All language subtitles for The Rookie_S02E01_Impact.English (CC)

Previously on "The Rookie"...

-No sign of infection.
-Infection?

Your murder victim is part of
a homegrown terror cell.

What type of virus
are we talking about?

Dr. Morgan: A weaponized strain
of hemorrhagic fever.

-It's gonna be okay.
-I'm not going out

the way my man Pete here
just did.

-I'm coming out.
-Show me those hands!

Jimmy: Don't shoot.

[ Gunfire ]

-What the hell?
-He was reaching.

I don't think he was
reaching for a weapon.

So either she doesn't trust me
or she's a liar.

He's back.

Tim!

[ Sirens wailing ]

7-Adam-15 escorting
CDC ambulance to Shaw Memorial.

Heading east on South Grand.
I need a clear path.

Dispatch:
Copy that, 7-Adam-15.

CHP is en route to assist.

Tim better make it.

He will.

Lucy: Is it the virus?

There's no bleeding.

Looks like he's having
a severe reaction

to the shot we gave him.

He's going into
anaphylactic shock.

Get me epinephrine!

So, the CDC finally gave
the all-clear

to search
Jimmy Roskin's body.

We found
a burner phone.

I'm not gonna like
where this is going, am I?

He made a call before
I shot him, to another burner.

You think there's
a third terrorist out there?

And we just
killed his friends.

[ Sirens wailing ]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Siren wailing ]

Hey! Can we get some help
over here, please?

Right now!

[ Indistinct chatter
over radio ]

[ Heartbeat ]

Gun!

[ Gunfire ]

7-Adam-15! Shots fired!
Officers needed, Shaw Memorial!

[ Gunfire ]

Flanking right!

-Covering!

-Moving!
-Covering!

[ Gunfire ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Gunfire ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

Right behind you.
Right behind you.

[ Panting ]

[ Gun clicks ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Groans ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Handcuffs click ]

Suspect in custody!

Doctor!

I need some help
over here!

I got it!

[ Indistinct talking, shouting ]

Are you okay?

I should've...
reloaded on the move.

You?

I should've taken
yesterday off.

[ Sighs ]

When you said date night,

I thought you meant
wine and romance.

Oh, there's wine,
and there's the romance.

I have processed crime scenes
that felt more romantic.

What? Come on.
That's --

-Well, that's accurate.
-Okay, look,

I -- your new place, it's gonna
be great when you're done,

and, uh, you definitely --

-you seem happy working on it.
-Right?

I haven't felt
this much like me since...

well, since
I loaded up a U-Haul,

drove across the country,
and became a cop.

And, uh, tomorrow,

you are back at work
being a cop.

Administrative leave
is over.

Yeah, you didn't take one,
though.

No. No, no, no.
No, DHS is different.

With a clean shoot,
it's just right back at work.

Are you sure you're ready
to hit the streets?

Yes! Yes. I just --

well, it's not gonna be
quite the same without Talia.

Taking that job over at ATF
was smart.

You know,
she was never gonna have

the career that she wanted
over at the LAPD --

-I mean, not after she lied
about her brother.
-Yeah.

At least she waited until
after I took the exam.

And if I passed,
six more months of training,

I'm no longer
the oldest rookie.

Well, you will always be
the oldest rookie to me.

-Oh.
-Mm.

-Wait, what?
-Okay, yeah. I'm gonna go.

Jess?

Yeah?

Did it bother you at all?

Shooting Roskin like that?

Sure.

H-Have you been wondering this
for the last two weeks?

Well, you just never
said anything,

and then I didn't...
see anything, so I...

Right. Um...

The truth is --

things like that
affect you a lot less

the longer
that you're on the job.

It's just human nature.

[ Door opens ]

Lopez: [ Humming ]

Mnh.

Mm.

Morning.

Oh, hey.

Sorry, um...
I can't find my shirt.

[ Groans ]
You want me to help?

Nope.
I have a system.

Uh-huh.

Don't say anything.

[ Exhales sharply ]
I wasn't going to.

-Ooh! Found it!
-Mm.

Ha-ha!

Huh.

What?

Nothing.

Just...

it's a little messier
since I moved in.

Uh, we were dating before,
so I spent two hours cleaning up

every time
you came over.

Now you're moved in,
so you get to see the real me.

Is that a problem?

No, I wouldn't want it
any other way.

Uh...when did you make
a grilled cheese?

Uh...last night
after my shift.

You were sleeping.

Mmm! Mmm.

Lucy:
How are you feeling?

Ready to get back to it.

Did you get the food
I sent over?

I did.

You shouldn't
have done that.

Well, I wanted to,

and eating well is crucial
for a fast recovery.

Alright.

Shake off the rust
and grab a seat.

Anyone want to guess
what these numbers represent?

Nolan.

Those are the scores
to our six-month exams.

That is correct,
Officer Nolan.

Oh! We all passed.

Technically, yes,
but that 81 is ugly,

given that an 80
is basically an F.

-Who got the low mark?
-Clearly not West.

I could tell you,
but self-reflection is necessary

for your success
as a patrol officer.

So I want your guesses
as to which score is yours

by end of shift.

Understood?

Why not give them now?

To mess with our heads.

Are you saying you're so
easily sabotaged, Officer Nolan?

No, sir, I was speaking
for Officer Chen.

[ Laughter ]

Sir, will there be
consequences

for the officer
with the low score?

Officer Lopez,
you want to take that?

At a minimum,
a low score means

merciless taunting
for months.

Great.

Sgt. Grey:
But you three did pass,

so there's good news --

you can now wear
short sleeves.

Congratulations.

[ Laughter ]

Nolan.

Sir, who will I be
riding with today?

I was thinking --

me.

How's that sound?

Alright.

Lucy: I know I did better
than an 81, didn't I?

-Yeah, the oral exam
is the X-Factor.
-Nolan: He's right.

Chief Williams could ding us
on the tiniest of mistakes,

which I'm sure he did with me,
and Grey knows that,

so he's gonna spend the day
torturing me.

Or he knows
you pulled the high score

and plans
to torture you anyway.

You're lucky
you don't have to worry.

Who says
I'm not worried?

Lopez:
You look worried.

I have never had a rookie score
that low on the exam.

-There's a first time
for everything.
-No.

Officer Chen is
a natural-born test-taker.

Nolan didn't even finish
college.

Plus,
Chen had me for her T.O.

-Nolan had Bishop.
-Really?

You're gonna smack-talk
her when she's not here
to defend herself.

You're right.
It's not the same.

Even if she was here,
you'd still be fighting
for second place.

-What are you doing?
-What?

My rookies wear
long sleeves and ties

until the last day
of probation.

Yeah,
but Sergeant Grey said --

Grey is not
your training officer.

I have complete discretion
of the training of my boot,

and that includes uniform.

Okay? So go change back
into your long sleeves.

And don't forget the tie.

Now, Boot.

-Where you going?
-To change back.

Nolan: Can I ask you
a personal question?

If you think it's wise.

Do things
bother you less now?

No, you're just as annoying
as you were before.

Very funny.
I mean the job.

My first six months have been...
a lot to process.

It's like a raw nerve.

"All the feelings,"
as my son's fond of saying.

Does that...get easier?

Look, a cop has a decision
to make in the first few years.

"How much can I handle?

How much I'm gonna
let the job affect me.

If I had an input control,
where would I set it to?"

Some cops set it to 7.

They take a lot in.

Some set it to 3.

Hell, some set it to zero.

Anybody keep it at 10?

Can't be done.

Let me see your hand.

You've been demoing your house
for about a week,

and you already
got calluses growing.

Your body does that
to protect itself.

Your mind
does the same thing,

whether you want it to
or not.

[ Radio blips ]
-Dispatch: 7-Adam-15,

507 at Sunset Plaza,
Code 2.

7-Adam-15, copy.

Jackson: Look,
I'm with Wesley on this.

The shower is definitely
a beverage-only zone,

and a soap dish
is not a plate.

-Says who?
-Common decency, actually.

-Give me a break.
-He's right.

I live under an overpass,
and even I think it's gross.

Hey, nobody asked you.

[ Chuckles ]

Stop pouting.

I'm not pouting.
What are we doing here?

You thought it was gonna
get easier after you passed
the exam,

-but you were wrong.
-Awesome.

What was that?

Nothing.

If recent events
have taught us anything,

it's that we need to remain
ever-vigilant.

You probably think you know
everything about policing,

but you don't.

For example --
what's the most important thing
you need on the street?

Is this a trick question?

Okay, well,
the easy answer is my gun,

but I know
that's not right.

So, um...my mind?

No. That's too esoteric
for you.

Are you through
not answering my question?

Uh, my judgment?

Yeah, my judgment.

Your eyes.

"Cop eyes" stop crime
and save lives.

Did you study explosive devices
in the Academy?

What?

-Yeah. I mean, a little.
-Good.

I hope you paid attention
because I had a buddy

from the bomb squad
mock up an IED

and hide it somewhere
here in this park.

[ Chuckling ] What?

You got 10 minutes
to find it,

or I'm adding the duty hat
to your standard uniform.

-Go.
-I --

Go!

10 seconds.

[ Siren wails ]

Alright, alright.
What's the problem here?

The problem is this guy

trying to sell me
a colon-cleaning start-up

while I'm eating lamb chops.

Look, Colon Glow
is patent-pending.

"Make it sublime
where the sun don't shine."

You can get in on
the ground floor for only $100K.

You get this sort of thing
a lot?

You have no idea.

Sir, sir, sir, sir.

I admire your passion,

but you need to leave
Mr. Cuban alone.

We get another complaint,

we're gonna book you
for public nuisance, okay?

Yeah.

Mr. Cuban, sorry.

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

Actually,
when I was in construction,

I invented my own --
it's sort of a fastbinder,

but the difference is,
the heat sink --

You know what? Never mind.
You have a nice day.

[ Tray clatters ]

I found it.

I found --

[ Explosion ]

And...you're dead.

Because radio frequency energy
can trigger a bomb.

You gonna forget
that lesson, Boot?

No.

Good.

Go get cleaned up.

You're supposed to carry
an extra uniform shirt

in your war bag.

Oh, yes, sir. I didn't expect
to be in short sleeves yet.

This is the only one
I own.

Sgt. Grey: Hey.

I ordered a new set of
dress blues last week.

See if they're in?

Uh, yeah.
I can go look in back.

Frank, um...
usually checks the computer.

Is he around?

-No.
-Oh.

Everything good?

Yeah, it's great.

How long
you been working here?

Couple weeks.

What's your name?

-Uh, Justin.
-Justin what?

He's headed for the alley.
I'll cut him off.

[ Groans ]

[ Motorcycle engines rev ]

[ Groans ]

Sgt. Grey: 7-Adam-15,
211 at Top Cop Uniforms.

Three suspects escaping
on motorcycles

heading north, south,
and east.

Send backup and airship.

What'd they steal?

Police uniforms.

-How many uniforms
did they take?
-About 20.

Jessica: That's a lot of
potential fake cops,

which is why you called
Homeland Security.

I called you
as a courtesy.

In most cases, stolen uniforms
are used for drug rips.

Well, that's a lot of risk
just to rob a few drug dealers,

which is why we're going
to be treating this

as a potential
high-threat-level event.

-Like in '09 with the bus?
-Oh, God, here we go.

Jess' first year
with the FBI-LAPD Taskforce,

she convinced us
that a missing school bus

was a prelude
to a terror attack.

-[ Scoffs ] Okay.
-And it wasn't?

A third-grader
didn't want to take a test,

so he stole the bus
so he wouldn't have to
go to school.

-I mean --
-She had half the LAPD

-hunting a 9-year-old.
-[ Sighs ]

Hey, overtime paid
for my Disney World vacation.

-I'm not complaining.
-Okay, you know what?

You picked the one time
that I was wrong.

The one time?
The one time?

Was there body-cam footage
of the man inside the store?

No.
The cams weren't on.

I will put him
with an artist.

-We will send you a sketch.
How about that?
-Great.

Look, I hope you're right
about this being small-time,

but...
I don't think it is.

Will you walk me out?

-Yes.
-Okay.

Uh, is everything okay?

Yeah. Why?

Well, you know, I mean,
it's your first day back,

-already chasing bad guys.
-Yes, well, chasing,
not catching.

Much like
your 9-year-old.

[ Chuckles ]
Oh, I caught him.

He will not
fool me again.

I'm sorry, you're still
keeping tabs on him?

[ Clears throat ]

Uh, Benjamin Smith
is a sophomore at USC,

and if he ever steps
back over the line,

I'll be there.

Wow.

You terrify me.

[ Dog barking in distance ]

Missed a spot.

What?

[ Sighs ]

[ Knock on door ]

Thank God.
My wife's missing.

She never came home from work
last night.

She always comes home.

I texted and called her friends,
and nobody's --

Okay, sir,
can you please slow down?

It's important I get the report
right for the detectives.

What's your wife's name?

Susanna -- Brown.

She's a clerk
at the courthouse downtown.

We're trying
to have a baby,

and she was supposed
to come straight home to --

-you -- you know.
-Yes, sir.

Do you have
a picture?

Uh...y-yeah.

No, hard copy's
preferable.

Of course.

Hold on.

Poor guy.

Really?

-What?
-Cop eyes.

What? You -- You think
the husband did something?

You always assume
the husband did something.

Officer Bradford's
first rule of domestics?

This isn't a joke,
Boot.

You don't have the experience
to evaluate people yet,

so your default should be
suspicion, not compassion.

Understood?

Yeah.

Have I told you how sexy
you look in that uniform?

No, most of your compliments
come after I take it off.

-Oh.
-What?

Nothing,
just a little, uh --

-[ Blows ]
-Really?

You couldn't just be
in the moment?

You had to point that out?

What? You just had a little
something on your shirt.

I just --

-Hey. Ready to roll?
-Yeah.

-I'll see you at home tonight.
-Can't wait.

Hey,
is everything alright?

Fine.

I thought living together
would be more fun.

Officer West.

Be in the shop.

You were in the cadet program
in high school, right?

Yes, sir.

Cadet leader
all four years,

-and in college, too.
-Good.

They're sending a group over
tomorrow morning.

I want you to talk to them.

Yes, sir.
Happy to do it.

Very thin lips,

uh, a-and two gold teeth,
right here.

Gold teeth.
Gotcha.

This is so cool.
I've never actually sat
with a sketch artist before.

Yeah, my first time, too.
I just got hired.

Congrats.

Okay, that should do it.

What do you think?

You drew me.

What?

No. I drew
what you told me.

Yeah, except...
you...didn't.

May I?
If -- If you just...

Yeah, so,
I said he had --

Yeah. This hair will drop down
a little more,

and I said he had
deep-set eyes, right?

Very thin lips.

There.

Yeah. I used to draw a lot
for my old job.

[ Knocks ]

Got to go.
They found the bikes.

Great work.

Nolan:
Oh, yeah, that's --

those are definitely the
motorcycles from the robbery.

We're not gonna get any
forensics off them now, though.

There's a body.

How can you tell?

The smell.

A burning body's
unmistakable.

Oh.

[ Groans ]

[ Strained ] That's him.
I see the teeth.

That's definitely the guy
from the uniform store.

Not on the crime scene!
Go! Go!

[ Vomits ]

7-Adam-15, change our call
to a homicide.

Send detectives
and a forensics team.

And alert Jessica Russo
at DHS.

[ Walkie-talkie chirps ]

So, they must have
met up here

after they got away,
but...

then his crew killed him?

Why?

Because we saw him.

[ Indistinct talking ]
-[ Sighs ]

Stay here.

How's it going?

-He threw up.
-I...

-Oh.
-...couldn't help it.

It was the worst thing
I've ever seen.

-And smelled.
-Yeah, well,
no one can blame you.

Uh, actually...

-What?
-Never mind.

You know,
a low score on the test,

and now I puke
in front of Grey?

I'm gonna get bounced
before the end of shift.

Don't be so sure
about that low score.

Tim spent the entire day
making me feel like
I don't know anything.

-Jessica: Hey.
-[ Car door closes ]

I heard you got him.

Yeah, he puked.

Stop telling people that.

It happens.

To you?

I'm gonna go
talk to Grey.

-Yes.
-Yeah.

And my mortification
is complete.

Still think they stole the
uniforms to rob drug dealers?

Let's skip
the "I told you so"s, please.

Tim:
What does your intel say?

Print from the store got
a positive ID on our corpse.

Trevor Travis, 28.

Spent 18 months
in Nevada State Prison

for armed robbery.

Known associates?

Too many to name, but none
in Southern California.

Well, whoever his new crew is,
they're ruthless enough

to kill one of their own
to stop our investigation.

And whatever they're planning,
no one's gonna see it coming

because they're all
dressed as cops.

Hell, they could be
working the scene right now.

So, we'll implement new
identity verification protocols.

I'll call my guys,

have them start
an inter-agency task force.

We've got to get
out in front of this.

-We need to get in on this.
-Not gonna happen.

We're stuck on perimeter duty
until end of shift,

away from the action.

Trust me, this is exactly
where you want to be.

[ Laughs ]

[ Car doors close ]

Um, what are you doing?

Clocking out
and heading home.

-"Rio Bravo's" on cable.
-No, no.

Why are you treating me like
it's day 1 all over again?

Because it is. Today was day 1
of stage 2 of your training.

So, what? Does that mean

I've lost all the respect
that I've earned?

You lost that
when you lied on a report.

-[ Chuckling ] What?
-I read your account

of what happened
at the quarantine house.

O-Okay?

When I thought
I was infected,

I told you I'd rather
take my life than bleed out.

-You failed to report it.
-That's what this is about?

Suicide ideations
by a law enforcement officer
are extremely serious

and should have been
reported immediately.

I was trying
to protect you.

They would have put you
on leave, required therapy.

-You weren't even
actually suicidal.
-Not your call!

You should have
detailed everything,

regardless of
the consequences.

[ Chuckling ] Oh, yeah?

Like I should have
filed a report

detailing everything you've done
to protect Isabel?

You know what?

You wanna rake me over the coals
for the next six months,

you go ahead.

But don't pretend like it's
because you've got some code.

[ Door opens ]

Lopez: Hey.

-[ Door closes ]
-This is gonna sound weird,

but if you see any cops
at the courthouse,

check their credentials,
okay?

Yeah, they sent
an e-mail around.

-What's going on?
-Eh, I can't really say.

[ Zipper opens ]
-What's the timer for?

Well, I wanted
to discuss something,

and I figured this would be
a controlled way to do it.

We're gonna fight
using a timer?

[ Chuckles ]

Basically.

Okay.

I spent an hour looking for
the remote when I got home.

-Found it under the bed.
-So?

So the TV's
in the living room.

Look,
I've been here a week

and I have found
coffee cups, bras, Pop-Tarts

inside of, on top of,
and underneath

almost every surface
in this house.

Now, I'm super-glad that you
feel comfortable enough with me

to be yourself,
but I -- I also --

You'd rather
I was someone else?

No. Not at all.

I just think that it's important
to set ground rules.

-Ground rules?
-Uh, use the timer.

You think I'm a slob.

-No.
-'Cause I'm not a slob.

I work my ass off
in an incredibly
controlled environment,

and when I get home,
I just want to relax.

You might be
anal-retentive

and fold your underwear
in a triangle --

which is weird, by the way --
but that's not me.

Folding your underwear
is not weird,

and an orderly space
helps me relax.

There's enough chaos
in the world.

-I'd rather not live in it.
-You think this is chaos?

-Timer.
-No, screw the timer.
This is how I live.

I'm sorry if it upsets
your delicate sensibilities.

Wait, Angela,
I-I didn't --

You think
I'm overreacting?

You know what?
I've had a long day.

I'm going to bed.

You should sleep
on the couch.

I would,
if I could find it.

[ Smacks lips ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Cellphone ringing ]

[ Laughter echoes ]

[ Metal crumples ]

[ Ringing continues ]

[ Ringing continues ]

[ Ringing continues ]

Good morning.

-Both: What's good about it?
-Uh-oh.

Looks like somebody's stressed
about their test scores.

Yeah, well, we both think
we got the 91.

Which means
one of us got the 81.

Sgt. Grey:
Alright, take your seats.

As expected,
the stolen uniforms

caused a bit
of paranoia out there.

Overnight, there were two fights
and a near shooting

'cause two officers
didn't recognize each other.

Alright, that being said,

it is vital
that we remain vigilant.

Understood?

Now, to your exam scores.

You all submitted your guesses
last night,

and none of you
guessed right.

[ Chuckling ]
Thank God.

[ Laughs ]

Nolan, I'm sorry.

Sgt. Grey: Save your concern,
Officer Chen.

Officer Nolan got the highest
score, not the lowest.

[ Officers murmur ]

That "honor" goes to...

[ Scribbling ]

...Officer West.

That's not possible.

I've seen a lot of
strange things in my 20 years,

but never
would I have imagined

that the golden boy
would tank his test.

But there's a --
th-- like, I-I --

Uh-oh. Looks like Grey
broke your rookie.

[ Laughter ]

Lopez: Shut up.

Ah, Agent Russo.

You looking for me?

No. Actually,
Officer Nolan.

Can you spare him
for the morning?

I need his help
running down a lead.

Nolan.

Alright,
let's go back to work.

-Why didn't you call me back?
-What?

I left you a message
last night.

Oh, well,
I went to bed early.

Okay.
And then this morning?

Did you have Sergeant Grey
assign me to you

-just so you could ask me
about this?
-Mm-hmm.

Figured I'd kill two birds
while we're running down leads.

So, why didn't
you call me?

Are you okay?

Yeah. Fine.

It's not like
it's the first time
I didn't get the highest score.

[ Chuckles ]

Dude.

Look, um...after
the terrorist on the bus,

I just need
a little bit of time off.

I figured I knew this stuff
backwards and forwards,

but clearly,
that was a mistake.

Clearly, I should have
kept studying.

Jackson...

Look,
I let everyone down.

West,
your cadets are here.

Hey.

Sorry to make you wait.

I am Officer Jackson West.

I am currently
a rookie patrol officer --

although, with the score
I just got,

I could be, um, mall security
in my future.

[ Chuckles ]

Okay.

Um...

Good morning.

All: Good morning, sir!

Right. Um...

My whole life,

the only thing
I ever wanted to be was a cop.

Every class I took,
every sport I played

were all meant to make me
the best of --

You know what?

No.

You are looking at
a cautionary tale.

The fallout
of singular focus.

You were told your entire life
to study hard, stay in school.

Look, I am living proof...

that you need to skip school.

Stop worrying
about overachieving

and acing every single test.

You know where
the safest place to be is?

The safest place to be --

the middle.

Stop...sacrificing...

and, uh...

...start living.

♪ Yeah, I push it to the limit ♪

♪ I am a brand-new... ♪

That was unexpected.

Yeah.

Look, I'm -- I'm sorry
about the test.

Tim had it made for Lucy,
but now you gotta wear it.

Seems fair.

[ Buzzer ]

Officer Thomas:
Uh, hold that, please.

-Oh. Yeah.
-Yeah.

-Thanks.
-Yeah, no problem.

[ Car door opens ]

[ Rustling ]

-Hey, are you looking
for something?
[ Car door closes ]

Oh, yeah, um...
[Chuckling] my wallet.

Ah.

Did you find it?

Yeah. Thanks.

Yeah.

What are you doing
with that radio?

Hey! Stop!

7-Adam-19, chasing
a fake cop in the garage.

I need backup.

[ Thud ]

[ Car door closes ]

[ Engine sputtering ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Engine starts ]

Hey! Stop!

[ Tires squeal ]

-You jumped from here?
-Yes, sir.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah. [ Chuckles ]

-You went right over after him?
-'Course she did.

-I trained her.
-Mm-hmm.

You saying this guy
stole a radio?

Uh, yes, sir,
out of Car 26.

Actually, he --
he wasn't wearing gloves.

Maybe we can
pull a print?

[ Car horns honking ]

Jessica: Well, you're gonna
have to tell me at some point.

I was just tired,
and you were --

...you were laughing
over a burned body.

What?

Last night
at the crime scene.

And after Roskin,
you now think I'm heartless?

No. N-- By no means, no.
Not at all.

I-I get it.

You're a cop, and you've seen
a lot of bad things,

but nothing has ever
made me feel more like...

a rookie.

[ Computer beeps ]

Grey wants us
to go to Channel 9.

Go for 7-Adam-15.

Sgt. Grey: We have a suspect
ID'd -- Thomas Bernhardt.

Four possible addresses.
Sending one for you to check.

And stay off the
main channels. Bernhardt
just stole a radio.

Copy that.

Why steal a radio?

You can listen to dispatch
from an app on your phone.

Because with a radio, they can
broadcast as well as listen.

They can feed us bad intel,

have us running all over
the city while they do --

-Whatever it is
they're planning on doing.
-Yep.

That's the house.

Wait just one second.

What are you doing?

Just want to run the plates
of the cars on the street.

Be nice to know
if Bernhardt has any company.

[ Computer beeps ]
-That's hot.

Thank you.

[ Computer beeps ]

Oh, that's weird.

What?

That green car belongs
to a missing person.

Tim and Lucy
are on the case.

[ Beep ]
-7-Adam-15 to 7-Adam-19.

We have eyes on a car
belonging to Susanna Brown.

Parked in front of
the fake cop's house?

Nolan: That's correct.
Who is she?

She's a clerk
at the criminal courthouse.

Didn't come home
last night.

No idea how she could be
connected to our uniform
thieves.

Do you need backup?

No.

-Negative,
but we'll keep you posted.
-Roger.

Husband always did it, huh?

Do you have any surveillance
gear in your war bag?

Now we can
look and listen.

[ Fence rattles ]

[ Frequency screeches ]

-Thomas: It's time.
-[ Susanna whimpers ]

7-Adam-15,
requesting backup and SWAT --

-9701 St. Andrews Place --
-Talk.

for a hostage situation --
not for public broadcast.

Hello, this is Susanna Brown
from Foltz Criminal Court.

Security code
Apple-5, 2-1-4-2.

I have an --
an urgent situation.

Judge Crawford granted

an unexpected appeal
in a homicide case...

and the evidence
is on your truck.

I need you to divert
from the route.

An escort
will meet you there.

What is she talking about?

Every three months,

evidence from adjudicated trials
is destroyed

in a bonded demolition facility
up in Lancaster.

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]
-This is Overwatch.
Road clear ahead.

Drugs, counterfeit money,
a huge cache of weapons

are all transported there
by police caravan.

That truck
is driving into an ambush.

The escort that meets it
will be full of fake cops.

They won't hesitate
to kill that driver.

Truck 3 is diverting.

Man: Copy that. SWAT will
remain with the convoy.

An escort should meet you
en route.

Hey, it's me.

They're planning to hijack
the Lancaster convoy.

-[ Sobbing ] Please.
-Okay. Copy that.

Please. I did what you asked.
Please just let me go.

Not until they make contact
with the truck.

As soon as that happens,
they're gonna kill her.

We gotta get in there.

He's in a room
in the middle of the house.

If we breach either door,

he's gonna shoot her first
and then come for us.

Raised foundation.

That means there's a crawlspace
under the house.

I can use that, come up through
one of the heating vents.

-John, John,
this is way too dangerous.
-If we wait,

-and that woman is killed...
-We need to wait for SWAT.

-...I won't be able
to live with myself.
-No!

[ Fence rattling ]

[ Spits ]

There it is.

Fake escort's
already got them.

Tim: Can't warn
the truck driver,
because our heist crew's

jamming the signal
with their stolen radio.

-Shouldn't we wait for backup?
-We are the backup.

[ Susanna sobbing in distance ]

-Susanna: Oh, please, let me go!
-Thomas: Shut up.

Not until they make contact
with the truck and call back.

[ Sobbing continues ]

Please don't hurt me.

-[ Cellphone ringing ]
-Shut up!

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Yeah?

Sweet. I'll meet you
at the rendezvous.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

They got the truck.

Which means
you're a loose end.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Grate creaking ]

[ Sobbing ]

[ Doorbell rings ]

[ Screams ]

[ Sobbing,
breathing heavily ]

Thank you.

Okay.
You're safe now. Okay?

I got you. Come on.

Oh!

Okay.

He's not gonna
hurt you anymore.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Siren wailing ]

Okay, get ready.

Remember, they don't know
that we know.

[ Wailing continues ]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Tires screech ]

-What's the problem?
-Radios are down.

We were sent to escort the truck
back to the courthouse.

Must be a mistake.

We're the escort.
So get out of the way.

No problem. We were headed
to lunch when we got the call.

Tim?

Yeah, I see it.

One last thing
before we go --

real cops wear their vests
under their shirt.

[ Hissing ]

[ Tires squeal ]

[ Sirens wailing ]

[ Tires screech ]

Get out of the car!

Facedown on the ground!

[ Gunfire ]

Drop your weapon
right now!

Down on the ground,
facedown, hands apart!

Don't you move.

Up.

[ Knock on door ]

You wanted
to see me, sir?

So, how's the golden boy

dealing with almost failing out
of Field Training?

Fine.

You heard about
the cadets?

I'm sorry about that, sir.

But you told us
that self-reflection

was a necessary skill
for an LAPD officer.

And I've just had
a...pretty powerful dose of it.

My whole life has been about
getting here,

and now that I'm in uniform,

I realize
that I'll never make it

if I, um...

if I don't find
some balance.

Even if that means getting an 81
on a test or two.

And, uh...
I can live with that.

That's admirable,
Officer West -- truly.

But...

see, I'm not here to help you
find balance, son.

My job is to make sure

you keep your head in the game
at all times,

because lives
are at stake.

So, I'm extending you
in the program.

Tomorrow, you're back
in long sleeves,

and your T.O. will continue
to write daily evaluations.

For how long?

Until I can trust you

in front of a room
full of cadets again.

You're dismissed.

[ deM atlaS' "Gratitude" plays ]

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

[ Sighs ]

[ Sniffles ]

♪ Gratitude
can't get you nowhere ♪

♪ Now my love has gone away ♪

[ Bottle sprays ]
-Hey.

Hey.

♪ I try to be like somebody ♪

What's wrong?

[ Sniffles ] Nothing.

♪ I already was ♪

♪ I don't give a... ♪

♪ Whoo! Unh ♪

This is only gonna work
if we talk to each other.

You know that, right?

[ Sniffles ]

I've never lived
with anyone before.

I've never been in love
like this.

And I'm scared
I'm gonna screw it up.

You won't.

I won't let you.

[ Laughs ]

Good, 'cause we're getting
a maid.

[ Sniffles ]

[ Both laugh ]

♪ On this road,
and I won't look back ♪

♪ Gratitude
can't get you nowhere ♪

[ Knock on door ]

♪ Now my love is gone away ♪

-Hey.
-Hi.

I'm glad you're here.

I'm glad, um,
you called.

-Come in. Come on.
-Okay.

Can I, um...
get you something to drink?

No. No, I'm good.
Thank you.

I just kind of, um,
just want to talk about

whatever it is
that's bothering you.

Fair enough.

[ Inhales sharply ]

The last six months have been
the most intense in my life.

I...killed a man
in the line of duty,

I watched my captain die,
I fought for my own life...

more times
than I can count.

And I felt
every second of it.

Yesterday, you told me
I would feel less

the longer I did the job,

and a part of me
wanted that so badly.

But I can't...

go numb.

It's not who I am,

and it's...definitely
not who I want to be.

So if I'm going to do this job,
I have to feel...

all of it.

No matter...
what it does to me.

Damn it.

What?

I just, uh --
I just...

...fell in love with you
a little.

Wow.

Is that a bad thing?

I don't know yet.

I think now's a good --
I'm gonna come right in for a --

♪ Gratitude,
it used to be here ♪

Do you wanna, um...

Do you wanna
fool around?

Yes...I...do.

Mm.

Where are you going?

Uh, my place.

I'm not
taking my clothes off here.

But you know what?

You can choose your house
over me, if you want.

[ Chuckles ]

♪ Attitude like
you ain't seen, yeah ♪

♪ Now my love is going away ♪

-♪ Going away, hey ♪
-Wait!

Damn it!