The Rookie (2018) s08e08 Episode Script

Morning.
You weren't kidding when you
said we were riding in style.
Ah, don't get too excited. Comfort?
It's not a word used to
describe military transports.
The good news is, is that the hop
between Vegas and Los Angeles
takes about an hour or so.
Ah, that's fine.
With Bailey in DC, there's
not a lot to rush home to.
Well, you know, my first wife,
she used to say that distance,
that's just a test to see
how far love will travel.
- That's poetic.
- Yeah, I know.
Of the three of them,
she was my favorite.
Everett give you any grief
after I left the takedown?
No.
For a master of the
universe/merchant of death,
he's been pretty circumspect
about the possibility
of life without parole.
Oh, here they come.
Marshal Wilcox?
Yes, sir.
FBI Supervisory Special
Agent Matthew Garza.
This is John Nolan from the LAPD.
- Kip Wilcox.
- We appreciate the ride.
I'm gonna need to
check out the aircraft
before we start the transfer.
Lead the way.
Captain Will Larsen.
Copilot, Kristine Chapman.
- Any weapons on board?
- No, sir.
We stripped down to the bare
essentials like you asked.
- What about Wi-Fi?
- That, we have.
I'm gonna need both of you
to secure your weapons
before the flight.
I'll lock them away and
start the pre-flight checklist.
I can't imagine military
aircraft is standard fare
- for the Marshal Service.
- Well, it's not.
But this isn't a standard transport.
Toxic mold at
the local Super Max forced
the Marshal Service to
transfer most of its inmates
to other facilities.
Today, I am moving the worst
of the worst to California.
Why is he filming?
Ah, it's just for
internal training purposes.
Don't worry. We'll scrub you out.
Bring 'em!
Dominic Bozac,
otherwise known as Fracture
for reasons you can imagine.
He was an enforcer
for Croatian organized crime.
Killed at least a dozen
and hasn't said a word
in over a decade.
Geraldine Gage five years ago,
a piece of rebar
went through her skull
in a car accident,
destroyed the part of her brain
that handles self-control.
She went from a churchgoing good girl
to a monster with literally
zero self-impulse-control.
Turns out Little Miss Gage
had been repressing
a hell of a lot of violent tendencies.
Darren Fletcher,
the infamous Captain Cannibal
who was the host of a
popular children's program
until the neighbor's
golden retriever dug up
a foot in Fletcher's backyard.
Oren Majok, South Sudanese national,
led a crew of bank robbers who blew up
an armored car, killing five.
Extended his murderous streak
in prison,
where he killed one inmate
and blinded one guard.
Now show me yours.
Heath Everett. No cute nicknames.
Born into generational wealth.
He played soldier long enough to make
all the right connections to launch
a private military force.
And he sold his mercenary services
to the worst countries on earth,
where he and they have been
accused of multiple war crimes.
Well, I'm assuming there's no
caviar service on this flight?
Sorry.
Your caviar days are long behind you.
Don't be so sure about that.
All right, let's get this moving.
Hold on. We're waiting on one more.
You weren't the only
last-minute caller.
Escaped prisoner out of California,
got nabbed last night trying
to rob a gas station
Oscar something.
Son of a bitch.
Oscar Hutchinson.
Well, damn.
I don't know who looks worse
in this moment, John
me for getting pinched
during a two-bit robbery
or you for losing me
in the first place.
Hey, so I think we
should stop taking Kojo
to daycare because
he wants us to stay here
and have a dog walker.
He wants a dog walker. He's fancy.
Really? He told you that?
Yeah, I mean, with his eyes.
- With his eyes?
- Yeah.
- He can't stay home.
- Why?
None of our things will be safe.
He ate my last PlayStation.
He knows how to get your attention.
What?
Genny said, "I'm sorry."
For what?
Mom.
Hey.
Hey, Timmy.
Oh, it's so good to see you.
Yeah.
I thought you were staying with Genny.
I was, but she was worried
that you'd feel left out
- 'cause I never stay with you.
- Yeah.
That was so sweet.
It sure was.
- She's so wonderful.
- My mom.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Who are you?
Oh.
Hi. I'm Lucy Chen.
It's so nice to meet you,
Mrs. Bradford.
Are you one of Tim's coworkers?
Um
yeah, among other things.
I'm sorry Lucy and I are
we're dating.
Oh, OK.
That's nice.
Yeah.
I'm gonna go get my luggage.
Your luggage, yeah.
You didn't tell your mom about me?
You know we're not close.
I I told you that.
I don't talk to my parents at all,
but I drop them a line when
I move in with someone.
I was gonna tell her.
I just haven't gotten
around to it yet.
We started seeing each other
three years ago, Tim.
Yeah, but then we broke up,
so I just didn't want to upset her.
Mom, let me help you with that.
Oh. Thank you.
Yep.
OK. Thank you.
How'd it go?
I don't know anything, but
the hearing was very serious,
and I feel like
the punishment will be too.
Again, I'm truly sorry
I had to report you.
It's fine.
I screwed up, Wesley, not you.
The threat that I made against
Liam Glasser was inappropriate.
And if my words lead to his acquittal
and he hurts someone else,
then it doesn't matter
what IA does to me.
I don't know if I can
live with myself.
Well, I've got the perfect
activity to help distract you.
I don't think anything could
Oscar Hutchinson was caught in Vegas.
He's being remanded back to LA
on Nolan's task force flight.
- Hey, I wanted to tell her.
- Sorry.
I just felt like I needed
the win more than you.
Fine.
But only because you're
the one Oscar stabbed.
We're going to meet them at
LAX and take the worst person
- in the world back to prison.
- Love it.
But first, let's get some popcorn.
It's just you call her
every other weekend, you know?
Just how
How did I not come up?
We don't talk about personal things.
Like, at all?
Does she know that you
and Isabel got divorced?
Yes.
But?
I mean, look,
she's a little sketchy
on some of the details.
Well, which ones?
The the drug addiction?
The getting fired?
The the cheating on you?
The years-long disappearance?
That little thing where
she, your wife,
got shot in the head?
Yeah, all of those.
What?
Tim, how
Yeah, go ahead.
Yes, sir.
Where are you?
Um, running a little late.
What's up?
Garza's bringing our
latest task force arrest
back on a military transport.
Should land in 90 minutes at LAX.
I need whatever assets you can spare
to help the feds cover
the security from there
to the federal courthouse.
You worried someone
might try to set him free?
It's on my mind.
The man has his own army.
A lot different than
a commercial flight.
Yeah, well, military pilots
don't have to worry
about customer satisfaction.
What's the matter, John?
Not a fan of roller coasters?
Oh, don't sulk.
Force a guy to dig
his own grave one time,
and he holds it against you forever.
Try making someone
eat their own eyeball.
I've never cared for eyeballs,
but maybe I never found
the right recipe.
Hey, Bigfoot, where do you
land on munching eyeballs?
I think he likes you, John.
I don't blame him.
You're dreamy.
I wish you could choke me
for a minute while
Everybody shut up.
Now.
Better yet, choke
that guy into a coma.
I know you.
I doubt it.
Oh, we've never met.
But you and your army killed
family members of mine in Juba,
left their bodies to rot in the sun.
The devil is waiting for you.
I just pray I'm the one
who sends you to see him.
All right.
It's all hands on deck.
Everett's private military
is rumored to have broken
two kingpins out of jail.
We'll have to assume they'll
pull out all the stops
- to rescue the boss.
- Great.
Well, I'll just supervise
all of Mid-Wilshire
while you play action hero.
Well, I think what she means is,
we're happy to help any way we can.
I know what she means.
Hey.
Hey.
I know we're not allowed
to drink on the job,
but Oscar going back to prison,
that calls for champagne.
No, that calls for
fireworks and marching bands.
I'll get Wesley on it.
Did I sense a little tension with Tim?
Ugh.
His mom showed up on
our doorstep this morning
- his mom, who I have never met.
- Mm-hmm.
His mom who clearly
didn't even know I existed.
What? That's
- I know.
- No, no.
- But seriously, that's
- I know.
And somehow she seemed to have
no idea that Tim got divorced
because his ex-wife
was a full-blown drug addict
at the time
and disappeared from his life
for a full year while
they were still married.
I mean, we have established
his poor communication skills.
Yeah, but this isn't
the same as playing things
close to the vest, you know?
How do you keep all
of those things a secret
from your family?
Ah, I mean, my mom knows
a very curated version
of my life, but that's insane.
- Curated?
- Mm-hmm.
When you got photographed
on that hijacked bus,
you bought every copy
of the "LA Times"
within five miles of her house,
and you interrupted
her internet service.
That's different. OK?
I don't want her to worry.
Maybe Tim was saving you from her.
Is his mom a nightmare
like Nolan's was?
No.
At least not that he's told me.
Then again, clearly,
honesty and Mom aren't exactly
going hand in hand right now, so
Call Lopez.
They're BFFs.
That's such a good idea.
What's up?
Uh, hey.
How what do you know
about Tim's mom?
Not much. I met her maybe twice.
Why?
Well, Tim didn't tell her about Lucy.
Like, anything about her
or why he and Isabel split up.
What? That's weird.
- What?
- Yeah, I know.
Why?
I I don't know.
I mean, he won't give me
a straight answer.
I'm tempted to call her myself.
No, no, no, that's a bad idea.
Never get between
a man and his mother.
I tried that with Donovan and his mom,
and we almost got divorced.
Wait, I thought you did get divorced.
Yeah, but not because of that.
Family drama is always thorny.
But what we all know is,
empires will rise and fall
in the time it takes Tim to handle it.
If you don't want to be explaining
to your kids why Grandma
doesn't know their names,
I say you talk to her.
Don't listen to them, Lucy.
They live to meddle.
And all of your lives
are better for it.
7-Adam-300, I have an in-progress
reckless driving near your 20.
I gotta go.
Control, you got
any more details for us?
From multiple RPs, it appears that
he's only making left turns.
I'm sorry, left turns?
Affirmative.
I traced his route,
and it's all lefts.
OK.
Where exactly is he now?
You sure about this?
Ye of little faith.
Oh. What?
OK. Oh.
Oh, oh, oh.
Driver, shut off the engine.
Get out of the car.
Put your hands up.
Center yourself
on the vehicle right here.
That's good.
You can stop right there.
OK.
- Steal the car?
- No.
I just bought it.
Really? You look 12.
That's ageist. I'm 18.
I just have a baby face.
OK, well, I'm assuming
that your baby face
doesn't have a license since you seem
to only be able to turn left.
I have a learner's permit,
but I haven't actually
taken a driving lesson yet.
But you bought a $200,000 Lambo?
Cash money, hot thing.
Sorry, I'm nervous.
Driving was super stressful.
And now two pretty cops
are chatting me up.
Am I in, like, actual trouble?
Yeah. Your body cam wasn't on.
Thanks.
So what's the deal
with you and Officer Hunk?
Well, we go way back.
I keep trying to get away from him,
and fate keeps bringing
us back together.
I don't believe in fate.
But then again, as someone
with zero self-control,
it's hard to believe the universe is
anything but random like me.
I'm bored!
Did you really eat someone?
Parts of multiple someones.
I bit someone's tongue off once.
Terrible kisser.
But all I tasted was blood.
Problem?
Just made a slight course change.
It's probably nothing, but
I'm gonna check it out anyway.
What's going on?
I don't know. Chapman just passed out.
We need to put down ASAP.
Breathing and pulse are slow.
Pupils are dilated.
This is some form of narcotic.
I need to call the tower,
get permission
to divert to Bakersfield.
No, no, that's a negative.
We are 30 minutes out of LAX.
She can make it. It's not an OD.
What are you, a doctor?
She needs medical attention!
This flight is full of
highly dangerous prisoners, OK?
So we are not deviating from
the flight plan for any reason.
This is my aircraft.
If I say we land, we're landing.
What is going on here, huh?
Why are you so upset?
What's really going on?
Nothing! Look, she needs help.
You don't understand.
I have to land in Bakersfield.
Everett's people
got to you, didn't they?
- No.
- Yes, they did.
What did they do, huh?
Buy you off, huh?
Or did they threaten you in some
They have my family.
OK, listen to me.
I understand your situation, OK?
You want me to be straight with you?
Your family is dead without my help.
Because there's no way
that Everett's gonna let you
walk away from this, OK?
So just give me the gun so I can help
get your family rescued, OK?
I can't.
Everett's connections
run deep inside the military.
He has ears and eyes everywhere.
Yeah, but he doesn't have
ears and eyes inside the LAPD.
Now, give me the gun
before it's too late
to save your family.
Give me the gun, Captain, now!
I'm sorry.
I didn't know what else to do.
Save your sorries for later.
Hey. Everything OK?
No. You got someone you can trust
in the state police?
Yeah, Kate Mackey's good people.
- What's up?
- This needs to be close hold.
There is a team of black op
mercs staged somewhere
outside of Meadows Field Airport.
Everett compromised our pilot
to get him to put down there.
But before Staties can make a move,
I need you to mobilize SWA
to rescue our pilot's family,
who are currently being
held hostage in Monterey Park.
- OK?
- Send me the details.
I'll have Bradford put it together.
He'll keep it need-to-know.
Good.
We knew Everett had resources,
but for his people to be able to turn
all this around in eight hours
I know. It's sobering.
And it's clear that he's got
a plan B ready and waiting, OK?
So we need to double our
security presence at LAX.
On it.
7-Lincoln-100.
Go to channel 21.
Go for it, Bradford.
You in the shop?
Headed to LAX.
You asked for personnel.
I figured I'd send you the best.
I need you to reroute
and coordinate with Metro.
We have an active hostage
situation in Monterey Park.
This connected to the current op?
Yeah, pilot's family.
So it needs to happen ASAP
and be kept very quiet.
Details to follow.
Go, go, go.
Clear!
Package is secure.
Your family's safe.
Oh, thank God.
- Everything OK?
- No.
Everett leveraged our pilot.
Metro just rescued his family,
who was being held hostage.
And I got state police
chasing down a team
that Everett had staged
in Bakersfield.
All right, look.
A gun is a recipe for disaster
with these guys, all right?
Give me that. I'll lock it up.
How long until we land at LAX?
20 minutes.
- Is she OK?
- Yeah.
I just drugged her coffee
with a sedative.
She'll wake up in an hour or so.
What am I gonna do with the pilot?
He still needs to
help us land this thing.
And I have faith
that Captain Larsen here
is gonna do the right thing
by us, right,
now that his family is safe, right?
Yes, sir.
Good. I got this.
Everything good?
The pilot's been compromised,
but Garza handled it.
We land in 20.
Problem?
Nothing we can't handle.
Love the confidence.
OK, that was not cool.
I know. I'm sorry.
I just couldn't handle
her constant judgment
of my parenting.
And you thought sending
her to me was the solution?
Well, why not?
It's been ages.
Plus, in her mind, you are
the handsome, successful son,
and I am the daughter who
can't get her life together.
Because I set boundaries.
You set a barbed wire fence
in front of a field of
landmines in front of a moat.
Come on. You know how Mom is.
When you told her about your divorce,
she couldn't get out
of bed for a week.
There have been a lot
of upsetting things in my life
she doesn't need to know about.
Yeah, but a lot of good things too.
Mom's calling.
I don't have time for this.
If you have time to talk to me,
you have time to talk to her.
Answer it.
Hey, Mom.
Uh, I'm working. Everything OK?
Yes. Yes.
- Um, just a quick question.
- OK.
I was tidying up around
the house, doing some laundry.
And I couldn't help but notice,
the girl that you're seeing, Linda
Lucy.
Lucy does she live here?
Yeah, she does.
So this is serious?
Very.
Why didn't you tell me?
Uh
Mom, I'm sorry, but I gotta go.
We'll talk tonight.
So how exactly does an 18-year-old
afford a Lamborghini?
I'm a businessman.
I am.
I provide IT services
for my dumbass neighbors.
One of them pulled me
out of bed yesterday,
desperate to have me set up
a Bitcoin wallet for them.
Had a huge payday
coming in last minute.
Sounds super legal.
- What do I care?
- He offered me 10%.
Of how much?
5 mil.
Why don't you tell us more
about this neighbor of yours?
Hey, South Sudan.
Better say that little prayer now.
There won't be time later.
Not a good time.
Hey, somebody on your plane is dirty.
Yeah, we know the pilot.
We got it handled.
No, no. It's the
U.S. Marshal, Kip Wilcox.
He just received a massive
Bitcoin transfer this morning.
Wilcox!
Ahh!
- Where's the gun safe?
- Warning.
It's in the back!
Warning.
Mayday, mayday, JPATS 4-7,
we're losing power and altitude fast.
We're not gonna make it to LAX.
We're going down.
I repeat, we are going down!
Everybody stay down, stay down!
Let's go! Let's go!
Hope you said that prayer.
Let's move!
Hey, dumbass, you should let us go.
- Shoot him.
- Think about it.
The entire law enforcement community
is about to descend on this place.
You really want 'em all chasing you?
Or would you rather release
a bunch of chaos agents,
help split their focus?
All right, do it. Come on, let's go!
Come on! Let's go!
Come on!
Let's move, move, move!
Bye, John.
I hope I never see you again.
- No hard feelings.
- Come on!
Hey, Everett, give me a hand!
I think my leg is broken.
Kill 'em all.
- Thanks.
- You OK?
- Pilot survive?
- No.
Come on. Let's get off this thing.
Come on.
Let's go, let's go. Come on, come on!
Watch the flames. Watch your head.
How bad is it? Is Nolan
I don't know yet.
Pilot managed to put it
down in the river,
but I'm not sure what
the casualty rate is.
Thank God. You two OK?
We'll live.
But there are five dead on that plane
and multiple prisoners on the loose,
freed by Everett's mercenaries.
They got away in two black SUVs,
so clearly, they're gonna switch cars
at some place, somewhere.
OK, who are the other
escaped prisoners?
A Croatian enforcer
named Bozac, Captain Cannibal,
Geraldine Gage, and
- Don't say Oscar.
- And Oscar.
Luckily enough, all
the prisoners were outfitted
with a GPS wristband.
Which they immediately took off.
Absolutely.
At least the data should give
us a direction of escape
before they did.
Attention, all units.
This is a citywide tactical alert.
It's Garza.
I need an immediate
federal command center set up
to coordinate a manhunt.
OK, should we hit
the streets and freelance
or focus on individual prisoners?
Well, I mean, I say we do both.
Every unit choose an inmate
to become an expert on,
- maintain flexibility.
- Agreed.
We'll take the Croatian enforcer.
I have a good CI on the inside.
We'll take Geraldine.
All right, I'll take
Captain Cannibal and Oscar.
- You sure you're up for it?
- 100%.
You'll ride with me
so I can keep an eye on you.
Plus, I need someone to drive
while I coordinate the response.
Garza and I'll keep
our focus on Everett.
Over here.
Tim, one last thing.
I want you to put your military
hat back on for me, OK?
How does Everett play this thing out?
Well, it's a binary decision.
Run or hide.
I mean, clearly, he's got
almost infinite resources,
which strongly suggest he'll run,
get out of town as fast as he can.
But that comes with extensive risks,
given the massive amount
of state and federal resources
mobilizing to catch him.
You think he'll go to ground?
It's the unexpected play.
I have to imagine he has
safe houses in LA he can use.
What do you think?
I think Heath Everett believes himself
to be the smartest guy in every room.
So, yeah, he's gonna get a big
kick out of lying low in style
while hundreds of cops
run around in the hot sun,
looking for him.
That's a good call.
Hey, lovies. It's your girl, Myka.
First of all, I really
appreciate all the feedback
about some of my content coming across
as "privileged" or "out of touch."
And that's why today,
during my hydrafacial,
I held space in my heart
for all of the people
who don't have access to facials.
And now I'm grabbing a bite to eat.
Wait, ew. Oh, my God.
Look at this feral woman.
She looks so ridiculous.
I can't believe she's out
in public like this.
Oh, my God.
Give me your sweatshirt.
Um, I'm sorry.
Are you high-key delulu?
This is an exclusive collab.
And they didn't pay
uggo normies to wear it.
They paid me to wear it.
So you go oh!
Oh, my face!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God, rainbows.
I love rainbows.
Are you talking to all these people?
Yes, they're my followers.
What are you doing?
I want followers.
Will you be my followers?
You are crazy.
She's crazy!
I was found mentally
competent to stand trial.
- Dumplings!
- Oh my god!
- Mm!
- Are you getting this?
She's so crazy. She just
Ooh, found Geraldine.
She snatched a girl's phone
during a live stream.
Oh. Can you tell where they are?
It looks like the
Rice Balls of Fire Food Truck.
- You know that one?
- Yeah.
See if you can find out where
exactly they're parked today.
Oscar's GPS bracelet was
cut off five minutes ago
10 blocks from here.
And Captain Cannibal's was
cut off in the same place.
Well, they're traveling together,
and they're headed our way.
7-Adam-100, reports of two men
in orange jumpsuits
stealing clothes
on East 12th and Maple.
That's gotta be them.
All right.
Control, we're five blocks away.
Show us responding.
Son of a bitch. That's him.
Oscar!
Move, and I shoot!
Some days are lucky
for me, I mean.
You seem to be having quite
the unlucky streak, John.
It's a locked gate.
We'll have it opened.
You'll be in cuffs.
Well, that may be so, but you
guys have bigger fish to fry.
Captain Cannibal just went
in that church over there.
He seemed kind of hungry.
This isn't over, Oscar.
Move, move, move.
Go.
Come on. Let's go.
Go on.
Go outside.
Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Go outside. Outside.
Ahh!
Oh, my God!
Hey! Get off!
Don't move!
Oh.
No problem.
I got my snack. Mmm.
All right, I have to focus now,
which is kind of hard for me,
but if I want
to stay out of prison,
I have to find a place to hide.
Where do y'all think I should hide?
Not fair!
- Oh, jeez!
- Hey!
- Ugh.
- I'm going.
Hey!
Did you see?
- Where'd she go?
- I lost her.
Ah, check the feed.
Damn it.
- She logged off.
- Oh.
Thanks. I owe you big time.
Bozac's been in jail for
so long, most of his crew
has been killed or in prison,
but there's an old safe house
still operating in West Adams.
Let's go check it out.
You can't beat yourself up.
No? Watch me.
We knew, right?
We knew that Everett had
almost infinite resources.
And we went the extra mile
on every aspect
of our security protocols.
Sometimes you just get
outspent and outhustled.
The only thing that matters
is running him down quickly
before anyone else gets hurt.
I assume you're monitoring
the phone network?
Of course.
But if we use it to grab Everett,
we are gonna risk
burning it as a resource.
Isn't that tomorrow's problem?
No, not when tomorrow,
we might be able
to use it to thwart a terrorist attack
or stop an assassination. No.
Then we figure a way to
corroborate the information
we get from them.
We could have got it from
any alternative source.
We gotta try.
Elena, I want real-time surveillance
on the network, OK?
Focus it on Everett.
No, I know. I know. I know.
Just just do what I say, OK?
OK.
Control, show us Code-6
at 27th and Kenwood.
Angela, are you OK?
I will be once we get
this beast in handcuffs.
Control, we have escaped
prisoner Bozac in custody,
Code-4.
Send additional units and an RA.
We're landing in
position now, Elena, OK?
Just wait on my call.
Is everyone in place?
Yeah.
You sure this is gonna work?
If we have to go in and get him,
it's going to be a bloodbath.
It'll work.
All Elena's gonna do is reach out
to confirm that address is
one owned by a shell company
we know Everett controls.
Once that happens,
he's gonna get a heads up.
They'll all bug out,
assuming we're miles away
from here, so
True.
But they are all armed
for war and willing to fight.
That's why we brought
the sound cannon.
Elena, make the call.
- Hands where I can see them!
- Damn. OK.
OK, no need to shoot. I give up.
So get up here, in front of the truck.
Get your hands on the hood.
Didn't think we knew
about the tunnels that
- connect the buildings, huh?
- Nope.
Oh. Relax! Relax!
I just wanna make you
an offer I don't think
you're gonna want anyone else to hear
Save your breath.
I don't take bribes.
10 grand is a bribe.
10 million is a lifestyle.
And 10 million more
if I'm still free in a year.
Not interested.
You really should think a little
before you speak, Sergeant.
This is untraceable money
in a Cayman Island account.
All you have to do is
let me walk out of here.
You tell them I got
the better of you and escaped.
And then you go from
Sergeant Bradford, poor person,
to George Clooney on the Amalfi Coast.
And I can trust you'll just
pay me after I let you go?
That's insulting.
How stupid do you think I am?
No, what's insulting is that you think
10 million means anything to me.
That's a parking ticket!
I'm worth billions.
What means something to me is my word.
That you can take to the bank,
along with the $10 million.
Here's the thing, Everett.
I'm a simple guy.
I like where I live and what I do.
I don't need that kind of money.
I don't even want it.
Maintaining my integrity?
That's priceless.
You're making a mistake.
I make them every day.
Yeah, well, trust me,
this mistake will come back
to haunt you.
You have my word on that.
What are you building, Geraldine?
My friend Marsha's house.
It's where I wished I lived
when I was little.
- Why?
- My house was small and noisy.
I got punished a lot.
Control, we're Code-6 at Holmby Park.
Eyes on fugitive Geraldine Gage.
- Send backup.
- Copy that.
- She has a knife.
- Yeah, no, we see it.
We're not gonna let her
use it, I promise.
Hey, can everybody get back, please?
All right, so what's the game plan?
Yeah, we're gonna do
this really carefully.
I can ask my mom if you can
come over and go in our pool.
We have a slide and a diving board.
No one likes a showoff, Riley.
But I haven't been
swimming in forever.
Oh, hey. Sorry.
We're not actually here for you.
We're here to take the girls
for ice cream.
- Yeah!
- Yeah!
What? I want ice cream.
Oh, I'm sorry.
You can't come with us 'cause
you're holding that knife.
Hands behind your back.
I really wanted that ice cream.
You know, maybe we'll
stop by a drive-through
on the way to the station.
Aw, thanks.
You wanna ride in the back
with me and make out?
There is nothing like a day on the job
to remind you how quickly
life can change.
Seriously.
I mean, Geraldine became
a completely different person
in the blink of an eye.
I mean, I'd say
she became her true self,
you know, without all
the filters and restraints
- that we all put on.
- All right.
Sure, but those filters
and restraints are necessary.
Society falls apart without them.
I agree, but you can't tell me
that most of those
restraints aren't driven
by a sense of fear,
you know, fear of being judged,
fear of failure. I don't know.
Maybe the world would be
a better place if more of us
stood up and spoke out.
Some of us.
If some of us spoke out,
like your boyfriend.
Oh, I totally forgot about that.
His mom is in our house.
What are you gonna do?
I should let Tim handle it.
I know. I know.
I can't believe Oscar got away.
I don't wanna talk about it.
Harper.
You got a minute?
This is it, isn't it?
IA's decision came down?
Yeah.
We should probably
go somewhere private.
Nope. Just tell me now.
Am I out?
No.
Thank God.
But you have been removed
from the Detective Bureau.
What?
Starting tomorrow,
you're back on patrol duty.
For how long?
Until further notice.
- Is this a demotion?
- No, no.
No, you're still a detective.
You'll just be back in uniform.
Hey, this is a test.
Keep your head down,
and I mean way down.
Don't give them an opportunity
to kick you off the force for good.
I understand.
I'm sorry.
He's right.
You'll get through this.
I'll help you.
Does that mean you'll get
back into uniform with me?
God, no.
Let's get cleaned up and find
the fanciest restaurant in town
to drown our sorrows in.
The husbands can watch the kids.
Timmy, is that you?
Um, no, Mrs. Bradford, it's me.
Tim is still finishing up
at the office.
It's been a busy day.
I saw the news. Is everyone OK?
Mostly, yeah.
Can I help in here?
Yes, please.
You can help me chop those vegetables.
- Yeah.
- Please call me Joy.
OK, I will.
You know, I'm glad that
it's just the two of us.
Yeah?
Yeah, 'cause I want to
apologize for this morning.
Well, that was fully Tim's fault.
Oh, I don't think so.
You know about Tim's father.
Yeah, I do.
I'm so sorry.
That must have been awful.
Even worse for Tim.
It's interesting.
Even as a child, he was a protector.
And the first people he would protect
would be me and his sister, right?
And sometimes Tim
would jump in, literally.
And he'd force his father
to take all that anger
and turn it toward him.
And more often than not,
I would let him.
That
you were being abused.
You were terrified.
That's that is not your fault.
No, I should have been the protector.
It was my job, not his.
And that's why he doesn't
tell me things.
Because he doesn't think
I can handle any drama.
So he keeps me from it.
And, you know,
I want to know my son so badly.
I want to know
what's going on with him.
A mother should be someone
you feel safe to talk to,
someone that you want to
go to because you know
they'll make things better.
Yeah.
You know, I
I really think it's
possible for you guys
to have that relationship still.
But maybe the first step could be,
you know, telling him how you feel.
Hey.
Sorry I'm late.
Should we order
- oh, hey.
- Hey.
Everything all right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
No, it will be.
I'm just gonna
I'm gonna I'm gonna get
changed before dinner.
- OK?
- OK.
Yeah.
What happened?
Oh, Timmy, I would love to talk.
Ooh.
Hello?
Guess where I am right now.
You're gonna get
such a kick out of it.
I'm in no mood, Oscar,
but thank you for giving me
a phone number to track.
Come on, John.
We both know I'm not gonna
be anywhere near this phone
by the time you get a warrant
and start tracking my location.
So guess.
Well, I'm hoping you're in hell,
being flayed alive by cockroaches
made of razor blades.
Wow.
Well, that's both creative
and super dark.
No, I'm in the trunk of a car
heading into the great unknown.
Remember?
Like the one I put you in
back in the desert?
Man, in my head, this was a far
more satisfying conversation.
Why are you calling me, Oscar?
Well, I just I wanted
Are we serious right now?
It's just that today's
events have really put
things in perspective for me.
I don't like the feeling
of shackles on my wrists.
So going forward, I'm gonna be
a lot more careful now,
now that I've been reminded
how much freedom means to me.
I learned my lesson, John.
You can count on that.
You know, when I was a boy
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Damn it.