The Rookie (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - The Bet - full transcript
Officer Nolan navigates his relationship with Jessica and a developing rapport with Grace while working a high-stakes criminal case involving an undercover homeland security agent; Officer Chen meddles with Officer Bradford's love...
[ Siren wailing ]
Lopez: Control 7-Adam-07.
Show us at a vehicle stop
on Olympic and Avon.
[ Vehicle doors open ]
You got this.
[ Vehicle doors close ]
Sir, driver's license
and registration, please.
Man:
What's the problem?
You were doing 50
in a school zone.
[ Faint buzzing ]
What's that sound?
My bees.
Your what?
Bees.
I'm a beekeeper.
But I don't know
if I'll be able to control them
if you give me a ticket.
Sir, threatening an officer
is a crime.
Alright,
step out of the car.
[ Loud buzzing ]
[ Tires squeal ]
[ Panting ]
[ Tires screech ]
You okay?
Yeah. You?
I sure am missing
my long sleeves.
Do we go after him?
[ Scoffs ]
Uh, all units, be on the lookout
for a blue minivan.
Look out, it's --
[ Bees buzzing ]
...full of bees!
♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
whoa, oh, oh ♪
♪ I'm gonna win for you
like I know you want me to do ♪
♪ Unh ♪
♪♪
♪ There it is ♪
Well, hello!
[ Chuckles softly ]
Well, hello to you, too.
Mm. I was talking
to the coffee.
Mm.
It's too early
for dad jokes.
I woke up this morning
with an amazing idea...
Hmm?
...for the layout
of the master closet.
Tell me what you think.
Mm.
What?
Nothing.
I-I mean, I was --
I was married for 20 years.
"Nothing" usually means
a whole lot of something.
Well, I mean...
you don't even have, like,
a-a built-in shoe rack.
Oh, well, I got, what,
two pairs of shoes?
Yeah, but I have
a lot more.
♪♪
O-Oh. Yeah.
Uh, right.
Uh, I-I mean,
obviously, yeah.
I mean, we haven't
even talked about the...
[ Laughs ] Relax!
It's fine. It's good.
I'm -- I'm -- I'm kidding.
Right.
Yeah.
I'm gonna, um --
I'm gonna get dressed.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Yeah.
♪♪
♪♪
I'm gonna lose it.
[ Muffled ]
Ah, you're back --
You forget something?
My car won't start.
Again.
You need a new one.
I need a healthier
bank account.
[ Both chuckle ]
Uh, I can get you
to work,
but you're on your own
to get home.
Why? What are you
doing tonight?
Nothing.
I mean, t-that thing.
I told you.
What thing?
At my mother's.
Remember?
The mother
I haven't met yet?
No, you definitely didn't
tell me about that.
Well, you probably had
a lot on your mind.
♪♪
Do you want to go?
Do you want me to go?
Of course.
Great!
Awesome.
♪♪
[ Door opens ]
Today is problem day.
So you know what that means.
Actually, sir,
I-I don't.
Problem spots
on your patrol route.
Locations that attract crime
like a felonious magnet.
Businesses used as a cover
for criminal activity.
No-tell motels,
massage parlors, dive bars.
Or anywhere that ex-cons gather
to plan their next adventure.
The spots you see every day
and you vow to take them down
if you have the time,
but we never have the time.
So...today we make some.
[ Whispering ]
Is there a problem,
Smitty?
Oh, no, sir.
I love
playing whack-a-mole.
[ Laughter ]
Knock down a problem spot,
it can pop back up anywhere.
But that's the job, right?
And since you're so excited
about doing it,
I think you should share
your excitement
with Officer West
out there today.
Seriously?
Seriously?
Yeah, seriously.
That means, Lopez,
you're with Nolan.
Okay.
Happy hunting out there.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Look, I know
you're probably still mad
about me
not rooming with you, but --
Don't flatter yourself,
sunshine.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
So, uh, what's
our problem spot?
You'll see
when we get there.
[ Car doors close ]
[ Seatbelt buckles ]
So...
what'd you do last night?
Gym. Dinner. Study.
Rinse, wash, repeat.
What's that
supposed to mean?
Nothing.
You know, it -- it --
it's just been a while
since the divorce.
You wanna jog behind the shop
all day, Boot?
No. No.
No, sir.
Shutting up.
[ Engine starts ]
♪♪
It's just a big step,
and it's never come up.
I wasn't prepared,
and now she's mad.
Why do relationships
have to be so complicated?
Some things, you just shouldn't
spring on someone
before they've even had
their morning coffee.
If you can't be honest
with each other, then
why even be together?
And now I'm sitting here
wondering why Wesley
Just, some things
shouldn't be rushed,
doesn't want me
to meet his mom.
and I don't know if I'm ready
to take it to that level.
Wait, what?
I thought we were
talking about my thing.
I thought we were talking
about my thing.
Wesley said he didn't want you
to meet his mom?
He actually said that?
He didn't have to.
[ Slurping ]
"Problem spots," my ass.
What is that smell?
Like sweat socks
and licorice.
This whole city's
a problem spot.
Sean John cologne
and desperation.
[ Belches ]
[ Radio chatter ]
Pull over
at that burger joint.
Seriously?
You just ate a burrito.
[ Radio chatter ]
That's the problem spot.
[ Sighs ]
[ Tires screech ]
Place has been a haven to shady
ex-cons since I was a Boot.
Ain't never gonna change.
So, what do we do?
We sit here. Wait.
For what?
End of shift.
Problem spot. Check.
So, you want us to chill here
in your rank-ass shop?
[ Chuckling ] Rookies.
Ohh.
You all think
you can change the world.
[ Slurping ]
[ Children shouting playfully
in distance ]
[ Parking brake engages ]
This is our problem spot?
What do you see?
Guy waiting for the bus.
Drug dealer.
This corner's a mecca
for upper-class dopers.
Oxy, Molly,
Benzos, Vikes --
anything a well-off suburbanite
can choke down
with a Kombucha spritzer.
And right on cue.
Gonna bust that dealer?
Buyer. Dealers are
a dime a dozen.
We want to scare
the clients away
so business takes
a big hit.
[ Engine starts ]
[ Siren wailing ]
[ Tires screech ]
Take the lead on this one.
Okay.
[ Dance music plays on stereo ]
Morning, sir.
What is the problem,
officer?
Is it illegal
to ask for directions now?
Well,
you better lock me up.
License and registration,
please.
My partner and I witnessed you
exchange money for a baggie.
Wanna show us
what you bought?
No idea
what you're talking about.
What's this?
Oops.
How'd that get there?
You work for
Councilwoman Langston?
I'm her right hand.
Sometimes her left,
if you feel me.
[ Music continues ]
Look, Officer, uh...Nolan...
you got a job to do.
I get it.
Believe me.
Nobody appreciates the boys --
and girls --
in blue more than me.
It's just, you see,
Langston --
she needed me to find her
some, uh, sleep aids.
Oh. Yeah.
Just hand over the baggie.
No big deal.
[ Dialing ]
Now you, uh, let me off
with a warning,
win yourself
some pretty powerful friends
[ Line ringing ]
down at City Hall.
Oh. Sounds like
quite an offer.
[ Click ]
Woman:
Councilwoman Langston's office.
But I'm doing okay
in the friend department.
No, no, no. No, no, no.
Uh, um --
Hello?
I'm sorry. T-The pills --
t-t-they're mine.
Hello?
P-P-Please hang up. Please?
[ Cellphone beeps ]
[ Sighs ]
I just needed something
to take the edge off.
You can't imagine
what I go through every day.
The wife, boss,
the constant pressure.
It's just --
Jump out of the car.
We're locking you up.
Come over here.
Put your hands on the car.
Yes, sir.
[ Buzzer ]
We gonna be here
a while?
Yep.
Then I need
to arrange childcare.
Yeah, sure. You get one call
once we're done processing you.
Thanks.
[ Buzzer ]
Hey. I know you're
gonna say no, but...
[ Sighs ]
...I think I can help.
With what?
Well, you know, I know how hard
it is to meet people in L.A.
It's what keeps them
in business.
Wait.
You wanna set me up?
[ Scoffs ]
Forget it.
Even if this wasn't
your dumbest idea yet,
there is no way you'd be able
to pick someone right for me.
[ Scoffs ]
Um, I bet I can.
I'm serious.
If I can fix you up
on one good date, just one,
I get to, uh --
I get to wear
short sleeves.
♪♪
Okay.
Okay.
But you're paying.
Whatever.
And if you lose,
you're gonna do 50 push-ups
after every call we take.
♪ Hey! ♪
♪ Show me something
that I never seen before ♪
[ Motorcycle engines idling ]
♪ Oh oh ♪
[ Slurping ]
Okay. New plan.
You drink your soda, and I'm
gonna go do some policing.
[ Slurps ]
[ Car door closes ]
Here they come.
Keep cool.
Morning, officers.
Smitty: Boys.
My partner here
is a newbie
who wants to learn about
problem spots in town.
So here we are.
I'm just eating.
Sure you are.
Danny Dozier.
You just did four years
in Chino.
Armed robbery, was it?
And you.
Weren't you the wheelman
for Larry Marks?
Think of this as
a lowlife employment agency.
Each of these dirtbags has
a set of illicit skills,
and they are just itching
for a chance to use 'em.
Hmm.
Last time I checked,
associating with felons was
a no-no for parolees.
Raise your hand
if you're on parole.
[ Scoffs ] Look, don't make me
run you through the system.
It'll just piss me off.
There we go.
That's more like it.
Everybody grab some wall.
Come on.
Right this way.
Speed it up.
Smitty:
What are you doing?
Just kick 'em loose
with a warning.
Tell them
not to come back.
Problem spot handled.
They break the law,
they go in.
♪♪
Go, kid.
♪♪
[ Beep ]
Foot pursuit.
White male,
gray shirt and blue jeans,
headed north on Fillmore.
♪ Looking around,
and I don't know why ♪
♪ But they held me ♪
♪ If you watch him cry and you
don't know why, then -- ♪
[ Music stops ]
[ Fence rattles ]
[ Music resumes ]
♪♪
♪♪
[ Siren wailing ]
♪♪
[ Music stops ]
[ Grunts ]
Why'd you run, huh?
Stand up.
[ Wailing stops ]
[ Fence rattles ]
Spread your feet.
♪♪
Where's the gun?
I don't got one.
I just like bullets.
That ain't a crime,
is it?
He must have dumped the gun
somewhere between here
and the burger joint.
Woman: Help!
Somebody please help me!
I need help!
Please, somebody!
Calvin, g--
Calvin!
Give me the gun, baby.
Baby, please.
Give me the gun.
[ Imitating gunfire ]
Calvin!
Hey, Calvin?
Buddy.
It's not a toy, okay?
Please put the gun down.
Calvin,
give me the gun!
Hey, buddy,
please put the gun down.
Calvin, give me the gun!
It's not a toy!
Put the gun --
[ Gunshot ]
[ Sirens wailing ]
Gunshot wound
to the upper-right chest!
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Calvin crying ]
[ Siren wailing ]
♪♪
You did this.
I didn't do nothin'.
It was your gun!
Prove it.
[ Dog barks ]
[ Chuckling ] Rachel?
Look at you!
Oh, my G--
All official!
Mm!
Mm!
You were the talk
of the reunion, you know.
I was bummed
I couldn't go.
What are you doing here?
Oh, just trying to cut through
some red tape.
But so far, my scissors
haven't been sharp enough.
Oh, problems
in Child Services?
Yeah, civil standbys.
LAPD needs
a faster response time.
I've had four go sideways
in the last month.
Mm.
Hey.
Maybe you can help me.
I-I wish I could,
but I am below
bottom of the food chain here.
It's --
Boot! Get a move on.
No lunch till you finish
those reports.
Who's that?
That is
my training officer.
I should probably go.
Hey, uh,
you're single, right?
Mm-hmm.
Would you want
to go out with him?
Uh, he's hot...
but I-I made a vow.
No more jerks.
Tim: Let's go, Boot!
[ Inhales sharply ]
Okay, so,
you don't date jerks.
But how would you like to
help me win a bet against one?
♪♪
[ Radio chatter ]
Smitty: Let's go.
We gotta take this dirtbag
back to the station,
get him processed.
You alright?
No.
I...
I should have
tackled the kid.
Taken the bullet myself.
That's a no-win situation.
Had you reacted
differently,
maybe the kid would have
shot himself instead.
Hey.
You did the right thing.
Yeah, it was--
it wasn't enough.
Hey, Jess.
It's me.
Just trying you...again.
Call me back.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Okay.
She is definitely mad at me
and ducking my calls.
What time
is dinner with Mom?
Huh?
Dinner.
Oh. Um...
At 8:00, I think.
You know,
there is no world
in which
Wesley is embarrassed by you.
If that was
what you were worried about.
It's not.
[ Buzzer ]
Park:
I'm not charging him.
You're kidding me.
Why not?
You never saw the gun
in his possession,
and his prints
weren't on it.
All you got was
a pocket full of bullets.
There's no crime
in that.
Bullets are the same caliber
as the gun.
It's a 9-millimeter.
Most common handgun there is.
He tossed the gun
while I was chasing him,
and a child picked it up.
But you didn't see it.
That kid could've
killed himself.
As it is,
his mother almost died.
The kid is traumatized.
So how in the hell
can you kick this guy loose?
It's not a case that we can win.
I'm sorry.
I have to
get back to court.
[ Buzzer ]
[ Door opens ]
Don't call her again.
When she's ready,
she'll call you.
You're right.
[ Engine revs, tires screech ]
Turn around.
What?
There's a guy back there
being chased.
[ Tires screech ]
Control 7-Adam-15, suspicious
circs on 5th and Beaudry,
requesting backup.
[ Engine revving,
tires screeching ]
♪♪
[ Tires screech ]
[ Amplified ] Back up! Back up!
Move your vehicle!
[ Siren wailing ]
Come on! Come on, damn it!
♪♪
[ Wailing continues ]
♪♪
You see them?
There.
[ Tires screech ]
♪♪
[ Radio chatter ]
Back seat clear.
Front seat clear.
So, where'd they go?
Head upstai--
[ People gasp, murmur ]
♪♪
Man: Coming through.
Out of the way!
We're over here.
What do we have?
Patient suffered
a fractured left femur,
possible internal bleeding,
and head trauma.
-BP?
-Stable.
They gave him two liters
of saline on the way over.
-Hi.
-Hey.
What happened to him?
Car accident?
No, no. He, uh, got
dropped off a footbridge.
Landed on top of a car
right in front of us.
Do you know his name?
Uh, yeah, driver's license
says he's Cesar Ojeda.
Okay. We need a CT scan.
Alert the OR.
He's jumping the line.
Not before I talk to him.
Jessica Russo. DHS.
Hey.
That's not possible.
Well, make it possible.
He's unconscious and probably
bleeding internally.
If we delay surgery,
he could die.
Is that what you want?
Nobody wants that, right?
N-No.
I -- Fine. Fine.
I just need to talk to him
as soon as he wakes up.
Of course.
Let's move.
So, who was that guy,
and why did you have to
talk to him so badly?
I can't really
tell you that.
Can't or won't?
I ran the plates
on the car that chased him.
It was reported stolen
last week.
What about
the guys inside?
They were gone by the time
backup cleared the building.
What's your interest?
[ Scoffs ]
His real name
is Alejandro Mejia.
He's undercover DHS.
He disappeared about six weeks
ago during an infiltration,
and I was alerted when you ran
his cover ID through the system.
Wow.
So, what was he into?
I-I'm not cleared
to tell you that.
So, DHS
is taking this over?
Yes, but I would really
appreciate it
if you could provide
some extra security
[ Cellphone buzzing ]
until my guys got here.
Of course.
Excuse me.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Yes, sir?
Yeah, she's definitely
mad at you.
Yes, he's, um --
he's unconscious and...
She's a social worker?
You say that
like it's equivalent
to being a serial killer.
No. Social workers
do valuable work --
coddling criminals.
Look, if you're not
even gonna try --
Hold your water, Boot.
I'm just getting
the lay of the land
on my "date."
So, where
are you taking her?
Ravenna.
That...sounds expensive.
Oh. It is.
They've got a $100 filet,
just melts in your mouth.
And their wine list -- ohh!
It's exceptional.
Well, good.
It seems like
a really romantic place.
Hmm.
What?
You're gonna have to do
so many push-ups.
[ Sighs ]
[ Chuckles ]
Anyway, this...is Rachel.
♪♪
Pretty.
Wes, where's Smitty?
Probably watching "Judge Judy"
in the break room.
Sir, was pairing us up
meant to be added punishment?
Think of it
more as a kick in the pants.
No way you're advancing
back to short sleeves
until I see the fire
back in your eyes.
You collared a guy named
Gleason Dunn earlier, right?
Yeah.
You ship him downtown yet?
No, he's, uh,
being processed out.
ADA told me to kick him.
Why?
Ballistics came back
on the gun the kid fired.
It was used in
an unsolved murder last year.
What?
They pulled a DNA sample
from the scene,
but there was no match
in the system.
Dunn's DNA isn't in the system.
We don't have it.
Well, we need
to get a sample.
[ Buzzer ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
♪♪
Excuse me.
Gleason Dunn.
Where is he?
Released.
About 10 minutes ago.
♪♪
Okay.
I'm -- I'm on my way in.
[ Chatter on P.A. ]
[ Clears throat ]
Hey.
Hey.
So, about this morning --
Oh. This is
not the right time.
Right.
Yeah.
And also, I mean,
it's not a big deal.
So we're good?
Yeah. Uh,
why wouldn't we be?
Right.
I brought Grey
up to speed.
He said he'd give you
whatever you need.
Oh, great.
Any chance
you got more clearance
to tell us about Mejia?
Yes.
He's a forensic accountant,
an expert in cryptocurrency.
We put him inside
an illegal arms operation,
where he was supposed to
target their financials
and then neutralize
their access.
By what?
Changing all their passwords?
Basically, yeah.
The downside
of digital money.
Then Mejia went silent, what'd
you say, about six weeks ago?
Mm-hmm.
So we presumed
he was either dead or --
Compromised.
No wonder
you need to talk to him.
Look, um,
I've got to go brief my boss.
DHS is gonna be mobilizing
some agents to come stand watch.
Are you good
until they arrive?
Like Grey said,
anything you need.
Hmm.
Alright, I'm gonna
take the shop.
Dispatch will arrange pickup
once you're replaced.
You're leaving?
I gotta get dressed
for dinner.
The great thing about you
being a phase three now
is I don't have to
supervise you 24-7.
So have fun
on guard duty.
Good luck
with Mommie Dearest.
I briefed my buddies
on Midnight shift about Gleason.
They'll get him.
You know,
it's not too late.
For what?
Scale of 1 to 10,
how sure are you
the gun belonged
to Gleason?
10.
Then maybe you need to revise
your statement to the ADA.
You're a rookie whose vision
got blurry in the fog of war,
but now you're clear,
and you did see him
toss the weapon.
Write it up like that,
and I'll back you.
♪♪
I'd be lying.
Kid, you're in the honeymoon
period of being a cop.
Full of piss
and righteous vinegar.
But it's not
a black-and-white world.
Never has been.
Look,
right and wrong matter.
Otherwise, why bother
pinning on the badge?
It's not about
right and wrong.
It's about getting the bad guys
off the street.
How you gonna feel
if we can't pin Gleason down
and he hurts more people?
Or worse.
It can't be worse
than today.
Oh, it can always
get worse.
[ Cellphone buzzing ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Yeah?
Okay, thanks.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
The mom died
on the operating table.
I'm sorry.
[ Footsteps depart ]
Lucy: Yes!
I'm so glad
she wore that dress.
She didn't want to look
too sexy,
but, uh, Mama needs to get
into some short sleeves.
Yo.
Where did you go?
Sorry. Uh...
I can't stop thinking
about my guy.
He killed someone,
and I just let him walk.
Dude, you did
what the ADA told you to do,
and now you're trying
to fix it.
Night shift
is on the hunt.
Yeah.
Head in the game.
Let's go.
[ Sighs ]
This is so weird.
Uh-huh.
Yep, yep, yep.
♪♪
So, you've, uh --
you've known Chen since --
I mean,
Lucy since college?
Yeah, we were
in psych class together.
Hmm.
Bet she hasn't changed
a bit.
No. Always playing
matchmaker.
Well, this is
my favorite place.
Best filet in town.
Oh, I don't eat red meat.
Sea bass is great, too.
[ Chuckles ]
Nothing that had a face.
I'm on a raw-food diet,
actually.
You know,
reduce my imprint.
♪ This is roller coaster love ♪
♪ Leave you breathless
every time ♪
Lucy: Oh, wait.
What happened?
They stopped talking.
Jackson: This is like watching
a nature documentary.
You're just waiting
for the gazelle to get
eaten by the jaguar.
[ Scoffs ]
Oh, my God.
I'm gonna lose this bet.
Pbht.
Look,
you seem nice and all,
so I probably should just
tell you the truth.
I let Lucy set us up tonight
because she made me a bet.
And, um,
you want her to lose.
No, I want me to win.
Being here with me
isn't a win?
♪ Love me
till I say I want more ♪
Maybe a little.
Mm-hmm.
♪♪
You know what would be
a win for me?
♪♪
If you could get me...
...a direct line
to your watch commander
so I could talk to him
about civil standbys.
♪ Leave you breathless
every time ♪
♪♪
I could do that.
Really?
Yeah.
And what would you want
in return?
♪ Who could it be? ♪
♪♪
I'm gonna be
in long sleeves forever.
♪♪
[ Mejia exhales ]
Where am I?
You're in the hospital,
Mr. Mejia.
You just
underwent surgery.
You know my name?
Yes, I do.
I'm working with DHS --
Jessica Russo.
She told us about
your undercover op.
Looks like you have
quite a tale to tell.
I need to get outta here.
Not just yet.
You've been through
a great deal.
Um, the men
who were chasing you --
can you ID them?
No.
Why did they throw you
off the bridge?
They didn't.
I jumped.
Why?
Seemed necessary
at the time.
Were they trying
to kill you?
Worse.
What do you mean by that?
[ Exhales deeply ]
Mr. Mejia?
Come on. We got to
get to my mom's party.
No.
Not until you admit
you never mentioned
this thing with your mom before.
I-I thought I did.
Okay, fine. I didn't.
I knew it.
You didn't want her to meet me.
Angela.
Is it because I'm...
spirited?
No.
You got us a chess clock
to mediate our arguments.
I know, but that's not
what this --
And I can be a little feral
when I eat sometimes, but --
Angela.
This wasn't about you.
What does that mean?
[ Sighs ]
Look, I have to
tell you something...
but I don't want you
to freak out.
[ Indistinct conversations,
laughter in distance ]
You're rich.
Well, wealth is relative.
Yeah. Super rich.
Oh, look who decided
to grace us with his presence.
Hello, darling.
[ Smooches ]
Hello, my dear!
Hi.
Oh, it's so nice
to finally meet you.
You are simply stunning.
Thank you.
You are, too, Mrs. Evers.
And -- And this
beautiful house.
Come on.
Let's get you a drink.
♪ It feels like flying ♪
♪♪
So, what made you decide
to become a police officer?
Well, I love my city
and wanted to give back.
Mm.
Getting to kick ass
helped, too.
[ Laughs ]
Well, I, for one,
thank you for your service.
You know, you put 'em in jail,
and my son tries to get 'em out.
Mother.
Why do you keep
calling me "Mother,"
like -- like this is
"Downton Abbey"?
Insufferable, isn't he?
Definitely,
but he's cute.
You know,
his grandfather founded
the biggest law firm
in Beverly Hills,
but Wesley insists
on working pro bono,
over a restaurant
that serves $5.99 buffets.
Mother.
Mom.
Well, I just want to give you
a helping hand
from time to time,
but you slap it away.
Well,
I do fine on my own.
But you could do
so much more.
Okay, can we not talk about this
right now, in front of Angela?
But you're living together.
She's family.
And, you know,
there's never really a good time
to talk with you.
I-I know you want
to do it all on your own
and not touch
your trust fund --
Trust fund?
...but the fact that you seem
mad at me about it,
that is just messed up.
[ Chuckles ]
How's your wine?
Amazing.
Yeah, I picked it up
at a spa retreat in Tuscany.
I'm going again in March.
[ Gasps ]
You should come.
Wesley,
you two should come.
100% yes.
Yes.
Mm. You know what?
I'm gonna
take an Uber home.
[ Keys clatter ]
The two of you,
just...
enjoy each other.
[ Sighs ]
Come on, Wesley.
Always with the drama.
I should go after him.
Oh, nonsense.
He's a grown man.
Besides, I want you
to taste the stew.
It's my own recipe.
It does smell good.
Mm-hmm.
Hi.
I'm here to transfer
the patient to the ICU
for some serial exams,
check for any internal bleeding.
Sure.
Uh, do you mind if I...?
Sure.
Susan Taylor. How long
have you worked here, Susan?
A lot of fives.
Five months in the ICU,
five years at the hospital,
and, uh, since 5:00
this morning --
5:30, actually --
Okay, well, I'm gonna need
to accompany you.
No problem.
Why do I do this?
Do what?
Infiltrate myself
into everything.
I'm like a virus.
You're not a virus.
Yes. I am.
Why do I care
if Tim dates?
Why do I care
why anyone does anything?
Okay, you just want
everyone to be happy.
That's a good quality.
No, you know what I want?
To get drunk.
[ Laughs ]
Let's get a butt load
of tequila,
get up on the roof
of our building,
and listen to music
from the Hollywood Bowl.
[ Cellphone rings ]
That's what I want.
Hello?
Yeah.
♪♪
Thank you
for letting me know.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
What was that?
Night shift
still hasn't found Gleason.
Bastard's still
walking around out there.
Give 'em time.
What are you doing?
Getting my car.
I'm going for a ride.
Going for a ride up the PCH
with a little bit of sad music
or a little off-duty action?
Okay. I'll drive.
Hey, Jess.
Oh, yeah, well, no,
he was a-awake for a minute,
and now
he's unconscious again.
They're just transferring him
to ICU.
Right. Okay.
I'll see you in a few.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
How's it going?
Good. Yeah, good.
Uh, Jessica's on her way here
to question him.
It...seems like
you know her pretty well.
Yeah.
Well, we're dating.
Really?
What?
Nothing.
She's j--
She's a little intense.
Oh, that's...
just "work Jessica."
Yeah, she's --
she's different at home.
Sure.
What?
Nothing. Um...
She just -- She doesn't
really seem like your type.
My type?
Never mind. You know what?
I'm gonna shut up.
People can change a lot
in 20 years.
[ Scoffs ]
W-What are you doing
outside the ICU?
Oh, uh, the nurse transferred
Mejia here from post-op.
They needed to run
some tests.
But I just --
I spoke with the surgeon.
He didn't want
to move Mejia yet.
He was gonna do the exams
in post-op.
♪♪
♪♪
I need this hospital put
on immediate lockdown!
Nobody in or out.
7-Adam-15,
207 at Shaw Memorial.
I need backup,
unknown number of suspects,
possibly armed, Code 3.
[ Buzzer ]
[ Buzzer, door opens ]
Remember me?
Smitty's rookie?
Had you dead to rights
on a parole violation?
Yeah.
What do you want?
Your boy.
Gleason Dunn.
Tell me where he is,
and these officers
might just let you go.
He's not my boy.
He destroyed a family
today,
dumped a gun
for a child to find.
Life's full of tragedy.
You want your life
to become one?
'Cause I'm hoping for a couple
more decades on the job,
years I will spend
making your life a living hell
if you don't come clean.
Is that really something
you want to sign up for?
'Cause it seems smarter to just
give the guy up and go home.
♪♪
Police!
♪♪
[ Elevator bell dinging ]
♪♪
♪♪
[ Glass shatters ]
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
[ Electricity crackling ]
♪♪
♪♪
[ Glass crunches ]
[ Electricity crackles ]
♪♪
♪♪
[ Handcuffs click ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
[ Groaning ]
[ Whirring ]
Passwords,
or I start taking off ears.
[ Groans ]
I don't -- I don't --
I don't know them
off the top of my head, man.
I got them stored
back at my place!
Nice try.
Guess I'm taking some pieces off
to get the truth.
I'm telling you the truth!
I swear! Come on!
Police!
Drop the saw!
Stand up right now,
or I will shoot you.
Do not test me.
[ Whirring continues ]
♪♪
[ Grunts ]
Okay.
Okay, you got me.
Back up. Hands behind your head.
Interlace your fingers.
No problem, officer,
but I got a bad shoulder.
Shut up.
Turn around.
[ Grunting ]
I don't know if I can...
Stay right there.
[ Gunshots ]
♪♪
[ Whirring continues ]
You see where he went?
No, I didn't see
where he went.
Can you get this damn saw
away from me?
[ Whirring stops ]
Can you walk?
I don't think so.
Stay right there.
I don't think
I have a choice.
Give me your backup.
Come on, man.
I need a weapon.
[ Grunts ]
Got it?
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
[ Gunshot ]
[ Groans ]
[ Groaning ]
You're under arrest.
[ Briston Maroney's
"Hard to Tell" plays ]
♪♪
♪♪
♪ Well, I ain't no old dog ♪
♪ But I got
a trick or two, baby ♪
♪ It ain't what I wanted ♪
♪ But I gotta
give it to ya, baby ♪
♪ You been on my mind ♪
Well done, Officer West.
♪ You don't need no textbook ♪
♪ Baby, I can teach it to you
right now ♪
♪ If you're willing to try ♪
[ Door closes ]
Hi.
I'm sorry.
Just, every time
I go to my mother's house,
I turn into this person
I don't want to be.
Why?
Your mom is great.
And don't give me the "You don't
really know her" spiel.
She has nothing but a deep
and genuine love for you.
So why do you keep
turning your back on her?
It's just all that excess.
I always hated that.
I need to make it
on my own.
[ Chuckles ]
What?
Only a rich person
would think
turning down money
is a noble idea.
[ Scoffs ]
I wore my brother's
hand-me-downs until I was 15.
My mom worked two jobs,
and so did we
once we reached high school.
So...
you think less of me?
Are you kidding?
Your mom and I already started
planning the wedding.
[ Chuckles ]
California's
a no-fault divorce state,
so if you ever felt like
doing me a solid...
Mm-hmm.
♪♪
Love your mom
while you have her.
Take that money
and do something good with it.
Like fix your car, maybe?
I was thinking more like
feed the homeless,
but I wouldn't say no
to a Porsche.
Oh, really?
Or we could just get
a chauffeur.
Come on, trust fund.
[ Laughs ]
♪♪
♪ Baby, it's just
too hard to tell ♪
Mm!
♪♪
Two hours
till we're back on shift.
It's gonna be a long day.
Think you can get
a power nap in?
Nah.
I'm just gonna
"Clockwork Orange" it.
[ Laughs ]
Hey, come on.
Gleason's behind bars.
You gotta feel good
about that, right?
Yeah.
But if I wouldn't have pushed
things with my problem spot,
if I would have just sat
in the car, like Smitty said,
or -- or let the ex-cons go
with a warning,
then Gleason wouldn't have run
and he wouldn't have --
he wouldn't have dumped
the gun, and that kid
would still have a mom.
Stop.
What happened
was not your fault.
It was Gleason's, and now he's
on the hook for two murders.
He's gonna be
locked up forever.
That's all you need
to take away from this.
You got me?
Yeah.
And don't start listening
to Smitty.
You're not
that kind of cop.
Yeah, I'm the kind who'll never
get out of long sleeves.
Mm!
Excuse me?
Sorry. Your bet.
Clearly, you won't, either.
Do you really think
Tim's gonna make me do push-ups
after every call?
You know what?
On the bright side,
when it's over, I'm gonna have
mad upper-body strength.
[ Both laugh ]
Come on.
I'll drop you off at your car.
We still got time to shower
and change before roll call.
Let's go.
[ Cellphone rings ]
How's Mejia?
They took him
back into surgery,
but, um, I think
he's gonna be okay.
And did you get a chance
to talk to him?
I got the passwords,
and we seized $22 million
in assets from the arms dealer.
And you helped take down
a pretty big operation, John.
Despite the fact
I almost screwed it up.
Well, everyone makes a mistake
now and then.
Like the one
I made yesterday with you?
Look, um...
I-I wasn't asking
to live with you.
I was, uh...
I was just
testing the waters.
And I capsized the boat.
Look, Jess...
I am still just figuring out
who I am in this new life.
It hasn't even been a year
since I got divorced,
and I got a brand-new job,
entirely new city.
The only thing
I know for sure is...
I love
spending time with you.
And a shoe rack
will add value to my home,
and if you have
any more great ideas...
[ Chuckles ]
...I'd love to hear them.
♪♪
Deal.
♪♪
I gotta go.
[ Elevator bell dings ]
Look at you, saving the world,
getting the girl.
Far cry from college,
when all you wanted
was a fake ID
and to pass organic chem.
Well,
it wasn't all I wanted.
You had your charms.
Hey, um,
I wanted to apologize
about that crack
about Agent Russo
and for assuming
that I know your taste.
I mean,
20 years is a long time.
And yet you are
exactly how I remember you.
I'm not sure if that's
a positive or a negative.
Positive, for sure.
And this has...
This has been great
seeing you again
and catching up
and being friends again.
Mm-hmm.
And I would love to go
on a double date,
meet your husband.
[ Sighs ]
I'm not really married.
Oh, I-I --
I mean, technically, I am,
but Simon and I --
we separated over a year ago.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, I guess
that I keep wearing the ring
so I don't have to have
uncomfortable conversations.
Right. I get it.
Um...
And I know the drill.
So if you ever want
to just talk, I'm -- I'm around.
I might just
take you up on that.
♪♪
[ Knock on door ]
Lucy!
What are you doing here?
Uh, sorry.
I know it's early.
Um, I just wanted
to thank you
for going out with Tim
last night.
Uh, Bordeaux,
your favorite wine, right?
That wasn't necessary.
[ Bottle thuds ]
I hope
it wasn't too unbearable.
[ Scoffs ] It was fine.
He was...fine.
I know he can come off
like this smug hard-ass,
but, you know, deep down, he --
he has a really good heart.
Anyway, I'll go.
But I owe you one.
Big time.
[ Chuckles ]
♪♪
Hey, can I borrow
your, uh --
♪♪
[ Chuckles ]
Short sleeves.
♪♪
Yes!
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
Damn it!
♪♪
Lopez: Control 7-Adam-07.
Show us at a vehicle stop
on Olympic and Avon.
[ Vehicle doors open ]
You got this.
[ Vehicle doors close ]
Sir, driver's license
and registration, please.
Man:
What's the problem?
You were doing 50
in a school zone.
[ Faint buzzing ]
What's that sound?
My bees.
Your what?
Bees.
I'm a beekeeper.
But I don't know
if I'll be able to control them
if you give me a ticket.
Sir, threatening an officer
is a crime.
Alright,
step out of the car.
[ Loud buzzing ]
[ Tires squeal ]
[ Panting ]
[ Tires screech ]
You okay?
Yeah. You?
I sure am missing
my long sleeves.
Do we go after him?
[ Scoffs ]
Uh, all units, be on the lookout
for a blue minivan.
Look out, it's --
[ Bees buzzing ]
...full of bees!
♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
whoa, oh, oh ♪
♪ I'm gonna win for you
like I know you want me to do ♪
♪ Unh ♪
♪♪
♪ There it is ♪
Well, hello!
[ Chuckles softly ]
Well, hello to you, too.
Mm. I was talking
to the coffee.
Mm.
It's too early
for dad jokes.
I woke up this morning
with an amazing idea...
Hmm?
...for the layout
of the master closet.
Tell me what you think.
Mm.
What?
Nothing.
I-I mean, I was --
I was married for 20 years.
"Nothing" usually means
a whole lot of something.
Well, I mean...
you don't even have, like,
a-a built-in shoe rack.
Oh, well, I got, what,
two pairs of shoes?
Yeah, but I have
a lot more.
♪♪
O-Oh. Yeah.
Uh, right.
Uh, I-I mean,
obviously, yeah.
I mean, we haven't
even talked about the...
[ Laughs ] Relax!
It's fine. It's good.
I'm -- I'm -- I'm kidding.
Right.
Yeah.
I'm gonna, um --
I'm gonna get dressed.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Yeah.
♪♪
♪♪
I'm gonna lose it.
[ Muffled ]
Ah, you're back --
You forget something?
My car won't start.
Again.
You need a new one.
I need a healthier
bank account.
[ Both chuckle ]
Uh, I can get you
to work,
but you're on your own
to get home.
Why? What are you
doing tonight?
Nothing.
I mean, t-that thing.
I told you.
What thing?
At my mother's.
Remember?
The mother
I haven't met yet?
No, you definitely didn't
tell me about that.
Well, you probably had
a lot on your mind.
♪♪
Do you want to go?
Do you want me to go?
Of course.
Great!
Awesome.
♪♪
[ Door opens ]
Today is problem day.
So you know what that means.
Actually, sir,
I-I don't.
Problem spots
on your patrol route.
Locations that attract crime
like a felonious magnet.
Businesses used as a cover
for criminal activity.
No-tell motels,
massage parlors, dive bars.
Or anywhere that ex-cons gather
to plan their next adventure.
The spots you see every day
and you vow to take them down
if you have the time,
but we never have the time.
So...today we make some.
[ Whispering ]
Is there a problem,
Smitty?
Oh, no, sir.
I love
playing whack-a-mole.
[ Laughter ]
Knock down a problem spot,
it can pop back up anywhere.
But that's the job, right?
And since you're so excited
about doing it,
I think you should share
your excitement
with Officer West
out there today.
Seriously?
Seriously?
Yeah, seriously.
That means, Lopez,
you're with Nolan.
Okay.
Happy hunting out there.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
Look, I know
you're probably still mad
about me
not rooming with you, but --
Don't flatter yourself,
sunshine.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
So, uh, what's
our problem spot?
You'll see
when we get there.
[ Car doors close ]
[ Seatbelt buckles ]
So...
what'd you do last night?
Gym. Dinner. Study.
Rinse, wash, repeat.
What's that
supposed to mean?
Nothing.
You know, it -- it --
it's just been a while
since the divorce.
You wanna jog behind the shop
all day, Boot?
No. No.
No, sir.
Shutting up.
[ Engine starts ]
♪♪
It's just a big step,
and it's never come up.
I wasn't prepared,
and now she's mad.
Why do relationships
have to be so complicated?
Some things, you just shouldn't
spring on someone
before they've even had
their morning coffee.
If you can't be honest
with each other, then
why even be together?
And now I'm sitting here
wondering why Wesley
Just, some things
shouldn't be rushed,
doesn't want me
to meet his mom.
and I don't know if I'm ready
to take it to that level.
Wait, what?
I thought we were
talking about my thing.
I thought we were talking
about my thing.
Wesley said he didn't want you
to meet his mom?
He actually said that?
He didn't have to.
[ Slurping ]
"Problem spots," my ass.
What is that smell?
Like sweat socks
and licorice.
This whole city's
a problem spot.
Sean John cologne
and desperation.
[ Belches ]
[ Radio chatter ]
Pull over
at that burger joint.
Seriously?
You just ate a burrito.
[ Radio chatter ]
That's the problem spot.
[ Sighs ]
[ Tires screech ]
Place has been a haven to shady
ex-cons since I was a Boot.
Ain't never gonna change.
So, what do we do?
We sit here. Wait.
For what?
End of shift.
Problem spot. Check.
So, you want us to chill here
in your rank-ass shop?
[ Chuckling ] Rookies.
Ohh.
You all think
you can change the world.
[ Slurping ]
[ Children shouting playfully
in distance ]
[ Parking brake engages ]
This is our problem spot?
What do you see?
Guy waiting for the bus.
Drug dealer.
This corner's a mecca
for upper-class dopers.
Oxy, Molly,
Benzos, Vikes --
anything a well-off suburbanite
can choke down
with a Kombucha spritzer.
And right on cue.
Gonna bust that dealer?
Buyer. Dealers are
a dime a dozen.
We want to scare
the clients away
so business takes
a big hit.
[ Engine starts ]
[ Siren wailing ]
[ Tires screech ]
Take the lead on this one.
Okay.
[ Dance music plays on stereo ]
Morning, sir.
What is the problem,
officer?
Is it illegal
to ask for directions now?
Well,
you better lock me up.
License and registration,
please.
My partner and I witnessed you
exchange money for a baggie.
Wanna show us
what you bought?
No idea
what you're talking about.
What's this?
Oops.
How'd that get there?
You work for
Councilwoman Langston?
I'm her right hand.
Sometimes her left,
if you feel me.
[ Music continues ]
Look, Officer, uh...Nolan...
you got a job to do.
I get it.
Believe me.
Nobody appreciates the boys --
and girls --
in blue more than me.
It's just, you see,
Langston --
she needed me to find her
some, uh, sleep aids.
Oh. Yeah.
Just hand over the baggie.
No big deal.
[ Dialing ]
Now you, uh, let me off
with a warning,
win yourself
some pretty powerful friends
[ Line ringing ]
down at City Hall.
Oh. Sounds like
quite an offer.
[ Click ]
Woman:
Councilwoman Langston's office.
But I'm doing okay
in the friend department.
No, no, no. No, no, no.
Uh, um --
Hello?
I'm sorry. T-The pills --
t-t-they're mine.
Hello?
P-P-Please hang up. Please?
[ Cellphone beeps ]
[ Sighs ]
I just needed something
to take the edge off.
You can't imagine
what I go through every day.
The wife, boss,
the constant pressure.
It's just --
Jump out of the car.
We're locking you up.
Come over here.
Put your hands on the car.
Yes, sir.
[ Buzzer ]
We gonna be here
a while?
Yep.
Then I need
to arrange childcare.
Yeah, sure. You get one call
once we're done processing you.
Thanks.
[ Buzzer ]
Hey. I know you're
gonna say no, but...
[ Sighs ]
...I think I can help.
With what?
Well, you know, I know how hard
it is to meet people in L.A.
It's what keeps them
in business.
Wait.
You wanna set me up?
[ Scoffs ]
Forget it.
Even if this wasn't
your dumbest idea yet,
there is no way you'd be able
to pick someone right for me.
[ Scoffs ]
Um, I bet I can.
I'm serious.
If I can fix you up
on one good date, just one,
I get to, uh --
I get to wear
short sleeves.
♪♪
Okay.
Okay.
But you're paying.
Whatever.
And if you lose,
you're gonna do 50 push-ups
after every call we take.
♪ Hey! ♪
♪ Show me something
that I never seen before ♪
[ Motorcycle engines idling ]
♪ Oh oh ♪
[ Slurping ]
Okay. New plan.
You drink your soda, and I'm
gonna go do some policing.
[ Slurps ]
[ Car door closes ]
Here they come.
Keep cool.
Morning, officers.
Smitty: Boys.
My partner here
is a newbie
who wants to learn about
problem spots in town.
So here we are.
I'm just eating.
Sure you are.
Danny Dozier.
You just did four years
in Chino.
Armed robbery, was it?
And you.
Weren't you the wheelman
for Larry Marks?
Think of this as
a lowlife employment agency.
Each of these dirtbags has
a set of illicit skills,
and they are just itching
for a chance to use 'em.
Hmm.
Last time I checked,
associating with felons was
a no-no for parolees.
Raise your hand
if you're on parole.
[ Scoffs ] Look, don't make me
run you through the system.
It'll just piss me off.
There we go.
That's more like it.
Everybody grab some wall.
Come on.
Right this way.
Speed it up.
Smitty:
What are you doing?
Just kick 'em loose
with a warning.
Tell them
not to come back.
Problem spot handled.
They break the law,
they go in.
♪♪
Go, kid.
♪♪
[ Beep ]
Foot pursuit.
White male,
gray shirt and blue jeans,
headed north on Fillmore.
♪ Looking around,
and I don't know why ♪
♪ But they held me ♪
♪ If you watch him cry and you
don't know why, then -- ♪
[ Music stops ]
[ Fence rattles ]
[ Music resumes ]
♪♪
♪♪
[ Siren wailing ]
♪♪
[ Music stops ]
[ Grunts ]
Why'd you run, huh?
Stand up.
[ Wailing stops ]
[ Fence rattles ]
Spread your feet.
♪♪
Where's the gun?
I don't got one.
I just like bullets.
That ain't a crime,
is it?
He must have dumped the gun
somewhere between here
and the burger joint.
Woman: Help!
Somebody please help me!
I need help!
Please, somebody!
Calvin, g--
Calvin!
Give me the gun, baby.
Baby, please.
Give me the gun.
[ Imitating gunfire ]
Calvin!
Hey, Calvin?
Buddy.
It's not a toy, okay?
Please put the gun down.
Calvin,
give me the gun!
Hey, buddy,
please put the gun down.
Calvin, give me the gun!
It's not a toy!
Put the gun --
[ Gunshot ]
[ Sirens wailing ]
Gunshot wound
to the upper-right chest!
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Calvin crying ]
[ Siren wailing ]
♪♪
You did this.
I didn't do nothin'.
It was your gun!
Prove it.
[ Dog barks ]
[ Chuckling ] Rachel?
Look at you!
Oh, my G--
All official!
Mm!
Mm!
You were the talk
of the reunion, you know.
I was bummed
I couldn't go.
What are you doing here?
Oh, just trying to cut through
some red tape.
But so far, my scissors
haven't been sharp enough.
Oh, problems
in Child Services?
Yeah, civil standbys.
LAPD needs
a faster response time.
I've had four go sideways
in the last month.
Mm.
Hey.
Maybe you can help me.
I-I wish I could,
but I am below
bottom of the food chain here.
It's --
Boot! Get a move on.
No lunch till you finish
those reports.
Who's that?
That is
my training officer.
I should probably go.
Hey, uh,
you're single, right?
Mm-hmm.
Would you want
to go out with him?
Uh, he's hot...
but I-I made a vow.
No more jerks.
Tim: Let's go, Boot!
[ Inhales sharply ]
Okay, so,
you don't date jerks.
But how would you like to
help me win a bet against one?
♪♪
[ Radio chatter ]
Smitty: Let's go.
We gotta take this dirtbag
back to the station,
get him processed.
You alright?
No.
I...
I should have
tackled the kid.
Taken the bullet myself.
That's a no-win situation.
Had you reacted
differently,
maybe the kid would have
shot himself instead.
Hey.
You did the right thing.
Yeah, it was--
it wasn't enough.
Hey, Jess.
It's me.
Just trying you...again.
Call me back.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Okay.
She is definitely mad at me
and ducking my calls.
What time
is dinner with Mom?
Huh?
Dinner.
Oh. Um...
At 8:00, I think.
You know,
there is no world
in which
Wesley is embarrassed by you.
If that was
what you were worried about.
It's not.
[ Buzzer ]
Park:
I'm not charging him.
You're kidding me.
Why not?
You never saw the gun
in his possession,
and his prints
weren't on it.
All you got was
a pocket full of bullets.
There's no crime
in that.
Bullets are the same caliber
as the gun.
It's a 9-millimeter.
Most common handgun there is.
He tossed the gun
while I was chasing him,
and a child picked it up.
But you didn't see it.
That kid could've
killed himself.
As it is,
his mother almost died.
The kid is traumatized.
So how in the hell
can you kick this guy loose?
It's not a case that we can win.
I'm sorry.
I have to
get back to court.
[ Buzzer ]
[ Door opens ]
Don't call her again.
When she's ready,
she'll call you.
You're right.
[ Engine revs, tires screech ]
Turn around.
What?
There's a guy back there
being chased.
[ Tires screech ]
Control 7-Adam-15, suspicious
circs on 5th and Beaudry,
requesting backup.
[ Engine revving,
tires screeching ]
♪♪
[ Tires screech ]
[ Amplified ] Back up! Back up!
Move your vehicle!
[ Siren wailing ]
Come on! Come on, damn it!
♪♪
[ Wailing continues ]
♪♪
You see them?
There.
[ Tires screech ]
♪♪
[ Radio chatter ]
Back seat clear.
Front seat clear.
So, where'd they go?
Head upstai--
[ People gasp, murmur ]
♪♪
Man: Coming through.
Out of the way!
We're over here.
What do we have?
Patient suffered
a fractured left femur,
possible internal bleeding,
and head trauma.
-BP?
-Stable.
They gave him two liters
of saline on the way over.
-Hi.
-Hey.
What happened to him?
Car accident?
No, no. He, uh, got
dropped off a footbridge.
Landed on top of a car
right in front of us.
Do you know his name?
Uh, yeah, driver's license
says he's Cesar Ojeda.
Okay. We need a CT scan.
Alert the OR.
He's jumping the line.
Not before I talk to him.
Jessica Russo. DHS.
Hey.
That's not possible.
Well, make it possible.
He's unconscious and probably
bleeding internally.
If we delay surgery,
he could die.
Is that what you want?
Nobody wants that, right?
N-No.
I -- Fine. Fine.
I just need to talk to him
as soon as he wakes up.
Of course.
Let's move.
So, who was that guy,
and why did you have to
talk to him so badly?
I can't really
tell you that.
Can't or won't?
I ran the plates
on the car that chased him.
It was reported stolen
last week.
What about
the guys inside?
They were gone by the time
backup cleared the building.
What's your interest?
[ Scoffs ]
His real name
is Alejandro Mejia.
He's undercover DHS.
He disappeared about six weeks
ago during an infiltration,
and I was alerted when you ran
his cover ID through the system.
Wow.
So, what was he into?
I-I'm not cleared
to tell you that.
So, DHS
is taking this over?
Yes, but I would really
appreciate it
if you could provide
some extra security
[ Cellphone buzzing ]
until my guys got here.
Of course.
Excuse me.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Yes, sir?
Yeah, she's definitely
mad at you.
Yes, he's, um --
he's unconscious and...
She's a social worker?
You say that
like it's equivalent
to being a serial killer.
No. Social workers
do valuable work --
coddling criminals.
Look, if you're not
even gonna try --
Hold your water, Boot.
I'm just getting
the lay of the land
on my "date."
So, where
are you taking her?
Ravenna.
That...sounds expensive.
Oh. It is.
They've got a $100 filet,
just melts in your mouth.
And their wine list -- ohh!
It's exceptional.
Well, good.
It seems like
a really romantic place.
Hmm.
What?
You're gonna have to do
so many push-ups.
[ Sighs ]
[ Chuckles ]
Anyway, this...is Rachel.
♪♪
Pretty.
Wes, where's Smitty?
Probably watching "Judge Judy"
in the break room.
Sir, was pairing us up
meant to be added punishment?
Think of it
more as a kick in the pants.
No way you're advancing
back to short sleeves
until I see the fire
back in your eyes.
You collared a guy named
Gleason Dunn earlier, right?
Yeah.
You ship him downtown yet?
No, he's, uh,
being processed out.
ADA told me to kick him.
Why?
Ballistics came back
on the gun the kid fired.
It was used in
an unsolved murder last year.
What?
They pulled a DNA sample
from the scene,
but there was no match
in the system.
Dunn's DNA isn't in the system.
We don't have it.
Well, we need
to get a sample.
[ Buzzer ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
♪♪
Excuse me.
Gleason Dunn.
Where is he?
Released.
About 10 minutes ago.
♪♪
Okay.
I'm -- I'm on my way in.
[ Chatter on P.A. ]
[ Clears throat ]
Hey.
Hey.
So, about this morning --
Oh. This is
not the right time.
Right.
Yeah.
And also, I mean,
it's not a big deal.
So we're good?
Yeah. Uh,
why wouldn't we be?
Right.
I brought Grey
up to speed.
He said he'd give you
whatever you need.
Oh, great.
Any chance
you got more clearance
to tell us about Mejia?
Yes.
He's a forensic accountant,
an expert in cryptocurrency.
We put him inside
an illegal arms operation,
where he was supposed to
target their financials
and then neutralize
their access.
By what?
Changing all their passwords?
Basically, yeah.
The downside
of digital money.
Then Mejia went silent, what'd
you say, about six weeks ago?
Mm-hmm.
So we presumed
he was either dead or --
Compromised.
No wonder
you need to talk to him.
Look, um,
I've got to go brief my boss.
DHS is gonna be mobilizing
some agents to come stand watch.
Are you good
until they arrive?
Like Grey said,
anything you need.
Hmm.
Alright, I'm gonna
take the shop.
Dispatch will arrange pickup
once you're replaced.
You're leaving?
I gotta get dressed
for dinner.
The great thing about you
being a phase three now
is I don't have to
supervise you 24-7.
So have fun
on guard duty.
Good luck
with Mommie Dearest.
I briefed my buddies
on Midnight shift about Gleason.
They'll get him.
You know,
it's not too late.
For what?
Scale of 1 to 10,
how sure are you
the gun belonged
to Gleason?
10.
Then maybe you need to revise
your statement to the ADA.
You're a rookie whose vision
got blurry in the fog of war,
but now you're clear,
and you did see him
toss the weapon.
Write it up like that,
and I'll back you.
♪♪
I'd be lying.
Kid, you're in the honeymoon
period of being a cop.
Full of piss
and righteous vinegar.
But it's not
a black-and-white world.
Never has been.
Look,
right and wrong matter.
Otherwise, why bother
pinning on the badge?
It's not about
right and wrong.
It's about getting the bad guys
off the street.
How you gonna feel
if we can't pin Gleason down
and he hurts more people?
Or worse.
It can't be worse
than today.
Oh, it can always
get worse.
[ Cellphone buzzing ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Yeah?
Okay, thanks.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
The mom died
on the operating table.
I'm sorry.
[ Footsteps depart ]
Lucy: Yes!
I'm so glad
she wore that dress.
She didn't want to look
too sexy,
but, uh, Mama needs to get
into some short sleeves.
Yo.
Where did you go?
Sorry. Uh...
I can't stop thinking
about my guy.
He killed someone,
and I just let him walk.
Dude, you did
what the ADA told you to do,
and now you're trying
to fix it.
Night shift
is on the hunt.
Yeah.
Head in the game.
Let's go.
[ Sighs ]
This is so weird.
Uh-huh.
Yep, yep, yep.
♪♪
So, you've, uh --
you've known Chen since --
I mean,
Lucy since college?
Yeah, we were
in psych class together.
Hmm.
Bet she hasn't changed
a bit.
No. Always playing
matchmaker.
Well, this is
my favorite place.
Best filet in town.
Oh, I don't eat red meat.
Sea bass is great, too.
[ Chuckles ]
Nothing that had a face.
I'm on a raw-food diet,
actually.
You know,
reduce my imprint.
♪ This is roller coaster love ♪
♪ Leave you breathless
every time ♪
Lucy: Oh, wait.
What happened?
They stopped talking.
Jackson: This is like watching
a nature documentary.
You're just waiting
for the gazelle to get
eaten by the jaguar.
[ Scoffs ]
Oh, my God.
I'm gonna lose this bet.
Pbht.
Look,
you seem nice and all,
so I probably should just
tell you the truth.
I let Lucy set us up tonight
because she made me a bet.
And, um,
you want her to lose.
No, I want me to win.
Being here with me
isn't a win?
♪ Love me
till I say I want more ♪
Maybe a little.
Mm-hmm.
♪♪
You know what would be
a win for me?
♪♪
If you could get me...
...a direct line
to your watch commander
so I could talk to him
about civil standbys.
♪ Leave you breathless
every time ♪
♪♪
I could do that.
Really?
Yeah.
And what would you want
in return?
♪ Who could it be? ♪
♪♪
I'm gonna be
in long sleeves forever.
♪♪
[ Mejia exhales ]
Where am I?
You're in the hospital,
Mr. Mejia.
You just
underwent surgery.
You know my name?
Yes, I do.
I'm working with DHS --
Jessica Russo.
She told us about
your undercover op.
Looks like you have
quite a tale to tell.
I need to get outta here.
Not just yet.
You've been through
a great deal.
Um, the men
who were chasing you --
can you ID them?
No.
Why did they throw you
off the bridge?
They didn't.
I jumped.
Why?
Seemed necessary
at the time.
Were they trying
to kill you?
Worse.
What do you mean by that?
[ Exhales deeply ]
Mr. Mejia?
Come on. We got to
get to my mom's party.
No.
Not until you admit
you never mentioned
this thing with your mom before.
I-I thought I did.
Okay, fine. I didn't.
I knew it.
You didn't want her to meet me.
Angela.
Is it because I'm...
spirited?
No.
You got us a chess clock
to mediate our arguments.
I know, but that's not
what this --
And I can be a little feral
when I eat sometimes, but --
Angela.
This wasn't about you.
What does that mean?
[ Sighs ]
Look, I have to
tell you something...
but I don't want you
to freak out.
[ Indistinct conversations,
laughter in distance ]
You're rich.
Well, wealth is relative.
Yeah. Super rich.
Oh, look who decided
to grace us with his presence.
Hello, darling.
[ Smooches ]
Hello, my dear!
Hi.
Oh, it's so nice
to finally meet you.
You are simply stunning.
Thank you.
You are, too, Mrs. Evers.
And -- And this
beautiful house.
Come on.
Let's get you a drink.
♪ It feels like flying ♪
♪♪
So, what made you decide
to become a police officer?
Well, I love my city
and wanted to give back.
Mm.
Getting to kick ass
helped, too.
[ Laughs ]
Well, I, for one,
thank you for your service.
You know, you put 'em in jail,
and my son tries to get 'em out.
Mother.
Why do you keep
calling me "Mother,"
like -- like this is
"Downton Abbey"?
Insufferable, isn't he?
Definitely,
but he's cute.
You know,
his grandfather founded
the biggest law firm
in Beverly Hills,
but Wesley insists
on working pro bono,
over a restaurant
that serves $5.99 buffets.
Mother.
Mom.
Well, I just want to give you
a helping hand
from time to time,
but you slap it away.
Well,
I do fine on my own.
But you could do
so much more.
Okay, can we not talk about this
right now, in front of Angela?
But you're living together.
She's family.
And, you know,
there's never really a good time
to talk with you.
I-I know you want
to do it all on your own
and not touch
your trust fund --
Trust fund?
...but the fact that you seem
mad at me about it,
that is just messed up.
[ Chuckles ]
How's your wine?
Amazing.
Yeah, I picked it up
at a spa retreat in Tuscany.
I'm going again in March.
[ Gasps ]
You should come.
Wesley,
you two should come.
100% yes.
Yes.
Mm. You know what?
I'm gonna
take an Uber home.
[ Keys clatter ]
The two of you,
just...
enjoy each other.
[ Sighs ]
Come on, Wesley.
Always with the drama.
I should go after him.
Oh, nonsense.
He's a grown man.
Besides, I want you
to taste the stew.
It's my own recipe.
It does smell good.
Mm-hmm.
Hi.
I'm here to transfer
the patient to the ICU
for some serial exams,
check for any internal bleeding.
Sure.
Uh, do you mind if I...?
Sure.
Susan Taylor. How long
have you worked here, Susan?
A lot of fives.
Five months in the ICU,
five years at the hospital,
and, uh, since 5:00
this morning --
5:30, actually --
Okay, well, I'm gonna need
to accompany you.
No problem.
Why do I do this?
Do what?
Infiltrate myself
into everything.
I'm like a virus.
You're not a virus.
Yes. I am.
Why do I care
if Tim dates?
Why do I care
why anyone does anything?
Okay, you just want
everyone to be happy.
That's a good quality.
No, you know what I want?
To get drunk.
[ Laughs ]
Let's get a butt load
of tequila,
get up on the roof
of our building,
and listen to music
from the Hollywood Bowl.
[ Cellphone rings ]
That's what I want.
Hello?
Yeah.
♪♪
Thank you
for letting me know.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
What was that?
Night shift
still hasn't found Gleason.
Bastard's still
walking around out there.
Give 'em time.
What are you doing?
Getting my car.
I'm going for a ride.
Going for a ride up the PCH
with a little bit of sad music
or a little off-duty action?
Okay. I'll drive.
Hey, Jess.
Oh, yeah, well, no,
he was a-awake for a minute,
and now
he's unconscious again.
They're just transferring him
to ICU.
Right. Okay.
I'll see you in a few.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
How's it going?
Good. Yeah, good.
Uh, Jessica's on her way here
to question him.
It...seems like
you know her pretty well.
Yeah.
Well, we're dating.
Really?
What?
Nothing.
She's j--
She's a little intense.
Oh, that's...
just "work Jessica."
Yeah, she's --
she's different at home.
Sure.
What?
Nothing. Um...
She just -- She doesn't
really seem like your type.
My type?
Never mind. You know what?
I'm gonna shut up.
People can change a lot
in 20 years.
[ Scoffs ]
W-What are you doing
outside the ICU?
Oh, uh, the nurse transferred
Mejia here from post-op.
They needed to run
some tests.
But I just --
I spoke with the surgeon.
He didn't want
to move Mejia yet.
He was gonna do the exams
in post-op.
♪♪
♪♪
I need this hospital put
on immediate lockdown!
Nobody in or out.
7-Adam-15,
207 at Shaw Memorial.
I need backup,
unknown number of suspects,
possibly armed, Code 3.
[ Buzzer ]
[ Buzzer, door opens ]
Remember me?
Smitty's rookie?
Had you dead to rights
on a parole violation?
Yeah.
What do you want?
Your boy.
Gleason Dunn.
Tell me where he is,
and these officers
might just let you go.
He's not my boy.
He destroyed a family
today,
dumped a gun
for a child to find.
Life's full of tragedy.
You want your life
to become one?
'Cause I'm hoping for a couple
more decades on the job,
years I will spend
making your life a living hell
if you don't come clean.
Is that really something
you want to sign up for?
'Cause it seems smarter to just
give the guy up and go home.
♪♪
Police!
♪♪
[ Elevator bell dinging ]
♪♪
♪♪
[ Glass shatters ]
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
[ Electricity crackling ]
♪♪
♪♪
[ Glass crunches ]
[ Electricity crackles ]
♪♪
♪♪
[ Handcuffs click ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
[ Groaning ]
[ Whirring ]
Passwords,
or I start taking off ears.
[ Groans ]
I don't -- I don't --
I don't know them
off the top of my head, man.
I got them stored
back at my place!
Nice try.
Guess I'm taking some pieces off
to get the truth.
I'm telling you the truth!
I swear! Come on!
Police!
Drop the saw!
Stand up right now,
or I will shoot you.
Do not test me.
[ Whirring continues ]
♪♪
[ Grunts ]
Okay.
Okay, you got me.
Back up. Hands behind your head.
Interlace your fingers.
No problem, officer,
but I got a bad shoulder.
Shut up.
Turn around.
[ Grunting ]
I don't know if I can...
Stay right there.
[ Gunshots ]
♪♪
[ Whirring continues ]
You see where he went?
No, I didn't see
where he went.
Can you get this damn saw
away from me?
[ Whirring stops ]
Can you walk?
I don't think so.
Stay right there.
I don't think
I have a choice.
Give me your backup.
Come on, man.
I need a weapon.
[ Grunts ]
Got it?
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
[ Gunshot ]
[ Groans ]
[ Groaning ]
You're under arrest.
[ Briston Maroney's
"Hard to Tell" plays ]
♪♪
♪♪
♪ Well, I ain't no old dog ♪
♪ But I got
a trick or two, baby ♪
♪ It ain't what I wanted ♪
♪ But I gotta
give it to ya, baby ♪
♪ You been on my mind ♪
Well done, Officer West.
♪ You don't need no textbook ♪
♪ Baby, I can teach it to you
right now ♪
♪ If you're willing to try ♪
[ Door closes ]
Hi.
I'm sorry.
Just, every time
I go to my mother's house,
I turn into this person
I don't want to be.
Why?
Your mom is great.
And don't give me the "You don't
really know her" spiel.
She has nothing but a deep
and genuine love for you.
So why do you keep
turning your back on her?
It's just all that excess.
I always hated that.
I need to make it
on my own.
[ Chuckles ]
What?
Only a rich person
would think
turning down money
is a noble idea.
[ Scoffs ]
I wore my brother's
hand-me-downs until I was 15.
My mom worked two jobs,
and so did we
once we reached high school.
So...
you think less of me?
Are you kidding?
Your mom and I already started
planning the wedding.
[ Chuckles ]
California's
a no-fault divorce state,
so if you ever felt like
doing me a solid...
Mm-hmm.
♪♪
Love your mom
while you have her.
Take that money
and do something good with it.
Like fix your car, maybe?
I was thinking more like
feed the homeless,
but I wouldn't say no
to a Porsche.
Oh, really?
Or we could just get
a chauffeur.
Come on, trust fund.
[ Laughs ]
♪♪
♪ Baby, it's just
too hard to tell ♪
Mm!
♪♪
Two hours
till we're back on shift.
It's gonna be a long day.
Think you can get
a power nap in?
Nah.
I'm just gonna
"Clockwork Orange" it.
[ Laughs ]
Hey, come on.
Gleason's behind bars.
You gotta feel good
about that, right?
Yeah.
But if I wouldn't have pushed
things with my problem spot,
if I would have just sat
in the car, like Smitty said,
or -- or let the ex-cons go
with a warning,
then Gleason wouldn't have run
and he wouldn't have --
he wouldn't have dumped
the gun, and that kid
would still have a mom.
Stop.
What happened
was not your fault.
It was Gleason's, and now he's
on the hook for two murders.
He's gonna be
locked up forever.
That's all you need
to take away from this.
You got me?
Yeah.
And don't start listening
to Smitty.
You're not
that kind of cop.
Yeah, I'm the kind who'll never
get out of long sleeves.
Mm!
Excuse me?
Sorry. Your bet.
Clearly, you won't, either.
Do you really think
Tim's gonna make me do push-ups
after every call?
You know what?
On the bright side,
when it's over, I'm gonna have
mad upper-body strength.
[ Both laugh ]
Come on.
I'll drop you off at your car.
We still got time to shower
and change before roll call.
Let's go.
[ Cellphone rings ]
How's Mejia?
They took him
back into surgery,
but, um, I think
he's gonna be okay.
And did you get a chance
to talk to him?
I got the passwords,
and we seized $22 million
in assets from the arms dealer.
And you helped take down
a pretty big operation, John.
Despite the fact
I almost screwed it up.
Well, everyone makes a mistake
now and then.
Like the one
I made yesterday with you?
Look, um...
I-I wasn't asking
to live with you.
I was, uh...
I was just
testing the waters.
And I capsized the boat.
Look, Jess...
I am still just figuring out
who I am in this new life.
It hasn't even been a year
since I got divorced,
and I got a brand-new job,
entirely new city.
The only thing
I know for sure is...
I love
spending time with you.
And a shoe rack
will add value to my home,
and if you have
any more great ideas...
[ Chuckles ]
...I'd love to hear them.
♪♪
Deal.
♪♪
I gotta go.
[ Elevator bell dings ]
Look at you, saving the world,
getting the girl.
Far cry from college,
when all you wanted
was a fake ID
and to pass organic chem.
Well,
it wasn't all I wanted.
You had your charms.
Hey, um,
I wanted to apologize
about that crack
about Agent Russo
and for assuming
that I know your taste.
I mean,
20 years is a long time.
And yet you are
exactly how I remember you.
I'm not sure if that's
a positive or a negative.
Positive, for sure.
And this has...
This has been great
seeing you again
and catching up
and being friends again.
Mm-hmm.
And I would love to go
on a double date,
meet your husband.
[ Sighs ]
I'm not really married.
Oh, I-I --
I mean, technically, I am,
but Simon and I --
we separated over a year ago.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, I guess
that I keep wearing the ring
so I don't have to have
uncomfortable conversations.
Right. I get it.
Um...
And I know the drill.
So if you ever want
to just talk, I'm -- I'm around.
I might just
take you up on that.
♪♪
[ Knock on door ]
Lucy!
What are you doing here?
Uh, sorry.
I know it's early.
Um, I just wanted
to thank you
for going out with Tim
last night.
Uh, Bordeaux,
your favorite wine, right?
That wasn't necessary.
[ Bottle thuds ]
I hope
it wasn't too unbearable.
[ Scoffs ] It was fine.
He was...fine.
I know he can come off
like this smug hard-ass,
but, you know, deep down, he --
he has a really good heart.
Anyway, I'll go.
But I owe you one.
Big time.
[ Chuckles ]
♪♪
Hey, can I borrow
your, uh --
♪♪
[ Chuckles ]
Short sleeves.
♪♪
Yes!
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
Damn it!
♪♪