The Rookie (2018–…): Season 5, Episode 20 - S.T.R. - full transcript

- Previously on "The Rookie"...

- Isabel. I've been
trying to find you.

Are you okay?
- I'm fine.

- That was my wife.

- You were a nurse?
- No, a cop.

Narcotics.

- Hi, it's Skip Tracer Randy.

I'm a bounty hunter now.

- Promise you'll call me if
you get into any trouble.

- Of course.

- Weird guy.
- Mm-hmm.



- Bailey?

Ooh.

Are you okay?

- Why is alcohol?

- You and Libby really
tore it up, didn't you?

I didn't even hear you
come in last night.

- I'm officially
too old to do shots.

- How many did you do?

- Which bar?
- Yikes.

Well, maybe you
should think about

not trying to relive
your college days.

- It is all Libby wants to do.

She says it makes the other
360 days of diaper changing

more tolerable.



Like tonight, she wants to go

to some underground party

where a van picks you
up on a street corner

and blindfolds you.

- Yeah, that's not a party.

That's a... that's a kidnapping.

Just tell her you
don't want to go.

- I can't.
- Why not?

Dude.

Last night was so much fun.

Oh, thanks again for
letting me crash here.

But don't tell
Roger if he calls.

I'm using the hotel allowance

to upgrade our festivities.

Why are you down there?
- Oh.

I'm, um... I'm just posing

for this photography
project that I'm working on.

It's like... it's
like the disconnect

between beauty and, um...

- Aging.

Not aging.

Consumerism.

- Fun.

Well, I'm gonna go for a
run. Do you wanna come?

- Yeah, of course.

Just let me put my clothes
on. I'll be right there.

- You are in no
shape to go running.

- I can't let her beat me.

- That is a super
mature attitude.

Shut up
and hold my hair.

- ♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

- Oh. You had the clams.

- ♪ I'm gonna win for you like
I know you want me to do ♪

- That looks good.

- Mm, thank you.

- Mm-hmm.

- Hey.

There are other rooms in
the apartment for that.

- I thought you were
sleeping in today.

No classes.
- I was,

but then I was pulled
out of my slumber

by the smell of pancakes.

- Yeah? You want some?

One or two?
- Uh, three, please.

Three.

No, wait. Um, shoot.

Totally forgot.

Um...

Isabel, uh, texted me.

She's in town and
needed to talk,

so I... I just told
her to come here.

I hope that's okay.

Oh, yeah, um...

Of course.
- Hey, I'm sorry.

I meant to tell you after
you got out of the shower,

but you know, I got
in the shower, and...

- Stop.

- Oh, please, stop.

I'll get it.

- Sorry.
- It's okay.

- Hi. You must be Isabel.

I'm Tamara.
- Hey.

- Hey.

Look at you. You look great.

- Oh, thanks.

Amazing what a few years of
sobriety does for the skin.

It's nice to see
you again, Lucy.

Thanks for letting me
crash your breakfast.

- No, no, not at all.

Um, can I get you something?

- Wouldn't say no
to some coffee.

- Okay.

- Come over here.

- When did you get in?
- A few hours ago.

- Is that thelsabel?

The ex-wife, Isabel?

- Stop. You're so loud.

Yes.

- Tim invited her here?

That's weird, right?

- No. I mean,
it's totally fine.

It's...

It's a little weird.

- I'm going to do
a little digging.

- No.
- Yes, I am.

- Tamara, seriously, don't.

- So is everything okay?

- Oh, yeah, I'm fine,

but I need your help.

I worked a UC assignment
eight years ago,

before I fell from grace,

infiltrating the Teska family.

- Oh, I know all about 'em.

Yeah, they're big
time in Sylmar.

Guns, drugs, prostitution.

- Yeah, back in the day,
they were up-and-comers,

but they had big ambitions.

The boss was Frank.

He had a 10-year-old
daughter, Dara.

Great kid. Super bright.

- I'm sure you took
her under your wing.

- Yeah. I mean, someone had to.

He was a single dad.

Barely paid any
attention to her.

I was part of the crew,

so I was at the
house all the time,

and we became close...

in that weird way you do

when you're pretending
to be someone else.

But after we arrested her dad,

I scattered, you know,

left that identity behind,
and went on to the next case.

I hadn't heard from
her in eight years.

- Until now.

- Yeah, I had a
answering service

through the department
as a firewall

between that life
and my real one.

Last night, they forwarded
me a message from Dara.

- Nikki, it's Dara.

I know it's been forever.

I don't even know if
you still check this,

but I'm scared,

and I didn't know who to call.

Sorry. This was dumb.
I shouldn't have...

I have to go.

- I called her back
a few hours later.

No answer.

Ran a quick social media check.

Reached out to her friends.

No one's seen her.

- And you can't go
knocking on doors

in the old neighborhood
'cause you're out of cover.

- Exactly.

- No, why don't you come
down to the station?

I'll get a warrant
for her phone.

We'll find her.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Well, that's where
that lives now.

- I got it.

- Show-off.

- You can start maternity
leave at any time.

Too many open cases.

I'll take my leave
in a couple weeks.

- All right.

Are you sure you're okay?

- I have to pee
every five minutes,

there's a stabbing
pain in both my hips,

and I barely sleep,

but I am glowing, right?

- Radiant.

Thorsen.

You're assigned
to Detective Lopez

as her personal aide
until further notice.

- Yes, sir. Thank you.

- Don't thank me yet, son.

- Officer Thorsen,
at your service.

What you need?

- Honestly?

Antacids. Like, a lot.

I bought this on my way
in to work this morning.

- You know, I don't think

you're supposed
to take that many.

Antacids it is.

Need anything else
while I'm out?

- No.

Uh, yes.

Canned Chilorio, Sinaloa style.

- I don't think

canned meat's gonna help
with your indigestion.

On it. Yeah.

- And a cherry soda.
- Got it.

- What?

- It's weird to be back.

- Yeah, well, at least it's
under better circumstances.

- Much.

- Bradford.

Welcome back.

Isabel?
- Hey, Smitty.

- I almost didn't recognize
you without the, uh...

- Greasy hair and track marks?

No.

I was gonna say the badge.

- Good to see you.

"Welcome back"?

Were you on vacation?

- No, I was on leave
for a shooting.

I just got cleared.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Well, mostly.

Lucy thinks I should
start meditating.

I know, right?

- The famous Isabel.

- Yeah.

You ever work with her?

- No, but I knew of her,

first as a rock star UC,
then as a cautionary tale.

Why is she back?

- Uh, and old case.

- You okay with that?

- Why wouldn't I be?

It's not a big deal.

I mean, he... he's over her.

- I know that.

Just making sure you do.

- Totally. I... stop it.

- So I did a deep
dive on Isabel.

- Yeah... what deep dive?

- The one we talked about.

I'm pretty sure she's single,
and she's working with

a police officer support
network in Santa Fe

while she gets a
degree in social work.

- See? I mean, it sounds like

she's built a whole
new life for herself.

This is amazing.
- Sure.

Or she wants Tim to
see she's doing well.

He did say she looked good.

- Look, it... okay.

Why, then, would
she agree to meet

and his new
girlfriend's apartment?

- Keep your enemies close.

I'm just saying.

Tamara...

- Chen, let's move.

Dara's uncle's on his way in.

- Goodbye.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Where's your boot?
- Oh.

Grey gave her a personal day.

- Rookies don't
get personal days.

Well, I guess if anyone
deserves an exception,

it is Juarez.

- Side note... got something.

Bailey has a friend from
college visiting us right now.

- Oh, let me guess.

They are partying
like it's 1999.

- I have never seen
Bailey so hungover.

- I have a friend like that.

She texts me every
Friday night at midnight

to ask me what I am up to

as if I do not have
babies at home.

All right, so when does
Princess Bad News leave?

Tomorrow, which is good.

I don't think Bailey's
liver can take another day.

Oh.

- Do not answer that. Oh, you...

- Randy, is this
another butt dial?

- Nyla Harper, you jokester.

I would never dial
you with my buttocks.

No, I actually have a
teensie, tinsie frage for you.

Hypothetically, when
is trespassing a crime?

- Always.

- But what if you're
trying to help somebody?

- Randy, I don't know how
to make this any clearer.

Do not trespass.

- Okie-dokies.

Danke schoen, my wisest friend.

- What was that about?

- I hope to never find out.

- Thanks for coming in.

I'm Sergeant Bradford.

We got a call this morning
about your niece Dara.

- Ugh, Ed always
gave me the creeps.

He used to talk
directly to my chest.

- What did you do?
- Nothing.

I was trying to get a foothold.

I needed him to like me.

- Said she seemed to be in
a bit of distress last night

and hasn't been able to get
in touch with her since.

- I haven't seen her
since yesterday morning.

She's 18; she comes and
goes as she pleases.

What friend was this?

- I've got her name written
down over at my desk.

Um, listen.

What I'm trying to
figure out here...

Can you think of any place

that Dara might
like to hang out?

A boyfriend's house?

- Not that I know of.

You sure this isn't just
an excuse to jam me up,

business I'm in?

- No, sir. No.

This is purely a welfare
check on your niece.

You know, her dad gets
out of prison tomorrow.

What's his relationship
like with her?

Any strife about
him coming home?

- Nah, nah. We're
excited to have him back.

Gonna throw a party.

- That's great.

You did bring up your business.

I mean, is there any chance

that could be connected
to her disappearance?

- Look, you...

You keep saying "disappeared."

She's probably just
sleeping one off

at a... at a friend's house.

- Of course. Yeah.

Well, listen, if
you hear from her,

uh, please give me a call.

Okay?

- This way, Mr. Teska.

- Any chance we can get
a warrant on his phone?

- Not based on what
we have so far.

- You should talk to Frank,

see if it's all one big,
happy family like Ed said.

- Hey, I need a surefire
hangover remedy.

Uh, pickle juice.

- Harper says pickle juice.

Thank you.
- What now?

- Hypothetically, if a
person did end up trespassing

and then found a dead body...

- Whoa. Dead or murdered?

- Uh, hypothetically murdered.

- Okay, look.

Whatever you do,
do not touch it.

- In fact, don't touch anything.

- Oh!

- Especially if it looks like

it was related to the crime.

Ah!

Uh, h...

H-hypothetically,

if I, uh, fell in
the man's blood...

- Okay, seriously,
what is going on?

- Randy broke into
someone's house,

found a murdered man, and
then fell in his blood.

- Hypothetically.

Police!

Show me your hands!

- Right there.
- Nyla, I have to go.

- Don't move.

Cut it out.

- Oh, there you are!

Meine bestest freunde.

- Hey, Randy.
- You know this nutjob?

- I do, which is why I
need to ask for a favor.

Let me take over this case.

- Oh, forget it.

Easiest solve I ever had.

I'm not just gonna
hand it to you.

- Yeah, he didn't do it.

- Like hell, he didn't.

- We have been communicating
with him all day.

This is just a really bad case
of wrong place, wrong time.

- Oh, no, no, no.

I am excellent with time.

I'm German.
- Randy.

You're not helping.

- Please.

Look, in exchange, I will take

something else
off of your plate.

What... what's a case that
has been giving you grief?

- NoHo Doe.

Mm.

- Ooh, that sounds fun.

What's a NoHo Doe?

- A torso found in a vacant lot

with no definitive
cause of death,

no witnesses, and
no way to ID him.

You give us this case,

I will take NoHo Doe.

- Deal.

Dieter's all yours.

- It's Randy.

Dieter was my uncle.

He is not a very good detective.

What's up, guys?
What's the haps?

- Randy, we need you
to tell us everything

about why you were
in this house.

- Don't answer that.

- What are you doing here?

- Representing my client.

- Monica is your lawyer?

How do you two even
know each other?

- He's helped me
track down a few...

hard to locate witnesses.

- Oh, yeah, that guy
was hard to find,

but no one hides

from the fingers of
Skip Tracer Randy.

- Look, we're just
treating Randy

as a witness in this case,

not as a suspect.

We just want him to
tell us what he knows.

- That's fine, as
long as I'm present.

- My freedom's been restored.

What should I do with this
second chance at life?

Eat a ghost pepper?

Oh, declare my secret love
to an unsuspecting friend?

- Definitely not the last one.

- Oh, just the
ghost pepper, then.

Okay, so what's next?

- Interdepartmental meeting.

I've been looking forward
to it all morning.

The chairs are super comfy,

and the donuts are heaven.

- I mean, you could always
just buy yourself donuts.

- Free donuts taste better.

- Oh, crap.

- What?

- They switched the location.

- To where?

Oh.

I can do this.

- Yeah, you can do this.
- Yeah.

I can't do this.

- Okay, you know what?

How 'bout I just go
and grab you a donut

and I can FaceTime
you in the meeting?

- Deal.

- Yeah.

- You know what?
Uh... I got you.

Yeah.

- I met her at a bar.
- Met who?

- The woman who hired me.

- To do what?

Randy, just pretend like
we don't know anything.

- Right. Okay.

So a bar is a place
where people...

- I'm giving him
back to Scanlon.

- Hold on.

Randy, I know linear
thinking is difficult,

but try.

- Emily Johnson.

She'd read online about my fame
as a skip tracer bounty hunter

and asked to meet me.

- At a bar.
- Exactly. Yeah.

She told me she was
being stalked by a man

named Nelson Friske,

and would I scare the
bejesus out of him?

I don't know who
is this "BeJesus,"

but is he, like,
from the sequel?

- Uh, yes.

Okay, so you showed up
at Nelson Friske's house,

and he was already dead?

- Oh, as a dormouse.

- Who exactly is Nelson Friske?

- A 43-year-old day trader

with a prolific side hobby
of being an internet troll.

- Oh, so potentially
dozens of suspects.

- Yes, which is
why we need to find

this Emily Johnson.

Do you have a phone
number for her?

- Yeah, I can send to you.
- Great.

- Now you go home.
- But why?

I want to be with you
guys, my partners.

- Sorry, Randy, you're
just too close to this one.

So I think, legally,
it's best for you

just to sit at home and wait
for us to unravel this mystery.

- He's right. Go home.
Stay out of trouble.

Of course,

because trouble is
not my middle name.

It's actually
Randy. Randy Randy.

Yeah. If anyone cares.

- So how long you
been dating Lucy?

- A few months.
- Mm.

- Are you seeing anyone?

- I was, and then I wasn't.

And then I wa...
You know the drill.

They were nice.

It just... You set
the bar really high.

- Here we go.

Frank Teska.

I'm Sergeant Tim Bradford.

I'm in charge of
locating your daughter.

She's missing.
- What do you mean, missing?

You talk to my brother, Ed?
- I did.

He said he hasn't seen
her since yesterday.

Has she been in contact
with you at all?

Not recently.

I get a card at Christmas.

Not for Father's Day, though.

Can't say I blame her.

- Can you think of
anywhere she might go

when she's upset?

- I don't know.

I mean, who'd go after Dara?

She's never hurt anyone.

- Yeah, I mean, you've made
a lot of powerful enemies.

Is there any chance

someone's trying to
get to you through her?

- No one would dare.

- Okay. Well, if you
think of anything.

- She's a good kid.

She deserves better than...

Find her.

- Yeah, we're doing
everything we can.

- Yeah. Thanks.

- How long till
he makes the call?

Sergeant, I have the tap

on that call from the
prison to Ed Teska.

- Patch it through.

- Where the hell's my daughter?

Police are telling
me she's missing.

- Relax.

She's a teenager.
She'll turn up.

- When I'm out of here tomorrow,

you and I are gonna
have to have a talk.

I'm hearing things,
and I'm not happy.

- Stop listening to the rumors.

People are trying
to come between us.

Don't let 'em.

- Find my kid.

- Well, maybe Ed's
telling the truth.

Maybe he doesn't
know where Dara is.

- Maybe, but he is
a professional liar.

He once had Frank convinced
someone greenlit a hit on him.

Had him running from his shadow.

The motel.

- What?

- When Frank thought
he'd been greenlit,

he told me to take
Dara somewhere safe

while he dealt with it.

We stayed at a
motel by the beach.

Maybe she's there.

- Okay.

- So the number Randy gave
us for Emily was a fake.

- Well, then I'm guessing
her name was fake too.

- Well, if she is one
of Nelson's victims,

a fake name would make sense.

She wouldn't want
us to track her

through her online
communications.

- But then why involve Randy?

- To create reasonable doubt?

I mean, it wouldn't even
have to be a good frame job

in order for it to work.

All her lawyer would have to do

is point to the 6'4" German
man found at the crime scene

covered in the victim's
blood.

Oh, speaking of.

- Huh.

- Tell me you are at home.

- Are you familiar with
the Britney Spears classic

"Oops!...I Did It Again"?

Uh, I have to go.

I'll see you back
at the station.

- Let me see your hands!

- Again.

Hey, friends.

- Randy, you're making
it very difficult

for us to not prosecute you.

- I was just trying to help
you guys find the real killer.

- If you find a
lead, just text us.

- The good news is, we know
that fake Emily's real name

is Ariel Riser.

- Uniforms found $5,000 in cash

in her bedroom,
along with a note

that had your
phone number on it.

- Mm, so someone paid
her to frame my client

and then killed her
to cover their tracks?

- Yes, that is
what it looks like.

But the question is, why Randy?

Was he just a patsy,

or does our killer hold
a grudge against him too?

- Why would anyone have a grudge

against Skip Tracer Randy?

Everybody loves me.
- Right.

But pretending they don't,

why don't you give us a
list of all your bounties

and skip traces from
the past five years?

- Hopefully, one of
the names on that list

will match one of
Nelson's victims,

and we will have our killer.

- Great, and I
will start looking

at Nelson's social media.

- No, you will not.

You will get us that list,

and then you will go home.

- Randy, as your lawyer, I'm
begging you to stay there.

- God, you are no funs.

You are zero with the funs.

You're like a monkey
allergic to bananas.

- Please remind me
why we had to drive

all the way to this
specific coffee cart

instead of the one five
minutes from my bed.

- Because they have
a liquor license,

and it...

Hi.

- Oh, hang on.

Please tell me we did
not come all the way here

so you could meet
up with some guy.

- What? We've been
chatting online,

and he asked if we could meet.

- Is that why you came to LA?

- No!

Oh, come on, Bails, please.

I need this.

- What about your husband?
- Ugh, whatever.

Roger's in love with
his physical therapist.

Okay, fine.
- Yes.

- But I'm staying here with you.

I'm not having you get murdered

by some random man you
met on the internet.

You are the best.

Grab us some margaritas?

- Dara and I stayed
here for a week.

We ate junk food,
swam in the ocean,

danced on the bed.

I know it doesn't
sound like much,

but when you're spending
every second of the day

on high alert, waiting
for it all to go sideways,

it... it feels good
just to breathe.

- I get it...

'cause I held my breath

every time you left on
a long-term assignment.

And then you'd come home, and...

- And I'd still be
gone in my head,

no matter how much I wanted
to be there with you.

- Anyway, um, so is that escape

why you think Dara
will come here?

I don't know.

I could be projecting.

It just... she was scared.

She... she called
me for a reason.

Maybe it's 'cause this
is where she felt safe.

- Okay, well, if
she does come here,

you're gonna need
backup, all right?

You're not a cop anymore...

No gun, no badge...

So Lucy's on her way here.

- I can't believe, after
everything I put you through,

you're dating another UC.

- I know.

But Lucy's different.

- She isn't a junky in waiting?

- You know that is
not what I meant.

- I know, I just...

Seeing you again brings
it all back up, you know?

- I do.

- I still have not
been able to find

a connection between
Friske and Randy.

What about you?

- Uh, no, but I did make a list

of all the people that
Friske was trolling

who seem most
likely to kill him.

- Who's at the top?

- Brian Cole.

He is an accountant
from Glendale.

Friske hacked Cole's dead
wife's ClipTalk account

to send him taunting messages.

- That's sick.
- Yeah.

But he has an airtight alibi.

Next on the list are

a chef in Venice whose
restaurant closed

after Friske posted a
wave of fake reviews

and a gym owner in
Hollywood who lost his wife

after Friske leaked DMs he'd
sent to a female employee.

- Mm.
- Hey, Nolan.

You're fiancée's here.

- Oh, great. Uh, reception?
- Holding.

Just got brought in for
being drunk in public.

- Mm.

- Excuse me.

- Uh, hey, why haven't
you arrested Randy yet?

He's been found at
two murder scenes.

- Okay, I know from the outside
it doesn't make any sense...

- To the DA, it looks like

you took Scanlon's case
to help out a friend.

- Tell the DA to come
say that to my face.

- Look, I know that's not
what's happening here,

but if you don't make some
headway on a new suspect soon,

the DA's talking about
going over your head.

- All right. Thanks
for the heads up.

- Of course. Where's Angela?

- Uh, lunch.

Again.

Again.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hey.
- What happened?

- Libby took me on her date

with a guy she met
on the internet.

He turned out to be a creep.

She started throwing fists

and ran away when
the cops showed up.

- Okay, I'm starting
to think that maybe

Libby isn't the greatest
friend to have around.

I know.

I'm just so tired,

and I just really want
to go home and sleep.

- I'm so sorry. Um...

Randy, this really
isn't a good time.

- John, I found the killer!

I'm in the trunk of
his car right now!

- Randy combed through
Friske's troll accounts

and came to the same
conclusion I did.

Brian Cole is a prime suspect.

- Except for the fact that
Cole has an airtight alibi.

- Exactly, but Randy
didn't know that.

So he went to Brian's
house to "gather evidence,"

and...

Hid in the trunk of Brian's car

when Brian came out
to take out the trash,

and now he's stuck in there.

- Kay.

Is that the car?
- That's him.

- Okay, we gotta get him
out of there on the DL.

Otherwise, the DA
is gonna flip out,

have the case reassigned,
and throw the book at Randy.

- I might have an idea.

- How you doing, sir?

- Uh, good afternoon, Officer.

- License and
registration, please.

So we received a call

saying that you swerved
over the double yellow line.

Have you been
drinking today, sir?

- Absolutely not.
- Okay, great.

Can you step out
of the car, please?

Sure.

- Front of the car.

I'm gonna give you a
little field sobriety test.

- Oh, that's not necessary.

- Stand on your
left foot, please.

Yep. Ah, ah, ah.

Eyes on me, sir.

Can you recite the
alphabet backwards,

only saying every other letter?

- Um... uh, Z...

- Uh-huh.
- X...

Wow,
this is exciting.

- Shh. Stay down.

- Noted.

- V...
- Yeah.

- T...

- Leg up, please.
- Oh, higher?

Yeah. P...
- Yeah.

- Uh...
- All right.

Thank you.

- Does that... Does
that mean I can go?

- Uh, yeah.

Uh, drive safe out there.
- Okay.

- Wow, that was thrilling!

I felt like Thomas Cruise
in "Missions Impossible."

- Do you have any idea
how stupid that was?

- No.
- We already

looked into this guy.

He had nothing to
do with the murder.

- Okay, I know you want to help,

but involving yourself
with this case

will only give the
prosecution more ammunition

against you at trial.

- Wait, does this mean
I have to go home again?

- Oh, absolutely not. No.

Obviously, you cannot be trusted

to stay out of trouble,
so you are coming with us.

- Whoo-hoo! Reunited partners!

Uh, when am I issued
a service weapon?

- Oh, my God.

- Oh, here she is.

All right, be careful
out there, okay?

You haven't seen
Dara in eight years.

You don't know what she's
gotten herself into.

She's not a kid anymore.

And it's been a minute
since you've done this.

- Yes, sir. Always
the protector.

- You wired up?
- Yeah.

The receiver's in my car.

- Hey. Thanks for helping out.

- Yeah, of course.

- You have a history
that might work here?

- I've got a
backstory that puts me

in Chowchilla for two years.

- Let's go with
that if we have to,

say we met there.

- Done.

I gotta admit,

I was hoping to, uh,
pick your brain a bit.

- You want to know my
cheat codes for dating Tim?

What? No!

No.

I've got him all figured out.

No, I wanted to ask you
about your time undercover.

I mean, you are a legend.
- Hmm.

- The cases you closed,
the people you put away.

I know it didn't end
the way you wanted.

- No, it, uh... it didn't.

- I'm sorry.

I...

I guess what I'm
trying to ask is,

with all the bad things
that can and did happen,

um...

- You want to know
if it was worth it?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, um...

honestly, I... I
can't answer that.

- Mm.

- Being undercover
derailed my entire life.

I... I lost my husband,

my job, my self-respect.

Almost lost my life.

But I... I can't put
all that on being a UC.

Plenty of people make it out

without becoming a
full-blown addict.

There were just...
There were things

from my past that...
Anyway, I, um...

from what Tim tells me,

you have much healthier
coping mechanisms.

Being a UC is hard.

You have to keep secrets

from the people that
are closest to you,

and you live in this constant
state of fight or flight.

That wears on your
relationships no matter what,

but if you go in
with your eyes open

and you're prepared to
make those sacrifices,

your experience might
be different than mine.

I hope it is.

- Yeah, unis
brought this guy in.

He's suspected of attacking
his boss with a bat.

Suspect wore a ski mask, no DNA,

but the boss is
convinced it's him.

- So we need a confession.

- That would be ideal.

Good afternoon, Mr. Hayden.

I just have a few questions,

and we'll have you out of
here as soon as possible.

- I didn't do anything.

- Hold that thought.

- What's wrong?
- Gotta pee.

Where were you at the
time of the attack?

- Uh, the bathroom.

- ♪ We got them good vibes ♪

♪ That's how we
choose to live ♪

♪ We walk a fine line 'tween
proper and provocative ♪

- Again?

- ♪ Like your boy Bobby
says, that's my prerogative ♪

- ♪ Girl, what's
your blood type ♪

- ♪ Always B positive ♪

♪ Get loose, get right ♪

♪ We got a good thing going ♪

♪ Get loose, get right ♪

- Did anyone see you?

- Um, I'm not...

- ♪ My body's talking ♪

- Sorry. Never get pregnant.

I'm basically
disgusting 24/7 now.

- ♪ But I'm catwalking ♪

♪ I'm striking
like lightning ♪

♪ My fire be frightening ♪

- Should I call
somebody to take over?

- Nah, I got him right
where I want him.

- ♪ Get loose, get right ♪

Okay.

- ♪ Get right ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪

- How would you characterize

your relationship
with your boss?

- Uh... uh, normal.

I mean, you know
how bosses can be.

Hold that thought.

I have to pee again.

- It was me! I attacked him.

He called me an idiot,
so I went and got a bat.

Just please let me
out of this room!

- Great. Let me get some paper

so we can write
up your statement.

Mm.

- How 'bout I get it?

- ♪ We got a good thing
going on tonight ♪

- The Venn diagram of
the people Randy knows

and the people he
annoys is a circle.

- Yeah, but who did he annoy
enough to want him dead?

That's the tricky part.

Wh... hey, did we
say you could get up?

- It is so boring over there.

I think I could be
more helpful here...

Working the case
with my partners.

Where do we start?

- Randy, who just texted you?

- Oh, it's from
my friend Cooper.

- Cooper Logue? He owns a gym?

- Ja! You know the Coops?

- Is that the guy
that Nelson doxed

for sexting his employees?

- Yes. Randy, what
did he text you?

- Oh.

Oh, just a hilarious
indoor joke.

- Yeah, Randy, that's
the symbol for death.

He's actually threatening you.

- Oh, no, that is ridiculous.

We play pickleball together.

He sends me this
emoji to let me know

that I killed it on the court.

He is such a good sport.

I've defeated him, I
think, 21 times in a row,

and he does not mind at all.

Oh.
- Mm.

- I see now.

Context is very important.

I think Cooper Logue is
the one who wants me dead.

- Randy, I think
you might be right.

Do you know where
we can find him?

- I do.
- The only problem is,

we don't have any hard evidence

tying him to either murder.

- What if he tried to kill me?

Hmm? I will be your decoy duck.

- No, Randy, we can't do that.

- Oh, come on. Just say yes.

I will go there, get
him all riled up,

say provocative things,

get his angry juices flowing.

- No need.

I think you can
just be yourself.

- Oh, really? You
think that would do it?

- I got a great
feeling about this.

- There he is.

- I wouldn't have pegged
him for a pickleball guy,

but all right.
- You ready to do this?

- Ready.

- Really think
he'll take the bait?

- Hey, Cooper!

Ready for Randy to hand
you your hintern again?

Yeah! What's up, man?

I'm gonna treat you
like Seabiscuit ri...

- Oh.

Well, there's your answer.

- Hey, drop the German!

Put the German down!

- Hey, you get the issue
with the wire sorted out?

- Yeah, we're all good.

It got disconnected somehow.

- Check, one, two.
- All right, got you.

- There's Dara.

- Babe, we gotta go.

Time for you to
put Nikki back on.

- Let's see if I still got it.

Hey, it's Nikki.

Look at you.

You're all grown up.

- I didn't think
you'd actually come.

- Well, I'm here.
You gonna let us in?

- Who's she?
- Amber.

Nik brought me for,
uh... emotional support.

- Your message made it sound
like things were poppin' off.

Thought we could
use some backup.

- So how do you guys
know each other?

- I did a stint in Chowchilla.

- That's where you've
been all these years?

- For part of it.

Listen, I know I left
without saying goodbye,

but when your old
man got busted,

I had to bounce, or I
would've been picked up too.

I didn't have a choice.

- Right.

Everyone else gets to leave,
and I get left behind.

- What's going on, D?

Why'd you call the old number?

My dad's getting out tomorrow,

and last night, I heard my uncle

talking about taking him out

so he doesn't have to
hand back the crown.

- Hey, it's Bradford.

- What's up?
- We found the kid.

She says Ed Teska ordered
a hit on his brother.

- I'll alert the prison,

get him put in solitary
until he's released.

- Hey, four shooters just
showed up at the motel.

I need backup, code 3.

- Hey, what's up?
- Four shooters just landed.

You got less than a minute.

Two are going in the front,

two are going around back.

- They're here.

- Who?
- How many?

- Four. Tim says
we've got 60 seconds.

- Who's Tim?

- Is there a back window,
someplace you can escape to?

- There's a balcony, but
we're on the second floor.

- What the hell is going on?

Who are you talking to?

- Put me on speaker. Look.

If you get caught up in
there, it's a fatal funnel.

What else you got?
- I say we take the hallway.

Do a feigned retreat
to the south.

Dynamic entry on
opposing adjacent rooms.

Take long angles.

Wedge out and post up
until backup arrives.

But I'm gonna need a weapon.

- That's not bad. Lucy?

- Yeah, I can do that.

How long until backup arrives?

- Backup's en route.

- What the hell is going on?

Who the hell are
you with this...

This "hallway,
wedge, post" crap?

- We're cops.

I'm retired. She's
active current.

- You were undercover?

- I know it's a lot, but I...

- You're the reason my
dad was sent to prison!

You lied to me!
- Dara, please.

I can explain, but right now,
we need to focus on getting...

- Hey!

Get back!

- Get back here!

- Hold still!

- It's okay, all right?

We got you. You're safe now.

All right? It's okay.

- Hey, I thought you weren't
leaving till tomorrow.

- I changed my flight.

A car will be here any moment.

- Oh. Car? I can just take you.

- That's not necessary.

- Is something wrong?

- I have something I need
to talk to you about,

but I just don't know how.

- How long have we been friends?

You can say whatever
you want to me.

- I think you might
have a drinking problem.

- I might have a
drinking problem?

- Listen, I've done my best

to keep up on these
yearly visits,

but I'm a mom of two now,

and I just don't have
it in me anymore.

I don't know how you manage

with all of your
jobs and hobbies,

but I'm afraid you
might be an alcoholic.

Oh, that's my ride.

I hope you're not mad,

and I hope that you take
what I said to heart.

- Oh, I heard every word.

Why don't we take next year off
and just give me a little time

to get my life
together and things?

- I'm proud of you.

- Yeah.

- Oh, guys.

That was so much fun.

- Not by my definition,
but you do you.

No, actually... yeah.

Stop... stop doing you.

- And stop accepting
jobs that break the law

or put you in danger,
please, for all of our sakes.

- I will... as soon as I help

this mysterious and
glamorous widow discover

who dumped her husband's
body in the reservoir.

Wow, I
joshed you good.

That's the plot to
"Chinatown," a classic film.

Want to come over
tonight and watch it?

- No.
- I have plans.

- Okay, rain check it is.

Get better soon.

- I will do. Bye!

- Hey, Sarge. Need something?

- I'm here to escort
you to your car.

- Oh, I just have some
paperwork to finish.

- No, you're going home,

and you're gonna stay home.

I don't want to
see you back here

until you've given
birth to this child.

Understood?

- Yes, Sarge.

Good.

Relax. Kick your feet up.

Let Wesley dote on you.

You deserve it.

- Thank you.

- Where you going?

- To pee and get a snack.

- You just live
five minutes away.

- You think she'll be okay?

- I hope so.

- ♪ Gotta fix that
broken heart ♪

- And you?
- Yeah.

You know, when
you go undercover,

people always warn you
about the fear, the danger,

but no one ever talks
about how hard it is

when you have to
leave someone behind.

- And it's not like
you could come home

and talk to me about it.

This girl was clearly
important to you,

and I'd never heard her
name until this morning.

- Patrol just found Ed Teska

murdered in an
alley in Koreatown.

- Made a run at the king.

- And his daughter, and missed.

- That gets you killed
ten times out of ten.

Want me to tell her?

- No. I got it.

- I don't even know
your real name.

- It's Isabel.

I know you're going
through a lot right now,

but it is vital

that you don't tell
anyone I was a cop.

It would endanger not only me,

but everyone who helped me,

whether they knew
who I was or not.

- Meaning I'd put
myself in danger too.

Tell me the truth.

Was I just a way for
you to get to my dad?

- At first, maybe,

but you needed someone.

Your dad barely
remembered to feed you.

And I saw how alone you were

at a moment where I
felt alone myself.

So I looked out for you

and took care of
myself in the process.

I have something
difficult to tell you.

Your uncle's dead.

- ♪ Feed that restless heart ♪

- Good.

He tried to kill me.

- The police are pretty sure
that your dad ordered it.

- ♪ Feed that restless heart ♪

- And he's getting out
of prison tomorrow?

- Yeah.

You gonna be there
when he walks out?

- No.

I got money hidden away.

I'm gonna disappear for a while.

I need to figure out what
the hell I want my life to be

and whether my dad
will be part of it.

- If you ever need me,
you know the number.

- Thanks for coming
when I called.

- ♪ That life no one thought ♪

- Anytime.

- ♪ Let's find
out who we are ♪

- Ooh.

- ♪ Outside, inside a
world inside a world ♪

- Do you want a beer?

- Yeah. Sounds great.

- She seems good.

Happy.
- Isabel?

- Mm.
- Yeah.

Yeah, she deserves it.

- Hmm.

- ♪ Feed that restless heart ♪

♪ It's burning up ♪

- It was nice to get to
know the, uh, actual person

behind all your stories.

- ♪ Feed that restless heart ♪

- Is that what you were doing

when you turned your mic off?

- No.

We were talking trash
about you, of course.

- Funny.
- Mm.

- ♪ Not on my own ♪

- Can I share something
vulnerable with you?

- Yeah. Of course.

- ♪ Not on my own,
not on my own ♪

- I love working undercover.

I love it, but, um,

you know, I've never gone
as deep as Isabel did.

Six months here, a year there.

- And you're worried you
won't be able to handle it?

- No.

Um...

I'm worried that you won't.

- I'll be fine.

- Yeah.
- Okay?

I will.

Come here.

- Damn it.