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Previously on The Rookie. Can I help you? What are you and Garza going to 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.

Is that the trap? I would say we'll follow her home.

Well, it's a little hard to explain that part of it anyway. The thing 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 get into it.

Welcome home.

Ready? Take this for you. We knew Heath Everett had co-conspirators 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 Noon

knocked on their door.

That was your flight?

Easy. No turbulence.

Everything good here?

Kidding? It's L.A.

And a cloud in the sky.

Yeah, we knew they were watching Bailey in D.C. So a 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 thing 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 stopped.

Sat phone's on open party line. Go ahead, Sam.

What's our call sign?

Uh, spy gate.

We're all spy movies.

Who's idea was that? That's not important.

Uh-uh.

This is Spy Game. We're in the field. Welcome home, Spy Game.

Tinker Taylor at your 6, 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 or box truck mirroring your path.

You're waiting on an infrared drone to take a look inside the back. 10 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, Swaggy? 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?

A little hard to pull facial recognition on a drawing.

Not that you're not talented.

Oh, she's not.

Ouch. My wife knows this. If the one thing she does not do well, I feel it's

important I use it to keep her humble.

Not to be judgy, but if Taylor 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're 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, Fossier, directed by Phil Alden Robinson.

I'm just saying, fine or boring would have been way cool.

You want to be called Austin Powers? Keep complaining, boy.

Mount up for one minute from Intercept Street.

Copy that.

And great pickup that turned in behind it.

Plate of two, Sam Boy, Ida 653.

Plate come back to La Brea Auto Rifle. Okay. Not that they'd use real IDs, but

let me see if I can get a warrant anyway.

Send in the truck.

It's just a rental. Who cares?

Just chill.

We got picked there.

What about Sam?

The principal.

Assets like that think they own the street? It's my street.

We have eyes and ears on the great 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.

Willie, you walk into my parlor, send the spider to the fly. Tis the prettiest

little parlor 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 cat.

Insane in the membrane.

Insane in the brain.

Let's hope it's helpful for him.

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?

I 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.

It'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.

That's impersonal. Are you kidding me? I'd rather be anywhere than the

beginning of a day filled with campaign sobs. But if we quit now, Vivian wins

outright. That's unacceptable.

I'll stay.

Procured.

Sounds like code for stolen.

Doesn't matter. I can't imagine a video of Vivian being a mean girl will do

jackpot 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 Dow.

She's listed in the Human Services Division of the Defense Intelligence

Agency. No way she's in HR. I'd bet my life she's an analyst or a case officer.

Okay, you managed to decrypt the partial contract to list from ever. 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... Hold on, let's not get off track.

Okay. 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. 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.

Uh, 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.

I've got to make the filing deadline.

I'll be right back. I'm sure it's fine.

There he is.

Wesley.

My former counselor and unindicted co-conspirator.

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. I've 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-fiance, 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.

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.

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 Eliza 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.

It'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

accusation. 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.

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 that, 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 Dow 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 close

in secrecy, it was hard to tell who she might be loyal to.

We needed more data points, and that meant IDing 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, no. You need to stay off the books, okay?

Listen, I'm sticking my neck out here for you, okay? So if you don't have

something... You want to hear what I have to say.

Fine. St. 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... Uh, 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's 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.

Luring. By hiding.

Exactly.

Heads up. Reagan and Hondo just landed with the occupants of the Silver 5

series. One male, black, blue, L.A. 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.

The same one that arrested Everett. The sack 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 meat.

Once we do.

Are we canceling the tickets?

That'll be a game-time decision.

If Shirley is off the books, then ending them would solve all their problems.

They're heading inside.

This is Taylor. I'm taking this out of the staircase.

Stay here. Radio, if you see them, come back out.

Be careful. Yeah.

What's Morrison?

X Delta Force.

Two counts of domestic violence. What about the other guy?

Software can only do so much.

Gotta get him to take off that hat. Or look up.

All teams, targets are loose in the building.

Taylor and Red October in play.

This is Condor. I've got eyes on Reagan and Mystery Man. Moving to follow.

I lost her again.

That's okay. Stay in our mystery, man. We'll scrub the footage and find out

where they went.

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

I'm sipping.

Dr. Ashton was looking for you.

Something urgent up in radiology.

From me?

Are you sure?

Yeah. Nurse Rosalie said you were his favorite. Not that I asked.

I should be so lucky.

Thanks.

I cannot find her 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.

Melina, I need an intercept.

What's your 20? I see you waiting for him.

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.

He needs 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 have... Oh, 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 L.A.

and Gray 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.

What are you doing here?

Um, working the case.

Go, go.

We need to talk.

On or off, buddy?

What did 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.

Thank you.

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?

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 on to us.

All teams, fall back to your vehicles. Prepare to re-engage surveillance.

That's a waste of time, Elena.

I can guarantee you the Reagan interguys are not going back to their cars.

They're in the wind.

Kurt Armstrong.

You know, your military record says that you were a total stud, but you just got

your ass kicked by regular army.

He 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.

No, you don't.

Yes, we do.

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 meat.

Once we do, are we canceling their tickets?

That'll be a game-time decision.

If Shirley is off the books, then ending them would solve all their 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 file.

So going according to plan, you know.

Until Bailey Noon knocked on that door.

And now here you sit, the first casualty.

But the blow didn'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 will never cheat, especially with her.

What are you going to do?

It's killing me, but there's only one person who could shut this down.

I got to go.

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?

That's not going to happen.

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.

Susan? I've gained access to Reagan Dow's new burner phone.

I'm currently listening in on all our 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.

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.

Okay. Two minutes. Thank you. You remember Zuzu? The AI chatbot that

convinced those girls to attack their friends? 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.

Okay.

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. Okay, 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. Okay, I'm sensing a bug

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've put together a team to neutralize the situation, but things went south.

One of the men is in custody.

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. Okay, 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.

This is by 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 code

name part of this operation is kind of over, but Tinker Taylor is one minute

away. Condor sneaker is your favorite double bill.

Also one minute from rendezvous point.

Reagan's GPS signal is moving. We better hurry.

Not a good time. I see her back in the police vehicle.

Are the spy games over?

Almost. I had to make a few arrests now.

Well, you'd better hurry.

There's another call that you're going to want to hear. That sometimes happens

when I meet new and interesting people.

After his call with Reagan, I became furious about General Pressman. The next

voice you hear will be the General's.

I just hung up with Reagan.

He's made a mess that needs cleaning up.

Currently done?

Do you think it looked like an accident?

No, I just need it done.

Tell the others you'll be...

Damn.

And hot damn, Reagan is the next block over. Heads up, we're on an intercept

course with our target.

7 out of 15, we have eyes on suspect vehicle, silver Honda heading north on

person.

Let's do this.

Just know, I'm gonna break your arm.

And I'ma shatter your pretty little face.

No, you're not.

Surprised you didn't want to go for the fight. Oh, I wanted to.

Just couldn't risk anything happening to your face.

I've grown fond of it.

Well, make a girl blush.

Everybody, head for the exits!

Down, down, down, down!

Go around, head around. Okay.

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.

It'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, Morris.

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 unforgiving.

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 ask to Martin to sweeten the deal?

Had to try.

Wait, wait.

I got a yes.

You'll just have to wait and see.

Back for more clandestine ops?

No.

I'm here for you.

That's her.

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's 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, Lena, 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.

Voodoo 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.

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.

From the head trauma you received?

No. Well, yeah, kind of.

Thank you.

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 babies, 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 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 thaw?

No. Mm-hmm.

Does that hurt?

I don't care.

DC has some amazing food, but LA street tacos will always have my heart. 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, moonshot. Wait.

You're going to be a backup dancer for Beyonce's new tour.

Beyonce'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 going to 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, okay? 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.

Oh, yeah, we're, uh, we're fine.

And I have been a good friend. I have fulfilled my purpose.

Thank you.

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.

Has the kiss moment passed?

Not for me.

Jim.