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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.

♪ Whoa ♪

♪ I'm going to win for you ♪

♪ Like I know
you want me to do ♪

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.