All language subtitles for The Rookie S01E17 720p HDTV x264-KILLERS

It's just not a term

you expect to hear in 2019, you know?

"Grave robber."

It's like chimney sweep.

Alchemist.

- Fishmonger.
- Keep naming old-ass jobs

and your next one's gonna be
at Medieval Times.

Copy that.

There he is.

If he starts digging up
body parts to make a monster,

you're on your own.

Police!

Geez. You scared me.

- Get out of there.
- It's okay. This is my mom.

And you missed her so much
you had to dig her up?

No, she's got my jewelry.

She was supposed to leave it to me,

but they buried her with it,
and now I need it.

- To buy drugs?
- No.

Okay. Come on. Come on.

Climb on out of there.

Hands over your head.

Interlace your fingers.

I really do miss her.

She's the only person
that ever believed in me.

I've been so lost
since she's been dead.

Then maybe you should this
as an opportunity

to get your life straight.

You know what? Get clean.

Make your mother proud.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm going to do that.

I'm gonna turn my life around.

I'm gonna get clean.

For Mom!

It's gonna be one
of those nights, isn't it?

Yep.

Come on. Get up.

Come on. I got ya.

Come on.

What?

She's over there.

I remember that statue
from the funeral.

I'll put him in the shop.

It still doesn't feel real.

Yeah.

But life goes on
whether we like it or not.

Okay. Back to it.

Oh, I could get used to this.

Right?

They don't have this in D.C.

Nope. Just an equal amount
of self-absorbed people.

Mm-hmm. Only they're far more pale.

Yes.

Which is why you should spend

more than a few days a month
down here with me.

Oh, I wish I could.

But I landed this big
security contract in Virginia.

- Nice.
- Which reminds me.

Um, there's this thing
that I heard about

that I think...
you should volunteer for.

I love volunteering for things.

What's the thing?

Well, uh, a friend of mine
is an ADA out here,

and he mentioned that
he's gonna be reaching out

to your station for manpower

for a protection detail.

Some high-powered witness
in a safe house.

Sounds like fun.

And some valuable experience.

How can I ever thank you?

Oh, I'm sure I will think
of a few ways.

I'm sure you will.

- We're talking about sex, though, right?
- Yeah.

Per Captain Weatherby,

the following protocol changes
will take place immediately.

No more putting any boots
on top of lockers.

Any boots left on top of lockers

will be thrown away
at midnight and noon daily.

Second, every officer
must provide a business card

to every citizen they contact.

If a citizen
doesn't want a business card,

the officer must write a police report

and document the fact the
citizen refused a business card.

Sir, with all due respect, this sucks.

Ours is not to judge, Officer Lopez.

Command believes that the
captain's focus on efficiency

is what Mid-Wilshire needs right now.

Captain. Can I help you?

I need an updated vehicle list.

Yes, sir. I'm in the middle
of roll call.

I'll get it to you right after.

But since you're here,
would you like to

say anything inspirational
to day shift?

Did you tell them about the boots?

- Yes, sir.
- Oh. Okay.

Well, uh...

Keep up the, uh...

good work.

Alright.

Last bit of business.

District Attorney's office
has a witness on ice.

They need our help watching them.

I usually don't assign rookies

these type of details, Officer Nolan.

And Officer Bishop would have to agree.

Forget it. Protection details
are like watching paint dry.

Looks like you're out of luck.

I'll do it.

And Nolan and I haven't had
a chance to "bond" yet.

Great.

Alright. Bishop,
you'll be riding with Chen.

That's it.

Oh, and remember...

when you take your shops in at night,

you now have to drive by the garage

to get a mechanical inspection
and mileage report.

You're welcome.

You're right, this sucks.

For you. 'Cause I'll be home eating
dinner while you're doing all that.

Officer West
to the front desk. Visitor.

I'll be right back.

Make it fast. Captain's put
a clock on our roll out.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Um, what are you doing here?

You... left something at my place.

Um, I just can't
really have visitors here.

Look, I just...
I just really want to keep

my personal and work life separate.

Fine.

You left your off-duty weapon
at my place.

I can't believe I did that.

Yeah, you were a little distracted.

Look, you don't understand.

If anybody found out
about this, I'd get fired.

Immediately.

And, like, what...
why would you bring it here?

What if you got pulled over?

You're mad at me about this?

No, look...

I got to get to work.

I'm sorry, Gino. I...

Yeah.

Hey, Boot. What's the holdup?

Uh, nothing. Sorry.

I just... Actually, can I, uh...

Can I just get a minute?
I need to hit the locker room.

30 seconds or I fail you for the day.

Must have left his boots up.

You up to date
on protection detail protocols?

- I think so.
- Okay. We use the "Loser System"...

named for the losers we protect.

L-O-S-R... Listen, Observe,
Secure, Report.

You listen for any movement,

changes or information
that impact the mission,

observe the subject's behavior,

changes in the environment, et cetera.

Secure... make sure no threats
infiltrate the perimeter,

and, finally, report.

Report any suspicious activity,
no matter how minor,

to your superior officer immediately.

- That means me.
- What about "e"?

"Loser" has an "e."

"E" is for "engage," which is left out

because you are not
to engage the subject

unless it's
a life-threatening emergency.

We're here to guard this guy,

not braid his hair and be besties.

- That understood?
- Understood.

I don't even know how to braid hair.

I was gonna learn if we had
a daughter, but...

Never mind.

Police!

- You alright?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Thanks. He got me
when I wasn't looking.

You're under arrest
for assaulting an officer.

He's the one who should be arrested.

He said he'd rip up the ticket
if I gave him $100.

- That's not true.
- Like hell it isn't!

- Hey!
- Sir, there's no use in lying. Alright?

Whatever really happened is gonna be on

the officer's body camera.

Where's your body camera?

Um...

it's, uh... it's in the car.

It was on the fritz.
I'll... I'll go get it.

Officer, wait!

Get out of the car!
Get out of the car now!

- Okay, take it easy. Take...
- Get out of the car.

Take it easy, man. Come on.

Interlace your fingers
and face the car.

Okay, okay, okay.

It's just a big misunderstanding.

Can't we just... Can't we just
talk this out, you know?

- Cop to cop?
- You're not a cop.

And impersonating a law
enforcement officer is a felony.

I want a lawyer.

Maybe you can impersonate one.

That's the safe house.

7-Adam-19 on scene
at the mutual aid call.

Will make contact in 10 seconds.

Roger, 7-Adam-19.

LAPD, Bradford and Nolan.

- Uh, Officer Nolan?
- Nolan.

Hey, I'm ADA Sean DelMonte.

Jessica Russo told me
you'd be helping out.

Sir, Officer Nolan is a rookie.

I'm his superior officer, Tim Bradford.

Oh. Sorry. I just assumed
that he'd be in charge.

The last guy Jessica
dated was a Navy SEAL.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

Talk about a strong
handshake, like a vise grip...

Okay, can we get the download
on our protectee?

Of course. Yeah.

Brad Hayes.

Worked Border Patrol
for 12 years down in Temecula.

Rose to second in command.

Then he turned around and
started using what we taught him

to help the other side.

He charged the cartels a fortune
to smuggle people in and out.

Now he's naming names.

No wonder he's hiding out here.

Yeah, he's testifying
before a grand jury tomorrow.

Look, Sheriff's Department
will coordinate shift changes.

Here's my card.

Use the cell number
in case anything comes up,

no matter how small.

- Will do.
- Deputy.

It's very nice to meet both of you.

And, again, sorry for the confusion.

No worries.

- Navy SEAL?
- Focus, Boot.

Now do a sweep of the house.

Note ingress and egress points,

escape avenues, and sight lines.

- Report back in 10.
- Yes, sir.

- How's it going?
- Fine. Thanks.

Oh.

No "e" in "loser."

Hey.

There is an "e" in "loser."

7-Adam-15, false imprisonment call,

6991 West Ellroy.

Code 2 high.

She's got him locked up in there!

I haven't been able
to reach him in days.

- Who?
- My boyfriend.

Who's got him locked up?

His mother.

His mother?

Look, no offense, but could it be

that he just doesn't want to see you?

No, she's really strict,

and she hates that we're together.

Please, I'm really worried.

Police, open up!

Police!

Wait! I have a key!

- I have a key.
- Thanks.

Stay back.

Stop, Mom! Please.

...who sustains my life.

Turn back the evil upon my foes;

in your faithfulness, destroy them.

And by the power
of our Lord Jesus Christ,

may you be snatched away

and driven from the church of God.

From all the souls made
in the image and likeness of God

and redeemed by the Precious
Blood of the Divine Lamb,

- I cast you out!
- Ow!

Stop! Get away from him!

- No. No!
- That's enough.

You have to let me save him.

He's been possessed by the dark one.

Control, I need RA to 6991 West Ellroy.

Teenage Hispanic male,
suffering from dehydration.

What did you do to him,
you sick bitch?!

- Hey.
- No!

He's been possessed by your filth.

No. No.

No.

Sergeant.

Yes.

Did you countermand
my vehicle reassignment order?

I thought it was a mistake.

You reassigned all
our extra shops to LAX.

What are we supposed to use
if one of our cars breaks down?

Inventory lists 10 mountain bikes.

We'll use those. Yeah.

Exercise is good for the soul.

Less helpful in a high-speed pursuit.

I have got a doctor's appointment

and then lunch with the Deputy Chief.

So make sure those
monthly reports are on my desk

- when I get back.
- Yes, sir!

Wow.

- He seems fun.
- Damn.

What are you doing here?

Uh, your wife called me. She
said that you were considering

throwing the new captain
out the window.

And you came to talk me out of it?

Or open the window.

Whichever one seems more productive.

He's hurting morale

and our ability to do our jobs.

He's not the first pencil pusher
you've worked for, right?

And he probably won't be the last.

So it is your job to find a workaround.

You think the kid will be okay?

Physically, yes,
but mentally, I'm not so sure.

I still can't believe a mother
would do that to her own son.

Sadly, it's not the worst thing
I've seen a parent do.

Oh, uh, hey.

Do you mind if I take this call?

- Mm.
- Thanks.

Wh... What?

Mom, slow down.

W... Is he okay?

Did they send him to Shaw Memorial?

Okay. Yeah, no, that's good.

My dad got attacked
by one of his patients.

They think his arm is broken.

_

I'll go as soon as
my shift's done, okay?

- Boot, we'll go now.
- Oh. Okay.

I'm gonna go right now,

and I'll call you
right after I see him, okay?

I love you, too.

Um, thanks.

My mom is out of town at a conference.

Are you sure this is okay?

Yeah. It's family.

Control, have a unit meet us

at Shaw Memorial
for a prisoner transfer.

Also, show us 10-6 personal.

The whole house
is about 1,900 square feet.

Upstairs, there's
two bedrooms, a bathroom,

and a very small attic.

Sight lines are blocked
from the east...

I'm bored!

Not our problem.

Oh, it is killing me
not having Internet access.

Or a phone.

They actually gave me newspapers.

What do they think, I'm an animal?

Sir, we're here to keep you
alive, not entertained.

So step back. Let us do our job.

He doesn't like me, does he?

He probably thinks I'm a traitor.

We're not here to judge you,
sir. Just keep you safe.

He's very good. Very reassuring.

I'm gonna have a beer.
You guys want one?

- No, thank you.
- Shocker.

Officer Nolan.

Yes, sir?

I read about you in the newspaper.

Your captain got killed
in the line of duty.

Sounded like a real badass.

She was.

Your name was all over that article.

Pretty heroic stuff.

Not heroic enough.

Respiratory therapist, 4 West.

Respiratory therapist, 4 West.

Gino. Hey.

Uh, I'm looking for my dad.

He was brought in a little while
ago... broken arm?

Uh, yeah. He's in Bed 2.

- I'm... I'm so sorry.
- Yeah, thanks.

Do we know what his status is?

Doctor saw him
and scheduled him for X-rays.

Depending how bad the break is,
he might need surgery.

Um, I'll goose the process along.

- Put in a room request.
- Thanks.

Yeah.

Hey.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Your mother shouldn't have called you.

Of course she should have.
What happened?

I was in the middle

of some alternative
anger management therapy,

and my patient lost control.

- What's his name?
- Why?

Because he broke your arm.

No, he had a dissociative episode.

He didn't mean to hurt me.

It doesn't matter. The law is clear.

The law is broken!

Ow.

_

_

_

_

_

So you think this is the solution?

To pretend that this didn't happen?

It's a better solution
than letting you lock him up.

Now I'm in pain.

So if you're more worried
about being a cop

than being my daughter,

maybe you should leave.

You can sit down. I'm not gonna bite.

I'm good.

Of course. Suit yourself.

Your partner there
is a real hard-ass, huh?

I had a supervisor
just like him at Border Patrol.

He got off on pushing buttons.

He's my training officer,
and we're not discussing this.

Hmm. I always forget
that you are a rookie.

It must chap your ass

to be bossed around
by a younger guy like that.

Not at all. It's the only way
I'm gonna learn.

I'm not buying it.

Guy like that?

Oh, man. He is all sorts of superior.

He probably thinks that I
smuggled people over the border

for the money.

I watched people die every day,

trying to cross that border,

desperate for a new life.

And after a few years of that...

I couldn't take it anymore.

I decided to do something
and help them.

And so, yeah, I made some money,

but there are people that
are alive today because of me.

I had no idea you were
such a humanitarian.

Thank you.

What about the people you
smuggled out of the country...

the, uh, cartel members,
fugitives from justice?

Okay, yeah, that was
for the money, but...

Hey, you.

What are you wearing?

I am at the safe house right now.

Did you meet my friend Sean?

I did. You dated a Navy SEAL?

I'm gonna kill him. Yes, I did.

It was for about... two months,
right after my divorce.

Was he Team Six?

Are you asking if my ex shot Bin Laden?

Yeah, just in a... "thank you
for your service" kind of way.

Got to go.

Yeah, we'll keep it locked down here.

Let us know ASAP.

D.A.'s office just discovered
a credible threat

against our guy... a cartel hit team.

Trying to figure out if the safe
house has been compromised.

Well, that looks a little awkward.

It sure does.

Nurse's station.

Gino, hey. I, um,
tried calling your cell.

Yeah, I... I know.

I didn't answer.

Hello?

Gino?

He hung up.

Why? What did you do?

Nothing.

Um, do you mind if we stop
by the hospital after lunch?

Not unless you get food poisoning.

- Are they sending backup?
- That's unclear.

Sounded like they're scrambling
to assess the situation.

Hey, guys.

Something going on? You seem stressed.

Nothing.

If there's a problem,
I deserve to know.

It's my life that's on the line.

Sit your ass back down.

Make me.

Earthquake... get on the ground!

Hey! Everybody under your desks!

Everybody down!

It's an earthquake!

Get down!

Wade!

Wade!

Go! Come on!

I got you.

That was a pretty good one.

I'm gonna check the house, make
sure we're still five by five.

Watch him.

Never been through
an earthquake before.

Yeah, they take some getting used to.

Um...

are those guys supposed to be here?

Get away from there.

Don't move! Get down. Get down.

Give me your hands. Give me your hands!

- What the hell is going on?
- Ow.

Nothing I can't handle.

- You alright?
- Yeah.

Any word on the hit squad?

No. Radios are down. Phone.

We're on our own.

Okay. Okay.

Let's get you to this table.

Let's sit you down.

- Good, good.
- Let me take a look.

Alright. That's gonna need
a few stitches.

This is not a priority.

Hey, call out if you're injured!

- Me, Sarge.
- Hello? Hello?

Land lines are down.

7-Adam-100, status report.

Hello? Hel...

- So are the radios.
- Where's the captain?

At a doctor's appointment.

Or maybe lunch by now.

Everyone! Everyone! Listen up!

We trained for this.

First priority is assessment.

Lennox, Hall... sweep
the station for casualties.

If anyone needs to go home
to check on your family,

you're dismissed.

We take care of our own.
Come back when you can.

It's alright. With comms down,

we skip right to the old-school
part of the manual.

This is a city with people in crisis.

We will serve them,
we will protect them,

and we will make them safe, understand?

Yes, sir.

Alright. Let's go! Let's go!

You're gonna need to
hold that to your face.

Make sure you're holding that up.

Hey, keep this elevated.
Keep it up. Keep it up.

Officers! Can you help?

Let's get out there. He needs help.

Calm down. We'll get to you.

I'm working as fast as I can.

Hey! Hey, ladies and gentlemen!

Ladies and gentlemen,

I need you to form a single-file line

in order of your arrival.

Now, people! Right now!

Single file.
Just line up right here. Yep.

Listen up, guys. Settle down.

Scalp lacerations. You can wait.

Stress fracture. You can wait.

Gino? Gino.

Just try to sit up. Try to sit up.

Hey, hey, hey. Open your eyes.

Hey! Hey!

I need a trauma team!
Possible internal bleeding!

Would it help if I said I was sorry?

I... I think the earthquake set off

- my fight-or-flight response.
- Save it.

I can't get through to
the DA's office or the station.

Radios are down.
Phone lines are overwhelmed.

Get ready to move.

We can't take a chance
this place has been compromised.

That's dumb. Why would we
run around the city?

There's no cover, no concealment.

I say we stay put from a...
a tactical standpoint.

You don't get a vote.
You hit me in the head.

No one else in the house, right?

If there is, shoot 'em.

We got to get out of here! Back door!

What if there's
a gunman out there, too?

Then you'll shoot him!
We're sitting ducks here.

- Go!
- I'm not going anywhere!

- Go.
- No.

- Move!
- Aah.

Come on. Come on. Go. Go. Go. Go.

Come on.

- We need transportation.
- Well, in case you haven't noticed,

there's a sniper
between us and our car.

Hold here. Head on a swivel.

This is stupid. We're sitting ducks.

- Shut up.
- You are in way over your head.

Says the guy being hunted
by the cartel hit squad.

Nice car. Inconspicuous.

Get in the back.

What's the plan? Back to the station?

No, that's where these guys
expect us to go.

Safest thing is to get lost.

Go to the last place
they'd think to look for us.

I know just the place.

Yep, this is definitely
the last place I'd look for us.

Ugh, ooh.

I hate to be that guy, but...

I'm gonna need some sunblock.

I burn real easy.

I don't have any, but I can
bury you up to your neck

in the sand and put
a trash can on your head.

I'm fine.

Ooh, I'm not putting that on.

The wound is gonna leak.

Do you want blood
running into your eye all day?

- That's what I thought.
- Oh, my goodness.

Yep.

- Okay.
- Think we're good?

Wait, wait. Stay right there.

One picture. Just one.

- Stop that.
- One. Just one.

Alright, I'm... I'm ready. Let's go.

Alright. Radio tower's down.

ETA on repair is at least an hour.

Phone services are swamped.

Only 20% of the calls
are getting through.

So we're going to mark every
Priority One call on the map

so we can all see
where the trouble spots are.

Sir, captain called in
on my line with orders for you.

Thank you.

Our fearless leader wants me
to immediately dispatch a unit

to Bel-Air to guard against looters.

And he also wants one
sent to his own block.

Can you believe this guy?
There's no way I'm doing this.

Oh, yes, you are. He's the captain.

Disobeying orders like that will
do nothing but get you fired.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

Sorry to interrupt. How's he feeling?

Uh, better.

Thank you for saving him.

Of course. It's my job.

What's gonna happen to my mom?

Is she going to jail?

That's not my call.

She's facing serious charges,

but her state of mind will be
taken into consideration.

And if you can advocate on her behalf,

there's a chance she could avoid prison

and get the treatment she needs.

Thank you.

Control, 7-Adam-7,

show us on patrol in Bel-Air.

Still no word from Gino?

Nothing. What if he's hurt? Or worse.

And the last thing
I said to him was in anger.

Odds are he's fine.

Quake wasn't that big,
and the hospital's retrofitted.

This is a waste of time and resources.

The last thing people are gonna
do when the city's at a standstill

is drive up to Bel-Air and loot.

Or maybe not.

Front door's open.

- Stay back!
- Gun!

Come on!

Come on!

I'll kill you!

He retreated inside!

Let's go!

Stay focused.

Remember your training.
Keep it cool. Keep it tight.

- Hands up!
- Don't shoot!

- Come out of there!
- Weapon! Drop the gun!

- It's only a BB gun.
- What the hell happened to you?

My boss, he's lost his mind.

Who? The fat guy in a kimono?

Yeah. Tommy Lamont. I'm his assistant.

He was on day three of a coke
binge when the earthquake hit,

and now he thinks
it's the end of the world.

I'm still lost on the welts.

He had us hunting each other
throughout the house

with BB guns to stay sharp
for the oncoming apocalypse.

- You're kidding.
- I wish.

But then when it hit,
he got into the gun cabinet,

and I was terrified he would
forget which was which.

- Can you turn off that alarm?
- Yes.

Go do that, then wait outside.

On me.

Jonah!

Jonah!

Mr. Lamont, LAPD!

Mr. Lamont,

I need you to stand where I can see you

and put your weapons on the ground.

I'm not falling for that.

I saw that episode
of "Midnight Apocalypse"

where they steal the police uniforms.

This guy is out of his mind.

Sir, you're not thinking straight.

- We're here to help you.
- I don't believe you!

It was just a BB.

That alarm is eating into my brain!

Jonah's taking care of that.

What have you done with Jonah?

He's fine! Jonah is fine.

He's helping us.
Gonna take care of that alarm.

Ah, you tricked him.

He's helping you steal my rations!

Jonah!

Don't listen to them!

Don't trust them!

We're gonna be here all day.

Mr. Lamont, I'm gonna confide in you,

but you can't tell anyone.

We have a place all set up.

A bunch of us survivors
are heading that way.

Rations that can last for years,
solar power,

but we need you to trust us
and set down your weapons.

Turn around, and put your hands
on the back of your head.

Get on your knees.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

On the bright side,
we finally have a legit reason

to go to the hospital now.

Jonah! Call my lawyer.

It would be a lot nicer
without these cuffs.

- Tough.
- Texts are back online.

It's from the ADA.

The hit team
wasn't trying to kill Hayes...

it was trying to rescue him.

You were in on it the whole time?

You set us up to be killed.

No.

Well, yeah.

As much as I love the idea

of being a barista in Armpit, Arizona,

I've got other plans.

How did they know how to find you?

You were sequestered.
No phone, no Internet.

GPS tracker. Son of a bitch.

- That's not mine.
- We got to get out of here.

Uh-oh.

What do we do now?

You guys should just let me walk away.

I mean, nobody gets hurt.

Think how you're gonna feel

if another buddy gets killed
in the line of duty.

Shut up.

So what now?

They can't afford to kill Hayes,

so they'll have to
come up here and get him.

You do know
there's three of them, right?

It's almost a fair fight.

Hook him up.

Drop your guns in the sand!

- Get down on your stomachs now!
- No.

Get down now!

Hands behind your back.

So I'm guessing my
immunity deal's out the window.

Cafeteria had snickerdoodles.

Can't eat before the surgery.

Well, you can have them after.

I know you're disappointed in me...

...but you and Mom always
taught me to be true to myself.

And... this job it's...

it's who I am.

It makes me happy.

You hate the system
because it's designed

to punish people, not care for them,

but that will never change

unless people like me
step up and make it change.

I heard you talking
to that patient down the hall.

You were honest with him... and kind.

I was impressed.

Dr. Chen?

William. I told you not to come.

Dad, who's this?

A friend.

- You should go.
- I'm so sorry.

I was...

William, did you assault my father?

It was an accident.
I... I... I didn't...

No, Lucy.

Don't.

- N...
- It'll devastate him!

Destroy all the work we've done.

- I'm sorry.
- Let him go.

I can't. I don't have a choice.

I will be right here when
you get out of surgery, okay?

Don't bother.

- Sorry, sorry.
- No, no. Don't be.

I deserve to be in a little pain

after overreacting this morning.

Just my dad is a legend in the LAPD.

Half the people there think
I just got in on his name.

Anything I do hits me twice
as hard as any other rookie.

So I, um, just try to
keep my head down and,

make everything about the work.

I'm sorry.

It's not easy.

No, what's not easy
is admitting how freaked I was

when I couldn't get ahold
of you after the earthquake.

I'm sorry for being
such an idiot earlier.

Do over?

Do over.

- So I guess it's our bad.
- Your "bad"?

Your guys were supposed to
give Hayes a thorough pat-down

before bringing him to the safe house.

How the hell did they
miss a tracking device?

Well, they didn't, the deputy
who patted him down

confessed to slipping Hayes
the tracking chip.

He's in custody now, too.

So what's gonna happen to Hayes?

Well, he's facing
a half a dozen new charges,

including two counts
of attempted murder.

He'll do 20 years, easy.

That's if he still cooperates.

Officer Chen. Booking report
is only three pages.

- Why do you have five?
- Um...

I thought this arrest warranted

a mental health report addendum.

The perpetrator shattered
your father's arm.

Are you sure you're not
trying to get back

into your dad's good graces?

I'm pretty sure that's impossible,

but, um, he's not wrong.

This guy needs help, not prison,

so I'm gonna do what I can
to help get that for him.

Good.

Wait.

Was that a test?

What, you think Bradford has
a monopoly on 'em?

Thanks for the assist today.

Oh, are you kidding me?

That was fun being back in crisis mode.

Sergeant Grey!

Yes, sir?

I just got off the phone with my wife.

The patrol that you
assigned to my neighbor...

never showed up.

That's my fault, sir.

I rerouted the officers
to assist a traffic collision.

If you want to file a complaint,

you'd be well within
your rights to do so.

I would... if I were
remaining in command here.

I've just been promoted
to headquarters.

Good luck with your next captain.

Oh, good luck to you, sir.

How the hell did that guy get promoted?

Made a few phone calls.

Sang his praises downtown.

I told them how he
singlehandedly saved the city.

Doesn't it bother you
that he's going to take credit

for everything that you did today?

No. The people who matter know.

So how'd you like
your first earthquake?

It was terrifying.

- Well, just wait until the big one hits.
- Oh.

Sean texted me about you.

It looks like you made a fan.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

And I wouldn't have,

had you not told me
about that opportunity,

- so thank you very much.
- Mm.

I'm sorry that you...
almost got killed.

- I know, right?
- Oh.

Is... everything okay?

Y-Yeah.

Was there a reason you didn't tell Sean

about me being a rookie?

I didn't know that I was supposed to.

It bothers you?

No, no. It's just...

You're a very impressive woman.

Very. It's...

the least impressive thing about you

is you're dating a 45-year-old rookie.

That's ridiculous.

Look, I...

I like you.

You like me.

You're not always gonna be a rookie,

and I will always be this amazing,

so...

Why? What's wrong with that?

Nothing.

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