All language subtitles for The Rookie 3x11 - New Blood (English)

There they are.

- Ooh.
- Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

They got no idea
what's coming for them.

Please tell me we did not
look that nervous

our first day as rookies.

Alright. Let's go give them
a warm Mid-Wilshire welcome.

Hey. New recruits?

Welcome, guys.

- My name is...
- John Nolan.

Yeah. Hi. Wow.

It is such a pleasure to meet you.

- Wow.
- You were my inspiration,

for coming into the department.

And when I think about six months ago,

I-I was data auditing the AP matrix

in the IT department.

Well, thank you for saying that.

We're very happy to have you.

Uh, I'm Lucy, and this is Jackson.

- Hey. Welcome to Mid-Wilshire.
- Hey.

Are you rookies, too?

Not anymore. We're...

W-Well, we're actually P2s.

While I selflessly held myself back

so that you guys could
get your bearings.

Come on.

Do you know who your T.O. is yet?

I think his name is Bradford.

Oh, he was my T.O. He's great.

You will learn, so much.

But?

He can be intense.

But don't worry, if you find yourself

in a self-doubt spiral,
I'm always around.

- Thank you.
- Rookies sit in front row.

This way.

- Right here?
- Yeah. Plant her.

- Thank you.
- You betcha.

Sorry about that.

How much did you have to bribe Grey

to not give you Bizarro World Nolan?

As a training officer in the LAPD,

it is my duty to train

any and all recruits assigned to me.

- Two pairs of Lakers tickets.
- Mm-hmm.

Alright. Settle in.

We got some new blood today.

Stand up so everyone can see you.

You earned the right
to be in this room,

but you have to prove
yourselves to stay.

The way we do things matters.

Tradition and protocol are the metal

from which every cop
in this city is forged.

That being said,

it's my pleasure to welcome you

to the FTO program.

State your name and badge numbers.

Barnes, Katie.

Badge number 44313.

Uh, hi.

I'm Larry Macer.

Uh, everybody calls me "The Badger"...

- Oh!
- Oh, geez.

- Come on.
- Oh, my gosh.

Badger.

My office. Now.

Washing out at roll call
on your first day?

That has gotta be a record.

I heard about a recruit who
ran over his captain

driving into the parking lot.

But I'm sure it's an urban myth.

Watch your head.

Dad!

Henry!

I had no i...

This is amazing. This is...

This... This is awesome.

Hey, buddy!

I didn't know I was
gonna see you today.

Oh, that's why we're here.

- We just wanted to say hello.
- Oh, that's great.

Uh, you remember my son, Henry,

- his lovely fianc�e, Abigail.
- Hi.

It's good to see you.

You guys just flew in this morning?

We drove, actually.

From my mom's new place in Arizona.

We helped her get moved in.

Yeah, the road trip was
a little us time

before Henry starts the new job.

Oh, that's right. Congratulations.

What exactly will you be doing again?

Uh, Henry is the new youth liaison

for, uh, Ben's new nonprofit,

uh, clean water foundation.

You don't know what that means, do you?

- Not really, no.
- I'll be traveling the world,

connecting with youth activists

to build partnerships
between the nonprofit

and the communities they serve.

- That...
- And

Promoting it all on social media.

That's why Ben needed to hire
somebody young and hip.

- That's right.
- Yeah.

So when am I gonna
see you guys tonight?

You won't. We're staying in Malibu.

- Oh.
- Henry has an early session tomorrow,

so the company got us a hotel room.

I totally get it.

L.A. traffic, all that. Don't worry.

Text me if anything changes.

Will do. Have a safe shift.

- You bet.
- Have a great first day training.

- Thank you.
- Bye, guys.

- Later, guys.
- Bye.

Knock 'em dead.

Oh, it's killing him
to be so supportive.

It's killing me to be so supportive.

- Think he can tell?
- Not at all.

I will. I will.

Bye.

That was my mother.

Is she still mad about the cake?

Patrice doesn't do mad,
she does disappointed.

- Fewer wrinkles.
- So, what did she say?

I had told her that we
were having a hard time

finding a venue,
so she called her country club.

That club where that asshat
asked me for a clean fork?

That's the one.

And they had an opening,
so she booked it.

Without asking us?

Why would she? It's only our wedding.

I'm not getting married

- at that country club.
- Agreed.

So, which one of us is gonna tell her?

Um...

Tim.

Hey. You got a minute?

Professor Ryan. Come in.

Isn't our sit-down scheduled
for next week?

This is about something different.

What's going on?

For over a week now,

somebody has been
leaving notes on my car.

At home, at work,

the market, dry cleaners.

Now, the notes are creepy,

but they are 'not threatening',

which is smart, because...

Because without credible threats,

- there's no crime.
- Exactly.

It's just enough to send a message...

"I'm watching you."

But this morning,

I found my car window smashed,

and, uh...

This was inside.

Whoever is behind this,
he or she is escalating.

Is there anyone you can think of

that could do something like this?

I'm one of the faces behind

a loud criminal justice
reform movement.

I'm all over social media, cable news.

And a lot of people do not like
what I have to say.

Does anyone know what you drive,

- where you live?
- No, no.

I've worked very hard to make sure

that that is not public information.

What's your schedule today?

Uh, well, I have yoga at 11:00,

and then, uh...

- Teaching tonight.
- Let's get a report written up,

and I will assign Nolan and Harper

to patrol the areas you'll be in today.

- Thank you, Sergeant.
- After you.

This is a shop.

It's not a cop car, squad car,

or black-and-white. It's a shop.

It's where you work.

First, we examine
the exterior for damage.

Any nicks, scratches, dents, or dings,

- you write 'em up, got it?
- Sir.

Load the war bags, Boot.

Shotgun safety check.

Verify it's empty, safety on,

load it, close the action.

Remington 870.

Three-inch magnum, ghost-ring sights,

six-round magazine tube,

steel receiver
with a polymer over-mold.

Sir, if it's all right with you,

I prefer to keep one in the chamber.

That extra half-second counts.

There's only three reasons,

a person would be that familiar,

with this weapon.

You a big-game hunter, Boot?

Negative, sir.

Don't destroy anything unless
it needs to be destroyed.

Relatives in law enforcement?

Negative, sir. First in my family.

Former military, then.

Hm.

But standard issue is an M4 carbine.

If you were in country,
using a shotgun...

I was a breacher.

82nd Airborne, 2nd Brigade Combat Team.

Advance team and combat patrol.

80-deuce. "All the way"...

- Sir.
- Alright.

Some new ground rules, then.

You don't have to call me "sir."

It'll be an adjustment, but,

you're gonna be fine.

Wanna get a coffee?

Stop. It's not a big deal.

Yes, it is. You're turning 18.

You're finally getting your own place.

Come on. This is exciting.

Yeah, my first solo apartment,

you could literally reach the stove,

- without getting out of bed.
- In my first place,

I eventually stopped

fighting with the cockroaches,

and I just treated them as pets.

But I'm sure yours will be
much nicer than that.

I lived under a bridge.

Bugs don't bother me.

Thanks again for helping me

with the transitional
housing paperwork.

I wouldn't have found out
about the program

- if it wasn't for you.
- I'm happy to.

Who's that girl with Officer Zaddy?

That's, uh,

Tim's new rookie.

Yeah, she just started.

How's it feel to be replaced?

Uh, great.

I am happy for somebody else

to be tormented by Tim for a change.

Whoa.

Sorry, is he paying for her coffee?

And he's letting her drive?

So much for torment.

Oh, he is evil.

He's luring her,

into a false sense of security,
and then...

Bam! "I've been shot".

"Where are we, Boot?"

Man, she's gonna be wearing that coffee

by the end of her shift.

Are you smiling?

I'm sorry,
all you did for the last year

was complain about how Tim treats you,

and now you're happy,

that he's doing the same thing to her?

That's a little messed up.

Hey.

What are you doing
in my neck of the woods?

James!

Uh, just a little covert
undercover police work.

Ohhh, staking out the yoga studio, huh?

Always had a bad feeling
about that place.

No one should be that happy
after exercise.

How's the Community Center going?

Swimming upstream every day.

I'm trying to get this
self-defense class going,

but I just lost my instructor.

Well, Detective Harper is an expert

at hand-to-hand combat,
and a phenomenal teacher.

Really?

Ah, but I-I'm...

I'm sure you have plans tonight.

Uh, I-I could probably swing by
for an hour or so.

That'd be awesome. Thank you.

Harper.

I'm gonna hold you to that.

Looks like we're on.

What are you doing?

Uh, just taking some pictures.

I'm on public property.

Pictures of what?

Birds.

What's going on?

This gentleman was
taking photos of you.

Is that true?

Wait a minute. I know you.

You were in one of my classes.

Your Torts class, two years ago.

I-I sat in the front row.

I came to all your office hours.

So you just happened to be
photographing birds

in front of her yoga class?

Wild, right?

- It feels like fate.
- No, it feels like stalking.

Did you break into Professor
Ryan's car this morning?

- No.
- Give me your camera.

- Don't.
- Don't.

Why?

It's an unreasonable search.

Uh, no. This is evidence

that can be easily deleted.

So we have the right to examine it.

I disagree. You need a warrant.

He has rights.

Thank you, Fiona.

Well, don't take it personally.

- The law is the law.
- Alright, fine.

We will get a warrant.

But we have the right to detain him,

while we are waiting for it.

So I'm gonna do that.

Put your camera in your bag,

and your hands behind your back.

So, he's been stalking you?

Somebody has.

Oh, sorry. James,

this is Fiona Ryan.

Yeah, I know,
I follow you on social media.

Yes, I follow you, too.

You're doing some really
important work in this neighborhood.

Thank you.

Hey, if you ever need
a civil rights litigator,

please give me a call.

Wow. I hope you mean that,

- because I will.
- Anytime.

Tell Nyla I'll text her
the details for tonight.

Will do.

You're alright following us
to the station?

- Yeah.
- And...

you're okay, right?

- Of course.
- Okay.

I heard,

you were a real hard-ass.

Random tests,
getting into people's heads.

Why not with me? Or is this part of it?

You're messing with me
right now, aren't you?

- Well, yes and no.
- Okay, then.

How am I doing?

Fine so far.

You'll have some challenges,
but, you'll push through 'em.

What kinds of challenges?

People with strong military backgrounds

can struggle with
the transition to being a cop.

That won't be me.

I've been on combat patrol,
doing exactly this.

Wrong.

There are three major differences

between police and military,

and if you want to be a cop
instead of a soldier,

you'll have to conquer all of them.

Tell me.

One, cops are expected to be proactive.

You don't wait for orders.

Two, you are no longer bound
by military objectives.

The actions you take are
up to your discretion.

And, three,

the people we come
up against on the street,

aren't enemy combatants.

They're our fellow citizens.

7-Adam-19, clear for traffic?

7-Adam-19, go ahead.

Silent alarm,

4-5-9 type with multiple
motion activations.

755 Bollinger Road.

7-Adam-19?

4-5-9 with a silent alarm?

Burglary.

Most likely second degree,

entering a commercial structure

with the intent to commit theft,

grand theft, petty theft,

or, any felony.

Good.

7-Adam-19, copy.

Negative on lookouts.

Want me to post on the side door,

- and you can recon the front?
- Sounds good.

- Just stay to the left of...
- The door.

Visible hinges.

Outward-opening door puts
the kill zone on the right.

Okay. If I see suspects inside,

- what do we do?
- Call for reinforcements.

You mean, call for backup.

Yes, sir. I meant backup.

Then we can surround and call out,

or make entry and engage.

What would you do?

Uh...

Why force confrontation?

Get air support on the roof,

and surround and call out.

Perfect.

Gun!

7-Adam-19. Shots fired.

Two armed suspects.

Requesting backup and airship.

- Sir, I've got a shot.
- How?

Little ricochet trick
I picked up in Fallujah.

Ugh! Aah!

Lay on your stomach.
Hands behind your back.

Are they gonna find anyone else
in the building?

- No.
- Don't lie to me.

Barnes, suspect's secured.

Our job is now to render first aid.

Sorry.

Sorry, right.

- You trained for this?
- Yes, sir.

- What the hell is that?
- What?

Tim put his hand on her shoulder.

Man, I saved his life on my first day.

I didn't even get a fist bump.

So...

It seems Andy Becker got fixated on you

when you gave him an F in your class.

He thought it was to get his attention.

Everything since has been the long game

to get you to fall in love with him.

I know.

Did you find any evidence that
he broke into my car?

No. He didn't take
any pictures of that.

Oh. So he's a creep,

but, there's no evidence that

he actually committed any crimes?

Right.

You think that I'm an idiot

for keeping you from doing
that search without the warrant.

No.

Y-You've dedicated your life

to protecting civil liberties.

If anything, I-I respect you more

for sticking to it
when it's this personal.

Now, I did put an emergency
restraining order on him.

Hopefully, he'll get the message.

Thank you.

- See you in class?
- I'll be there.

What are we doing here?

You'll see.

You were right.

About earlier.

That was different than the Army.

One second, a guy's trying to kill us.

The next, we're saving his life.

You're still in the headspace

where everyone is either a friendly,

or an enemy combatant.

It's my job to help you change
that mind-set.

These people, are all your neighbors.

Now, some are neighbors with problems

who do stupid things,
crazy things, selfish things,

but...

They're just people.

I want you to take a look around.

- What do you see?
- Ah.

Finally getting a Tim Test?

We passed six people on our way in.

Four males, two females.

There's one ingress and egress road.

The hillside to our back
gives us a tactical advantage.

That's well-spotted.

But I want you to be in the present,

not thinking about potential threats.

What do you see here?

Uh...

A ladybug.

It's...

Very cute, sir.

No.

It's adorable.

You see the tiny spots?

Focus on them.

Focus on them.

I want you to take a deep breath.

Feel the sun.

Go ahead. Close your eyes.

I'll cover you.

This, is your present.

You made it home.

Life is good.

You're safe.

Now, when you're in country,

everything's hostile.

You never turn it off,

you only turn it down.

Cops who are fearful,

they use officer safety

as a way of treating everyone
like the enemy.

But they're not.

In fact, you're doing the job
wrong if you are.

I don't know how to live
like that, anymore.

You'll remember.

Just give it time.

Be in the moment.

That's it?

It's harder than you think.

At least it was for me.

But it's only way I could
leave the war behind.

You don't have to wait for me.

I know.

So, you ready for the exam next week?

Uh, I will be ready.

Sorry. Hold on a second.

Hello?

What... Who is this?

How dare you say that to me!

Who was that?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

What's wrong?

Someone just posted my home address,

my phone number, and my license plate

to the Internet,

with a message reading,

"Come teach this bitch a lesson."

Okay. Thank you. I'll let her know.

That was the Assaults Unit.

They handle the criminal threats
like this.

Along with the Cyber Crimes Division,

they're gonna track down
the original post.

Well, thank you, but,

my information's all
out there now forever,

so...

There's no putting that
horse back in the barn.

Well, my gut tells me
it's your stalker, Andy.

He got pissed about
that restraining order

and put your address online

in hopes that some hate group

will try to do you harm

while he sits safely
on the sidelines watching.

Well, thank you for walking with me.

Uh, knowing how this sounds,

how about I just follow you home,
just to make sure it's safe?

I don't need a bodyguard.

All due respect, that's

- exactly what you need right now.
- No.

That is exactly what they want...

For me to be afraid.

I am not going to give that to them.

But thank you for your help.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Tamara, what's up?
- Lucy...

Can you come get me?

Yeah. Where are you?

My cousin's.

He's been drinking.

Tamara!

Hey, I'll be right there.

Get the hell out now.

Just let me get my stuff.

Consider it back rent.

Where the hell am I supposed to go?

Who cares? Been
freeloading off me long enough.

Okay, everyone take a breath.

Go get her stuff.

I said, go get her stuff!

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Don't come back.

Wow.

What happened?

My place isn't ready yet.

A plumber found black mold,

and now they're saying
it could be two months.

- Oof.
- And when I told Scott

I needed to stay longer,

he lost it.

His skanky girlfriend doesn't
like me being there.

I'm so sorry.

It's whatever.

I'll figure something out.

No. You will...

Stay with me,

until your place is ready.

You don't have to.

Yes, I do.

You're family.

Thank you.

Mm.

You want to, uh, go to 7-Eleven,

buy way too much candy,

and watch some horror movies?

- Okay.
- "Okay"?

That's a... That's a good idea.

Sure. Why not.

Okay, okay.

Oh! Hello.

- Hi.
- Am I at the wrong house?

No. Lopez and Wesley are
right through here.

- Ah.
- I'm Tim.

Oh, you're one of Angela's,

uh, police friends, aren't you?

For now.

I thought we were

talking wedding plans.

We are.

Tim is here as a neutral third party.

Wasn't aware that we needed one.

This is a little unusual, isn't it?

Agreed.

Oh, you know, weddings can be
a stressful time.

We just figured this...

Would help.

Okay.

What's first on the agenda?

Ceremony locations...

Episcopal church or Catholic church?

Oh, good.

We're starting small.

I am so sorry.

Everyone seems to be running late.

I-I don't get it.

I mean, there was so much interest in

a self-defense class.

Even had to reprint the flyer
four times.

You got the day wrong.

What? No, I didn't. It's the 10th.

Right, but this says Friday.

Today's Tuesday.

Oh, my God.

Uh, I-I can't believe

I just wasted your time like this.

Well, it's not a total waste.

I can still train you.

Oh, I-I-I wasn't gonna take the class.

Well, I'm loose and ready to go, so...

I'm fighting somebody.

Don't look at me.

This is Henry.

Leave a message,
and I'll call you back.

Thanks.

Hey, buddy. Just me checking in.

Uh, just calling to see how
your first day went.

Give me a ring. I'll be up late.

Hey, y'all.

To be honest, I wasn't sure

that I was up to making
my weekly livestream.

As you may have heard,

my privacy was attacked today
in an attempt to silence me.

I was not intimidated then,

and I sure as hell
am not intimidated now.

So listen very carefully.

I am not afraid,

and I will never stop fighting
for what is right.

And if you have a problem with that,

you know where to find me.

Professor, it's, uh, John Nolan.

Disarmed. Ready to arm.

What are you doing here?

I was just, uh, checking on you.

I-I caught your video.

I told you I don't need a bodyguard.

Right. Did you happen to look
at the comments?

All the references to "100%"?

As in "100% white America,"

with associations with
the Southern Front,

uh, Patriots for Purity...

Serious white supremacy groups.

These are dangerous people.

Like I don't know that?

But if I succumb to
their threats, they win.

I understand,
but it's an irrefutable fact

you can effect a heck
of a lot more change,

if you're alive.

- Good night, Officer Nolan.
- Good night, Professor.

Don't forget to re-arm
your security system.

I am. Now go away.

Best and final.

Okay.

She's agreeing to
limit her invitations to 125

if you agree to add cousin
Jessica to your wedding party.

The one with the teeth?

Fine.

Make it 100, and we have a deal.

Okay, Jessica's in
if you go down to 100.

Oh, come on. This is silly.

Just tell me what you want.

This is your wedding.

I'll go along with anything.

Oh, come on, Mom. I know you.

You don't go along with anything.

Well, I may have been a little forceful

with my opinion, but,

I thought I was helping.

I mean, you're both so busy,

with your jobs and the baby coming,

and I've got nothing but time.

Can you get me some water?

Sure. Maybe Tim can help.

Thank God.

We haven't had much time
to visit you lately.

No, I understand.

I mean, you're a detective now.

You're probably exhausted.

I am.

But this wedding should be
a chance for us to bond.

I'm sorry it's been so contentious.

Well, I'm sorry

I didn't ask about the country club.

It just...

It seemed like something I could do

to show you, how happy I am
you're joining the family.

If you don't want
to get married there...

- I really don't.
- Well...

But, I would like
your opinion on things.

When you ask for it.

- Is that so awful?
- No.

No, I just want you and Wesley
to be happy.

Thank you.

But if you serve a buffet,
I will die of shame.

Seated dinner it is.

Oof! Ow.

- Come on.
- You can do better than that.

He really can't.

Uh, I really can't.

You okay?

Yeah.

I still can't believe I
messed up those flyers.

Hey, let me buy you dinner
this weekend.

You know, to-to make up for it.

Uh...

That is sweet, but I actually...

I-I just started dating someone, so...

Define "just started."

One date? Five?

One.

Okay, so, let me
take you out on one date.

Then you can see how you feel.

That seems like a reasonable proposal.

He's a good wingman.

Is that a yes?

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess I could make that happen.

Great.

You planning to be out here all night?

Yeah. You gonna yell at me some more?

No. I brought you coffee.

Thank you.

Listen, I'm sorry
I snapped at you earlier.

It's not a problem.

Very stressful situation.

Thank you.

And thank you for staying.

It does make me feel better
knowing that you're here.

You're welcome, Professor.

Oh, please.

Considering what you're doing,
call me Fiona.

Oh, sorry.

That's my son.

- Everything okay?
- It's the last thing,

you need to be hearing about right now.

Actually, I could use a distraction.

Okay. Um...

Uh, my son got a job,

and dropped out of college.

But you wanted him to graduate
because you didn't?

I made a nice life,

for myself, and my family, but,

not finishing it just...

Always left a hole in my confidence.

Well, you know,
college isn't for everybody,

and there are many ways
to get an education.

This job of his, is it a good one?

Oh, crazy good.

Well, there you go, then.

I mean, college will always be there.

Maybe this is the education
he needs right now.

Wow.

Look at you.

Teaching me outside of class too.

I'll shadow you to school,

and then head home, get some shut-eye.

Yeah, my publisher's bringing in

a private security company
for the next few weeks.

Good, oh!

Henry's coming to dinner.

Oh.

That's a powerful piece.

Oh, yeah.

My grandmother made that.

She was a sculptor.

Is it supposed to be melted like that?

No.

It was damaged during the MOVE bombing.

Wait, I remember that.

Oh.

Most people don't.

Yeah. I'm... I-I grew up
outside Philly.

That was, what, 1984?

It was May 13, 1985.

Yeah.

The cops were trying to get

a group of Black activists

out of their house,

and when they couldn't get them out,

they fired 10,000 rounds of ammunition

into a house with children in it.

Then they dropped a bomb on the roof...

Killed 11 people,

including 5 kids.

I remember there was a-a huge fire.

- Did your grandmother's house burn?
- Mm. Yeah.

Along with 60 others.

Two whole blocks.

And the cops just watched.

That sculpture was the only
thing we could salvage.

I'm so sorry.

I was 10 years old.

Playing in her front room

when people started coming,
banging on the door,

telling us we had to get out.

There were embers falling from the sky,

burning our skin.

Nana grabbed my hand and we ran, but...

We couldn't get away.

No wonder you became
an activist yourself.

Exactly.

Now you understand,

why I'm not backing down from these

Southern Front jackasses.

- Armed. Away.
- Alright. Ready to go.

- Okay.
- Exit now.

Give me one second.

Okay.

How'd you sleep?

Good.

Not good. Don't tell me...

You've got some sure-fire

REM-sleep technique I can try.

Actually, I do.

Man, I heard you were such a hard-ass,

and here you are, showing me ladybugs,

and teaching me how to be all zen.

What can I say? I'm a complicated guy.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Oh, no.

Hello?

Listen to me very carefully.

The white supremacists
we were talking about...

The Southern Front,
they just pulled in behind you.

- What do I do?
- Stay calm.

I'm right behind them.

We don't want them to know
you've seen them yet.

- Oh, my God, John...
- Don't worry, okay?

Just keep driving,
keep your speed even.

I'm gonna call in for a little help.

Why are they following me?

Why don't they just kill me?

The Southern Front
likes to make statements.

They kidnap high-profile targets,

and then put them on trial,

- to answer for their crimes.
- And everyone's found guilty.

Give me a sec.

Control, this is
off-duty Officer John Nolan,

badge number 2-5-2-5-3.

I have a possible 2-0-7 in progress.

Victim is headed west on 11th

in a silver late-model Sentra,

being pursued by two pickup trucks

one brown, one blue, both lifted.

Three occupants, presumed armed.

I'm following in my P.O.V.,
a black Tundra.

7-Adam-19 responding.

- What do I do? Do I run the light?
- No.

Uh, stop, but be ready to bolt.

I'm gonna try something.

What the hell's wrong with you?

Are you hurt? Are you okay?

'Cause... Oh, that's some damage.

Oh, I don't think
this is gonna buff out.

Did you have that damage before?

Police. Get down. Get down.
Get on the ground.

Here.

Cuff yourself to that, right there.

Cuff yourself, fast.

You're making a big mistake.

Well, they tell me that all the time.

Out of the car! Now!

7-Adam-07, shots fired.

Multiple armed suspects
with assault rifles.

Need backup and airship.

What are you doing?

Firefight is one block north.

If we take the alley,

we'll come up on them from the side

so we can box in the enemy.

The suspects, not enemy.

Right, suspects.

Grab her! We gotta go!

She's running!

Fiona's on the move!

Headed south down the alley,

one armed suspect in pursuit.

We gotta even the odds here.

I'm runnin' on empty.

One odds-evener coming up. Be ready.

Down on the ground! Don't move!

- You got him?
- Yeah. Got him.

Roll over!

Oh!

Don't move! You're under arrest!

You okay?

No! I'm not okay.

They tried to kill me.

Day two and you're filling out
the paperwork?

You got something to say, Chen?

Uh, yeah, I do.

I...

Why are you being so nice to her?

My first few days on the job,

you kicked me out of the car,
tormented me.

A month later, you-you-you
stole my duty belt

while I had to go pee.

You called me "Boot" so many times,

I get triggered
when I go shoe shopping.

Look, Officer Barnes has other issues.

Like what? Like, she's...

Fit and beautiful

- and smart...
- She won't wear perfume.

W-What does that have to do
with anything?

What?

Look...

I teach my recruits

according to what they need.

Officer Barnes won't wear perfume

because she's still worried
it'll give away her position.

A part of her

is still waging a war in Afghanistan,

and if she's gonna be a cop,
that has to go.

You are a kind and insightful person.

You see the good in people.

So much so that I had to show you

the world can be a scary place.

Officer Barnes only sees a scary place,

and she needs to know that

not everyone's out to hurt her.

Is she gonna be okay?

I think so.

And who knows...

One day...

She might even be as good as you.

There.

Grey said your security team
is top-notch,

so they will make sure you're safe.

Was Computer Crimes able to figure out

if Andy was the one who doxxed me?

Unfortunately, no.

If it was him, he covered
his tracks very well.

Can the student offer
the teacher some advice?

Sure.

You're not gonna sleep well.

For a while.

You're gonna be jumpy...

And irritable and on edge.

Is this experience talking?

It's the downside of having a job

filled with trauma and tragedy.

Yeah, I'm all too familiar

with the toll it can take
on the mind and body.

Just take your feelings seriously,

and get help if you need it.

It'll only get worse if you don't.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

See you in class?

Unless you wanna pass me right now.

- Mm, I'll see you in class.
- Okay.

How's your report coming?

Just finished.

I, uh...

Need to talk to you about something.

Transitioning from
military to police has been

harder than I expected.

And you're handling it.

In two shifts, you turned
your past into an asset.

I mean, you switched
from warrior to caregiver.

Yeah, but it's what's still down
the road that has me worried.

What do you mean?

Looking out over the city yesterday,

feeling the sun on my face...

That's the first time I've
felt at peace in a long time.

And that feeling will grow.

You just need to give yourself
a little more time to adjust.

No, I don't know that I can...

At least not while wearing a uniform.

I need to see what life is like

when I'm not in survival mode
all the time.

And that's not gonna happen
if I'm a cop.

So, with my report, I am,

also submitting my resignation memo.

No. I don't accept that.

You're gonna be a great cop,
and I know it.

And I can help you transition.

From warrior to peacekeeper...

To peace.

I really appreciate it, sir.

But this might be
the last chance I have,

to change my course,

leave the violence behind.

And I need to take it.

Thank you, for everything.

Barnes.

I'm gonna check in on you.

And your POST certificate's good
for three years.

You change your mind,

you will always have a home here.

Okay. Just about ready.

So, how is the job going?

Any new adventures planned?

Dad, you don't have to pretend
to be happy about it.

I'm not pretending.

I dropped out of college.

I know you're not okay with this.

I-I wasn't at first.

Or second.

I just had to get past myself
a little bit.

Henry, this is your life,

and I know this is going to be

an incredible experience for you.

Thanks.

- Feeling okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah, just tired.

Guess this new lifestyle's
doing a number on me.

Well, get used to it.

Ben said you're gonna be
jetting around the world...

Europe, Asia.

- Yeah. South America.
- Seriously?

Do you wanna land that salad
on the table for me?

Did you guys know that "arrabbiata"

is actually Italian for "angry"?

Are you making us
angry pasta, Mr. Nolan?

You okay, babe?

Yeah, I just...

I don't feel so good.

Henry!

Call 911.

Hey! Hey!

Take a deep breath. Come on. Wake up.

We got help coming.
You're gonna be fine.

Henry, you're gonna be fine...

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