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Previously on "The Rookie"...

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.

* Na, na-na *

* Na, na-na, na, now *

* Na, na-na *

* Na, na-na, na, now *

* Na, na-na *

* Na, na-na, na, now *

* Na, na-na *

* Na, na-na, na, now *

* I'm on my way *

* Na, na-na *

* Na, na-na, na, now *

* I'm on my way *

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.

- * Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, *
- Whoo!

* Whoa, oh, oh *

* I'm gonna win for you *

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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.

* When I walked in the Jam, *
* your girl was clockin' *

* Sweatin', smilin', *
* boy, she was jockin' *

Sorry. Jake's phone.

It's Hajek.

* So I grabbed her by the arm, *
* and I took her outside *

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.

- It's like...
- * When I walked in the Jam *

* Your girl was clockin', sweatin' *

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.

- PANTING
- 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.

* If you see something *
* You could like *

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!

* It's a lot more physical *
* Right now *

* Everybody everywhy *

* It's gonna paralyze you *

* Paralyze you *

* Paralyze you *

* When I step up and I pop it *
* Now, can't nobody stop it now *

- * All the girls be muggin' jealous *
- Nice guns.

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.

* Luck be a lady tonight *

* Luck be a lady tonight *

* Luck be a lady tonight *

* Luck, if you've ever been *
* A lady to begin with *

* Luck be a lady tonight *

* Luck be a lady tonight *

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?

* Dream big and never change up *

* Flexin' on my haters, goin' *
* Places, changing time zones *

* You can hate, I'mma let you *
* Hate and get my shine on *

Mind if we sit in?

It's a free country.

* Hit the club and I flex, *
* You flex, I flex, you flex *

* Hit the gram and I flex, *
* You flex, I flex *

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?

Maybe.

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...

- Yo.
- 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.

* At this point, *
* No one believes you're real *

Do you want to come in?

* I swear I said your name *
* 30 times tonight *

I-I... I shouldn't.

* At this point, *
* No one believes you're real *

* I swear I said your name *

* I swear I said your name *

* Just make it sound good *

* Just make it sound good *

* Make it sound good *

* Make it sound good *

* Make it sound good *

* Make it sound good *

* Make it sound good *

- * Make it sound good *
- Can I make you a drink?

* Make it sound good *

I'm good.

* Make it sound good *

* Make it sou... *

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?

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