All language subtitles for The Rookie_S01E19_The Check list.English (CC)

Dispatch:
7-Adam-15, silent alarm,
801 North Heatherly.

Respond Code 2-High.

[ Tires screech ]

[ Car door closes ]

We got an I.D.
on the homeowner?

Talia: Nope. Listed to
a holding company.

[ Handle clicks ]

Police!

Bishop?

[ Dog barking ]

Hey! Hi.

Oh, thank God.

I've been stuck up here
for almost an hour.

Talia: Control, send LAFD
to our location.

We got a guy in a tree.

I have
so many questions,

starting with "How?"
and ending with "Why?"

I missed
the landing zone.

That's obvious.

Excuse me.

What are you guys doing
on my property?

Do you guys
have a warrant?

We got a call.

Uh, silent alarm.

And what are you doing
in my tree, bro?

He missed
the landing zone.

Yeah, that's obvious.

Actually, I was aiming
for Selena Gomez's house.

Uh, Selena Gomez
doesn't live here.

She li--

I-I can't tell you
where Selena Gomez lives.

Wait.
Are you stalking Selena?

Stalking's
such an ugly word.

Will.i.am: Parachuting into
somebody's backyard

is, like,
kind of psycho, bro.

You need to check yourself
before you wreck yourself.

Does that mean you don't want
to press charges?

Nah. Just get him
off my property A.S.A.P.

You got it.

♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
whoa, oh, oh ♪

[ Whispering ] Oh, my God,
that's Will.i.am!

[ Whispering ]
That's so cool.

♪ Like I know
you want me to do ♪

[ Rapping ] ♪ Y'all can stay
locked in the struggle ♪

♪ I been out back-flipping,
dawg, I go hard ♪

♪ Watch what you say
out your muzzle ♪

-[ Echoing ]
♪ I've had it up ♪
-Phew!

Oh, geez!

-[ Exhales sharply ]
That's not creepy at all.
-[ Velcro ripping ]

It arrived.

[ Exhales ]
What did?

Oh, the Ferrari?

V-12,
single overhead cam,

0 to 60
before you can blink.

Oh, I don't know, man.
I can blink pretty fast.

Come with me
to pick it up.

[ Laughs ]
Oh, okay.

Oh. Wait a second.

You just want
to use my badge

so you can open it up
on the freeway.

-No! No!
-[ Laughs ]

Sorry, buddy.
No dice.

Besides, I got to get into work
early, check on Bishop.

She has her DRP tomorrow
for her PHQ violation.

-The what for the what?
-Nolan: Oh.

Disciplinary Review Panel
for leaving her foster brother

off of her
Personal History Questionnaire

when she joined
the department.

Guy had
a criminal record.

Is that a big deal?

Well, she could be fired for
lying on an official document.

Oh, that's rough.

I can see why you're taking your
frustrations out on the bag.

Well, 'cause Bishop
says there's nothing
I can do to help her.

-That's your problem,
you know.
-Nolan: Oh, good.

I was hoping we could make this
about my inadequacies.

No, I'm serious.

You have a pathological need
to fix things for people,

even when you know
there's nothing you can do.

No, I don't.

I -- Okay, look,
I simply refuse to believe

that there's never
not a solution.

That's, like,
a triple negative.

So, tell me,
Mr. Fixit --

does Bishop
even want your help?

Why wouldn't she?

Because you're a rookie --
bottom of the food chain.

Nothing you think or say matters
inside the department.

Especially with
the Chief of Police --

who personally decides
Talia's punishment.

Sounds a little harsh.

Harsh as it is, you got to stay
focused on yourself right now.

We got a six-month exam
in the next week,

and we got to ace it
in order to move on

to the next stage
of our training.

Where we'll still be riding
with our T.O.s

for, what,
another seven months?

Yeah. But we'll get
more freedom.

And no more
daily evaluations.

Otherwise, it's back
to the starting line,

and you're the rookie
who got held back.

Or worse.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Groans ]

What's with the glasses?

Uh, I realized I need to start
having more fun with the job,

stop taking everything
so seriously.

Sgt. Grey:
All right, listen up.

Got some bad news
for our rookies.

Thanks to Detective Jenkins
being placed on the Brady List,

the department is
tightening the rules

regarding
the Field Training program.

Bottom line -- every recruit
now has to complete

the "training and experience"
checklist as a primary officer

before they'll be allowed
to take the six-month exam.

Tim:
You got to be kidding.

I don't let my rookies be
primary until the second month.

Lopez: If our recruits
experience an event,

it shouldn't matter
if they were primary.

It's not fair to them
or us.

I agree.

But this is "cover your ass"
time for the department.

When the city gets sued,
the first thing they look at

is the officer training
and experience.

They've decided
that experience can't just be

"I was standing there,
too."

We can't start this
with the next round of
recruits?

The LAPD is a bureaucracy,
Officer Bishop.

The last thing they care about
is a bunch of rookies.

So, how do we know
how many cases we owe?

Putting your listening ears on,
Officer Chen,

'cause I'm about
to tell you.

To complete your checklist,

you still needed to be primary
on an auto theft,

carjacking, ethical dilemma,
meth possession,

a false I.D.,
assault on a peace officer,

and damage
to city property.

-That's...like,
seven things.
-What about us?

Officer West needs
a high-risk crowd control,

meth possession,
and a carjacking.

Piece of cake, boss.

I mean "Sir."

I'm afraid to ask.

So, Officer Nolan,
the number of items you need

on your checklist are...

...zero.

You might want to thank
your training officer

for making you primary
starting day one.

[ Paper rustles ]

And, since we are
ripping off the Band-Aid,

here's the rest
of the bad news.

HR needs proof of completion
by end of shift tomorrow.

Otherwise, the recruits are
extended in the program.

Meaning we fall behind.

Sir, there's no way we can
control what "experiences"

they'll get
in the next two days.

Understood.

Look, I know
this is a tall order.

But I believe in you.

I've notified dispatch
of the calls that are needed.

They will funnel them
to your shops if --

when --
when they come in.

Sgt. Grey:
That's it. All right?

Good luck.
Be safe out there.

Officer Nolan,
since you're free and clear,

go see Detective Wolfe.

He has a job
for you and Bishop.

Yes, sir.

Heard you had
a case for us.

Yeah. Come in.

I need your help
with a fugitive.

Craig Lawson --
skipped town last year

when he learned
he was gonna be arrested

for embezzling a couple million
from the family business.

Then last week,
Dad kicks the bucket.

You think Lawson will
come back for the funeral?

Or the reception afterwards
back at the house.

I'll stake that out
while you head to Malibu

for the service.

I gave local law
a heads-up.

Yes, sir.

Hey.

How's Bishop?

Oh, she's...

okay.

Tell her I said
the DRP is bull.

She risked her life
to save mine.

There's no way
she should get bounced

over an omit
on her paperwork.

And I told the brass that.

I'll let her know.

I'm sure
she'll appreciate that.

Do you think
it would mean something

if I spoke to the brass?

You're a rookie.

I'm a rookie.
That's --

♪ 'Cause I'm gold
all the way down to my bones ♪

♪ Best believe
what you've been told ♪

♪ Time to get what's mine,
'cause I'm gold ♪

♪ Everyone get in the car,
everyone get in the ♪

Yeah!

New shades?

I can hear your mockery.

Then I said it right.
Take 'em off.

I'm pretty familiar
with the duty manual,

and nowhere does it say
that I can't wear these.

So if I'm not
breaking any rules,

why you sweatin' me?

Take them off
or eat them.

Yes, ma'am.

Dispatch: 7-Adam-07,
assault and battery,

1501 Melrose.

Oh, they got to kick that
to someone else,

'cause I don't need
no assault.

We don't pass on calls.

7-Adam-07,
show us responding.

-My tooth is loose.
-[ Siren chirps ]

Come on.

-Ugh.
-[ Siren chirping ]

Hey. Officers.

Sir, what happened?

This guy stomped me inside the
bar 'cause I bumped into him.

I said I was sorry
then, bam, he did this.

What did he look like?

He's a white guy
wearing a red soccer jersey.

[ Sighs ] That's all I saw
before I went fetal.

Stay here, bro.
We got this.

[ Cheering ]

[ Announcer speaking
indistinctly on TV ]

I'm gonna call
for backup.

Why? I can handle
these guys.

Okay.
You're primary.

[ Cheering ]

[ Hooting ]

-[ Click ]
-[ Groaning ]

Man: [ British accent ] What
the hell is wrong with you?!

Put the bloody game
back on!

Sure --
after you play my game.

It's called
"Which one of you hooligans

punched a nice man
in the face?"

Control, send backup Code 3
for crowd control situation.

Great. My partner's
calling in the cavalry,

which means you have one minute
to make a choice.

Either everyone goes to jail
for 647f, drunk in public,

or you hand over the guy
who threw the punches

and I can
turn the game back on.

So...
what's it gonna be?

-What are you doing?
-Come on!
-Yeah!

Game comes first,
mate.

Perfect.

-[ Click ]
-[ Cheering ]

[ Hooting ]

That was awesome.

That was reckless.

Come on. Bad guy's in custody,
no one got hurt,

and I just checked off
"high-risk crowd control."

[ Cheering continues ]

Code 4.
Cancel backup.

[ Organ plays ]

Talia: None of these people
are Craig Lawson.

-Nolan: No.
-Talia: So we wait.

You sure there's nothing I can
do to help you with your DRP?

There really isn't.

I could ask Ben
to pull some strings.

He knows some people
at City Hall.

Bending the rules
is how I got into this.

It's not gonna be
how I get out.

I can't just do nothing.

Sure you can.

When an idea pops into
your head, ignore it.

Easy.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

You think maybe we should
introduce ourselves

to the family,
offer our condolences?

What did I say about
ideas popping in that
big old head of yours?

Fine. We'll just...stand at
the back of a funeral viewing.

You don't find that
a little creepy?

A little creepy, no.

Super creepy, yes.

But for now,
it is our job.

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Horns honk in distance ]

Lucy: He's clean.

I'm really sorry.

You're always carrying, Fred.
What happened?

Oh, uh...

Got my 30-day chip.

Wow.

-[ Chuckles ]
-Congratulations.

I feel bad
I let you down.

It's all good.
It's all good.

Say hi to Wilma
for me.

All right.
You're free to go.

You said he was a sure checkmark
for drug possession.

What can I say?
He got clean.

It's inspiring, actually.

Well, forgive me if
I don't appreciate
the human-interest story.

I mean, Jackson
at least has a chance

with only three calls,
but seven?

Okay, people win the lottery
every day,

and with higher odds
against them.

There are 18 million people
in the Greater Los Angeles area.

We just need seven of them
to break very specific laws.

Dispatch: 7-19,
store owner reporting customer

trying to pass counterfeit
bills near your location.

Hispanic male,
brown hair, blue suit.

7-Adam-19, responding.

I-I don't need
a counterfeiting case.

Look at the bright side. You do
need assaulting an officer.

Maybe he'll
take a swing at you.

[ Scoffs ]

Thank you so much
for coming.

Here we go.

Your presence here
is incredibly disrespectful

to my father's memory.

This is a private viewing. I'm
gonna have to ask you to leave.

I'm sorry, sir.
We can't do that.

Your brother is
a wanted fugitive.

And after all the money
that he's stolen from
you and your family,

I'd think you'd want us here
to catch him if he shows up.

Craig's not gonna show up.

My father's dead
because of what Craig did.

So would you please leave

and let us have this time
to mourn?

Hey.

Is that --

I think it is.

[ People gasp ]

-Where the hell is my money?!
-[ Switchblade clicks ]

-Aah!
-Hey!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Hey!

[ Grunts ]

Stay there!
Stay down! Don't move!

Give me your hands!
Come here.

I only stabbed him 'cause
he scared the crap out of me.

I thought he was
a zombie or something.

Good luck
arguing that in court.

So, you faked
your father's death

to trick your brother
into coming out of hiding?

I had to.
We need the money he stole.

The business
is going under.

Where's the money,
Craig?!

Same place
as your soul -- gone.

Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey!

-We should probably
transport them separately.
-You think?

[ Siren chirps ]

Jackpot. Guy's out on probation
for a drug possession pinch.

If he's holding, this'll
give me one of the two
checks I still need.

If he's holding.

[ Amplified ]
Driver, turn off the engine.

Reach out of the window
and open the door.

Step out slowly.
Hands where I can see.

[ Car door closes ]

-Where you headed today, sir?
-Work.

Mr. Gemetti, our system says
that you're on probation

for drug possession.

Got anything on you
right now?

No, sir.

Mind if I pat you down?

Sure.

I've been clean since
the arrest four years ago.

-Find anything?
-No.

I'm gonna search
the car.

Hands on the hood.
Don't move.

What are you doing? This guy
has zero signs of drug use.

Eyes aren't dilated,
no rapid speech,

or loss of coordination.

Possession does not
require use.

He could be on his way home
right now to get high.

Given his history, a search
is completely within reason.

[ Glove compartment opens ]

[ Grunting ]

Officer West, wrap it up.

[ Grunts ]

Bingo.

That's not mine.

I swear. I-I just bought
this car two months ago.

I've never even been
in the back seat.

Your car, your baggy. You're
under arrest, Mr. Gemetti.

You got to be kidding me.

Officer West,
this is empty.

No.
There's clearly residue.

The law states if you can
see it and manipulate it,

it's possession.

We're not booking this guy

for a "lick" bag he didn't
even know was there.

Computer says he bought this car
at an auction two months ago,

and this bag
looks older than you.

-[ Foot slides ]
-Hey! What --

Have your boss call me.

I'll tell them
you were late

because you were
helping the LAPD on a case.

Thank you.

First you tell me
I'm too cavalier,

and then you shoot me down
for being vigilant?

I shot you down because
you're being a bad cop.

Look, I get
what's going on.

You spent a lifetime

preparing to be squeaky clean,
like your old man.

Only now you've discovered
dirt under his nails,

so you're spinning out,

rebelling against
how you were raised.

I get it. And I'm giving you
room to work it out.

But that never gives you
an excuse to ruin a man's life

over a crime
he didn't commit.

Try that again,
and I will end your career

before you even see
that exam.

[ Engine starts ]

I still need seven calls.

You know how many I needed
when we started this morning?

Seven.

If it makes you feel any better,
I only got one.

It doesn't.

Look.
You're gonna be fine.

Yes, you are in the suck
right now.

You just have to bear down
and get through it.

And as motivation,

I booked us a spa day
the day after we take the exam.

Well, easy for you
to think about spa days.

You've got
all your boxes checked.

Okay, look, I hate
to play the age card.

-Lucy: Do you?
-It's the only card I have.

But one of the things
you learn as you get older

is perspective.

I cannot tell you
how many times in my 20s

I thought I was
going under for good.

I was married,
with a young kid.

I had credit card debts
up to my eyeballs.

It was bad.

But we survived.

We figured out a way
to just keep moving forward.

Well, that's great.

but surviving isn't the same
as succeeding.

No, it's not,
but in two days,

we're going to be
on the other side of this.

And odds are,
we're going to be sitting down

taking this test
together.

The pressure's
getting to them.

It's getting to me.

Never had a rookie
make it this far

and not qualify
for the exam.

Nolan's over there
giving 'em a pep talk.

How can you tell?

'Cause he's been trying
to give me one all day.

He's right.
You're gonna be fine.

Well, either way,
I'm off the fast track.

No more making chief
by 40.

Thank God.
Being brass sounds awful.

I mean, it's all politics
and stats.

Might as well
work corporate.

Dispatch: All units,
we have a 215 in progress.

Carjacking,
Beverly Drive at Oakwood.

7-Adam-19,
show us responding.

7-Adam-07, show us responding
for training purposes.

The hell you are.
Chen needs it more.

Like hell.
We're primary.

Not if you don't
get there first.

-Boot! Get to the shop!
-Let's go, Chen!

[ Rapping ] ♪ We'll know
it's up to us to fix it ♪

♪ When it aches to make
its mind, we'll pick it ♪

♪ Till then, we'll steer it ♪

[ Tires screech ]

♪ Fear after persistence ♪

♪ And breathe heavy ♪

♪ And breathe largely ♪

-♪ Release the levy ♪
-Oh. Oh!

-♪ Doomtree Bangarang, all these
rappers sound the same ♪
-[ Sirens wailing ]

♪ Beats? Sound the same ♪

♪ Raps? Sound the same ♪

♪ Wings, fan the flames ♪

♪ Teeth, with the fangs ♪

-Police! Get out of the way!
-Jackson: Police!
Let me through!

♪ Doomtree Bangarang ♪

Lopez" Coming through!

Oh! I'm --

[ Echoing ] ♪ Bangarang ♪

-[ Siren wailing ]
-Ben?

Oh, my God.

Woman on P.A.:
Dr. Ramirez, dial 6671.

Dr. Ramirez, dial 6671.

Hey.

Hey, buddy!

[ Laughs ]

Oh, John, this is Paige.

Paige is great.

Do you know
what else is great?

Codeine.

Hi.
I'm Paige Thomas.

I'm with the LAPD
victim-witness services.

John Nolan.

Bad news.

I lost the car.

I know.

I stopped for coffee,

and when I got back
to the car,

this guy just...

came out of nowhere
and...

boom.

He attacked you.

He pointed a bun at me.

You mean a gun?

What did I say?

It doesn't matter.

I spoke to the doctor.

He said they're gonna
release you tonight,

so I'm gonna swing by,
pick you up,

take you home, okay?

Yeah.

-It was scary.
-I know.

I know. Um...

Could I speak to you
in the hall for a moment?

Sure.

I'll be right back.

Hang tight.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Um...

Just hard for me
to see him like that.

We've been friends
a long time.

Are you gonna be here
until he's released?

Yeah.
I'll keep him company.

Thank you.

Respiratory therapist, 4-E.

We gotta catch this guy.

Did Ben give you
a description?

Yeah -- adult male, white,
maybe 5'10",

neck tattoo,
and nose ring.

Yeah, we put out a BOLO
on the car. So far, nothing.

He would've gotten it
off the street quickly,

loaded it
in the back of a semi.

By now, it's on its way to
a garage or a storage facility.

And in a week, it'll be
on a boat to Dubai or Japan.

-You stepping in?
-Detective Wolfe: Yeah.

I've been hunting
a high-end car ring
for the last few months.

Seems like their style --
broad daylight, busy street.

I want to help.

I'm serious.

I can see that.

Is that a no?

I'm sure Detective Wolfe will
reach out if he needs you.

Talia's waiting
downstairs.

She'll take you back
to the station

so you can clock out
and come back.

Nurse supervisor, 1-2.

Nurse supervisor, 1-2.

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Keys clacking, beep ]

[ Keys clacking, beep ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Keys clacking, beep ]

[ Keys clacking, beep ]

[ Sighs ] Every license plate
I run is coming up clear.

There's no way
I make this deadline.

Not with that attitude.

We're almost
at the end of shift.

I haven't checked
a single box all day.

Look, a buddy of mine
at 77th said there's
been more stolen cars

in this one neighborhood
in the last month

than all of Mid-Wilshire
last year.

Lucy: I hope so.

[ Keys clack, beep ]

[ Keys clack ]

[ Keys clack, low-pitched beep ]

Those plates
don't match that car.

And that's how you find
a rollin' stolen.

Light 'em up, Boot.

[ Siren chirps ]

[ Car door closes ]

-[ Flashlight clicks ]
-License and registration.

I know why
you pulled me over.

Wrong plates.

[ Breathing shakily ]
I'm so sorry.

The plate's stolen
or the car?

Neither.

They're mine --
I mean my husband's.

Why are your husband's plates
on your car?

My husband and I
could only afford to register

one of our cars.

It's been a rough year.

When the one we registered
broke down,

I didn't know
what else to do.

I have to
get to my night job.

It's illegal to use
license plates from
a different vehicle.

I'm so sorry.

And stupid.
[ Inhales sharply ]

I should have
known better.

All right.
Uh, give me a minute.

[ Inhales sharply ]

[ Sighs ] I can't do this.
She's just trying to get by.

Case like this,
it's your call.

You can cite her
for the false plates
and check a box

or cut her loose

and risk not being able
to take the final exam.

I don't want
to be that cop.

This whole thing
is pissing me off.

I-It's just...

I don't want
to do it this way --

running around
trying to tick off boxes.

It's not me.

Okay.

Then give her a warning.

All right, listen,
I'm not gonna write you up,

but you can't ever
do this again, okay?

Thank you.

Drive safe.

[ Engine starts ]

So, wanna know
the good news?

This counts
as an ethical dilemma.

Which means
you have checked a box.

Only six more to go.

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Door closes ]

-[ Groans ]
-Easy.

What are we doing?

Having a sleepover.
Sit and relax.

That sounds fun.

Why here
and not at my place?

Oh, 'cause
your high-tech toilets

freak me out
a little bit.

-One unexpected colonic
is my limit.
-[ Chuckles ]

-You hungry?
-Ben: No.

But I could use
a scotch.

Scotch is really not
a good mixer with painkillers.

Says who?

Everyone.

[ Groans ]

-Listen.
-[ Sighs ]

You know why
we're having a sleepover?

'Cause I was carjacked?

That, um,
is part of it.

But mostly
because of what comes next.

Remember I told you
about that bank robbery
I was in, back home?

Yeah. It's why you joined
the force. You told me.

What I didn't tell you
was...

how bad it messed me up.

And for a month after that,
before I joined the academy,

I...

I would be fine,
and then...

...suddenly, I would just
see that gun in my face.

Sweat through my clothes
on a cold day.

I broke down crying
at the drive-through
at the Dairy Queen.

No reason.

Well,
not for no reason.

No.
Not for no reason.

The point is,

yesterday,
you felt safe.

[ Exhales ]

Tomorrow, you won't.

But until you do,

I'm gonna be here
for you.

How's that sound?

Yeah.

Sounds good.

Sgt. Grey:
Chen, you still need six.
West, you've got one.

And, Nolan, front desk duty.

All right, that's it.
Be safe out there.

-Tim: Make a hole, make a hole.
Coming through.
-[ Door opens ]

Hey.
Missed you in there.

I bet.
Front desk duty?

Yeah. Everyone else
is under the gun,

so I'll be spending the day
stamping forms.

Um, I know
you told me not to,

but I wrote a little memo

about how great it is to
have you as a training officer.

I know
it doesn't matter.

It does.

You gonna show it
to the chief?

Probably not.

Sgt. Grey:
Hey. You ready?

Ready.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

I should just
throw in the towel.

There's no way we're gonna
check six boxes in one day.

I'm not training a quitter,
Boot.

We fight until the bell rings.
There's no other way.

Dispatch: 7-Adam-19,
you still need a destruction
of city property?

Roger that.

911 just got a call.

Two blocks over
from Wilshire and Pine.

Single car accident
while driving on the sidewalk.

What'd I tell you?
We're still in this.

7-Adam-19,
show us responding.

[ Keys clacking ]

Put me to work.

I can't help Bishop today,

but I can help you catch the guy
who hurt my friend.

So get me pulled off
the front desk

and assigned
to this case.

Okay.

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

Okay. Yes. Great.

Where do we start?

Have you ever driven
a Lamborghini?

[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Funk music plays ]

The LAPD had this
just laying around?

Asset seizure
from Narcotics.

You wanna drive it?

Hell yeah!

[ Groans ]

[ Car beeping ]

[ Groans ]

12-year-old John Nolan
crapping his pants right now!

[ Engine starts, revs ]

Whoa-ho-ho-ho!

-Oh!
-[ Engine revs ]

Oh, ho!

Oh, my God. Yes!

[ Engine revs ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

I --

What happened?

It's a bait car,
equipped with cameras,

remote door locks,
and a kill switch.

Carjacker steals the car,
we cut the engine,

-lock him inside.
-Exactly.

How will he know
where to find it?

C.I.s are set to put the word
out as soon as it's in place.

Car like this will get our
boy's ass in gear real quick.

And we'll be there
waiting to hook him up.

Were you serious
about letting me drive?

The motor pool has your picture
on a dart board.

What do you think?

Yeah.
That's...fair.

[ Car beeping ]

[ Steam hissing ]

Lucy:
Control, 7-Adam-07,

can you run plate
5-Paul-Charlie-Ida-410?

Ma'am, were you driving
this vehicle?

Yeah.

No.

It's destruction
of city property.

That's one more box
checked.

Dispatch:
5-Paul-Charlie-Ida-410
just reported 10-8-51.

RP says girlfriend took
his car without permission

20 minutes ago.

That bastard!

And grand theft auto
brings your total to three.

It's your lucky day,
Boot.

Hey --

Hey! Stop!

[ Clatter ]

-[ Gasps ]
-Oh!

And that's technically
a carjacking.

Thing has a motor.
It counts.

Ma'am, do not attempt
to run away again.

-What's your name?
-Alexander Hamilton.

False I.D. to an officer
brings us to five.

I'm gonna need to see
your driver's license, please.

[ Scooter clatters ]

Assault on a police officer.
That's six.

-[ Sign clatters ]
-Ooh!

Not bad, Officer Chen.

Go get her.

So, how's Ben doing?

Bit of a rough night.

But he'll make it through.

I know a good therapist,

specializes in
violence-related trauma.

Helped me through
some rough moments.

I'll pass it along.

Thank you.

Camo cap.

Nose ring.

Neck tattoo.

That's our guy.

We move in?

No, let's wait
till he's inside first.

-That's a scanner.
-[ Beeping ]

-Goes through all the remote
key fob combinations
-[ Beep ]

-until it unlocks the car.
-[ Lock clicks ]

[ Car door closes ]

[ Engine starts ]

[ Engine revs, tires squeal ]

[ Tires screech,
engine shuts off ]

[ Beep ]

[ Locks click ]

[ Engine starts ]

[ Siren wails ]

[ Tires screech ]

Hey.

Show me your hands.

[ Beep, lock clicks ]

Step out --
nice and slow.

[ Sighs ]

You know the drill.

Hands on your head,
interlace your fingers.

[ Car door closes ]

-Got him?
-Got him.

Do not move.

Gun.

[ Handcuffs jingle ]

[ Handcuffs click ]

What happened
to your hand?

[ Scoffs ]

-I don't remember.
-[ Handcuffs click ]

How 'bout I remind you?

Is there a problem,
Officer Nolan?

No, sir.

You're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will
be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right
to talk to a lawyer

and have him present
while you're being questioned.

If you cannot
afford a lawyer,

one will be appointed to you
at no expense.

Do you understand your rights
as I have read them to you?

-Yeah.
-Then get in.

We got him.
I can't wait to tell Ben.

-Take a beat.
-Why?

'Cause this guy's a small piece
of a much bigger operation.

If he's willing
to give up his employer,

the D.A.
will let him walk.

That guy just put
my friend in a hospital.
He has to pay for that.

Detective Wolfe:
Yeah, but the guy he works for
has put people in the ground.

Flipping a carjacker
for a bigger fish is S.O.P.

So if letting this guy go
is the price we have to pay,

then we're gonna pay it.

Is that gonna be
a problem?

No, sir.

You okay?

Fine.

You're allowed
to be nervous.

I'm not nervous.

I'm frustrated.

I've worked harder than anyone
in the past eight years,

and now it might all get
taken away because of this?

Because of one question
I answered

before I even started
the academy?

That's not gonna fly.

You got to
own up to this, Talia.

You are one of our best,

but you can't tell me you didn't
know what you were doing

when you left Dylan's name
off the list

but included
your other foster siblings.

Chief Williams
may be unpredictable,

but the one thing he's not
gonna stand for is B.S.

Understand?

Yes, sir.

[ Door opens ]

[ Sighs ]

Let's go.

Chief Williams Officer Bishop,
Sergeant Grey, have a seat.

Sgt. Grey: Thank you.

Sir, I'd like to make
a statement before we get --

I'm sure you would.

I know you're here to sing
Officer Bishop's praises,

and you wouldn't be wrong.

I've looked at her file.
She's a fine officer.

Here's what
I want to know.

You left your foster brother,
a known felon, off your PHQ.

In short, you lied.

Tell me why
that's not a problem.

I can't do that, sir.

What I did is a problem.

I violated the trust
of this department

before I even
started the job.

I could tell you
I did it to protect myself

and my future here,

but that is
also inexcusable.

Because that meant pretending
that my foster brother

was not a part of my life.

I could've helped him.

But I chose
to cut him out.

I have a lot
to be sorry for.

And I am.

Well, all right, then.

Detective Ruiz,
would you begin?

Officer Bishop,
Internal Affairs

has combed through
your entire career with the LAPD

to make sure that
your association with this felon

has not further impaired
your judgment.

In doing so,
I have found

several discrepancies,
errors, and omissions.

I think it's easiest if we just
start with the most recent

and work our way
backwards.

Now, in October
of this past year,

you failed to secure
your LAPD vehicle.

Nolan:
He gave you the keys.

He did exactly
what you told him to do,

and you beat him
to a pulp anyway.

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

I just want to know why.

Or is that just
the kind of person you are?

I don't got to talk to you
about this.

Detective said if I give up
my boss, I walk free.

Well, I hope
he doesn't show.

Oh, he will.

My intel's good.

[ Car door opens ]

[ Sighs ]
Walked the perimeter.

We're good to go.

Hey, I heard your boy Jackson
got his last checkmark.

He and Lopez folded
into the strike team.

[ Vehicle approaches ]

That's him --
black jacket.

[ Garage door creaking ]

And that's Ben's car.

We have positive I.D.
on our target.

All units,
prepare to move in.

[ Garage door creaking ]

Police!
Show me your hands!

-Lopez: Hands up! Hands up!
-Man #1: Nobody move!

Man #2: Hands! Hands!

Nolan, go after him!
Lopez, Jackson, with me!

-Man #3: Hands where
I can see 'em!
-Man #4 Turn around!

-Jackson!
-I'm driving.

Fine!

[ Siren wailing ]

[ Siren wailing ]

Detective Wolfe:
We need to flank him.
Take Broadway.

7-Adam-15, foot pursuit west,
alley of Chinatown Plaza!

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Man shouting in Chinese ]

[ Crowd gasps ]

Suspect headed east
on Hill Street.

-[ Siren wailing ]
-We can cut him off
in the plaza.

Lopez: Wait!
What are you doing?!

[ Tires screech ]

-Brake!
-[ Tires screech ]

[ Woman gasps, baby crying ]

Ma'am!
Are you okay?

[ Crying continues ]

[ Man singing in Chinese ]

Police! Everybody down!

[ Crowd gasps ]

Gotcha.

Freeze, punk!
Don't you make a move!

[ Crowd gasps ]

[ Groans ]

You okay?

[ Panting ] No!

Car thieves...are
supposed to have car chases,

not foot chases.

[ Handcuffs click ]

[ Groans,
breathing heavily ]

Detective Wolfe: Control,
suspect in custody.

I heard
it wasn't going so well.

Not particularly.

What the hell
are you doing here, Nolan?

Standing up
for what's right.

Nolan, don't!

-Don't!
-Hey!

Son? Are you lost?

No, sir.

I'm Officer Bishop's rookie,
and I need to be heard.

No, you don't.
My apologies, sir.

-Officer Nolan was just lea--
-Hold on, Sergeant.

If the man needs
to be heard,

he needs to be heard.

Better be good, though.

Yeah, it better be.

Sir, um...

[ Clears throat ]

Sorry, Chief.

It's been a bit of a day.

For me, too.

Yes, sir.
Sorry about that.

Here's the thing.

For the last six months,
I have watched Officer Bishop

selflessly give
to this city.

She has made people safer,
changed people for the better.

And...

inspired me to be
a better police officer.

I entered this program
at a deficit --

older than
all the other rookies...

by far.

But Officer Bishop
showed me how

to make my life experience
work for me...

so that one day, I might be
half the cop she is.

I know I'm nobody
in the department, sir.

I'm still on probation,
still learning

all the rules
and regulations --

Oh, like the three
you broke

when you pushed your way
in here?

Actually,
I can answer that.

Disobeying a direct order,
disregarding chain of command,

and conduct
unbecoming of an officer.

Then you do
understand that, uh,

there's a certain risk
to your actions here today.

Yes, sir, I do.

But I was raised to stand up
for the people I care for.

I realize what Officer Bishop
did was an ethical violation,

and there needs
to be consequences.

But she taught me
that this job is about judgment

and fairness
and compassion.

Officer Bishop wasn't trying
to game the system.

She was simply
determined to be

the best police officer
this city's ever seen.

[ Smacks lips ]

And I needed you
to know that.

You're the officer
who was with Captain Andersen

when she died.

I was.

Huh.

Sergeant...

when am I administrating
this recruit's oral exam?

A week from today,
sir.

Until that majestic day
of reckoning,

Officer Nolan,
get the hell out of my office.

Yes, sir. Yes.

[ Clears throat ]

[ Exhales slowly ]

-So, are you trying
to get fired?
-Nolan: No, sir.

-Sgt. Grey: Then you're
just a moron?
-Yes, sir.

But he's my moron.

Do you think it helped?

I don't think it hurt.

Sgt. Grey: Well, we'll see.

Regardless, the Chief's gonna
be coming for you next week.

Well, let him come.
I'll be ready.

You know he can test you
on anything from the rook book,

penal code, and duty manual --
anything at all.

I know them
forwards and backwards.

Really?

Page 47, rook book.

How many commas?

You okay?

I really screwed up.

I don't know what
I was thinking. I just...

I don't know who I'm
supposed to be right now.

And when I pushed
to be something I'm not, I...

...almost got someone
killed.

The hell you doing,
Boot?

You're still one shy
on your checklist.

I -- It's too late.
Shift's over.

Shift's over
when we punch out,

and we're not punching out till
we get you a meth possession.

Come on.
Grey approved the OT.

Let's go.

Lucy: Um...

Go. I'm fine.

[ Sighs ]

-Are you sure?
-Really.

We'll talk later.

♪ You did what you wanted ♪

♪ Left my attic haunted ♪

Your boot gave
a nice speech.

♪ 25 to life ♪

Can I help you
with something?

I'm just here to inform you
that it may take a week or two

before we make a final decision
in your matter.

Then I'll see you
in a week or two.

♪ Who's often left me waiting ♪

However...

♪ In the glow
of the afterlight ♪

...I could give you
a decision today.

Right now,
as a matter of fact.

And what would
that decision be?

Cleared on all charges.

If? It sounds like
there's an "if."

You're smart. That's why
you're perfect for this.

For what?

I need someone here
to be my eyes and ears

at the Mid-Wilshire
Station.

You want me to be a rat
for Internal Affairs?

I know it sounds bad.

But it will save your job.

The Chief takes my
recommendations very seriously.

Let's be honest --
your Boot's speech was good,

but it wasn't that good.

Think about it.

We'll talk soon.

♪ The place is not important ♪

♪ I don't know,
don't ask me why ♪

Sorry.
Wish I had better news.

Ah, doesn't matter.

It matters to me.
I want you to have closure.

Did closure help you
after the bank robbery?

♪ Than feeling so whatever ♪

Not really.

Which is why
I'm out of here.

Tomorrow morning,
wheels-up to St. Barts.

From there, who knows.

You think a change of scenery
will help ease the trauma?

I think a cold drink
on white sand's a good start.

Oh.

Well, disappearing
for a few months --

you have that option.

Most folks
don't have that.

Got to sit and try
to deal with their PTSD

while still holding
their lives together.

Oh, so I should feel bad
I have money?

No.

I'm saying...

escape is a privilege.

But you won't really
be escaping.

All the stress and nightmares
and feelings from the attack,

they're gonna come along
to the beach with you.

And I can tell you that
because I've been there.

The only thing that helped me
make it to the other side was...

...becoming a cop.

You think
I should join up?

No!
[ Laughing ] No.

No.

Nobody wants that.

[ Laughs ]

But you could think about using
the trauma to motivate you.

Make something positive
out of a terrible experience.

♪ And fall asleep still hoping ♪

That victim's services woman
gave me her card.

I could write her a check.

You could.

And...you should.

But you think
I need to be more hands-on?

I think helping people --

when you can look them
in the eye --

is one of the most
fulfilling things

I've ever done
with my life.

♪ Seeking a friend for the... ♪

I'll call her
in the morning.

♪ ...the world ♪

♪ And you sprang to my mind ♪

Good.

I hate ginger ale.

♪ Baby, come on ♪

I know.

♪ And give me a try ♪