All language subtitles for The.Rookie.S07E06.1080p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta

- Previously
on "The Rookie"...

- This is my sister, Genny.
- I'm so grateful you're

willing to help out
with Dad's house.

- You know Keith Graham?
- Yeah, sure.

- He revealed that
he has recurring

intimate dreams about Angela.

- What are you doing?

- Oh, baby, I couldn't wait.

I quit my job.

I'm moving to Los Angeles.

- I'm the man hunting
your ex-husband.

- Malvado.

- If you hear of Jason's
whereabouts, let me know.

- Jason is still in LA.

[tires screech]

- I left my jacket.
- I'll grab it.

Oh, Bailey.

[gunshot]
- [grunts]

- What did you do?

- ♪ I cannot wait
until the weekend ♪

♪ Want to see you right now

- That's not something
you see every day.

- It's illegal.

- And romantic as all get out.

Son, I need you to stop
what you're doing right now.

- Don't hassle me, man.

I got to control the drip.

- Hey, right now.

- Oh, come on.

Don't be like that.

This is art, and an expression
of my deep and abiding love.

- It's vandalism.

- Come on, turn around.

Hands behind your back.

- Can--can you just hit
pause until my girl passes?

She takes this road
to work every morning.

See, there she is.

Would you film this
for me with my phone?

It's in my pocket.

For Instagram? Please?

[tires screech, horn honks]

- Are you blind?

- I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.

- Stop right there!

- Move your car!

- What the hell are you doing?

- What does it look
like I'm doing?

I'm proposing.

- What, you never
heard of a ring?

- I'll get you a ring
next payday.

- Okay.

Then next payday
you can ask me again.

- There's your answer.
Let's go.

- Okay. All right.

All right.

[laughs]
I'll marry you, you nut.

I love you.
- I love you, baby.

I'm the happiest man
in the world!

[cheers and applause]

- ♪ Whoa, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ I'm gonna win for you

♪ Like I know
you want me to do ♪

- Hey.

- I thought you were
taking the day off.

- I've been hurt
enough in life to know

that sometimes walking it off
really is the best advice.

- You didn't pull a hamstring.

You got hit by a car, which
later crashed with you in it.

- Who's the EMT here?

I'll be fine.

Don't forget to bring
your suit to the station.

- My what?

- Your blue suit
for the charity gala.

I'm meeting you there
after work, remember?

- Right.

- Should we do presents
now or later at the hotel?

- Presents?

- It's Valentine's Day.

Our first one together
as a married couple.

- Of course.
No, uh, after.

I still have to wrap mine.

- Okay.

Well, I got to go.

I love you.

- Love you.

[door clicks]

- Happy Valentine's Day.

- Not sure why you and I should
care, since we're both single.

- Because it's the perfect day
to turn the page.

I'm ready to get out there
and start dating again,

and I need your help.

- [chuckles]
Okay.

So these baked goods come
with strings attached.

- I like to think
you'd help your baby sister,

even without the sugar
and carb-a-licious bribe.

- Hmm.

I'll be the judge of that.

- Okay,
that charity gala tonight--

I want to be your plus one.

- No, you don't.

It's being organized
by my boss's wife.

It's a work event.

- Yes, but for me,
your work event means

a bevy of cute single cops
in attendance.

- [sighs]

- Come on.

Be my wingman.

- Yeah, okay.

But I want to be home, in bed,
and asleep by 11:00.

- No problem, party animal.

- Valentine's Day.

For most of the world, it means
chocolate and greeting cards.

For us, it equals
an uptick in shoplifting,

DUIs, and domestic violence.

Which brings me to an idea
the captain has proposed.

[chalk clattering]

- Turn in your ex day?

- Yes.

It's where our fine citizens
are encouraged

to snitch on the one that broke
their heart for a cash reward.

- Waste our time running
down false leads brought

to us by vengeful dumpees?

- That's correct.

And because Officer Chen's
rookie is out sick

and yours has legal training,
you two will take point.

- Yes, sir.
Happy to do it.

- Good.

It's nice to see someone
with a positive attitude.

Luna.

- Hi.

I just want to thank
everyone for supporting

tonight's Children
of the Fallen charity gala.

As a reminder,
the hotel that is hosting us

is offering a deep discount
on rooms,

if you want to turn this
evening into a staycation.

- Okay.
- Yes.

- Let's hit the streets.

Be safe out there.

- Happy to do it.

- #GrumpyCop says what?

- I'm never gonna
live this down, am I?

- Not if I can help it.

- Did you book a room
for tonight at the hotel?

- Yeah, I got one.

Yeah, we're all squared away.

- Oh.
You don't seem too excited.

- No, I am.

We got a view of the city.

- Okay.
So does your house.

- Thank you for helping
us get set up.

- Of course, ma'am.

Whew.

- Are you okay?
- Oh, yeah.

I just, uh, got
a little tweak in my back.

I must have slept wrong.

- Bad enough you're
sleeping in your car.

Now you've got your girlfriend
crammed in there, too?

- Actually, Ms. Luna
was kind enough

to get us that special
hotel rate for a full week.

But I've been sleeping
in my car for so long,

my back doesn't remember
what a bed feels like.

- Well, are you--are you--

are you looking
for an apartment?

- That's number one
on Camilla's agenda.

Sure is.

- Here are those
search warrant receipts.

- Appreciate it.

- Anytime.

Oh, and I struck out
on my plus one for tonight

so I got an extra ticket,
if either of you wants it.

- I am covered, thanks.

James and I are doing
a proper date night tonight.

We got a sitter
and booked a room.

- Girl, same.

But I'll take it
off your hands.

- Cool. Thanks.

See you later.

- Watch me get into trouble.

[phone rings]

- Hey, babe.
What's up?

- You know how you
hate it when I play

matchmaker for our friends?

- Well, only because something
inevitably goes sideways,

and then we get blamed for it

and they're not
our friends anymore.

- Well, I'm thinking
of fixing up Keith Graham.

[quirky music]

- Uh, 'kay.

What's--what's the plan?

- Well, I invite Gretchen
to the gala tonight.

She's newly single.

I introduce them
and see if they hit it off.

Terrible idea?
- Are you kidding?

That's a great idea.
I'm all for it.

- You are?
- 100%.

Just let me know if
I can help in any way.

- Um, okay. Bye.

- Bye.

[chuckles]

- He shot you down?

- No, he's all in.

Which is really not like him.

- Maybe he was touched by
the spirit of Saint Valentine.

- Everything was perfect,
but then he started to change.

He cut his hair, lost weight,
started acting secretive.

He stopped sharing
his phone location.

- Yeah, look, there's
nothing illegal about that.

- I found women's jewelry
in his desk drawer.

I think it was a trophy.

- So you think that
your ex-boyfriend

is a--is a serial killer?

- 100%.

- And you really can't
think of another reason

he might hide things from you?

- All I know is, after he left,

they found those bodies
in the Sepulveda Basin.

I think he's that killer
you're looking for.

- Okay, um, ma'am,
based off of the evidence

that you've described here,
I think it's more likely that--

- Your ex-boyfriend
was cheating on you.

- What?
- Yeah.

- Sir.

[clears throat]

[quirky music]

- Ma'am, your ex-boyfriend
is not a serial killer.

He's a gaslighter.

You're better off without him.

Take care.

- Was that so hard?

- Pure agony.
- [chuckles]

[engine revving]

- I hear we're getting
rain next week,

but I guess we need the water.

- I live on a hillside.

All rain means to me
is flooding.

[phone chimes]
- Huh?

Remember Scott Wickham?

- No.

- His dog found that--
that leg and helped

us solve the NoHo Doe case.
- Yes.

Yeah.
You went on a date with him.

- Well, I mean, yeah, several.

And I thought things were
going well, but he ghosted me.

- Oh. Is that him texting you
right now?

- Yeah. He's "checking in."

But that's kind of weird,
right?

Why check in
on Valentine's Day?

- Because that is,
as the kids like to say,

a low-key booty call.

- Should I text him back?

I'll be real casual.

I'm good.

How are you?

Oh, he's already typing again.

- 7-Adam-15,
4-15 fight in progress.

Hotel Lucerne, room 702.

- Control,
show us responding Code-3.

- Still typing.

- Juarez.
- Yes.

Head--head in the game, sir.
Yes, sir.

[sirens wailing]

Sorry.

[loud clattering]

- Police! Open up!

- Please, we need help.

- Calm down
and I'll let you go.

- [speaking Spanish]

- Break it up.
Break it up.

Come on. Easy.

- He came in and got
physical with Sally.

I'm just doing my job.

- And you are her pimp?

- Nah, dude, security.

- I'm an independent
contractor,

and this gentleman
booked an hour

of my time and conversation.

- Conversation?

- Point being,
nothing illegal happened here.

And he can have his money back
if he just goes quietly.

- [speaking Spanish]

[both speaking Spanish]

- Uh, he says his
daughter is missing.

- Wait, this is about Claudia?

- Hey.
- You know her?

- I mean, I hired her once to
do makeup for a modeling job.

Yeah, but that was
two months ago.

I haven't seen her since.

- Do you know anyone
who might have?

- No.

I'm sorry, I--

it was a one-time thing.

Please, help me.

[dramatic music]

- And when I told her
the chili tasted funny,

she said it must
be the cilantro.

But I don't think
it was the cilantro

because I've had cilantro,
and this tasted like soap.

- Well, you know,
for some people,

cilantro does taste like soap.

Maybe you've actually
never tried it.

- Look, just test the stuff.

I swear she tried to poison me.

- That the chili?

- No, that's what
I threw up afterward.

- We're done here.

[quirky music]

I mean,
thank you for coming by.

- You know, you guys
are super cute together.

Please tell me you're dating.

Someone deserves to be
happy on Valentine's Day.

- No, sir.

We're just coworkers.

- Oh.

Then you want to
go out with me?

- You are literally holding
a jar of your own vomit.

I will pass, thank you.

- You got the warrant
for Claudia Hernandez's phone?

- Yes, and it answers
a few questions

while begging a whole lot more.

- Most of her texts
were deleted.

Those will take
a minute to recover,

but we do have location info.

- In the month before
she disappeared,

she spent a lot of time at
an apartment in Century City.

- Most importantly,
the day she disappeared,

she arrived at that building
at 4:00 p.m.

and was still there
when her phone was dead

at 2:00 in the morning.

No more GPS,
no more calls or texts.

- Any idea what apartment
she was in?

- No, and there was
a couple hundred units.

If I were you, I'd start
showing her picture around.

[birds chirping]

- She looks familiar.

- Well, what apartment
was she visiting?

- I can't tell you that.
I'm sorry.

It's just they make us
sign all kinds of forms

when we start here, NDAs--

- All right, look.

This girl has been
reported missing,

and we believe she's in danger.

You could be arrested
for delaying

and obstructing
a police officer.

[tense music]

Thank you.
[elevator dings]

So are you gentlemen licensed
to carry here in Los Angeles?

- Yes. We are security.

- Security for who?

- Anton Petrovich.

- He lives in the penthouse?

- [scoffs]
Why all these questions?

- You're right.

I'll save my questions
for Mr. Petrovich.

In the meantime,
I'm going to have to secure

your weapons temporarily.

You won't like the alternative.

[tense music]

[doorbell rings]

[Dai Darogu's "Supersession"]

- What this is about?

- Mr. Petrovich,
I'm Officer Nolan.

This is Officer Juarez.

We're looking for this woman.

- I've never seen her before.
- Noted.

Now please step aside.

We're gonna search
the premises.

- This is America.

You need a warrant for that.

- Not when I have
reasonable suspicion

that this woman
is being trafficked

and that she's been
to this apartment.

In America we call that
exigent circumstances.

If you please.

- [singing in Russian]

Clear the couch.

- Clear.

- Have a seat, gentlemen.

Anyone else in the apartment?

- No.

- [sighs]

- So you see,
this girl you're looking for,

she's not here.

- Who's this?

- This is my daughter, Mila.

She was in town for a visit,
but she flew home yesterday.

- Her room's a mess,
like she left in a hurry.

- No, she's simply a slob,

and the maid hasn't been yet.

- Well, I'm gonna
need Mila's phone number.

It's possible she knows
the girl we're looking for.

- She doesn't, and I won't
have you harassing her.

If you need anything else,
you can reach out to my lawyer.

- I will.

But if you really
have nothing to hide,

you should have your
daughter call me.

- Anton Petrovich
is a very dangerous man.

He was an enforcer
in the GRU for a decade,

and he got rewarded
with oil leases

that earned him
tens of millions.

- What about his daughter?

- Mila is a rich kid cliché,
at least on social media.

Private jets
and designer everything.

- I mean, she looks
like a woman

who would hire a glam squad.

You know, maybe Claudia
was doing her makeup.

- And saw some kind of criminal
activity inside the apartment.

- And Petrovich caught her
and made her disappear.

- Mm.

Should I call Sebastian?

I promised I'd keep him posted.

- Everything we've learned
would only worry him more.

Better to wait till we have
a more positive development.

- Or a much worse one.

- [sighs]

[tense music]

- I say we call it.

It's been 15 minutes
since anyone's come by.

- Okay.

Oh, not so fast.

Hi.
- Hi.

I'm Brooke Saunders.

I'm here to turn in my ex,
Matt Wallace.

He's a loser at love,
but he's a top-notch fence.

- Do tell.

- He is moving something
really big today,

and I'm going to help you guys
catch him in the act.

- Are you sure you
want to do this?

'Cause you can't un-ring
this bell.

- Yeah.

Look, it's over between us.

I mean, he was such an ass
to me this morning.

He didn't get me
a Valentine's Day gift.

He got mad at me when
I brought it up to him.

You know, I don't care
how stressed out you are.

You don't put your drama
on someone you love.

- Matt the fence should
be here any time.

Want to take bets
on what he's moving?

I'm going with jewelry.

- That's such a boring guess.

I heard of a case recently.

Suspects got caught moving
$125,000 worth of stolen LEGOs.

People go crazy for those kits.

- That's your final answer?

LEGO?

- No.

I mean, obviously it's jewelry.

[quirky music]

- Hey, you going
to that thing tonight?

- Yeah.

Celina and I got a suite
for Galentine's.

Um, but she is bringing
that guy Scott now,

so who knows what's
gonna happen.

Are you--are you going?

- Yeah, I got tickets.
I didn't get a room.

I mean, that's just an
excuse to drink too much

and make an ass
out of themselves

in front of the bosses.
- Right.

So you're, um--
you're taking a date?

- Yeah, I'm going with--blue
van just pulled into the lot.

- Wait, what?

[tires screech]

[tense music]

- You have it?

- Safe and sound in back.

You got the cash?

Nice doing business with you.

[sirens wailing]

- Show us your hands!

- Hands in the air now!

Let's go!

[sirens wailing]

[tires screech]

- Oh, you'll want
to go easy on that, boss.

[tiger roars]

- That's not jewelry.

That's a tiger.

- What?
- Yeah.

- What kind?

Oh, my gosh.

- Look, guy wants a giant cat,
I get him a giant cat.

I don't ask questions.
I just make dreams come true.

- Yeah, you're a real saint.

- The cat is going
to a sanctuary,

and your client
is going to jail.

- So are you.
Let's go.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold up.

How'd you guys find out
about the exchange?

- We can't tell you that.
- No.

Look, I was extra
careful with this job.

I even changed the drop-off
location this morning.

Only one other person knew.

Brooke?

Man.

I mean, we had a fight.

[sniffs]

I said some stuff, but...

I was gonna apologize.

I was even going to buy her a
big-ass Valentine's Day present

with all this tiger money.

I didn't know she
was done with me.

- Look, relationships
are tough.

- What am I gonna do
without her?

- You know,
if you have any evidence

of criminality against her,

you might be able
to reduce your sentence.

- I do, but--

- But what?

She already threw
you to the lions.

Or tiger. Whatever.

You don't owe her anything.

- Don't do it.

You don't have to do this.

- Why not?
She betrayed him.

He should totally sell her out.
- Really?

- Yeah.

Or not.

Yeah, be the bigger person.

Show some kindness.

Even though you
could be leaving

a criminal on the streets.

- [sniffs]

No, I love her
too much to hurt her.

Lock me up.

[upbeat music]

- ♪ Let me take you higher

- Any update on
Claudia Hernandez?

- Well, the judge won't
give us a warrant

for Anton Petrovich's phones
without clear evidence

that Claudia was
at his penthouse.

- Right.

- But given the man's
criminal activity,

you know the FBI keeps
tabs on him 24/7,

so I reached out
to Special Agent Garza.

He agreed to put Claudia's
name on the relevance document.

- All right.
Keep me posted.

- Yes, sir.

- It's so cool of you
guys to invite me.

We should check out
the auction items, though.

I'm determined to leave here
with some kind of spa vacation.

- Uh-huh. Yeah.
Good idea.

Hey, you know what, though?

There's Detective Graham.
Let's go say hi first.

Come on.

- So, um, James tells me
that you're a tutor?

- Yes. That's how we met.

I kept coming by
the community center

to pester him about
an after-school study program.

- Anita has been
an amazing help.

- Is that so?

- Now I want to launch
a summer reading group

for the older kids.
- Right.

Because that's just what every
kid wants in the summer--

homework.

[chuckles]

- James, Nyla,
this is my husband, Teddy.

- Hey.
- Nice to meet you.

- Well, if I am gonna be
spending the next three hours

listening to people talk
about sad orphans,

I'm gonna need myself
an adult beverage.

You know what I mean?
- Mm-hmm.

- All right.
Well, I got you here.

What are my wingman
responsibilities?

- None.

I love you, but this is
gonna go much better

if I'm flying solo.

- Fine by me.

- Genny?

Hi.

You look amazing.

- So do you.

Doesn't she?

- She always does.

- Well, hi.

I'm Celina.
- Hi.

- Yeah, this is Scott.

- Hey. Hi. How you doing?
- Good.

- Well, I'm gonna go
hit on some hot cops.

- Mm.
- You interested?

- Oh.
No, thank you.

I have learned my lesson about
not dating people at work, so--

- Okay, and that's my cue
to go to the bar.

- Yeah, we're gonna go
check out the auction items.

- Okay.

- Yes.

- Am I crazy or is
there something

going on between those two?

- Oh, no, you're not crazy.

I was surprised you texted me
this morning

after you ghosted me last year.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- I'm an idiot.
- Hmm.

- I fell hard for you,
and it scared me, so I bailed.

But you deserved better,

and I would love
the chance to try again.

- I thought this
was a booty call.

- Oh, yeah.

I mean, I'm good
with that too.

- So I signed the lease on
this great place in the hills,

and then the landlord says,
"Oh, by the way,

it comes with a cat."

- Oh, no.

- [chuckles] I don't have
to do anything with her.

She just hangs in the yard.

Cut to six months later--

- Keith, does this
cat live with you?

- As soon as I let her
inside she's like,

oh, yeah, this is cool.

I think I'll stay.

She hasn't left
the house since.

- [laughs]
Oh, that's so sweet.

People usually go for dogs,

but I read
this article that said

men who prefer
the feline personality tend

to be more loving and patient.

- Well, that makes
sense since cats are

feisty and independent,
like us.

[laughter]

Wesley loves dogs.

- They're man's best friend.

Look, I'm going to get a drink.
Anybody want anything?

- Yeah, I'll have another one.
Thanks.

[upbeat music]

[glass dinging]

- Thank you all for coming
and for supporting

this wonderful charity.

Please take a look
at the auction items

and bid generously.

Every penny goes
to a very worthy cause.

[applause]

- You want another drink?

- Please.

I'm going to ask the kitchen
to make up a plate for Miles

and his girlfriend to take
back up to their room.

- [sighs]
I envy them.

- Ooh.

- Because I look forward
to being alone with you

in the room later, all right?

After this amazing event,
of course.

- Nice save.

[laughs]

- ♪ You have nothing left
after I rob you blind ♪

- Hey. Sorry I'm late.

Turns out zipping up
this dress was

a little more challenging
than I thought.

- Well, I told you,
you should take it easy today.

- I know, and you were right.

Are you happy?

Now, what are we
gonna do first,

drool over auction items
we can't afford

or binge on mini crab cakes?

- Whatever you want.

- Is everything okay?

- Sure, why?
- I don't know.

You seem a little mad.

And you did this morning too.

- I'm fine.

- How about we go get some air?

Okay.

Spill it.

- There's nothing to say.

No, you don't want to have
this conversation here.

- Okay.

Well, now I'm really worried.

What's going on with you?

- No, it's not with me.

It's with you.

[tense music]

- Where did you get this?

- From your jacket,
at the hospital.

Bailey, you're communicating
with a hit man.

How could you?

- Who's asking?

My husband or a cop?

- Oh.

[phone snaps]

Hey!

- The man who
terrorized me for years

escaped from prison,
intending to murder me,

so I sent a reckless text.

How could you not understand
what was going through my head?

- A reckless text?

That's criminal conspiracy.

Bailey, you could be
arrested for that.

- Not when the only evidence
is in a thousand pieces.

- How could you
keep this from me?

I thought we agreed
no more secrets.

- Because I was afraid
that you would judge me.

But I was hoping
that you would still

have my back no matter what.

- Bailey--
- No, I'm going home.

Alone.

[somber music]

- I had the kitchen box up
a little bit of everything.

- Oh, you are too kind,
Ms. Luna.

Camilla and I do appreciate it.

- How is the hunt
for a place to live going?

- Oh, not well.

Everything is so expensive,
and we ain't got no savings.

Honestly,
I'm not sure what to do.

She sacrificed so much for me.

I--I hate the idea
of failing her.

- Well, you're not failing her.

You are building a life
together, and that's hard.

I don't care how much money
you got in the bank.

What?

- I shouldn't say.

- You can tell me.

- It's just, we--we got
together when I was gonna be

a millionaire running back.

And she stayed with me when
I threw it all away, so I--

I owe her so much.

- But you're not in
love with her anymore.

That's hard.

But if that's how
you really feel,

then what you owe her
is the truth.

- [sniffs]

[door beeps]

Hey, honey.

- Oh, thank goodness.

I am starving.

- Any new leads on the--
on the job front?

- Well, I think I can get
a job at the local Sonic.

Well, being that
the Sweetwater location would

give me high marks.

But the closest one
is in Anaheim.

Is that nearby?

- No, it--it isn't.

- [sighs] How do y'all
live without Sonic?

God.

[chuckles]

What?

- No, nothing.

Let's eat.

- Is something going on
with Nolan and Bailey?

- I don't know. Why?

- Well, she left without him.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

[Johnny Adams'
"Your Kind of Love"]

- ♪ Your kind of love,
darling ♪

- Don't do that.

- Do what?

- Don't look at me like that.

- Would you prefer
#GrumpyCop?

- Oh, my God.

You're really good at that.

- Years of experience.

- Okay, this is the saddest
Valentine's Day party ever.

- No eligible men?

- Oh, no, a ton.

Except as soon as they find
out I'm Tim Bradford's sister,

they make an excuse and bail.

I think they're afraid of you.

So I called Rachel,
and we're gonna get a drink.

Do you want to come?

- Oh, wow, my sister and my
two exes out on the town.

What could possibly go wrong?

- No, I should pass.

I have an early shift.

And Celina and I got
a Galentine's suite, so...

- I think your Galentine's
suite is about to become

a hookup suite pretty soon.

- Oh, my God.

- I'll see you later.

- Bye.

[laughs]

- Well, I am headed out.

If anyone needs a room tonight,
they can have that one.

- Well, okay, hold on.

Is everything okay?

- Not really, no.

- [shouting in Spanish]

- What's going on?

Celina, what's this about?

- He went to the station
for an update,

and someone told him
we were all at a party.

- Tell him Claudia
is our priority.

Look, LAPD never closes.

- I'll take him back
to his hotel.

- Okay, well,
I should go with you.

- No, no, no.
My night's ruined already.

No sense in ruining yours.

Tell him I'll give him a ride.

- Sure. Right this way.

[somber music]

- [exhales]

- So are we ready to call it?

- Oh, more than ready.

Let's go up to our room and
peel off these fancy clothes.

- Oh.
- Yeah, about that--

I gave Graham our room key.

Well, he and Gretchen
were hitting it off.

They wanted somewhere
to hang out.

- So you gave
them my hotel bed?

They're single people
who live alone.

They can go anywhere.

- Uh, you wanted
them to hook up.

I was simply being
a good partner in crime.

- He has got you there.

- Mm-hmm.

Come on.

- [chuckles]

[glass shatters]

- I don't want to go home.

I'm not finished
with my drink, Anita.

- I know,
but you said you were--

- Is there a problem here?

[upbeat music]

- Ain't no problem.

Why don't you mind
your damn business?

- Oh, sir, you have
had so much to drink.

You're in a room full of cops.

- So?
- So bring it down a notch.

- Why don't you bring
it down a notch, huh?

- Teddy!

[glass shatters]

- I don't--
- Oh, my God!

Teddy, no!

- [grunting]

[tense music]

- Call dispatch.

And get a unit over here
to take him in.

- Oh, wow.

- They can cite him on
a 6-47-F when he's sobered up.

- Anita, you better
go straight home.

And when I call,
you better answer.

[grunts]

- I am so sorry.

He gets angry when he drinks.

He doesn't mean it.
- Okay.

Well, he just attacked a cop,
so he's going to have

to sleep it off in custody.

You can pick him up
in the morning.

- Yeah.

- Listen, we will walk you out.
Come on.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I'll be fine.
- Hold on.

You've got a cut
on the back of your neck.

- I'll send a first aid kit
up to your room.

What's the number?

- Uh, it's 503.

- I'll come up and help you.

- I'll manage.
- What? No.

It's on the back
of your neck.

You can't even see it.

[door beeps]

Okay.

Take your shirt off so
I can see if the glass

cut you anywhere else.

- [groans]

Ooh.

- You okay, tough guy?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- All right,
what's the prognosis?

Am I gonna live?

- Unfortunately, yes.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

We shouldn't.

[Ethel's "Passing Ships"]

- I know.

- ♪ Fast like a comet

♪ I could leave soon

♪ When there's no time

♪ To lose

♪ Don't pass me by

♪ Don't you

[birds chirping]

- I'm awake.

- Right.

Of course you are.

Up at 5:00, like a rooster.

I remember.

- [sighs]

So you want to talk now
or order coffee first?

- Do we need to talk?

I mean, this just feels like
a classic case

of Valentine's Day
ex-sex, right?

- Yeah.

Yeah, totally.

Just a singular moment in time,

aided by alcohol
and shirtless triage.

- Right.

Yeah, and now it's
in our rearview,

and we can go back to normal.

- Great.

- Great.

Okay, well, I am gonna
finish getting ready

in my own room.

Hopefully Scott has
already cleared out, so...

okay.
[clears throat]

- Uh, Lucy.

[light music]

I'll see you at the station.

- See you at the station.

- [exhales]
That guest room is arctic.

Why has no one told me?

Bailey.

Bailey, we really need to talk.

- I have nothing to add
to what I said last night.

When you're ready to apologize,

I'll listen.
[knock at door]

- You know, the fact
that you are mad at me

kind of blows my mind.

- The fact that
you are judging me

instead of empathizing
is blowing mine.

- Tech found Claudia's
deleted texts last night,

and the ones with
Anton Petrovich's daughter

are very enlightening.

- Got to go.

- I--I'm sorry.

Am I interrupting something?

- Yeah, but go ahead.

- Mila is basically
a bird in a gilded cage.

She has no license, no friends,
or any freedom at all.

She tried to run away
back in 2020,

but when her father caught her,
he had her committed

to a Russian insane asylum
for ten months.

- So Claudia saw
how she was being treated

and tried to help her?

- It's more than that.

They're in love.

Yeah, Claudia deleted her
texts and turned off her phone,

because she and Mila were
gonna run away,

but they were terrified Mila's
father would come after them.

- So it's possible
Claudia is still alive.

[phone buzzes]

John Nolan.
- Officer Nolan,

it's Brett, the doorman
from yesterday.

Mr. Petrovich's guys
just brought in

his daughter and the girl
you were looking for.

They were all beat up.

[dramatic music]

[radio chatter]

- 7-Adam-100.

I need an RA for a male victim
with a head injury.

- What happened?

- This guy came in yelling at
me in Spanish about Claudia.

He hit me with a crowbar
when I told him

I couldn't let him upstairs.

- Claudia's father.
- How long ago?

- Less than a minute.

[doorbell rings]

- [shouts]

Claudia!

- Papa!

[dramatic music]

No!

[gunshot]

- [yelling]

- [screaming]

[gunshots]

- [grunting]

- [screams]

- [grunts]

- [grunting, panting]

- Hey.

- 7-Adam-100.

Shots fired, two down.
Code-4.

Send additional RAs.

- Is he gonna be all right?

- Yeah, it looks like a clean
shot through and through.

Ambulance is on the way.

- He's not going to get in
trouble for this, is he?

- No, no.

Given the circumstances, no.

- They're getting married.

- Oh.

- It's like a happy ending,
like a storybook.

- Yeah, but in the storybooks
there's a lot less blood.

[light music]

- Things all squared away
at the hospital?

- Uh, yep.

Sebastian's surgery went well.

Claudia has barely
left his side.

She feels guilty for texting
him and asking him for help.

[phone chiming]
But he should be discharged

in a day or so.

How did the debrief
go with Mila?

- Well, the feds swooped in.

She told them where the
figurative bodies were buried,

and a few literal ones.

By the time she was done,
Garza could not quit smiling.

- Mm.

- He promised her she'd
never have to worry

about her father again.

[phone chiming]

Do you need to get that?

- No, it's--it's Scott.

I told him I'm working,
but he won't quit texting me.

- Oh.
So your simple booty call

has turned complicated.

- I might have
to ghost the guy.

Speaking of ghosts--

- How are things with my wife?

- No.

- The answer is,
I have no idea.

- Are you ready to go?

- Almost.

- So Graham and Gretchen
really hit it off.

She's posted, like,
nine pictures with him

from last night.

- Why do you care so much?

- You know, I don't.

- He's figured it out.

- Wait, figured what out?

- That Graham has
a crush on me.

- Wait, what?

If you knew, why didn't
you shut him down?

- Because he does
her scut work.

- He's eager to please,
so yes,

sometimes I use it
to my advantage.

This morning he organized
my search warrant receipts.

- Mm. I wish I had
a work husband.

- Well, now he's with Gretchen
and I've lost my helper,

so I can't go home
until I've updated

my own case status reports.

- Well, I'm going
with "worth it."

[Ocie Elliott's
"The Less We Know"]

[door beeps]

- Hey.

Hey, you know we don't have
to check out till the morning.

- Yeah, I know.

But, um--

I'm leaving tonight.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What?

- Come on, Miles.

I'm not stupid.

I've never seen you as
serious about anything

as you are about this job.

- Except you.

- Including me.

Being a cop,

being out here in LA,

this is your dream, not mine.

And I could tell
from the second

that I saw you at the station,
I didn't fit in.

- ♪ The storms upon me

- You're right.

Football came too easy.

I took it for granted.

I threw it all away 'cause
I didn't respect it.

But this--

I didn't realize how important
this job was

until I started it,

until I started working
with people who cared

about it in such a way
I didn't care about nothing

before in my life.

I just hate that
I'm breaking your heart

after you sacrificed
so much for me.

- It wasn't a sacrifice.

But over the last six months,
while you've been here,

I've been thinking a lot.

And I don't want
to leave Texas,

leave my friends and my family
for your dream.

I deserve my own.

- Yes.

You do.

I do love you, Camilla.

- I love you too, Miles.

[sniffles]

- ♪ Are we faking out

[elevator dings]

♪ Just trying
to get through ♪

♪ And we're drinking now

♪ To not be blue

- I'm not sorry
about last night.

- Oh, me neither.

- But it can never
happen again.

- I know.

- For a million reasons.

- I mean, I'm in your
chain of command, for one.

- Exactly.

- Plus, I'm #GrumpyCop.

- Yeah, that too.

- Wasn't grumpy last night.

- No, you definitely were not.

[elevator dings]

- ♪ The less we know

♪ The less we know

♪ Are we better off
the less we know? ♪

[phone chimes]

- Hey, I'm gonna stay
at the firehouse tonight.

Maybe longer.

I don't know.

For you not to understand why,
and to judge me like that,

I just--

I don't know how we fix this.

Please fix this.

- Damn it.