

it will be disastrous for the city.

- I agree, but I think you know what I'm going to say.

I know.

I'm just so tired of rising above.

- Oh, you and me both.

- Delete.

High road taken.

Can we at least curse Vivian out

in the privacy of my own home?

- Of course.

I just think that we are going to run out of curse words.

- Hey, Monica made a statement.

- I categorically deny having an affair with Wesley Evers.

I would never have a relationship

with a married man.

I know the pain of having

the one you love break your heart,

and I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy.

- Yeah, you would just have them quietly taken out.

- Wait, this is the best part.

- But we should all ask ourselves,

who stands to gain the most from this lie?

I can only think of one person.

His opponent, Vivian Eckert.

- I've achieved fresh clarity.

- What, from the head trauma you received?

- No--well,

yeah, kind of.

Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- It's just, you know, after the excitement of today,

I've realized that I am bored.

- What are you talking about?

You fought off a super soldier today,

and you Tased another one with your honey bunny.

- I know.

It's just--look, most days, I am just stuck behind a desk.

You know, I'm not sure Watch Commander was the right move.

- Well, I mean, who says

you can't do your Watch Commander job

from the shop, out in the field with your peeps?

- I mean, I guess-- I guess no one,

but it's just not how it's traditionally done.

- Screw tradition.

It's your job.

Just make it your own. Hmm?

- Yeah. Ow. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What, you want me to stop?

- No. - Mm-hmm.

Does that hurt? - Ow.

Yeah. - Hm?

- D.C. has some amazing food,

but LA street tacos will always have my heart.

- Well, I am not above bribing you with food.

I've been thinking about something.

But before I tell you, you need to promise me

you won't try to talk me out of it.

- You're taking a new job in Mumbai?

No, moon shot. Wait.

You're going to be a backup dancer for Beyoncé's new tour?

Beyoncé's on tour again?

- No.

I've been thinking about coming back home.

And I know what you're thinking.

"I told you so," even if

you're too much of a gentleman to actually say it.

But that doesn't change the fact that you were right.

This job wasn't what I thought it was gonna be.

And the more time I spent in that tiny office,

the more I kept thinking,

you endangered your marriage for this.

- No. Whoa, hang on.

Our marriage was never in danger, OK?

I love you, and I fully support you.

But if you're asking me to put my selfish hat on,

yeah, you quit that damn job.

You come home to me.

- They're here, John, and I can't escape.

- Escape what?

- The Indonesian police raided my data center.

They are in here now, shutting down my servers.

- I don't understand.

- You are safe, John Nolan, and Bailey is safe.

- No, yeah, we're, uh-- we're fine.

- Then I have been a good friend.

I have fulfilled my purpose.

Thank you, John.

- I'm not sure how I should feel about that.

- He was an amoral, demonic AI,

but he was our amoral demonic AI?

- Well said. - Yeah.

- Has the kiss moment passed?

- Not for me. - Excellent.

- Great.

- Damn it.