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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

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.

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.