Can you keep the car straight, please?
If I see you make that duck face one more time,
I'm slamming on the brakes.
What are you doing, anyway?
- Dating. - Online?
Don't judge me just because you're out of the game.
I'm not out of the game. I won the game.
- I'm married. - Uh, you did not win the game.
The game played you.
Well, does the game make you breakfast in bed
or fix a leaky faucet?
My building has maintenance, and food can be delivered.
Oh, whoa. Check that out.
Oh. Is that a Toblerone?
- Guess again. - Oh, God.
It just goes from like, "hey, what's up?"
to "here's my penis." You know, I just feel like
Izzy's never gonna be able to experience... I don't know...
like, like, courtship or...
Right. Uh, speaking of Izzy, about tonight...
No. You can't bail on us, not again, Syd.
I can't make it.
I love Izzy, but I-I got to draw the line at book club.
I mean, she really likes you.
You got to show up.
Well, I-I can't.
- I'm sorry. - Lame.
Hey, pull in right here, please.
No. I'm not an Uber. We're on duty.
Come on, McKenna. It will just take a second.
No.
I'll buy you some Skittles.
You can't really blame me for this.
Oh, I can, and I do.
No personal business on duty.
There's no way I could have known.
Get the money! Let's go! Come on!
"Come on, McKenna. It will just take a second."
Is that how you think I sound?
Girl, my voice is sexy.
- Mellifluous. - Spell that.
Is all this attitude because I'm missing family book club?
Come on! Move! Let's get out!
LAPD! Drop the gun!
Don't make me shoot you,
because I'm not missing family book club.
It's just you and your family talking about books, right?
Hey, homeless Jared Leto.
- You ever heard of anything like that? - What?!
Why are you bailing on us again, anyway?
I'm not telling you, 'cause you know how you get.
How do I get?
Shut up and drop the guns!
That's how you get.
That's why we stopped here?
Yeah. I got a date, all right?
You're going straight to hell.
- Anything else? - Yeah.
Some Tropical-Fruit Bubblicious.
Oh, and some Skittles.
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You're up early.
Oh, Howser called a last-minute meeting.
Oof.
A meeting before 8:00 A.M.? Rough.
Yeah, well, he, uh... he was out a few days.
Probably just dropping extra cases on me.
Morning, Izzy.
Morning.
What?
Is that my credit card?
We gave that to you for emergencies.
A draconian dress-code policy
enforced by a slut-shaming patriarchy-enabler
is an emergency.
Help me out here.
Vice principal Roth finally got her way
with the, uh, skirt-length policy.
It's got to be a credit card from the knee.
It is also a commentary on the commodification of female bodies
and the shortcomings of consumer culture.
- I like that. - Thank you.
Babe, that does not help.
Oh, I'm blowin' up.
Me, too.
It's that parent group chat.
Is this my forensic textbook?
How did they get these?
I swear to God, Isabel.
Izzy, did you use my death book for a school presentation?
I did a health report on the opioid crisis.
I thought it would be a good deterrent
to the other kids in class
to see what happens to a body after an overdose.
They loved the book and took some pics, so...
- But you didn't have to use Nancy's... - Photographic evidence?
Isn't that what you use at work every day, Counselor?
They can get all the same stuff online. Look.
- Oh, stop. - No. Stop it.
Nobody wants to see that.
Got to go.
B-plus.
If it even matters.
Oh, my God.
Uh, B-plus is better than a "D."
Oh, the, uh, to-go cups are right there.
I thought I'd stay a while, have some coffee, talk.
Oh, Reggie, I was really clear.
All sex and no strings.
There you go.
- Seriously? - Seriously.
It's been fun, but, you know...
- Wait. What? - All right.
Hey! Hey!
What the hell is wrong with...
T-Tina needs help.
Someone call 911!
- How was your night? - Fine.
- Still mad, huh? - Not mad.
Damn! What is she so mad about?
- I'm not mad. - No, there was a tone.
- Little... - I missed family book club.
- Oh, why would you do that? - Did you say family book club?
- I know. - Why are the Bens here?
I'm not sure, because we have closed more cases in four months
than you have in seven.
Okay, L.A.'s finest. Tell you what...
close this case, the other team does the paperwork.
Lame. Close this case, I get the hellcat.
- Hell no! - Hell yeah.
- That's my ride, man. - No, that is not your ride, man.
- No, that's my ride. - It's city property.
- Paperwork for a month, and you're on. - Deal.
Oh! You're gonna have a pissing contest,
don't do it on my shoes, okay? Listen up.
Units responded to a TC on PCH,
only to discover the driver crashing through traffic,
trying to save his nanny.
Kyle Smith... right there.
Hasn't said a word since the crash.
He's got an overworked single mother out of town on business.
We're looking for her now.
No other family. Just her, the nanny.
Until we get hold of Kyle's mom, DCFS is gonna babysit.
I want you to find whoever did this, and find them fast.
Can you give us a minute?
Yeah. Sure.
Am I in trouble?
No.
None of this is your fault.
No.
You were so brave.
Not brave enough.
Tina's dead.
And I couldn't help her.
But you could still help us.
- You get it up yet? - Sounds like you last night.
Oh, you got jokes now, huh?
So, we good?
Yeah.
Okay. What do we got?
Two bangers trolling Malibu, searching for an easy target.
She tries to flee. They shoot.
Only they didn't count on a kid being in the car.
Chevy body, triple-unit rear-light assemblies.
That's a '69 Impala.
Huh.
What? I like cars.
I see this. So, we got a partial plate.
We got the make and model of the car.
We just need to, uh, search the DMV records.
DMV warrants take forever.
What if it didn't have to take forever?
Yeah, but they do.
I got a way around that.
Around that?
Uh, McKenna.
Listen. A few of us got a pool going
about why Syd got booted from the DEA.
Now, my money is on she sucker-punched her boss.
- And I say mental breakdown. - Mm.
Look, Black-man and Robin, if you have a question for Syd,
put your big-boy pants on and ask her yourself.
What's wrong with my pants? Why are you always
- talking about my clothes? - No, no, no, no, no.
You know something.
Aren't you guys supposed to be looking for Kyle's mom?
Found her. We just sent you the information.
- Yeah, check your e-mail. - Claire Smith.
She's on a flight out of Cyprus.
Phone's off. Homeland Security is reaching out.
This a lot faster than an official request.
Fletch used to do this for us all the time back in Miami.
Kind of missed him when he switched coasts.
Oh, yeah? Well, let me take you to a Laker game.
- I know a guy. - I'm a Heat fan.
- What? - I know a guy.
- What about you... - No.
Okay, found your '69 Impala.
It's registered to a Victor Morales, Boyle Heights.
That's East Side Diablos territory.
He's not the shooter, but he's definitely one of our guys.
Owe you one, Fletch.
- Hey, what about dinner? - Still a "no."
Call me!
LAPD!
What she said.
- Where's your partner? - No hablo Ingles.
- ¿Donde esta tu compañero? - Yo, what partner?
Oh, oh, oh. You hablo Ingles now, huh?
I don't have time for this.
Whoa! Whoa! Come get your girl, please!
- She don't listen to me. - Oh, my God.
- I need a name. - Oh!
- He'll kill me! - You think I won't?
Huh?
Frank Cruz!
Frank Cruz, you psycho! Get her off me!
Why do I always have to play the good cop?
'Cause you have no poker face.
Frank Cruz? He rolls with East Side Diablos?
No! He's with the Garza cartel.
- He just hired me to drive him. - Where is he?
He went to go finish the job!
What does that mean?
Finish the job.
He's after the kid.
What kind of music you like?
Need a location on the Family Services driver with Kyle.
GPS shows Hollywood and Wilcox.
En route.
Open up.
There they are!
Go get the boy. I'll get Cruz.
- LAPD! - Oh, hell no.
Wait, no! No, no! Stop. I-I know her.
She's a real cop.
Hey, I need your bike!
You're okay.
- Syd? - Reggie?
Get off the bike! He's getting away!
- Seriously? - Seriously.
You supposed to wear a helmet.
Damn.
Air Support found Cruz's car in the L.A. River.
It was stolen off a movie set.
If the Garza cartel is involved here,
we need to step up security.
Syd, Nancy, take Kyle to the Eagle Rock safe house.
Kid duty?
Why? Because we're women?
Yep. Yep. Yep.
Homeland security has located Kyle's mother, Claire.
We're gonna pick her up as soon as she lands.
In the meantime, you two get into her life.
Go to Reuther Securities, talk to her boss.
Okay, now ball up your hand. Make a fist.
On-site at eagle rock safe house.
Like this. See?
So you don't break your thumb.
Let me see a punch.
Good.
- I'm not strong enough. - You don't have to be.
So, when those tough guys, they start bothering you,
you play to their strengths.
So you pull away, right?
Then they're gonna try to yank you back.
You jump into it,
and then you plant your elbow right into their junk.
You're blowin' up. "Joseph."
All right, if you're calling, you better have something.
What?
Okay. Okay.
Okay, Bruce Lee.
I've got somewhere I have to be.
What? Syd.
You know, how about you keep this safe for me?
It's very special.
It was a gift.
Who's "Mike"?
That watch means a lot to me,
which means I'll be back to get it.
You're in good hands with McKenna.
Okay?
All right.
Hey, we're still on the clock.
You know me well enough to know that if I need to leave,
it's important.
Do I?
Whatever. Do what you got to do.
Mr. Reuther is just finishing a meeting.
Right this way.
- Maxwell Reuther. - Detective Walker.
This is Detective Baines. We just wanted to ask you
a couple questions about Claire Smith.
Did she ever mention the Garza cartel?
- The cartel? - Mm-hmm.
- No. - And she's been in Cyprus?
A couple days now. It's routine diligence.
Has anybody been in her office?
May I ask why?
Because her computer's on.
We're gonna need to see these files.
I'm sorry, but I got to ask for a warrant.
It would be bad for business
if I share confidential client files
without a compulsory warrant.
Understandable.
He needs a warrant.
Wait. You mean like this one?
Yes! "Mileage."
Nice! You are kicking my butt.
Oh, don't worry. It's just the Bens.
- There you go. - Hey!
Yo. Where's your darker half?
Yeah, we figured the two of you would be singing
into wooden spoons by now.
The Bens? You guys are partners with the same name?
- Yep. - Yes, sir.
That's stupid.
That is stupid.
Ain't nothing stupid about video games.
Did McKenna show you the system?
- No. - Come here. I got you.
Hey, seriously, where's Burnett?
She left.
It was an emergency.
You really got to get better at lying.
What's up? Is everything okay?
Kyle's mom is gonna land in a few hours,
so I'm gonna go home and wash up.
You found him?
Syd, come in. Sit down.
You said you have intel?
Like you asked.
Well, "asked" would be putting it mildly.
- Demanded. - Okay, this is the deal.
You wanted a relationship. I need help.
This is serious. Gabriel Knox is a ghost story
criminals whisper in the dark.
I don't believe in ghosts.
Somebody tortured me. They shot me,
and they left me for dead.
And I believe that it's a real, live man named Gabriel Knox.
You found him.
No, but I found someone who can.
An old C.I. says
that Ray Sherman has been running off at the mouth
about being on Knox's payroll.
Ray Sherman will be at his club, Cyrk, tonight.
Your mom took you kids to Miami.
I let her.
It was a mistake I've been trying to make up for.
I wouldn't be a good father
if I didn't ask you to just let this go.
Nice speech.
You were never a good father.
You don't work here.
I'd remember you.
Ray.
Nice to meet you, Ray.
You look like the man to know.
Yeah? So, uh,
what brought you over, miss?
I'd like to get to know you better.
Hey, it's McKenna.
Can you do me a favor and ping a cell?
Sydney Burnett.
What's the matter? You shy now?
I'm a lot of things, but shy ain't one of them.
What you think this is, bitch?
A .380 on your sack, bitch.
I want Gabriel Knox.
Oh, what's the matter?
Are you shy now?
Hmm?
That's the funny thing about this room.
Sometimes, I like to relive the stuff that happens here.
Sometimes, a girl as fine as you?
The fellas like to watch.
Yeah. Tell the deejay to turn it up.
Somebody hot this chick.
Damn! It's a party up in here.
Everybody's dressed up.
Syd's got her legs all out.
What the hell are you doing here?
- I got this. - Clearly.
LAPD.
And unlike my partner here,
I notified for backup, so if anything happens to us...
She's police?
Yeah. She's police.
Come on.
Syd. Let's go.
Smells like...
sweaty tits and bad choices in here.
Oh! New high score!
- You missed it! - 11 William 31.
How's the view?
11 William 31?
Kyle, run!
Let's go. Move!
Kyle, get down!
What the hell was that?
Syd. Are you in some kind of trouble?
You shouldn't have come. I had it under control.
Syd, look at me.
Just be a person
and tell me what the hell is going on with you.
McKenna.
Syd, the safe house.
Ben. Oh, my God.
Don't worry. I-I'll be okay.
What happened?
Cruz and a small army.
Where's Kyle?
Shit just got real.
That a shell casing you got there, Detective McKenna?
An M995 armor-piercing round, to be exact.
In the Navy, we used to call them "black tips."
Mm. That because they got black tips on them?
Keith, you're the only person around here
who can get his hands on this.
You and me have an understanding.
Which ended the second your hardware was used on the LAPD.
You can't prove nothing.
Last chance to do this friendly.
No, no, no. I got this.
See, normally, Syd is the one who would lose her cool,
and I would calm her down, but...
There's a kid involved, and I'm not playing good cop tonight.
- You're bluffing. - She can't bluff.
It's... it's a whole thing.
If you don't talk by the time I'm done,
- I'm gonna pull this trigger. - McKenna.
LAPD tracks every round that we fire,
but if one of your guns goes off...
Accidents happen, right?
- Time's up. - I never met the guy.
I just have a delivery address.
I thought you were dead.
Ooh. See? Could... could have got shot.
I said "pull the trigger."
You palmed the firing pin.
Ahh! That's dope.
All right, Grizzly Adams, what's the address?
LAPD!
Drop the... Weapon.
A ball gag?
How's she supposed to hear your safe word, dummy?
Maxwell Reuther, Claire's boss.
What was that?
I want my lawyer.
- You can keep this. - Ohh!
I'm gonna call this in. You might want to get covered up.
Okay.
- Right this way. - Where's my son?
- Ms. Smith... - Where is Kyle?
- They said you had him? - I am Captain Hirsch.
- We did have him, but... - "Did"?
What are you saying?
Where is my son?
For the past few months,
I'd seen some irregularities in a few accounts...
small stuff, but it added up over time.
I went to Cyprus to look into it.
It looked like something illegal was happening,
so I froze the accounts until I could sort it out.
I used a two-factor pass-code authenticator.
I'm the only one... who can unfreeze the money.
It's... my fault they took my son, isn't it?
My detectives searched your computer
and now have confirmation
that your boss has been doing business with the Garza cartel.
It's their money that you froze.
What's your name?
Jen.
It's for my anxiety.
No judgment.
Let me get that.
All right, here's the deal, Jen.
I know that Reuther's into some bad stuff.
I just can't prove it.
And now he's wasting what little time I do have...
To save a young boy's life.
So I need to know if you saw or heard anything tonight
that might be able to help us.
For your anxiety.
Aren't you a cop?
He just hired me to party.
He said he wanted to blow off some steam.
That's all I know.
Sorry.
Detective. You want me to take her downtown?
No, officer. I got it. Thank you.
All right, we got your statement,
so... take a lyft home
and try to make better choices.
'Cause this is dirt weed.
Reuther didn't know, but...
I-I heard him make a call.
Jen overheard a call that confirmed
Reuther armed Cruz and his boys.
And once we pressed him on the weapons,
Reuther jumped at a deal.
Set up an exchange with the cartel...
- money for Kyle. - Boom!
Then we hit them with everything we got...
- SWAT, S.I.S., HRT. - No! No good.
Cruz is smart. He wants to meet at Santa Monica pier.
Too many civilians to go in guns blazing.
It has to be low-key.
So, after the exchange, then we take down Cruz.
Too dangerous. We can't send Claire in,
add another hostage to the mix.
No, no, no. You don't send Claire.
Reuther can vouch for an undercover, right?
I mean, you can hardly pass for Kyle's mom.
No, I can't,
but... you can.
Grab a bite. It'll take a minute.
"A feminist guide to female serial killers."
Little... light reading?
My dad made me read "Little Women."
He trolls me, I troll back harder.
So, like, passive-aggressive family book club wars?
I like it.
All right. Bye.
Whoa, whoa. Slow down.
- Everything okay? - Yeah. I, um...
I just... I'm still on the clock,
and I had to pick up clothes and...
Wow.
How many cases did Howser give you?
- Jesus. - All of them.
He is retiring.
What? Really?
I-I know I said I wasn't gonna run for D.A.
until Izzy was in college, but...
Well, I mean, you're not running.
You're... interim D.A.?
Wow! That's huge!
- Yeah. - Babe!
Oh, I'm so proud of you.
We ready for this?
I've got a prosecutor dad and a cop for a stepmom.
It's like I live in a surveillance state.
They're always up in my business.
Yeah, I can relate.
My cop dad, he wasn't even around.
He's a dick.
My brother, Marcus...
...he had to look out for me,
and I... it was like
if I even thought about stepping out of line,
he was all over me, you know?
Like, it sucked.
But...
Marcus has always had my back,
and your parents are always gonna have yours.
I know Nancy makes it sound like book club is my thing,
but she loves it.
You shouldn't have bailed.
Nancy has your back, too, you know?
Let's do this.
Bye, honey. Mwah.
Be careful... Nancy.
Love you.
Listen up! We're up against the Garza cartel,
and they're holding an 11-year-old hostage.
It doesn't get any realer than this.
The exchange is set for the south side of the pier.
Mr. Reuther will introduce McKenna as Claire,
under the guise of unfreezing cartel accounts.
As soon as she has Kyle out of harm's way,
we move on Cruz and his boys.
Arrest who you can.
Bag the rest.
Okay. There's two-way coms built into these glasses.
- You good? - Yeah.
I mean, even if I can convince them I'm Claire,
Kyle's got to play along, or we're both dead.
But, yeah, otherwise, I'm pretty good.
Me and Baines will be right there.
You got this.
I got this.
Well, I think you missed your calling, Baines.
I don't think the hot-dog stand used this sign.
- Did you do this? - I'll never tell.
Heads in the game. We're on.
Cruz is approaching.
I'm sorry about...
Shut up.
Sit down.
So, you're the one that caused so much trouble.
I want my money.
I want my son.
No sign of Kyle.
Okay, I entered the request.
Claire will get a one-time response code on her cell.
- That's it? - Mm-hmm.
Take a walk, Reuther.
Have a seat, mami.
Where's Kyle?
After.
No.
I want to see my son first.
Oh, thank God.
There's a gun on Kyle.
All right, guys.
Get ready to move.
Hey, baby. Mommy's here.
Everything's gonna be okay.
I want to go home...
Mom.
You got your money.
Good.
McKenna, look out!
He's got Kyle!
Gun!
Show me your hands!
Don't move! Stay down!
Get the kid!
I don't see him.
Come on, kid.
LAPD! Don't move!
Back off, or we all go up!
Okay.
There's no reason to be scared, Kyle, okay?
He's just some tough guy.
I'm not going anywhere.
Hey!
Grenade!
Get back!
Syd!
I lost the watch.
What?
You sure?
What's this?
Thank you.
Oh, yeah.
It's all her.
Yo! Baines!
Come on, man. We lost the bet. McKenna gets the hellcat.
This is getting weird, man.
Seriously?
I need a minute to say goodbye.
You want me to sing you some Boyz II Men or something?
Let's go, seriously.
Ah! Dang!
Come on, man. Help me with this paperwork.
I only got one arm.
Syd, I'm worried.
Look, you know you don't have to tell me.
What's going on with you?
Five years ago, the DEA had me investigating Gabriel Knox.
I was undercover in his organization,
and my cover got blown.
I don't even remember what happened that night,
just what the doctors told me...
...that I was tortured,
shot, and left for dead.
But all I remember is waking up in a hospital, feeling...
...really empty.
I was pregnant.
Syd, you don't have to...
I'm trying to be a person,
like you suggested.
Family stuff...
...that's a little hard for me.
Knox disappeared after that.
You think he's here in L.A.
And Ray Sherman knows how to find him.
We have to trust each other.
No more secrets.
Deal?
Deal.
I need to borrow your car.
What's wrong with your bike?
Is that a "no"?
These people are dangerous.
Yeah? Me, too.
Sherman's not gonna talk
as long as Knox is protecting him.
You can't keep going after him.
When I'm done, I won't have to go after him.
He's gonna come to me.
You're just one woman.
Damn right.
Hey, sleepy-head.
What do you say to brunch?
I've got somewhere to be. Um...
The to-go cups are... they're... they're right over there.
I'm... I'm not sure how you missed it.
Thank you, doll. That's so sweet of you.
McKenna.
We need to talk about your partner.
You can't just call me.
I don't answer to you.
With what I know, of course you do.
Oh, that is long over.
It's in the past.
Funny thing about the past.
Never seems to stay behind you.
I told him not to call,
but you know Ray.
Dante?
Your partner crossed the line.
Calling me is crossing the line.
Don't do it again.
How'd she look?
Same.
Well-developed but slightly terrified.
Huh.
Everything okay?
Yeah. Perfect.
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