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Previously on "The Rookie"... Sgt. Grey:
Rosalind Dyer, the most rare of unicorns...

A female serial killer.

Congratulations. I
underestimated you.

Rosalind, you are
never going to walk free.

Who are you supposed to
deliver the drugs to? Roy Hajek.

Wisco will give you
your cash on the way out.

Or you could do
another job for me.

And we'll need a driver,
so bring your old lady.

Hello!

If we're gonna sell
that we are, you know,

actually boyfriend
and girlfriend,

then we might have to...

I just received a formal request

to temporarily assign
you to another station.

That means I'll
miss my T. O. exam.

The station you're going to is
four hours away, on the border.

Good morning.

What a beautiful
day for a trial.

Oh.

And who are you?

Your shadow... Deputy Suriel.

I'll be with you every second
you're outside of this prison.

Hmm.

Well, then, I hope
you're good company.

Oh, I'm great company...
If you're not my prisoner.

This is not a break-in.

I'm just coming
home from the run.

Surprise! What?

Happy birthday!

Thank you. But it
is not my birthday.

I know. It's your half birthday,
which is just as important.

Oh, my God. Does that
count against my actual age?

No. In fact...

It was the only candle
they had at the store.

Thank you. This is so great.

When did you even
have time to do this?

I was gone 30 minutes.
Yeah, I was gonna mention,

you know, you really
should think about

doing some more
cardio at your age.

Cake says I'm 20.
The cake is a lie, John.

Oh, well, it's very sweet.

And I'm sure not at all
an effort to cheer me up

because today
is Rosalind's trial.

Well, you know, you can ask
to be assigned somewhere else.

I know, but somehow
that just doesn't feel right.

Shall we have some of this cake?

After I cheer you
up in the shower.

Oh, God, it is my birthday.

Yeah?

Morning. Uh, hi.

Um, are you on your
way to school? In a few.

You should take
the long way around.

You know, they already
started blocking off

some of those streets
around the courthouse.

I know. You told me.

I could blow off
class if you want.

We could go shopping
or see a movie.

I'm gonna be fine.

I'm not gonna be
anywhere near Rosalind.

Tim and I are station-bound,

waiting for the phone to ring.

On your undercover thing?

Yeah. The original
go-time fell through,

and it's just been
radio silence since then.

Is this the same
undercover thing you and Tim

were discussing the other night?

I already told you that
kiss didn't mean anything.

Right, right.

It was for the case.

Make out. Stop crime.
That totally tracks.

Go to school.

Okay.

Well, have a great day.

With your boss.

Who you kissed.

Get out!

And close the door!

You kissed Lucy?

No, no.

No, Dim kissed Juicy, okay?

Or Jake kissed Sava. Whatever.

The... The point is,

we had to be comfortable
going undercover,

so we practiced being a couple.

How much did you practice?

It was just a kiss.
Not that big of a deal.

Then why are we
talking about it?

Because what if it
wasn't just a kiss for her?

You think Lucy
has feelings for you?

No.

Then she probably
sees it how you do.

Just a weird thing
you had to do for work.

Right.

Timothy.

Do you have feelings for Lucy?

No. No, I'm dating Ashley.

And Lucy is with Chris.

And I'm her
superior officer, so...

All true. Not what I asked.

What's the Chief doing here?

All right,
settle down and listen up.

We got a big day ahead of us.

The Rosalind Dyer trial is going
to complicate all of our lives.

But before that,

Chief Coleman has
some good news.

Chief. Thank you, Sergeant.
I'm sure you're all aware

of Officer Nolan's heroic
stand down at the border

which landed a dozen
dangerous felons in custody.

In light of your courageous
and exemplary service,

I've decided to offer you
any assignment in the LAPD.

Any unit, any division,
any position you want

the department to
train you for is yours.

It's what we unofficially
call the Golden Ticket.

Thank you, Ma'am.

It's a big decision.
Don't rush it.

I won't.

Sergeant. Chief.

What'd I miss? Nolan
got a Golden Ticket.

Wow.

Congratulations, Officer
Nolan. Thank you, sir.

I once said you'll
never make detective.

I happily stand corrected.

Don't waste your ticket by
becoming a detective, Nolan.

You know how hard
they have to work?

Go with recruiting.

You get paid to fly
around the country

and talk up the LAPD.

Boring. You go with air support.

The city will pay
for flight school,

and you'll always
have a backup career.

Do I need a backup career?

K-9 is the way to go.

Overtime is $200 an hour,
and you get to keep the dog.

And if all you want is money,

the department will pay you
to learn computer forensics.

Or I could use the
ticket to get back on track

for becoming a
training officer this year.

That's funny. Yeah.

Kidding. No, I mean, uh... no.

I, uh, certainly have
some thinking to do, yeah.

He's gonna pick something
lame. Oh, for sure.

Sorry. Jake's phone.

It's Hajek.

All right.
Back to Rosalind Dyer.

Yo, I thought you
were never gonna call.

Had to iron out a few
details, but the job's back on track.

Is your lady squared
away? Hell, no.

You think we don't
got lives of our own,

waiting around on
some mystery gig?

Relax. The payday's
worth the suspense.

Wisco and Lyon are taking point.

And we're adding your buddy
Dayvion Mosby for extra muscle.

Yo, Dayvion's money.

Dayvion's handsy.
Get someone else.

He's already
hired. Deal with it.

So what time we
meeting up? Two hours.

I'll get back to you
with the details.

This Dayvion guy
shows up, it's over.

Then I need to
make sure he doesn't.

Hey. Hey.

Kind of, uh... Kind of a circus.

Seriously. Which makes
it that much harder for me

to wrap my head around the fact

that you and Rosalind
have a relationship.

It's not like we were dating.
Uh, changing the subject...

Chief of Police gave
me a Golden Ticket.

As in Willy Wonka?

As in I can pick any job
I want in the department.

Wow. What are you gonna pick?

Uh, am I crazy for
wanting to use it

to get back on track to
being a training officer?

Well, you know,
they give you a dog

if you join the K-9 Unit?

Okay, if you want a dog, we
can just get a dog.

All right, everybody,
listen up. Can you gather around?

Have your attention
for a second, please.

Thank you very much.
I'm Sean Del Monte.

I'm prosecuting the case
against Rosalind Dyer.

This is Chris Sanford
from my office,

Sergeant Grey, LAPD.

This is Captain Duane Tovar
from the Sheriff's Department.

He's overseeing all
security at the courthouse.

It is my hope that
this trial will close

a very painful chapter
in this city's history

and bring some peace to the
families that she's destroyed.

With that, I'd like to turn
it over to Captain Tovar.

Duane? Thank you.

This is a rendering of
the Superior Courthouse.

We have 840 daily
employees, 7,000 daily visitors.

There are 50 courtrooms.

The Dyer trial will be on the
sixth floor of the West Wing.

The escort team will arrive at a
secret entrance to avoid crowds.

Sergeant Grey's
team will be there

to secure the sixth floor
and escort the prisoner

to and from the courtroom.

The package is in
route. E. T. A. 30 minutes.

We will have eyes on Rosalind
every second of the day.

Do you think I'm a
monster, Deputy Suriel?

I think it's not
my job to decide.

Do you think you're a monster?

No.

I think I'm a genius.

I just had the misfortune
of excelling at mutilation

instead of music.

Okay.

That's him. Hey, Dayvion.

What's up, Officers?

Just here for a
quick parole search.

Come on in. I ain't
got nothing to hide.

Actually, let's
start with your car.

That's not my car.

Oh, no?

Well, let's just
check to be sure.

That's not a good start, man.

Oh.

And it just got worse.

I suppose this isn't
your gun, either?

All right.

Ugh. Why couldn't my
doppelganger be less greasy?

It's actually surprising
how easily you turn skeevy.

Oh. Looking good, Juicy.

I am seriously second-guessing
this tactical decision

to wear a thong
for authenticity.

Yo. Are we doin' this or what?

We are. Meet my guys

at Whittier Air
Strip. 30 minutes.

Air strip? I thought
this job was local.

It's not. That a problem?

Uh, yeah, that's a problem.

I travel with three
suitcases minimum.

It requires precision
to look this good.

Tough. I'm paying you to
drive, not to play dress up.

So get your ass to the Air Strip

or look good in a coffin.

We got to call it off.
What's the problem?

Once we're in the air, no
backup, no surveillance.

Things go sideways, we're
completely on our own.

Plus, we'll have no
idea where they're going.

It's not worth the risk.
I'm pulling the plug.

Uh, wait. Hold on. The
pilot has to file a flight plan.

You could follow along
in the LAPD plane.

The paperwork to get that
authorized will take all day.

And you're wheels up in an hour.

I mean, I can get a private
jet there in 45 minutes.

Also, what kind of
caviar do you guys like?

I'll just get an assortment.

Hello, John.

Rosalind.

You look good. Happy.

Would you say
that's job satisfaction?

Or Bailey?

I'd say it's seeing
justice served.

He's such a boy scout.

John Nolan. Megan Suriel.

I assume you've been briefed
on our security arrangements.

I have. Let's go.

You know, I follow
Bailey on Instagram.

Oh, I love that cake
she made this morning.

And Luna, too. She is
getting good on a horse.

Oh, and Lucy's
little friend Tamara...

She is doing so well at SMC.

Am I supposed to applaud
that you can use social media?

Or are you hoping
I'll be unsettled

that you're name-dropping
people I care about?

I think it's the only
party trick she's got.

I was so disappointed
Lucy decided not to testify.

I was really looking
forward to seeing her again...

Revisiting our favorite song.

Will you please
send her my love?

No.

Yo. Nice ride.

You're late.

Yeah, well, our
quickie wasn't so quick.

Where's Dayvion? Flaked.

That ain't like him.
That's exactly like him.

Hajek's pissed.

We had to scramble
to get a replacement.

That's Sway.

Hi, sexy. I'm Sava.

What's up? Jake.

We got a lot of
gear. It's a big job.

Mm-hmm. Are you gonna
finally tell us what it is?

When we're airborne. First...

Cellphones.

Mm.

You'll get them
back when it's over.

Can't risk operational security.

You hear that, baby?

We're in the big leagues now...

Using terms like
"operational security."

Get in the damn plane.

You heard the man.
Get in the damn plane.

They're boarding.
How's that jet coming?

It's almost here.

Hajek's crew just
filed their flight plan.

Where are they going? Vegas.

Hey, Beth. Wondered
if I'd run into you.

Wesley. Did I hear you're joining
the D. A.'s office? Next week.

I'm here defending my last
case before the transition.

I was shocked to hear

you're representing
Rosalind Dyer.

Thought corporate
law was your thing.

Corporate law is my dad's thing.

I need to pave my own way.

Well, representing the
most brutal serial killer

in L. A.'s history... that'll
certainly put you on the map.

This is me.

I would wish you
luck, but, uh...

I hope your client rots in hell.

Well, you're not
alone. Crap, I'm late.

Uh, take the stairs. The
elevators are a nightmare.

Thanks.

The package is
on the sixth floor.

We're shutting it down now.

Whoa. This area is secure.
You need to go back downstairs.

I'm Beth Veston,
attorney for Rosalind Dyer.

You can see your
client in the courtroom.

My client has a lawful right

to appear in civilian
clothing at trial.

She gets changed, or you
get sued and I get a mistrial.

So spunky. Don't
you just love her.

That room right there
is for counseling clients.

She can change
there. I will be present.

What about
attorney/client privacy?

I'll close my ears. Peel
off and secure each door.

No one else comes in this hall.

See you soon, John.

Get in there.

Can't I sit?

You're gonna be sitting all day.

Step back.

It's already been searched.

She's just doing her job.

All right. Get her dressed.

Well, aren't you
going to uncuff me?

Not all the way.

Your attorney can
help you get dressed.

I'll uncuff you in stages,
starting at the bottom.

Did I do it?

Is she dead?

You did great.

Get her keys.

This is taking too long.

Nolan, there's
been a credible bomb threat.

We're evacuating the courthouse.

So I need you to secure Rosalind

and put her back on
the prison transport.

It's Rosalind. She's
trying to escape.

Rosalind is out of pocket. She
may be dressed as a deputy.

Repeat, Rosalind has escaped.

We need to lock
this building down.

I have eyes on Dyer.
Red hair, Deputy uniform.

Repeat, Rosalind Dyer is 45-32.

Stay calm. Keep moving.

Nolan. What's going on?

Stop that deputy!

Give me your hands!

Your friends are so grumpy.

Ain't no one here
to have fun. It's a job.

That's what everyone
keeps saying.

Except so far, it's just been

the world's lamest
bachelor party.

Yo, y'all gonna tell us
what this gig is or what?

You know who Roman Krupka is?

Nope.

He imports H for
the Monarch Cartel.

So, the competition.
Something like that.

Krupka's paranoid,
doesn't trust computers,

never keeps a written record.

The details of his
operation exist in one place...

"The Brain."

A man named Leonard Madris.

Ain't that a little dangerous...

Making one man the center
of your whole operation.

Yeah, it is.

That's why Madris is
kept under heavy guard.

Barely leaves Krupka's compound.

But we received a solid tip

that he's headed to
Vegas this weekend.

With his bodyguards?

Never goes anywhere
without them.

That's where you come in.

You guys take out the
guards while I grab Madris.

And then we torture
The Brain for every detail.

And take over the business.

Oh.

It sounds like we should be
getting paid more. Mm-hmm.

Tough. Like my
mom used to say...

"You get what you get,
and you don't get upset."

Well, this seems a lot
bigger than we thought.

Yep.

So, what are you doing here?

I thought you were
on maternity leave.

I was until "Jacqueline
the Ripper" escaped.

What can I do?

Are you sure? You're like
eleventy months pregnant.

Okay, let me amend that.

What can I do that does not
involve leaving the station?

Rosalind's lawyer's in the box.

Says she'll only talk to Nolan.

Why don't you do
the interview with him?

It's a full house.

Rosalind mentioned them by name.

We got protection
units for everyone else.

Oh, I know. I said hi to the one

outside my house
as I was leaving.

And by the way, love the shoes.

Hey.

What's this I hear
about a Golden Ticket?

Well, that hardly seems
important right now.

All I am saying is welcome
to the club. Thank you.

You look like you're ready
to give birth at any moment.

Do you want to sit? I will
never be able to get back up.

You know, I could ask
Bailey to call the firehouse,

have them bring in a gurney,

just so at least
you could lie down?

You had me at...
"do the job from bed."

I'll do it. I saw Bailey
in the break room.

Come on, Tamara.
Let's get some snacks.

We are going to
be here for a while.

Wesley knows the lawyer.

Really? A little.

We went to high school together.

Our families move
in the same circles.

Meaning... she's rich? Beyond.

Any insight into why
she would do this?

Not really, no.

I mean, she was
always a little creepy.

Very bright, but casually cruel.

I always chalked
it up to privilege.

Clearly, Rosalind hired her

because she sensed Beth
would make a good acolyte.

Like Caleb.

Has she asked for a lawyer?

No. She's representing herself.

Let's go talk to her, then.

Who are you? Detective Harper.

And I am supposed to be
at home in bed right now,

so forgive me if I
skip the small talk.

You confessed to
killing Deputy Suriel.

Why'd you do that?

Rosalind talked
about you all the time.

The boy scout.

Honestly, it made
me a little jealous.

Look, you clearly need help.

Tell us where Rosalind is.

We'll push for you
to get sentenced

to a psychiatric hospital.

I'm not crazy.

I'm special.

Rosalind showed me that.

What are you doing?

I'm supposed to
tell you something.

People are gonna die.

People are gonna die,
and you can't save them.

Can I help you?

Yes.

Your daughter sent me.

Help me!

Look at this. No way.

What? Rosalind
Dyer just escaped.

I'm glad we're
not in L. A. tonight.

That chick gives me nightmares.

Yeah, but it'd be the
perfect night to run wild,

'cause the cops will totally
be distracted looking for her.

How long till we land?

15 minutes.

Plenty of time. For what?

Mile high club, baby.

I never thought you'd ask.

How could this
happen? I don't know.

But every law enforcement
agency in Southern California

is on it, okay?

She won't be out long.

D-Did... Uh, did she have help?

Another apprentice. Like Caleb?

I mean... Stop, okay?

Stop.

We can't worry
about that right now.

If your head is not
100% in the game,

it'll get you killed.

You're right. I-I know.
I just... It's... I'm fine.

I-I can do this. No.

No, you're not.

I'm pulling the plug
as soon as we land.

Uh...

No.

Look, the stakes are too high.

This is our one
chance at Madris.

The news threw me
for a second, but I'm...

I'm fine.

I can do this.

Yo, finish up. We're landing.

Okay.

Lucy, if you change your
mind, you just say the word.

I will. Okay?

Mm-hmm. Let's go.

Wait. What?

We're supposed to
be hooking up in here.

What?

Okay. Um... that's good.

Yeah. Let's do this.

Room keys.

Wisco and I are on
either side of you.

Sway's across the hall.

We have some time, so rest up.

Who sleeps in Vegas?
We're hitting the clubs.

No. You're staying close,
and you're staying sharp.

Jake! We're on the
move at first light.

Jake!

Hey, girl.

Oh, don't "hey, girl" me.

You weren't even
gonna look at me?

Didn't I tell you the
next time I saw you

I'd light that greasy
hair of yours on fire?

You lost a lot of weight, huh?

Oh, hey. Hello? Back off.

You must be the new skank.

Who are you
calling a skank? Aah!

You better get
the hell out of here.

If I see you again,
I'm gonna rip

this janky-ass hairpiece
out of your head.

Hmm?

That's enough.

What? You want me to let her go?

Please.

Psycho.

She's cute.

You two need to
keep a low profile.

The last thing we want
is for you to get arrested

over some B. S. with an ex.

Yo, we'll be on
our best behavior.

Scout's honor. Mm, screw that.

We are going to hit the casino

and see if we can get
lucky three times in one day.

Hm?

Mind if we sit in?

It's a free country.

Target's Leonard Madris.

Madris knows where everything
in Roman Krupka's operation

is buried... and everyone.

Where is he? I'll have
Vegas P. D. pick him up.

They haven't told us.

We make our move
first thing in the morning.

We won't know anything
until we're en route.

What happened with Rosalind?

She hired a psychopath lawyer

who helped her kill
a deputy and escape.

I knew it.

Another Caleb.

You need to protect
Tamara. Already on it.

She's at the station,

and we have protection
details on everyone we think

Rosalind might even
think about going after.

Are you sure you're up for this?

If you need to pull the
rip cord, I understand.

She's solid.

Okay. I'll contact Vegas P. D.,

and with any luck, they'll get
a location on Madris tonight

so we can snatch up your
crew before bullets start flying.

What happens if we
don't catch him in time?

We have to be creative.

Remember, our
priority is saving lives,

even if that means
we lose Madris.

Let's go.

That's it for me.

You won all that just now?

Yeah.

Can you help me? If
you let me keep some.

Eh...

I got something.

I found an article
Beth published

in her school's law review.

And she argues that criminality
is a construct that changes

based on the prevailing
social mores of the culture.

Sounds pretentious.

I don't entirely disagree.

Mm. Towards the end,
she defends cannibalism.

Ooh. Okay. Well,
she lost me there.

Morally flexible.
Just Rosalind's type.

I get what Rosalind saw in Beth
and what she needed from her,

but what does
Beth get out of this?

Love?

She's infatuated with Rosalind?

I think
you're gonna want to see this.

They've been scrubbing security
footage from the courthouse.

This BMW was
parked by the south exit.

It's registered
to Nicole Veston.

Beth's mom?

Okay, so she borrowed
the car for the day?

No. Beth's car is still
parked at the courthouse.

So she left it
there for Rosalind.

Probably had a change of clothes

and a burner phone ready to go.

We don't think the
mom is in on it, do we?

No, no. Beth hates her parents.

It's more likely she used
their car to hurt them.

Anybody I ever knew
who hated their parents

were also scared of them.

That is what she's getting
out of this relationship.

Rosalind's gonna
kill her parents for her.

Go, go, go!

Secure the perimeter.

Bodies!

She cleaned out the safe.

Sir.

Hello, John.

Oh, it really was nice to
see you happy this morning.

And I thought maybe you'd
like to see me happy, too.

Ah.

Really is like riding a bike.

Authorities urge
caution and calm tonight

as the city reels from the news
that Rosalind Dyer has escaped.

They don't know
anything we don't.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Ugh, my head is killing me.

You're really good
at this, you know?

The whole undercover thing.

Thank you.

Uh, do you mind if I
take the first shower?

No, it's fine.

Hey, you hungry?

Yes. I would get some
French fries if you're ordering.

Yeah. O-Okay.

Um... fries.

All even here in
the late-going 89th minute.

2-2.

The water pressure is epic.

And I'm totally taking
one of these robes.

Wait. That's not
stealing, right?

No, no. They'll just
charge it to Hajek.

Then we should take two.

What?

Do you want to talk about it?

About what?

The airplane bathroom.
Your apartment.

Look, I-I don't know.

Call me crazy, but it just
doesn't feel like pretend.

Uh...

It's an intimate act.

I mean, we'd have
to be dead inside

for it to not trigger
something, right?

It... It's basic biology.

Okay, so...

So you're saying
it's not a big deal?

Doesn't mean anything?

Right? I...

It's me. Can you talk?

Yeah. I'm just alone with
Lucy in the hotel room.

Uh-oh. What do you got?

Las Vegas P. D. got
a location on Madris.

We're mobilizing with LVPD...
Unless you think you need us.

No. We should be good until
morning. When we get Madris,

we're coming back
to grab Hajek's crew.

All right. We'll be
ready. Good luck.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

They get a line on Madris? Yeah.

Good. Okay. Uh, I'm
gonna blow-dry my hair.

Otherwise, it'll be
crazy in the morning.

Hey, Jake.

Hey, Jake. I know
you're in there.

Hey, buddy. This girl
says you're not Jake.

Go get her.

Don't kill her yet.

No, you got this all wrong.

Chick hasn't seen me in forever.

I lost weight. So what?

She said you guys
hooked up three weeks ago,

you had quite the gut.

Are you okay? I'll live.

Hands behind your
back! Do it now!

Hands behind your back.

Oh, gosh. Remind me
not to take a guy out

while I'm wearing a robe.

I showed him the
entire world just now.

Rosalind's only
been out for 12 hours

and three people are dead.

This isn't your fault.

Well, I was the one that pushed

to try her for Caleb's crimes.

She was already gonna spend
the rest of her life in prison.

No. Y-You wanted to give
Caleb's victims closure.

Yeah. But I also wanted
the glory of trying that case.

Now I got to live with that.

Ah. Go home.

Get some sleep.

There's a police escort
waiting for you downstairs.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna finish this bottle.

Good night. Go easy. Yeah.

See you. See you tomorrow.

Hey, Chris.

Yeah?

When you see Lucy tonight...

tell her I'm sorry.

Yeah. I will.

Hey, it's me.

I-I know you're not
checking your messages.

You probably don't even
have your phone with you.

But, uh, I wanted to call and
say I'm thinking about you,

and, uh, I can't wait
until you're home.

Please, just, uh, call me
the second you hear this.

Hey.

Wake up, sleeping beauty.

Did we catch her? No.

But I am here to take
you home regardless.

Mm. Mm-hmm.

Not a great start
to maternity leave.

Well, taking it easy
is not your strong suit.

No, but I have other gifts.

So many other gifts.

Here's your first
lesson in self-care...

You ready? Step
one... leave the station.

Mm.

Is step two eat ice
cream for breakfast?

How'd you guess?

Bye, guys.

Agent Garza just called.

A Porsche registered
to the Veston family

crossed the border
three hours ago.

So Rosalind is gone?

It's safe for us all to
go home? That's right.

Sweet.

Lucy just texted.

She's headed back
to the apartment.

Well, it's been real.

I wouldn't want to hide from a
crazed killer with anyone else.

Let's go find my wife.
We'll give you a ride home.

So how long do you
think Rosalind will lay low?

If she's smart, forever.

She sticks her head
up even for a second,

the feds will find her.

She won't stop
killing. She can't.

As long as she keeps quiet,

takes people that
won't be missed,

she could fly under the
radar for a very long time.

She's not that modest.

Getting caught was the best
thing that ever happened to her.

She wants us to know
exactly what she's capable of.

On that terrifying note
let's go home.

All right.

Good work today.
Not good enough.

Hey, some days are like that.

I'm sure this is the furthest
thing from your mind,

but have you decided

what you're gonna do
with your Golden Ticket?

Yes, I have.

Woof woof? Very funny, but no.

Detective?

Also no.

Training officer.

I knew it, and I admire it.

Of course, everyone else is
gonna give you endless grief...

Of course.

But I know you're
doing it to give back.

And that's noble as hell.

If I want to be
part of the change,

I need to put my money
where my mouth is.

Literally.

Do you know how much
forensic techs can make?

Yes. I...

I'll schedule your T. O.
Exam as soon as possible.

Well, maybe give me a
couple days to study up.

I've been a little busy.

Will do. Right.

I cannot wait to get
out of these clothes.

Yeah. I'm not gonna
miss that hairdo.

I kinda like yours.

Thank you for walking me up.

Yeah. No problem.

I guess this is it.

Tomorrow, we are
back to being us.

Right.

And everything that
happened undercover

we will just leave behind.

Right.

Yeah. What happens
undercover stays undercover.

You know, in a sense,

since we haven't been
debriefed, we're still undercover.

I-I guess you're right.

Mm-hmm.

Do you want to come in?

I-I... I shouldn't.

I'm good.

Oh. Chris.

I didn't know that you
were gonna be here.

Tim and I were ju... No.

Wait. He still has a pulse.

Yeah,
this is Sergeant Tim Bradford.

I need an ambulance at 2733
Elmhurst Drive, Apartment 610.

Tim.

One sec.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello, John.

Rosalind?

I have to be quick.
We're refueling.

But I just wanted to make
sure someone checked on Lucy.

What have you done?

You nervous?

Yeah, a little.

I was a guidance
counselor for 20 years.

But now I finally get to fulfill
my dream of being in the FBI.

You set the bar pretty high
when you were here last time.

The Bureau needs to
keep things low-key, and we

both know that's not you.

You're saying I just need to
prove myself worthy again.

No, no, no, Simone,
that's not the takeaway.

Coming for
the throne, coming for it.

Feeling that I'm
about to get it...

Three suspects on street bikes.

Hey, handsome.

What's going on with your hand?

You OK?
- I got his DNA!

Pretty good, right?

Co-co-coming for the throne.

Look out!

I'm here to teach you.

I'm good with that, as long
as you're good with learning

from me, too.

Woo!

We got this!

We're Feds.

I'm coming
for it, coming for the throne.