All language subtitles for The.Rookie.Feds.S01E18.WEBRip.x264

Previously on "The
Rookie: Feds"...

He did work counterintelligence

for a decade before he
came out to Los Angeles.

Just asked for the best
investigator they had.

Well, you got him.

We're professionals who break
guys like you for a living.

And if you think the
Russians have your back,

you are hopelessly naive.

The reason I-I haven't opened
the bottle is because I'm sober.

247 days.

Thank you for
sharing that with me.

I lateral transferred from
Oakland PD six months ago,

and I gotta say, I'm still not
vibing with the "LA thing."

You just haven't given
the right people a try.

Once you find your folks,

you gonna see LA
through different eyes.

♪ Coming out, do it right ♪

Hey, girl. Hey.
Sorry I'm late.

All good. I already ordered.

Did you over-sleep? Hell, no.

I've been up since the
crack of black, okay?

I lost track of time
reading case files.

Hi, sweetie.

Can I have a black rice bowl

with the dressing on the side,

egg whites, extra fluffy,

uh, immune-booster coffee
with two shots of espresso?

Thank you.

What?

That's the most
bougie breakfast order

I've ever heard. Let me guess.

You ordered an egg sandwich
with extra cholesterol?

And I'm excited to
eat it.

You working a big
investigation...

All those case files?

Oh, no. Those
are slow burners.

I just like to soak up as
much knowledge as I can

about any open case I
can get my hands on.

Gotta keep the Black
girl magic going.

You know what your problem is?

You got your co-workers thinking
you're a Black superhero.

And? And you're not.

You're 50 years
old... 48, thank you.

And
you're doing too much.

Aren't you tired?

I'm exhausted.

But I've worked so
hard and come so far,

I can't take my foot
off the gas now.

Where did you come from?

This
is... This is blood.

Whose dog is this?

H-H-Hold on.

Ma'am, looks like you
fell and hit your head.

Are you all right?
I got jumped.

Did they rob you?

All my clients' keys.

They could be robbing
their houses right now.

We're gonna need a list
of names and addresses.

We're gonna need to get units
to all those houses ASAP.

This isn't a federal
case, Simone.

It's LAPD, and I got it.

If you think I'm gonna walk away
while you run towards danger,

you don't know me at all.

Now, get some backup down here
and an ambulance for this girl

so we can go run
these guys down.

Damn. What is it that
you think I'm doing?

Calling the nail salon?

♪ Ah ah, ah ah, ah-ah-ah-ah ♪

♪ Ah ah, ah ah, ah-ah-ah ♪

Did you see the breaking news?

Uh, what?

Quite the scandal.

Last night, this man stayed over

at his girlfriend's house.

They had...

quite the romantic evening.

But when she woke up,

instead of getting
breakfast in bed,

he was gone.

No note, no text, no call.

He ghosted her as if they don't
work in the same building.

I'm sorry.

After you fell asleep, I, uh...

I got a phone call
from Michelle.

So a woman I've never heard
of got you out of my bed.

No. N... This isn't helping.

Michelle is, uh...

my... my sponsor's wife.

Randy didn't show up
last night, so I, uh...

went out to go look for him
and found him in a dive bar...

Hammered.

Your sponsor. Oh, no.

Decade of sobriety, back to
counting days instead of years.

I'm so sorry. It's okay.

Where is he now?

Uh, he's... He's home
safe, drying out.

Do you want to
take a walk, talk?

No, i-it's okay.
I'm... I'm... I'm fine.

Actually, uh, I need to...

I'll talk to you later?

Of course.

It's been four months

since Simone and Brendon
joined our operation,

and I want to commend
the both of you

for getting them to this point.

I-I appreciate that, Matt,

considering I had a tougher
assignment with Simone.

Excuse me?

I have been turning a
former TV star meat puppet

into a solid field agent.

My job is way tougher.

At least actors can
follow directions.

Do you know how hard I've had
to work to break a wild horse?

Especially one who constantly
reminds you she's Black Beauty?

Yes, Brendon? Hey.

Uh, am I supposed to be in here?

You guys keep looking out at me.

Hey, is that my
file? And Simone's?

We were just finishing up
a Senior Briefing, Brendon.

Oh, sorry.

Where is Simone?

Uh, I have no idea.

Oh, I see Carter
hasn't been teaching

his trainee about punctuality.

Oh.

Speaking of.

Simone,
we were just talking about you.

- Because you're late.
- Sorry, boss,

but I kinda got caught up in
an international incident.

This better be good, Simone.

It is.

A dog walker was
assaulted by two robbers

looking to gain access to
her rich clients' homes.

Now, before LAPD could mobilize,

two of the houses were
already ransacked.

One of them belonged
to Viktar Saroka,

Consul General of the
Republic of Belarus.

A burglary of a dignitary's
home isn't a great look for LA,

but what elevates it to
an international incident?

Wait for it.

Okay, freeze and zoom in.

Boom.

They stole a diplomatic pouch.

All right, I need to reach out
to the Consulate right away.

Already did. They're
sending someone.

How about the State Department?

Oh, I didn't call them.

Those guys are even more
uptight than the FBI.

Mm. I left that
conversation to you.

Oh, thanks.

Rada.

I was not aware that you were
stationed here in Los Angeles.

Secretary Consul,
two months now.

Rada Rybak, meet Special Agents
Carter Hope, Simone Clark,

and this is
Detective Naomi Voss.

Are you the homeowner, ma'am?

No, it's Consul General
and his family's mansion.

He sent me on his behalf.

Um, you, uh...

didn't go inside, did you?

We had to.

Robbery suspects had
assaulted a woman.

We made entry to make sure there
wasn't anyone else in distress.

Yeah, and we found
out that they took

a lot of the family's property.

Including a diplomatic pouch.

That's bad. Which is why
the FBI is already involved.

Any idea of what
was in it? None.

Well, if you knew,
would you tell us?

Diplomatic pouches are as
sovereign as our Consulate.

Belarus business only. I'm
prohibited from sharing.

What about the Consul
General? Would he tell us?

I doubt it.

And he's busy getting
ready for a state dinner.

Still, we need to ask.

It's in both our
country's best interest

to get that pouch back to you.

And if we know
what's inside of it,

then that'll help us target

where the thieves might
try and sell it, so...

And I'm supposed to trust that
you won't take any pictures

of what's inside before
you hand it over?

Rada, honey, nobody's
trying to play you.

All we want to do
is catch these guys

and get your country's
confidential materials back.

That's all.

I'll see what I can do.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Of course.

How do you know her? Garza: From
my counterintelligence days.

She may be a diplomat right now,
but once a spy, always a spy.

So we can't
trust her? Trust her?

Simone, that woman is
the second in command

of a consulate for a
bleak and volatile country

that has been at war with
itself since its independence.

With these comrades,
we trust no one.

I appreciate you meeting
with us, Mr. Consul General.

You can appreciate all you
want, but I cannot help you.

Mr. Saroka, we're here in
the interests of diplomacy.

Whatever was in that pouch

is of great importance
to your country.

So just let us help
you get it back.

Unless there was
something in the pouch

you don't want to disclose.

I confess. It's
nuclear launch codes...

A list of American spies,
and the Holy Grail.

Holy Grail. Yeah.

That's funny.

But, uh, Mr. Consul
General, I can assure you

we are only trying to help
you get your pouch back.

There's no ulterior
motives here.

Now I know you're lying.

You think I haven't
been briefed about you?

I'm no longer in
counterintelligence,

but I respect the suspicion.

Here's my card.

You call if you
change your mind.

And if you don't,
we'll contact you

once the burglars
have been caught

and your property
has been returned.

Nice touch with the Russian.

You think he's just
being a diplomat,

or is he actually
hiding something?

Both.

Find him!

And find the pouch
before FBI does.

Hey, any luck tracing that van?

Managed to track it through the
street cameras for half a mile,

but then I lost it in the
Mid-Wilshire dead zone.

But I got enough angles
to create a 3-D rendering

and identify it as
a 2009 Econoline.

System's currently using
a program I created

to match the dents and dings
to other footage of the vehicle

captured within
the last few weeks.

It feels like you want me to
be impressed by this. Are you?

Only results
impress me. Right?

So, uh, if there's any
way I'm coming up short,

just let me know. Oh, okay.

You think I've
been holding back?

Your criticism's usually very...

constructive.

Okay. What... What
is going on with you?

You're even more emo than usual.

Nothing. Just...

Oh, wait. What's this?

Oh, my God. There it is.

Six sightings of the van
in the last three weeks,

four with license plates.

Okay, so if I just type in
the information right here.

There he is. Owner
of the van...

Trip Madsen, 6247
Sycamore, in Hollywood.

Now I'm impressed.

All right, call in for
a telephonic warrant.

FBI,
open up! We have a warrant!

Check it out.

Looks like the stuff
they stole this morning.

No diplomatic pouch.

What the...

Okay, we'll take the roof.
You cover the street.

What was that?

That way. Go, go, go.

He must have jumped down there.

Simone, suspect's on the loose,

most likely escaping through
the building to our east.

No suspects in sight.

We got two on the ground

and I can identify
one as the van driver.

Nothing personal,

but next time you
invite me to breakfast,

I'm saying no.

No sign of the diplomatic pouch.

Killers must have
taken it with them.

Killers, plural?

No way one person could
get two people off the roof

against their will,
even at gunpoint.

And look, this looks
like a mini photo studio.

Probably to take
pics of the stuff

they steal to sell online.

Maybe they took photos
of what was in the pouch

before they killed them.
But I don't see any cameras.

The photos must be
on their phones.

Let's pray they survived
the eight-story fall.

Reach out to Nazar.

Tell him we tracked down
the diplomatic pouch.

We're back in business,
but we have to work fast.

What the hell are you doing?

Give it to me.

Let go of me.

I'll tell my father
to have you killed.

Don't. Don't.

Are you insane?

They love me in Belarus.

Why am I not surprised?

I mean, "Vampire Cop" was
number one there for...

All right, did you get either
of these phones to work or what?

Uh, no, not yet. Yeah,
Brendon was just telling me

how popular he is in Belarus.

Why am I not surprised?

Oh, here we go.

Uh, most of the
files are corrupted,

except for recent photos.

Oh, they seem like fun.

Wait, wait. Hang on, hang on.

There it is.

Those are
currency plates.

For a $20 bill.

How are you so epically stupid?

Dad...

I'm walking a razor's edge.

There are those back home who
think I'm not hardline enough.

They're sharpening their knives,

hoping for me to slip up.

They even put an
enemy in beside me.

And you...

my own son,

you constantly enlarge
the target on my back.

I'm trying to help the
family, not hurt it.

I don't understand
why you don't have

this Boogeyman put
Rada in the ocean.

Enough.

Whatever you're up to stops.

And if not, I'll send you to
join the infantry in Vitebsk!

Understood?!

The good news is the
plates are counterfeit,

but they are damn fine ones.

How can you tell?

You see that little hint
of green right there

in the metal's coloring?

That's copper.

U.S. currency
plates... Zero copper.

Why would you smuggle a
plate into the United States?

Wouldn't it be safer to bang
out $20 bills in Belarus?

Actually, Belarus is known for
going medieval on criminals.

Los Angeles is the world's
capital for forging.

They will get much better
quality bills here.

There's something not
tracking for me here.

Corruption is rampant in
Belarus... that's a given.

But counterfeiting
U. S. currency,

that's a fast track
to sanctions and more.

Why would Viktar risk it?
Maybe he's not involved.

I just don't think we
have enough information

to speculate yet.

Where you headed, boss?

To have a clandestine
conversation.

Going old school with
that newspaper, hm?

I couldn't resist.

So... out with it.

Why are you here?

I told my team
that we couldn't trust you.

But I'm gonna gamble on the fact

that your ambition
outweighs your loyalty.

And I do have a
sneaking suspicion

that you don't much like being
number two to Viktar Saroka.

No comment.

Let's walk.

We know what's inside the pouch.

That was fast. Does that
mean you recovered it?

No. Someone got to it first.

Killed the burglars,
took the pouch.

But we do have photos
of what was inside.

What, are you gonna
make me guess?

Counterfeit plates for
an American $20 bill.

And what is it you want from me?

Well, at a minimum, insight.

At a maximum, get us
those plates back.

Why would I do any
of that for you?

No. No, no, no, you
wouldn't be doing it for me.

You'd be doing it for you. Mm.

Put your thumb on the
scales of justice, Rada,

and you might just find yourself
becoming the new Consul General.

Oh.

Well, Viktar's too cautious
to do something so stupid.

Focus on Kosta, his son.

That boy is nothing but trouble.

And Viktar always cleans
up his baby boy's messes.

Yeah, but, Rada, the kid's
got diplomatic immunity.

And there's no guarantee
that I can push the state

to revoke that immunity, so...

Come on, how do we get
these plates back, please?

There's nothing I can
do. No, no, no, Rada,

wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

There's a party tonight,
right, at the Consulate?

The reception. Okay.

Put two names on the
guest list for me.

Viktar will smell undercover
agents a mile away.

I think I have a
way around that.

Our prime
suspect is Kosta Saroka.

He's the 23-year-old son
of the Consul General,

and he's been in the
U. S. With his father

for the last three years.

He's taken complete advantage

of his diplomatic immunity.

He was arrested five times...

Assault, drugs, theft.

Yeah, but he's walked
away every time.

This kid has got
to feel invincible.

For our purposes,
he basically is.

The only way we can arrest him

is if Belarus
revokes his immunity,

which is a big lift.

And that's why
our first priority

is to recover these
currency plates.

Now, Senator Smith has
pulled some strings

at the State Department
and got us approved

to conduct a black
bag operation.

Inside the Belarus Consulate?

Brendon and Laura are going in.
No, I can't... I can't do that.

I'm too famous in
Belarus to go undercover.

Exactly. Which is why you
will be going in as yourself.

Ooh. Yeah, that's right.

A paid public appearance at
tonight's Consulate reception

by none other than the
Vampire Cop himself

organized by his
publicist, Bibby Baxter.

That sounds like an alias
for a Marvel superhero.

Next time you got to let me come
up with the undercover names,

because you do not
d... Do it well, sir.

While Brendon steals
all the focus,

Laura, you are
gonna find your way

into the Consul
General's office,

where most likely
these plates are locked

in a safe behind his desk.

Oh, ha, that's great.

But my safe-cracking skills
leave a little to be desired.

Then it's a good thing I
already have the entry code.

That is next-level smooth, boss.

Smooth or not, this is not
a normal undercover op.

Brendon and Laura will be
on sovereign territory.

If they get in trouble,
we won't be able to

just bust in and save them.

Speak for yourself.

If anything happens to my boy,

you already know I'm
going full mama bear.

Huh.

Yeah, you got it worse.

What's that supposed to
mean? - Never mind.

Laura, Brendon, go
get your glam on.

Carter, fire up the
surveillance van.

This party starts in an hour.

Simone, a word?
Yeah, what's up?

I heard that Brendon was
going undercover at a party.

Oh, girl, don't
worry about that.

I'm gonna be in a
van right outside.

It's not his safety
I'm worried about.

It's his sobriety. What?

Did you know his
sponsor fell on a wagon?

Off the wagon. And
no, he didn't tell me.

You're closest to him.

Say no more. I'm on it.

Good looking out.

Thank you.

Damn, B.

You going to catch
a crook or a date?

'Cause you fine.

You see it. Yes, I do.

Hmm.

You sure you're
up for it? Yeah.

Laura's got to do
all the hard work.

I just got to show up, be me...

Well, old me.

Well, the old you used to
drink at parties like this.

It could get uncomfortable.

Yeah, I've been to plenty
of bars sober, you know?

Remember back at Quantico?

Used to go drinking
with the NATs?

Oh, yeah.

And you would hold on
to one drink all night

until I would always
"accidentally" spill it on you

so you didn't have to
take a sip. Mm-hmm.

The difference is,
I won't be there.

Antoinette
told you about Randy?

Mm. Why didn't you?

You got enough on your
plate. It's... It's fine.

Don't do that. Do what?

I always have time for you.

I know. I just, you know...

Randy's my guy.

He saved my life.

He told me what to
do, when to do it.

A-And, uh, had 10 years sober.

You know, if he can go
out, what chance do I have?

Hey, you got to tell Garza

and be pulled from
the assignment.

I mean, nothing is more
important than your sobriety.

Nothing. We're rookies.

We've got to prove
ourselves every day.

T-There can't be part
of my job I can't do.

Come on, I-I'll make
it work. I always do.

All right. All right?

But I will be in your ear,

and I will be that
angel on your shoulder.

That'll be a first.

I do have a little
devil in me, don't I?

You good?

Yeah.

Love you.

All right.

♪ So articulated down
5th Ave, got it gon' on ♪

Sassy, classy, jazzy girl ♪

We're in.

Eyes on Viktar.

No sign of the kid yet.

Oh.

Oh, no. Thank you.

I've seen a few heads turn,

but I'm not really getting
the, uh, Belarus love.

Stoker Ramsey?

Vampire Cop? Bozhe
moy, it is him. Oh, hi.

"You can't kill
what's already dead."

I'm your biggest
fan, Mr. Acres.

Brendon, please.
Nice to meet you.

It's nice to meet you.

Is this your girlfriend?

No. Uh, no, publicist.
Bibby Baxter.

Oh.

Why are you here?
Paid appearance.

Right.

How much to take him
home with us afterwards?

Dang. These Belarusians
are thirsty.

Are you tired already?

Don't worry about me.

As your training agent, one
of my jobs is to make sure

you're fit for duty.

Self-care matters.

Carter, I appreciate
the concern,

but nobody is more
about "the me" than me.

I'm good.

Good to know.

We are young, we are free ♪

One, two, three.

Yes. Really nice.

All right. Thank you, ladies.

So, uh, what is your
favorite part of the show?

The... The romance, the action?

Your body.

We used to have watch parties

and take a "blood shot"
every time you said

"crime sucks." We
should do one now.

Da.

Oh, uh, what's a...
What's a "blood shot"?

Krambambula. Red
wine and vodka.

Everybody must
take a blood shot.

Ain't nothing stopping us ♪

From doing what we want ♪

You got this, B.

♪ Throw you hands up
'cause it's time ♪

All right.

Crime sucks.

Mm.

Mmm. Ooh. Ahh.

Wow-ee. Mmm.

Mmm. That was so good. Mm.

My father has no vision.

Never has.

Oh, I could do so
much for this family.

Oh, hello, boys.

Rada.

You enjoying yourself?

Always.

What are you smiling about?

Just boys who play at being men.

We are free ♪

The choice is ours to make ♪

Today is gone ♪

Let me see that picture.

I'm heading in now. Mm-hmm.

Another one?

Uh, yeah, line 'em up. Da!

I'm in.

Okay.

I've got eyes on the plates.

Crime sucks!

You know what else sucks?

Having a tiny bladder.

I'll... I'll be
right back, okay?

Just give me one second.

What is going on with Laura?

We lost
contact with her.

Brendon, go to Viktar's office
and check on her right now.

Got it.

Safe is open.

There's no sign
of Laura anywhere.

Hey, Laura, are you okay? Mm.

Here. I gotcha.

They ambushed me, knocked me out

before I could see a face.

And they took the plates.

Ow.

What are you
doing in my office?

Hi. Uh, this is a... This
is a misunderstanding.

Oh, is it?

We have a soundproof
room downstairs

where we work out these
misunderstandings.

We got to get 'em out of there!

You can't go in there.

Simone, stand down.

But... Laura,

tell the Consul General
to answer his phone.

Sir, your phone is gonna ring.

You should answer it. What?

Your phone, sir.

Hello? Who is this?

Matthew Garza, FBI.

And these two belong to you.

Yes, and I want them
back right now. Sure.

After I hold a press
conference about your FBI

committing an illegal
break-in into my Consulate.

Fine, and then I'll hold
my own press conference

detailing a Belarus conspiracy
to devalue the U. S. dollar

by using counterfeits.

You tell me, Consul General,

who wins that press war?

They're gonna walk out
the front door, Viktar.

Escort them out.

It's
a lovely dress.

Which I would like
for you to burn

when you're done
collecting all the DNA

from my attacker off of it.

No use in keeping
a failure dress.

Hey, we know more now
than we did before, right?

Kosta took those
currency plates.

He left the Consulate.

He was there to steal
it, just like us, so...

So father and son aren't
working together on this.

Maybe Viktar found out
what his son was up to.

Tried to stop him.

We just need to figure out
where Kosta's going to next.

Yeah, well, I have
a BOLO out for him,

so let's see if we get lucky.

Okay. Finished.

Can you please rush that?

We need hard evidence
to build this case.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Hey, uh, why'd you tell
Simone about my sponsor?

I was worried about you.

The way you've been acting...

Are you okay?

I-I wanted to tell her.

And I'm fine. No, you're not.

Yeah...

Randy's my rock.

You know?

And now he's got less
days sober than I do.

I...

N-Nothing makes sense right now.

But isn't that the AA mantra?

"One day at a time."

Except I've done everything
you're not supposed to do

in the first year of recovery.

I moved, I started a new
job, a new relationship.

And despite all of that,
you're doing great.

Am I?

Maybe I've taken on too much.

What are you hinting at?

We shouldn't talk about it here.

Look, Randy's...

He's taking a newcomer chip.

I-I really need to be there.

All right? Call me later?

Yeah, I'll try.

Ooh.

Homework? Yeah.

I pulled some files on
the Belarusian government

and counterfeiting.

You've had more than a
full day. You should rest.

I know, but I still want
to study a little bit more.

If you stay ready, you
don't have to get ready.

Good night. Night. Night.

See? That's called work ethic.

You know how hard it
was to teach her that?

How you doing? Fine.

Liar.

That idiot kid could
have killed you.

But he didn't.

Doesn't mean it
wasn't scary as hell.

You know I'm here if you
want to talk about it

or grab a beer and
not talk about it.

Thanks, but I'm gonna go change.

Let's go, uh, uh, uh, uh ♪

♪ Slide up in that...
with a hellcat ♪

♪ Only hang with bad...
'cause I'm like that ♪

♪ Yeah, they hatin' real
bad, askin' how you do that ♪

♪ I'll make you pop back
like fa, fa, fa, fa ♪

Switch it up ou brand patek ♪

fat no doctor for that ♪

♪ Moving fast, can't
even detect me ♪

Hey, baby come over ♪

Oh, my God.

♪ Pullin' all nighters ♪

You fell asleep driving? Yep.

You could have killed yourself.

Or an innocent civilian.

You're right.

Okay, I've just been
going so hard for so long.

I guess it just
caught up with me.

♪ Pullin' all nighters ♪

I never want to be
seen as a liability.

You could never
be seen that way.

♪ Pullin' down
our masks, then ♪

Once I get this vintage body
some rest, I think I'll be fine.

It's more than your body.
You need to rest your mind.

Extra sleep isn't enough.

Simone, at this rate,

you're gonna burn yourself
out in six months.

Well...

Oh, good morning, baby girl.

Good morning.

Now, who do we have here?

Daddy, this is my friend Naomi.

Oh, your friend or
your friend friend?

Oh, my God.

Why do you have to make
everything so weird?

No, Daddy, she is
just my friend.

Naomi, this is my dad, Cutty.

Nice to meet you.
Pleasure.

Well, sorry I can't stay
around and charm you ladies,

but I got my weekly chess match,

and today, I is
bringing the pain.

Good luck. I don't need it.

I gotta go, too.
You want a ride?

Nah. Brendon is
gonna swoop me.

Remember what I said.

Got it.

♪ Sugar and spice
makes everything nice ♪

♪ But nice don't make no money ♪

Hey, boss.

Antoinette got a DNA
hit from my dress.

The guy who attacked me
at the embassy was Kosta,

just like we thought.

Finally, some hard evidence.

But he's still out there with
those counterfeit plates.

Yeah, well, he's either gonna try
to sell them to a third party,

or he's gonna try to make
himself some funny money, right?

Your printer is a rock star.

Yeah, and expensive.

It's worth every
counterfeit penny.

What about your father?

Just keep printing money.

Once I make this
family oligarch rich,

he'll fall in line.

How you doing, B?

Great. How are you?

I would say "great," too,

but then I'd be lying
just as hard as you are.

You want coffee?

No, no, I'm good. We
got to roll, actually.

Boss just texted. So,
Kosta's still in the wind.

He wants us to liaise
with the Secret Service,

see if there's any Russian
or Belarusian printers

who are suspected
counterfeiters.

We can skip the, uh,
Secret Service part of it.

Why is that? Because my dad plays
chess with some Russian guys.

One of them, Anton,
is a former Redfella.

You know, Russian mafia.

Uh-huh. And, baby,
he likes to talk.

Clever.

Do not patronize me, Anton.

Ahh.

Daddy, breaking the clock is
not gonna make it any better.

Simone, what
are you doing here?

Can't a girl come watch
her daddy in action?

She can. But you would not.

And you know better than to
distract the player mid-game.

Well, I didn't come
to distract you.

I came to distract
your opponent.

Hey, Anton. This is Brendon.

He's an FBI special
agent, too. Hey.

Can we chat?

About what?

The circles you used to run in.

Hey, hey, now, hold
on. Anton is my friend.

You're not about to interrogate...
It's all right, Cutty. It's all right.

Let... Let her go, let her
ask her questions.

We just wanted to talk to you
about some Eastern Bloc folks

who know a thing or two
about counterfeiting.

Yeah, somebody is
making fake $20 bills.

You think you can help
us figure out who it is?

I'll entertain you,
you entertain me, huh?

I beat your father
every week. Not true.

It's true.

If you can take his
place and, uh, beat me,

then sure, maybe I can
call some colleagues

and, uh, we'll see
what we can find out.

Game on. Slide over, Daddy.

Teach this young
man a few things.

You made a big mistake.

Should have asked
for a fresh game.

I'm about to beat your
father in three moves.

Maybe that's true for my
dad, but not for me, comrade.

Let's get it.
Arrogance. I like that.

But do you like this?

Brendon, I was just
thinking about it.

You paid for lunch
last week, remember?

Can I pay you back...

with a check?

Oh, snap.

B, I don't know if we locked
the car when we got out.

You should go... check.

That's what you
call a panic move.

Now, I'm just gonna sit back
and let the clock run out

so you can realize
how screwed you are.

I resign.

You have a very
special daughter there.

Yeah, I was gonna
say annoying, but...

I will say special.

Gonna make those phone
calls now, Anton?

This feels like a
wild goose chase.

Have faith, Carter.

Mr. Vorovin, it's the FBI.

It's the FBI, sir.
We just want to talk.

Get down!

He's reloading.

FBI! Drop it.

We got the plates, Carter.

Cuff him!

A ton of funny money.

We got you on
counterfeiting and murder.

You won't be able to charge me.

I have diplomatic immunity.

Maybe we can't charge you,

but we can hold you for as
long as the law will allow.

What about you, sweet thing?

You don't have
diplomatic immunity.

You want to talk?

Don't tell them anything.

Take this guy outside

while we have a little
chat with his friend.

I'm not talking.

You just did.

I'm supposed to play dumb.
You're way too smart for that.

Would you like to make a deal?

What does this mean? A deal?

You tell us the truth, and we
take years off your sentence.

Like how they do on American TV?

Like "Vampire
Cop"?

"Crime sucks."

Yes, "Crime sucks."
I love that show.

In my family, we'd watch
it together in Belarus.

Well, maybe we could
make an introduction

if you tell us what
we need to know.

I mean, the guy who plays
Vampire Cop, he works with us.

My family would be amazed.

Cooperate and you'll
make it back home

to see them again real soon.

Where is Kosta?

On the hunt. For what?

A woman from the Consulate.

Rada Rybak? Yes.

Kosta says she is threat
and must be killed

so Minsk can't replace
his father with her.

Nice seeing you again.
It hurts.

I need doctor.
Cowboy up, Kosta.

Ambulance is on its way.

You okay?

You doing your Wednesday
FaceTime dinner with Atlas?

Mm. He's gonna get
an earful tonight.

You still struggling
with what happened?

No.

A little.

I don't know which part's worse,
trying not to be terrified

so you can do your job

or being terrified and
still having to do your job.

Mm. I mean, they both suck.

You know, I've been thinking,

and I've come to the fair
conclusion that I was wrong.

Brendon is way more work
as a rookie than Simone.

So, you win. Okay.

What are you talking
about? A-A pity victory?

Come on.

How fragile do you
think I am? No way.

Simon is clearly the
most challenging rookie

in the history of rookies.

So you can take the
W. How about this,

they're both equal
pains in the ass? Mm.

And just think it's only 14
more months of training to go.

♪ Warm December ♪

♪ Bitter July ♪

To the new Consul General for
Belarus in the City of Angels.

♪ No matter the
weather, you'd be ♪

Thank you, Matthew.

♪ By my side ♪

♪ I'm struggling without ♪

I was right, huh?

You've been angling
for Viktar's position.

Of course. Yeah.

I knew Kosta was smuggling and
Viktar was covering for him.

Politically, my hands were tied

until you and your merry band
of special agents showed up.

Glad we could be of service.

♪ Warm December ♪

Well, once a spy, always a spy.

You were always so
good at anticipating

other people's
moves. Not Kosta's.

I can't believe that little
bastard tried to kill me.

Yeah.

You know, one of the great perks

of my new job is
the connections.

So, um, call me if
you ever need a favor.

I will.

Or if you ever want to
grab dinner sometime.

♪ Are you okay? ♪

See, you are much
better at this than I am

because I did not
anticipate that move.

Well, we have so much in common.

Well, I've been divorced
three times, too.

I guess people like us are
just not meant to be tied down.

Doesn't mean we
can't have some fun.

♪ That I'm falling apart ♪

♪ I'm over this ♪

Hey. Is, uh, now a good time?

♪ Just walk all over
my broken mess ♪

Look, um, about
last night. Stop.

Before you say anything,
I have something to say.

I'm so sorry for what you're
going through with your sponsor.

But you're not getting
off the hook that easily.

Off the hook?

That stuff you said
about taking on too much,

then implying that dating
me was part of that?

No.

If you want to give up on us

before we've even
really gotten started,

that's on you.

But no excuses.

Just... end it now.

You don't understand.

When I drank, I-I-I hurt people.

I know what I've
gotten into with you,

and... I'm willing
to put in the work.

Are you?

♪ That I'm falling
apart, I'm over this ♪

♪ I'm down, I'm fearing my own
loneliness ♪ [ Knock on door ]

LAPD. Open up.

You know you're wrong for that.

You're right. My bad.

Let me make it up to
you with a little gift.

What is it?

Something for you to
concentrate on besides work.

Something that will relax
your body and your mind.

♪ And you just walk all
over my broken mess ♪

Knitting?

I know you trippin'. I'm not.

For real, I tripped when
my cousin in Oakland

turned me on to knitting.

At first, I was real sus.

Then I made a beanie
cap, and I was like,

"Damn, twisting knots
is very therapeutic."

Who knew?

Well, where do we start?

With your hands.

First we start with a slipknot,
and then we'll cast on.

♪ And I fear this
will come to an end ♪

You all right?

So, you really think

this is gonna keep
me from burning out?

I don't know.

But if it doesn't, we'll
find something that will.

♪ I'm down, I'm fearing
my own loneliness ♪

Okay. All right. You
said we need to cast on.

Right.

And then once I teach
you how to purl,

you'll get into the zone.

Into the zone?

Girl, you got a lot of layers.

But I'm down. Let's do it.

♪ And you just walk all
over my broken mess ♪

Tighten it.

- Captions by VITAC...