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Hello, Demon Legion.
Flash Rob here.

Last month we hit the Galleria.

Then we took the Grove.

Next, I think you
deserve an easier target

with even deeper pockets.

Details in the chat.
Let me know who's in.

Good hunting.

♪ Money, money, money, money ♪

♪ Money ♪

♪ Money, money,
money, money... ♪

Hello, friends.

Please put your
valuables on the floor

and do not move.

This is a... Well, you know.

♪ For the love of money ♪

♪ Dollar bills,
y'all, come on now ♪

♪ Money, money, money ♪

♪ People will steal
from their mothers ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah. ♪

Bitch, did you not
hear what I said?

Valuables on the ground.

I think I'll hold
on to these, thanks.

Hands! In the air!

Freeze, dirtbag.

Drop the crowbar.

Are you kidding?

Put your
hands behind you.

Congratulations, minions.

You just walked
into an LAPD sting.

You're all being arrested.

You should be more careful

about who you let into
your Discord chat.

But I'll tell you what:

Whoever wants to tell
me who Flash Rob is

gets a Get Out of
Jail Free card.

Nobody knows.

Well, it was worth a shot.

Aw. Don't look so sad, friend.

At least you're going
home with bracelets.

Let's go.

Congratulations, Sergeant
Grant, for this is the biggest

flash rob bust in
Southland history.

Yeah, well, I'd be feeling
a lot better right now

if I'd gotten cuffs
on Flash Rob himself.

Who knows, maybe we did.

Yeah, maybe.

I'm gonna go talk to the owner.

- See you back at the station.
- You got it.

I think they're
closed for the day.

Damn. Well,
what happened here?

I like your tattoo.

Thanks...

You're welcome, Flash.

Or do you prefer Rob?

Oh, I know what you're
thinking right now.

You've got a phone full
of incriminating evidence

and you think it might be
better to just run for it.

But that would be
a very bad idea...

Damn it!

Too slow, son. I told you.

Who's too slow now?

Come in.

Hey, guys.

- Thanks for coming over.
- Hi.

- How you holding up?
- Uh, yeah, I-I'm okay.

You know, a little
lonely, but getting by.

Nothing to raise the spirits
like some good spirits.

I actually have a
Malbec breathing.

Uh, no Jee-Yun tonight?

No, uh, we are taking
advantage of the sitter

while she's still in town.

Ooh, and none for me.

My trainer says I need to
lay off the booze.

Okay. Does he want
you to lay off the dessert?

'Cause we were gonna
have Baked Alaska.

Baked Alaska?

Well, since when do
you make Baked Alaska?

Since Tommy dumped me.

I've, uh, been on
this baking kick.

Any time I get the
urge to call him,

I just I channel the impulse
into something positive.

That's very healthy.

Ah, ooh, you guys
are taking home...

a lemon loaf, by the way.

And...

a walnut loaf.

And a pumpkin loaf.

Seems like a lot of loaf.

Don't discourage
him, I love loaf.

I don't know that this qualifies
as a more positive response.

Wait, so y-you think
I should call Tommy?

Maybe you should start
thinking about what's next,

instead of what's past.

Yeah. Maybe it's time to
jump back in the pond.

I don't know which
pond to jump back into.

I think that you have to
trust the universe is gonna...

bring you a special person.

For now, take a deep breath

and step away from the baked goods.

That's my baked brie.

- You baked brie?
- Yeah, your favorite.

Mm. Beautiful, right? Hey.

What? What's, uh, what's wrong?

Why do you look like
you're gonna barf?

Uh, I can't really do the
stinky cheese right now.

Brie is not a stinky cheese.

It is to me, so if
we could just...

Okay, uh, you loved brie.

I mean, the only time I've
ever seen you turn down brie

is when you were
pregnant with...

You're pregnant.

That's why you didn't
drink the wine.

That is why I didn't
drink the wine.

Why didn't you tell me?

Uh, it's just the
first trimester.

And you're a blabbermouth.

And... you know,

we know that you're
going through a hard time

and we didn't want to rub our
good news in your face, so...

This isn't good news.

This is the best
news. Guys, hey.

Come here, I-I'm
so happy for you.

- Aww. - Hey.
- Thanks, buddy.

Yeah.

You tell anyone, you're dead.

Understood.

You're telling me there
wasn't another fire company

to take this call?

Captain Nash, thank
God. Grady's this way.

- Grady Stunts?
- Afraid so.

There was an incident
during a take.

He fell off of
the aerial ladder.

How did this happen?

Because that limey bastard
doesn't know a pedestal knob

from the one between his knees.

Brad was operating the aerial
with a stuntman on the ladder?

He was swinging it so
fast hither and thither

he knocked Grady off.

Bet he didn't mention that
in the 911 call, did he?

- Have you tried retracting it?
- Yes, we tried retracting it.

Problem is, Captain
Dingus over there

fried the ladder's
gearbox. It's stuck.

Did he hit his
head when he fell?

No, he was just dangling
there and then he passed out.

Buck, Eddie, you're going up.
Let's bring him down, copy that?

Copy you, Cap.

Sir, can you hear me? Sir?

No response. Starting
a sternal rub.

Sir?

- - Okay.
- All right. Stay calm.

We're gonna get you down, okay?

Tell me they got it.

- Got what?
- The shot.

Tell me they got the shot.

He's responsive,
Cap. Coming down now.

Copy that. Good job, guys.

Why would you ever allow an
actor to operate the aerial?

Because he said it
was his closeup.

You're the tech advisor. It's
your job to explain to him

that it's a bad idea,
that it's not safe.

Yeah, well, you
trying telling that

to that halfwit Royal
Shakespeare Company reject!

Hey,
buddy. How's it going?

It'll be going a lot better
once my mate, Grady, up there

is returned to solid ground.

And once I have a
latte in my hand.

Coming right up.

- He loves my lattes.
- Ah.

Whoa, whoa.

Hollywood Bob.

- Hey.
- It is so lovely to see you again, mate.

It's good
to see you, too, Brad.

Can't tell you how nice it is to

finally have some real
talent on set again, hmm?

Yep.

Yeah. Okay.

I got it. Thanks.

- Ugh.
- You wanted to see me, Captain?

Yeah, come in, Sergeant.

- How's the leg?
- Oh, barely even noticed it.

Any word yet from
Robbery-Homicide on Flash Rob?

He's still in the wind.

- Damn.
- Yeah, but focus on the positives here.

We smashed a major
theft syndicate.

Booked 21 out of
22 perpetrators.

Take the win.

A snake isn't dead until
you cut off his head.

I still can't believe
I let him slip away.

You didn't let him slip
away. You pulled a hamstring.

Listen...

I know this is probably not what
you want to hear right now...

You do not need to put
me on the IR, Captain.

The doctor said it
was a tweaked muscle.

A glorified twinge, really.

You're not fooling anybody

trying to hide that
limp, you know.

Limp? What limp?
I'm fine, Elaine.

I don't need any time off.

Son, is there a reason
why you're hovering

closer than my shadow?

Sergeant Grant, this is
Probationary Officer Sparks.

I can't tell you what an honor
it is to be riding with you.

"Riding with me"?

What is he talking about?

That's what I've
been trying to tell you.

Sparks will be joining
you out on patrol.

You know I work best alone.

Not wet-nursing some
greenhorn. No offense, kid.

No, none taken, ma'am.

I know you're a lone
wolf, but even lone wolves

can use company sometimes.

Oh, I see.

You're giving me a caretaker.

No, Sparks has been
lobbying to train under you

since he graduated from
the academy two months ago.

It's true, ma'am.

It's Sergeant, not ma'am.

Yes, ma'am. Sergeant.

Sparks graduated top of
his class from the academy.

I want him to learn
from the best.

And with all due
respect, ma'am, that is you.

You've led the
station in arrests

for 110 consecutive months.

Three Patrol Service ribbons.

Three Police Medals of Valor.

If I wanted my greatest
hits, I'd Google myself.

And it's 104 months, so
get your facts straight.

Copy that, Sergeant.

All right, guys, lunch is up.

Smells amazing.
What are we having?

Fresh-baked garlic
bread, baked ziti

and bread pudding for dessert.

Since when did you
become a master baker?

Uh, when Tommy dumped me.

Now, whenever I feel tempted
to reach out to him, I just...

Bake?

- I know, it, uh, it sounds dumb.
- It's not dumb.

You found a coping skill
to deal with cravings.

We do the same
thing in recovery.

Well, I-I don't feel
anywhere near recovered.

What I feel is a tractor beam
pulling me towards my phone

to see if he's texted me.

I know that feeling.
Stay strong, man.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

H-He's bubbling me.

Tommy is bubbling me
right now, finally.

So what did he say?

They went away. I don't get it.

Why would he type, type, type
and then not send anything?

Maybe he just changed his mind.

You think I
should call him, right?

Definitely not.

What if he's in trouble
and he needs my help?

That's probably not it.

Yeah, I-I'm gonna call.

Sorry, can't
let you do that, buddy.

Okay. Come on, give it back.

Give it back. I'm-I'm serious.

- Give it back.
- It's for your own good.

- We know you're serious.
- I'm serious.

- We know you're serious.
- Eddie, Eddie... Cap.

That's what scares us.

Can you help me, please?
He's got my phone.

Eddie, come here.

Guys, this...

Hope I'm
not interrupting.

Chief Simpson.

Didn't realize you
were stopping by today.

I can see that.

Captain Nash, may I
have a word, please?

Yeah, of course.

Sorry to
just drop in, Captain.

But I felt I had to have this
conversation with you in person.

It sounds like this is serious.

Uh, you could say that.

I got a call from
Hotshots production today.

Everyone was thrilled
with how you and your team

handled the situation
with the stuntman.

That's good to hear.

They're all big fans of yours.

Especially the star of
the show, Brad Torrance.

A "proper bloke" is how he
described you on the phone.

Well, that's high
praise coming from Brad.

I thought you were here to
tell me I was in trouble.

Well, you are, in a
manner of speaking.

You see,

you know who Mr. Torrance
isn't such a fan of?

Vincent Gerrard.

So, how's that my problem?

Because Brad wants
you back on Hotshots.

He doesn't like
or trust Gerrard.

Says it's affecting
his performance.

Chief, I'm a fire
captain with the LAFD.

Some TV star can't just snap
his fingers and change that.

- Can he?
- The Hotshots franchise

donates a tremendous
amount to our budget.

The point is, one
way or another,

we need to make them happy.

Chief, what exactly are
you asking me to do here?

I want you to go
back to that set

and help Gerrard become a more
likeable version of himself.

With all due respect,

I'm a fire captain,
not a miracle worker.

Then if you want to
stay in this firehouse,

you better start praying.

What exactly are
you writing, probie?

Uh, just... observations.

Such as?

Uh, wh... I noticed you
always leave half a car length

behind the car in front of us.

I'm-I'm guessing in case you
need to make a quick exit.

You needed a whole
page for that?

Well, no, uh, so...

when we stop, I noticed you
always scan for license plates...

registration tags,
I'm guessing...

always left to right.

You check for pedestrians
on the corner,

and then, only after all that,

you allow yourself to
have a sip of coffee.

Totally whiffed on
all that, didn't I?

No, you pretty much hit
the nail on the head.

Too many cops have been shot

sitting in parked cars
to not scan every corner

you ever pull up to.

So, I mean, what
are you looking for

at an intersection like this?

I'm looking for
folks with loose waistbands

and baggy clothes.

To conceal weapons.

Bicyclists with backpacks.

Drug dealers love their
bicycles and backpacks.

Easy delivery.

Right.

Let me ask you something.

You were one of the top
recruits in the academy, right?

The top.

So, why do you want to slum
it out here in these streets?

My dad.

- He was a cop?
- God, no.

No, he's a, he's a con man.

Not a very good one, either.

Used to be too
drunk all the time.

Come home, take it
out on me and my mom.

Sorry to hear that.

One night,

the neighbors called
911, the cops came.

They finally take him away?

No.

But I-I'd never seen him
afraid like that before.

You know, and I thought,
that's real power.

Still get a rush just
thinking about it now.

We don't do it for the power.

Or the rush.

No, of course not.

We do it because we
care about what's right.

And no one cares more than you.

Take this Flash Rob
case, everyone else is

patting themselves on the
back for this big collar.

But not you.

- Flash Rob is still out there.
- But see? Exactly.

The good ones relive their wins.

But the great ones?

They can't let go
of their losses.

I-I can't tell you
what an honor it is

to get to ride with
you before you retire.

Close your eyes.

Uh... Okay.

We've been sitting at this
corner for 30 seconds.

Tell me who's sitting
on that bus bench

three feet to your right.

Uh... crap.

It's okay. Go ahead
and open them.

Bam, bam, bam!

It was a cop killer
with a shotgun.

And you just got
your brains blown out

because you were too
busy chitchatting.

And because you weren't
watching, I'm dead, too.

I'm sorry.

You're dead.

So how can you be sorry?

I don't know.

Something about the kid
just rubs me the wrong way.

So, you don't think
he's up to the job?

Mm. Thank you. No.

He was the top recruit
at the academy.

He's a rock star.

I mean, he's definitely
up to the job.

So then, what's
bugging you? Here.

- Elevate a little higher.
- Oh.

You know, he's just one
of those pick-me types.

Always has his
hand up in the air.

Always got to rush in first.

He's just so... I don't know.

Hungry.

Weren't you hungry
when you hit the streets?

Yeah, but I was
hungry for justice.

Part of me worries this boy's
hungry for something else.

Like what?

Power.

Glory. Control.

And what about the
other part of you?

The other part of me worries
that he might be in it

for all the right reasons,
and that my main problem,

at the moment,

is that it's hard for
me to keep up with him.

Oh.

How's it feeling, by the way?

Hurts like hell.

You know, Bobby wants
me to use a crutch,

but I am not gonna be
shuffling around here

like some granny with a cane.

That would be quite the
sight, though.

Yeah, one you'll
never see.

You know, my doctor says that
I might be losing a step.

Can you believe that?

Well, yeah.

- What?
- Listen,

there's no shame in it, Athena.

You've been
patrolling the streets

for how many decades now?

- Oh, watch it.
- No, uh, listen,

my point is there's bound
to be some wear and tear.

But whatever you lose in speed

and power, you gain in
wisdom and instinct.

That sounds like a
nice way of saying old.

So, what do you think?

I mean, should I
just get over myself

and cut this kid some slack?

I think you should
get over yourself.

And then, follow your instinct.

- What's up, Bobby?
- What's up, Callum?

- Bobby, welcome back.
- Hey, Trish.

Hey, kid. Kid!

This latte is luke.

I don't do luke latte.

- Vincent.
- Nash.

How the hell'd you
get a drive-on?

Maybe we should go for a walk.

I can't believe
Brad, Action Hero,

went whining to the
chief behind my back.

He didn't say a word
about being unhappy.

Welcome to Hollywood.

Well,
how do I fix it?

There's not an easy
way for me to say this.

You need to take a hard look
at yourself in the mirror.

When it comes to
interpersonal dynamics,

- you can lean a little...
- Don't soft-soap it, Nash.

Spit it out.

You can be a dick.

A dick?

How can I be a dick?

You just finger-snapped
that PA...

who has a name, by the way,
it's Hailey, not "kid."

Just, I'm sorry, just
smile a little bit more.

Say please and thank
you. Be polite.

Look, I know I'm the last
person you want to hear from

about... etiquette.

No, you're wrong.

I want to know everything.

Is that sarcasm? I can't tell.

I'll do anything you want.

But you got to do
something for me.

What?

Take Brad to dinner.

Convince him I'm not a bad guy

and that I can change.

Vincent, the guy's a TV star.

I can't just ask
him out to dinner.

Yes, you can. You
want to know why?

He loves you. And he hates me.

- I'm sure he doesn't hate you.
- Yes, he does.

Just like everybody does

when I have to walk
in your footsteps,

from the 118 to
the Hotshots set.

Uh, Vincent...

Oh.

¿Qué pasa, numero uno?

- Bobby!
- Hey.

Twice in one week.

- What a blessing.
- Yeah.

We're ready for you, Brad.

I appreciate you, Bobby.

Hey, big rescue
scene tonight, Brad.

You're gonna crush!

If you want to go over
anything, I'm here.

I'm good, thanks.

Hey.

Are you crying, or...
Why are you crying?

Vincent.

For the first time in my life,

I have a job I really love.

Please, don't let
them take it away.

Bobby, please, tell me
you're gonna talk to him.

I'm begging you.

I will talk to him.

- Probie.
- Hey.

- Good morning, Sergeant Grant.
- You must've gotten up

pretty early this morning to
get a sheen like this going.

Never got into bed, actually.

Spent most of my
night in Hush Alley.

Do I even want to know?

Hush Alley's not a real alley.

It's part of the dark web.

Never heard of it.

Well, that's kind of the idea.

A lot of not strictly
legal deals are made there.

But it's one place you could go

if you were looking to, say,

join a flash mob robbery.

You were looking for Flash Rob.

I think he's moved on
to a different platform,

but he was definitely there.

So, he posted this after he
hit a box store in Claremont.

I think it's from inside the
back of the delivery truck.

Flash Rob here.

Behold the rewards you reap

when you roll with

- the Demon Legion.
- All right.

I bookmarked a
few more of these.

Check it.

All this from one haul?

What?

The last one's over
nine months old,

so I know it's probably
not much to go on, but...

No, I think you
may have helped me

break this damn case open.

- How?
- I'll tell you on the road.

Here.

Wow. Uh, thank you.

Let's shake a leg, rookie.

Excuse me?

We're looking for a supervisor.

That's me. I'm Justin.

I'm Sergeant Grant.

- This is Officer Sparks.
- Hello.

- How can I help?
- We believe that

one of your trucks was used
to transport stolen goods

in a series of flash robberies.

No, that's impossible.

Well, a plate
reader on 2nd Street

picked up a truck with the plate

"3DHI832"

near a jewelry
store smash and grab

earlier this week.

Is that one of yours?

Yeah, it is.

We'd like to
check its GPS history

to see if it was near any other
robbery sites in the past.

As much as I'd love to help you,

I can't share company
records without a warrant.

Okay,
forget the records.

Just tell me this:

You don't happen to have
a skinny, brown-haired kid

here with a tattoo
on his neck, do you?

Dollar sign with devil
horns and a tail?

Yeah, I do, actually.

Caleb Sandstrom.

You got a picture of Caleb?

That's him there.

Caleb!

We got a couple of
questions for you.

Don't even think about it.

Come on.

Of course.

727-L-30, we just
had an ADW with a vehicle

and two POs.

Copy you, Sergeant Grant.

Dispatch, I
have eyes on our suspect.

He's doing 50

eastbound on Carson.

My guess is he's headed
to the 710 freeway.

I need your help to
stop him before he does.

On it. I need all
available units

to Carson and Atlantic
for an active pursuit.

And you better have a
RA unit standing by.

My probie's hanging on to
the back of that truck.

I'll tell the
ambulance to hurry.

No one move! No one
shoot until we say.

Sparks,

they're setting up a roadblock

in a mile. The next
time he slows down,

I need you to jump off.

No. No, no, no.
Negative. Negative.

Nega...

Did you just say, "negative?"

I got a better idea,

but I'm gonna need
a distraction.

Ah!

Okay, knucklehead.

Here we go.

Hey, Flash Rob.

Pull over now

or we will use force.

Come on. Look at me.

Don't be a bitch, Rob.

Go, go.

Hiya.

Stop the truck.

Got ya.

Nice work.

Caleb Sandstrom,

you're under arrest.

Or should I say Flash Rob?

Thanks for the assist.

Yeah, man, good job.

Nice job out there, man.

Good moves.

Were your ears
burning? Captain Mundy

from Robbery-Homicide
was just giving me hell

about patrol taking down
Flash Rob without them.

Wasn't me who put
him in handcuffs.

They're not too thrilled
with the boy wonder, either.

To be honest, neither am I.

I got a bad feeling
about this kid.

What are you talking about?

You just broke a
huge case together.

The kid ticks every box.

I agree.

On paper, he's a rockstar.

But in here, I'm not so sure.

You know, the other
day he told me

that he was drawn to patrol

because he likes the power.

I'm sure he didn't
mean it like that.

When somebody tells you
who they are, believe them.

We could have easily brought
that truck under control

using stop sticks,
doing it the right way,

but this kid went
full Lethal Weapon.

He's young.

It was a rush of
blood to the head.

It usually is,

right before somebody makes

the biggest mistake
of their life.

I don't want him near
my cruiser ever again.

Fine.

I'll tell you what.

Effective immediately,
I'll assign him

to Officer Vargas.
How does that sound?

Like a half measure.

My instincts are telling me

that this kid should not
be in a uniform, Elaine.

The department spends
200K on every recruit.

We can't just go
cutting them loose

every time somebody
gets a bad feeling.

He is a time bomb.

Wow.

I really thought you were better

than talking trash behind
my back, Sergeant Grant.

It's not talking trash if
it's my professional opinion,

which is going in my
supervisor's report.

Well, then, I just hope
you have the integrity

to tell them the real reason
you have a problem with me.

- Which is?
- Sour grapes.

I am faster than you,
I am hungrier than you

and I am younger than you.

And a hell of a
lot cockier, too.

I hope the 200K was worth it.

Hey, Maddie, what's going on?

Hi. What are
you doing tonight?

Nothing much.

You weren't baking, were you?

Uh, no.

Not technically... yet.

Good, 'cause you have plans.

Plans? Uh, what are
you talking about?

Remember when I told
you that the universe...

Was gonna send

a special person your way?

A-A blind date? Maddie, I'm...

I'm not ready for that yet.

One-one second.

Here she is.

Well,

when you said special person,

you didn't say the
most special person

in the whole entire world.

Come here, Jee. Oh, I got you.

We'll
be back by 10:00.

- Jee, take care of your Uncle Buck.
- Bye.

Have fun. Okay.

I have been making cookie dough,

so do you want chocolate chip,

peanut butter or snickerdoodle?

- I want all of them.
- What?

That's the perfect answer.

Okay. Yeah.

So, we're gonna scoop...

Welcome to
the Wolford Lounge.

I know I'm not
supposed to say it,

but I'm a big fan, Mr. Torrance.

Aw, you're too sweet.

Maybe we have a little
selfie after dinner, eh?

That would
be amazing, thank you.

Can I get you gentlemen
anything to drink?

Well, it's on me, so bombs away.

No, it's on the
LAFD. Chief's orders.

Well, in that case, I'll have

your most expensive gin martini,

dry, stirred, with
three pit-in olives.

And I'll have a club
soda, please. Thank you.

Okay, I'll put
that in right away.

Hey, listen, Brad,
I really appreciate

you taking the time
to sit down with me.

Are you mad?

I'm always up for breaking
bread with Hollywood Bob.

Ah.

So, what you want to talk about?

Huh? The show?

I do. Specifically,
the tech advisor,

Vincent Gerrard.

What do you want to
talk about him for?

I know his bedside manner

leaves a little
something to be desired,

but Gerrard has
promised to work on it.

- He is eager to please.
- Yeah, yeah, I've noticed.

He just doesn't get it.

Get what?

I want to be recognized
by the public

as an authentic
fire captain, right?

So, to do that, I
need someone like you,

a leader of men, to guide me.

- Not a knob like Gerrard.
- Look, Brad, I have

a fire team at the
118 that depend on me,

and I can't abandon them.

I won't.

I see.

Okay, I've got a club soda.

Thank you.

And a dry, stirred martini.

Did we decide on any appetizers?

- Tell me something, love.
- Yeah.

I know you're only a waitress.

- Hey.
- Perchance, do you recall

how many olives I ordered?

Three?

So why are there four

bobbing around in my glass?

I-I just
thought, if you

wanted three, you might
like a bonus one.

If I wanted four,

then I would've ordered four.

- Brad, take it easy.
- I can take it back.

No, it's okay. We can
just fish one out.

Yeah. Fish it out.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm okay.

Man alive, are
you bloody joking?

What is it?

This olive...

is pitted.

I thought
that's what you said,

three pitted olives.

No, love, I said,
"Three pit-in olives."

I was very clear.

Are you hard of hearing
or are you just daft?

I can take
it back to the bar and fix it.

I'll do it.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Torrance, I...

It's okay. You have
nothing to apologize for.

I just didn't understand.
Maybe it was the accent.

It was my mistake.

I think we have
well-established that.

- Is it your first day on the job, love?
- Look, I'm s...

- Hey. Hey.
- I'm so sorry.

Oh, yeah, there she goes.

She's gonna bloody cry
now. Boo-bloody-hoo.

- Brad!
- What?

That's enough.

You owe her an apology.

- I owe her an apology?
- Yes, you do.

What if I don't feel like it?

If you don't feel like it?

You want to play an
authentic fire captain?

Well, the only thing
I can buy you as

is an entitled man-child.

Now go say you're sorry.

Or what?

Or I'm gonna kick
your limey ass.

- How many are there, ma'am?
- Two.

Okay, can you
describe them for me?

They're dressed in black,

and they won't let me leave.

- I'm feeling very threatened.
- Okay, it looks like

I've already got a police unit
in the area. Do you see them?

Oh, yes, I see them.

They just pulled me
and my daughter over.

Ma'am, would you please
roll down your window?

I don't have to.

65-K-20,

did you just stop a
female motorist on Pico?

Correct, Dispatch. Driver's
refusing to roll down her window

or identify herself.

Ma'am, you need to lower
your window for them.

I don't trust these jackboots.

If you don't roll down
the window, they're gonna break it.

You said your
daughter's in the car?

- Yes.
- Okay, you don't want her to see that, do you?

For her own safety?

Fine.

But I will be live-streaming
every move these fascists make.

All right, but try to stay...

calm.

727-L-30, requesting backup

at Hope and Pico for a driver

refusing to exit her vehicle.

Copy, Dispatch. I'm en route.

I need you to power
down your window, now.

I will be filming every word.

That's fine. We are, too, ma'am.

Don't you tread on me.

There will be no treading.

Really?

You said to roll it down.
You didn't say how far.

License, registration,
and proof of insurance.

First, tell me what I'm
being pulled over for.

Driving with illegal plates.

There's no
issue with my plates.

I'm a sovereign citizen.

There is, actually,
because they're not issued

by a legal entity,
and state law requires

that a driver present
ID when stopped.

I'm not driving. I'm traveling.

A federally protected activity,
U.S. Code 18, Section 245.

I am a natural citizen,

and I am exempt
from your authority.

- Mommy, what's wrong?
- It's okay, honey.

Mommy's just
fighting oppression.

Sir, you mind
if I give it a try?

I kind of know how
these people think.

Knock yourself out, kid.

Good evening, ma'am.
My name's Matthew.

I totally get where
you're coming from, okay?

My Uncle Pete lives in Montana,
he has the same plates,

only his say "Freeman"
instead of "Private."

- My husband has that plate.
- There you go.

Don't worry, no one's
trying to oppress you, okay?

We just need your
license and registration,

so we can wrap this up and
all move on with our day.

Kid's good.

- He certainly thinks so.
- Worst-case scenario,

you do what we say,
we'll give you a citation

and you can do what
my Uncle Pete does

every time he gets a ticket.

Tear it up?

Ah, you said it, not me.

Your uncle really is
a Montana Freeman?

He's a founding member
of the Justus Township.

Then he must be so...

damn ashamed of you.

Look at this traitor, everybody!

- He's just a bully with a badge.
- Ma'am...

- No, shame on you!
- I'm not... Hey. Hey.

- Shame on you!
- Hey! Enough playing games, okay?

- Lower the window, or I will break the window...
- No!

and I
will pull you out.

No, you will not!

Out of the vehicle now.

There's a kid in the
back seat of that car.

- Hey, Officer Sparks...
- You've been warned!

...why don't you let me...

Get out of the car now!

- Get out of the car!
- Do not touch me!

Get out!

Do not reach for that bag!

Don't touch me.
I'm just getting my license.

Do not... Taser! Taser! Taser!

- Mommy!
- Move aside.

I thought it was my tas...
Thought it was my taser.

I got you. I got you.

Okay.

Code three. Code three.

I need a RA unit. We
got a gunshot wound.

I'm applying pressure now.

Check on the child.

- Sparks! Get me the med kit.
- Yeah. G-G-Got it.

He-he sh...

- He shot... he shot me.
- I know.

- I know, ma'am. I know.
- He sh...

Just try to lie still.
Help is on the way.

Kid's okay.

Can you hear that?
Your baby's okay.

Okay. Sparks! Where
is that gauze?

I'm coming. I'm
coming. I'm coming.

Gauze.

Okay.
Little pressure.

But you're gonna be okay.
Just keep looking up at me.

Come on, just keep looking up at me.

Ma'am? Ma'am?

Ma'am!

- Oh, God, she's not breathing.
- Do we start compressions?

No. She still has a pulse.

- Get me the rescue mask.
- The-the what?

- The breather!
- I don't know...

Just give me the damn...

Breathe for me, Mama.

Come on.

Breathe for your baby girl.

Come on, wake up for your baby.

Okay. It's okay.
You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay.

I-I thought it was my taser.

They're ready for you, kid.

- So what did you tell them?
- The truth.

And I suggest you do the same.

I-I just, I still don't
know how it happened.

How I reached for
the wrong holster...

A rush of blood to the head.

Yeah. Guess so.

Sergeant Grant, it...
really has been an honor.

Good luck, son.

He's gonna need all
the luck he can get.

Depending on how
that deposition goes,

he's looking at assault
with a deadly weapon.

Yeah, well, thank God
the motorist survived,

- or it would be manslaughter.
- Yes, it would.

City attorney says that she's
gonna have to be offered

a massive settlement.

More than 200K, I'm guessing.

Probably a lot more.

I should've listened
to you, Athena.

Yeah?

Oh.

Well, I should've
listened to me, too.

To my body, anyway.

I am not getting
any younger, Elaine.

Me neither.

But don't worry, I don't care
if you're down to one leg,

I am never jamming you
with another trainee again.

Well, you don't have to,

because I'm officially
requesting one.

You want another probie?

I do.

Why?

If that boy taught me anything,

it's that the next generation

could use some
guidance out there.

Maybe I've lost a step
or two over the years,

but I've gained more than
enough wisdom to make up for it.

And unlike speed,
wisdom can be shared.

I thought you worked best alone.

You're never too old to change.

Oh!

Oh, my God, he did not say that.

This-this can't be real, can it?

Wait, no, has-has to be
one of those deepfakes.

- Harvey Levin posted it himself.
- I told you guys

to wash the rig,
not watch TikTok.

Technically, it's TMZ.

Oh, come on,

please tell me that's
not a video of...

The greatest British smackdown
since the War of 1812? Yes.

- Yes, Cap, it is.
- Or what?

Or I'm gonna kick
your limey ass.

I was afraid that was
gonna get out there.

Mm, only to about three
million people.

- What were you doing with him, anyway?
- He went to the chief,

said he wanted me back
on Hotshots full-time.

Wait, y-you're leaving us again?

Uh, relax, Buck.

I think that dream died

when Cap here threatened
to kick Brad's...

"Limey ass."

I didn't s...

Okay, I did say that.

Hey, Cap, i-if Chief

put you up to this,
isn't he gonna be pissed?

Oh, I'm expecting
that phone call any minute,

but if it's between
ticking off the chief

or working with that immature,
egomaniacal bully, I...

- He's behind me, isn't he?
- Uh-huh.

Brad.

Hello, Bob.

Hope I'm not
disturbing anything.

Not unless the tones go off.

Well, before they
do, I wanted to say,

that tirade that you unleashed,

it was... so authentic.

It was volcanic. Your words

blasted the
entitlement out of me

like a truth enema,

and I want to say thank you.

You're welcome.

No one has been
that blunt with me

since I was a young boy
working at the Millwall docks.

Hollywood, it is so fake.
There are so many sycophants,

so when you find, as
you Yanks would say,

the real McCoy, you
have to cling on to him.

And cling on to you, I must.

Brad, I told you, I am
back to being the captain

of this firehouse. I'm not
going back to your show.

No, no, K-I don't want you to.

You should be in the
rough and tumble.

It's where you belong.

And it's where I can
really study you,

in your natural habitat.

What are
you talking about?

It's all settled.

I talked to your
chief, and he agreed.

I'm gonna shadow you.

24/7.

But don't you have a
TV show to go star in?

They put me in a coma.

So, until Captain Race Banner

wakes up, I'm gonna
be playing the role

of Captain Bobby Nash's
understudy, full-time.

Attention...

All right, 118, let's go.

Let's saddle up, boys.