All language subtitles for The Rookie 5x21 - Going Under (English)

Hey.

I need your help with a case.

Aren't you supposed to be
on maternity leave?

What are you, my husband?

Look, forget I said anything.
What's up?

I have an open file that's almost ready

to hand off to the DA's office.

If I take care of it now,

it won't be hanging
over my head when I get back.

- Wanna help me out?
- Sure.

What you doing?

Trying to figure out the crib assembly.

In the closet?

It's peaceful in here.

Who's on the phone?

Customer service.

Do you have your
order number handy, ma'am?

- Hi, Aaron.
- Hi.

Angela, I know you're working.

Wrap it up,

or I'm gonna call Grey
and tell him what you're doing.

In the future,
you could disguise your voice.

I'm not comfortable being
pulled into your web of lies.

Get over it.

I need you to collect DNA
from a suspect.

- I'll text you his name.
- Okay. Do we have a warrant?

No.

Then how am I supposed to get his DNA?

You wanna be a detective?

Figure it out.

All right, let's get to it.

Special of the day:
Frank Teska.

Frank spent two decades

working his way up
from a street-level enforcer

to a proud boss of a renaissance crew

that ran everything
from prostitutes to drugs.

Then Frank's temper
got the best of him.

Took an eight-year fall
for involuntary manslaughter.

Although there was nothing
involuntary about it.

More recently... that is, last week...

Frank exited prison and, we believe,

took out his brother, Ed,

to reestablish leadership.

We have prison intel over Frank's

last few months inside.

He was making a push

to get into the ghost gun business.

Specifically, 3D-printed weapons,

which are invisible to metal detectors.

Next-generation ghost guns

are printed using a high-strength,

nylon-based polymer,

which is illegal to buy in bulk

without proper paperwork.

Now, this morning, METRO
raided Ridgeside Chemicals

based on intel that Frank
was about to take a delivery

of 300 gallons of that polymer.

Which leaves Frank without a supplier.

- Exactly.
- Which is where Officer Chen comes in.

She'll be going undercover at
Southland Chemicals in Venice,

the only other local
manufacturer of the polymer.

And I'll be living
at the Langholm apartments.

So until further notice,

if you see Officer Chen
out in the world,

do not acknowledge her.

All those assigned to support,

see Sergeant Bradford.

Everyone else, let's get to work.

- Mornin'.
- Hey.

You feelin' all right?

Yeah, I'm just taking it
a little slow this morning.

I, uh, saw some friends that
I haven't seen in a long time.

Oh, you need a little carefree time.

Just be careful
not to burn yourself out.

I won't, but ever since
we got justice for Blanca,

it's like this weight has been lifted,

like my soul feels lighter,
you know what I mean?

I do, and I'm happy for you.

I even signed up
for this dating app, YouSpark.

I can't remember the last time
I even flirted with a guy.

Well, let's hope sparks fly soon.

Gotta love a Daddy Cop joke.

Hey, I need you to run
down to the morgue for me.

- Fun. Why?
- Remember NoHo Doe?

I do.

A torso found in North Hollywood,

no definitive cause of death,

and no means to ID him.

It was a dead-end case I took on

to keep Skip Tracer Randy out of jail.

Was that the right decision?

Definitely not,
but I have to solve it now.

To that end, an arm was found

near Silver Lake Reservoir
this morning.

Gotta be connected to the torso, right?

No... no pun intended.

Not necessarily.

There are a surprising amount

of severed limbs in this city.

Mm.

- Oh.
- Kay.

Thorsen, what are you doing?

Looking for DNA.

It looks like you're moonlighting

at the sanitation department.

Yeah, I could see
how you could think that.

You know, it's not often that you find

a young, budding detective

with this amount of dedication
to solve a case.

Tell me you came by
this evidence legally.

I mean, I might've committed
a minor trespass

to gather evidence,
but, per police procedure.

You walked
on the suspect's property,

dug through their trash bins,

and brought all their trash here.

- Basically.
- Well, you're not sorting

through that filth in my station.

Get it out of here.

And Thorsen,

this table better
be spotless when you're gone.

Yes, sir.

- I called Hard Luck.
- What... really?

He's such an unreliable CI.

No, he's just a little
twitchy sometimes.

He's the only informant I got
who has an in with Frank Teska.

So he's gonna point Frank
in the direction

of your new identity at Southland.

Yeah, or he'll go on a three-day bender

and wake up in Reno.

No, he won't,
'cause I told him it was for you.

He knows it's important to me.

Aw.

Undercover love.

I'm sorry to say the new arm
is not a match for NoHo Doe.

Yeah, I figured
it was too much to hope for.

But the method of amputation
on it is confounding.

How so?

I've never seen such well-defined

traumatic separation of tissue.

I honestly don't know
what instrument was used

to remove it.

A katana?
Lightsaber.

No and no.

Any idea what was used
to chop up NoHo Doe?

Definitely a blade done post-mortem,
but,

I have no idea
what the cause of death was.

I did find evidence
that your torso owner

had a hip arthroplasty.

So if we find a severed limb
with hip hardware,

it's most likely our guy?

Exactly, and then I'll be able

to ID him off the serial number.

Outstanding.
Thank you very much.

Shall we?

Looks like we're going on a leg hunt.

This job is so weird.

Hello.

I'm Larry Ellis,

and you must be Jamie Hall.

I can't tell you how excited I am

- to be part of this...
- Oh, uh... uh,

it's nice to meet you too, Larry.

Um, maybe you could show me
to my office.

- It's not the right leg.
- It is a right leg.

No, I mean it's not the correct leg.

But we'll take it off your hands.

20 bucks.

Five?

Anything you need, I'm here.

So just let me know.

And again,
I am so happy to help the LAPD.

"NYPD Blue" is my favorite TV show,

so you can imagine.

Uh, Larry,
I really appreciate the offer,

but you know, the best thing
you could do for me

is to treat me like
all your other employees.

And you know, this should
really be the last time

that you mention the LAPD, okay?

Yes, of course.

Copy that.

Uh, I've been practicing all the lingo.

- No lingo.
- No lingo.

Yeah, okay.

I'm just a regular
plastics salesperson.

Jamie Hall.

You all set up, Jamie?

Yeah, all good.

Although we should probably
keep an eye on my boss.

He's a little overeager.

Want me to have a talk with him?

No, no. I've got it.

- Are you good?
- Yeah.

Yeah, we got you covered out here.

Wherever you go, we go.

Well, that's comforting,

but I meant, like, are you good?

Do you mean do I miss you already?

No.

I'm fine.

You are such a jerk.

Hey, will you keep an eye
on Tamara for me?

You know, just check in on her
every once in a while?

Of course.
And don't worry about her.

I'll keep an eye on her.
You just focus on the job.

How long do you think this'll take?

Day, week, couple months.

Hard to tell.

Oh, do not finish

this season of "Top Chef" without me.

I can't make any promises.

You ever wish you had a normal job?

One where people don't shoot at you?

Not once.

Yeah, me either.

False alarm.
It's only a foot.

Making any friends?

There's a lovely lady, Delores.

She's got a lot of cute stories

about her grandkids.

This past weekend, apparently,

little Jimbo ate a dozen marbles.

Well, well, well.

What do we have here?

I've been going through
this dude's trash, for days,

and I can't find a single thing
with his DNA on it.

Seems pretty impossible, right?

'Cause I basically leave
a trail of DNA everywhere I go.

Whoa, whoa, TMX.

It's actually "TMI," Smitty.
"Too much information."

Pretty sure I'm right.

Earwax.

Yes.
Let's go.

Is the monotony getting to you?

I don't mind it.

I just don't want it all
to be for nothing.

Frank must be in a rush to
make those guns and get paid.

Can't be much longer.

I'm sure he's checking you out,

seeing if the story
Hard Luck has fed him is true.

- Hi.
- Good morning.

We need to talk.

Uh,

I'm sorry.
Do I know you?

No, but I know you.

I know your real name's not Jamie Hall.

Look, I don't know
what you're talking about,

but if you'd like to buy plastics,

I'm happy to invite you in.

- Otherwise...
- Lisa Thompson.

Born in Flagstaff,

currently wanted
on two counts of felon fraud

for cashing bad checks.

Now, you want me to go inside
and tell your boss,

or are you gonna take
a little ride with me?

Why don't we go for a walk?

So, what do you want?

To get to know each other
a little better.

If we're gonna be in business,

we gotta establish a rapport.

Trust.

Who said we're doing business?

Me.

Look...

I came to LA to start over,

so, I am very respectfully
just gonna pass, okay?

Yeah, well,
that's not really an option.

I need access to
certain protected plastics,

and you need to not go to prison.

But this is a very
low-risk thing for you.

A few barrels a month get misplaced.

That kind of loss is normal,

and it's built into the
company's profit margin.

I just need you
to hide the missing inventory

from your boss.

You do that, and I'll

pay you 5,000 bucks a month, huh?

How's that sound?

Tempting, but I think
I would just prefer

to give my notice today
and let you make this deal

with the next girl
that sits behind my desk.

Look, I'm trying to be nice here, hmm?

But the alternative to you saying yes

is me drowning you in that canal.

So how about you get onboard,
like, right now?

Yeah, when you put it that way,
I guess I'm in.

Great.
We'll have dinner tonight?

Hammer out the details, hmm?

I'll pick you up at your place
at 8:00?

Okay.

Good.

Liar.

Liar.

Mentiroso.

Liar.

So how goes the online dating?

Uh, a giant cesspool
of self-absorbed narcissists

with no love to give.

Sounds like my childhood.

- And yet, you're still swiping.
- I mean, just look.

They all look so good, you know?

And then you do a little digging

and find out they're actually
ten years older,

four inches shorter,
married with children,

and just looking for a side piece.

Prime example.

Oh, he's handsome

and not unfamiliar.

That's...

- Oh, my God! Is that Smitty?
- I know.

I mean, he was a slice.

But that is false advertisement
for a profile pic.

I'll say.

How did you and Bailey meet?

Oh.

She just showed up at my door one day.

A gorgeous, multitalented,

half-naked woman wrapped in a towel.

And now we're engaged.

I hate you.

My point is, I wasn't looking.

That's when love shows up.

7-Adam-15, RP found a leg

at the Hollywood Reservoir.

- Do you want the call?
- Yep.

Hey.

You called about the leg?

Yes. Uh, Scott.

We were out for a walk,
and Buddy here found it.

I've been trying to get him to let go,
but,

he's become quite attached.

Oh, no problem.

All we have to do
is offer him something

he wants more, than a severed leg.

Do you always carry dog treats?

Yeah. Tip from a friend.

Hey, Buddy. Here you go.

Here you...

Easy, easy.

Wow, okay.

Really?

You choose a rotten leg

over chicken waffle bits?

Yeah, he does this sometimes.

Last month, he fell in love
with an avocado

and carried it around till it was mush.

Is he a rescue?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, it took forever
to get him to trust me.

Now he freaks out
if my mom gives me a hug.

Oh, territorial.
Makes sense.

Um, he has attachment issues.

Maybe if I get a little closer...

Can I?

Uh, yeah, sure.

- Oh.
- Hey.

- That's good boy.
- Nice.

There.
You see the metal hip joint?

Coroner can use that
to identify the body.

Is there anything else
we can help with, Officer...

Celina.

No, thank you.

Okay.
Come on.

Hey, how'd I do?

The dumpster diving was a good tactic.

The DNA was a match.

Yeah, one man's trash

is a pregnant woman's case closed.

Thanks for helping me out.

Hey, you know, I could take on another.

I mean, every time
I work one of your cases,

I'm learning just a little bit
more to help me make detective.

All right.

There's this one witness
to a liquor store burglary,

but I can't get him to talk to me,

or any cop, for that matter.

Oh, I bet I can get him to crack.

The guy hates the police.
It's impossible.

But now I have to stop talking to you,

because Wesley is staring me down hard.

But I'll send you his name.

- Wrong number.
- Oh.

Hey.

What's up?

How you doin'?

Better, now that we've got
some movement on Frank.

I was bored
to early onset rigor mortis.

Yeah, crooks have their own schedule.

- We call it "dope time."
- Hmm.

So where are we, case-wise?

Yeah, he made contact,
asked me to dinner.

Romantically, like a date?

Well, ostensibly, it's about business,
but,

he did just get out of prison,

so, odds are he's hopeful for
a little somethin'-somethin'.

Legally, there's two forms
of entrapment.

The first is offering so much money

that an otherwise reasonable
person commits an illegal act.

The second is sex.

Yeah, if a UC puts sex
or love on the table

as inducement to crime,

it automatically becomes entrapment.

The courts realize that love
makes people do crazy things.

Right, so I'm...

Should we cancel dinner?

No, but keep it professional.

If he starts saying
that he's doing it for you

- or for love, you gotta walk.
- Yeah.

Hey, should I push a
little about his brother?

No, because you're still
trying to build a foundation.

Once he trusts you,
he will hang himself.

But we should get
a decent wire for her,

because he could get a little handsy.

Mm. All right.

Pull the top of the line from HIDTA.

We'll reconvene and brief
two hours before your date.

Any questions?

All right.

You okay?

Five by five.

You gotta treat this like any other op

and treat Lucy like any other UC.

I know.

All right.

Ooh.

Man, it really reeks in here.

Yeah, Grey is not happy with Aaron.

- Another match?
- Uh, I don't know.

There is seriously no good man
in Los Angeles...

Who are single, of course.

What about Scott?

The citizen with the dog?

I don't know.
What about him?

Well, based on your little
interaction before,

I'd say he was interested.

What are you talking about?

No, he wasn't.

Yes, he was.
Oh, my gosh.

Why are you smiling?

Because for someone

who's so connected to the universe,

you seem a little blind

when it comes to the romantic signals.

What signals?
There were no signals.

There were signals?

Okay, that's not funny.

You're right.
I'm a little freaked out.

I've never done
anything like this before.

If I get caught,
I'm looking at serious time.

Prison's not so bad.

You do your time,
meet new business associates.

Most importantly, you learn
what you're really made of.

Helps you see the world more clearly.

What did you learn?

Family can't be trusted.

Yeah, I hear that.

I mean, the whole reason
I cashed those bogus checks

was 'cause my dad stole my rent money.

My brother made a move against me.

I put him in his place.

What place is that?

Get down!

Put that away... the gun.

Shots fired, 93107 Wilshire Boulevard,

black Honda Accord headed east.

- Copy that.
- Okay.

Units are on their way.

In pursuit.

We gotta help these people.

Gotta go!
Cops are on their way!

Suspects are out of the car
and on foot.

Driver is a Black male
with a hoodie, headed north.

I'm in foot pursuit of the shooter.

He's a white male,
brown pants, headed south.

You're under arrest.

Let's go. Get up.

You okay?

Yeah. Gun was empty.

I got lucky.

Otherwise...

What the hell was that?

Were they shooting at you?

They weren't gunning for the busboy.

Hmm, well, it's been nice knowing you.

- Hey!
- You're not backing out here.

Our deal's still on, you understand me?

Yeah, ju... just relax, okay?

I'm...

I'm scared.
I just...

I've never been shot at before.

I have.
You'll get used to it.

Do you know who's after you?

Two choices.
His guys or my guys.

"His guys," who?
Your brother?

Yeah.

Some of his people didn't come
onboard when I took over,

and, some of my people might be feeling

I'm weak enough to take a shot at.

But they're gonna find out
quick how wrong they are.

Well...

Look, I am in way over my head.

I get that I don't have a choice

on whether or not I'm helping you,

but if you could just,

keep the body count out of my backyard,

that would be great.

No promises.

Are you okay to get home by yourself?

Yeah, no problem.

Thanks for dinner.

Yeah.

I'll be in touch.

- Hey, you okay?
- Yeah, you?

Yeah, I am now.

We got the shooter,
but the driver got away.

Meet me at the laundry room
in your building.

Yes.
See you in 30.

- Hey.
- Hey.

That was really scary.

Yeah, I about had a heart attack.

Does Frank know who took a run at him?

Not for sure, but he's
clearly in a tenuous position,

even with his own crew.

- If you need to tap out...
- No.

The fact that he can't trust anyone

actually strengthens my in.

He needs an ally.

I can be that

and hopefully bring the whole
thing down from within.

- Has he tried anything?
- No.

But I can handle it if he does.

I know.

Yeah, knowing and feeling okay about it

are two different things.

Look, it's not my first time.

I know.

It's probably what makes it worse.

All right, now's not the time
to talk about this.

I know you'll bail on the operation
if you don't feel it's safe.

So if you are good, I'm good.

- I'm good.
- Good.

I gotta get back to the station.

Grey's waiting for a status update.

Wait, no, hey.

Lock the door first.

Told you there were signals.

What?

Okay, now I'm nervous.
What do I say?

Well, start with "hello."

I'll be over here.

Hey.

Hey, hi.

Hey, Buddy.

Look what I have for you.

Here you go.

Yeah, Buddy was wondering
if we could get that leg back.

He really misses it.

Ooh, sorry.
It's evidence.

So he's just gonna have to find
another one,

which I've discovered, it actually

isn't that hard to find in Los Angeles.

Wow, good to know.

Also terrifying.

Yeah, well, do you need anything else?

- 'Cause my boss is waiting.
- Uh, no.

Well, yes.
Sorry.

I've been on dating apps so long,

I've forgotten how to ask
someone out in real life.

Dating apps are the worst.

Wait.
Are you about to ask me out?

I am.

Uh, do you wanna get dinner tonight,

or, tomorrow,

or really, whenever you're free?

I'd like that.

I know a great place
with a dog-friendly patio.

Oh, we love a dog-friendly patio.

Great.
It's a date.

That rhymed.

Yes, it did.

Uh, don't be late, or I'll be irate.

Ooh.

Yeah, went a little bit far.

- Just a little bit.
- Celina!

I gotta go, but uh, here.

Here's my card.
Call me... or text me,

or whatever people do these days.

Okay.

- Hi.
- Hey, uh, good news.

The M.E. got the serial number
off the prosthetic hip joint

from that last leg,

so he is no longer "NoHo Doe."

His name is Trip Linden,

and he was reported
missing a month ago.

Well, who reported him?

Dude, this is ridiculous.

Hi.

Uh, Detective Harper.

Thank you for coming in.

Can you tell me your names
so I know who's who?

Um, Mark.

Hank.

Okay, great, and uh,

I understand you're both
friends with Trip Linden?

Yeah. Yeah, did you find him?

I'm afraid we did.

Parts of him.

Wait, wait.
What does that mean?

We found his torso,

and one of his legs.

They look scared.

Dismemberment is scary.

That doesn't mean they're guilty.

That's messed up, man.

I'm sorry to be the bearer
of such upsetting news.

Were the three of you close?

Yeah, yeah.
We hung out all the time.

You know,
he had the sickest collection.

Have you ever shot an RPG?

- Just...
- Come on, man.

Trip owned an RPG?

No, no, I mean,

not if it's illegal.

Look, he definitely
never broke the law.

Okay, and I understand the two of you

reported him missing?

Yeah, 'cause the last time we saw him,

he was heading to Vegas and...

To meet up with some chick,
and he just never came back.

I mean, if they had something
to do with his death,

they wouldn't have
reported him missing.

You'd be surprised
how many people think

that'll throw us off the scent.

Uh, can you describe this woman?

Oh, no, sorry.

We never met her.

Maybe she did something
to him, you know?

Like...like she was the lure
to some sicko.

Theorizing.

That's never a good sign.

Maybe he's just trying to be helpful.

No, they're trying
to offer up another suspect.

All right, we will look into her.

Did Trip have any enemies?

No, no.
Trip was the best.

- Not that bright, but...
- Hey, yo.

Don't speak ill of the dead, man.

Come on.

Sorry.

He was not that bright?

No, he just... he didn't make
the best of choices,

but he was a great guy, really.

Either of us had a problem, and,

he was always there for us.

See if you can corroborate
any part of that story.

Will do, and I'll check
their social media too.

I've become a black belt in
Googling the lies out of men.

I'm here, y'all,

in the belly of the beast.

Tune in to the next video
to see what happened.

Oh, and uh, remember
to like and subscribe.

Mr. Perry,

thanks for coming in
to talk about the robbery.

You're welcome, but like I told

the pregnant detective,
I don't wanna get involved.

I only came in to shoot
some ClipTalk videos.

Hey, look, I get it, okay?

You don't wanna talk to the cops.

Most people don't.

But we know you saw the robbery.

You were right outside
the store when it happened.

So is there anything you remember

of the driver or the car or an...

- Not a chance.
- Look.

I got 4 million followers on ClipTalk.

What?
No, you don't.

Yes, I do.

I could tag you,

get your name out there.

You have to do better than that.

Dance challenge.

What in the hell?

Sorry, sir.
Just, um, cracking another case.

What in the hell?

This is awesome.

Uh, guy who robbed the liquor store.

License plate started with 3JR,
silver Accord.

- 3JR, yes!
- Okay.

- Get in!
- Frank.

- Now!
- O... okay.

What's wrong?

I know who shot at us.

I gotta take him down.

I need a lookout.

Where are we?

This is where all the magic happens.

3D printers are inside.

Okay, wait, so you think

it was one of your guys
who took a run at you?

Yeah, Grant.

You stay out here.
Call me if you see anything.

Hey.

Why are you here?

Okay, so Frank's driver
was the shooter,

and now I'm acting as his lookout

while he goes inside to kill him.

What exactly is my play here?

First priority is to stop a murder.

So be a good lookout.

Every cop in LA is about
to land on this location.

- Okay.
- All right, bye.

8-500, I need additional units
at my location.

Code-3.

Hey, we gotta go.
The cops are coming.

- How?
- I don't know.

But we don't have much time.

Frank, you are an ex-con with a gun.

I don't know anything about law,

but I'm pretty sure
that sends you back.

Let's go.
Come on.

The car matches Morgan's description

of the robbery vehicle.

Anything inside?

Not that I can see,

but I haven't checked the trunk yet.

- Whoa.
- Whoa.

The air fresheners
are just making it worse.

Yeah.

7-Adam-7, I have a possible 187.

Alley off of 1700 block on Tustin.

Send detectives and TID.

Police!

Anyone in there?

Show me your hands.

We got another body.

Looks like this guy died
of a heart attack.

How can you tell?

His search says
"signs of a heart attack."

Okay, so,

after a successful burglary spree,

heart attack and trunk guy
get into a disagreement, right?

Which leads to trunk guy's death,

and then heart attack puts
trunk guy in the trunk,

tries to cover the smell
before he can decide

what to do with him,

makes it all the way back here
to the auto shop,

and then,

the effort was a bit too much and...

Pop goes his heart.

That's some good detecting.

I know, right?

Vegas PD struck out.

They have no record of Trip

coming to town with a mystery woman.

But IT was able to get
into Trip's cloud account.

Turns out he enjoyed making
videos with Mark and Hank.

What kind of videos?

Not that kind of videos.
Worse.

In one of the clips,
they shot a cow with an RPG.

What is wrong with people?

After combing through

several soul-crushing hours of footage,

we found that.

All right, what am I looking at?

The idiots got their hands
on a .50 caliber machine gun.

They're just blowing up watermelons.

Right, until...

Trip goes out onto the range and...

There goes his head.

Trip!
He's dead! What do we do?

Well, that is definitely
enough to get a warrant.

Right, so what do you say

we let SWAT go
and take care of arresting

the heavily armed survivalists?

Where's the fun in that?

Let's go.

I mean, she's... she's kidding, right?

I'm afraid not.

That was crazy.

How the hell am I supposed
to go to the office after that?

You got ten seconds to
convince me you're not a cop.

I'm not a cop.
I...

Then how the hell did you
know they were coming?

A police scanner app.

I can show you.

- A what?
- A police scanner app.

Can... can I just...

Look.

I have never been
a lookout before, okay?

So when you ran inside,

I thought this might be useful.

I downloaded it,
and the first thing I heard

was the warehouse address.

I... I almost peed my pants!

You could've just run,

left me inside
to get killed or arrested.

Why didn't you?

Honestly, it didn't occur to me,
although,

at this moment, I...

I really, really wish I had.

When you're about to be
released from prison,

those last few weeks,
you're just dreaming,

you know, about the outside world.

All the things you're gonna do,

all the meals you're gonna eat,

all the money you're gonna make,

the women you're gonna...

Well, you get it.

Yeah.

But you know, then you get out,

the world's different.

It's moved on without you.

And the place you
thought you held in it,

it doesn't exist anymore.

You realized you've,

you know, lost a step or two.

Eight years is a long time.

Yeah, and I wasn't exactly

a millennial when I went in.

There's gotta be other things
you were dreaming about inside

besides money, food, and women.

Yeah, my kid.

But she took off when I got out.

Why?

Look, I was never a good dad.

Always wrapped up
in being the tough guy,

causing mayhem, getting paid,

making money.

She...

Well, gave her no time at all.

She deserved better.

You could reach out now,

try to fix things.

Where is she?

In Ohio.

She tried going off the grid,

so I couldn't find her, you know?

But I found her pretty easy.

You could visit.

You know, try to make things right.

Nah.

She'll never forgive me.

Maybe not.

Even if she doesn't, though,

it'll matter that you tried.

I just met you.
I don't know you.

But...

It really seems like you don't wanna be

living your life like this anymore.

- I should go.
- Okay.

Hey, uh,

thanks again.

And I'm sorry about, you know...

Threatening my life,
on multiple occasions?

Yeah.

Bygones.

Frank.

I'll see you later.

Hmm.

Not if I see you first.

Where are you?

I'm outside the cover apartment.

Frank just dropped me off.

We grabbed Grant and the other two,

got enough weaponry to hold them

until we try to get a ballistics match

for the restaurant shooting,
and Ed's murder.

Yeah, fingers crossed.

I think this op is done.

You sure?

Yeah.

I mean, he's got no crew,

no product.

It's over.

- That's too bad.
- Why?

I was looking forward
to another laundry room hookup.

We couldn't find his fingers.

He tried to evade arrest
using a grenade launcher, and...

- And failed.
- It hurts! Ahh!

Hey, uh, I put a BOLO out for Mark.

Hopefully we can get him
before he finds out

there's an arrest warrant for him.

Right.

I don't think that'll be a problem.

Hey, excuse me.

I heard my friend was brought in,

in some kind of explosives accident.

Mark, hey.
Hank is in treatment.

Uh, we just need to talk to you.

Stay back!

We didn't mean to hurt Trip.

It was an accident.

Nice work, Mama.

- OB appointment?
- Yeah.

What? I couldn't just
stand here and do nothing.

Detective.

- Grey said you were looking for me.
- Uh, yes.

Remember that arm
the M.E. flagged at the morgue?

Yeah, the one with the, uh, unique cut?

Yeah, well, it might not
have been related to NoHo Doe,

but it is related to a case in Arizona.

A coroner there found an arm

that was severed
with that same mystery tool,

and both were done while
the victim was still alive.

That's horrible,

and it means we're looking
at a possible serial killer.

- Should we be calling the feds?
- Yeah, I already did.

- John Nolan.
- As I live and breathe,

Simone Clark,
what a pleasure to see you.

Pleasure to be seen.

- What up, girl?
- Hey, Simone.

Does this mean Garza's unit
is taking this case?

Oh, yeah.

It's the reason I joined the FBI,

so that I could swoop in
and steal the thunder,

right out from under
local law enforcement.

Technically, you're not
required to rub our noses in it.

But where's the fun in that?

Why don't you bring me
up to speed on everything,

and then I can steal your theories,

and pawn them off as my own?

Baby looks great.

Angela, you're on the home stretch.

Thank God, because I'm
strictly at the loafer stage.

I can't tie my shoelaces anymore.

Hey.

Sorry to interrupt.

What are you doing here?

I, uh, just wanted to deliver
the news in person.

I texted you to meet me in the lobby.

Seriously?

Baby, you know
how I feel about open cases.

I promise I'll be ready
to nest after this.

- Please tell me you closed the case.
- Oh, better.

I closed seven cases.

Well done, Officer Thorsen.

I'll make sure
Caradine knows you stepped up.

Yeah, and also, thank you
so much for the opportunity.

Yeah.

You know, Aaron is a great
girl's name too, so...

We... we were waiting to be surprised.

I need a big meal, a hot bath,

and some quality sexy time,

and then I'm gonna sleep for 24 hours.

What, what is that?

- What?
- I just...

Isabel used to always crash

after a long-term assignment.

It would take her months
to come back to life.

Well, this was only a week,

so I think one night's sleep
will do me.

You know what?
I do have to come clean

about something, though.

Um...

I know I made you promise

to not watch "Top Chef" without me,

but I couldn't wait!
I'm sorry!

- Bad girlfriend.
- No.

- No.
- No, I'm sorry!

Horrible.

So...

Why didn't you tell me you almost died

chasing down the shooter
at the restaurant?

Because I didn't.

Who told you?

It doesn't matter.

We'll set aside the fact that
you left it out of the report

so I wouldn't find out.

I did not.

What?

Okay.

The gun was empty, right?

So this is much ado about nothing.

Besides, I know for a fact that
you don't tell me everything

that happens to you
when you're undercover.

N... no, no.

You know for a fact that Isabel didn't.

If this is gonna work between us,

I need to know that
you can see the difference.

Of course I can.

Okay?
But...

Listen, I need you to take it seriously

if I ever sound the
alarm about something.

Otherwise, the pain

of what I went through
will have been for nothing,

and I can't lose you
the way I lost her.

You won't.

I'll walk away
before it ever gets close

to anything like that, okay?

I promise.

Good luck on your date.

Thank you.
I'm really excited.

Maybe I should just throw
some tarot cards,

you know, just to make sure
Scott and I have a future.

Or,
maybe you should just live your life,

and see where it takes you.

That's so much scarier.

Yeah, sure, but it's that discovery

that makes it so much more special.

Look, take Bailey and me.

We have not landed
on a wedding date yet,

but, I know when that day comes,

it's gonna be amazing.

You're getting married in September.

Nice try.

We're not talking about
anything before next spring.

That's nice, but trust me.

It's gonna happen in September.

Because you threw down
some tarot cards?

No.

Don't stay out too late, have fun,

- and text me when you get home.
- Yes, sir.

Hey.

What do you think about
getting married in September?

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