All language subtitles for The Rookie_S01E10_Flesh and Blood.English (CC)

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

Yeah. All right.
I am just parking right now,

and I will meet you
at the baggage claim.

Nonsense. Come on.
I want to come in.

Yeah, get ready for
a big, embarrassing hug.

Okay, see you in a minute.
[ Chuckles ]

-♪ Can I come over,
see you tonight? ♪
-Oh.

-♪ I promise that
you'll be feeling right ♪
-Yes.

♪ Oh, she's comin' up ♪

Nolan: No! Shoot.

-♪ Oh, Sugarfoot ♪
-[ Groans ]

Come on.

Come on, buddy.

Police.

Step away from the vehicle.
Show me your hands.

Oh, actually,
this is my truck.

Get on your knees.

Lock your fingers
behind your head.

Yeah, okay.
A little embarrassing.

I'm -- I'm actually
a cop, too.

Uh, three months
on the force.

Just -- My I.D.
is locked in the cab.

-You're a rookie?
-Yeah.

Now I know you're lying.
Get on your knees.

Do it.

[ Handcuffs rattling ]

Dad?

-♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
whoa, oh, oh ♪
-Henry!

Nolan: Welcome to L.A.

-♪ I'm gonna win for you ♪
-Ow!

That's tight.
That's tight.

♪ Like I know you want me
to do ♪

Henry: [ Chuckles ] Oh.
It's a good thing I still had

your spare key,
or you'd be in jail.

-Nolan: Airport jail.
-Henry: [ Laughs ]

Nolan: So, you sure you're okay
Ubering home from here?

Yeah, of course. I mean, you
can't be late for your shift.

But I'm not leaving
until I see you in uniform.

Yeah, this isn't
the kind of job

where we can hang out a lot,
you know?

Henry: Oh, I know.

Uh, if you don't
want me here, I can go.

Not at all. I'm just
a little under the microscope.

They literally evaluate me
at the end of every shift.

-Are you worried
I'll make you look bad?
-No, that's --

Okay, let me, um,
get a fresh start here.

Obviously, the threat
of airport jail

has me a little
off my game.

I am thrilled
to have you here, okay?

-Okay.
-Just maybe don't tell any
embarrassing stories about me.

Mm, that's gonna be hard.
There are so many.

-Really, there's not, though.
-Yeah.

My sixth birthday.
Easter 2009.

-The turducken.
-Do not tell that story.

-[ Laughing ] Oh.
-What story?

Hey! Jackson and Lucy,
this is --

-Jackson: Henry. What's up, bro?
-Lucy: Hey! Nice to see you.

-You guys know my son?
-Yeah, on, uh, social media.

Yeah, I-I followed them
after you guys

started hanging out together
at the Academy.

They followed me back.

Lucy: You know what?
That photo that you posted

earlier from the plane
was horrifying.

-Jackson: Dude, I literally
almost puked.
-Lucy: Thanks for that.

Henry: Okay, the guy in
the next aisle over

straight up cleaned his dentures
on the tray table.

-Gross.
-It was bad.

Wait, how come
you didn't tell me

you were friends with my son
on the Insta thing?

Well, it didn't seem
like a big deal.

Yeah. It's 2019, Dad.
Get with the times.

-[ Chuckles ]
-Yeah. Dad.

-[ Laughs ]
-Jackson: [ Laughs ]

-That was a good one.
-Yeah, thank you.

Yeah.

Sgt. Grey: All right.
Look alive, look alive.

Sgt. Grey: Officer Nolan,
you ready?

Nolan: -Yes, sir.
-Sgt. Grey: Good.
Now, answer me this.

What is your favorite part
about the job?

And don't say
"To make a difference."

I wasn't going to.

But it is.

-What's your least favorite?
-Oh, that's easy.

Paperwork.

Imagine how I feel.

[ Officers murmuring ]
-Captain Andersen: All right.

Most of what
a captain does is paperwork.

'Cause of that,
I feel like I've lost touch

with what being a cop
is really about.

People.

Captain Andersen:
It's not only the citizens

that we serve
and protect.

It's every single
one of you in this room.

Captain Andersen:
So, to remedy that,

I've decided Sergeant Grey and I
are gonna ride patrol today.

Tim: Together?

No. We're each gonna
ride with a rookie,

and their respective T.O.s
will pair up.

Ma'am, I'd be honored
if you'd ride with me.

That is sweet,
Officer West,

but today I'm riding
with Officer Chen.

Sergeant Grey,
I'd be honored

if you rode with
Officer West today.

That's cute,
Officer Nolan.

But you know my heart
belongs to you.

Lucky me.

Tim: Lot of weight on
your shoulders today, Boot.

Lucy:
Why? What do you mean?

Talia: Riding with the captain
is a huge responsibility.

Talia: If anything
happens to her, well...

Talia: I don't even know how
to finish that sentence.

Tim: I do.
Andersen gets a scratch,

and you'll be working
motor pool in Sylmar

till you die of
carbon monoxide poisoning.

Jackson: Why do you think Lucy
and Nolan got picked over me?

Two words --
body odor.

I'm serious.

It means something,
doesn't it?

Andersen's clearly
playing favorites

-riding with Lucy.
Maybe.

But do you really think Nolan
is Grey's favorite?

-No.
-Then stop worrying so much.

[ Cellphone buzzes ]
-Leave me alone!

-Okay. Dropping it.
-Not you.

[ Sighs ] My phone.

Or, rather, my mom.
-What'd she do?

She wants to know
if I'm bringing a date

to my brother's wedding.

That sounds...

reasonable.

Not when there's
extras on it.

-Meaning?
-If I don't bring a date,

she'll spend the whole night
trying to set me up

-with the best man, Hugo.
-Mm.

I'm guessing
Hugo's not your type.

He smells like
kitty litter.

And I don't even think
he owns a cat.

Spent my niece's baptism

bragging about
how much he squats.

Maybe he squats
kitty litter.

You're not helping.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Nolan: Hey.
Sorry to keep you waiting.

What do you think?

Henry: Awesome.
[ Laughs ] Oh.

That belt looks
super uncomfortable, though.

Yeah, I have a bruise where
the gun digs into my hip.

You made a friend.
-Henry: Yeah.

Dominique was just giving me
the scoop on this place.

Her dad works here.
-Oh, really?

Yeah. He's the
watch commander.

Your dad
is Sergeant Grey?

Sgt. Grey: Officer Nolan.
Why aren't you getting our gear?

I was just getting my son
squared away.

He just flew in this morning
from college.

-Dominique?
-Hey, Dad.

You forgot I was interning
here today, didn't you?

No.

I intern at different
divisions on Saturdays.

-Oh, for college.
-Sgt. Grey: High school.

My daughter's a senior
in high school.

Wait, why did you tell
Henry's dad to get your gear?

Are you riding patrol?

Captain's orders.

Really?

-Does Mom know?
-Haven't told her yet.

Well, I'm happy
not to tell her, too.

Long as you don't tell her about
that "C" I got in Macrobiology.

You know that's not the way
we do things in our house.

-So that's a "No"?
-We'll talk about it later.

-Officer Nolan, let's go.
-Nolan: Yes, sir.

It's a 12-hour shift,
so I'll probably be late.

-Okay.
-Oh, he can stay here
with me if he wants.

That way, you two
can have lunch together.

That's okay,
right, Dad?

-Sure.
-Henry: Great.

Yeah. You can tell me all the
things my dad doesn't want me

to know about his new job.
-[ Laughs ]

-Great.
-Here. Give me some of these.

Henry: [ Chuckles ]
I'll help you.

-Dominique: I would say
there's a lot of stuff.
-Henry: Give me a little bit.

-So, you didn't get the gear?
-Neither did you.

Do I look
like your boot?

-You were once.
-Talia: For two weeks.

A long time ago.

So unless you have
a time machine,

it looks like
we're at an impasse.

[ Scoffs ]

I have an idea.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
What are you doing?

Oh, um, Officer Bradford
told me

to set up their shop,
as well, so I'm just...

Bradford, Bishop!

Yes, Captain?

Officer Chen
is my boot today.

Is that
perfectly clear?

-Yes, ma'am.
-Get your gear.

Thanks.

You want to quiz me
on procedure?

Do I look like
a game show host to you?

Go find some crime.

Make a difference
in our community today.

Maybe we should head for
a rougher part of town.

Are you saying
only crime happens

in low-income neighborhoods,
Officer Nolan?

No, sir.

[ Tires screech in distance ]

Oh, all right.

Here we go.
Vehicle code violation.

Ooh.
What's your PC?

Uh, well,
take your pick.

We have, uh, broken taillight,
obstructed view...

Nolan: ...driving
all over the place.

Pull her over?

Are you asking me
or telling me?

[ Siren wailing ]

Nolan: Control,
this is 7-Adam-15.

Nolan: We are on a car stop,
Toluca Lake and Ponca.

Nolan: California plate
Tom-Union-Frank.

George-Robert-
Adam-Nora-Yellow.

How close are you
supposed to park

to a suspect vehicle,
Officer Nolan?

Oh. Uh, one car length,
more or less.

[ Beeping ]
-Sorry.

[ Engine revs ]

Is this
a felony stop now?

No, sir. Sorry.

Still probably
a little too...

[ Beeping ]

[ Engine revs ]

That's it.

-This is embarrassing.
-I'm feeling
a little nervous.

-Are you happy
with your positioning?
-I'm --

Shouldn't I be?

It's non-tactical.

The engine block should be
positioned at an angle

just in case we have
to take cover behind it.

Sir,
she's an elderly woman.

-You don't agree?
-I think you should plan
for the worst.

-Right.
-But if you're happy
with it, fine.

[ Car door closes ]

Nolan: Hello, there, ma'am.

Nolan:
Uh, looks like you were swerving
around the street a little bit,

and I noticed you have
a broken taillight.

Can we talk
on the sidewalk?

I don't like
you standing out there

in the street like that.
It's so dangerous.

-Nolan: Of course.
Give you a hand?
-Yeah.

-Careful.
-[ Sighs ]

-[ Sighs, laughs ]
-All right. Nice and easy,
nice and slow.

Yeah. You know,

I haven't
had a ticket in 25 years.

You seem
like a nice man.

Can you just let me off
with a warning?

Just this once?

Make a decision, Boot.

-I don't see why not.
-Gladys: [ Sighs ]

Just do me a favor --
get that brake light fixed,

and if you're gonna
pick a side of the road,

make sure
it's the right side.

Officer Nolan.

Have you identified
everyone in the vehicle?

Oh, that's just my son.
He's sleeping.

Sir, can you step
out of the car?

Gladys:
He wasn't even driving.

Gladys: W-Why do you need
to talk to him?

I just need to identify
everyone in the vehicle.

-Sir.
[ Knocks on window ]

Step out of the car
for me, would you? Thanks.

Oh. W-Whoa.

Labor must
have been hell.

Sir, I, uh, need your name
and date of birth, please.

Don't tell him
a damn thing.

Ma'am, he's required by law
to give me that information.

Run, Bryce!

-[ Grunts ]
-Don't even think about it.

[ Nolan groaning ]
-Sgt. Grey:
Hands over your head.

-Bryce: [ Groans ]
-Sgt. Grey: You, too, Grandma.

-Sgt. Grey: Officer Nolan.
-Nolan: Uh-huh?

-How you doing?
-Good.

[ Siren wailing ]

[ People arguing in Farsi,
clattering ]

Hello?

Police!

[ Arguing continues ]

[ Vase shatters,
woman shouts ]

Captain Andersen:
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Captain Andersen:
Hey! Hey, enough!

I'll call
for an interpreter.

[ Speaking Farsi ]
You both need to calm down
and tell me what's going on.

- She doesn't care about
anything we had together.

- This man is not leaving
my house, throw him out!

-One at a time please.

Do you speak English?

[ Speaking Farsi ]

[ Speaking English ]
Yes.

Our marriage
is over.

I made a mistake
of telling him

he could come by
and get a few things.

Then he starts
destroying the whole house!

Nothing we shared matters
to her anymore.

I love you, Mehrnaz.
Why are you throwing us away?

I cannot keep doing this
with you, Dariush.

[ Speaking Farsi ]

Sir, clearly,
you're in a lot of pain,

but what you need to do
is get a lawyer, see a judge,

and they will help you
to divide your property.

Lawyers? Judges?

Strangers!

My wife is leaving me.

My life is over.

Ma'am, do you want
to press charges?

No.
I just want him out.

Captain Andersen:
Officer Chen, can you escort
Mr. Ghorbani outside, please?

Come on.

[ Sighs ]

Lucy: Hey!

He's got a gun
in the master bedroom.

Officer Chen,
there's a gun upstairs!

Stay right there.

[ Door slams, lock clicks ]

-What do we do?
-Straddle the door.

Talk him out of there.
Try not to get shot.

Mr. Ghorbani,
I need you to come out now.

[ Door handle rattles ]

[ Speaking Farsi ]
Mr. Ghorbani, I know
you're upset...

but this won't solve
any problems, come out.

[ Gunshot, thud ]

[ Gun rattles ]

Captain Andersen in English:
Uh, so, it's just all the way up
these stairs and straight back.

Thank you.

All units, be advised,
we're Code 4 here.

Situation's
under control.

[ Speaking Farsi ]

Is this my fault?

Should I have given him
another chance?

You couldn't have known that
he was gonna react like that.

There's no way.

My mother
is still in Iran.

She told me
to work things out,

that marriage is sacred.

But we were so unhappy.

[ Sobs ]
It's just --

You know, my mother
said the same thing to me

when my marriage ended.

She lives in La Cañada.

You can't control
how people are gonna react.

I wish we could.

[ Sirens wailing in distance ]

Captain?
Reinforcements just showed up.

Jackson: Captain.
Anything we can do to help?

Yeah. You can get your ass
back out on the street

and handle some calls.

We heard
there were shots fired.

Did you also hear Officer Chen
put out the all-clear?

Did you think you were gonna pop
by for a little moral support?

Did you want to come inside,
maybe check the fridge?

No, ma'am.
I-I just figured --

The woman inside just watched
her husband take his own life.

I don't think she's in the mood
to host a party.

What do you think?

Understood.

We'll go back out
on patrol. Sorry.

I think they were
just trying to help.

-We didn't need it.
-Yeah. I --

I let the guy
get upstairs.

Yes, you did.

He's not dead
because of that.

[ Buzzer ]
-Nolan: That lady
is crazy strong.

And who'd have thought she'd
have more outstanding warrants

than her
Sasquatch kid?

[ Chuckling ]
By the way you're walking,

I'd say she could kick
field goals for the Rams.

Don't remind me.

[ Sighs ]

She does this
on purpose.

Just to push
my buttons.

Well,
that's what kids do.

So, why wouldn't your wife be
happy with you riding patrol?

My wife
is not your concern.

And after your performance
this morning,

I'd say you need
to focus on the job.

Yes, sir.

Let's go.

Jackson: I mean,
how could we not respond?

Jackson: It was
a shots-fired call.

Did the captain
ask for backup?

-No. But --
-But nothing.

She's not
a damsel in distress.

If that were Grey,
would you have insisted

we ride in
like the cavalry?

And now you created
a real problem,

instead of the fake one
you made up in your head.

[ Footsteps approaching ]

Wesley: Stop that guy!
He's getting away!

Hey, stop!

-Let go of me.
-Calm down.

Calm down? I was just chasing
the guy that stole my briefcase,

but you let him get away.

And, by the way, you're supposed
to identify yourself

before you engage
a suspect.

"A," I had no way
of knowing

you were the victim here,
and "B,"

I didn't have time
to identify myself

due to the immediacy
of the situation.

Try that on someone
who isn't a lawyer.

Do you want to file a report
on your briefcase

or keep telling me
how to do my job?

Well, I don't
have all day,

so I guess
I'll file a report.

Jackson: How about I take care
of the report

and you go
enjoy your coffee?

I have a locator in my
briefcase.

If we go now,
I can track it.

Yeah, we can't
just wander around

on a scavenger hunt.

Okay, can you give us
a second, please?

Yeah.

Look, maybe
we should help him.

Otherwise, I bet
he'll file a complaint.

Fine. But if he gives me
any more attitude,

he's gonna
taste pepper spray.

-Lopez: Let's go.
-Jackson: Let's go.

Yeah.
This is gonna go great.

Tim: All right. I'll be contact,
you be cover.

You don't trust me
to be contact?

Fine. You be contact,
I'll be cover.

Don't do me
any favors.

-What's going on?
-You called 911 --

-But you said --
-Said I was gonna be con--

Never mind.

-Go ahead.
-Okay. What's the problem?

Margaret: We've had
some recent break-ins.

We had one last night.

I went to do
laundry just now,

and someone's hiding
in the basement.

-Are you sure it's not a tenant?
-Yes.

I shouted, and
he didn't say anything.

But I know
he is still down there.

Okay. We'll check it out.
Go wait in your apartment.

[ Keys jingle ]

-Downward-facing stairway --
-Stairway, downward facing --

-I'm calling this.
-Of course you are.

Tim: I do have
more experience.

You take point, Officer Bishop.
I'll hook left.

Talia: Oh, so now it's
"Officer Bishop," huh?

Mm. Fine. After you.

-LAP--
-Police.

-Tim: LAPD!
-Talia: Police!

Looks clear so far.
You just keep holding point.

It's a box, Tim.
There's no one here.

Stick to the S.O.P.s,
just like I taught you.

"Standard Operating Procedures"
also means use common sense.

My T.O. after you
was big on common sense.

Officer Belgrave's
safety tactics are for crap.

Oh, here we go.
The great SWAT debate.

There's no debate. There's
a right way and a wrong way.

[ Clattering ]
-Tim: He's in there.

You breach the door.
I'll take point from here.

Dynamic entry. Remember to get
clear of the fatal funnel.

You breach the door.
I breached the last one.

And we should use the "wedge
and slow search" technique.

[ Scoffs ]

[ Clattering ]

Behind the panel.

Suspect.

LAPD.
We hear you in there.

Slowly open the door
and show us your hands.

Control, 7-Adam-15,

we have a possible 459 suspect
at our location.

Send us
another unit.

Why'd you call
for backup?

If we can't handle one mope,
we shouldn't be doing this job.

-What if it's not just a mope?
-If it's not a mope,

he wouldn't
be hiding in there.

-Now, breach that door.
-What for?

He's not going anywhere.
Time's on our side.

Officer Bishop,
do I need to remind you

I'm senior officer
on scene?

Which means
I'm in charge.

Now, breach that door.

[ Spray hisses ]
-Aah! Aah!

-What? What?
-Aah!

Skunk, skunk!

Oh, hell no!

[ Grunts ]

Rob: You don't even have a
parking permit. Move your car.

Javier: Well, what are you
gonna do, make me?

Rob: I got to make you?
What, are you 12 years old?

Rob: Look how you parked
the car, my man!

Rob: Take my keys
and do it for me.

Captain Andersen: Gentlemen.

Rob: Oh, you gonna walk because
the police is here now?

Captain Andersen: Gentlemen!!
Hey, hey, hey.

What seems
to be the problem?

This is my spot.

Screw that.
He stole it from me.

Javier: Man, the hell I did.
I got here first,

and he cut me off.

Okay. Okay.
I-I don't understand.

It's a parking spot.
Just get another one.

My daughter
is having a party.

I have the cake
in the trunk.

All right. The game's about to
start. I got the beer all ready.

-Screw your daughter.
-Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey! Whoa!
-Get on the ground.

Get on the ground right now.
Hands behind your back.

♪ ...bushwhacked for
acting tough, jack 'em up ♪

♪ Even if his album's
double platinum, what? ♪

-♪ You ain't heard that I'm hard
to be impressed? ♪
-Stay.

♪ Trying to pardon me for press
with your R&B cassettes? ♪

I got him.

♪ I do it for the love ♪

Captain Andersen: Roll.
Left foot under right knee.

♪ From computers to the clubs ♪

Captain Andersen: Let's go.

[ Gags ] How was I supposed to
know there was a skunk in there?

Oh. If we had done
a wedge and a slow search,

you would've seen
from a safe distance.

Give me the keys.
Let me drive.

I'll get us there faster.
-Forget that.

There's no way I'm letting you
in my shop smelling like that.

Then what the hell
am I supposed to do?

Oh, now you want
my advice.

Well, here it is.
Call a cab.

[ Coughs ]

Jackson: So, what's in the
briefcase that's so important?

Wesley:
Handwritten depositions.

If I lose them,
my client could go to jail.

Lopez: Maybe your client
belongs in jail.

-Why handwritten?
-Protects my clients' privacy.

I don't trust the cloud
with anything important.

[ Cellphone beeps ]
-Wait, wait.

He should be
right around the corner.

Wesley: Hey.

Lopez:
Police! Stop!

-[ Grunts ]
-[ Man grunts ]

Wesley:
Hey, hey. Take it easy.

-What?
-You don't have to be so rough.

You're criticizing
my arrest?

'Cause I was expecting
a thank-you

for getting
your briefcase back.

The law defines excessive force
as a use of force

greater than that
which a reasonable officer

would use
under the circumstances.

-He makes a good point.
-Nobody's talking to you.

Are you gonna
read him his rig--

I will if you shut up
for a minute.

Jackson: I'll do it.
-[ Sighs ]

What the hell
is your problem?

For starters,
your blatant disregard

-for the man's civil rights.
-That man is a criminal

I apprehended
based on your description.

You're a police officer.

Why am I describing due process
to you?

You don't need
to describe anything to me.

Mm-hmm. Three words --
protect and serve.

-Two words -- shut up.
-Wesley: I'm not gonna shut up.

-Wesley:
You do something dumb...
-Oh, wow.

They really
dig each other, huh?

-Are you crazy?
-No, no.

Look how close
they're standing.

-I want to slap you in the face.
-Yeah, you --

My ex and I used to scream
at each other just like that.

-It was hot.
-Wesley: Go ahead.
I can take it.

-Huh.
-Wesley: I'm a witness to that.

Dispatch: Wilshire units,
415 possible assault

at 7293 Citrus, apartment 601.

Nolan: How much of the job
do you share with your family?

Nolan: Only because
the social aspect of being a cop

is a vital part
of my education.

I share what I can.

It's a lot easier now that
I'm anchored at the station.

What do you mean,
what you can?

What we do isn't normal,
Officer Nolan.

Situations we find
ourselves in --

Sharing too much can be
counterproductive.

-For them or for you?
-Both.

Here we go.

Oh, it's about time.

It's like World War III
next door.

The arguing,
the fighting.

Nolan: Ma'am,
I don't hear anything.

Oh, not now.
Probably killed each other.

Sgt. Grey: Okay.
We'll check it out, ma'am.

If you don't mind going
to your apartment, please?

Sgt. Grey: Thank you.

Open up. Police.

You want me
to kick it in?

-Are you saying I can't?
-No.

I mean yes. I --

Step aside.

[ Door rattles ]

[ Sighs ]

Wow.

Neighbor wasn't kidding.

-Check his pulse.
-Nolan: Right.

[ Screaming ]

-Nolan!
-[ Screams ]

[ Grunting ]

-[ Screams ]
[ Crash ]

Give me your hands!
Hands!

[ Handcuffs clicking ]
-Relax.

[ Shouts ]

What the hell was that?

That's my baby brother, man!

[ Sighs ]

[ Vehicles passing ]

The classes are
the easiest part of college.

It's the other stuff
that's hard to get used to.

Like the fact there's
nobody to do your laundry.

[ Laughs ] Exactly.

Oh. Independence is
a double-edged sword.

Seriously, though,
if you have any more questions,

I'm happy to give you
the scoop anytime.

I just might
take you up on that.

So, why is it
such a big deal

that your dad's
out riding patrol?

He got shot when
I was in middle school.

Almost died.

Took him a few months
to get back on his feet,

even longer than that
to feel like Dad again.

So, I'm assuming having
our kids see us like this

-would be counterproductive?
-Very.

So, we'll just hit the locker
room and get cleaned up first.

Too late.

If I hadn't seen you
like this, would you have
told me about the fight?

Yeah.

No.

[ Stammers ]
Look. It's not a big deal.

It was a little scuffle.

And my job is to protect you
from the bad things,

which includes some of
what I do on the job.

I'm not
a kid anymore, Dad.

I'm going to college
in a few months.

Are you gonna shadow me
across campus?

Don't think I haven't
considered it.

Look, I'm trying. Okay?

But to me,
you're still my baby girl.

No, I'm not, Dad.

That's just how
you want to see me.

Well, you wanted
to see me in uniform.

Don't.
It's not funny.

You were literally
covered in blood.

Yeah, but
somebody else's blood.

Uh, t-this job, Henry,
i-it's hard to talk about. It --

Harder even than that "birds
and the bees" conversation.

I'm on the outside
of your new life.

Part of it is
because I went to college.

But you're the one
who changed everything.

Henry:
My whole life growing up,

Henry: you got up
and you went to work

and you came home
every night,

and I never had to worry
that you wouldn't.

But now you're a cop,
and every time the phone rings,

I panic

and think
something's happened.

Henry, I'm sorry.
I didn't know.

Because I haven't
said anything.

Because you're happy

for the first time
in a long time.

Hey, that's not true.
I was happy.

No, you weren't.

The last
few years with Mom,

you both thought
you were protecting me,

but I could feel it.

I hated that I was
the one responsible

for you both
being so miserable.

Hey, now. Your mom and I had
our share of problems,

but we were always on
the same page about you.

You were the one thing
we did right.

Mostly.

Look, h-how about
I change uniforms

and we go
get something to eat?

I'm not hungry.

I shouldn't have ducked.

Relax.
It was instinct.

I should've been
the one to duck.

Guess
I'm a little rusty.

Well, it's understandable.

I mean, you're stuck in
your office most of the day.

Actually, um,
I didn't always push a desk.

You know, I was
in Marine Corps -- MOS 5803.

Military police.

That's where I learned
how to speak Farsi.

Well, I didn't know
you were in the Marines.

I-I thought
that you were just

from another department
back east somewhere.

Did a year
as Pentagon Police,

Criminal Investigation
Directorate.

Then I moved back home --
joined the LAPD.

Moved up quickly
because of my experience,

but that means I didn't
move through the ranks
with these guys,

so they don't see me as a cop,
only as a boss.

You should tell people
about that.

You sure as hell wouldn't have
cops flying in to rescue you.

You don't tell people that
you're a badass, Officer Chen.

Just got to show 'em.

Hey, not
for nothing, lady,

-that shiner's pretty badass.
-Shut your mouth.

Don't say anything
without your lawyer present.

[ Buzzer ]

You're doing this
to mess with us, right?

The guy robbed you.

Look, the theft
of my briefcase

and the use of force
you used to apprehend him

are two
separate events.

The wonderful thing
about our legal system

is we both have rights.

Whoa.

What?

Captain took
a shot to the face.

All right, all right.
Show's over.

Everybody get back to work.

-Thank you.
[ Cellphone beeping ]

Bad news?

Uh, no, I just got to get
these stats to the Chief.

You know, actually, um, do you
mind processing our friend

till I get this done,
and then we'll head back out?

Well, I'm fine if you need
to stay here, ma'am.

I've got plenty of paperwork
to do, so...

I appreciate that,
but...

I've made a practice of
finishing what I've started.

Lopez: You need to go wait out
in the bullpen.

-What happened?
-I ducked.

Lopez:
Oh, so he's your client now?

Wesley: Until his regular
counsel shows up, yeah.

Is that a problem?

What's going on with
Lopez and that guy?

-Wesley: Are you okay?
-It's been a weird day.

-Wesley: You seem very stressed.
-Mm-hmm.

How you doing, Miller?

Can I get
your walk-in reports?

I got to update
the stat sheets.

I got a question.

Somebody will be with you
in just a minute.

I need some information
regarding prison sentencing.

What's your question?

How much prison time
for a bar fight?

Depends on the severity
of the, uh, injuries

and your previous record.
Why are you asking?

Is murder really the only
guarantee for a life sentence?

Just get out?

Yeah, a couple weeks ago.

Let me guess.
You were in there a long time.

You having trouble, uh,
adjusting on the outside?

Nah.

I'm good. I'm good.

You walk into a police station
asking questions about murder,

you most certainly
are not good.

I strongly advise you
not to do anything stupid.

Don't worry about it.

I know exactly
what I'm doing.

Let me see your hands!

[ Woman whimpering ]

Razor: I kill her,

I go back inside
forever.

Man: He's got a gun!

-Razor: I'll kill her.
-Captain Andersen: All right.

Captain Andersen:
Look at me. Hey, hey!

You don't want to do this.
You don't have to do this.

I told you.

I'll do anything
to go back inside.

Trust me,
you're going back in.

I'm not looking
to do a short fall.

I can't handle it
out here.

Okay. I get that,
I get that.

You got a little
too much freedom.

I felt the exact same way
after I left the Corps.

Used to being told
where to go,

what to do, when to eat,
when to sleep. Come on.

She shouldn't have
to suffer 'cause you're
going through a crisis.

She didn't sign up for that.
Put the gun down.

Bitch, I don't care
what she signed up for.

You pull that trigger, I
got half a dozen cops who
are gonna light you up,

-and I know you don't want that.
-Shut up!

Okay. Okay.

I just -- I have one more --
one more question.

In your previous crimes,
did you...

...use a gun?

What? Why?

You got
your safety on.

[ Grunting ]

-Captain Andersen: Get her!
-Man: Come on, come on.

Captain Andersen: [ Grunts ]
Get the gun.

I got it, Captain.

-Man: Turn him over!
-Razor: [ Grunting ]

-Holy crap.
-What?

It's a Glock.
There's no external safety.

You charged
a live weapon.

Told you Captain
could take care of herself.

[ Door opens ]

Tim: What the hell
happened here?

Oh, my --

Um,
did you get skunked?

Nolan:
I don't know what to do.

You should've seen
the look on his face.

Trust me. I saw
a version of it in my office.

At least your daughter has
lived with this her whole life.

I mean, I just threw Henry
into the deep end. I had no...

I never thought once about how
my choice was gonna affect him.

It was so much easier
when she was younger.

-Tell me about it.
[ Both chuckles ]

Let this be
our one and only

heart-to-heart moment,
Officer Nolan.

John.

Officer Nolan
is fine.

Yeah.

[ Explosion ]

-What the hell was that?
[ Siren wailing ]

7-Adam-15,
explosion on Walton

between 29th and 30th.

Need backup, airship,
RA, LAFD.

Send the works.

[ Horn honking, alarm blaring ]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Honking, blaring continue ]

-That's gas.
-Looks like the main's blown.

Probably venting
into that house.

-Nolan: You all right?
-Man: [ Coughing ]

Is there anybody
left inside?

-Man: [ Weakly ] Yeah.
-Nolan: Sir.

Sgt. Grey:
Hey, Nolan, without a mask,

you won't
make it 10 steps.

You okay?
You got him? Thank you.

Give me one.

What would your wife say?

Man, give me the damn rag!

[ Alarm beeping ]
-Sgt. Grey: Check upstairs.

♪ Colors are changing
on the trees ♪

♪ It's the greatest time
of year ♪

Is anyone here?

[ Coughing ]

[ Coughing ]

-Man: I got her. I got her.
-Sgt. Grey: [ Coughing ]

-Is that everyone?
-I don't think so. [ Coughs ]

I saw two backpacks in there.
Wait here.

-Let's go.
-[ Coughing ]

[ Alarm beeping,
both coughing ]

♪ Come on along
to my backyard ♪

♪ We'll jump
in a pile of leaves ♪

♪ Bring all your friends,
come one and all ♪

[ Music slows, distorts ]

[ Coughing ]

[ Sirens approaching ]

Nolan: Here you go.

[ Coughing ]

The other police officer,
did he come out?

-Woman #1: No.

-Woman #1: No, he didn't.
-Man: No, Officer.

[ Coughs ]

[ Alarm beeping ]

Grey?

[ Coughs ]

Grey. Grey!

Come on, man.
You've got to wake up.

[ Grunting ]

[ Coughing ]

Come on, Grey.
[ Coughing ]

Grey!

It got real important
that you get up, buddy!

Grey!

[ Coughs ]

Come on.

Come on.

[ Grunts ]

Come on. Come on.

[ Indistinct radio chatter ]

[ Both coughing,
helicopter blades whirring ]

Oh, man.

Let me guess. You have another
complaint you'd like to file.

No more complaints.
I promise.

Wesley: Look, I graduated
from Whittier Law School.

Night classes,
paid my own way.

Needless to say,
there was never gonna be

a-a fancy downtown firm
at the end of that rainbow.

This feels like another thing
you're trying to blame on me.

Not at all.
No, I like renting an office

above
an Ethiopian restaurant.

Look, I'm scrappy, okay?

I really love
representing the little guy.

But...

today, my tenacity...

it clouded my judgment.

Are you trying
to argue an apology?

No. I'm sorry.

You were trying to help me,

even though you really
didn't want to,

and I appreciate that.

So thank you for getting
my briefcase back.

You're welcome.

And I'd like
to take you to dinner.

Let me guess --
Ethiopian?

God, no,
that place is a dump.

[ Chuckles ]

Do you own
a nice suit?

No, a nice suit.

Yeah. Why?

I need a date for my brother's
wedding next Saturday.

It's bold
for a first date.

Yeah.

Maybe it should
be our second.

Buy me a drink?

-I would love to.
-All right.

Dominique: You sure
you're feeling okay?

Yeah, yeah.

But maybe you can
help me explain

-what happened to your mother.
-Yeah. [ Laughs ]

But we should probably stop
for flowers on the way home.

I'm driving.

[ Sighs ]

And your
Macrobiology grade?

Definitely should save that
conversation for another day.

♪ Starin' at a place unknown ♪

♪ Nowhere's harder ♪

♪ Nowhere's harder ♪

-Hey.
-I'm not talking to you.

I shouldn't
have left you.

♪ Begging you please... ♪

Yeah. You should have.

-I was an ass.
-Yeah, you were.

♪ No, it's not enough ♪

Go on.

♪ An ode that we sing
is bittersweet ♪

I-I still see you
as the rookie I trained.

But you're not that
anymore.

You're gonna be
one kick-ass detective.

Thanks.

But I'm gonna take a beat
on that last part.

Since when?
You -- You got the Tap.

Yeah, I know.
I just -- I...

I'm not ready
to give up patrol yet.

And I still have things
I want to accomplish as a P3.

-And a rookie to train.
-And you'll miss the streets.

-♪ Starin' at the West Coast ♪
-Yeah, maybe I will.

♪ Starin' at a place unknown ♪

Don't tell me
I just passed

some ridiculous
Tim Bradford test.

-♪ Nowhere's harder ♪
-I won't.

But you did.

-♪ Starin' at a place unknown ♪
-Hey.

-♪ Nowhere's harder ♪
-Talia: Tomato juice.

You still smell
really, really bad.

[ Chuckles ]

♪ Lifting my hopes again ♪

♪ But there's no more
room to pretend ♪

Hey. Is this a bad time?

No. Come in.

♪ Now that I see the end ♪

I just wanted to say
I really enjoyed

riding patrol
with you today.

Lucy: I learned a lot,

Lucy: and it wasn't
just about police work.

Um, I'm really sorry
if I let you down.

Officer Chen,

you know why I chose
to ride with you today?

No, ma'am.

♪ Starin' at the West Coast ♪

Because you impress me.

Don't get me wrong.

You've got a lot
to learn.

But I'm proud to have you
under my command.

And I'd ride with you
any day.

♪ Starin' at a place unknown ♪

-♪ Nowhere's harder ♪
-Thank you.

-♪ Nowhere's harder ♪
-See you tomorrow.

♪ Starin' at the West Coast,
starin' at a place unknown ♪

-♪ Nowhere's harder ♪
-Nolan: I love my job.

I mean,
I truly love my job,

and I believe
in what I'm doing.

Henry, I love you more, and
if you can't handle my job --

Dad, stop.

I would never ask you
to walk away from this.

I'm not asking
for specifics, but...

I need to know
you're okay.

And the son
becomes the father.

We're like a real-life
Cat Stevens song.

Before your time.

How 'bout this?

At the end
of every shift,

I send you a text
to let you know I'm okay.

So like
a-a safe word.

Exactly.

No. Wait.

How do you know
about safe words?

Hm. You really
want to know?

-No. Abort.
-[ Chuckles ]

All right, then,
what's our word gonna be?

Turducken.

Perfect.

Oh, man.

That poor cat.