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Help the others get out. I'll hold them off as long as I can.

You sure? Yeah, go, go. I'm right behind you.

You are the manliest. of men oh

you're just saying that because you want something from me not from you for us i

fail to see how moving to dc for your job is for us happy wife happy life look

i totally get the dc police would be a lateral move at best and at this stage

of your career starting at the bottom is a no-go but going federal is a step up

right you're saying the fbi is better than the lapd no no

But there are multiple federal law enforcement agencies that would be lucky

to have you. You're just not going to give up on this, are you? John, it's my

dream job.

Would you just investigate if there is a federal cop job that would excite you?

Sure.

Thank you.

It's not fair.

Men's choices are simple. Blue suit or a gray suit.

Red tie or blue tie.

The struggle on what constitutes dressing professionally for women is

real. You look amazing in everything.

Thank you.

How's the speech coming?

Well... Oh my God, when am I going to order your announcement?

I'm running for the DA, not the president.

I'd be lucky if I could get a blurb on K-12.

That's a lie and you know it. Los Angeles District Attorney is a race that

generates national attention.

I really don't have the right outfit for that. Can we focus on my speech, which I

have to give in less than 48 hours and it's terrible?

Well... We're in Hollywood. Just get a punch-up from a few A-listers, like the

Oscars do.

Yeah, but I don't need Ozempic jokes.

I need something that captures my ethos, who I am as a candidate. First of all,

never say ethos again. You need to be relatable. A progressive family man who

is also tough on crime with the backing of law enforcement.

You're describing a unicorn.

I can't please everybody, Angela. Right now, you're not even pleasing me.

Seriously, what am I going to wear?

I know.

I'll make Harper go shopping with me on our lunch break.

Right. But what about my feet?

It's going to be great.

It's going to be a nightmare. You don't know that.

All right, fine. Maybe it will.

Maybe your presentation on the biology of single-cell organisms is going to go

horribly wrong, resulting in a major wardrobe malfunction and expulsion for

emotional defenestration.

You know I don't like public speaking. No one does, except for sociopaths. But

you are smart and you are charming, and it's going to be great, okay?

And no matter what, I love you.

It's going to suck, but I love you too.

There are so many things I love about living with you, but carpooling has

stopped because I get to sleep in for an extra half hour and finish my makeup in

the car.

You weren't sleeping this morning.

Don't look so pretty.

Why not? It was pleasing.

Isn't carpooling great? I was just saying that. Sir, how are you doing this

morning? I'll be better once the conversation shifts from eyeliner to

assault and battery. Stop.

We were practicing judo throws last night in the backyard for two hours.

Your man car just fully pumped.

Not that car.

That's Aaron.

What's that?

Hey.

The Thornton family's loaded.

Oh, hey.

That's right, Dad. You think I'm a half-decent cop. I heard that. You think

I'm half-decent.

Sergeant, you get those flowers I sent you, right? Yes, they were lovely, but

too much. No, no, no, no. You deserved them for aceing the exam.

Also, I heard you scored higher than Sergeant Bradford. That's not the point.

A word of advice, when you buy out half the floor, it should make a boyfriend

look bad.

Go big or go home, right?

Speaking of, you gotta be Texas.

Yes, sir.

Miles Finn.

Aaron, you almost finished with the FTO program, right?

Graduating next month.

Let's see about that.

Don't listen to him.

So, hey, what are you doing here?

Oh, uh, Gray wanted to bring me in to talk about joining the Monica Task

Force. Oh, that's so cool.

Yeah. Probably because you're partying in the same big money but despicable

universe as many elite criminals.

Well, I like to think it's because he respects my work.

But it could be both.

I'm on track to graduate, right?

Don't rush to calm my fears or anything.

What? About whether I'm on track to complete the FCO program on schedule.

Oh, yeah, yeah, sorry. Yeah, I got something on my mind. I would say that

as of this moment, you have sufficiently completed the necessary checklist in the

prescribed timeline.

But the next month will be crucial.

Don't predict?

Not really.

Anything I can help with on the distraction front?

Oh, no.

Was your former girlfriend fully on board with your dreams to move to L.A.?

Yeah, totally.

At first.

We were in love.

We thought as long as we were together, everything would work itself out. Feels

naive now to think that somehow we could overcome one thing, different things in

life.

Why, you think of the movie? No.

Well, I don't know.

Hey, how's it going with Rod?

Good.

Yeah? Long distance is challenging.

But his European tour ends next week, so that'll be nice. All units, shots fired

near Tacoma and Lincoln.

7-8-15 responding.

7-8-15 also responding.

Control, we're code 6 along with 7-8-15 at shots fired. Scene, we have a

sheriff's vehicle parked.

Driver's door open.

No sign of occupants. Copy that. We have not been notified that they are in the

area. I'll check with their dispatch.

Control, we have a door open at 1701 South Meyer Street. We are

investigating. Send two additional units, please.

I have an officer down over here.

Yeah, me too, me too.

Deputy, is the shooter still here?

I took off. We were ambushed. I need an RA to my location. Two wounded officers.

One male, 30. Second female, 20. Both conscious and breathing. I'm just going

to hurt like hell, but I need to stop the bleeding.

Oh, man.

This is easy.

What the hell happened here? Who are we looking for? A royal.

Who's a royal?

He's a CI.

He said he had intel, but when we showed up, he started shooting.

What it do, Luke?

Come on, Lieutenant.

Thanks for coming in.

Old school. I like it. These are all the apex predators Monica claims she can

help us take down.

That's what naturally he thought of me. Actually, it was my idea.

This is my niece, Elena.

She just graduated from Quantico, where she specialized in cybercrime and giving

her uncle heart palpitations.

He's being dramatic. You can't break the evasive driving course record without

getting it up on two wheels, at least once.

Wait, look, if you're looking for speed, I got the 60th anniversary Lambo

outside. You know, we could hit the track and maybe... Never mind. For the

last year, my team has been chasing rumors of a next-gen communication

system. a private phone network used by the top 0.1% of heavy hitters and

terrorist organizations.

But because the clientele is so exclusive, the FBI hasn't been able to

prove it. And then Monica made her immunity deal and provided us with the

first proof that this network exists.

That is literally a million-dollar phone. It is untappable and untraceable

by law enforcement because it's run through a private satellite network.

Our first goal is to get our hands on one, not with the intention of making

arrests. but of secretly infiltrating and bugging the network so we can then

spy on all of their calls.

Unfortunately for them, I only had one client, elite enough to possess a phone,

and he and his phone were turned into a crater by a U.S. Reaper drone just

outside Syria last month.

This is all beyond cool, but, uh, why me?

Have a look.

Kadir Ghazmi, the biggest heroin trafficker in North Africa, and a man

you were incarcerated with.

in Paris.

I would like for you to reconnect.

You done?

Almost.

Hey, uh, can you believe... Ten more seconds.

Right.

Sorry.

Okay.

Yeah. Not good.

It's trying to please everyone.

It's full of platitudes and cookie-cutter aphorisms. Ten to one,

your writer just had AI take a run at it. You should fire them and just write

it yourself.

I'm not a speechwriter.

Will you take a pass?

I mean, I'm flattered.

But wouldn't your campaign manager have to sign off?

I can't imagine they'd be thrilled that a community activist slash wild-eyed

radical who believes in universal health care, basic income, and the inherent

corruption of the justice system is who they want crafting your message.

So more of a ghostwriter kind of thing.

Look, will you at least write a few paragraphs, just as a jumping-off point

for the social justice section of the speech?

All right, but I'm not going to hold back. I don't want you to.

Famous last words.

We have a thoracic trauma, GSW, below the right clavicle, BP 150 over 99.

We have no exit wound.

Advise a trauma surgeon. We have a penetrating GSW subclavicular going to

OR3. You want a cartopine for both? Her BP is 145 over 95.

Get her to OR4.

What happened?

A C.I. by the name of Salvador Arroyo attacked two sheriff's deputies. You

know them?

Yeah, Arroyo used to run with La Pesadilla, but they kicked him out for

being too crazy. Too crazy for a narco gang.

Any idea why he decided to shoot cops?

No, they said it came out of the blue.

Lucy and Selena stayed back at the scene.

Yes, ma'am. Waiting on TID. Good. Reach out to the gang unit. Make sure we have

the current address on file for Arroyo. We need to get him off of the street

ASAP. Yes, ma'am.

Everything okay? No.

A mom from Lila's school just texted, congrats on having a certified

kidfluencer. What the hell is that?

Hell if I know.

Oh, okay.

It seems that my daughter has a secret Clip Talk account that has just reached

a quarter of a million followers. I thought you said she was afraid of

getting up in front of her class this morning. She was.

Well, she's clearly not an introvert.

Wearing a wire is too risky.

Plus, you're not going in there to get evidence against Kadir. You're going to

go in there to do the guy a solid.

I am. We have to assume that he knows you're a cop.

But... Our belief is that you owe him something for keeping you alive and

present. Yeah, he looked out for me, for sure.

How does one become friends with a major narcotics trafficker?

We bonded over a mutual love for Les Mucos Bises Les Silences.

MBS, it's an Algerian hip-hop group.

That's it? You like the same band? And because of my natural charm. Well, the

plan is for you to lean into your desire to make things right by him. So, you're

going to warn him about an imminent law enforcement operation.

Look, Qadir is a smart dude.

Okay, and without any specifics, he's going to get suspicious.

That's why Agent Garza is going to burn an actual FBI investigation.

I can't imagine the narcotics division is happy about that. They're not, but

last week I managed to convince the deputy director that getting ears into

this secret network is worth the pain, and they agreed.

The FBI has infiltrated Qadir's New York operation and are poised to intercept a

massive shipment landing in two days.

You're going to put your career on the line by warning him about that. And once

you do, we expect that he's going to use the encrypted phone to warn New York.

Right, but how does that help you?

You guys already said that you can't tap or trace the million-dollar phone. It's

not about tracing the call per se. It's about isolating the unique frequency

range the phone uses.

We do that, and I can trace those frequencies back to the server farm that

controls the network.

What?

Nothing, I... Hey, does this make sense to you?

The scene? Yeah.

I feel like I should say no.

Only if you feel that way.

Why don't you tell me why you feel wrong and I'll check your math.

Fair enough.

Okay, so...

First, the car outside. Why is it on the curb? Why is the door open? They thought

they were coming here for a friendly meet with a CI.

Well, cops park on the curb all the time. But the open door is more

troubling.

Maybe they left the door unlocked and Arroyo went through it afterwards.

Yeah, maybe.

But, okay, so then there's the crime scene, right? They came in the same way

that we did, but then clearly they split up when they got into this room. Yeah,

like we did, which is how we found Colleen's blood over here and Nolan

found Ian all the way over there. I know, but why split up? It was a meet,

not some hostile environment.

Maybe he was using this meet as an opportunity to better train his rookie.

You know, clear the space no matter what the expected threat level. Yeah, I mean,

I guess that does make sense.

Okay, so let's say that they did split up for legitimate safety reasons, right?

And then Arroyo comes in from behind, opens fire, right? Now we're in a

classic triangle position. We have Arroyo at the point. Then we have

Colleen and Ian opposite of each other.

The blood's better.

Exactly. I mean...

If she was supposed to be getting hit from over there, then the blood spatter

would be behind her, but instead it's on the wall with the window as if... As if

she was shot from her training officer's position.

Oh, you think they're lying about what happened? I don't know, I don't know.

It could be that the limited statements we got from two wounded officers were

unclear and led to some wrong assumptions on my part, but we don't

know for sure without the body cam footage, and they did not engage them.

We can't just take their word for it.

And they're caught.

I wouldn't say any of this out loud until you are sure.

No, I agree.

So, I mean, yeah, so let's be sure.

Excuse me. I'm busy.

And soon to be busier. That's not what I need to be hearing right now.

Hi. Sorry, fighting a bit of hanger.

Shouldn't skip breakfast. Okay. I need a quick and thorough assessment of the

scene. It's not going to run quick and thorough. Well, no one's asking you to

do a rush job, but...

Two cops have been shot, and their shooter is at large. So anything we can

learn about what happened here will help us find him. Now, that means a diagram

of bullet paths and blood spatter patterns plus rushed ballistics.

Can you do that for us?

And can I reach out?

Is your cell phone?

Uh-uh.

You call as soon as you have something.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, nothing.

I just need to reassess your innocence.

Fine.

According to the gang unit, the only person Salvador Arroyo ever loved was

his mother. She died six months ago, and he goes to visit her grave every

Wednesday.

Out of 15, got a possible head and feet Arroyo gravesite?

They got him.

Explain something to me. Why ambush two cops on the same day you have a standing

appointment to visit a dearly departed?

For executive function skills?

Just to say white psychopaths do anything.

Fair enough. Then ask me this.

You're giving the guys a psycho who you shot two cops. Why is that? Don't we

have a SWAT team charging him right now? Because we take care of our own

business. And the element of surprise is often better than overwhelming force.

Ever tried to hide a SWAT team in a cemetery?

Police! Get down on your stomach. Arms and legs spread.

I said get down on your stomach. Yeah, I heard you.

But I'm not in the mood.

This is sacred time. You got no right jamming me up here.

What you did earlier made this necessary.

All I did today was bump some uglies and eat some cereal.

But not necessarily in that order. Last chance. Get down on the ground or we

will take you down.

It's like you aren't the only one with backup.

Control Center 3, this is my location.

Code 3.

We've got a problem.

Not if you get back on your bikes.

I miss the fun of fighting cops.

Seriously, you don't want to do that. Listen, I don't know what you guys are

all worked up about, but today is not the day to mess with me. So either pack

it up and get out of here, or we're gonna brawl.

One, two, three, go!

I'm here to see Mr. Cosme.

He's not expecting me, but I was in the neighborhood, so...

You really think the jeopardy is minimal?

Yes. Even if Kadir believes this is a trap, there's no upside in hurting the

cop. And if we're wrong, the fast response team can be there in 30

seconds, so... Yeah.

Maybe 60.

What a wonderful surprise.

Heard you were finally in L.A. Had to come through. I'm glad you did. You look

good. Yeah.

Please. So, what can I do for you? It cannot be a coincidence that I landed in

Los Angeles a few days ago and you show up on my doorstep.

Look, I'm going to be totally transparent with you, okay?

You looked out for me when we were in prison, and I feel like I owe you. Well,

not me. I told you you didn't. I know, but a man pays his debt. You kept the

Algerians away from me, and you didn't ask for anything in return, so this is

me repaying my debt.

Well, I'm not going to argue any further, but I'm not sure what you could

do that with Cuero.

I'm a man. What do you need?

Look, I know we didn't talk about your business in La Sante, but I heard the

rumors. And now that I'm a cop, look, I'm jeopardizing my career even talking

to you.

Get to it, my friend.

The FBI infiltrated your New York operations, and they're getting ready to

intercept your latest shipment and make mass arrests.

How do you know this?

Because I was brought on as extra manpower last week in a joint LAPD-FBI

task force.

You know, nothing to do with narcotics, but while I was at the bureau, I

overheard your name in the hallway, along with two lieutenants, Ezra and

Marwyn. And it sounds like one of them might be talking to us. Just don't know

who. And that's all I could find out without drawing any suspicion.

Hey.

Thank you for looking out for me.

Perhaps our paths will cross again in the future, huh?

You'll have to forgive me if I hope that they don't.

For both our sakes.

Where do we go from here? Now I go to work.

We spend every moment of every day being bombarded by signals we can't see. All

of our cell phones, Wi-Fi, and Bluetooth devices are constantly communicating

with cell towers and satellites, sending data, searching for updates.

Over the last few days, we've mapped all the signals going in and out of Qadir's

mansion. Now we're looking for a new one, the million-dollar phone.

We just need him to use it to make a call to New York.

It's a simple question.

Where were you this morning between 9 and 10?

I told you. Uglies and cereal, right?

Will your girlfriend attest to that?

It wasn't my girlfriend that I was with.

You start asking questions about her, my life gets messy.

You are facing two charges of attempted murder.

A jealous boyfriend is the least of your problems.

Clearly, I'm not the guy you're looking for because I don't attempt murder.

I get it done.

So whoever you're looking for...

It ain't me. Let's put a pin in that admission.

We have two witnesses who put you down on South Meyer Street at the time of the

shooting. They're lying.

They're cops.

Think that absolves them?

Hell, cops lie more than most of the criminals I know.

And who are the two that say that I'm the shooter?

Ian Coleman and Colleen White. They're in surgery right now to remove the

bullets that you put in them. Didn't happen.

I haven't seen Coleman in a minute.

But you know what?

It doesn't surprise me that he's trying to pin this on me. I'm not saying he's

dirty, but he ain't clean.

Gotta be covering up some bad business he got into.

Maybe with Little Miss Rookie. What does that mean?

He likes to get the young, cute rookies under his wing and take them to that

green motel off of Ocean Park.

And from the looks of it, Colleen looked eager to play along.

That's all I'm saying.

Guys, Arroyo didn't ambush them.

How do you know? We don't know, but the facts are in line with Selena's

statement. Nothing at the scene supports her story of being ambushed by another

shooter. The only shell cases we found were consistent with the two guns the

deputies were firing. Right, and it's highly unlikely that Arroyo was packing

a police-issued Glock or using an old-school revolver. He could have

picked up his brass, which I admit seems out of character.

And not supported by the physical evidence.

Yeah, the number of empty shell casings corresponds exactly with the number of

shots fired by the...

two deputies. You think they shot each other and they made up a story about an

ambush? The blood evidence tells us they were shot 20 feet apart. Yeah, and the

blood spatter angle only makes sense if they shot each other. Okay, but from

what I remember, you found Colleen just a few feet from Ian. I think they got

into an argument.

Things got heated. She jumped out of the car.

He gets out, chases her into the building, leaving the car door open.

Once inside, things escalate. Shots are fired. Now they're wounded behind cover

and they can hear the sound of sirens coming, so they...

Make a truce and decide on the story.

Picking the criminal Coleman knew would force us into a fight, hoping we'd kill

him, which would end all the questions.

Great work.

Looks like we're going to the hospital. Right after we pick up the preteen from

middle school and put the fear of God in her. Happy dad.

So, uh, what now?

Oh, uh, we need you back at the lab. We need those ballistics back ASAP. Right.

Okay.

Bye. Bye.

This man's got a sledgehammer for right hand. I made me run you for busy the

pen. What are we volunteering for?

Okay, listen up. This is the classic good news, bad news scenario.

The good news is that thanks to the digital prowess of Agent Flores and the

silky smooth persuasion skills of Officer Thorson, we've been able to

isolate the unique frequencies used by an illicit phone network used by the top

0.1% of expert criminals.

Now... The bad news is that the biggest concentration of those frequencies,

which indicates the location of the server farm that controls the network,

was traced to here.

Now, clearly there's no visible server farm in the middle of the L.A. River,

which means what, Officer Nolan?

Well... That the servers are underneath.

Excavated, built in secret, probably using one of the surrounding buildings

as an access point, most likely a warehouse.

Okay. Well, how big of a construction project are you talking?

Massive. And massively expensive.

I'm sure they brought in one of the cartel's tunnel kings from Mexico to

build it. Okay. Well, could you give us your best estimate as to which building

might make the perfect access point?

If I was to undertake a construction project of that scale in secret, I would

target a facility that already housed construction equipment.

That way, no one would blink twice at how many trucks were moving in and out

of the site. Right, right, right.

Bingo. Give this man a raise.

I'd settle for a spot on the team.

Obviously, you're going in. Yes, but not to raid the place.

We need to be ghosts sneaking into the facility to plant the Mawu, which will

then allow us to tap the network, and then we get the hell out of there

without a trace.

Well, then you're definitely going to need me. Without blueprints, your entry

team would be flying blind.

Welcome to the app.

Not only are you losing your phone privileges, you are losing your laptop,

your TV, your Kindle, even the damn microwave. Anything with a screen. You

are going to be living like a monk for the next month.

You're not listening to me. I finally found something I'm good at. You want me

to throw it away just because you watch too much Dateline? Oh, boy.

Oh, oh, I haven't watched too much Dateline, okay? I have lived it. I have

seen what happens firsthand to kids who have too much of an online presence,

especially young girls, and I am not going to let my own daughter become a

statistic.

You sure you don't want me to dress? I'm fine. Second of all, you are good at

plenty of things, the least of which is unboxing junk food and rating different

flavors of lip gloss.

Have you even watched my videos? Do you know how much effort I put into them?

The edits, the graphics, the content, that's all me.

Some people actually find it impressive.

I mean, her tips on dressing for your color season are valuable.

For the longest time, I thought it was an autumn, but now I'm thinking that

this is something she can dig into offline.

Did you know that influencing is one of the few careers where women make more

money than men?

Oh, let me guess. The gender pay gap talking point worked real well on your

dad? No, he doesn't know about the account either.

Oh! So you have successfully lied to both of your parents. Wow, that makes me

feel so much better. You know what? Now I'm wishing I did tell Dad. Maybe he

would actually listen to me.

Why is my husband here?

What's wrong?

I need your advice. I asked James to help me with my speech, and he basically

has me advocating to dissolve the LAPD and empty the jail. I'm sure it's not

that bad.

You can't say that. I know. Hey, I'm here for a prisoner pickup.

We will finish this conversation later. No, we won't.

Fun.

Hi. Hi.

My husband has to talk to you about something.

Good luck.

That's a hell of a lot of security for a construction supply company.

Just the right amount of security for the entrance of a half-billion-dollar

criminal enterprise. Yes,

sir. Mike, this is Officer John Nolan from the LAPD. He'll be joining you on

the mission. Yes, sir. Mike Walker. Pleased to meet you. Likewise. I stole

Mike away from SEAL Team 4.

Technically, it was the ACL surgery that ended that ride, but Agent Garza was

kind enough to offer me a job near my kids. Who else will be joining us?

Officer Thorson and Elena, who, despite my protestation, successfully argued

that her sole focus on the illicit phone network makes her the only quote-unquote

badass ninja hacker qualified for the job, so... I'm sorry. Excuse me just one

second. Yeah.

Hey. Hi.

just checking to see if you learned anything on the federal cop front, or if

you checked out the apartment link.

Uh, no, not yet. It's been an epically crazy day, so... Well, I might have made

a few calls.

Yeah, Bailey... No, no, it's fine. I just put a couple feelers out, and I'm

waiting to hear back. But if you get time... I get it. I just... I really

have to go right now, okay?

Garstin, you got a second? Not really, but... Sure.

Sorry. Bailey is taking a job in D.C., Pentagon, and she wanted me to ask you

about the viability of a move to the FBI. Something tells me you're not

exactly excited about the idea.

No, it's... I really love my job. I just am not thrilled about the idea of

starting at the bottom again. Well, then my answer is going to put you in fierce

arrest.

The age cutoff to join the FBI is 35.

Oh. Unless you have other government experience. The same goes for all

federal agencies. And even if age wasn't an obstacle, the odds of being assigned

to D.C. right out of Quantico?

Non-existent. Sir.

Operation lights out.

Ready at the staging area.

Time for us to get in position.

Copy that.

John, is your head in the game?

Yes, sir.

Good. Let's get this thing done.

Operation lights out in motion.

Breach team, get ready. Pursuit team, we'll take out the Transformer in three,

two, one.

Power's out. Power's out.

The guards are distracted. The field is clear. Breach team, go.

Let's have four guards on your nine o'clock moving in to check on the

accident.

Hexadecimal code.

Fancy. Problem?

No, just going to take a smidge longer.

Heads up. Three guards are re-entering the warehouse.

Got it.

Alpha team descending the stairwell. East corner looks to be about five

levels down.

LA River is that way.

Feels weird not having my gun out.

Well, that's the whole point. We get into a firefight, the op is blown.

Accident on top. Guy getting chased by the cops. Who knows?

There can't be one burning this place down.

Nah, management's worried the network's been compromised. As soon as we upload

the OS to Vegas, this place is getting nuked. And I hate Vegas. It's so hot.

Not as hot as this place is going to get in about nine minutes.

Boss, we got a big problem.

Kadir must have flagged our infiltration into his New York operation as a

possible compromise of the phone network.

They're bugging out after they upload the main operating system. Well, can you

plant them out where before they're done, ride the upload to the next server

farm? I can try.

We gotta move fast.

That's not good. All the security cameras are going to be back online now.

Avatine, we have a problem. I know. Power's back. Can you stay hidden until

they all bug out?

No. We just heard that they are going to nuke the place after the upload is

finished. Not sure what that means, but it is meant to get very hot.

You're screwed.

No. No, I am not.

Listen to me very carefully. We are going to raid the place, okay? With any

luck, they'll think that we're a step behind and that we got there too late to

bug the upload. You just need to figure out a way to bypass all the cameras

between there and the warehouse. Copy?

Uh, that's impossible.

I sent you for a reason, John. It's time to pull your weight. Done. Mission

accomplished. Get your asses out of there. Now!

What are you looking for? All these servers create a tremendous amount of

heat. That hot air has to be vented as cold air is pumped in to replace it in

the most efficient way.

To get rid of hot air in a straight line, straight up.

Yeah.

Change of plans. We're going in.

Weapons up.

Change of plans. We're going in.

I was really hoping for an elevator.

Guess we're going to see how solid this ATL repair really is. Here, help me up.

Get around my back, zip tie her arms around my neck, and her feet in front of

me.

Get away from the fence!

I'm good. I'm good.

We got to call it in.

Let them know where we are.

Boss, Palpatine is in the warehouse.

Uncle Matt, calm her down. We got to move.

Leave her there.

We'll get EMTs to pick her up once we secure the scene. Mike, you take point.

Let's move.

Help the others get out. I'll hold them off as long as I can.

You sure?

Yeah, go, go. I'm right behind you.

Where's

Helena?

She took Mike to safety. He got shot.

Where else is secure?

What's my CO doing?

The surgery was a success.

His recovery process will be more challenging than yours, but he's going

to pull through.

You're both very lucky.

I'll be back to check on you in a few.

I know you're awake.

Even though you breathe, it's a pack of lies.

I'm a liar.

You tried to kill me. You shot me first. You shot me twice.

It's not my fault your aim sucks. I can't have you tell my wife about us.

If you would have been reasonable.

They both came through surgery with no complications.

That's great. Thanks.

Hi, I'm Detective Lopez. This is Detective Harper. We've been

investigating your shooting.

Did you catch Arroyo?

Where's Colleen? Is she okay?

Let's cut the crap, shall we? Your story has holes big enough to drive a truck

through. So, who wants to make a deal?

I do.

Wait. If anyone's going to get a deal, it's going to be me.

They just took Mike into surgery, and the surgeon is confident he's going to

pull through just fine, so... Thank God.

Yeah. Well, I, for one, am not certain I can get up without making a sound

unbecoming a law enforcement officer.

Why would I go first?

I'll give you some cover. Hey, you're a good man.

Ow!

Oh, man.

Oh, man.

The road ahead is not easy, but neither is the fight for justice.

We have over-criminalized our community.

And we have made policing a catch-all for societal ills that are simply not

equipped or trained to handle.

So I'm announcing my candidacy for the District Attorney of Los Angeles because

I believe our justice system is fundamentally flawed and that the

prosecutor's office should play a primal role in fixing it.

It was a good speech. And he should have talked about racial disparities and

sentencing. But yeah, it was a good speech.

I'll go start dinner.

I am sorry.

Wait, you're not mad anymore?

No, I still am mad, but I could have handled it better. I could have

listened. I should have listened.

And it occurs to me that the reason you didn't tell me in the first place is

because you knew I wouldn't.

Yeah. Okay, so I'm sorry.

You want to tell me you're sorry too?

No.

Okay, fine. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you, didn't ask you, whether or not what

I was doing was okay.

Thank you.

So, does that mean I can keep doing it? How about this?

We will sit down with a cybersecurity expert who will help make sure that you

are being as safe as you can in this world full of predators.

And if he's satisfied, then I guess I will be too.

I'm not moving to D.C.

John. No, I... I've been playing along because I love you and I want you to be

happy, but I can't tear my life apart here to do that.

I'm not asking you to.

Yeah, you are.

And I keep wondering, why isn't our life here together enough for you? I didn't

realize you were so mad.

Neither did I.

It's not that it's not enough for me. I just want to go do this.

But why?

And don't say it's because the job is cool, because so is being a firefighter

and a soldier and all the other things you do in your spare time. Well,

something tells me you already think you have the answer to this.

I think you have a pathological need for movement.

Pathological? Yeah.

And we have joked about it, about how you can't sit still and how a day off

for you means doing six different projects. And I thought it was cute, but

it's not.

What are you afraid will happen if you stop moving? If we let yourself be happy

with what you have and where you are?

Nothing. I am happy. I just got excited to go do this job.

Why are you blowing it all up like this? I'm trying to save our marriage.

I didn't realize it was in jeopardy.

Bailey.

Don't hang up. This isn't a trap. It's me going rogue.

Tell your boss the secure phone network is no longer secure.

Federal ears are listening.

Now, if he's smart, he won't tell anyone and take advantage of the power vacuum

that's coming.

No.

This piece of information is free of charge But what comes next that's gonna

cost a fortune

Damn it.