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Hey, you're not nervous I'm going to embarrass you in front of your old

captain, are you? Of course not. I don't know why I'm so anxious.

Russ has always been one of my biggest champions. He's the one that pushed me

to go to Officer Kennedy's club for my first tour.

Well, I'm sure he's not coming all the way to L.A. so that he could tell you

he's disappointed in you. I just wish he would give me some sort of idea what

this is about, but that's Russ. There she is! Hey, Russ! It's so good to see

you! Ah!

John Nolan. Colonel Russell Wilkes. Please, call me Russ.

It's a pleasure to finally meet the man behind the story. Yeah, likewise.

Sit down. Thank you.

Really appreciate you being here, John. No, I didn't give away too much over the

phone, but what I'm here to discuss will affect both your lives.

It seems only fair to include you in the conversation.

The SecDef has tasked me with putting together a working group inside the

Pentagon. Wow.

A team of my own choosing that would spearhead bringing battlefield medicine

into the 22nd century.

The most consequential assignment in my career.

And you were the first person I'm asking to be a part of it.

I mean, it's an honor just to be nominated.

Totally. Russ is a genius. He could recruit anyone for the 14 group. And the

fact that he called me first, I mean, that's pretty great.

Yeah, 100%. That's so cool. But, I mean, our life is perfect right now. There's

no way we're messing that up.

No way.

Perfect.

I need an RA to Central Station Market. There's a male GSW victim who's been

shot in the head and the back. Two suspects, black hoodie, mask, and pen.

One headed east towards Broadway in pursuit of second suspect.

Move, move!

Why are you texting me when I'm right here?

Letting you sleep.

Sweet. Wait, are you looking at real estate?

We have to upgrade.

We need more room. A second.

Hub, a closet that fits all our clothes.

I mean, yeah, sure, that would be nice, but we created our family here. Which I

love, but now we're bursting at the seams, and Mama's ready to crack open

that trust fund and get crazy.

I'm not sure I like the sound of that.

Tough. We have money. Uh, no, we have...

Some money, but housing prices in LA are insane.

I guess it couldn't hurt to see what's out there. I love that you've learned to

roll with me rather than resisting.

Yes, you have successfully broken my spirit.

Yay!

Quickie before the kids wake up?

Oh, um... Whoa.

Mom, come here!

Too late.

I like this one. I bet you could hang a swing set from that tree right there in

the back.

That was my favorite until I saw this. It has a pool and a gym and a

screening room. Wait, hold up. You got screening room kind of money?

Depends on which one of us you ask. Wesley is the king of frugality.

So he would definitely say no, but I lived on credit cards until I met him,

so I'm way more comfortable pushing the envelope.

Hey, Nolan, did you tell Officer Hart that the shooters last night were

furries?

No, I said they were wearing hoodies.

Are you taking the case? Yeah, do you mind just walking us through it? Yeah,

Bailey and I were coming back from dinner at Central Station Market.

Date night? No, her former commanding officer came to offer her a job, a

Pentagon think tank.

Wow. You really married outside of your league. I know, right?

So is she going to take it? No, it would mean relocating to D.C., so it's a non

-starter for us. I mean, it might be a non-starter for you, but I guarantee

that your overachiever of a wife is seriously thinking about it. No,

actually, she was laughing it off when we talked about, oh, my God, she's

actually thinking about it seriously.

Okay, well, no, if that's something she really wants to do, relocating to D.C.

could be cool. It's not. I spent time there during my joint ops days. It took

me about three weeks to unclench every time I came home.

Thank you for that insight.

So, any clarity on the victim?

Fred Wilson, 48, CPA, married, no kids.

No criminal record. Making him an unlikely candidate for a targeted

assassination. Is there anything else about the shooters that you didn't give

Hart? Sorry, I did not get a good look at them. What about CCTV?

Anything there? They were pretty covered up.

But, take a look at them.

Uh, looks like the letter is SF. That would make him Southern Front. No

visible tattoos on the second shooter.

Huh. Yeah. So why would a member of a white supremacist gang partner up with a

black man to execute a civilian in broad daylight?

Told you he'd spot it. You trained him well. Could be that our innocent CPA was

helping the Southern Front launder money, or maybe he had a drug problem

and owed them money. We're trying to get the ME to rush the talk screen, but he's

dodging our call.

Oh, say no more. I'll go deliver the ask in person. Let me collect my boot.

Hey, do you know what this is?

An iron? You know what it's not?

A machete. I am due in court in two hours to testify about a man attacking

people on a bus with a machete. Okay, something must have got switched around

in the evidence locker. We'll figure it out. No, no, no. The case is time not

waived. If we don't find it fast, that psycho is going to be let free.

Okay, have you told the prosecutor?

No. It's Wesley, and I am just trying to keep him in blissful ignorance as long

as possible.

Help me.

That's the case number. No, I know, but it's wrong.

Case number isn't wrong. The item might be wrong, but numbers are just numbers.

Fine.

The point is, I have to be at court, and I need that machete, like, ASAP.

Case number?

We're not going to find out by using the case number. The number's got switched.

Well, if you don't have the case number, then I can't help you. Oh, Wesley's

going to kill me.

Maybe it's just a typo, right? The first eight numbers are the date. The crime

was on January 20th. Cry, 20, 10.

Try 0201-2026.

Wow. 2001-2025.

Are you sure you used the new data entry procedure?

We changed it a few months ago.

Of course I did.

But I wasn't the one who logged the entry because you wouldn't approve the

overtime. I had Smitty do it.

What the hell is your problem? Uh, good morning?

I have bent over backwards to treat you well, and this is how you repay me. I

don't, I'm sorry, I don't know what's happening right now. Like hell.

You know your little innocent act would be a lot more believable if they weren't

in your office.

Just know this. If you go through with it, I will do everything in my power to

absolutely destroy you.

Hi. Who are you? What are you doing in my office, and why has it sent Vivian

into a rage spiral?

Rita Sanchez.

This is Bradley Wirth. We work with the Democratic Party, and we want you to run

for district attorney.

And now it makes sense.

That's a hard no for me, by the way, but thanks for stopping by. You obviously

know that Vivian Eckhart's running on a post and that Del Monte dropped out of

the race. Yeah, but that was a month ago. Why come to me now?

Candidly, we've been having a hard time finding someone to take up his mantle.

So I'm your last choice?

Hardly.

Look, Mr. Evers, I wish there was time for us to do our usual dance of

seduction and ego-stroking, but as you rightly pointed out, we're up against

it. The deadline to enter this race is in three days. And Vivian becoming DA is

worst-case scenario for the people of the city. I mean, she has the most

regressive record in your office.

Oh, I agree, but there's zero chance of me beating her. I was temporarily

disbarred. Because of your dealings with Elijah Stone, we know. Yeah, and we are

prepared to embrace that. I mean, you're a hero who put his life and career on

the line to take down a very dangerous kingpin.

Voters love a man who's willing to stand up for what's right. Not to mention,

you're married to a cop, which automatically makes you a more

attractive candidate to anyone worried that progressive means soft on crime.

Look, I don't want Vivian to win any more than you do, but I... But nothing.

A Vivian victory will hurt a lot of people.

And right now, you're our last hope at stopping her.

It may be a long shot, but isn't it worth the risk?

Thought you didn't have time to stroke my ego.

You have to let me see him. I don't, actually. On TV, the family has to

identify the body. Yeah, we don't do that anymore.

That's right, ma'am. It's no longer policy.

But trust me, it's for the best. Seeing your loved one like that, it changes how

you remember them forever.

I don't understand.

Fred was a saint. Why would someone want to kill him? Well, that's what we're

trying to figure out.

He's really dead.

Yes, ma'am. I'm afraid so. And we are so sorry for your loss.

Okay. Thank you.

Thanks for the assist.

Grief makes people a little crazy and I don't like dealing with them when

they're normal.

Why, you work with the dead, I suppose.

Anything jump out at you, the preliminary autopsy? No, a run-of-the

-mill gun homicide. The bullet to the head killed him instantly, but the shot

to the body was fatal as well. Any signs of drug use?

No, but the tox screen is underway. I'll let Harper and Lopez know the second it

comes in.

Perfect. Thank you very much.

I once had a widower insist on seeing his wife's body back when I was in Sugar

Land. Ended up suing the city for mental anguish.

Did he win? No.

Case got dismissed when he was convicted of her murder.

Wow.

Please, let her go. Oh, hey. Hi, hi. It's all good. She's fine.

I'm fine. Yeah, I can see that. But two minutes ago, you were grieving.

I'm still grieving. It manifests itself in a noble way.

Right. But you brought your boyfriend to help you identify your husband's body?

Well, I needed emotional support.

She's very sensitive.

Yeah. Well, you can emotionally support each other on the way to the station.

Let's go.

Oh.

This way. This way? Yes. Okay. Put your hands down. Yes, sir. Wow.

I know this looks bad.

Understatement. Your husband was murdered, and in less than 24 hours, you

were getting busy with your side piece down the hall from his body. I didn't

even want to be there.

I told Faith it would look weird, but she insisted.

So you were just trying to be a good boyfriend.

Todd, it's a terrible boyfriend.

He's a lot of fun, but anything that requires emotional depth. Okay, what

about Fred? What was he like? He was always super cool anytime that I came

by. You're saying Fred knew about the affair?

It wasn't an affair. It was an open marriage.

The whole thing was Fred's idea.

I wanted a little bit of peace.

Is it possible that Todd wanted you all to himself?

Listen, I am...

Twice divorced. I am still paying alimony to the first. I am not trying to

put a ring on it. There's a reason why Todd is divorced.

Todd is a good time, like Coney Island. Fred, on the other hand, was deep

and soulful and romantic, like

Paris.

Coney Island is fun to visit, but you don't...

Move there. Oh, her parents.

What do you think?

I think people are crazy.

But neither of them is a physical match for the shooters.

Still doesn't rule out murder for hire.

Oh, yeah.

Did you put Wesley up to this?

No idea what you're talking about, but if it's pissing you off, I'm happy to

take credit. If he insists on moving forward, I can't guarantee that I'll be

able to keep you out of the crossfire.

Did she just threaten me? Sure seems like it.

But why?

No idea, but I'm gonna find out.

Oh, husband!

You only call me husband when you're mad. What did I do?

You tell me.

Vivian just stopped by.

She told you I was running for DA. Wait, you're running for DA?

Since when? No, no, no, wait. It got sprung on me this morning. What does

that mean? Some people came to talk to me about taking over Sean's campaign.

And you told them no?

I did.

Initially, but... But... Now you're thinking about it? I mean, I'd at least

like to discuss it, but...

I am supposed to be on my way to court right now. Only Lucy texted to tell me

that our key piece of evidence is missing. So is there any chance that we

can just table this until tonight? Fine, but only because yelling at you in the

bullpen might come across as unprofessional. Thank you.

I love you.

Everything okay? Are you free for dinner tonight?

Depends. Can I bring James? As long as you tell him he has to be Team Lopez on

the penalty of death.

We'll be sure to prep him.

I remember Lucy gave me the machete and I logged it like I always do.

Okay, so that right there is the problem, Smitty. The system changed.

Most of the world uses day, month, year. Month, day, year was causing all of

these issues for us with our international cases, which is why we

switched. You know, didn't you read the memo?

Sorry, wait.

I just heard that out loud. Of course you didn't. Important memos are always

covered in the roll call.

Why do I have a panicked ADA knocking on my door to ask for my help to find a

missing machete? Because Smitty wasn't listening when he went over the change

in how we filed case numbers.

What, the day, month, year thing? Yeah. I didn't go over it.

My last day as watch commander was crazy. I left it for you to do.

I thought you handled it. Oh, it's not my fault. It's yours.

Everyone got the memo. It's still your fault, Smitty. Well, it's still on him

for trusting me. I didn't trust you. I thought he covered it, and I just didn't

follow up.

I can't believe I dropped the ball out. I don't care whose fault it is. I need

the machete.

It's me to use the old system, right?

Try 01-20-20-26.

I can't.

It's a drop-down menu.

There's no 20th month. What, so you can enter the 20th month, but you can't

retrieve the 20th month? Correct. No, that's wrong. It shouldn't work that

way. But that is how it works.

Wesley says the judge is losing his patience.

He can't produce the evidence. He's prepared to dismiss the case. Guys, this

is bigger than one case.

Everything Smitty Logs is a myth, pal. Going back two months.

Did the widow set some light? Not exactly, but her doorbell cam did. This

is from two days ago. The car is registered to a Ryder Frost, known

member of the Southern Front. Well, that tattoo is a mess. Definitely could be

our shooter. Any idea who the other fellow is? Not yet, but it's tasked with

54th Street Gang.

Besides the racial element, don't SF and the 5-4 compete for the same meth

business? They did up until a few months ago when the Armenians pushed Southern

Front further into the valley, but they are certainly not allies.

They kicked the garage, but not the house. Any idea what they were looking

for? We've got a last known for Ryder. We're hoping you go ask him.

Wait.

Control, this is Dr. Beck with Dream World Lake Apartments. Some backup.

Come on,

Ryder

There's nowhere to go.

Put your hands on your head.

Down on your knees.

I'm sorry, Eric. Are these cases from the future? Apparently, the system

didn't know what to do with month 20, and so it just made the math work, and

12 months plus 8 is August 20, 2017. Cases from 21st become September of next

year, and so on. This is unbelievable.

The judge granted a continuance, but we need the machete by noon tomorrow.

Yep, don't worry. We will have it. I'll stick around. I feel responsible. It's

completely on me. I don't should have clarified. You are on your way out.

Okay, you guys are both Spartacus. Okay, let's please start opening the boxes.

Are you coming? No.

Russ? I thought you had a flight to catch.

I do, but I couldn't leave L.A. without making one last appeal.

Well, I guess you better come in, then. Thank you.

Oh, you've really made a nice life for yourself here, Noon.

I can see why you'd hesitate before giving it up, but anything

I can say to convince you?

Can I ask why I'm not a doctor or a scientist? I don't have a Ph.D.

Why are you asking me?

Maybe I've been around long enough to know that having a few extra letters

after your name doesn't make you a genius.

I also know that if I bring you a problem, you won't rest until you've

looked at it from every conceivable angle, twice, before bringing me a

solution. What if I can't find a solution?

Hell, girl, that's why they call it a think tank.

It does me no good to have a bunch of identical people with identical

viewpoints looking in identical directions.

Baseball team can't be all pitchers. You need somebody to play shortstop.

All right.

I miss my flight if I don't get going. So, you know, I take a few days to think

about it.

Talk it over with your man and call me.

I will.

You know, if you don't want the job because it's not the right fit or the

right time, that's fine. I get it. But deciding that you're not good enough

before somebody else can, that's the coward's way.

And I know you're not a coward.

No, sir, I'm not.

Giddy up.

Yeah. All right.

Okay, thanks for the update.

Suspect in the Central Station Market shooting fell to his death. That's

awful. Yeah, the guy thought he was an action hero trying to leap between two

buildings. Any leads on the second shooter? No, but the brass has been

blown on my phone. The guy falls to his death in a police pursuit. Everyone's

got questions.

Captain, always a pleasure.

I do not miss that.

I don't think I've seen him sleep more than four consecutive hours since he

took this job. I know being sidelined for the president's visit shook Tim up.

And even though it was more of a CYA decision by the brass, an indictment on

his performance, the optics weren't great for him.

Do you think he should be worried?

I think that watch commander is a thankless job.

You're not in the field, but you're responsible for every knucklehead that

is. Patrol officers want resources you can't give them. The brass expects

results that you realistically...

Can't produce.

And when there's bad press, and they're looking for a head to roll. Right, I

didn't think of it that way.

Because I made it look easy.

You'll get the hang of it.

I'm a daddy!

Yes! I gotta call Wesley.

I'm way to beat on that.

I got a crack in my tooth and it's way good.

Oh yeah, that sounds horrible.

It wasn't pretty.

That's for sure. Nolan and I barely had time to twist before it was all over.

So where did that leave the case?

Still trying to ID the second shooter.

Hey, did you know the Armenians pushed the southern front's mess trade deeper

into the valley?

Yep, happened a few months ago. I read every gang report the department puts

out, and I haven't seen anything about that. Yeah, see, those reports only get

you so far. I mean, the best information is usually through word of mouth, which

is great for me because I know people from all over the city.

Well, how can I compete with that when I just got here? It takes time to

cultivate that kind of trust.

True, but, I mean, you'd be shocked by what some of these low-level gang makers

put on social media.

The LA Gang subreddit is a great resource.

Look, I got to stay up anyway.

I've got a 2 a.m. Zoom date with Raj.

Why don't I show you some of my favorite accounts to follow? Who knows, you might

see something on Rider.

All right, let's go, Coach.

I'm ready.

Hey, good to see you. You too.

How you doing? Thought we might need this.

Ooh, very thoughtful.

What do you guys think? Should we crack it now or save it for dinner? My vote is

now. And don't be stingy with the pours.

Everyone clear on the plan?

Oh, yes, yes. James knows. Agree with everything you say and keep the starry

-eyed reformer talk on a minimal. Perfect.

Operation Kill a Dream is a go. Mm-hmm.

He has a point. We complain all the time about undocumented witnesses being too

scared to testify.

Instituting a policy that would protect them from deportation, that would be a

game-changer.

I thought we were supposed to be doing little things.

I know, but it's a good idea.

I'm not saying it's not a good idea, but I think we're getting away from the

larger point, which is we'd be opening our lives up to public scrutiny, which

would be hard enough for you and me, and I worry what it'll do to the kids.

So do I.

But I also want them to grow up knowing that their father is willing to fight

for the rights of everybody, even when it's difficult.

Amen.

Look, you started it.

Think of what I'd be in the position to influence as the DA.

I could end cash bail, expand victim services, emphasize counseling.

Institutional change is always hard. Right, but does that mean that I

shouldn't try?

What about the House?

Yeah, well, we would probably have to wait on that. I mean, optics would...

And you'd be fine letting public perception dictate how we live our

lives? In service of real reform?

Maybe.

Real change requires sacrifice.

But I would not do it at the expense of our family. I would need to know that

you were on board.

100%. Hello.

Oh, something smells good.

Because I cooked.

More than cooked?

Candles? Should I be worried?

No, not at all.

I just know you had a really hard day, and I wanted to do something nice for

you. Oh.

Uh-huh. And, uh...

What do you really want in exchange for this totally no-streams-attached feast?

A conversation about DC.

I didn't know we needed to have one. I know, and that is my fault. But all day,

I have not been able to get this idea out of my head.

And Russ stopped by on the way to the airport and gave me his final appeal,

and it made me question.

Why I was so quick to shut it down.

Well... And before you tell me no or give me 100 reasons why it won't work,

all I ask is that you spend some time to explore the idea.

And by that you mean... See what transferring to D.C. police would look

like. Make some calls, ask some questions, kick the tires.

And what if we come to different conclusions?

We abort the mission.

Either we're both in...

We're both out. We need both keys to launch the torpedoes. Yes.

What do you think?

I think I want you to be happy, and if this is something you want, then I will

do everything I can from my end to see if it's feasible.

We're in this together.

Is it just me or are these numbers starting to blend together?

It is not just you.

Everything okay with the press?

Ryder's death was ruled an accident, but there's always a chance they could

reopen the case or blame me for this whole evidence-logging mess.

Hey, just take the win.

You're right.

Look, I swear, if I lose watch command because of Smitty... That's not gonna

happen.

I have been manifesting that we will find this machete all day.

Manifesting? Mm-hmm.

God, I got you away from waters just in time. Shut up.

You got to be kidding me.

Oh, my God.

What is this? What's a bitch?

Thank God. All right, let's go home.

Hey,

where are you?

A yurt in Finland.

The Northern Lights have been amazing the last few nights.

Jealous. I know. I wish you were here to see them with me. Me too.

I miss you.

Hey, Selena, I might have found something. It's a rider.

Is that Miles?

Hey, Miles.

Hey, man.

How's the Great White North?

He saw the aurora. Oh, cool.

Who's rider?

A suspect in a murder.

Well, that sounds important. Do you need to go? No.

Just give me one second.

What's up? Okay, so I was looking through Ryder's UBI file. Between the

ages of 9 to 14, he lived in four different foster homes. One was located

in the 54th Street Territory. Foster parents were Mabel and Raphael Sinclair.

And Raphael died a few years ago, heart attack.

But look at what I found on Mabel.

Babe, I'm sorry. I gotta go. No worries. Have fun solving your murder.

We will.

This is Mabel Sinclair.

Most of the kids in the neighborhood just call her mom.

Since they know whatever they need, food, a place to stay, clean clothes,

Mabel will hook them up.

Well, last week, Mabel was the victim of a hit-and-run while crossing her street.

Witnesses saw a red sedan speeding away from the scene, but no arrests have been

made. Anyone care to guess what kind of car Fred Wilson drove?

A red Camry. So you think Fred hit Mabel? Oh, more than that.

Selena ran his bin and found the body shop doing the repairs on his car.

The bumper tested positive for blood.

Forensics are running the sample. What's Ryder's connection to this woman?

Oh, Mabel was his foster mother.

That's the second shooter.

That is Kingston Holmes, 22, proud member of the 5-4, and former foster

brother to Ryder Frost.

So they murdered Fred Wilson as revenge for killing Mabel.

Well, Mabel wasn't dead.

Going out to bring my trash cans in and then waking up here and they told me it

was a hit and run.

Unfortunately, the man suspected of hitting you with his car was murdered.

We have reason to believe your former foster sons, Ryder Frost and Kingston

Holmes, want a revenge for what happened to you.

It was painful enough losing Ryder and Kingston to the streets. I don't think I

can take knowing that they killed a man because of me.

We're very sorry, but I'm afraid that's not all.

Ryder died yesterday trying to jump between rooftops.

They would just hurt little boys underneath it all, you know? When Ryder

first came to us, he was so shut down. He

barely said two words to me that first month.

Kingston, he always had this way about him, this lightness.

Even after all he'd been through.

But then he started to do everything together and

bit by bit.

I got to see Ryder for the sweet, sensitive boy he was.

What happened?

Ryder's mom came back into the picture with her skinhead boyfriend.

And once he was gone, oh.

All of Kingston's light went with him.

He started to act out, getting in trouble.

And he was finally put away on some trumped-up vandalism charge.

And then he joined the gang in prison.

And suddenly, the two boys I saw become brothers.

were turned into mortal enemies by the streets.

I'm sorry for how much pain this has caused you, but we'd like to bring

Kingston in without any more bloodshed.

Do you have any way of contacting him?

What do you want me to say?

Hey, the judge signed off on the wiretap. We should be good to go in a

few. Great.

What you were saying yesterday about DC and needing to...

Unclenched. It can't be that bad, right?

All right, maybe I've just been spoiled by L.A. I'm sure the city has a lot of

great things about it, but from what I saw, being a cop there just means a lot

of crowd control around government offices, usually in crappy weather,

snowstorms in the winter, swamp-like humidity in the summer.

You get two weeks of cherry blossoms a year, and that's about it.

Oh. Also, speaking as someone who thought transferring to another

department would be easy, be prepared to relearn everything you thought you knew.

Yeah. All right. We got to go.

Mama? It's me, baby.

Thank God.

I tried to visit you and ask you, but they said blood family only.

It sounded like you were dying.

Well, I am a little banged up, but I'll be all right.

I wish I could come see you. Well, me too.

You heard about Ryder?

You know, me and Ryder don't really mess with each other anymore.

He's dead, baby.

Killed. Running away from what you boys did.

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

Kingston, please.

You never were a good liar.

You need to turn yourself in. I can't. You know what happened the last time I

went inside? I had to join the 5-4 just to make it out alive.

What other choice do you have?

Just don't worry about me, Mom, okay? Just don't worry. I got a way out.

Into Mexico, where I can disappear.

Mexico? What the heck do you know about Mexico? You know, Kingston, this is

Detective Nyla Harper of the LAPD.

Are you working with the cops?

She is trying to save your life. Listen to me. If you run, things will end badly

for you. But if you turn yourself in, we can try and help you.

Please. He's scared.

Don't hurt him. He's not a kid anymore, Miss Sinclair. He killed a man in cold

blood. So now we have to go get him.

Yo! What's up, K?

They got you working the door already, huh?

Damn, those trying to come up.

Five-four for life.

Yo, he mad.

Can we talk?

For sure.

Come here.

You good?

Talk to me.

I gotta get out of town.

You sure you got that hookup with the cartel tunneled into Mexico?

For sure.

Why?

What happened?

The less you know, the better. Just trust me on that.

When you say trust me, I trust you, okay?

Make a few phone calls.

Look, relax.

Have a drink.

No, we got you.

Yo. What?

I truly didn't believe you'd be stupid enough to bring your dumb ass back

around here.

I saw all the disrespect shown on us.

Yeah, you hidden civilian, you working with night.

Trace on Kingston's phone landed at 4700 Hildale. Copy that.

Pull over up here.

But the address is on the next block.

Yeah, you recognize that tag?

54th Street.

We roll up hot, they could have spotters anywhere.

Exactly. Go.

Yo, younger.

It's your big moment, man.

This the moment you prove how much you love the streets by taking care of a

traitor-ass bitch that's disrespecting her.

This the moment you prove to me you a good soldier.

And you follow orders.

All right? And in return, the streets gonna love you back.

And wherever you go, the five-four follow.

For life.

And you take care of this bitch.

We ain't got all day.

SWAT's ten minutes out. You got eyes on Kingston? Yeah.

We're looking at a potential murder in progress. We can't wait.

Now smoke this fool.

Go, go.

Please, please, please.

Please, please.

Please, you can just say that you didn't see me.

You can say that you didn't see me. You can say that you didn't see me. Please,

please. Get on your stomach.

Go.

Drop the gun.

Okay, it's processed.

Ah, thank you for that.

Um, look, I realize this was a bit of a tough one. You all right?

I'll be all right.

I know I shouldn't feel sympathy, but he's just a boy. Look, no one is saying

you can't feel sympathy, but at the end of the day, he did make the choice to

pull that trigger.

Why don't you go home? I'll take care of the paperwork.

Okay.

Thank you. You bet.

It amazes me how one man can wreak such havoc on the entire LAPD. Smitty is a

force of nature.

Got a minute?

Yeah, Sean, what's up?

Well, Bailey has been offered a pretty impressive job in DC, a Pentagon think

tank. And I was just wondering what a transfer to the DCPD would be like.

Yeah, I can get you in touch with a few people.

But you do know you would have to start at the very bottom again,

The Academy.

I've done it before.

You were also five years younger.

Yes. You would get a pretty hefty signing bonus.

That's a perk. But your annual salary would be much less than you make in L.A.

Plus, the cost of living in D.C. is just as expensive.

So in the long run, your bonus really won't make a difference, especially if

Bailey's only making a government salary.

Right. I'm sorry if this is not the answer you were looking for.

No, no, that's, um... Let's just... Looking for the truth.

Yeah, well, good luck.

Thank you.

Hey.

The LAPD would be sad to see you go.

Thank you, sir.

That's what?

What? We won.

That's great.

Judge give you any grief about the evidence?

I think he was too confused by the explanation to challenge it. Take the

win. Mm-hmm. I prepared a ten-minute lecture for tomorrow's roll call to make

sure no one can ever again use ignorance as an excuse when mislabeling case

numbers. You know, you're a really good watch commander.

I'm figuring it out. No, listen, no matter what kind of craziness is going

on at the station, you're always the center of calm. And the rest of us need

that. I need that.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

I tell you what, the things we can't trust the committee with is getting

longer. Do you think he's doing it on purpose?

Weaponizing competence?

Yeah. I don't think he's that strategic.

Hey, sorry I missed dinner.

And bedtime.

You should run for DA.

Are you sure?

Because if you're not in 100%. I'm in.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized this was exactly why you joined

the DA's office in the first place.

And I'm proud you want to set that example for our children. Especially

because every day I see firsthand the people our system has failed.

And inevitably the ones who suffer the most are other kids.

You sure you're okay waiting on a new house? No.

But like you said.

Real change requires sacrifice.

And I love this house.

We brought home two babies here.

We also made two babies here.

So we did.

No food to entice me with, I see.

No, but I have wine.

Listen, I don't want to... beat around the bush, I did my due diligence, and I

am sorry, honey. I don't think I can do DC.

It would mean starting all over again as a rookie, only this time instead of

being 45, I'd be 50.

Oh.

What if... I'm not ready to say no.

Well, you did...

say we both had to be in or you would walk away.

I know, and I meant it when I said it.

But now... You still want it?

Damn it.