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(Nolan): Previously on The Rookie...

Isabel, I've been trying to find you.

-Are you okay? -I'm fine.

That was my wife.

-You were a nurse? -No, a cop. Narcotics.

Hi. It's Skip Tracer Randy.

I'm a bounty hunter now.

Promise you'll call me if you get into any trouble.

-Of course. -Weird guy.

Mm-hmm.

(coughing)

Bailey?

(retching)

(gasps) Ooh!

(Nolan):Are you okay?

Why is alcohol?

You and Libby really tore it up, didn't you?

I didn't even hear you come in last night.

I'm officially too old to do shots.

-How many did you do? -Which bar?

Yikes.

Well, maybe you should think about not trying

to relive your college days.

It is all Libby wants to do.

She says it makes the other 360 days of diaper changing more tolerable.

Like tonight, she wants to go to some underground party

where a van picks you up on a street corner

-and blindfolds you. -Yeah, that's not a party,

that's a kidnapping. Just tell her you don't want to go.

-I can't. -Why not?

Dude, last night was so much fun.

Oh, thanks again for letting me crash here.

But don't tell Roger if he calls.

I'm using the hotel allowance to upgrade our festivities.

-Why are you down there? -Oh, I'm, um--

I'm just posing for this photography project

that I'm working on. It's like the disconnect

-between beauty and, um... -Aging.

Not aging. Consumerism.

-Fun. -(Bailey): Mm-hmm.

Well, I'm gonna go for a run.

-Do you want to come? -Yeah, of course.

Just let me put my clothes on. I'll be right there.

You are in no shape to go running.

I can't let her beat me.

That is a super mature attitude.

Shut up and hold my hair.

Okay.

Oh. You had the clams.

(theme music)

(mumbling)

That looks good.

-Mm, thank you. -Mm-hmm.

Hey.

(clears throat) There are other rooms

in the apartment for that.

I thought you were sleeping in today. No classes.

I was, but then I was pulled out of my slumber

by the smell of pancakes.

-(Tim): Yeah? -(Lucy): Yay.

You want some? One or two?

-Uh, three, please. -Three?

(doorbell rings)

No, wait, wait. Um, shoot.

I totally forgot. Um...

Isabel, uh, texted me.

She's in town and needed to talk,

so I-I just told her to come here. I hope that's okay.

Oh, yeah. Um. Of course.

Hey, I'm sorry. I meant to tell you after you got out of the shower,

but, you know, I got in the shower, and...

-Stop. -Oh, please, stop. I'll get it.

-Sorry. -It's okay.

Hi. You must be Isabel. I'm Tamara.

Hey. (chuckles)

Hey. Look at you. You look great.

(Isabel): Oh. Thanks.

Amazing what a few years of sobriety does for the skin.

-(Tim): Yeah. -It's nice to see you again, Lucy.

Thanks for letting me crash your breakfast.

No, no, not at all. Um, can I get you something?

-Wouldn't say no to some coffee. -Okay. Yeah.

Come over here.

-(Tim): When did you get in? -(Isabel): A few hours ago.

(whispering): Is that the Isabel? The ex-wife Isabel?

Stop. You're so loud. Yes.

Tim invited her here? That's weird, right?

No. I mean, it's totally fine. It's...

It's a little weird.

I'm gonna do a little digging.

-No. -Yes, I am.

Tamara. Seriously, don't.

(Tim): So, is everything okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. But I need your help.

I worked a UC assignment eight years ago

before I fell from grace infiltrating the Teska family.

Oh, I know all about them. Yeah, they're big time in Sylmar.

Guns, drugs, prostitution.

Yeah, but back in the day, they were up-and-comers.

But they had big ambitions. The boss was Frank.

He had a 10-year-old daughter, Dara. Great kid. Super bright.

I'm sure you took her under your wing.

Yeah. I mean, someone had to. He was a single dad,

barely paid any attention to her. I was part of the crew,

so I was at the house all the time, and we became close,

in that weird way you do when you're pretending to be someone else.

But after we arrested her dad, I scattered, you know?

Left that identity behind and went on to the next case.

I hadn't heard from her in eight years.

-Until now. -Yeah.

I had an answering service through the department

as a firewall between that life and my real one.

Last night they forwarded me a message from Dara.

(Dara): Nikki, it's Dara. I know it's been forever.

I don't even know if you still check this

but I'm scared and I didn't know who to call.

Sorry, this was dumb. I shouldn't have--

-(tires screeching) -I have to go.

I called her back a few hours later, no answer.

Ran a quick social media check, reached out to her friends.

-No one's seen her. -And you can't go knocking

on doors in the old neighborhood 'cause you're out of cover.

-Exactly. -(Lucy): Mm-hmm.

You know, why don't you come down to the station?

I'll get a warrant for her phone.

-We'll find her. -Thank you.

Yeah.

(light hubbub)

(groans)

Well, that's where that lives now.

(Grey): I got it.

Show off.

You can start maternity leave at any time.

(sighs) Too many open cases.

I-I'll take my leave in a couple weeks.

Alright.

Are you sure you're okay?

I have to pee every five minutes.

There's a stabbing pain in both my hips and I barely sleep.

But I am glowing, right?

Radiant.

Thorsen. You're assigned to Detective Lopez

as her personal aide until further notice.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

Don't thank me yet, son. (scoffs)

Officer Thorsen at your service. What you need?

Honestly? Antacids. Like a lot.

I bought this on my way into work this morning.

You know, I don't think you're supposed to take that many.

Antacids it is. You need anything else while I'm out?

No. Uh, yes.

Canned Chilorio. Sinaloa style.

I don't think canned meat's gonna help

with your indigestion.

On it. Yeah.

-And a cherry soda! -(Thorsen): Got it!

What?

(Isabel): It's weird to be back.

Yeah, well, at least it's under better circumstances.

-Much. -Bradford. Welcome back.

-Isabel? -Hey, Smitty.

I almost didn't recognize you without the, uh--

Greasy hair and track marks?

No. I was gonna say the badge.

Good to see you.

Welcome back? Were you on vacation?

I was on leave for a shooting. I just got cleared.

-You okay? -Yeah. Well, mostly. Yeah.

Lucy thinks I should start meditating.

-(chuckling) -I know, right?

The famous Isabel.

Yeah. You ever work with her?

No. But I knew of her. First as a rock star UC,

then as a cautionary tale. Why is she back?

Uh, an old case.

Are you okay with that?

Why wouldn't I be?

It's not a big deal. I mean, he-- He's over her.

I know that. I'm just making sure you do.

-Totally. I-- Stop it. -(chuckling)

So I did a deep dive on Isabel.

-Yeah, what deep dive? -(Tamara): The one we talked about.

-Mm. -I'm pretty sure she's single.

And she's working with a police officer support network

in Santa Fe while she gets a degree in social work.

See? I mean, it sounds like she's built a whole new life for herself.

-This is amazing. -Sure.

Or she wants Tim to see she's doing well.

He did say she looked good.

Okay. Why then would she agree to meet

at his new girlfriend's apartment?

Keep your enemies close. I'm just saying.

Tamara. (sighs)

(Tim): Chen, let's move.

-Dara's uncle's on his way in. -Goodbye.

-Hey. -Hey.

-Good morning. -Morning. Where's your boot?

Oh, uh, Grey gave her a personal day.

Rookies don't get personal days.

Well, I guess if anyone deserves an exception,

it is Juarez.

Side note. Got something.

Bailey has a friend from college visiting us right now.

Oh, let me guess. They are partying like it's 1999.

I have never seen Bailey so hungover.

I have a friend like that. She texts me every Friday night

at midnight to ask me what I am up to

as if I do not have babies at home.

(chuckles) Alright.

So when does Princess Bad News leave?

-(cellphone ringing) -Tomorrow, which is good.

I don't think Bailey's liver can take another day.

Oh.

Do not answer that. Oh, you--

Randy? Is this another butt dial?

Nyla Harper, you jokester.

I would never dial you with my buttocks.

No, actually, I have a teensie, tinsie frage for you.

Hypothetically, when is trespassing a crime?

Always.

But what if you're trying to help somebody?

Randy, I don't know how to make this any clearer,

do not trespass.

Okie dokies. Danke schoen, my wisest friend.

-What was that about? -I hope to never find out.

Thanks for coming in. I'm Sergeant Bradford.

(Tim): We got a call this morning about your niece, Dara.

Oh. Ed always gave me the creeps.

He used to talk directly to my chest.

-What did you do? -Nothing.

I was trying to get a foothold. I needed him to like me.

Said she seemed to be in a bit of distress last night

and hasn't been able to get in touch with her since.

I haven't seen her since yesterday morning.

She's 18. She comes and goes as she pleases.

What friend was this?

I've got her name written down over at my desk.

Um, listen, what I'm trying to figure out here,

can you think of any place that Dara might like to hang out?

-A boyfriend's house? -Not that I know of.

You sure this isn't just an excuse to jam me up,

business I'm in?

No, sir. No, this is purely a welfare check on your niece.

You know, her dad gets out of prison tomorrow.

What's his relationship like with her?

Any strife about him coming home?

Nah. Nah, we're excited to have him back.

Gonna throw a party.

(Tim): That's great. You did bring up your business.

I mean, is there any chance that could be connected to her disappearance?

Look, you--

-You keep saying "disappeared". -(suspenseful music)

She'd probably just sleeping one off at a friend's house.

Of course. Yeah, well, listen, if you hear from her, uh,

please give me a call. Okay?

(woman): Right this way, Mr. Teska.

Any chance we can get a warrant on his phone?

Not based on what we have so far.

You should talk to Frank.

See if it's all one big happy family like Ed said.

Hey, I need a sure fire hangover remedy.

-(cellphone ringing) -Uh, pickle juice.

Harper says pickle juice. Thank you.

-What now? -(Randy): Hypothetically,

if a person did end up trespassing

-and then found a dead body-- -Whoa! Dead or murdered?

(Randy): Uh...

Hypothetically murdered.

Okay, look, whatever you do, do not touch it.

-(gasps) -(Harper): In fact, don't touch anything.

Especially if it looks like it was related to the crime.

-(squeaking) -(gasping)

Uh, hypothetically, if I, uh, fell in the man's blood...

Okay, seriously, what is going on?

Randy broke into someone's house, found a murdered man,

-and then fell in his blood. -(Randy): Hypothetically.

-Police! Show me your hands! -(siren wailing)

-(man): Right there. -Uh, Nyla, I have to go.

(officer): Don't move.

Cut it out.

Oh, there you are. Meine bestest freunde.

-Hey, Randy. -You know this nut job?

I do. Which is why I need to ask for a favor.

Let me take over this case.

Oh, forget it. It's the easiest solve I ever had.

I'm not gonna just hand it to you.

-Yeah, he didn't do it. -Like hell, he didn't.

We have been communicating with him all day.

This is just a really bad case of wrong place, wrong time.

No, no, no. I am excellent with time, I'm German.

Randy, you're not helping.

Please? Look, in exchange,

I will take something else off of your plate.

What's a case that has been giving you grief?

NoHo Doe.

-(groans) -(hisses)

Ooh, that sounds fun. What's a NoHo Doe?

A torso found in a vacant lot

with no definitive cause of death, no witnesses,

and no way to ID him.

You give us this case, I will take NoHo Doe.

Deal.

Dieter's all yours.

It's Randy. Dieter was my uncle.

He is not a very good detective.

What's up, guys? What's the haps?

Randy, we need you to tell us everything

about why you were in this house.

Don't answer that.

What are you doing here?

Representing my client.

Monica is your lawyer?

How do you two even know each other?

He's helped me track down a few...

hard to locate witnesses.

Oh, ja , that guy was hard to find,

but no one hides from the fingers

of Skip Tracer Randy.

Look, we are just treating Randy as a witness in this case,

not as a suspect.

We just want him to tell us what he knows.

That's fine. As long as I'm present.

-(groans) -My freedom has been restored.

What should I do with this second chance at life?

Eat a ghost pepper? Oh! Declare my secret love

to an unsuspecting friend?

Definitely not the last one.

(Randy): Oh, just the ghost pepper, then.

(Thorsen): Okay, so what's next?

(sighs) (Lopez): Inter-departmental meeting.

I've been looking forward to it all morning.

The chairs are super comfy and the donuts are heaven.

I mean, you could always just buy yourself donuts.

-Free donuts taste better. -(cellphone chimes)

-Oh, crap. -What?

They switched the location.

To where?

-(sighs) -(Thorsen): Oh.

I can do this. (sighs)

-Yeah, you can do this. -Yeah.

(groaning)

-I can't do this. -Okay, you know what?

How about I just go and grab you a donut

and I can FaceTime you in the meeting?

-Deal. -Yeah.

(groaning)

(sighs)

You know what? Uh, I got you. Yeah.

(Randy): I met her at a bar.

-Met who? -The woman who hired me.

To do what? Uh, just-- Randy,

just pretend like we don't know anything.

Right, okay, so a bar is a place where people--

-I'm giving him back to Scanlon. -Hold on.

Randy, I know linear thinking is difficult but try.

Emily Johnson.

She'd read online about my fame

as a skip-tracer-bounty-hunter and asked to meet me.

-At a bar? -Exactly. Yeah.

She told me she was being stalked by a man named Nelson Friske,

and would I scare the "bejesus" out of him?

I don't know who is this "BeJesus",

but is he, like, from the sequel?

Uh, yes. Okay, so you showed up at Nelson Friske's house,

-and he was already dead? -Oh, as a dormouse.

Who exactly is Nelson Friske?

A 43-year-old day trader

with a prolific side hobby of being an Internet troll.

Oh, so potentially dozens of suspects.

Yes. Which is why we need to find this Emily Johnson.

Uh, do you have a phone number for her?

-Ja , I can send to you. -Great. Now you go home.

Why? I want to be with you guys, my partners.

Sorry, Randy. You're just too close to this one.

So I think legally, it's best for you just to sit at home

and wait for us to unravel this mystery.

He's right. Go home. Stay out of trouble.

Of course. Because "Trouble" is not my middle name.

It's actually Randy. Randy Randy. Yeah, if anyone cares.

So, how long have you been dating Lucy?

-A few months. -Mm.

Are you seeing anyone?

I was. And then I wasn't. And then I was.

You know the drill.

They were nice, it's just...

you set the bar really high.

(ringing)

-Here we go. -(clears throat)

Frank Teska, I'm Sergeant Tim Bradford.

I'm in charge of locating your daughter. She's missing.

What do you mean, missing?

-Did you talk to my brother Ed? -I did.

Said he hasn't seen her since yesterday.

Has she been in contact with you at all?

(sighs) Not recently.

I get a card at Christmas.

Not for Father's Day, though. Can't say I blame her.

But can you think of anywhere she might go when she's upset?

I don't know.

I mean, who'd go after Dara?

She's never hurt anyone.

Yeah, I mean, you've made a lot of powerful enemies.

Is there any chance someone's trying to get to you through her?

Mm. No one would dare.

Okay, well, if you think of anything...

She's a good kid. (sniffles)

She deserves better than...

Find her.

Yeah, we're doing everything we can.

Yeah. Thanks.

How long till he makes the call?

(man on radio): Sergeant, I have the tap on that call

-from the prison to Ed Teska. -Patch it through.

(Frank): Where the hell is my daughter?

The police are telling me she's missing.

(Ed): Relax. She's a teenager. She'll turn up.

(Frank): When I'm out of here tomorrow,

you and I are gonna have to have a talk.

I'm hearing things and I'm not happy.

(Ed): Stop listening to the rumors.

People are trying to come between us.

-And don't let them. -(Frank): Find my kid.

(line clicks)

Well, maybe Ed's telling the truth.

Maybe he doesn't know where Dara is.

Maybe, but he is a professional liar.

He once had Frank convinced someone greenlit a hit on him,

had him running from his shadow...

The motel.

What?

When Frank thought he'd been greenlit,

he told me to take Dara somewhere safe

while he dealt with it.

We stayed at a motel by the beach.

-Maybe she's there. -Okay.

(Harper): So, the number Randy gave us for Emily was a fake.

(Nolan): Well, then, I'm guessing her name was fake, too.

Well, if she is one of Nelson's victims,

a fake name would make sense.

She wouldn't want us to track her

through her online communications.

But then why involve Randy?

To create reasonable doubt.

I mean, it wouldn't even have to be a good frame job

in order for it to work.

All her lawyer would have to do is point

to the 6'4" German man found at the crime scene

-covered in the victim's blood. -(cellphone ringing)

Oh, speaking of.

Tell me you are at home.

Are you familiar with the Britney Spears classic

Oops! I Did It Again?

(sirens wailing)

-(suspenseful music) -I have to go.

See you back at the station.

Let me see your hands!

Hi, Jan and friends.

Randy, you are making it very difficult for us to not prosecute you.

I was just trying to help you guys find the real killer.

If you find a lead, just text us.

The good news is we know that fake Emily's real name

is Ariel Riser.

Uniforms found $5,000 in cash in her bedroom,

along with a note that had your phone number on it.

Hmm, so someone paid her to frame my client

and then killed her to cover their tracks.

Yes, that is what it looks like.

But the question is why Randy?

Was he just a patsy, or does our killer hold a grudge against him, too?

Why would anyone have a grudge against Skip Tracer Randy?

-Everybody loves me. -Right.

But pretending they don't,

why don't you give us a list of all your bounties

and skip traces from the past five years?

Hopefully one of the names on that list will match

one of Nelson's victims and we will have our killer.

Great, and I will start looking at Nelson's social medias--

No, you will not. You will get us that list,

and then you will go home.

Randy, as your lawyer, I'm begging you to stay there.

You are no funs. You are zero with the funs.

You're like a monkey allergic to bananas.

(Bailey): Please remind me why we had to drive all the way

to this specific coffee cart

instead of the one five minutes from my bed?

Because they have a liquor license and--

-Hi. -Oh, hang on.

Please tell me we did not come all the way here

so you could meet up with some guy.

What? We've been chatting online and he asked if we could meet.

-Is that why you came to LA? -No.

Come on, Bales, please? I need this.

-What about your husband? -Ugh, whatever.

Roger's in love with his physical therapist.

(sighs)

-Okay, fine. -Yes.

But I'm staying here with you.

I'm not having you get murdered by some random man

-you met on the Internet. -(squeals)

You are the best. Grab us some margaritas?

(seagulls crying)

(Isabel): Dara and I stayed here for a week.

We ate junk food, swam in the ocean, danced on the bed.

I know it doesn't sound like much,

but when you're spending every second of the day on high alert

waiting for it all to go sideways,

it feels good just to... breathe.

I get it.

'Cause I held my breath

every time you left on a long-term assignment.

And then you'd come home and...

And I'd still be gone in my head.

No matter how much I wanted to be there with you.

Anyway. Um, so, is that "escape"

why you think Dara will come here?

(sighs) I don't know.

I could be projecting. Just... she was scared.

She called me for a reason.

Maybe it's 'cause this is where she felt safe.

Okay, well, if she does come here,

you're gonna need backup, right?

You're not a cop anymore. No gun, no badge.

So Lucy's on her way here.

I can't believe after everything I put you through,

you're dating another UC.

I know. (chuckles)

(inhales deeply) But Lucy's different.

She isn't a junky in waiting?

You know that is not what I meant.

I know. I just--

Seeing you again brings it all back up, you know?

I do.

I still have not been able to find a connection

between Friske and Randy. What about you?

Uh, no. But I did make a list of all the people

that Friske was trolling who seemed most likely to kill him.

-Who's at the top? -Brian Cole.

He is an accountant from Glendale.

Friske hacked Cole's dead wife's ClipTalk account

to send him taunting messages.

-That's sick. -Yeah.

But he has an airtight alibi.

Next on the list are a chef in Venice

whose restaurant closed after Friske posted a wave of fake reviews

and a gym owner in Hollywood

who lost his wife after Friske leaked DMs

he'd sent to a female employee.

-Mm. -Hey, Nolan,

-your fiancée's here. -Oh, great. Uh, reception?

Holding. Just got brought in for being drunk in public.

Hm.

Excuse me.

Uh, hey. Why haven't you arrested Randy yet?

He's been found at two murder scenes.

Okay, I know from the outside,

-it doesn't make any sense-- -To the DA,

it looks like you took Scanlon's case to help out a friend.

Tell the DA to come say that to my face.

Look, I know that's not what's happening here,

but if you don't make some headway on a new suspect soon,

the DA is talking about going over your head.

Alright. Thanks for the heads up.

-Of course. Where's Angela? -Uh, lunch. Again.

Again. (chuckles)

(Nolan): Thank you.

-Hey. -Hey.

-What happened? -Libby took me on her date

with a guy she met on the Internet.

He turned out to be a creep. She started throwing fists

and ran away when the cops showed up.

Okay, I'm starting to think that maybe

Libby isn't the greatest friend to have around.

-I know. I'm just so tired. -(cellphone ringing)

And I just really want to go home and sleep.

I am so sorry. Um, Randy, this really isn't a good time.

John. I found the killer.

I'm in the trunk of his car right now.

Randy combed through Friske's troll accounts

and came to the same conclusion I did.

Brian Cole is a prime suspect.

Except for the fact that Cole has an airtight alibi.

Exactly. But Randy didn't know that,

so he went to Brian's house to "gather evidence"

and... hid in the trunk of Brian's car

when Brian came out to take out the trash.

-And now he's stuck in there. -Okay.

(Harper): Is that the car?

-That's him. -(siren wailing)

Okay, we got to get him out of there on the DL.

Otherwise, the DA is gonna flip out,

have the case reassigned, and throw the book at Randy.

I might have an idea.

(sighs)

-How you doing, sir? -Uh, good afternoon, Officer.

License and registration, please.

So, we received a call saying that you swerved over the double yellow line.

Have you been drinking today, sir?

Absolutely not.

Okay, great. Can you step out of the car, please?

In front of the car.

I'm gonna give you a little field sobriety test.

-Oh, that's not necessary. -Stand on your left foot, please.

Yep. Uh-uh-uh. Eyes on me, sir.

Can you recite the alphabet backwards,

only saying every other letter?

Um... Okay, uh, Z.

-(Harper): Uh-huh. -X.

(whispering): Wow! This is exciting!

-Shh. Stay down. -Got it.

(whispering indistinctly)

-V. -Yeah.

T...

-(Harper): Leg up, please. -Uh, higher? Yeah?

-P... Uh, P. -Alright. Thank you.

Does that mean I can go?

Uh, yeah. Uh, drive safe out there.

Okay. Yeah.

Wow, that was thrilling.

I felt like Thomas Cruise in Missions Impossible.

Do you have any idea how stupid that was?

-No. -We already looked into this guy.

He had nothing to do with the murder.

Okay, I know you want to help, but involving yourself

with this case will only give the prosecution

more ammunition against you at trial.

-Oh, wait, does this mean I have to go home again? -Oh, absolutely not.

No. Obviously, you cannot be trusted to stay out of trouble.

-So you are coming with us. -Whoo-hoo! Reunited partners!

When am I issued a service weapon?

-Oh, my God. -(Tim): Oh, here she is.

Alright, be careful out there, okay?

You haven't seen Dara in eight years.

You don't know what she's gotten herself into. She's not a kid anymore.

And it's been a minute since you've done this.

Yes, sir. Always the protector.

-You wired up? -Yeah, the receiver's in my car.

-Hey, thanks for helping out. -Yeah, of course.

You have a history that might work here?

I've got a backstory that puts me in Chowchilla for two years.

Let's go with that if we have to,

-say we met there. -Done.

(Lucy): I got to admit, I was hoping to, uh,

pick your brain a bit.

(chuckles)

(static hissing)

You want to know my cheat codes for dating Tim?

-What? No. -(chuckles)

No. I've got him all figured out.

(static hissing)

No. I wanted to ask you about your time undercover.

I mean, you are a legend.

The cases you closed, the people you put away.

I know it didn't end the way you wanted.

No, it, uh... it didn't.

I'm sorry. I...

I guess what I'm trying to ask is

with all the bad things that can and did happen, um...

You want to know if it was worth it?

Yeah.

Um, honestly, uh, I-I can't answer that.

Mm.

Being undercover derailed my entire life.

I-I lost my husband, my job,

my self-respect. Almost lost my life.

But I-I can't put all that on being a UC.

Plenty of people make it out without becoming a full-blown addict.

There were just-- There were things from my past that...

Anyway, I, um...

From what Tim tells me,

you have much healthier coping mechanisms.

Being a UC is hard.

You have to keep secrets from the people that are closest to you.

And you live in this constant state of fight or flight.

That wears on your relationships no matter what.

But if you go in with your eyes open,

and you're prepared to make those sacrifices,

your experience might be different than mine.

I hope it is.

(Thorsen): Yeah, Unis brought this guy in.

He's suspected of attacking his boss with a bat.

Suspect wore a ski mask. No DNA.

But the boss is convinced it's him.

-So we need a confession. -That would be ideal.

(sighing)

Good afternoon, Mr. Hayden. I just have a few questions,

and we'll have you out of here as soon as possible.

I didn't do anything.

Hold that thought.

(groans)

-What's wrong? -Gotta pee.

(rhythmic music)

(sighs)

Where were you at the time of the attack?

Uh, the bathroom.

(♪♪)

(sighs)

Again?

(♪♪)

(gulping)

Ah!

Did anyone see you?

Um, I'm not...

(belching)

Sorry. Never get pregnant.

I'm basically disgusting 24-7 now.

(rhythmic music continues)

Should I call somebody to take over?

Nah, I got him right where I want him.

(chuckles) Okay.

(snoring)

How would you characterize your relationship with your boss?

Ah, uh... Normal.

I mean, you know how bosses can be.

Hold that thought. I have to pee again.

It was me! I attacked him.

He called me an idiot, so I went and got a bat.

Just please let me out of this room.

Great, let me get some paper so we can write up your statement.

-(groans) -(Thorsen): How about I get it?

Ah.

(♪♪)

(Nolan): The Venn diagram of the people Randy knows

and the people he annoys is a circle.

Yeah, but who did he annoy enough to want him dead?

That's the tricky part. Hey, did we say you could get up?

It is so boring over there.

I think I could be more helpful here,

working the case with my partners.

-(cellphone chimes) -Where do we start?

Randy, who just texted you?

Oh, that's from my friend Cooper.

Cooper Logue? He owns a gym?

Ja! You know the Coops?

Is that the guy that Nelson doxed

for sexting his employees?

Yes. Randy, what did he text you?

Oh. Oh, just a hilarious indoor joke.

Yeah, Randy, that's the symbol for death.

He's actually threatening you.

Oh, no. That is ridiculous. We play pickleball together.

He sends me this emoji to let me know that I killed it on the court.

Oh, he is such a good sport.

I've defeated him I think 21 times in a row,

and he does not mind at all.

-Oh. I see now. -(Harper): Mm.

Context is very important.

I think Cooper Logue is the one who wants me dead.

Randy, I think you might be right.

Do you know where we can find him?

-I do. -The only problem is

we don't have any hard evidence

tying him to either murder.

What if he tried to kill me, hm?

I will be your decoy duck.

No. Randy, we can't do that.

Oh, come on. Just say yes.

I would go there, get him all riled up.

Say provocative things to get his angry juices flowing.

No need. I think you can just be yourself.

Oh. Really? You think that would do it?

I got a great feeling about this.

There he is.

Well, I wouldn't have pegged him for a pickleball guy, but alright.

You ready to do this?

Ready.

Really think he'll take the bait?

Hey, Cooper. Ready for Randy to hand you your hintern again?

Yeah! What's up, man? I'm gonna treat you like Seabiscuit.

Oh. Well, there's your answer.

(rhythmic music)

(grunting)

Hey! Drop the German! Put the German down!

(cellphone ringing)

(Tim): Hey, you get the issue with the wire sorted out?

Yeah, we're all good. It got disconnected somehow.

(chuckles)

-(Lucy): Check, one, two. -Alright, gotcha.

-(Isabel): There's Dara. -(Lucy): Babe, we got to go.

Time for you to put Nikki back on.

Let's see if I still got it.

(tense music)

Hey, it's Nikki.

Look at you. You're all grown up.

I didn't think you'd actually come.

Well, I'm here. You gonna let us in?

Who's she?

Amber.

Nik brought me for, uh... emotional support.

Your message made it sound like things were popping off.

Thought we could use some backup.

So, how do you guys know each other?

I did a stint in Chowchilla.

That's where you've been all these years?

For part of it. Listen, I know I left without saying goodbye,

but when your old man got busted, I had to bounce

or I would've been picked up, too.

-I didn't have a choice. -Right.

Everyone else gets to leave, and I get left behind.

What's going on, D? Why'd you call the old number?

My dad's getting out tomorrow.

And last night I heard my uncle talking about taking him out

so he doesn't have to hand back the crown.

Hey, it's Bradford.

-What's up? -We found the kid.

She says Ed Teska ordered a hit on his brother.

I'll alert the prison. Get him put in solitary

until he's released.

Hey, four shooters just showed up at the motel.

I need backup, code-3.

(line ringing)

-Hey, what's up? -Four shooters just landed.

You got less than a minute.

Two are going in the front, and two are going around back.

They're here.

-Who? -How many?

Four. Tim says we've got 60 seconds.

-Who's Tim? -Is there a back window?

-Someplace you can escape to? -There's a balcony,

-but we're on the second floor. -What the hell is going on?

-Who are you talking to? -Put me on speaker.

Look, if you get caught up in there, it's a fatal funnel.

-What else you got? -I say we take the hallway.

Do a feigned retreat to the south.

Dynamic entry on opposing adjacent rooms.

Take long angles. Wedge out and post up till backup arrives.

But I'm gonna need a weapon.

-(Tim): That's not bad. Lucy? -Yeah, I can do that.

-How long until backup arrives? -Backup's en route.

What the hell is going on?! Who the hell are you with this--

This hallway-wedge-post crap?!

We're cops. I'm retired. She's active-current.

-You were undercover? -I know it's a lot, but--

You're the reason my dad was sent to prison!

-You lied to me! -Dara, please. I can explain.

But right now we need to focus on getting--

(dramatic music)

-(gunshot) -Get back!

(tense music)

(man): Get back here!

(siren wailing)

(gunshots)

(screaming)

(groaning)

(panting)

(man): Hold still!

It's okay. Alright?

We got you. You're safe now, alright? It's okay.

Hey. I thought you weren't leaving until tomorrow.

I changed my flight. A car will be here any moment.

Oh, a car? I can just take you.

That's not necessary.

Is something wrong?

I have something I need to talk to you about,

but I just don't know how.

How long have we been friends?

You can say whatever you want to me.

I think you might have a drinking problem.

I might have a drinking problem?

Listen, I've done my best to keep up on these yearly visits,

but I'm a mom of two now,

and I just don't have it in me anymore.

I don't know how you manage with all of your jobs and hobbies,

but I'm afraid you might be an alcoholic.

(cellphone chimes)

Oh, that's my ride. I hope you're not mad,

and I hope that you take what I said to heart.

Oh, I heard every word.

Why don't we take next year off

and just give me a little time to get my life together

-and things, you know? -I'm proud of you.

Yeah. (breathes sharply)

(rhythmic music)

(bell dings)

Guys, that was so much fun.

Not by my definition, but you do you.

No, actually, you-- Yeah. Stop-- Stop doing "you".

And stop accepting jobs that break the law

or put you in danger, please. For all of our sakes.

I will. As soon as I help this mysterious

and glamorous widow discover who dumped her husband's body

in the reservoir.

Wow. I joshed you good. That's the plot to Chinatown,

a classic film. Want to come over tonight and watch it?

-I have plans. -No.

Okay. Rain check, it is!

-Get better soon. -I will do. Bye!

Hey, Sarge. Need something?

I'm here to escort you to your car.

Oh, I just have some paperwork to finish.

No, you're going home. And you're going to stay home.

I don't want to see you back here

until you've given birth to this child.

-Understood? -Yes, Sarge.

Good.

Relax. Kick your feet up.

Let Wesley dote on you. You deserve it.

Thank you.

Where are you going?

(sighs) To pee and get a snack.

You just live five minutes away.

You think she'll be okay?

I hope so.

-And you? -Yeah.

You know, when you go undercover,

people always warn you about the fear, the danger,

but no one ever talks about how hard it is

when you have to leave someone behind.

And it's not like you could come home and talk to me about it.

This girl was clearly important to you,

and I'd never heard her name until this morning.

Patrol just found Ed Teska murdered in an alley in Koreatown.

-Made a run at the king. -And his daughter. And missed.

That gets you killed 10 times out of 10.

-You want me to tell her? -No. I got it.

(soft music)

I don't even know your real name.

It's Isabel.

I know you're going through a lot right now,

but it is vital that you don't tell anyone I was a cop.

It would endanger not only me,

but everyone who helped me,

whether they knew who I was or not.

Meaning I'd put myself in danger, too.

Tell me the truth.

Was I just a way for you to get to my dad?

At first, maybe. But you needed someone.

Your dad barely remembered to feed you.

And I saw how alone you were at a moment

where I felt alone myself.

So I looked out for you,

and took care of myself in the process.

I have something difficult to tell you.

Your uncle's dead.

Good. He tried to kill me.

The police are pretty sure that your dad ordered it.

And he's getting out of prison tomorrow?

Yeah. You gonna be there when he walks out?

No. I got money hidden away.

I'm gonna disappear for a while.

I need to figure out what the hell I want my life to be

and whether my dad will be part of it.

If you ever need me,

you know the number.

Thanks for coming when I called.

Any time.

(Lucy): Oof.

Do you want a beer?

Yeah. Sounds great.

She seems good. Happy.

Isabel?

-Mm. -Yeah.

Yeah, she deserves it.

♪ Feed that restless heart Restless heart ♪

♪ It's burning up You're burning up again ♪

It was nice to get to know the uh,

actual person behind all your stories.

Is that what you were doing when you turned your mic off?

-No. -Mm?

We were talking trash about you, of course.

-Funny. -Mm-hmm.

♪ Not on my own, not on my own ♪

Can I share something vulnerable with you?

Yeah. Of course.

♪ Not on my own, not on my own ♪♪

I love working undercover. I love it.

But, um, you know, I've never gone as deep as Isabel did.

Six months here, a year there--

And you're worried you won't be able to handle it?

No. Um...

I'm worried that you won't.

I'll be fine.

-Yeah. -Okay? I will.

Come here.

(sighs softly)

(rhythmic music)