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Previously on "The Rookie"...

All I feel is dirty,

listening to everybody's secrets.

How am I supposed to
work next to Angela Lopez

when all I can think about
is how much I want to...

- Let me take over this case.
- Oh, forget it.

You give us this case,

- I will take NoHo Doe.
- Deal.

I interviewed for my dream job,

- and I got it.
- That's great!

- In New York.
- Oh.

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

Let me introduce
you to my new landlord.

Don't listen to Bradford.
This place is Shangri-La.

- Jason.
- You are?

Her husband.

Did you get any
information on Jason Wyler?

Jason, my man. I
can get you out of here.

I have secured a VIP exit package.

- Where can I drop you?
- LA, baby.

What's wrong?

Oscar and Jason just
escaped from prison.

- Come in.
- Hey.

Thank you for doing this.

I know it's a bit of a weird request.

No, it's smart.

Who better to test your
security system than a cop?

Yeah, I want it all up
and running before Bailey

gets back from Germany.

If Jason hits us, it will be then.

Two tickets to the
Lakers, as promised.

Thank you.

Bet you're reconsidering
buying a house made of windows.

Uh, yeah, definitely.

But, I have made this place a fortress.

Shatterproof glass on all the windows,

alarm system hardwired
with built-in redundancies.

I even put motion
sensors on the hillside.

Matter of fact, I am so confident

that my home is impenetrable
that I am going to take a nap

while you fail to break in.

Sounds good.
You sleep well.

Oh, I will.

System armed.

Okay.

How did... how... how...

How?

That'll cost you two
more Lakers tickets.

I know she's married,

but, I can't get Angela
Lopez out of my head.

She's the total package.

- And the way she works a case...
- What are you listening to?

And why aren't you helping me

get the kids ready?

Nothing, just work stuff,

which you can't hear.

- Why do you look upset?
- I'm not.

I am, a little bit.

Just the Blair tapes.

- I thought you were done with those.
- I am.

I mean, still following up

on some of the open corruption cases.

- It's no big deal.
- Seems like a big deal.

Now, can you help me
get these kids out the door?

We got to go.

So how was the first
night at Shangri-La?

If communal living with
a bunch of middle-aged,

mostly divorced cops

in a parking lot is Shangri-La,

then I'd hate
to see what heaven looks like.

Morning.

- Howdy.
- What's going on?

Hey, you, uh, asked me to
keep an ear to the ground

- about Jason and the Southern Front?
- Yeah.

Yeah, Graham caught a
double homicide early this morning.

Our suspect in custody
used to roll with the Front.

But the rumor is he was tight
with Jason back in the day,

before the falling-out.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

- I owe you.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, I'm partial to Lakers tickets.

Did you talk to Tim?

You talked to Tim.

Bradford, Chen, my office now.

- What did you do?
- Me? Nothing.

What did you do?
You're the troublemaker.

I'd argue, but given
my recent history,

it's a fair assumption.

It's come to my attention that you two

are betting on your rookies.

- Sir, I...
- It's my fault.

- Don't do that.
- Do what?

Jump on the grenade. I
don't need you to protect me.

I wasn't implying
you did. I'm just...

I'm sorry to interrupt,
but can we circle back

to me yelling at you?

Yes, sir.
Sorry.

The City of Los Angeles has invested

a quarter million dollars
of taxpayer money

in each of these rookies.

So they're not here
for sport,

or to scratch whatever
weird itch you both have.

- Sir, I...
- You're right.

That was unnecessary.

To be clear, we didn't
put any money on it.

Which is not the point.

This ends today.

And to make sure, I'm
swapping your rookies.

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Now go.

Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry I
got you into trouble.

It's just... I'm not
trying to be noble,

but the bet was my idea.

True, but I accepted.

Hey, you know, um...

Grey said that the competition ended,

but he didn't say what time.

And with the rookie
swap, this gives us

the perfect opportunity to
check each other's methods.

So you're saying we
have a little wiggle room?

One last shift to declare a winner?

I'm not saying anything...

- out loud.
- Hmm.

Hmm.

Yes.
Got to go.

Hey, shop's all set up.
Rolling out?

Uh, in a few.
I got something I need to do first.

Okay.

- By myself.
- Oh, okay, sure.

Hey, Kate.

Um, what cell is the
double homicide in?

3, riding solo.

Graham wanted me to keep him isolated.

I need to talk to
him about something.

- What's his name?
- Um, Daniel Goodwin.

- Thanks.
- Should I let Graham know?

Uh, no.
I'll fill him in later.

Daniel Goodwin.

What?

I hear you used to
hang out with Jason Wyler.

- No comment.
- I don't need a comment.

I just need an address, or,

the name of someone who knows it.

And I need a couple
witnesses silenced

so I don't spend the next
30 years in Pelican Bay.

- You gonna do that for me?
- No.

But this is very personal for me.

Jason's escape puts
my wife's life in danger.

Now, if you give me something,
I'll talk to the DA. Maybe...

What the hell are you
doing talking to my suspect?

No. No, I'm not...

I'm not trying to step on your toes.

He asked for a lawyer.

That means we can't talk
to him until he has one.

He might know where
Jason Wyler is, Bailey's ex.

I need that guy back in
prison before she comes home.

I feel for you, but Dan Goodwin

killed two teenagers
in cold blood last night.

I won't let you do anything
to jeopardize his conviction.

You come anywhere near him again,

and you're looking at
a Letter of Reprimand.

- Understood?
- No, I... of course.

Of course.

Good morning.

Okay, Officer Penn, you'll
be riding with me today.

Ridley, you will be
with Sergeant Bradford.

What's going on, guys?

Hello.

There's a very attractive woman

that's trying to get your attention.

Oh, my gosh.
Rachel.

- Surprise!
- Hi!

- Hi. Girl, you look good.
- Thank you!

She probably like country boys.

Eh, she probably likes me.

I should have worn my cowboy hat.

I'm sorry for dropping
in unannounced

and, for being MIA recently.

Okay, for the last six months.

But, the truth is,

New York kind of chewed
me up and spit me out.

I lost my job and then my apartment,

and, I was embarrassed.

I didn't want to call you up and just

- trauma dump all over your...
- What?

Exciting LA successes.

So, I booked a flight home,
and I came straight here

from the airport.

My bags are at the front desk.

- Oh, wow, okay.
- Okay, yeah.

That was a lot. I'm
going to let you talk now.

Tell me everything.

Should I be changing your
contact to Detective Lucy Chen?

- Oh.
- Are you and Tim picking out wallpaper

- and baby names yet?
- Oh, no, and no.

Um, I don't mean to
one-up your bad news,

but, uh, I did not make detective.

And... and Tim and I broke up.

Well, he broke up with me, so...

And, actually, Tamara moved out.

So that's been... yeah, I'm...

I'm the one trauma
dumping right now, aren't I?

- I'm sorry.
- No, I am sorry.

Screw him.

He's an idiot, right?

Honestly, I think
it's all for the best.

Celina is my roommate
now,

so that's been fun.

So, uh, that means
you probably don't have

an extra spare bed I could crash on

while I get my life together?

No, but I got a super-comfy couch,

and it's yours for as long

- as you need it.
- Thank you.

Hey, the rookies squared
away with the swap?

Yeah.

- Rachel.
- Hey.

- Hey, what are you doing here?
- Uh,

looks like I might
be moving back to LA.

I don't have a place yet,

but Lucy very graciously
offered me her couch.

That's great.

Here are the keys to the apartment.

Make yourself at home.
And I'll see you after shift.

You're the best, thanks.

Did you know she was coming?

No, she ghosted me.

That's her thing.

Bradford, Chen.

We have a fugitive situation
unfolding in Melrose Hill.

A burglar broke into two homes.

He assaulted the
homeowners and stole a gun.

Hollywood Division managed
to put the perimeter in place,

but I need you two to go
help set up checkpoints.

They have an ID on the suspect?

Yeah, um, Declan Granger.

Angela?

What's happening.

Guy with a similar MO
to our Larchmont burglar

has been pinned down in Melrose Hill.

Patrol's been asked
to assist in the hunt.

Great.
Don't screw this up.

I think you mean, thank
you for doing the heavy lifting.

I think I'll save the thank-you

until the cuffs are on.

Personally, I would
love a thank-you right now.

I think it's a nice
way to start the day.

- You know, thank you.
- And I would love

my parole officers to follow orders,

and get their asses on the street.

- Sir.
- All right.

- Hey, quick question.
- Sure.

Uh, Detective Graham has
a double homicide suspect

in custody that might
know where Jason is.

- What?
- Nothing, go on.

Well, he's not going
to talk without a deal.

Ah, that isn't happening.

He shot two honor students.
We're throwing the book at him.

- Well, there has to be a way.
- There isn't.

Not with him, anyway.

But, we're not the only ones
who might have sway in his life.

You need to find the right leverage.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

Juarez, we're on the move.

Where are we going?

Geological features in the text.

Drainage features...

Medians...

- Mrs. Goodwin?
- Oh.

If this is about Daniel,
I told the detective

we haven't spoken in years.

Well, it is, and it isn't.

I am not involved
with his current case,

but, I need some information from him

to help a family member,

and, I need you to get it for me.

Why on Earth would I do that?

Well, we understand you
have another son, Keith?

He's had a few run-ins with the LAPD.

Those were misunderstandings.
He's a good kid.

- He's not like his brother.
- And if there ever

happened to be any
other misunderstandings,

I would be there to
help look out for him,

within reason.

He a man of his word?

He's the best man I
know, and he'll help if he can.

What are the five conditions
to enter a private residence?

Uh, are we doing this now?

High-stakes situations
are exactly when rookies

- forget their own names.
- Okay.

I need to know that you
can focus when things get real.

Right, well, five conditions
to enter a private residence

are consent, fresh pursuit,
exigent circumstances,

pursuant to a warrant, incident to...

- Boot, I've been shot!
- Okay, I know this one.

Um, we're on Wilton and Melrose.

Nearest hospital is Saint Stephen.

- Officer Chen warned you?
- No, I don't...

You psychically knew the
answer before I even asked?

- Maybe, I think.
- What else did she say?

Never leave your
belt on a bathroom door,

keep your radio away from explosives,

and if you assign me to a
cop who seems like a slug,

- it's probably a test.
- All right, that's fine.

I just have to get more inventive.

About time.

Yeah, neighbors a little grumpy?

More than a little.

Can you guys take over here?

We need to fold in with
the house to house units.

Last sighting was 10 minutes ago,

- 12 blocks west of here.
- No problem.

- We'll set up the sawhorses.
- Yeah.

All right, help Seth
with the barriers.

- Sure thing, darlin'.
- Hold on.

Does Sergeant Bradford
let you call him "darlin'"?

Uh, no, ma'am.
Apologies.

Sometimes the Texas
just... it just slips out.

Uh-huh.

Hi.

How's it going with Seth?

Great, because you coached him.

I trained him, something

you don't seem to have done with Penn.

"Darlin'"?

- That won't happen again.
- Sure.

Penn, you're with me, darlin'.

- Ridley, hold the line!
- Copy that.

Don't move.

I told him this was a bad idea.

He's a decoy.

Hey, stop.

Seth, get in the shop.
Let's go!

Control, 7-Adam-100, Code 3 backup.

In pursuit of a burglary suspect.

Black jacket, blue jeans,
south on Victoria Avenue.

Parallel grid with 7-Adam-19.

We have barricades on
every exit to the neighborhood.

He won't be able to get out.

Should I have fired?
He's...

He's... He's armed.

- He could kill someone.
- No, look,

he wasn't an
immediate threat, okay?

It's a complicated question.

We can dig into it after we
get the suspect into custody.

Kill the sirens.

You guys hear a motorcycle engine?

No.

So either he's gotten far
enough away from us, or he...

- Ditched the bike.
- There he is.

- Stop!
- Foot pursuit.

Suspect headed
northbound through the park

toward Victoria Avenue.

LAPD!
Stop!

Oh, my God! Help!

Hey, police!
Stay where you are!

Hey, you stay where you are.

Come on, this way.
This way. This way.

Penn, Ridley, do not
enter that residence!

- Hold the perimeter!
- He's got a gun!

Stay back, or she's dead!

What now?

- Tell me.
- Granger took a hostage,

dragged her into the house.

And our rookies went
in after him...

Side gate.

So, instead of one victim
to save, now we got three.

We need to get them out of that house.

I tried stopping them from going in.

- And they didn't listen?
- It all happened so fast.

If we radio, we risk
giving away their position.

Then send them a damn text.

Ah! You're hurting me.

Quiet.

We just
got orders to stand down.

Metro should be here soon.

Oh, they won't come in

until they get a better
sense of the situation,

and by then, she could be dead.

But, we have orders.

You got a text, which you never saw

because you were saving the day.

I am not comfortable with that.

All right, all right, all right.

Well, then, uh, let...

Let's split the difference.

We'll go take a peek,
and then you can text back

- with a situation report.
- Okay, I like that.

It's like, um, we're
doing recon for Metro.

Unless an opportunity
to intervene arises.

And why do I think
that it's going to arise?

Because the good Lord loves me.

What about me?

Does He love me?

Or am I going to go get
shot because you think

you have divine protection?

Which answer gets
you out of this kitchen?

- Is anyone else in the house?
- No.

- Answer me truthfully.
- No, it's just me.

- Let me go.
- Come on.

What's the plan?

I'm gonna sneak in

and jump him when he's not looking.

That's a terrible plan.

You got a better one?

Yes.
Yes, I do.

- Please don't hurt me.
- Shut up!

I got to think.

Mom?

You said you were alone.

I didn't
want you to hurt him.

Mom, do we have any brownies left?

Tell him to come in here.

Honey...

Come see me in the living room.

I-I'm kind of busy right now.

Mom, why are all
these cop cars outside?

Don't move.

Drop it!
Drop it!

You're under arrest.

- Interlock your fingers.
- Oh, my God.

I can't believe it actually worked.

- You got him, partner?
- Yeah, I got him, partner.

- You want to radio it in?
- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, right, um...

Suspect in custody, code 4.

I think I just had a stroke.

He say "code 4"?

I spoke to Daniel.

He refused to help
the police with anything.

But, he is a better brother than a son.

He told me to tell
you that his friends

haven't been able to find
the man you asked him about,

but they haven't given up hunting him.

They've hired an outsider...

El Malvado.

And did he say who that is?

Malvado is a myth...

the criminal equivalent
of the boogeyman.

Don't snitch, or Malvado will get you.

- He's made up.
- Who's made up?

- Malvado?
- Oh, no, he's definitely real.

Myths don't leave a trail
of bodies along the border.

Well, apparently,

Southern Front
hired him to kill Jason.

Anything that you remember about him?

Specific people he was
supposed to have killed?

I can dig through my old files,

but if Malvado is after Jason,

then he's a dead man walking,

which is good news for you.

Best thing for you
to do is step back

and let nature take its course.

Yeah, I'm not wired like that.

Justice is Jason back in prison,

not buried in an unmarked grave.

That was epic.

Did you see all the
neighbors with their phones?

- This gonna go viral.
- Oh, man, you think so?

Oh, sure will.
The way that lady hugged you?

Ooh, that's going to be the front page

of the "LA Times" tomorrow!

Hey, you think we're
gonna graduate early?

Not a chance in hell.

Do you honestly not see
what's going on right now?

- Are they talking about us?
- Yes, they are.

And that's not Grey's happy face.

Grey has a happy face?

Not the time.

But we saved that woman's life.

You disregarded your training,

and made everyone's
job ten times harder.

Forget skipping to P2.

You'll be lucky if he
doesn't bounce you today.

You're station-bound
for the rest of shift.

Doing...
Doing what?

Technically, neither
of us lost the bet.

It was a draw.

It's a loss, no matter
how you spin it.

Here I was, thinking
that helping Grey out

with a temporary TO position
was going to help my career.

Instead, it's probably just
going to be another black mark.

Look, as long as the
brass doesn't fire them,

we still have time to
turn them into good cops.

You'll walk away with a win.

What are the odds
they don't get fired?

- Slim to none.
- Yeah.

I'm just saying, it's not right.

Uh, agreed,

but
deals are the lifeblood

- of our justice system.
- Look,

I'm not talking
about plea deals,

which are mostly used
to strong-arm people

with our resources.

I am talking about violent criminals

getting sweetheart deals
so that law enforcement

can trade up to arrest
equally violent criminals

who happen to be
higher up the food chain.

- This chicken's amazing.
- Thank you.

I can't even take credit for it.

Lila made it before she went
over to her bestie's house.

Mmm.
Well, the girl has a gift.

And, again, I'm not
trying to argue with you,

but in this case, we
didn't even offer a deal,

even though the suspect
may have vital information

on the whereabouts
of an escaped convict.

An escaped convict
who is threatening

- someone we care about.
- Mm-hmm, right.

No, I know.

But, that suspect killed

two honor students
with wealthy parents.

Now, can you honestly, honestly say

that I would've played
out the same way

if the victims had come
from different circumstances?

Okay, I am pulling the
rip cord on this conversation.

Every person at this
table is very well versed

in the injustices in
the justice system,

and we are all trying to
address those inadequacies

in our own way.

Yeah, but not everyone in
the DA's office thinks like us.

Thank you so much
for letting me stay here.

Girl, don't worry about it.

I'm just...
I'm so happy to see you.

I-I missed you.

But?

But I wish you could
have confided in me

about everything you're
going through, you know?

I mean...

Would you have told me
about your breakup with Tim?

I-I don't know.

It's...
It's kind of awkward.

You dated him, too.

Wait.
You dated Tim?

Yes, a million years ago.

- Lucy set us up.
- Yeah.

And you're still friends?

- Well, yeah.
- Yeah,

I felt... I felt a
little weird about it at first,

but, um, you know, I called
her when Tim and I got together,

- and we talked it out.
- Yeah.

And, honestly, they were a
much better match anyway.

Hos before bros...
I love it.

You know, I have to say,

I am a little surprised
you guys broke up.

Yeah, you and me both.

So much happened last year.

I don't know, I...

I made all these moves
so we could be together,

and the whole thing
just blew up in my face.

But I learned a very important lesson.

I need to focus on my career.

So, no more messy station romances.

I love that.
And, you know what?

- No more Tim talk.
- Yeah.

At least not tonight.

- I'm gonna get ready for bed.
- Okay.

- Good night.
- Good night.

You wouldn't happen to
have anything of Nolan's?

Something personal?

Uh, I don't think so.
Why?

I'm worried about him.
He's spinning out over Jason.

Oh. Well, why do you
need a personal item?

- A protection spell.
- Oh. Well, okay.

He...
He probably...

He'll be fine with a
good night's sleep.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Come on.

Yeah, this is Officer John Nolan.

I need two units sent to my house

for a possible 4-5-9.

Who's out there?

Show me your hands.

Oh, my God.
Don't shoot me!

How did you get in the gate?

It was open, or I climbed over it.

I-I don't exactly remember.
I've been drinking.

I'm looking for Marnie's
house. She's my BFF.

But, you don't know where she lives?

No, I totally know where she lives.

But, did I mention I've been drinking?

Did you drive here?

No, silly.

At least I don't think so.

Who are you, again?

I am the guy whose
house you broke into.

Hi, this is John Nolan.

You can cancel that 4-5-9.

Thank you.

Uh, okay, well, I'm
feeling much more sober,

and you are clearly
stressed, so I'm going to go.

Probably a good idea.

Please don't drive.

Nolan.

- Is the station on fire?
- No.

Because that's the only reason

you should bother a man
in the middle of the night,

especially when his
day off is tomorrow.

So I'll see you in, uh... in 17 hours.

Do you even know how
many hours are in a day?

At 4:00 in the morning, no.

Smitty, Smitty, this,
this is important.

You-you were the
first officer on the scene

at the murder of Julian
Power a year ago.

Oh, yeah. Gruesome business.

- What about it?
- Well, you put in your notes

that you noticed a
late-model Cadillac sedan

leaving the area at a
suspicious rate of speed.

You even included a partial plate.

No one ever said Quigley
Smitty wasn't thorough.

Yeah, it was...

It was actually excellent
attention to detail.

Go figure, but...

Did the lead detective
follow up on that?

Nah, victim had major beef
with his ex-business partner.

They were pretty sure
he'd done the deed.

They thought the
Cadillac was unrelated.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

Uh, sleep well.

Ah!

I swear, I don't know where he is.

Ah!

You're lying.

I haven't talked to Jason in months!

Even if that were true,
it wouldn't mean anything.

There's half a dozen ways

that you could have the
knowledge that I need

- without direct contact.
- Okay, look...

Stop acting like a tough
guy, and you start talking.

Police.

Toss the gun, show me your hands.

You're going to
shoot me in the back?

If I have to.

John Nolan!

That's a pretty neat trick.
How'd you know my voice?

I do my homework.

It's how I stay alive and on target.

You got to make your
own luck in this life.

Well, it looks like your luck
hit a serious speed bump.

- Now toss the gun.
- This is stupid.

We have the same goal...

The end of Jason Wyler.

And our friend here
knows where he's at.

- No, I don't.
- Shut up!

All you have to do is leave,
and your problems go away.

I can't do that.

Morality is such a
frustrating quality.

No! Stay down!

You all right? Did it go through?

Just keep pressure right there.

Hang on.

- Phones don't work down here.
- Yeah, I'm getting that.

Is there an exit where he went?

No, it just goes deeper
in the building, boiler room.

You got to get me out of here, okay?

I need an ambulance.

Yes, I know,

but I cannot let him escape,

and I don't think you want me to.

'Cause he'll keep coming after me.

That's right. Now, what do
you know about Jason Wyler?

Nothing, dude.

I am trying to save your life...

Tell me what you know.

Fine, I heard he's shacked
up with some woman.

- I swear. That's all I know.
- All right.

You keep pressure on that, all right?

You keep pressure on it.

I'm gonna go get him before
he can circle round and get us.

If we're getting fired, someone
would have called, right?

Unless they want to do it in person,

and Sergeant Bradford

definitely seems
like that kind of guy.

Hey, if they kick me out,

I have no idea what I'm going to do.

Oh, you'll be all right.

You're not living in your car.

They kick me out, I'm
sleeping at a rest stop,

working at the Circle
K back in Sugarland.

Penn, Ridley, my office...

Now!

You put me in a difficult position.

On one hand, you screwed up massively.

On the other hand, I'm told
some hashtag is going around.

#RookieHeroes...

It's been trending since last night.

I also saw #HeroHottie.

- Which one is the hottie?
- Me.

Enough.

Sergeant Bradford,

how much do I care about the opinions

of the chronically online?

- Zero, sir.
- Correct.

But, we are dealing with an
ongoing corruption scandal

and a public-relations crisis,

and I'm told that
we can't afford to fire

two "hero cops."

- Thank you, sir.
- We won't waste a second chance, sir.

Oh, this is not a
second chance, son.

And why is that, Officer Chen?

Because a second chance
implies a clean slate.

Exactly.
You two...

Are on the edge of very thin ice.

- Am I understood?
- Yes, sir.

I'm sorry to interrupt, sir,

but I can't find Nolan anywhere.

Oh.

Sure don't build
'em like they used to.

And they sure don't
work like they used to.

Okay.

I think you're out
of bullets, Malvado!

I'm not.

But I'm curious as
to why you think I am.

You're firing a GLOCK 26.

It's an excellent weapon
for concealed carry,

but it only holds 10 rounds.

You've already fired 20.

And I don't think you're the type

to carry more than one spare magazine.

Why's that?

You take pride in
being a professional.

If it takes you more than 20 bullets,

you've failed in an epic way.

And I think you're far
too confident to think

that could ever happen to you.

Pride goeth before destruction.

And a haughty spirit before a fall.

Proverbs 16:18.

You're a religious man, John.

My mother.

She found the Bible a useful tool

in her line of work.

Now, you're going
to throw that gun out,

and you're gonna come out, slowly,

and your hands are going to be empty.

Turn around.

Hands on your head,
interlace your fingers.

You even twitch,

I will shoot you.

I'm sure you're some kind of ninja,

but I got no ego about fighting you.

So if you move, you die.
Do you understand?

Yes.

I got him.

- Uh-oh.
- Shut up.

On your knees.

Knees.

Oh, man.

Damn it.

Do you want me to go to go for help?

Nice try.

It's your only option
to save his life, John.

He's down at least two pints.

If you release the pressure,

he will bleed out.

So Nolan is not at home.

They knocked and did a visual scan,

but they couldn't get inside without

driving a shop through the wall.

No sign of forced entry,
and his truck is missing.

I'll try to get a trace on
his GPS and his phone.

So what are we thinking?

Someone attacked
him on his way to work?

According to the security logs,

Nolan came back to the
station at 3:00 in the morning

and left just before dawn.

It has to be related to Jason.

Bailey gets home next
week, and he's been obsessed

with catching him before then.

He's looking for Malvado.

Yeah, I mean, it sounds
like he's found him, right?

No, if Nolan had hit a
dead end, he would be here.

At the very least, he would
be answering his phone.

We should just
retrace his investigation.

Already on it.

All right, it looks like he accessed

his case file around 3:00 a.m.

I know who we need to talk to.

What?
It's my day off.

When's the last time
you talked to Nolan?

4:00 a.m.
He woke me up, too.

- What did he want?
- Something about a Cadillac.

Hey, uh, the trace on
Nolan's phone came up empty,

but its last ping location was
downtown off Spring Street.

Let's go.

Oh, you're welcome.

You're making a big mistake, John.

The cardinal rule of policing
is to protect the public.

How about you come over here,

you put the pressure on,

- and I'll go call for help?
- Sorry.

The only pressure I'm
going to apply is on you.

He told me where Jason is.

You come help me,

I'll help you.

You were right.
I can't let him die.

Really?

You expect me to believe
that you had a change of heart?

I expect you to
believe that this man's life

has more value than Jason's.

When push comes to
shove, I'll do the right thing.

Okay.

Easy.
Easy, easy.

We got you.

Okay, I'm going to move
you into cell phone range.

It is going to hurt,

but you are going to
die if I don't, all right?

- Hey!
- God!

We found Nolan.
Theater basement.

Call in an ambulance.

We need to get him to
the hospital right away.

Requesting RA to our location.

We have a 50-year-old
male with a gunshot wound...

I'll see you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How you doing?
- Some scratches and scrapes,

killer headache, but,

Trey is going to come
out all right, so call it a win.

- Hmm.
- Any leads on Malvado?

Mm, no, house was cleared out

when SWAT arrived, car abandoned.

You got to believe a
professional like Malvado

has go bags everywhere,

and a host of identities
to choose from.

Yeah, not surprising,
but still disappointing.

Yeah, I guess there's still a chance

he'll solve your Jason problem.

Yeah, that's just not
how I want it solved.

Yeah, of course.
Me either.

So, any, uh, big plans for tonight?

Only if you would call
taking out the alarm system

- I just put in as a big plan.
- What happened?

It's overkill.

It's insanely complicated.

I was trying so hard to
keep Jason out of my house.

In the end, I just wound up
letting him get in my head.

- Hmm.
- Bailey and I can't live in fear.

We do that, Jason's already won.

Maintaining radical
acceptance of the situation

until you get that psycho
dirtbag off the streets.

- Exactly.
- I like it.

Yeah, now I just need
to find someone to take

some gently used but very high-end

security equipment off my hands...
I'll be golden.

Hmm, oh, you think Area 51

- might be looking for an upgrade?
- I was thinking

secret Vatican archive.

Hmm.

- Think this is gonna scar?
- Ooh, yeah.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Hope you had a good first night back.

I did.
Yeah, it's, uh, nice to enter a room

and not have to take
off 17 layers of clothing.

I, um...

I actually wanted to talk to you

because I didn't want things
to be weird between us.

- I know I kind of disappeared, but I...
- No,

I-I appreciate
what you're doing,

but, honestly, you don't
owe me an explanation.

- I don't need closure.
- I do.

Look, if we're going to be
back in each other's lives,

I want us to be
honest with each other.

I know we ended with
a whimper, not a bang,

and I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch.

I was just working constantly,
and then my company downsized,

and I was just trying to
keep my head above water,

until I couldn't, and now I'm here.

But Lucy's my friend,

and, I'd like you and
me to be friends, too,

without the burden of
past-relationship baggage,

which I guess is just a
more formal way of saying,

are we cool?

- We are so cool.
- Good.

Good, okay.

Well, uh, I'm going to grab Lucy,

and we're going to go hang
out at a bar,

with music so loud,

we can't even hear ourselves think.

Oh, that sounds like a nightmare.

- You are not invited.
- Well, thank God.

Good night.

All right, have a good night.

- So...
- Hmm.

I have a question.

If it's anything more
complicated than,

where are we ordering
dinner from tonight,

I'm afraid I can't help.

Too much thinking today?

I just feel like I
need to ice my brain.

Well, you're in luck.
It's an easy one.

The Blair tape you were
listening to the other day...

I realized where I
know the voice from.

It was Graham, wasn't it?

I-I can't reveal
anything about the tapes.

- It's confidential.
- No, I know.

I don't need to know if he has
mommy issues or whatever,

but I work with him, and I trust him.

And if he's under investigation...

It's not...

You don't have to worry about that.

Okay.
Thank you.

- Mm-hmm.
- Now you can turn your brain off.

Okay.

Okay.

Options are leftovers...

Leftovers, leftovers.

Bailey! You're home early.

- I was trying to surprise you.
- I'm surprised.

My key isn't working.
It's like there's no keyhole.

Right, no, uh, that... it's, uh...

Yeah, it's biometric now.

I switched it out, and I
tried to switch it back.

And I... and I haven't...

I think I took out the thing
that changed the thing.

Just punch in your code.

It's your birthday, uh, June 28th.

You mean February 12th?

Okay, hang on. You know what?

I'm just in the middle of...

Hey, I'm so happy you're home...

- Almost home.
- Me too.

I've really missed you.

You know what?
I'm going to be honest.

If you, um, crawl up on
top of the HVAC system,

you can shimmy in the bathroom window.

Oh, great.

- I'll be right there.
- I'll meet you there.

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