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(Nolan): Previously on The Rookie...

What's Metro doing here? Metro would be a good fit for Tim.

There's an opening in Metro.

Lieutenant Pine just called me, and I'm going over.

-That's great! -Monica. What are you doing here?

Elijah Stone is my client.

(Del Monte): Elijah's attorney?

We used to be engaged.

Hi! I'm his mother.

(Nolan): The boxes?

Your mother sold me snake oil?

This is my boss's wife.

Do you have any idea what this could do to my career?

Goodbye.

(Celina): Alright. Turn to your left.

-(camera shutter clicks) -(Celina): Turn to your right.

You know, the boardwalk is a public place.

I have a right to perform.

Well, it does not give you the right to pick

your audience's pockets.

(scoffs) You know I can get out of these, right?

You can try.

(handcuffs click)

-(handcuffs thud) -Voilà.

I'm a master escape artist.

(quirky rhythmic music)

Cute. Let's go.

(Gil): You know, no cage can hold me.

-(Nolan): Yeah? -(buzzer)

Alright. What about this cage?

A magician is always prepared.

-(detonation) -(Celina gasps.)

(men coughing)

How did you think that was gonna work?

Yeah, no, I didn't get that far.

(opening theme)

♪ I'm gonna win for you like I know you want me to do ♪♪

(Nolan): No. You said that already.

And I already explained it to you.

That's ridiculous.

No. Absolutely not.

No. I'm done. No.

-I am done. -Your mom?

How'd you know? (sighs)

Your shoulders are touching your ears.

What's the latest?

She is devastated that

she hasn't been invited to the wedding.

Did you tell her we're not doing a big thing?

We literally have two guests.

Explained all that. Doesn't matter.

Still a knife through her heart.

Look, if it helps, I don't mind inviting her.

No. No way. No. It's...

It's not even about the wedding.

She wants me to pay her not to come.

$10,000.

-What? -(Nolan): I know.

Don't worry. She is not coming.

I will not let her ruin our wedding.

(Bailey): Hmm.

(Tim): Oh. (chuckles)

Did I miss it?

It's cute.

(chuckling) Why are you up so early?

I was gonna get a photo of your reaction.

It's Metro training today.

As the newbie, it's my job

to haul in the gear and the ammo.

Yeah, the newbie. The boot.

-I'm a sergeant. -Mmm-mmm.

You're still a boot in my book. (chuckles)

(door opens)

(Lucy): Oh, hey.

Are you just getting home?

Must've been a heck of a party.

Yeah. Rager.

(Lucy): Hm.

Did I interrupt something?

No. No, I was just heading out.

-Can't be late on my first day. -Mm-hmm.

-(Tim): Bye. -Hey.

You're gonna be great today. Knock 'em dead.

Bye.

Good morning.

(scoffs) Whatever.

(Wesley): Well, of course, you'd say that.

Because it's the truth.

Like you've ever cared about the truth.

Okay, that's enough. I'd ask where this animosity

is coming from, but I have an idea.

Okay, this has nothing to do with our past

and everything to do with the law.

Let's focus on the law, then, shall we?

You're presenting a motion to exclude.

-Yes, Your Honor. -You disagree.

Mr. Parker is an eyewitness to this crime.

He picked the shooter out of a lineup.

His testimony is essential to this case.

(Rivas): Miss Stevens.

You know as well as anyone eyewitness testimony is flawed,

and this witness had a gun pointed at him.

High levels of stress negatively impact memory.

Okay, but any eyewitness to a crime has experienced

high levels of stress.

Are we throwing out the very notion of witnesses?

Do not put words in my mouth.

Okay. (clears throat)

I'm inclined to side with Monica on this one.

I'm excluding his testimony.

Wha... On what grounds? That's absurd.

Watch yourself.

I'm sorry.

I meant no disrespect. Um...

I'm gonna need a few minutes to confer with my team.

Good idea.

(door opens)

Thank you.

(tense electronic music)

(Mad Dog): Okay, you have an active shooter still at large.

Your job is to locate the suspect and stop the threat.

-(paintball shot) -(Mad Dog): Bang. You're dead.

You're telegraphing. You're dead. Bang. Dead.

You're dead. Dead. Bang. Dead.

-(alarm blares) -(Mad Dog): Bradford.

This isn't Patrol. This is Metro.

Major crimes, terrorism, barricades, hostages.

We are an elite unit.

Your form's gotta be perfect, man.

Alright. Let's take 10.

(sighs) What, there's only one way to clear a room?

That's news to me, 'cause I've actually done this

a million times successfully.

Don't worry. It happens to everyone.

Metro takes some getting used to.

You'll get it.

(Harper): That is the dumbest ruling I've ever heard.

Yeah, I agree. But we're gonna have to make this case

without Parker's testimony.

But do you really think the jury will convict without?

No. I'm filing for a continuance.

My team needs to regroup.

Well, I guess I'm not testifying today.

Oh, it's just as well.

I was gonna have to hand this one over to you.

(Wesley): Well, there's nothing like a baby to win over a jury.

(Harper): Oh, we're gonna need all the help we can get

-without that testimony. -(baby fussing)

Didn't something similar happen in one of Lopez's cases

just like last month?

I'm never assigned anything she's investigated.

I remember she was pissed.

She handed your office a perfect case.

Practically had a bow on it. And then it fell apart in trial.

-It was the same judge. -Well, judges can be fickle.

It's hard to predict how they'll rule.

But Rivas has been solid until recently.

True.

You know, I clerked for him back when I was starting out.

Monica and I both did. Mind like a scalpel.

Yeah, but he is getting older.

I mean, if he's starting to slip,

someone should talk to him about retiring.

I mean, maybe a former clerk

who knows how to cushion the blow.

(baby crying)

Mm, sorry. Can't stop, not even for a second.

It's okay. I've literally been there.

You go. I'll deal with Rivas.

-Thank you. -Yeah.

-(baby crying) -Yes, what? What is going on?

(Wesley): Hmm.

(elevator dings)

(deep exhale)

Oh! Hey. I just heard of a new place

to try for lunch. It's Chinese-Ukrainian fusion.

-Is it cheap? -No.

But... what? You're rich.

No. My parents are rich, okay?

And I'm not gonna take any more of their money.

Since when?

Since my mom showed me a prototype of

a new Aaron Thorsen action figure.

-Wha... That sounds awesome. -No. Look.

I worked hard to have people take me seriously as a cop.

I'm not gonna undermine it for a couple million dollars.

Hold on. I'm sorry. A couple million?

-Yeah. -Dude, if you're not gonna do it, I will.

Lucy Chen, Fist of Justice.

-What are you doing? -(Lucy): Hi.

I'm, uh... I'm working on my side hustle. Oh.

What's on your head?

You have a... you have a little something on your head.

Uh, no. It's nothing.

I just need to get situated into my new office.

(Aaron): Metro police liaison. Best of both worlds.

That's right.

(quirky music)

Well, at least it won't take too long to move in.

-No. -(Lucy giggles.)

(Tim): Alright...

She's your mom.

I mean, how can you not have your mom at your wedding?

She's a narcissist and a borderline con woman.

She tried to fleece Sergeant Grey.

Okay, that's not good.

And not even close to

the worst thing she's done.

Yeah. But she's your mom.

Look, my mom's challenging,

but I can't imagine getting married without her.

Which probably means I'll have to get married

-in her living room. -(chuckles)

Look, I run into this all the time.

You have a fundamentally good mom,

so, of course you can't imagine my situation.

You're right. I don't know what you've dealt with.

I shouldn't judge.

(Ace): I will.

She's your mother.

She gave you life, man.

We caught you trying to pawn

your mother's jewellery to buy drugs.

You don't get an opinion.

(hip-hop music)

(Aaron): Seriously, how do you live on a cop's salary?

It's not that bad. I mean, we make good money.

My paycheque just evaporates.

I mean, my dry-cleaning bill alone is $500 a week.

How are we supposed to afford that?

We're not. Wha...

What are you dry-cleaning? Your jeans?

Everything.

Aaron...

do you know how to do your laundry?

Laundry ruins your clothes.

Dry cleaning is the most cost-effective in the long run.

What? Who... Where did you hear that?

My mom.

(phone ringing)

Hey, what's up?

I'm at my babysitting job,

and things are weird.

Cosmo says when he woke up, both of his parents were gone,

and now no one's answering their phone.

Okay. We'll be right there.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(birds chirping)

(dog barking in distance)

(gate creaking)

Thanks for coming.

(Lucy): Yeah, of course.

Cosmo's in here.

These are the cops I was telling you about.

Hi.

You good? How's the cereal?

Mm, it's cereal.

Hey. I offered you unicorn cloud bread.

You're the one who wanted Wheetie Bran.

Weirdo.

Can I play on the Switch?

Go ahead.

How's he doing?

He hasn't said much.

I know he's scared. He just doesn't want to admit it.

Did you notice any signs of forced entry when you got here?

No. I used my key to get in.

I looked around for a little. Everything seems normal.

No broken windows or anything.

How well do you know the family?

I've been working here for six months.

The dad's a little aloof. He works a lot.

Some investment thing. The mom's around more.

She runs a nonprofit.

-Alright. Well, we'll check with their employers. -(door closes)

Mr. Laetner. I've been calling you.

-You called the police. -Sorry. Uh, yeah, um...

I couldn't find anyone. I was scared.

I'm so sorry. It's all been so crazy.

We had a family emergency.

My wife had to fly home to deal with an aunt

who had a heart attack. I should have told you.

It... completely slipped my mind.

Where did you say your wife was?

Cincinnati.

She probably forgot her phone charger. Typical.

This is all a big misunderstanding.

And where were you? Your son woke up alone.

I took her to the airport.

I thought I could get back before he woke up.

Is he okay?

He's fine. He's in his room.

I'll go talk to him.

I'm so sorry you came out for nothing.

Well, we need to talk to your wife to verify she's okay.

It's protocol. You understand, right?

Right. Um...

I'll get you her aunt's number.

I know I have it somewhere.

Here. Just give us her full name

and approximate age, and we'll find it.

Of course.

-Should I take Cosmo to school? -(Deon): You know what?

He's missed half the day already.

Can you stay and look after him?

-No problem. -Great.

Again, I'm so sorry we wasted your time.

I'll see you later.

-You buying that? -Not a word.

We should loop in the detectives.

Hey, I'm taking a poll.

How old were you when you did your first load of laundry?

(Bailey): Ooh. No idea.

I was living at home, though, so... 14?

Okay. Aaron's answer was never. He was never years old.

-What?! -(Nolan): He doesn't know how.

(chuckles) I don't know why

I should be so shocked. What about you?

Six. I learned early my mom wasn't gonna do it.

(Bailey): Also not shocking.

Alright, well, I got to go, babe.

I'll see you later at lunch.

Yeah, wouldn't miss it.

It is a good thing

you were wearing a helmet. I think you're gonna be fine.

-(gunshots) -(glass shattering)

(gunshots)

(tense music)

(tires screeching)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(whimpering)

(tires screeching)

(panting)

(indistinct conversations)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Hey. You hurt?

I'm fine. My partner just went into surgery.

-Who shoots at an ambulance? -(Bailey): I don't know.

I saw a red sedan speeding off.

I wish I could be more helpful. I'm sorry.

I mean, don't apologize.

You jumped in front and hit the brakes. That's badass.

Badass or bad luck? This is the second partner

I've sent into the hospital.

Well, if you really think you have bad luck,

I know a great curandera. She'll cleanse it right out.

I might take you up on that.

Just got word from the hospital.

Your partner and the patient are gonna be okay.

(sighs) Oh, God. Thank you.

They'll have police escorts

until we figure out who the target was.

Think they were shooting at the patient?

It could have just been a random drive-by. I don't know.

Well, we got officers canvassing,

looking for security footage. We'll know more soon.

So when you get down here, check in with Sergeant Hadley.

She'll be coordinating the grid.

On it.

I don't suppose you'll be taking the rest of the day off.

-Because I got shot at? -Silly question.

Sorry I asked. You'll call me if you need anything?

Thank you. I will.

What's so important you can't even let me get to my office?

We think Judge Rivas is on the take.

That's a big accusation.

I know, but I also know him. I know how his mind works.

And his rulings have been inconsistent

over the past three months. And it's not random.

They're all tied and connected to Monica and her firm.

He overwhelmingly rules in her favour.

So you think she's bribing the judge

to protect Elijah's guys?

With Elijah writing the checks,

she's under tremendous pressure to bring results.

I wouldn't put it past her to bribe a judge.

-(Grey sighs.) -(Harper): I'll try to get a warrant

to search his financial records.

Be careful. Judges look after each other.

You have to approach someone you trust.

Judge Zuckerman and I go way back.

She will not warn Rivas.

But will she openly go against another judge?

There's only one way to find out.

If Rivas is corrupt, it calls all his cases into question.

Even the ones he didn't throw.

No telling how many criminals could go free.

I know.

Keep me posted.

(Lucy): How much do you spend on food?

I'm not sure, but I think

I still have all my takeout receipts.

Okay. How much do you order in?

You know, I feel like there's a right answer,

but I don't have an idea what it is.

Cooking is a lot more cost-effective, but...

-you do know how to cook, right? -Oh, yeah.

I make the perfect martini.

(Lopez): You were right about Sonia Laetner.

She wasn't on any flight manifest,

and none of her family in Ohio has heard from her.

What about her cellphone?

Last pinged near their house, then went dead.

We're gonna find her body in Griffith Park, aren't we?

-Bring her husband in. I want to talk to him. -(Lucy): Okay.

(♪ Killing Engine ♪ by Andy James & Jan Cyrka)

(paintball shot)

(paintball shots)

(Mad Dog): There's no excuses for a bad shot.

Metro never misses.

(paintball shots)

♪ A serpent tongue, a jealous type ♪

Good call. Mikey's a lovely man.

Although his ex-wife might disagree.

♪ With no self-control ♪

♪ Leeching hope from the ones you know ♪

♪ I will not leave you whole ♪♪

(alarm blares)

Yeah, Bradford. Nice.

(applause)

Well, clearly you've got the goods to be here.

And now that you're one of us, you get the company ink.

What are you talking about? What ink?

Well, it's the tattoo we all have, brother.

It's how we show our loyalty.

Oh, come on. We all know that as soon as a group of cops

get the same tattoo, they're going to prison.

What are you trying to say?

(tense music)

Alright, let me see it.

(light rhythmic music)

(laughing)

(Mad Dog): Lighten up, brother. Here.

Here. Have a unicorn.

-(Tim): Too kind. -(Mad Dog laughs.)

Too kind. Thank you.

(light rhythmic music)

They're testing you, seeing how far you'll bend.

Yeah, I saw the same kind of thing

when I was in the military.

Not about how many stripes are

on your sleeves with this crew.

It's all good. Team building.

If you're gonna lead this team, they need to know who you are.

Show 'em the Tim Bradford that was tapped

to join Metro in the first place.

Thanks.

(Lopez): Mr. Laetner, if your wife, Sonia, is in Ohio,

do you have any idea why her car was parked in Hollywood

with her phone and purse still inside?

(Deon): I don't know.

See, in my line of work,

when a woman takes a last-minute trip with no money,

9 times out of 10, her husband's got something to do with it.

-(Lopez): So where's Sonia? -I don't know.

I swear. That's the truth.

Look, you're right.

I did lie to your officers earlier.

But he said if I involved the police, he'd kill Sonia.

-Who said that? -The man who took her.

Look, Sonia never came home last night.

I was about to call the police when my phone rang,

and they said if I ever wanted to see her again,

I'd have to pay him $250,000.

-I need the number. -It said, "Blocked."

Listen. I know I shouldn't have lied,

but I'd really prefer to handle this myself.

Unfortunately, that's no longer an option, Mr. Laetner.

And you owe it to your wife to use every resource available

to bring her home safely.

What do you think I've been trying to do?!

You're right. I'm... I'm sorry.

It's alright. It's a stressful situation.

Now, what can you tell me about the man's voice?

-(video game beeping) -To the left.

To the left. To the right. To the left.

-Oh! Watch out! Mm... -(explosion)

I thought you were gonna get first place.

You don't want to play again?

You know, I don't like to brag,

but I'm, like, really good friends with the cops here.

They're doing everything they can to make sure

your mom comes home to you.

And until she does, you can call me whenever you want.

Even if it's just to talk. Got it?

(footsteps approaching)

Cosmo, let's go.

-He did not look happy. -(Lopez): He's not.

-What happened? -Claims Sonia was kidnapped

for a ransom, but doesn't want the cops involved.

Do we buy that?

He's already lied to us once.

I'm not taking anything at face value.

You spent a lot of time at the house.

Do you think he'd hurt her?

No, he's never been violent.

I've heard them argue maybe like twice.

Why? Do you think he killed her?

I'm not ruling anything out.

We need a team to search the house.

Once they're done, I want units parked outside.

If he leaves for any reason, I want him followed.

-You got it. -I'm gonna get a warrant for his phone.

For whatever reason, he cannot be allowed

to make a money drop alone... if there even is a money drop.

(Lucy): Alright, come on.

(sirens wailing)

(Nolan): Detectives just got a partial plate

from the surveillance footage near the ambulance shooting.

Shooter left driving in 1992 red Sentra.

What do you got here?

New car fire. No obvious sign of arson,

but that's for the investigators to decide.

Let's call in an 11-85 for an impound to our location.

-Copy that. -(Max): So, any news on

that shooting from this morning?

It's got all my guys a little on edge.

Yeah. We got a lot of good detectives working on that.

We'll let you know as soon as we learn something.

-Appreciate it. -(Celina): Tow truck's

-30 minutes out. -(Nolan): Right.

(gunshots)

(Nolan): Get down! Get down!

(gunshots)

Come on.

We got you. We got help coming.

-Call it in. -Control. Shots fired at our location.

We have a firefighter down. He is conscious and breathing.

Send an RA and backup.

(tires screeching)

-(radio beeps) -Control, also send an airship.

Suspect fleeing location. Red sedan. East on Olympic.

(tense music)

(Burke): We answer more than 1,000 calls a day.

My people can't do their jobs with a bullseye on their backs!

Effective immediately, the LAPD will dispatch units

to accompany your firefighters on calls.

(Burke): We had cops at the burned-out car. Didn't help!

You need to catch this guy now!

-(call disconnects) -Yeah...

(knocking)

You wanted to see me, sir?

Yes. Your mother called.

Sir?

As in me.

As in asking why her son

is dodging her calls. She even called dispatch.

(quirky hip-hop music)

I am so sorry.

Save your apologies.

I don't want to hear from your crazy mother again.

I'll get... If you... I'll...

Go.

(dog barking in distance)

(Nolan): You okay?

I'll be better once there's not some psycho gunning

for every fire crew in the city.

We'll find them.

It's only a matter of time.

-(phone ringing) -Yeah.

-Mom? -Well, it's from a different number.

-Hello. -Hello. I'm Dr. Schnitzel.

Your mother was just admitted,

and we need to verify her insurance.

Wait. Dr. Schnitzel? You...

You really think I'm gonna buy that?

-I don't-- -(Nolan): Look.

You tell my mom it's not happening, alright?

And word of advice: don't let her pull you

-into any of her schemes. -What was that?

Ah, vintage Mom. She's moved on to number 5 in her playbook:

pretend to be sick for sympathy,

get me to give my credit card number to an accomplice.

Cosmo would love this.

I've never seen a kid who is such a health nut.

(chuckles)

You've been putting in a lot of hours at their house.

Not that many.

And you're working the night shift somewhere.

This morning, you were not coming home from a party.

Not dressed like that. You were coming home from a job.

What's going on with you? You need money or something?

(soft music)

I got to get that first month,

last month, and security deposit.

It's not like I can stay here forever.

Why would you say that? Of course you can.

How's that gonna work? You, me, and Tim?

And that's assuming you wouldn't want to get your own place.

Either way, there's no room for me.

(door opens)

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

Ready for the movie? I found out that Time After Time

is on a streaming platform.

I think I'm gonna crash.

Are you sure? David Warner is amazing in this.

-(door closes) -Well, I guess it's just us.

-Popcorn? -Yeah, sure.

Any chance your judge signed off on the warrant?

Uh, short answer, no.

Insufficient probable cause.

No judge wants to imply that a fellow member of the bench

is guilty of malfeasance.

Well, no warrant, no evidence,

no way of proving your judge is bent.

I'm having a hard time believing it myself.

He's one of the most honourable people I know.

Yeah. I guess no one is incorruptible.

(sighs)

You know, his chambers are just a few doors down.

What if I go talk to him? I've been where he is.

Maybe he'll open up.

I don't have any better ideas.

I gotta go.

Wesley.

You're working late.

Yeah, you too. Just chatting with Rivas?

Reminiscing. You know, a lot's changed.

We split up. You got all sanctimonious.

-You sold your soul to the devil. -(chuckles)

It's really that simple to you, isn't it?

Good and evil.

In this case, yeah.

It is.

See you in court.

(Wesley): Hmm.

(heavy sigh)

(knocking on door)

(door opens)

-Ah. Mr. Evers. -(door closes)

I'm afraid I was just leaving.

I'll be brief. I know you're throwing cases.

I beg your pardon.

I don't have any evidence.

Monica's too smart for that.

Elijah Stone is too smart for that.

You didn't know, did you?

He is her biggest client.

Every time she asks you to rule in her favour,

it's for one of his guys.

You're helping rebuild his empire.

I'm helping? The whole reason

he's back on the streets is because of you!

I know! I am well aware of my part in all this.

Which is why I know that you haven't slept in months,

you can't concentrate, and sometimes

your heart races so fast, you think you're having a heart attack.

A life lived in the service of justice.

I always wanted that to be my legacy.

It still can be.

Help me put Elijah where he belongs.

He goes after anyone who crosses him.

I'm sure you could cut a deal for witness protection.

And I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about.

Please leave.

You know how to reach me if you change your mind.

(soft dramatic music)

-Hey. -Any updates on Cosmo's mom?

Uh, no. We had units parked outside all night.

There was no movement. But, you know,

they have his phones tapped, so if the kidnappers call, we'll know.

Do you think she's still alive?

Listen. If it's about money,

they have every incentive to keep her alive

until they get what they want.

(phone ringing)

-Cosmo? -(Cosmo): Dad says I'm not going to school.

And he won't come out of his office. Can you come over?

I'll be right there.

Hey, I don't think that's a good idea.

I have to.

Tamara? Um...

I'll be parked outside. Okay?

You got here early.

I did. I had a thought this morning.

Our shooter is specifically targeting firefighters.

You don't just get up one morning and decide

to start shooting at LAFD.

This is what it escalated to.

Okay, so you thought it may have started somewhere.

Exactly. So, I started looking into any case

that involves the fire department: complaints,

lawsuits, patrol calls, anything and everything.

-I can help. -(Nolan): No need.

I got him.

His name is Anthony Pickett. He's a firefighter.

Ex-firefighter, to be specific.

-Got cut and didn't take it well? -(Nolan): Yeah.

He made it through the academy, but washed out during probation.

Other firefighters found him to be difficult and aggressive.

He actually picked a fight with an old-timer who later found

the hose had been cut on his breathing apparatus.

(Grey): Mm. Short fuse.

A few days after that, he showed up at the station

that cut him, looking to get his job back.

Unit was called out, but he seemed to accept his fate.

But apparently, he couldn't let it go.

Okay, how do we know it's him?

Cross-referenced his registered vehicle

with our description and partial plate.

It's a match. I already put out a BOLO.

I'll send units to sit on the house.

Maybe we'll get lucky. Good work.

Thank you. I know I volunteered us for the most boring detail ever.

Of course. You're worried about Tamara. I get it.

-Yeah. -Plus, it gives me time to apartment hunt.

-Mm. -It's hard to find a place with a pool.

(quirky rhythmic music)

Yeah. I mean, you might need

to be a little flexible with that one.

Well, I used your "rent should be 30% of your salary" rule.

-Oh. -And there's like nothing in my price range.

Well... hold on.

That place is cute.

-(Lucy): Yeah. -This place is trash.

That place looks like my apartment.

(birds chirping)

(video game beeping)

(door opens, closes)

I'm gonna go check on your dad.

(Deon, muffled): No. You listen to me.

If you do anything to hurt her, I swear...

That's not possible.

You're not giving me enough time. I need more time!

I can't!

No! She's got nothing to do with this.

And how do I know that?

-Let me talk to her. Put her on. -(dial tone)

(phone ringing)

-Hey. -I think Deon's on the phone

-with the kidnappers now. I can hear him shouting. -(Deon shouting)

-What's he saying? -(Tamara): I can't make it out.

He's emotional.

(Deon, muffled): Please put her on.

It has to be them.

Tamara, the detectives are listening

to all of his known phones, okay? He's under surveillance.

Just let the investigators do their job.

All you got to do is make sure

that kid is safe. That's it.

His known phones. What if he's on a burner?

Tamara...

(Deon, muffled): No! She's got nothing to do with this!

How do I know that? Huh?

Please... let me talk to her. Put her on.

He's saying, "Let me talk to her. Put her on."

(tense music)

"I don't have your money. I spent it."

"I didn't think you'd miss it."

-(Deon, muffled): I'm sorry. -"I'm sorry."

(Deon, muffled): Please. Don't hurt her.

"Please don't hurt her."

Uh, Tamara, don't let him know

that you heard him, okay? Just get as far away as you can.

We're heading in right now.

That bastard!

This happened because of him.

He hung up. I got to go.

(suspenseful music)

(Deon): What are you doing? Listening in?

Yeah. I heard everything.

You did this for money?

You don't understand.

You're right. I don't understand.

Police are on their way.

-Let them help you. -No!

-These guys will kill her! -(banging on door)

(Aaron): Police!

-(door opens) -(Lucy): Mr. Laetner,

you need to come with us.

Time to come clean. Which one of your clients

did you steal from?

Are you sure Cosmo's okay?

Tamara is with him. He's fine.

You need to focus.

We know you were skimming money, and we know someone

took your wife in retaliation. Who was it?

Reed Butler.

That wasn't very smart. He's killed for a lot less.

I know, but I figured he's a criminal.

I'm stealing back the money he stole.

It's justice, kind of.

How noble of you.

Look, I know I'm not innocent in all this, but my wife is.

Please help.

I need you to call the people who have your wife

and tell them you've got the money.

Set up a place for the exchange.

He knows I don't have the money. He'll know I'm lying.

Tell them a family member came through,

wired it to you this morning.

Okay... And then?

Then you're gonna write down a confession

detailing how you embezzled money from a client.

I'm going to jail, aren't I?

Probably.

I'm such an idiot.

No argument from this side of the table.

(Wesley): Rivas texted early this morning.

Was it a full admission of guilt?

"Can we talk?" He's been careful

not to admit anything, but I can tell he wants to.

-(heavy sigh) -(knocking)

Judge Rivas?

(knocking)

(sinister music)

He's cold.

Uh, looks like there's no injury, no blood.

It looks like maybe a heart attack.

Elijah did this.

We don't know that for sure. At his age--

But Monica saw me last night. She knew I could get through to him.

Elijah had him killed to protect her.

(♪ Teenage Hive ♪ by FACS)

♪ No definition ♪

♪ Not empathy ♪♪

(Tim): Alright, everyone switch to channel 9.

Listen up. We have a confirmed hostage situation

at that compound across the street.

Hostage is Sonia Laetner. White female, dark hair.

Last seen with an orange sweater and black pants.

We've identified five suspects on site, but there could be more.

We don't know which building our hostage is being held in,

so we need to clear everything.

Detective Lopez will be our spotter.

She'll provide overwatch.

Why not let Metro provide overwatch?

Because we need all our boots on the ground.

And there's no one I'd rather have on my six than La Adelita.

Oh. (chuckles)

I'm sorry, ma'am. I... I had no idea.

You're a legend at the range.

No worries. Go get her back.

You heard her. Let's move.

No mistakes.

(♪♪)

(tense music)

-(static hisses) -In position. Are we clear?

Main concourse is clear. Green and go.

(♪♪)

(rap music playing over radio)

(suspenseful music)

(speaking indistinctly)

(Aaron whispering): Cover me.

(pebbles clattering)

Police! Drop the weapon!

Step away from the weapon. Put your hands up.

(Lucy): Hands up. Turn around.

Put your hands on your head.

(tense music)

(handcuffs clicking)

(Lucy): Hands behind your back.

B Team. Two in custody.

Adam Team. I need trailers for one in custody.

Ramp room. Moving forward on our sweep.

(rap music playing over radio)

(clanging) (detonation)

(Mad Dog): Police! Freeze!

Get on the ground! Don't move! Don't move!

(grunting)

On the ground! Now!

C Team. Two in custody.

(tense music)

(Swan's voice echoing): Shut up already!

-(Sonia sobs.) -(Swan): I said shut up!

Kill the power when I give the signal.

(♪♪)

(Swan): It is what it is.

Crying about it ain't gonna do you no good.

(Sonia sobs.)

(sobbing)

(suspenseful music)

(dial tone)

(Tim): Come on. Just take one step.

Something's wrong.

Time's up.

-(gunshot) -(Sonia yelps.)

(sobbing)

(dramatic music)

(Tim): It's okay.

Adam Team. One in custody. Hostage is safe.

We are Code 4.

It's okay. It's okay.

You're safe now.

(rock music playing over radio)

(Nolan): 7-Adam-15. Eyes on suspect.

(tires screeching)

(fence squeaks)

(car door opens)

(tense music)

Police!

Don't.

You move an inch towards that trunk,

I'll be forced to shoot you.

Hands in the air.

Now!

(Pickett): Okay.

(Nolan): Step back towards my voice.

Again. Again.

On your knees.

(handcuffs clicking)

Suspect in custody. We're Code 4.

Better bring in the bomb squad.

Someone brought a grenade to the party.

(keys clattering)

(heavy breathing)

(honking in distance)

You're welcome!

-For what? -Well, I created

an Excel spreadsheet for your expenses.

I used something similar when I first started on the job.

It is super helpful.

And I can send you the app as well.

And trust me. You're gonna feel so gratified when you hit

your target at the end of the month,

and you'll see that those juices

aren't on the daily budget. Sorry.

(Aaron): Mm.

Appreciate that, but...

I talked to my mom last night, and she's backing down

on the whole action figure thing, so it's all good.

Oh. So, you're taking her money again.

Yeah. I just can't live in poverty.

Uh...

It's not poverty!

Aaron!

(Pine): Hey, Bradford.

-Good job out there today. -Thanks.

They're a good bunch once you get to know them.

Yeah. I'll take your word for it.

Nothing against Patrol, but... Metro is a different beast.

We get caught in situations

that are already at a boiling point.

That kind of stress creates a special bond.

And I'm on the outside of that.

And every single one of them was, too, at some point.

Give it a little time.

Okay.

You want to grab a beer with us?

Do I have a choice? It's tradition.

New guy buys a round.

(chuckles) Come on.

(♪ Whiplash ♪ by The Night Lands)

(Tamara): Yes, I'm happy to send over my references.

And I can start whenever you need me.

Thanks.

Hey. You looking for another job?

Uh, Cosmo's parents are definitely getting a divorce.

Sonia wants to keep me on, but she's not sure

if she can afford it with all the legal fees. So...

You're not still worried about having to move out, are you?

I just don't want to be a burden.

You're not. Tamara, look.

I get it. Your whole life, you've been displaced

from one home to another, but that's over now.

Girl, we're family.

You couldn't get rid of me if you tried.

Thanks.

But I will get my own place eventually.

-Mm-hmm. -I don't plan to be

the weirdo roommate when you and Tim start having babies.

That's a long way off. But I don't know.

Maybe it could work out. I heard you're a really good babysitter.

(inhales sharply) You can't afford my rate.

-It's like that? -It is.

Okay. And you're really gonna leave all your artwork behind?

(Monica): Wesley. Keep bothering me and my associates,

I'll happily alert the press.

-Judge Rivas is dead. -Yes, I heard.

What happened?

Heart attack.

But we both know that's a lie.

Elijah had him killed for you.

That's ridiculous.

He believed in you when you were starting out.

And for good reason.

I am an excellent lawyer, and profoundly litigious,

so watch the accusations.

I did warn you.

This is the price of working for Elijah.

Well, if you're done mansplaining,

I've got some actual work to do.

I guess Elijah finally found his perfect lawyer,

one with as little morality is him.

What I can't decide is if

the woman that I fell in love with in law school,

who was kind and loving,

is just gone or if she never really existed.

Were you always just a sociopath putting on an act?

(departing footsteps)

He'll kill you, too, you know.

Eventually.

-(phone chimes) -Another text.

"You are a hero to firefighters everywhere."

So they admit that police officers

aren't entirely useless.

Today. Tomorrow, the rivalry resumes.

I'll take it.

-(chuckling) -(phone ringing)

Is that your mom again?

Foxburg Memorial Hospital.

Hello?

Yes, this is he.

I don't understand.

(soft piano music)

Oh.

Alright, thank you.

What?

My mom died.