All language subtitles for The Rookie S07E02 - The Watcher (Awafim.tv)

- ♪ What do you want? ♪
- Stop! Police!

- ♪ What do you want? ♪

♪ What do you want? ♪

[energetic rock music]

♪ What do you want? ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I wanna tell you
all my dirty, little secrets ♪

♪ I wanna give it up,
see if you can keep it ♪

♪ I wanna... ♪

- Damn it, it's locked.

Suspect went down
the north roof

access stairwell
behind a locked door.

Taking the south stairwell
to cut him off at the street.

- ♪ Anything you like ♪

♪ 24 karat doesn't break
under spite ♪

[loud slam, person grunts]

- ♪ You could be the magic
with your name up in lights ♪

♪ All you gotta do
is name the price ♪

♪ What do you want? ♪

[muffled grunting]

- Well, that's a first.

Clear.

- Clear.

[muffled grunting]

Nolan, look.

7-Adam-15--

how do I radio that in?

- That's a 415,
masked vigilante.

- ♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

- Right.

- ♪ I'm gonna win for you ♪

♪ Like I know
you want me to do ♪

- Are you cleaning or are you
just moving the mess around?

- I can't find my keys

because someone keeps letting
our toddler play with them.

I cannot be late for my meeting
with the captain.

- Well, maybe it can be seen
as a power play,

making him wait
to hear your demands.

- They're not demands.
They're respectful requests.

Now, if he doesn't address them
to my satisfaction,

then they become demands.

- Hmm, found them.

Keyfob casserole.

She is a culinary visionary,
just like her mom.

- Speaking of dinner, uh,
what time will you be home?

I invited a few friends over.

- Our friends or your friends?

- They're community activists.

- In that case, I am busy.

I am filling in on patrol,
and cases are just piling up.

- Nyla, come on.

The latest corruption scandal
exposed a lot of dirty cops,

and people want answers.

- Isn't that why you are
going to see the captain?

I--I am just gonna tell them

the same thing
that I am telling you.

We are handling it.

The department
is just as motivated

to get bad cops off the street
as you are.

All right, maybe not just as,
but we are working on it.

- For now.

Historically,
there's always a lot of talk

about accountability, but
the second the press moves on,

it's all swept under the rug.

I think it would help if the
community heard from an officer

who shared their concerns.

Someone like my gorgeous,
smart,

funny, talented,

amazing wife.

[smooth music]

- Fine.

But that is just because
you said I was funny,

and not enough people
acknowledge that.

- Mm-hmm.

[phone vibrating]

[Zachary Knowles'
"Somewhere in Texas"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Sunburn, cheap wine ♪

♪ It takes me back ♪

♪ It hurts sometimes
to wonder, mm ♪

♪ Do you think of us? ♪

♪ Nights were always endless ♪

♪ It was perfect love ♪

♪ Didn't know
how precious yet ♪

♪ It's been a long time ♪

♪ Still know what
my address is ♪

♪ Find me somewhere in Texas,
oh-oh, oh-oh ♪

- The hell are you doing, Boot?

- I'm going to work, sir.

- Yeah, I'm not blind.

I'm asking why
you've been coming to work

like you're leaving
for a six-month deployment.

- What, this old thing?

It's a little
cross-training trick

I picked up from my
high school football coach.

Heavy backpack
equals easy cardio.

- Well, do it on your own time.

Cops don't walk to work.

- Oh, I know LA is
not a walking city,

but I didn't think
y'all would care so much

how I got myself places.

- I care when it's
an officer safety issue.

- What, you worried
someone's gonna jump me

for my milk money?

- No.

I'm worried that
some hardcore criminal

pissed at you
for locking up his buddy

might sneak up behind you
and slit your throat.

That'll put an abrupt ending
to your easy cardio.

- You're a pretty intense guy,
you know that?

- What's your point?

[tense hip-hop music]

- Whoo!

Do we know what day it is?

Yo, I can't believe
it's finally Plain Clothes Day.

I mean, it's normal
to be nervous, right?

- Yeah, of course.

And listen, Nolan
wouldn't have authorized it

if he wasn't sure
you were ready.

- Yeah.
Yeah, you're right.

I bet your Plain Clothes Day
was a breeze, huh?

- Actually,
I almost washed out.

But Nolan's not Tim.

And I don't think he's gonna
mess with your head.

- Yeah.

- You need to mess
with her head.

Only way to make sure
she's ready.

- Yeah,
that's not exactly my style.

- Your style is also
being evaluated today.

But Juarez is a good cop.

If she messes up, it's as much
your failure as it is hers.

- Wait a minute.
Lucy is a great cop,

and you almost washed her out.

- I did.
But you're not me.

Everyone knows
I'm an exceptional TO.

You, on the other hand,
have yet to prove yourself.

- It's the only way to prove

a TO doesn't have
to play mind games

in order
to train a good rookie.

It's not enough to win.

I have to crush Tim
in this competition.

- Wait, so the contest
is just about TO styles?

- I mean,
what else would it be about?

- Uh, nothing.

- She thinks
it's about the breakup.

- And she's not alone.

- I am so over the breakup.

We had friendly,
professional competition

long before we dated,
and this is just that.

- So back in uniform.
How does it feel?

- Itchy.
I am already sweating.

But we are rooting for you
today, Juarez.

Patrol really cannot afford
to lose another body right now.

♪ ♪

- The boys are obsessed
with this masked vigilante.

- [sighs] Jack, too.

Whoever he is, he isn't
making my job any easier.

- Citizen's arrest
is perfectly legal.

- But false imprisonment isn't.

And the fuzzy line between the
two is for the jury to decide.

- Well, at least
he isn't hurting anyone.

- Mm.
- Yet.

I hope you don't mind,
but the captain

wants me to sit in
on this morning's proceedings.

- Not at all.

Just don't think I'm gonna
go easy because we're friendly.

- Of course not.

I'll see you up there.

- Wow, look at you.

It reminds me
of the first day we met.

- I hate it.

I forgot how much these
pants flatten out my ass.

- Well, it still looks
pretty good to me.

- "Pretty good"?

- Uh, I move to have
my previous comment

stricken from the record.

- Are you ready
for your meeting?

- The real question is,
are they ready for me?

- OK, not one word.

- I was just gonna say thank
you both for your sacrifice.

The detectives owe you one.

- You've owed me 200 bucks
since the Super Bowl.

I want my money.

- Understood.
[clears throat]

But seriously, if I need
a crime scene babysat today,

you guys are my first call.
- Mm-hmm.

♪ ♪

- We should go.
- Yeah.

Uh, have a good meeting.

- Thanks. See you tonight.
- Yeah.

- Be careful today.

- Not a fan of that detective?

- Not at liberty to say.

- I didn't see your Boot
in the locker room, Chen.

If he's late for roll call,

you'll be in the hole
before the day even starts.

- He has a few minutes.

- He has 43 seconds.

- Hey, uh,
have you guys seen Seth?

- No.

- Damn it.

[phone line trilling]

- This is Seth.
Leave a message.

- All right, everybody.
Settle down.

It is 8:00 a.m. on the dot,

which means roll call
has started,

and Officer Chen's Boot
is officially--

you're late, Boot.

all: Ooh!
- Late!

- Sorry, I--I didn't--

- Officer Chen,
what's an acceptable excuse

for a rookie to be late
to roll call?

- There isn't one.
- That's right.

Which means today, you'll be
starting in the loss column.

Moving on, Lieutenant Grey is
in a meeting with the captain

and a community activist.

- Boo.

- That representative
is James Murray.

Look, I know we all had friends

lose their pensions
over this mess,

but they made that bed.

They crossed lines
we can't cross.

Now it's up to us to regain
the community's trust.

Otherwise, we'll be dealing
with nonsense like this.

Now, I'm sure you've all
heard about this jackass

running around, trying
to be some masked avenger.

- He's called The Watcher.

- Yeah,
I'm not calling him that.

- ♪ Can't stop
till I get enough ♪

- He's just an
attention-seeking wannabe

desperate for internet fame.

- You might be right.

But there has been
a measurable spike in crime

in the neighborhood
since we've been shorthanded.

Look, if the residents
start thinking

this clown is more reliable
than us,

we have a huge problem.

That's why today
we're gonna be doing

some good old-fashioned
community policing.

- You mean foot patrol?

- Yeah, we're not doing that.

Fine, but only to show up
that masked weirdo.

- Everyone get out there,
shake hands,

kiss some babies,
hand out business cards.

Let the residents
feel your presence.

Everyone except
Nolan and Juarez,

who will be
on Plain Clothes Day.

All right, that's it.
Be safe out there.

[indistinct chatter]

- Huh, kind of funny.

The one day you guys
are back in uniform,

I get to wear my civvies
all shift.

- It won't be so funny
if Celina doesn't pass.

- Why wouldn't--

- Ooh.

How much coffee
is too much coffee?

- Well, how many fingers
am I holding up?

- I think two,
but they're vibrating.

- OK, take a deep breath.

- [inhales deeply]

- All right. You got this.

- Thank you.

- All right, let's go over
how this is gonna go.

Today I am here in a purely
observational capacity.

I will not advise, assist,
or help you in any way.

Every decision will be yours.

If you get into some trouble
that you can't handle,

I will step in.

Just know that that will
affect your final evaluation.

- Understood.

- Mount up.

- Whew.

[garage door opening]

- Now, to help simulate
the experience of riding solo,

this will be the last time
I speak to you

until the end of shift.

- Finally!

Usually,
I can't get you to zip it.

Oh, you were serious.

OK, here we go.

And by we, I mean me,
because I am riding solo.

- You are so lucky.

If Sergeant Bradford
was your TO,

you'd be spending
the rest of your shift

scrubbing holding cells with--
with a toothbrush.

- Well, I'm glad
that he's not my TO.

[tires screeching]

- Do you want
to run alongside the shop

while you
reconsider your attitude?

- No, ma'am.

Sorry.

- Good, 'cause...

'cause I don't want
to be that kind of TO, man.

But you showing up late
for your second-ever roll call,

either you don't respect me

or--or--
- No, of course not.

- Or you're not taking your
training seriously, Ridley.

- [sighs] Officer Chen,

I promise you
that is not the case.

I--I know it's no excuse,

but I had a doctor's
appointment this morning,

and it ran--it ran late.

So it's not--
it's not gonna happen again.

- Good.

- So since I'm making
all the decisions today,

I guess that means

I can do this.

♪ ♪

Damn.

OK, I thought for sure,
that'd get you to crack.

OK.

- 7-Adam-15,
I have an in-progress 211

home invasion at 623 Layden.

RP is homeowner Walter Fields,
82.

- Advise RP to lock himself
in the bathroom

and find out if there are
any firearms in the house.

- RP has locked himself
in the first floor bathroom

and is armed with a handgun.

[siren wailing]

- Control responding Code-3.

[siren wailing]

[gunshots]

7-Adam-15,
shots fired inside 2827 Layden.

We are--I am Code-6 on scene
making entry.

Send backup.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Police!

I am inside your house!

Come out with your hands up!

♪ ♪

[raspy breathing]

- Call it in.

- I need an RA to my location.

Teenage female,
GSW to the chest.

She is conscious and breathing.

- Homeowner,
this is the police!

Is there anyone
in that bathroom with you?

- No.

Did you find the guy?

I think I got him.

- All right, I'm gonna need you
to put that gun down.

[metallic click]

Is it down?

- Yeah.
- All right.

I'm gonna need you
to open the door.

Come toward me nice and slow

with your hands where
I can see them.

[sirens wailing in distance]

Nice and slow.
Just walk towards me, OK?

I'm gopnna have to
put you in handcuffs.

- What?
[chuckles]

I'm the one who's being robbed.

- No, I understand.
It's standard procedure.

It's not up for debate.

[police sirens wailing]
- Well, I know, but the--

oh, my God, no.
- No.

- No, let me go!

That's my granddaughter!
Let me go!

- I heard footsteps
in the hall.

There have been a lot of
break-ins around here lately.

So I thought--

listen, I--

I need to go to the hospital
to make sure she's OK.

- I'm sorry, sir, but we--

- Oh, please.
She's only 17.

They have to save her.

- They're gonna do everything
they can

to help her, OK?

[car door closes]

- Fill me in.

- It's--

- I hate Plain Clothes Day.

Fine, let's hear it.

- Well, victim is the
17-year-old granddaughter

of homeowner, Walter Fields.

An open window
in the laundry room suggests

she may have been trying
to sneak back in

after a night out, and
he mistook her for an intruder.

- Thanks.
I'll take it from here.

- OK, well, do you need me to
take Walter in for processing?

- He's been through enough.

He doesn't need
to see the back of a shop.

I'll handle it.

- I, uh--

I-I don't expect you to respond

because I know
you're not here today,

but I need to say something.

I thought I did a pretty
good job handling that call,

so I don't really understand

why you stepped in
to take lead.

You know, besides the fact that

I'm supposed to be making
all the decisions today,

it undermined my authority

with a man who is already
more inclined to trust someone

who looks like you
over someone who looks like me.

Just something to think about.

- Community policing
in a city the size of LA

is a lot more complicated
than whatever you're used to

back in Texas.

- You mean I can't just

pop down to the bingo hall

and shake hands
with all my cousins right now?

- Uh, excuse me, officers?

- Yes, ma'am.
What can we do you for?

- Would you mind helping me
bring my garbage bin in?

It's so heavy.
- Uh, yes, ma'am.

I'd be happy to.

[upbeat music]

You know, I would have thought

a woman in as good
a shape as yourself

would have no problem
bringing this bin in.

- Well, just because a woman
can do something herself

doesn't mean
she doesn't enjoy

watching a handsome young man
do it for her.

- All right, if there's nothing
else you need from us, ma'am,

we're gonna need
to be moving on.

- You have a great day, ma'am.

911 is the number
if you need us again.

- Let's go.
She knows what 911 is.

- Well, you told me
to be friendly.

- That kind of friendly
will get you sued.

Next time,
just focus on professional.

- Hey, excuse me, sir.
Do you have a minute to talk?

- Depends. What about?

- Well, this is Officer Chen.

I'm Officer Ridley.

We're introducing ourselves
around the neighborhood.

We're trying to get
a sense of what we can do

to better serve the community.

- Better?
Son, are you new?

- Actually, yes, I--I am.

You're gonna
have to forgive me.

I'm still learning.

- OK, well,
then I'll educate you.

This used to be a nice
neighborhood to raise a family.

And then the gangs started
moving in and the drugs.

And now the only time
the police ever seem to show up

is to make an easy arrest

or to use us as an example for
young officers like yourself.

See The Watcher there?

Now, I don't know
if The Watcher is helping,

hurting, or just plain crazy,

but at least he's here.

And you'd be surprised what
a big difference that makes.

- Well, sir,
next time you've got a problem,

you can contact me directly.

And I will personally make sure
that the police respond.

- I just might.

[soft upbeat music]

- Ridley.

That was good.

- I would not have
agreed to this

if I knew
we were doing foot patrol.

- Tell me about it.

And James is having people
over for dinner tonight,

so I can't even put my feet up
when I get home.

- Thanks for the invite.

- Oh, trust me,
you do not want one.

It'll be James, a bunch
of angry community members,

and then me answering
for the sins of the LAPD.

- You're right. I'm good.
- Yeah.

- How have things been
since the scandal broke?

- Tense. [sighs]

I mean, I'm just sick of
having the same conversation

over and over again.

- God, I remember when

Wesley and I used to get into
it over police procedure.

It was kind of hot,
but also exhausting.

It's much easier now that
he works for the DA's office.

- If only I had that option.

- Hey! My bag!

[upbeat rock music]

- [grunts]
- Hands behind your back!

Two babies each,
and we still got it.

Control, I need transport

at the corner
of Cochran and 8th

for a 211 purse snatch suspect.

- Copy,
show 7-Adam-15 en route.

[engine revving]

- How's Juarez doing?

- She's doing great.

Me, on the other hand,
I'm struggling a little bit.

We had an incident
that got a little dicey,

and I wound up taking the lead.

Afterwards,

she questioned whether
I was making the right call.

- Well, unless she
was dying or on fire,

you definitely did not.

- I didn't even realize
I was doing it.

Instinct just kicked in.

- You've gotta learn
to control that impulse.

- Yeah.

I had no idea being on the
TO side of Plain Clothes Day

would be this hard.

- Well, of course it's hard.

You've been training her
for the past nine months.

You're invested in her success.

But the only way
she will succeed

is if you give her
the room to fail.

- What can you tell me about
that guy crossing the street?

- Late teens, early 20s, 5'10"-
6' tall, slim build.

His colors and tattoos
suggest that he is affiliated.

Without getting any closer,

I'd say he's a part
of the 6th Street Devils.

- And what's our authority
to stop and talk to him?

- Well, the standard for
probable cause and detention

states that we need
to have a reasonable belief

that the person in question has
or will commit a crime.

For example,
if this was an 11532(a),

loitering for the purpose
of selling drugs,

then we could stop him.

[gunshots]

[The St. Pierre's Snake
Invasion's "Braindead"]

[person groans]

- Follow that suspect!

- LAPD!
Stop!

- 7-Adam-19,
we've got shots fired

in the alleyway off Beverly.

♪ ♪

- ♪ Through their hair
and on their breath ♪

♪ In varied crooked smiles
that stench ♪

♪ In every crack and crevice
lay that histrionic scent ♪

♪ Keep your fingers, thumbs,
and elbows off my table ♪

[tires screeching]

♪ ♪

- Sir, the ambulance
is on its way.

- I'm good, I'm good.

This ain't the first time
I been shot.

- You're still going
to the hospital.

- He had a car.
He got away.

- Did you get the plate?

The make?

Ridley!

Did--where did they go?

What direction did they go?

[sirens wailing]

- Control, 7-Adam-15,

vehicle stop on
2-Queen-Charles-Edward-265.

The registered owner,
Arnold King,

has a no-bail
out of Long Beach.

Start me another unit, and be
advised that I am riding solo.

- Copy, Adam-15.
Additional unit en route.

- [sighs] Damn it.

- What the hell
is taking so long?

- Sir, I need you
to get back in your car.

- You can't just hold me here.

- Sir, if you do not
get back in your car now,

you will be in violation
of Penal Code Section 148,

resisting an officer.

[energetic music]

[handcuff clicks]

♪ ♪

[Celina groans]

♪ ♪

[Celina grunts]

[Celina spits]

You have my permission

to call me a badass.

♪ ♪

- You are a badass.

- You're an embarrassment.

Not only did you fail
to radio in your location

while chasing an armed suspect,

you were unable
to provide any details

that might help us
identify his vehicle.

These are the fundamentals,
Officer Ridley.

Things they teach you
the first week at the Academy.

- There's no excuse, sir.

- You're damn right!

[sighs]
Step outside.

I need to speak to Officer Chen
for a minute.

Let me be blunt.

Do you think Ridley has
what it takes

to make it through
the FTO program?

- I think Officer Ridley
shows a lot of potential.

- Very diplomatic.

Now I need your honest opinion.

- I think he's smart,

thoughtful, and empathetic,

but he's made
some very basic mistakes,

which I-I understand
at this stage in his training

is to be expected.

I--

I think at this point,
it's too soon to tell.

- Every rookie makes mistakes.

But we're under a microscope
right now.

So if you ever start to think
that he might be a liability,

I need you to let me know
right away.

- Yes, sir.

- All right.

- Officer Chen, I'm sorry--
- No.

You need to stop apologizing.

All right?
Get your head in the game.

Go study your Rook Book.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Hear the vigilante's
escalated to attempted murder.

Too bad he got away.

- Are you seriously here
to gloat

about how badly
my rookie screwed up?

- Of course not.

A little.

Look, being a TO is hard.

No.
Being a good TO is even harder.

First lesson I learned
is you can't let their failures

be your fault,
not at the beginning.

You have to make those failures
a teachable moment.

- Well, that's very enlightened
of you.

- Don't sound so surprised.

- How's it going
with Officer Texas?

- So far, so good.

Still got half a shift left.

- Mm.

[Tim sighs]

- Why were you trying
to leave the scene

before the ambulance arrived?

- I promised my grandma
I'd take her to church.

- And you were gonna take her

with a bullet in your shoulder?

- She hates missing the homily.

- Well, you have
been very unhelpful.

- I'm a Devil, baby.
Devils take it to the grave.

- Wow.
What a motto.

- You'd think with
there being so many cops

in the neighborhood,
The Watcher would have picked

a different day to escalate
to attempted murder.

- Yeah, but it wasn't
just an escalation.

This was a completely
different MO.

I mean, everyone
else was stopped

while committing a crime.

This doesn't feel like
his other missions.

This one feels personal.

- OK, so what do those other
missions have in common?

- They're almost all
single-perpetrator robberies

or assaults,
all in the neighborhood.

- And patrol's
long response times

have been giving him a chance
to get to the scenes first.

I might have an idea.

- So where exactly do you live?

Must be pretty close
to the station.

- Over on Stanley.

I can smell the tar pits
from my apartment.

Probably why
I got such a good deal.

[phone vibrating]

- Hey, what's up?

- Harper and I have a plan
to track down the vigilante.

Can you and your Boot
back us up?

- Absolutely.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- 7-Adam-100, what's your ETA

for that 4-15
in the alley off Fuller?

- Still six minutes out.

- Be advised, original RP has
called back multiple times

to report screaming
from that event.

- Copy. We'll be there
as soon as we can.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Police!
Hands up!

- Police!
- Show me your hands!

- Show me your hands!
Search him, Boot.

- Keep your hands on your head!

- I got a gun in the holster
on my right hip.

♪ ♪

- It's a 9-millimeter.

- Same as the one used
to shoot Bicho.

- Hold on, hold on.
I didn't shoot anybody.

- Thomas Forsythe, you're under
arrest for attempted murder.

- I want a lawyer.

- Get up.

- Looks like
you had a pretty eventful

Plain Clothes Day,
Officer Juarez.

- Yes, sir.

- Had a few missteps,
as did Officer Nolan.

But overall,

I'm impressed
on how you handled

some tricky calls today.

- What?

I mean, does that mean
I passed?

- Yes, you passed.

- Whoo-hoo.
[Lt. Grey chuckles]

Thank you, sir.
- You're welcome.

Now, Officer Nolan,
for a first-time TO,

not terrible,

but definitely
room for improvement.

- Yes, sir.

- All right.

That's all.
Good job.

[upbeat music]

- Explain something to us, Tom.

What makes a middle-aged guy,
a former cop, decide to start

running around his neighborhood
in a mask playing superhero?

- My client saw a need
in the community

and used his training as a
retired law enforcement officer

to lend a hand.

- I just wanted to make
my neighborhood safer.

- By shooting gangbangers?

- I told you, that wasn't me.
Check my alibi.

- We are. But why carry a gun
if you didn't intend to use it?

- Come on.

You know any cops,
active or retired,

who aren't carrying
at all times?

[knock at door]

- So his alibi checks out.

- Which means
we've got a copycat.

- Whoo!
[laughs]

I wasn't sure if you wanted
to go out after your shift,

so I stashed this
in the freezer just in case.

- Let me guess, the ice cream
in there was for if I failed?

- Yes, but that doesn't mean
we can't still eat it.

- See, now we're talking.
[Lucy chuckles]

- How's it look?

- Oh, girl, it looks like

you took on a dude
twice your size and still won.

Here's to you
and being an absolute badass

and crushing
your Plain Clothes Day.

- Mm.

Mm.

[upbeat music playing]

I am quite proud of myself.

- As well you should be.

I mean, look how far you've
come in the last nine months,

how much you've grown.
- Mm.

It's crazy thinking back
to that first shift.

I was in so far over my head.

I can't believe
I didn't get washed out.

- Mm.

- How are things going
with Seth?

- Yeah,
he had a pretty crap day.

- I don't know
what the answer is.

That's why I think we need
to narrow down our action items

and put them in writing
for the captain.

Hey, there she is.

Uh, everyone,
this is my wife, Nyla.

- Hello.
- Hey.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Are you here to give us
some real answers?

Because if you're just gonna
parrot the department line,

I'm not interested.

- OK, let's just give her
a few minutes to settle in,

OK, George?

Help yourself to some
more food and wine.

I'm so sorry.

It got a little bigger
than I had planned.

- You think?
You said a few.

In what version of the
English language is this a few?

I do not appreciate
being ambushed in my own home.

- It's not an ambush.

Word got around, OK?
More people wanted to come.

What was I supposed to say?

- No. It's a complete
sentence, James.

- Where are you going?
- To change.

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

[doorbell chimes]

- Ugh, could you get it?

I used up all my steps
for the day.

- Mm, OK.

[sighs]

It's Nyla.

Hey.
Everything OK?

- Was the dinner a disaster?

- If by dinner,
you mean town hall meeting

in my living room
with 20 strangers, then yes.

- He didn't.
- Oh, he did.

- I'm sure James didn't mean
for it get that big.

He probably--

I'm gonna stop talking
and go check on the kids.

- What did you say to him
when you left?

- Oh, uh, nothing, 'cause
I climbed out the window.

I am not proud of it.

- Why not?

I'd be proud of myself for
not burning the house down.

[phone vibrating]

- It's James.

- Tell James
we're doing a spouse swap.

I get you.
He can have Wesley.

- [chuckles] That would solve
a lot of problems.

- You know it's illegal

to live in a vehicle
parked on the street?

- Sweet suffering lord,
you scared the crap out of me.

- Exactly.
You're completely exposed.

Not to mention
it's against the law,

which you're sworn to uphold.

- Of course.

But I can't afford
to rent a place right now.

All right?
I've got some debts to repay.

- That doesn't make it better.

Officers in financial trouble
are much easier to corrupt.

What if someone steals
your vehicle or breaks into it

and steals your service weapon
or police equipment?

You'd be terminated
on the spot,

which is exactly what
I should do right now.

- No, wait, don't.
Don't do that.

Please, I--I--

I need this.

[tense somber music]

I screwed up.

All right?

I played football in college
and I thought I was going pro.

So I spent some money
before I technically had it.

And--
- You blew out your knee

jumping off the roof
at a frat party like an idiot.

Which is a tragedy,
because you were destined to be

one hell of a running back.

Well, all that's in the past.

And right now,
I'm giving you 24 hours

to find yourself
a legal place to live.

Otherwise, you're gonna
have to find yourself

a third career to screw up.

♪ ♪

[indistinct PA announcement]

- Mr. Fields?

I'm--
- I remember.

Hard to forget
the worst moment of your life.

- So, um, how's Chelsea?

- 10 hours in surgery.

And they say she's--

she's gonna need another one
in a couple of days.

Her parents will be here
by then.

[sighs]

Hey, tell me, how do families
survive something like this?

I mean, how--

how am I supposed to?

- Well, it isn't easy.

But it is possible.
It just takes time.

- Well,

I don't think
I have enough years left in me.

I mean, even if Chelsea
and my daughter

find it in themselves
to forgive me,

I'll never forgive myself.

- OK.
It was an accident.

- I don't understand.

When did I get so afraid?

You know, I was--

I was the man that
people called in a crisis.

Suddenly my daughter talks
to me like I'm a--a child.

You shouldn't do that.

You know,
did you remember to do this?

She begged me
to give that gun up.

She said she would pay
for a better security--

a better security system.

And I told her no.

I said no.

Come on.
I can take care of myself.

'Cause, you know, giving up
the gun was admitting defeat.

It was like...

acknowledging that
you're not the man

that you thought you were.

And that terrified me.

You know?

Now her little girl's in there
fighting for her life

'cause I was too proud
to accept my own limitations.

I was too scared

of looking feeble.

And then, all that fear.

The second that I saw
Chelsea laying on that floor,

I realized that
I didn't know what fear was.

I--I had no idea.

♪ ♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Hey, I, uh,
got the shop all set up.

I came in early to top it off
with some gas.

I put some air in the tires.

And I even got you a coffee.

- Thank you.

You know that doesn't
wipe the slate clean

from yesterday's mistakes, right?

- Yes, ma'am.

Um, but actually, I wanted
to talk to you about that.

The reason I came
in late yesterday

and, uh, why I took
my eye off the ball

with the vigilante, um...

four years ago,
I was diagnosed with cancer.

And it was aggressive,
and my odds weren't very good.

But I did--
I did beat it.

But a week ago, I went in

to get some routine
blood work done,

and my results came back
as irregular.

- I'm sorry.

That sounds
incredibly stressful.

Seth, you know, I'm--

I'm the one that's responsible
for your safety on the job.

And you--you really
should have told me.

- I know, I know.
It's just...

people treat you different when
they know that you're sick.

- Yeah.

- But there's no excuses.

You're right.
And I should have told you.

- Well, when do you
get the results back?

- Soon, I hope.

But--[sighs]

It feels like forever.

- Mm.

Yeah, there's nothing we can
do about that now, right?

What do you say we focus

on other people's problems
for today?

- I'd love that.
[Lucy chuckles]

- We have a lead
on the copycat vigilante.

Midnight shift
caught a homicide,

a kid from the same gang as
our shooting victim yesterday.

- And witnesses saw The Watcher
running from the scene.

We dug in and found
that both victims

were persons of interest in the
murder of an 18-year-old girl,

Sienna Sanchez,
shot to death six months ago.

- But the DA's office
couldn't convince anyone

to testify against the gang,
and so the case fell apart.

- So are you thinking

someone from Sienna's family
is out for vengeance?

- It makes sense.

Apparently,
our two victims

bragged openly
about the murder.

- We made a list
of all her family and friends

that need to have
their alibis checked.

We were hoping patrol would
help us knock those out.

- Of course.
Whatever you need.

- The mother's gonna need
someone with a soft touch.

- I'll send Nolan and Juarez.
They'll be sensitive.

- Perfect.

- Imelda Sanchez, 47, widow.

- Any other kids?
- No, just Sienna.

And to lose her husband
and her child

within a few years, I mean,
that'll break her heart.

[notifications chime]

And hardened hers.

Lopez just matched Imelda's car
to a traffic cam footage

leaving the area
of both shootings.

She's our copycat.

- Remember, sympathetic or not,

she's our murder suspect,
considered armed and dangerous.

- Copy that.

[tense music]

- Looks like
the 6th Street Devils

have figured out Imelda
is the killer, too.

♪ ♪

Patrol, 7-Adam-15,

I have at least four armed men
outside 2202 Norton.

No sign of Imelda Sanchez, homeowner.

I'm assuming more
armed suspects inside.

Requesting backup and airship,
Code-3.

- Copy Adam-15, backup
and airship are en route.

- What about Imelda?

- Let's go see what we can see.

♪ ♪

Control, be advised,
7-Adam-15 is Code-6,

approaching the Sanchez
residence from the rear.

Advise responding units
to possible blue on blue.

♪ ♪

- Ah!

- Shut up!
- Get off of me!

- Let her go!
- They killed my daughter!

- Back away.

[gunfire]

Get behind the fridge.

[gunfire]

[sirens wailing distantly]

- 7-Adam-100,
shots fired at our location.

[automatic gunfire]

[dramatic music]

[gunfire]

♪ ♪

- 7-Adam-15, we're under fire
in the foot alley

on the east side
of the detached garage.

- Damn.

♪ ♪

- Hey, what's your position on
the liberal use of flash-bangs?

- Do it.

♪ ♪

[gunfire continuing]

Chen, we're gonna
flash-bang 'em.

Be ready.

- They're low on ammo.
Just wait for the reload.

- Copy.

[gunfire]

♪ ♪

Now.

[flash-bangs exploding]

[siren wailing]

- [coughing]

- Let's go.

♪ ♪

- Not a bad hit
for a running back.

- Jan, take him.

- Let's go.

- Nolan, we're coming up
behind them.

- Copy that.
We're in the foot alley.

We have four shooters posted up
behind the Honda.

6th Street Devils, you are
surrounded and outgunned.

You have five seconds
to lay down your guns.

Get on the ground,
arms and legs spread.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Come on.

♪ ♪

Get down.

You, down.

Secure Imelda.

- Drop the gun!
Do it right now!

Drop it!

- Imelda, drop the gun.

Look around.

There's no chance of you
walking out of this alive

unless you do what I say.

- I don't care.

They killed my daughter.

They deserve to die,
every last one of them.

- Maybe.

But if you don't let them go,

I will be forced to end
your life in order to save his.

Does that sound like justice
to you?

- I want to die.

- But I don't want
to kill a grieving mother

for avenging
her daughter's murder.

[whispering] Please.

[helicopter whirring overhead]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

On your knees.

♪ ♪

[handcuffs clicking]

- Three days in.
How you feeling?

- Uh, like an imposter.

But there have been
a few moments where

I felt like
I was making a difference.

That has made all those
other times worth it.

What about you?

- It doesn't really matter
at this point,

unless one of y'all have a room
I can rent out for cheap.

- No.
- Sorry.

- No worries.

Well, it was great working
with y'all, no matter--

no matter how briefly.

- What are you talking about?

- Well, Tim's bouncing me.

He found out
I was living in my car

and gave me 24 hours
to find a legal residence,

which will be up
in a few hours.

- So find something.

- Well, I can't find a place,

rent it, and move in
by tonight.

- I might have a solution.

[soft upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- [clears throat]
So...

how mad are you?

- ♪ Been feelin' defeated ♪

- Pretty mad.
- Hmm.

- How mad are you?

- Well, pretty mad.

♪ ♪

Want to just call it even?

- [chuckles softly]
I would love to, but...

I don't think we should.

- OK.

What exactly does that mean?

- ♪ Don't fall down, baby,
don't fall down ♪

- Sometimes I worry that
we got married too fast.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait, wait, wait.
What?

Nyla, we've built
a great life together.

We have a beautiful daughter.

We love each other.
- We do.

I love you, James.

But that does not change
what I do for a living.

Something I also love is in
direct conflict with your work.

- Which is equally important
to me.

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

- Then, I guess--[sighs]

We have to work at

trying to figure out
a pathway through this.

- That's what I'm saying.

♪ ♪

- But we can start tomorrow,
'cause mama's tired.

♪ ♪

- How about I run you a bath

while you kiss the kids
goodnight?

- Yeah.
That sounds good.

- ♪ Don't fall down,
baby, don't fall down ♪

- There is no way
we were that clueless.

I mean, I know we were rookies,
but we had some common sense.

- No rookie has common sense.

- [chuckles]
After my first day as a TO,

I wrote Harper
a very long apology letter

and sent her
a spa gift certificate.

- Aww. [chuckles]
- Aww.

♪ ♪

- Forget it.

You made my life hell.

Besides,
any amount of gratitude

you might have been owed
was more than paid off

while we were dating.

- Fair enough.
- Mm-hmm.

- All right.
That is it for me.

I'm gonna go home
and soak my entire body in ice.

- All right. Have a good night.
- See you tomorrow.

- Good night.
- ♪ Get right up ♪

♪ Things get tough,
keep your head up ♪

- So, uh,

your Boot handled
himself OK out there today.

- Yeah, he's, um--

yeah, we're--
we're figuring it out.

How was Texas
the rest of the day?

[phone ringing]

- About to find out.

- Oh.

- Time's up, Boot.
You find a place to live?

- Howdy.
I sure did.

Let me introduce you
to my new landlord.

- Bradford. Just welcoming
the kid to the neighborhood.

- Pass me back to my Boot.

- It's only temporary

until I bank enough money
to get my own place.

- Yeah,
that's what every guy said

when they first moved
into that lot.

All right.
I'll see you tomorrow.

You bought yourself
another shift.

♪ ♪

- Don't listen to Bradford.

This place is Shangri-La.

All the beer, barbecue,
and sports you want.

And pants are always optional.

- ♪ Things are
gonna get better ♪

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Damn it.

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