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Previously on "The Rookie"...

What's all this?

I'm studying for the detective's exam.

Monica.

She's smart, fairly ruthless,

and God forbid you leave the toilet seat up.

Celina, look out!

It seems obvious that they were targeted.

Bailey!

Leah!

Hi. Oh.

Angela had the baby. It's a girl.

- Hey. - Hey.

What's happening?

The list of possible masterminds,

you were at the bottom.

Weaponizing Luke Moran against the LAPD

has driven every cop in the city away from our target.

By the time they realize the damage we've done,

we'll be long gone.

Shots fired.

I am pinned down out front. I need help.

Aaron's bleeding internally.

A surgeon must have missed a bullet fragment.

They're rushing him into surgery.

Is he gonna be all right?

I-I don't know.

What do I do?

Nothing you can do.

Just be there to watch over him.

Do you guys need help? Is there anything I can do to...

Negative. You still haven't been cleared medically.

Celina.

We heard Aaron's back in surgery.

Yeah, they just rushed him in.

I, uh... I'm... I'm on with Sergeant Grey.

Wait, you guys are checking out already?

- You just had the baby. - It's too noisy here.

We got the pediatrician to sign off.

- We're going home. - Unless Grey needs

- something from us. - Negative.

Just please stick with your police escort.

I thought we caught the mastermind, but

now I'm not too sure.

All right, explain it to me like I'm a toddler.

This assault was well funded and well executed.

But Lucas Moran had $12 in the bank

and a well-documented history of being a loner.

We're not buying he had the resources

- to pull off the attack. - Or the contacts.

Maybe he met someone in prison who helped him.

Most likely, but who's gonna spend a fortune

to kick a hornet's nest?

Who volunteers to piss off the entire LAPD?

Somebody with their own agenda.

Yeah, who wanted to focus our attention on a patsy.

Divert all of our resources to this neighborhood

so they can pull off a new crime.

A new crime like what?

No clue. But I'd bet my life

it's happening right now.

60 seconds ahead of schedule. Let's keep it tight.

All right, we've been through this a dozen times.

Cyesha and her crew meet the inside man

and gain control of the security room

while we take the lobby.

Then 20 minutes to load the armored car

while Kim does her thing.

You're really not gonna tell us what Kim's thing is?

Correct. Just focus on your individual jobs,

and we will be made of money by this evening.

All right, synchronize.

Three, two, one.

Mark.

Let's go.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Any problems?

No, they're all in the security cage

for change of shift.

I am Glen Mercer, U.S. Treasury Department.

West Coast Chief Security Officer.

And I'm here for an unscheduled security inspection.

Yeah!

♪ $10 bill in your pocket ♪

♪ $10 bill ♪

Grab the guns, kill the feeds.

Hey!

- What the... - Stop 'em!

What do I do?

Nothing. Your part's over.

Phase One complete.

Copy that. Moving on to Phase Two.

What?

All right.

Negative, 7-Metro-100.

There have been no high-priority calls

in the last two hours beside yours.

All right, dispatch, switch gears.

I want any anomalies,

no matter how small or seemingly random

false alarm, noise complaint that seems odd.

Or totally crazy... UFO sightings, mole people.

Aside from your earlier action,

it's a normal day in LA.

We average a dozen bizarre calls an hour.

But none have been from high-value targets.

Ah, come on, there's got to be something.

Hold on. This is a little unusual.

The Federal Reserve Bank has an hourly check-in call

which is late.

- How late? - 17 seconds.

That's barely a blip.

But it's all we've got to go on.

- How often are they late? - Rarely, but it happens.

Federal Reserve is definitely a high-value target.

All right, I'm a few blocks from there.

I'll swing by. I'll check it out.

We might have a problem.

Cop's outside.

7-Adam-15 on site.

Lobby's empty.

Check that. There's blood inside.

They're robbing the Federal Reserve.

Send backup, airship,

and an ambulance in case of casualties.

- Time's up. - How the hell

did the cops get onto us so fast?

I don't know. But we got to go.

Almost there.

- Not good enough. - Tough.

You need to buy me another five minutes

to get through this last firewall.

Cyesha, we need to pivot to Plan B.

Sacrifice the lambs.

Copy.

Let's go.

- Leave it! - Let's go.

Shots fired.

I am pinned down out front. I need help.

Duck!

Finished.

And I injected a virus that'll make it

impossible to figure out what we did.

Suspect's down.

He's not conscious. Not breathing.

Appears the shot came from the third-floor window.

They sniped their own guy.

Why would they do that?

They must have a secondary escape route.

Didn't want to leave anyone behind to flip on them.

The tunnels.

Let's get units rolling to the egress points.

We don't have anybody close by.

Harper, Nolan, you're with me.

Shots fired, basement hallway.

Four suspects.

Ah!

Come on. Go, go, go, go!

♪ Watch out now ♪

♪ Here I come ♪

- Are you nervous? - Nope.

Last shift before the wedding.

- Yep. - But you're still not nervous?

Nope. What about you?

- What about me? - Are you nervous

that Detective Harper will be taking over

your training in my absence?

Oh. I... she...

- When did that happen? - Last night.

Unless you'd prefer Sergeant Bradford.

No, no.

Well... no. No, no.

What about Smitty?

I'm kidding.

No, Detective Harper, she's... she's great.

I mean, I'm sure I will learn so much from her.

Not that you haven't already taught me

everything I need to know.

Well, not that I still don't have a lot of holes

in my training

okay, not because you're a bad TO.

It's...

Oh, thank God.

- What's the problem? - My husband's missing.

He... he went out last night, and I haven't heard from him...

Oh, no.

Officers.

Found him.

This way.

Any, um, advice to help optimize

my experience with Detective Harper?

- No. - Why not?

Because so much of what we do is dealing with the unknown.

I don't do you any service by giving you cheat codes.

Cheat codes? For what?

- No, nothing. - Training with you.

Oh, there are no cheat codes for me.

I am an enigma wrapped in a badass riddle.

- You got that, Boot? - Yes, ma'am.

Why are you 10-8?

Uh, last shift before I go on leave.

I know... you should be hiding under a desk

until it is time to go home, not out on the street.

- Why? - The curse of the last shift.

- Did nothing I taught you stick? - Only the rational bits.

You see, Detective Harper feels

that the last shift before a vacation, a retirement,

a wedding is to be feared.

- She's very superstitious. - I mean, so am I.

I'm riding with you.

Might as well write "collateral damage" on my forehead.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because unlike Detective Harper...

I do not believe

in superstitions or curses.

Today is going to be smooth sailing.

Hey, Bailey. What's up?

Uh, we have a huge problem.

That's great. What's going on?

Well, the wedding planner came by

to check her lighting setup

and somehow shorted out the HVAC system.

It's getting hot in here.

And it's supposed to be even hotter this weekend.

And if we don't have air conditioning...

Okay, we will. We will. I can fix that.

- Now? - N-now?

Uh, yes. No, yeah.

She probably just tripped a breaker.

Look, we're about to go back out on patrol,

and we'll swing by.

Okay, thank you.

Is this a huge mistake, doing the wedding here?

No. No, this is gonna be amazing.

Come on, best wedding ever, I promise.

All right, I got to go. I love you.

- Everything okay? - Yeah.

No, perfect. It's gonna be just, uh

you know, just... Juarez, let's go.

Do we have to?

I mean, there's plenty of paperwork we could fill out.

And I'm sure Sergeant Grey

could find us things to do at the station.

- Thanks. - Hmm.

Hold your nerve, Officer Juarez.

- That's an order. - Yes, sir.

♪ Are you ready? ♪

Nice bike.

Thank you.

Doctor sign off on you riding it?

You mean, like, in writing?

All I'm saying is, is take it easy.

It's your first day back, and you're not 100% yet.

Hell, I'm not even 100%,

and I only had a baby, not a near-death GSW.

Yes, I will be careful, I promise.

- Good. - Yeah.

But the correct response to my last sentence was,

childbirth is deeply traumatic to a woman's body

and should never be minimized.

Right. Got it.

So, uh, how are you feeling?

Mm, 80%.

Sad to leave my baby

but excited to use my brain for something else.

- You? - Same

e-except the, you know, baby part.

Yeah, I, um...

I don't sleep well.

Too many nightmares.

But I'm hopeful that'll change once we, uh,

catch the crew behind my shooting.

- Any fresh leads? - Not that I know of,

but it's my first day too.

All right, here's what we know.

The Federal Reserve heist was a two-pronged attack.

In success, they would have escaped

with $30 million in cash in an armored car.

And we never would have known about the secondary,

much larger digital heist.

While computer forensics are ongoing,

we've so far discovered over a hundred million

small-dollar transfers designed to fly beneath the radar.

Any progress on identifying the crew

that died at the scene?

- No. - How can that be?

They were clearly professional criminals.

No prints or DNA in any database,

and social media scrub of their faces turned up nothing.

Our working theory is that

a hacker sophisticated enough to break through

the Treasury Department firewalls

could have purged criminal histories

from law-enforcement databases prior to the heist.

To sum it up, this crew orchestrated

a brutal attack on my people

in order to rob the Federal Reserve,

killed three of their own to slow us down,

and there's no way to trace them

or the fortune they stole?

And given how rich they now are,

they could be anywhere in the world.

All right, listen up. This crew attacked our people

in their homes, killed six innocents.

We won't let them get away with this.

The only way this ends is bad guys in handcuffs.

Hey, shouldn't you be out on patrol?

I'm stealing a few minutes

to study for the detective's exam.

I've been slammed with so much OT,

I've fallen way behind.

Hey, can I ride with you today

so you can quiz me in between calls?

Yeah, sure. But it's not gonna solve your problem.

I mean, if Lieutenant Primm really has it out for you,

he's not gonna follow

the normal playbook with your oral exam.

He's gonna give you some crazy scenarios,

- try and sabotage you. - That's not fair.

The test should be the same for everybody.

How the hell am I supposed to study for wild cards?

You can't, I mean, but we can spend today

chasing outside-the-box calls,

try and widen your knowledge base a little.

Okay. Thank you.

Don't thank me yet. I'm not gonna make today easy.

I mean, the truth is, you learn best

when you're a little pissed off.

Do I? Or are you just trying

to get me to give you permission to be an ass?

Well, if that's your attitude,

- you really don't want my help. - No, I do.

I-I need it.

Or do I?

I don't like that smile.

- That's my smile. - Mm...

If you're reading into it, that's on you.

Let's roll.

Why do I feel like I'm making a terrible mistake?

Hey. Whoa! It is an oven in here.

I told you.

- What if you can't fix it? - I can fix it.

Wedding is almost here. Are you just so excited?

- Totally. - He just blew a breaker.

I-I got a spare. Don't worry about it.

I mean, I'm made of anxiety inside,

but underneath that's excitement, I think.

Well, not to make it about me,

but I just bought a sexy dress,

and I'm ready to party.

Yes.

I fixed it 'cause I'm a genius.

And humble.

And icky. There we go.

- All right, back to work. - To taunt the curse some more.

What curse?

Why would you say that in front of Bailey?

- I'm sorry, sir. - It's n... it's nothing.

It's a Harper superstition, curse of the last shift.

I... nothing is gonna go wrong today.

Okay? I promise.

- Whoa. - Hey. How can I help you?

Hi. Yeah, uh, Josh Randall.

I just bought the house next door.

The police. Is... is there a problem?

Oh, no, not at all. I'm Bailey, and this is John.

- We live here. - Oh, cool.

I've never had a cop for a neighbor before.

Uh, anyway, I just wanted to stop by and bring you this.

- Oh, that's so nice. - Very sweet.

But we should be the ones giving you

the "welcome to the neighborhood" bottle.

Well, it's not exactly a "welcome" bottle.

It's more of a "sorry for the inconvenience" bottle.

I'm tearing down the house next door this weekend,

and it's possible it might get a little... little noisy.

- No. No, no, no, he ca... - Okay, no, no, I... I...

I got... I got... I got it.

We're actually getting married this weekend... here.

Yikes.

Wish I had brought a pricier bottle of champagne.

Yeah, we're gonna have to just

push back that demolition.

Oh, yeah, totally.

But there's no way.

Sorry, the permits have all been pulled,

and my contractor has a super-tight window

to get the work done,

and I'm just not able to alter my schedule

not not able, just, uh,

you know, not going to.

You get it. It's what I was gonna do

and am gonna do, but, um, anyway, I'm

oof... just gutted about the mix-up.

It's, um... it'll be a fun story, right?

"Three bulldozers at our wedding."

Anyway, see you this weekend.

Hoo. Curse of the last shift.

I'm... I'm... I'm gonna...

I'm... I'm... I'm gonna... I'm just...

Welcome back, Officer Thorsen.

Thank you, sir, and, um, thank you

for everything you did for me while on medical leave.

You're welcome, but that kindness stopped

when you put that uniform back on this morning.

Sir?

I've been where you are, son

trying to come back after being shot,

almost dying.

I would be doing you no kindness

by coddling you now.

Yes, sir. Look, I'm... I'm not looking

for any special treatment. I'm ready to get

back on the street and prove myself.

That's not your decision to make.

I'm assigning you to station duties

while you start seeing the department psychiatrist.

Only after they approve you for active duty

will I put you back on the street.

Sir, with all due respect,

I'm already seeing a pretty dope therapist.

I mean, Lil' Gurkin swears by him.

- Who the hell is Lil' Gurkin? - He's a...

Y-you know what? I don't care.

The department requires you to see their psychiatrist.

You're going.

Twice a week. First appointment's tonight.

- There you are. - Hey, mama.

Welcome back.

You just got a call from BHPD.

Some guy wrapped his half-million-dollar Lambo

- around a tree in Beverly Hills. - And I care why?

Because you had his fingerprints flagged

in the system with no name associated.

Hot damn. And where is he now?

Landing at the hospital. Why? Who is this guy?

We got a hit on our Federal Reserve crew.

- Sir, I would like to go... - Absolutely not.

MVA with contusions to forehead,

possible fracture to left humerus.

And one, two, three.

Page Dr. Hoffman. He's gonna need

a surgical consult on his arm.

Is my Lambo okay?

It's brand-new.

I just drove it off the lot today...

And right into a tree.

Relax.

Hello.

This is Detective Harper, LAPD.

The man you just brought into the hospital is wanted

for murder, armed robbery,

and assault on law-enforcement officers.

He is extremely dangerous.

Oh!

What's the situation?

He's got a hostage in there. She's a nurse.

I thought I had a clear shot, but I hit her.

What kind of weapon has he got?

It's a blade, some kind of scalpel.

It's Lisa. She's gut shot.

We got to get her out of there fast.

Okay, this is gonna be tricky.

We have no idea who this guy is

or what his pressure points are.

We push the wrong one, he could snap and kill her.

We don't got time to analyze him.

I think I can get a clean shot

if Nolan can get him focused on the door.

If it goes sideways, I'll take the shot.

All right, do it.

Hey, turn off the lights.

Yes, sir.

Sir, this is our first lead in six weeks.

If he ends up dead...

Our priority is the hostage, always.

No, yes, of course, I just...

Sir?

I'm Officer John Nolan, LAPD.

We need to talk.

About what, how screwed I am?

Or how you're gonna offer me a ride

to a non-extradition country if I let the hostage go?

I think we should focus on not making matters any worse.

You both need medical attention.

Let me get that for you.

Look, man, you're a smart guy.

You know there's a deal to be made if you help us.

Forget it. I'm not a rat.

Even if I was, I'd never survive long enough for WITSEC.

That's not true. We can protect you.

No, you can't.

You can't.

I should never have bought that stupid car.

He wa... he warned me.

And I'm gonna die.

But first, I'm gonna make it hurt.

- Clear. - Hey.

Come on!

- Keep pressure on that. - I know.

Right. Ready?

Come on. There we go.

Get her out. Get her out.

- What now? - Now we hope

that the address on his registration is real

and he left something behind that'll lead us to his crew.

Hey, I'm gonna need your weapon for OIS investigation.

Hey. You okay?

Better than him.

Mm. Maybe I should have asked

Harper or Lopez to help me study.

Eh, Harper's busy with the task force,

and Lopez's cop brain is just booting up.

Look, the truth is, all ranked police officers

share the same knowledge base.

I mean, sergeant, lieutenant, detective,

there's only about 8% unique to each specialty.

Yeah, right, but it's that 8%

where Primm will try and trip me up.

Maybe, but I'd argue

that's exactly what he wants you to think.

Great.

Yeah, thank you so much for that.

Thank you. Now I get to play

the second-guessing game where I spiral out of control

worrying about whether or not Primm knows

that I think he will try and trip me up

and that I'm focusing on the wild cards

while he circles back to all the stuff

I should be studying,

making me look like an idiot at the oral exam,

pushing me so far down the promotions list

that even if I do manage to pass the oral exam

oh, my gosh, I will never even qualify for an open slot.

This is great.

Great.

- Please don't. - I didn't say anything.

I can hear you. Y-you're thinking it.

Just

okay, new idea

unique scenarios during the day,

study manual at night.

I will sleep when it's over.

- Clear. - Clear.

Clear.

All right, we're gonna have to move fast.

Any evidence our suspect might have left behind

is gonna be useless the very second his crew finds out

he was killed by cops.

Officer Juarez, what is our next move?

Well, place is a rental,

clearly not the suspect's main domicile.

So we tear the house apart in a top-to-bottom search

while trying to avoid provoking the curse any further.

- That's... - Wh... uh, what curse?

It's nothing.

Last shift before the wedding.

Yeah, I don't mess with curses.

Not since Uncle Cheese uncovered that ancient tomb.

You can keep your bad juju,

"Final Destination" karma target away from me.

Okay.

Thank you.

All right, Officer Juarez, let's start our search

in the back bedroom, where you will recite for me

the five rules of a domicile search

in backwards alphabetical order.

Any mistakes you make will result in a blue page.

If you mention the word "curse" in my presence again,

you'll be volunteered for all the cavity searches

at the station from now until your 30th birthday.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Clear.

7-Metro-100. I'm on the scene of a 187.

Assigning control to Officer Chen.

All right, I'm here as a resource.

But as of now, you're in charge.

What's your first move?

Crime scene's too small.

Responding officers didn't recover the murder weapon.

Shooter probably ditched it somewhere along the block.

Make the call.

7-Metro-100 requesting additional units

for an expanded crime scene, canvass, and search grid.

Notify Homicide and mobilize the TID team.

What else?

I mean, there's nothing else we can do until TID gets here

to document the scene.

Am I missing something?

Do you think you're missing something?

I think you're messing with me.

Un... unless you're not, and I am really missing something.

All right, well, you've checked all the obvious boxes,

but there's a wild card.

Do you want me to tell you what it is?

Yes. No.

Just let me think for a minute.

All right, pretend you don't have a minute.

What are you missing?

Nothing.

Something? What is it?

No, don't tell me. Just...

Look, there's no shame in not knowing

- the answer, Officer Chen. - Just let me think

for a minute, Sergeant Bradford, please.

What is that?

The thing you should have thought of.

No, we have to turn this off. How are we gonna turn it off?

Ugh.

Oh, my gosh.

No.

Hey. You need anything?

Uh, no.

The union rep is on his way, and IA is landing in 30.

Having Grey as a witness is a godsend.

Any one of us would have taken the shot.

You saved Lisa's life.

I know, but I'm still gonna have nightmares about it,

even though I've been through it before.

Can I do anything more to help?

- Call James? - No.

No, not yet.

I know he's gonna be mad at me for not telling him right away,

but there's a part of him that is gonna judge me,

and I'm just... I'm not ready to deal with that right now.

I come bearing burritos and babies.

Ooh, I don't know which I'm happier to see.

Well...

- Don't judge me. - I would never.

I heard what happened.

- Sounds like a clean shoot. - Thank you.

Aw, sweet, sweet baby.

First station visit.

- That is exciting. - Mm-hmm.

- Yeah. - Here you go.

Aw.

That is so cute. Thank you.

Slow day at the front desk?

- Glacial. - Mm.

At this point, I'm looking forward

- to department-mandated therapy. - Mm, don't.

In-house shrinks are a unique breed.

Most are ancient or uninterested.

And, legally, they don't work for you.

You got to stay vigilant. Don't over share.

Okay.

Uh, excuse me.

That could not have backfired more spectacularly.

It was a literal clown show.

Hopefully nobody heard about it.

Okay, that's very funny.

Thank you.

Hey, welcome back, Officer Thorsen.

Thank you, sir. It's good to be back.

It's really good to see you.

Hey, um, does everybody know about what happened to me?

Oh, you mean the clown show?

Yeah, everyone.

Um, meanwhile, I ran

a background check on your victim...

Claude Smith, 36,

professional clown/ mime/barista.

No priors. Closest family's in Arizona.

And he lives right around the corner from where he was shot.

Th-that's great. Thank you so much.

Uh... Wesley, hey.

Sorry. Oh, my gosh.

Um, I really need your professional opinion.

Uh-uh. No, I'm on paternity leave.

Oh, wait, so does that mean

you didn't hear about my... clown show?

No, no, no, I heard.

Your crime scene was fatally compromised.

The only way for you to guarantee a conviction

is to get a full confession from the killer

that's if you can find them.

So good luck.

Great.

Sir, again, I'm...

I'm very sorry about focusing too much on the

the baseless superstition.

It's just in my DNA to take these things seriously.

Okay, it's not about taking them seriously.

It's about allowing them to distract you.

You've been on the job long enough to know

what can happen when you lose focus, even for a moment.

Yes, sir.

Whoa. Sir.

Whoa.

There's only one number in the call history.

Looks like a daily check-in

at 4:00 p.m.

That gives us exactly two hours to figure out

what we're gonna do the next time that phone rings.

We got a warrant on an incoming phone call.

Audio and visual tap of the suspect's phone.

What's that noise?

Sounds industrial.

Yeah, or mechanical.

Where's the visual? Do we have it...

Working on it. It takes a little longer

to activate the phone's camera.

There we go.

They're on a plane.

Yeah, it looks private.

Oh, that's a G550.

It's an older model, 2012 maybe.

You can tell that just by looking at the ceiling?

Let's just say I, uh, spent some quality horizontal time

on one of those on a trip to Rome

with an Italian supermodel.

- Don't judge. - Oh, I'm judging.

Okay, so all we have to do is figure out where they're flying

and then have law enforcement waiting for them.

It's impossible to get a precise location

with a phone that's flying at 30,000 feet.

But if we can get a rough GPS when it calls,

they might be able to match it to the plane's transponder.

I hate to rain on this parade,

but we don't know for sure that our crew

is on the other end of that phone.

It could be the hostage taker's girlfriend,

his drug dealer.

We need confirmation to get an arrest warrant.

We got a more immediate problem.

That phone is gonna call this phone in four minutes.

And whoever is on that plane is gonna know

they're not talking to their guy.

Unless...

Ten seconds.

Right.

Here we go.

Yo.

Wow, that thing sounds

even more obnoxious than I thought it would.

Yeah, it kicks ass. Where are you?

Just crossed out of Mexican airspace.

So what'd you find out about the place?

Banks?

Eh... it... if... ah... money.

What? Banks, you're breaking up.

Wi... he... but... y... if... you

eh... I... it... uh...

- Think he bought it? - We'll find out.

- Lost him? - Yeah.

But before that, he sounded weird.

You think something's up?

I don't know.

But better safe than sorry.

- Damn it. - What's happening?

They destroyed the phone. They didn't quite buy your act.

Did you connect the phone GPS to the plane transponder?

Working on it.

Oh. We got facial matches.

He's Boyd Taylor, and the two women with him

are Cyesha Witt and Kim Loncar.

All have bodies on them

in connection with a previous series of armed robberies

- across four states. - There's our confirmation.

Got the transponder.

Jet's flying from Mexico City to LAX.

Wait, they just filed

a new flight plan to land at Whittier.

They're pivoting in case we're waiting for them at LAX.

Let's mount up, people.

Sir, we should really sit this one out.

No way.

She's right.

It's your last shift. You should stay here.

Sir, all due respect, no.

This guy ambushed my friends and sent a killer to my house.

I need to see this through, last shift or no.

Okay.

But you're not riding with us.

- Sir... - No.

What are we doing?

Thinking.

Hmm. Feels like we're sitting.

The search of the victim's house turned up nothing.

Family and friends gave us no possible motives

for why someone would kill him.

And with no forensics, I...

I think I should skip the detective's exam.

- Lucy. - I am not ready.

No, you are ready.

Don't let Primm get in your head.

That ship sailed this morning.

Look, I-I know myself.

If I take this test and I fail, it'll kill my confidence.

It's just better to wait.

Then wait.

You know, you can always work undercover assignments

when on patrol.

So you don't believe I can pass?

I didn't say that. I'm just...

I'm just trying to be supportive.

By telling me I can't do something?

You're the one that said you weren't ready.

N... I-I am in a bad place.

But you just jumped right in to amplify it.

No, I didn't.

Do you hear me?

What?

That woman in that car was crying

while she was looking at the murder scene.

Okay, maybe she knew him.

Or... or maybe she just had a frustrating fight

with her girlfriend.

Police. Show us your hands.

Uh, I-I'm not doing anything.

- Ma'am, step aside. - Come over here.

That... that's not mine.

What about this? Megan?

I'm guessing you tossed the gun, didn't realize

you lost your bracelet along with it?

I didn't mean to kill him.

He was... he was gonna tell my husband about us.

All right, ma'am, face that way, hands behind your back.

Ow.

- Hey, police! - Show us your hands!

- Hands up! - Hey, freeze, lady!

Whoa! Whoa!

- Turn around, now! - Turn around!

Nolan! Watch out!

You okay?

Uh, yeah.

Bet he believes in curses now.

Hmm.

Help me understand something, Boyd.

You're a Picasso of big-money heists,

planned to the nth degree,

executed with shocking violence.

But this job was different, wasn't it?

Can I get a soda?

You didn't just break into the Federal Reserve

and steal hard currency.

You hacked their computers,

got into servers that are beyond secret.

Diet, if you have it.

Someone must have pointed you to them,

an inside man, one that's a hell of a lot higher up

than that security guard.

You know, I would settle for a Lacroix,

or any sparkling water, really.

This isn't a joke... you're gonna spend

the rest of your life in an 8-foot cell

till they carry you out in a 6-foot box.

Unless you come clean,

tell us who you were working with.

Why are you questioning my client

after he called for his lawyer?

- Nobody was asking questions. - Well, except for me.

Seriously, can I get that soda?

I'd like to speak to my client in private... now.

Of course.

While you're at it, I recommend you emphasize

how tight the vise is on his nuts.

Ooh.

Hey.

Everything go all right with IA?

Yeah, it was fine.

It should be cleared in the next day or so.

Good. Well, I'm...

- I'm here if you need me. - Thanks.

- So you survived. - Yeah.

My last shift is officially over,

and I am still standing.

Why? Why do you insist on tempting fate?

I think because I know it upsets you.

Huh. You're going to hell.

I tried everything,

but they're knocking that house down

this weekend during our wedding.

We're gonna have to call it off.

No, no. God, no.

We're not canceling the wedding.

Well, then I'm gonna be the only bride in history

to wear ear protection with her wedding dress.

Yeah, that's entirely possible.

I'm so sorry this is happening.

What's happening?

Oh, uh, just our home wedding is a disaster,

and it's too late to change the venue.

Oh, I mean, you guys could get married

at my family's spiritual oasis downtown.

Your family has a spiritual oasis downtown?

He asked him with great admiration.

Oh, yeah, Zen Gardens.

It's a perfect, stylish party space.

How many guests? Both: 75.

Okay, yeah, no problem.

We can handle, like, five times as many as that.

- Both: That's... - So kind of you, Aaron.

- But we couldn't ask you to... - We couldn't?

Well, you're not asking. I'm offering.

And it's the least I could do for you saving my life.

Well, I didn't save your life.

Some very talented doctors and nurses did.

- Bailey. - I'm just saying.

Right, but you got me to them.

So y'all are getting married at the Gardens,

and that's the end of that.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

- No problem. - Now I really am gonna cry.

Yeah.

- Thank you. - No problem. Mm-hmm.

Oh, my God, thank you.

Yo, Ishani.

Hey, what's up? This is Aaron.

It's me.

Boyd might be a problem.

Yeah, he's facing life in prison.

If they offer him a good-enough deal,

he's likely to take it.

Um, that kind of advice

costs extra.

100 grand.

Good.

Then my advice is simple.

You should do whatever makes you sleep

the most soundly at night.

No, no, thank you.

Way to pull off the fourth-quarter win.

Thanks.

What?

Nothing.

This isn't gonna work if you're gonna lie to me.

Fine.

Did you undermine me today because you're scared

that I'm gonna make detective?

What? No.

- Tim... - No.

And I'm upset you'd even think that.

Look, I don't know. Maybe it wasn't deliberate.

Maybe it was subconscious.

So... so now you're accusing me

of being unaware of my actions?

That... that's not better.

You have to admit that what happened with Isabel

was deeply traumatic for you.

I've never not admitted it.

I admitted it the first day we met, okay?

So the only thing I did today was have your back.

But i-if you can't see that, then...

You know what?

I'm tired.

You've got studying to do.

So let's just take the night off.

All right? I'll see you tomorrow.

♪ And let me start again ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

- Officer Thorsen? - That's me.

Hi.

I'm Dr. London... uh, Blair.

I'll be working with you if that's okay.

Yeah.

You seem awesome.

Thanks, but the jury's still out.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't be joking.

I graduated last year, and I've been here six months.

But I promise, I do know what I'm doing.

Glad one of us does.

This way.

♪ Now I, I think I finally found the antidote ♪

♪ I've been lying to Holy Ghost ♪

♪ Holy death and holy smoke ♪

♪ Let me start again ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

Damn it.