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Previously on "The Rookie"...

I think there's
someone in my house.

[both grunting]

I'm only gonna ask you
once. Who sent you?

- Go to hell.
- I'll meet you there.

[flatlining]

Charlie's starting today.

He's the private
security guy I hired.

Mr. Evers, Charlie Bristow
from X Ring Security.

- Are you breaking up with me?
- I'm sorry.

Nolan mentioned

that you might be looking
for a new roommate.

My current living
situation, it really sucks.

And I totally understand
if it's too soon.

Just thought I'd throw it
out there just in case.

I actually think that's
a really great idea.

Aww.

[soft music]

♪

[cell phone vibrates]

The hell are you doing up here?

It wasn't supposed
to go down like this.

Did you compromise the
op? Who did you tell?

- I can't.
- Why not?

Because she knows
all my secrets.

Who does?

I'm sorry.

[crash] [people screaming]

[sirens wailing]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[somber music]

♪

Hey.

What happened?
- [sighs]

Mad Dog was in a bad
way when I got here.

Amped up on guilt,
confessed to being dirty.

Said he flipped because
she knew his secrets.

Then he jumped.
- Who's she?

- Blair London.
- He used her name?

No, it's clear who
he was talking about.

Clear to you maybe, but
you got to be very careful

making accusations
before you have proof.

Hell of a thing, huh?

I heard you were with
him when he went over.

- You assigned to this?
- Yeah.

Thought I was gonna
have a quiet evening,

but the universe hates me.

You're saying Mad Dog jumped?

I'm not saying anything.
That's what happened.

Okay, look, I'm not trying
to jam you up here, Bradford,

but this needs to be
handled correctly.

Your buddy just led an
operation that resulted

in his entire team
being blown up.

There's a lot of eyes on this.
- Understood.

And Sergeant Bradford
will be forthcoming

answering your questions.

But first, you're
required to tell me

if your line of questioning
will lead to discipline.

I mean, I can't rule
that out at this point,

but that's not where my head
is at, unless it should be.

Asking the question
isn't prejudicial.

It's something we would all do.

And since you can't
rule out discipline,

Sergeant Bradford
is required to have

an attorney and
union rep present

before being questioned.

All right, you want
to play it that way,

I'll meet you back
at the station

when you have all
your ducks in a row.

But first, you need to
answer this question now.

Did you touch him?
Did he touch you?

Am I gonna find your DNA
on him or his on you?

Never got closer
than a few feet.

Great. Thank you.

[tense music]

I'd watch my back with him.

If he thinks he can
make a career move

climbing over you, he will.

♪

Whoo!

Hey, I was starting to think

I should have left
some stuff in storage.

We can go through
it all after shift.

Uh, I'm pretty sure I have some
space in my basement locker.

Knock, knock. Hey.

Hey! What are you doing here?

Oh, I just thought
I would come by,

support my rookie
as she transitions

to a new, more stable
home environment.

You came to make sure
I'm not late for shift.

Yes, because that would be
a poor reflection on me,

and my performance
review is coming up.

And you, how you doing?

I'm good, mostly, I guess.

There's just so much
change, you know?

But maybe big change
is a good thing.

I'm clearly going through
a big upheaval right now,

which is hard on the psyche.

But, you know,
ultimately, hopefully,

um, it will be a necessary
and positive period

of emotional growth, so

yeah, I'm good.

Great. [Cell phone ringing]

Lopez is calling me.

Hi.

Hey, something happened
to Tim last night.

He's not hurt, but it
looks like he was there

when Mad Dog jumped off
the roof of the hospital.

Oh, my God. Both: What happened?

- Uh, where... where is Tim now?
- On his way to the station.

You know the drill.

He's gonna have to answer
a lot of questions,

and they won't let us
near him till he's done.

But I thought you'd want to
know, despite everything.

Yeah, no.

Thank you so much
for telling me.

Um, please let me know if
you hear anything else.

Will do.

What happened?

Mad Dog killed himself
in front of Tim.

Why? [Cell phone vibrates]

It's Tim.

Hey, we just heard
what happened.

You all right?

I'm fine, but I
need my union rep.

Yeah, I'll be there
in 20 minutes.

He needs his union rep.

Wait, John. Uh,
how did he sound?

Tight.

♪

You're clearly in danger.

I'm not asking you
to hide in a closet.

I'm just saying
security needs to be

more of a primary concern.

It is. That's why I hired you.

But I lead a busy life, and
I will not live it in fear.

So your job is to keep me
safe while I do my thing.

Yes, ma'am. Who should I
coordinate with at the LAPD?

Who's investigating
the case on you?

Forget about the LAPD.

I have zero confidence

that they have my best
interest at heart.

Makes my job harder.

But that's a me problem.

All right, well, we're gonna
start on our site survey

and do a bug sweep
of your offices.

I'll coordinate with your
assistant on scheduling.

♪

[cell phone vibrating]

[drawer closes]

This phone is only
for emergencies.

Did you see the news?

Mad Dog killed
himself last night.

It's one less thread to tie up.

That's horrible and also wrong.

Tim Bradford was with him
the night that he jumped,

which means we
need to be worried

that Mad Dog might have
said something about us.

He doesn't know
about us, only you

unless you betrayed me.

No, I never told him
where the information

he was giving me was going.

But I am exposed here,

and you told me that
I would be protected.

And you will be.

But I have problems of my own.

I still don't know
who tried to kill me.

And Harper and Lopez
are going to try to pin

my hit man's death on me.

So you need to get to work.

Jack up the cops we
have under our thumb.

We need real-time intel
on where the LAPD is

with these investigations.

Okay, I can do that.

Promise me that
this will work out.

I promise.

Hold it together.

♪

Yeah, I need you to
come in for a session.

Yes, now.

Monica's the killer.

Can you put her in
John Doe's room?

- No.
- And the autopsy?

Preliminary cause
of death is stroke.

But that's what
it would look like

if she put an air
bubble in his IV.

Oh, so you have
fingerprints on the syringe?

No.

Look, I know we have work to do.

But I don't buy for a second

that he just happened to code

during the chaos
at the hospital.

She used that opportunity
to take him out.

You do not have to convince me.

You have to convince the
DA's office and a jury.

So any progress
on the other case,

the one where Monica's
a victim, not a suspect?

You mean do we know
who tried to kill her?

We do not.

We don't even know if
it was a hit attempt

or just a home invasion.

It was a hit attempt.

Monica wouldn't kill the guy

if it was a simple
robbery gone wrong.

It's hard to establish
motive without a clear ID,

and we don't have
him in any database.

Keep looking.

When we figure out
who attacked Monica,

it'll help us understand
her motive for murder.

How is Tim doing?

He's being Tim about
the whole thing.

[knock at door]

All right, union rep
reporting for duty.

Bring me up to speed.

Who is the
investigating officer?

Pearson.

Not the best, but not the worst.

He's gonna try to hang
this around my neck.

Department needs a scapegoat
for what went down yesterday,

and now their primary
candidate is dead.

At best, I'll be sidelined,

which is why I need you to
take over the investigation.

- Investigation into what?
- Not what, who.

Okay.

Blair London... rookie
police psychiatrist.

I've been seeing
her. So has Aaron.

I believe she had
leverage on Mad Dog,

and that's why he
betrayed the Metro op,

and that's why he jumped.

Close the door.

I can't stay. I have a case.

I know. Mad Dog's suicide.

I need you to
scrub the apartment

and make sure there is
nothing incriminating

about me in there.

Mad Dog was reporting to
you? What'd you have on him?

It doesn't matter now.

I need to make sure he didn't
say my name before he jumped.

Bradford lawyered up.

It could mean that
he knows something

and doesn't know who to trust.

So we need to isolate
and neutralize him,

because if he gives me up,

the recordings from your
sessions go straight to IA.

You're making a big leap.

I gotta go where the
evidence takes me.

People heard
arguing on the roof.

Mad Dog showed none of the
classic suicide precursors,

and Tim was forced out of Metro

enough to make anybody
angry and jealous.

You're guessing as
to his state of mind.

♪

I'm afraid not.

Tell him what you told me.

I'd rather not.

People say things in sessions
that they would never act on.

Emotions are elevated and...

You work for the city.

You have an ethical
and legal obligation

to report anything that
could be seen as dangerous.

I know.

I've been seeing
Sergeant Bradford

for a couple weeks.

He came to me with anger issues.

He had a lot of resentment
about leaving Metro.

- Doesn't mean he's a killer.
- No, of course not.

But I witnessed a
heightened interaction

between Sergeant Bradford
and Mad Dog... Matt

in the parking garage
yesterday morning.

I feel if I wasn't there
that it would have escalated.

Did you see evidence that
Mad Dog was depressed?

No.

Bradford needs to be put
on admin leave immediately,

pending further investigation.

- He has important cases...
- He's dangerous.

But you've always looked
the other way, haven't you?

Just last month, he was
under IA investigation

and drummed out of Metro,

and you welcomed him back
like nothing happened.

It is a failure to supervise

and a failure to put
your city's needs

ahead of your friendship.

Keep this up, and you'll
be facing discipline.

♪

Detective Pearson. John Nolan.

I'm sure you're aware, I am...
- Union rep. Got it.

You planning on staying
for Bradford's interview?

Yep.

Well, then before
we get started,

I want to be
up-front about this.

I've been on the
case for three hours,

and I'm already deeply troubled
by what I've discovered.

I want to hear what
you have to say,

but no matter how you
answer these questions,

you're on leave,
effective immediately.

Hey, did you hear Tim
got put on admin leave?

- No, who told you that?
- Smitty.

What's that? [Cell
phone ringing]

Oh, hold on.

[ball squeaking] Hey.

If you're filing
charges against him,

you need to give me a heads-up.

If I was filing charges,
the last thing I would do

is compromise the case with
any hint of impropriety.

- I'm standing by him 1,000%.
- I know.

Look, I haven't even
made it into the office.

Can we talk later?
- He's family.

I know. I'll call
you later, okay?

- Drama at work?
- Something like that.

[knock at door]

Hey. Can I help you?

I'm looking for Sidney.

Yo, what the hell are you doing?

Can't be ignoring his calls.

Hey, hold on. Back up.

I didn't invite you in.

- I work for her boss.
- I'm her boss.

Nah. You're just in my way.

Now, he wants you
back. Grab your things.

She's not going anywhere.

This is none of
your business, man.

Hmm.

So what's your plan, genius?

You gonna shoot your way in,
kidnap her in broad daylight?

All recorded in HD from
our home security system

that's linked right
into the cloud.

How far do you think
you're gonna make it?

A mile, two, maybe.

Is that worth a life
sentence to you?

♪

Boss ain't gonna like this.

♪

What the hell was that?

- I am so sorry.
- Sorry doesn't come close.

An armed man was at my house.
You need to tell me why.

- I-I can't. I signed an NDA.
- Screw your NDA!

Okay, let me explain to
you how this looks, okay?

Your last employer was
obviously a criminal.

You left him and sought out
a job working for two cops,

a job where you might come in
contact with our computers,

a job where you might
overhear conversations

about the DA's office.

That is not it at all. I swear.

I didn't even know who he
was when I took the job.

I mean, not... not really.

I-I still don't.

Look, he does
something in finance.

Name?

Christian Batista.

They call the guy at
the door Head Shot.

You thought a guy in finance

had a bodyguard named Head Shot?

Los Angeles is weird.

I'm from Ohio.

I... [sighs]

I was naive. I get that now.

But the kids were sweet,

and I didn't want to
abandon them, so...

I stuck it out, even after
I realized he was a bad guy.

Christian Batista
isn't just a bad guy.

He's a professional
money launderer.

Half the criminal organizations
in the city use his services.

He has been one step
ahead ever since he moved

into the number one
position two years ago.

Would you be willing
to work for him again?

What, like, as a spy?

You wouldn't have to
do anything dangerous,

just pay attention to
who comes and goes,

see what you overhear.

No way. I-I can't go back there.

He's awful, cruel, and creepy.

I mean, it got to a point where
I was having panic attacks

on my way into work.

I'm... I'm really
sorry, but I-I can't...

I can't do that.

All right, then you are
gonna have to sell him

on a new nanny.

[elevator bell dings]

[sighs]

What are you doing?

To be clear, I'm still
mad at you, okay?

This doesn't change anything.

What doesn't?

[soft music]

Are you okay?

I am now.

♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

- We need you for a case.
- Of course.

Just say the word, and I'll
have you on a private plane

to a non-extradition country.

It's not gonna come to that.

There is zero
evidence of wrongdoing

because there wasn't any.

- If I can do anything...
- I appreciate that.

You had my back
on the last thing.

I put different
forces into play.

Different's not me.

I'll see you later.

Bradford was
clearly being cagey.

Your questioning was aggressive.

Tim was being measured.

Of course you would say that.

Well, he certainly
has it in for Tim.

We ask everyone else
to trust our process.

We should too.

Sir, before you came in,

Tim asked me to look
into something delicate.

He thinks...

- I know what he thinks.
- Are you sure?

Because what he said was...
- Insane?

And, if true, a disaster
of epic proportions?

I'm sure.

With your permission,

I'd like to sit
out patrol today,

conduct an investigation.

No.

You and Officer Juarez

would like a professional
development day.

And I'm granting that request.

But don't come back until
you have something concrete.

We don't know who we can trust.

And if I'm questioned, I'll
be compelled to answer.

So the less I know, the better.

Understood.

Remember, you're
responsible for her.

Don't compromise her
career before it starts.

Yes, sir.

Juarez.

That's crazy. How
could they suspect Tim?

Let's talk in private.

What's professional development?

It's just BS.

I need to look into
something on the down-low.

You don't have to help me.

This is gonna be a
sticky situation,

and I will understand if you
want to sit this one out.

And you can't tell me what
it is before I decide?

I cannot.

This is so cool. Okay,
I'm in. What's going on?

Tim believes Dr. London
blackmailed Mad Dog.

That's why he
betrayed the Metro op.

Aaron's shrink?
No, that can't be.

Aaron raves about her.

Oh, I know. But
Tim is convinced.

And if she's blackmailed
one cop, there may be more.

- You don't think Aaron...
- I don't know.

I don't think he
would betray us,

but we can't rule it out either.

Anyone she sees
could be a problem.

Okay, so we need a
list of her patients.

No. Confidential.

It's impossible to get a
judge to sign off on that

without clear evidence
of a criminal conspiracy.

Wait, Smitty's gonna
solve our problem.

I'm sorry, it sounds
like you said.

Smitty was gonna help
solve our problem.

Mm-hmm.

What's up, homeys?

Aaron says you hang
out in the waiting room

of the Department of
Psychiatry office.

Hey, where I spend my
breaks is my business.

No, agreed, but you
do see who comes in

for therapy sessions.
- Sure.

- How often are you there?
- Ah, let's see.

Vending machines get restocked
on Mondays and Thursdays.

Uh, Dr. Mendelson brings
in cupcakes on Tuesdays.

Red velvet, yum.

Uh, shrinks cater an
interoffice meeting

on Wednesday, and
there's always leftovers.

You're there from
Monday through Thursday?

And Friday.

The Personnel office
next door holds a mixer

with passed hors d'oeuvres.

Smitty, that's every
single... never mind.

Don't... I just

how would you like to take
an extra-long break today?

All you have to do is tell us
everyone who sees Dr. London.

Sure thing.

But I gotta tell you right
now, it's a long list.

It's cops from
all over the city.

We'll need every name
you can remember,

plus anyone who sees her today.

[groans] That sounds
like a lot of work.

What is this, anyway?

All you need to know is,

it'll help Tim, and
he's counting on you.

He told us Smitty is the man,

and he's the only one
we can trust with this.

Say no more.

What?

Dr. London's been talking

to cops from all over
the city for six months.

There's no telling how many
cases she's compromised.

Yeah, but someone would
have noticed by now.

[tense music]

Ah, here she is. Hey, you.

Oh, hi.

Any idea how old this yogurt is?

Oh, I'm guessing
Reagan administration.

We need your help.

Ooh, do I get to kick in a door?

Is it hard? It's hard, right?

It's not easy, but that's
not where this is going.

Look, as a dispatcher,

you are at the nexus
of all police activity.

Have you noticed any uptick

in failed police actions lately?

Anything like, um, attempts
to locate that came up null?

Like someone warned a target.

Right, or a warrant where
the disposition was N-Nora?

Yes.

I thought I was imagining it,

but the fail rate is
up all over the city.

- How much?
- It's subtle.

Most people wouldn't
notice it, but I did.

Of course you did.

Could you pull a list for me

of everything
that's gone sideways

in the last six months

and the officers
who were attached

to those failed actions?

Absolutely. I'll
get right on it.

Oh, is there any chance I could
record all this for my podcast?

Oh, um...

- Get back to me.
- Okay.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

- She has a podcast?
- It's good.

Hmm.

- Lopez, you have a minute?
- Barely.

Look, I know you're
close with Bradford,

and I just wanted to say
none of this is personal.

It's just a job.

Is that it? I
gotta get in there.

Something break on
your John Doe murder?

No, we're juggling a lot today.

Have you ever worked on anything

connected to Christian Batista?

The money launderer?
No. You got a way in?

Too soon to tell. Thanks.

All right, how
are you with kids?

- I nannied for two years.
- Perfect.

Uh, Batista needs child
care, and his former nanny...

Our current nanny.

Is willing to sing your praises.

Wow. Okay, that's a lot.

Um, I still need to land
the job, though, right?

We can create fake references.

You should start setting
up social media now,

establish a life.
- No need.

I've actually got eight
undercover identities

that I regularly feed.

It takes, like, 12
off-duty hours to grow,

but, you know, I thought I was
gonna make detective, so...

Any of them have
nanny experience?

Uh, no, but there's one
that might work, actually.

She has no criminal
history, college graduate,

a little lost in life,

but on paper, she'll
look good to them.

- Hey, am I interrupting?
- A little. What do you need?

Well, we processed the
last of the license plates

for cars parked in
the four-block radius

around Monica's house.

All are registered to neighbors
or employees of neighbors.

So we can assume Monica's
attacker didn't drive there.

Mm-hmm, and Ubering
to a crime scene

seems not smart.

So you're thinking
there was a partner?

Yeah, and he took off when
he heard sirens coming.

Great.

What is Monica doing here?

Keep prepping.
We'll circle back.

Jumpy. I've got it.

Angela, how's baby Jack?

Not a baby anymore.
What are you doing here?

I'm sorry. How do you
two know each other?

Oh, I worked for Angela and
Wesley about a year ago.

Oh.

That'll teach me to do a
deeper dive on references.

You're working for Monica now?

- Just started.
- You know, call me crazy,

but hiring private
security indicates a worry

about impending danger.

Which would imply
that Monica thinks

she was attacked deliberately
rather than the victim

of a random burglary.

There you go again, trying
to make my trauma my fault.

But I'm the victim here.

And as such, I'm
entitled to know

about the investigation
into my attack.

Per the crime victims'
bill of rights,

you have to share the
details of my case.

[sighs]

So share.

Okay, on paper, Blair
is totally clean

modest apartment, modest car.

If she's doing
this for the money,

it's hard to see
where it's going.

Any criminal history?

Ah, just a grad school DUI

and no family with
ties to Barrio Rosa.

If we want to get more insight,

we need to talk to
people who know her.

Yeah, but we don't want
to risk tipping her off.

You know, there is
one known associate

we haven't investigated
yet... Mad Dog.

A séance. I like it.

Or we could just
search his apartment.

Right, yeah, yeah,
probably easier.

But one of these days,

you're gonna say
yes to a séance.

I got a problem.

Monica's here, and
she wants to exercise

her rights as a victim.

What exactly are we
required to tell her?

I can't answer that.

Just by you calling
me about this,

Monica could assert collusion.

I am hanging up, but I love you.

Bye.

[sighs] We're on our own.

Hmm, what else is new?

Have you identified my attacker?

- No.
- Why not?

He's not in the system.

Do you have any idea
why he targeted me?

We do not.

Was he working alone?

We don't believe so.

Why?

We're not at liberty
to say at this point.

We have to protect
sources and means.

I'll file a complaint
with the department.

Go ahead... I'm sure they
will get to it by next year.

Am I under investigation?

That information is
not within the bounds

of the Victims' Rights Act.

- That is a yes.
- That's none of your business.

Sorry, when can I expect payment

from the state victims' fund?

We'll get started on that
paperwork as soon as possible.

Great.

I expect to be apprised of
all future developments.

Of course.

We need to find John Doe's
accomplice before she does.

It's a toxic household.

They went through eight nannies

in the 12 months
before they hired me.

I would have stayed with
my last family forever,

but the kids grew up.

So here I am.

I mean, Mr. Batista
is casually cruel,

and Mrs. Batista drinks
a lot to manage it.

But, I mean, she
does love the kids.

I understand how stressful
parenthood can be,

and I see my role as
helping to alleviate that

as much as possible.

I have a perfect driving record.

I'm great with homework.

I speak Cantonese,

as well as a little
bit of Spanish.

And while I understand that
discipline is important,

a certain amount
of play is healthy

for childhood development.

Joshua, Esther, come over here.

What have I told
you about spying?

What do you say?

Both: Sorry.

Bums are sorry.

A man apologizes when
he makes a mistake.

Yes, sir. We
apologize for spying.

I'm sorry.

Go start your homework.
Both: Yes, Father.

Okay, you seem fine,
and we need someone now,

but you are on a short leash.

See the house manager
on your way out.

Yes, sir. I'm looking
forward to getting started.

Thank you.

Well, we got Pearson's
property receipt.

What did he take?

Just a few firearms,
laptop, and not much else.

What exactly are we looking for?

"Dear diary, today Blair
started blackmailing me"?

[scoffs] We should be so lucky.

All right, let's tear
this place apart.

[upbeat Latin hip-hop music]

[person rapping in Spanish]

♪

- Stay with the car.
- I can't do that.

Well, you can't come in.

I need to have a
privileged conversation.

Then I'll walk you to the door.

It's nonnegotiable.

Fine.

Gundo is expecting me.

I'm the lawyer.

Yeah.

- [indistinct]
- All right.

[slow Latin music playing]

[person singing in Spanish]

♪

Thank you for seeing me.

Oh.

You kept my nephew
out of prison.

It's the least I could do.

What do you think?

You want the truth?

[chuckles]

The truth is that, uh

it's good for my blood pressure.

I'll make this quick.

A hit man came after me.

Cops can't ID him,
and neither can I,

which means he must
be from out of town.

I need to know who sent him.

Risky move coming here.

You got a price on your
head, maybe I should collect.

I promise I'm worth
more to you alive.

[chuckles] I heard a
lot of talk about you.

You got some secret
pipeline into the LAPD,

selling information
to the highest bidder.

Wow.

You're acting like
you own this city.

Oh, no, no, no.

I have no illusions

about who really
runs these streets.

I'm simply an
information broker.

Nothing more.

I just need a name.

And I'm willing to pay
you to track it down.

Hmm.

Let's go.

[dramatic music]

- Everything okay?
- Not yet.

Ah, we struck out.

Pearson didn't take much
because there wasn't much.

Ooh, what's that?

Extensive notes on his

fantasy football draft.

Okay, so the search
is officially a bust.

Maybe not.

Here to relieve me? Thank God.

I'm way over-caffeinated.

No, I'm here to see Dr. Blair.

Is she in with a patient?
- Yeah, with Cooper from Vice.

Session should be over in a few.

It's over now.

- Um, I'm with a patient.
- Yeah.

Don, hey, I'm so sorry.

I need to talk to the
doc. I'm in crisis.

Thanks so much
for understanding.

Say hi to Helen for me.

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

Mad Dog didn't give the ops
plans to Barrio Rosa directly.

There was an
intermediary... you.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Nash will never walk
again. Mad Dog is dead.

I don't think you wanted

for either of those
things to happen.

I think you want to
do the right thing,

but you're scared.

Make a deal with us.
We can protect you.

I don't know where
you're getting this.

Found this in Mad
Dog's apartment.

It lays out everything.

Whatever is in that
notebook is a lie.

Matt was a deeply troubled man,

and I only wish I knew how
deeply before his death.

Now, I have another
patient coming.

You need to leave.

I don't think you're
running this alone, Blair.

You only started this
job six months ago.

There's no way you hatched
a plan to criminalize cops

and then developed contacts
with gangs and cartels

all on your own,

which means you're a
potential weak link.

Weak links get
fixed permanently.

I'm not the one you
need to be afraid of.

I'm your best shot at
getting out of this alive.

[door opens, closes]

[tense music]

- How did she take it?
- We're about to find out.

Hey, TSA came through
with a fingerprint match

and ID'd the John Doe
who attacked Monica...

Samuel Desta.

He came in on a
Portuguese passport

traveling with
one Andrei Gwarzo.

I pulled footage of
them in their rental car

driving away from the airport.
- New car.

Probably has satellite
radio we can track.

Technically, we
owe Monica a call

now that we have found her
attacker and his partner.

Technically, that
call should come

from the community liaison.

Who has gone home already.

Is it weird that I'm nervous
walking through the bullpen,

waiting to see which cop reacts

to your conversation with Blair?

No, I'm a little on edge too.

Okay, what if nothing happens?

What the hell were you doing
in Mad Dog's apartment?

That's my scene.

It's my case.
- I had a warrant.

If you so much as
removed a speck of dust,

you're going down
for obstruction.

Hey, hey, hey. Why are
you yelling at my guys?

- They interfered with my case!
- Then you come talk to me!

If anyone needs
discipline, I'll handle it.

Stay in your lane.

♪

Thank you for that.

- Do I want to know?
- Not yet.

Okay, so you rattled Blair,
and she called Pearson.

And he's in charge
of Mad Dog's case,

which explains why he's
gunning so hard for Tim.

Okay, so what's our next move?

We need to see how
deep this rot goes.

Did Smitty give you
Blair's patient list?

Yeah.

Let's put the fear
of God into them.

Oh, hey, Mike, really quick

as your union rep, I just
wanted to give you a heads-up

about the department
psychiatrist.

I'm just hearing
that Dr. London's

getting investigated.

I wouldn't want you to
get pulled into that.

I got a great therapist if
you need to make a change.

I'm not worried at this point.

It's probably nothing
more than a witch hunt.

But as your union rep, I
just wanted you to know

I'm looking out for you.

Oh, and vote for Nolan 2025.

[upbeat hip-hop music]

- You think it worked?
- [sighs]

I think Blair's getting a
lot of frantic phone calls.

Hopefully it'll rattle
her enough to reach out.

[door buzzes]

[indistinct chatter]

Impeccable, as always.

You did something
different. New lipstick?

New enemy.

Someone is trying to kill
me, and I need to know who.

And you're in a unique position,

being surrounded by members

of every criminal
organization in California.

Well, if you're here
for the hot prison goss,

it's gonna cost you.

What do you know?
I'm feeling generous.

I like the sound of that.

Give me the 411.

Two men came after me.

One attacked me in my home.
The other is in the wind.

What happened to the
guy who attacked you?

Dead, under mysterious
circumstances.

Nice.

What else can you tell me?

They were professionals,
not local.

Follow the money.

I don't have access
to their accounts.

Yes, but you know whoever
hired them was a criminal

who had dirty money
that he needed clean

to make the payment.

One man controls 80% of the
laundering in this city...

Christian Batista.

Okay, these answers are correct,

but is this your
best handwriting?

No eraser.

You're not getting out of
redoing it that easily.

I'll go get you another
one. Stay here, okay?

[doorbell rings]

Coming!

Can I help you?

I'm here to see
Christian Batista.

I have an appointment.

♪

Satellite radio still
got you on hold?

She told me to call back when
I had the court order number.

I told her it took 15 minutes
just to get a live person...

Yes, I'm still here.

My partner is on the phone
right now with the court clerk.

No, it's not in my email.

We'll have the number
literally in two seconds.

He's still reading it?

Can you tell him that this is

an in-progress
life-threatening event?

- Maybe five.
- Yes, exigent circumstance

yes, I will hold.

These are exigent circumstances.

Can't you override it?

No, don't call corporate
and get back to me.

It's coming right now...
literally five more seconds.

Yes, Judge Walter Gonzalez,
today's date, uh, uh,

court authorization
number 122-4-69.

Okay, got it... Judge
Walter Gonzalez,

today's date, court
authorization number 122-4-69.

GPS tracking via satellite radio

for suspect vehicle,
rental car stock...

Number LA-592B-boy.

Both: Thank you.

Whew, yes.

I'll pull up the location
for Gwarzo's vehicle.

And I'll call dispatch
and have them make

an attempt to locate event,
10-36, not for broadcast.

You're building quite a
reputation for yourself.

I hear you're selling police
reports and information

to half the criminal
organizations in town.

Smart.

Intel is the currency
of the future.

I also hear you had a recent
near-death experience.

My guess is, you're here
to see if I can tell you

who sent them.

Your guess is correct.

I don't know what to tell you.

It wasn't me.

You're a money launderer.
Everyone uses your services.

The only person with better
connections in this town is me.

Ask around. I'll make
it worth your while.

I'll see what I can do.

It was a pleasure meeting you.

Likewise.

Vera will see you out.

♪ This old man, he played one ♪

♪ He played knick-knack
on my thumb ♪

♪ With a knick-knack
paddywhack ♪

♪ Give a dog a bone

♪ This old man
came rolling home ♪

[bright music]

♪ This old man, he played two ♪

[dramatic music]

7769 Windsor Court, room
216. King's Court Motel.

You better hurry.
They're on the move now.

You have 15 minutes tops.

Hey. Thanks for helping out.

Of course. What do you need?

We're looking for this
guy, Andrei Gwarzo.

Recent photo. Unknown
criminal history.

- Is he armed?
- Yeah, almost certainly.

[engines revving]

You need to leave!

[engine revving]

Hey, you need to
get out of here now!

[engine revving]

Detain that punk.

[gunfire]

♪

[tires squealing,
engines revving]

Go after the shooter!
We got the room!

♪

Police! Open up!

♪

Clear.

Control, 2331.

Andrei Gwarzo is GOA.

♪

[grunting]

My guys held up their end.

Yeah, I never go
back on my word.

Free representation starts today

with those two kids
that got arrested.

What do you have
in mind for him?

He's gonna tell me who sent him.

You are swimming in deep water.

No one keeps their
hands clean here.

You want the name, you get it.

♪

Not a problem.

But I'm gonna need something a
lot sharper in a few minutes.

♪

Hi.

Gosh, this must be
awkward for you.

I'm the target, and
yet you're the one

that's about to be dismembered.

- Wait.
- No.

It's not
question-and-answer time.

Not yet.

I need you to know
that I mean business

when I'm talking to you,

and I need to be sure that
you're telling the truth.

♪

Take off his shoes.
- No, no!

No!

It was Monica. Has to be.

She got to him before we did.
- Yeah, but how?

- Hey, how was your day?
- Long.

- Kids are a lot.
- No, the kids were a breeze.

Monica stopping by the house
was what the issue was.

What? Is Batista a client?

It seems like they just met.

Sounds like she's got
someone after her,

and she wants him to ask around.

That's why she didn't have
Andrei killed on the spot.

She needed to torture
the name out of him.

- You working tomorrow?
- I don't know.

But with Monica
visiting the house,

my cover's not gonna
last very long.

We will get you extra backup.

We need to know what
Monica is up to.

Okay.

[cell phone chimes]

[cell phone clicking, bloops]

"Three cops came in
for emergency sessions.

"Beach umbrella emoji.
Sorry, wrong key.

"Floppy disk emoji.

Barber pole emoji. What
is wrong with this phone?"

Okay, I'm not that
great with texting,

but I'm better than this.

Much.

[lock clicks]

You've been here all
day... spying on me.

No, I just like a quality snack.

Hey.

[line trilling]

♪ The line is very fine

Nolan, we need to talk.

- Detective, you got a minute?
- Kind of busy.

It's important.

[Middle Kids' "Bend"]

♪ And I'm riding
it all the time ♪

Take a seat.

- What is this?
- Take a seat.

♪ My breath is my life

Do you want to tell
us why you accessed

the ATL for Andrei Gwarzo?

I don't answer to you.

No, you don't. You
answer to Blair London.

That's why you laid into Nolan

when he started
looking into Mad Dog,

to protect Blair.

Same reason you went
so hard after Tim.

Will this line of questioning
lead to discipline?

Absolutely.

Then I'm not saying another
word without my lawyer.

In that case, you're on
administrative leave,

effective immediately.

♪ I am one step away

I would have come
to your office.

There's a hidden camera.

That's how you
blackmailed Mad Dog

with recordings of
his therapy sessions.

I didn't think anyone
would get hurt.

You compromised investigations.

I know, but one more
drug dealer on the street

what difference does that make?

I never wanted Mad Dog to die
or Nash to end up paralyzed.

They said no one would get hurt.

- Who said that?
- I can't go to prison.

I'll tell you everything,

but I want immunity
and a new life.

If you promise full cooperation,

we can make that happen,

but you're gonna have to
tell us who you report to.

I will when I have a deal.

♪ I am one bend away

Eric Ramsey is the man after me.

Yikes.

Former client?
- No.

I don't know why
he wants me dead.

Well, you are getting
more powerful by the day.

It was just a matter of time

before somebody was
gonna take their shot.

You need to take him out
before he tries again.

That's where you come in.

Ramsey is untouchable,
heavily protected.

His home is a fortress,
and I need a way in.

Kelso. He's a dangerous man.

He was also Ramsey's right hand

until he got convicted
on drug charges.

You think he'll have insight
into Ramsey's vulnerability,

and you want me to
torture it out of him.

What's in it for me?

Name your price.

♪ To see what I'm made of

I want you to help me
break out of prison.

♪ To see what I'm made of

Deal.

[upbeat music]

♪

Damn it.