Previously on "The Rookie"..
Bianca? Right?
You're gonna become an informant.
I've been instructing Officer West
about how patrol can leverage lower-level criminals.
Perhaps earn some goodwill
prior to your detectives exam?
- What's wrong? - Jason is in ICU.
Think this will move you down the list?
Are you kidding? I'm off the list.
Ripper.
- You used to hang with Eva. - Yeah, for a minute.
- Because she stole from me. - We got to get in there.
Eva already caught her beating.
But since you're feeling so generous,
I do have a job you could help with.
- Whoa! - That's my old man.
- Walk away. - Make me.
See you around.
Mr. Singer. Step out, please.
Releasing me so soon?
I was just getting comfortable.
Nope. It's lineup time.
But don't worry. Once you get ID'd, you'll have
plenty of time to get comfortable in prison.
Let's go.
If I'm ID'd.
Take your place... Position three.
Four is my lucky number.
Can I do that one instead?
No.
How you doing, Officer?
Number one, step forward.
Number two, step forward.
Number three, step forward.
We don't want you to guess.
It's better to not identify anyone
than the wrong person.
I'm sorry.
I'm just not sure.
It's okay. We appreciate your help.
Thank you.
Officer Chen, release the lineup.
You were saying something about a "long-term" stay?
She ID you?
Nope. Hit 'em hard, drive away fast.
They never get a good look.
Best part is,
her fine-ass ride's gonna earn me 10K, easy.
Open the cell!
- He confess? - Yeah.
- Nice. - Wait! That's entrapment!
Uh, you're wrong.
There's no legal expectation of privacy within a police station.
Anything you say here can be used against you.
Hit 'em hard, drive away fast.
Right into the shower, I hope.
- You stink. - I don't stink.
My character stinks.
Honestly, I think that we should stick with it.
They say it gets good after episode 12.
Oh. So only nine more hours of being bored out of my mind.
Pass.
I like it.
I think it's subtle
and nuanced.
I suppose you'd rather watch "Action Heist"?
Any day.
Okay, they have a shark attack on an elevator, Sterling.
And it was awesome.
You know what? It doesn't even matter what we watch,
because I won't be looking at the screen anyway.
- Sugarfish? You guys are the best! - W...
- Come on, let me in! Let me in! - Uh...
I thought you were hanging out with Rachel tonight.
Yeah, no.
I canceled because tonight
is a new episode of "Action Heist."
Bam!
Previously on "Action Heist"...
Lastly, the brass wants us to increase
our social media presence within the community.
We're cops, not influencers.
Like it or not, Officer Bradford, you're both.
A strong relationship with the public,
makes us all safer.
So let's show them we're people, too.
Get out there, take a few selfies.
- Yes, Officer Nolan? - Back in Foxburg,
I knew most of the cops by name.
Because there were four of them.
Five, but the number didn't matter.
It's just that they spent most of their time on foot.
I mean, how are we supposed to take a selfie
with someone, when we're trapped
in our shop most of the day?
That's a good point.
We do spend too much time
locked inside our shops.
New plan.
Everyone spends the morning on foot patrol.
Good one, Officer Nolan.
- I can tell what you're thinking. - Doubt it.
You're working out how to kill me
without your body cam catching it.
Yeah, actually that is what I was thinking.
Mommy! Policeman!
Hi, there, buddy. What's your name?
Sam. Is that a real gun?
It sure is.
- Can I hold it? - Oh!
No. That's, uh... That's against the rules.
But I do have some stickers here for you.
- Thanks! - You bet, buddy. Have a good day.
See? That was great!
There are four felonies an hour in Los Angeles.
But, no, that was a good use of time.
I've got no problem with community engagement.
Citizens play a vital role in policing.
The more they like us, the more they help us.
That's a surprisingly enlightened attitude.
Yo... Yo, officers.
Uh, I got a legal question.
Sorry, we're not real cops. We're extras.
There's a movie shoot down the street.
Oh.
Cool. Thanks.
What am I? Google?
Do your own research.
Look, don't get me wrong.
I love hanging out with Lucy and...
I know she's, like, slow-rolling back
to the dating scene, but...
I miss my boyfriend.
- So tell her that. - I can't.
She's still in, like, a delicate place.
Then forget about having any alone time
in the foreseeable future.
7-Adam-07,
attaching you to a possible 187.
Husband arrived home to find
wife bleeding and unresponsive.
- Detectives en route. - Thank God.
7-Adam-07, show us responding.
How much did you pay Dispatch
to give us the first call?
A bottle of Wesley's fancy wine.
So worth it.
Police!
Police officers! Is there anyone here?
Jackson.
Sir?
I came home to surprise her.
Who would've done this?
7-Adam-07, Code 4 at our location.
Copy. Detectives are on their way.
Sir, you have to let her go and come with us.
Come on.
- What do we got? - Watch him.
Detective Calderon, we just got here. We have...
What's he doing here?
This is a crime scene. He's a suspect.
- Yes, ma'am, we were just about... - Forget it.
I'll deal with him.
You two, go and canvass the neighbors.
What's her problem?
I have no idea.
Say "Waste of Police Resources."
Cheese!
Thank you, sir.
We'll be sure to tag you in the post.
You know...
Attitude is everything.
Drug deal.
Without the shop,
there's no way we can roll up on them
without them seeing us.
Wrong.
Put your hand over your collar, like this.
You're saying if we cover our badges,
they're not gonna notice us?
Yep. Watch.
Hi, there!
Cops!
Bianca?
John.
I can explain.
You just got your 30-day chip.
I know, I know.
But I'm making minimum wage.
My mom's sick, and the medication's expensive.
That's rough. You're under arrest.
Please, I can help, like last time.
You mean when you bailed out the window,
and then you OD'd?
Yeah, that was such a help.
Hook her up.
- Turn around. - It's different now, okay?
I'm clean.
I know about a huge score.
A ton of fentanyl.
Don't lie to me, Bianca.
I would never lie to you, John.
Who's selling the fentanyl?
- Uh, Curtis. - Curtis have a last name?
I don't know it,
but everyone calls him Ripper.
Do you think Rachel's disappointed
I canceled last night?
Don't know.
Man, I felt bad.
She found this bartender
that tailors cocktails to your astrological sign.
It sounded cool. I just...
I was tired, and I needed a night in.
She gets that, right?
You might find this surprising but,
we don't talk about you.
- Ever. - Wow.
Police!
Control, 7-Adam-19.
- Requesting an RA unit. - He came out of nowhere!
Palmetto and Mateo.
Head verse vehicle. CT.
Okay, stay still.
Oh, man, I think it got into an artery.
There's a lot of blood.
- Okay. - Aah!
Here.
You can use this scarf, and pen,
to make a tourniquet.
Thank you.
Place it two inches above the wound.
Okay.
Alright, the bleeding's stopped.
Am I gonna get a badge for this?
So...
- Been hanging with Bianca? - Hanging?
Well, I got her into a program.
Kept an eye on her.
Pulled back once she got clean.
Didn't want her to get confused.
I don't think that worked.
Girl just got arrested,
but she seems more upset
that she disappointed you.
I didn't see that.
I did.
Still...
I wonder if she would've slipped if I'd been around.
Don't do that.
This is on her, not you.
So, you sure this tip is solid?
I know how badly you want to get Ripper.
Judge thought so.
Gave us a no-knock warrant based on Nolan's CI.
Bianca insists Ripper is sitting
on a huge supply of fentanyl.
I didn't know he was that big of a player.
He didn't used to be.
Looks like he's making a move for the big time.
You ready, Sergeant?
Alright. Let's go get this guy.
What the hell?
DEA.
Who's in charge here?
- Michael? - Nyla?
I heard you were back on patrol,
but I didn't believe it.
Okay, can we do this reunion thing
after you tell me
why you just landed in my operation?
Because you're about to blow my operation.
So I'm shutting you down.
Nine minutes, Lang?
You guys are usually much faster than that.
Bradford's your TO?
- Yeah. - My condolences.
That's what everyone says.
- Emmett. - Lucy.
All this over a few boxes
- of Marsh Yellows? - Right?
They couldn't get Pim-Pams?
- Who made the tourniquet? - I did!
Officer Lucy helped.
Well, excellent work!
Thank you.
Uh... help.
Oh. Right.
In early September,
our sources in Mexico
identified a shipment of fentanyl,
being driven from Michoac�n,
across the border into California.
Rather than stopping it,
we decided to follow the drugs,
use the intel we collected
to arrest the entire smuggling network.
A controlled delivery.
That's what you used to do undercover.
Yes, Agent Banks and I worked together on them,
on the Narcotics Task Force.
Nyla was the most hardcore UC I've ever seen.
She could lie to God Himself and get away with it.
You don't say.
That's surprising, 'cause she always tells me the truth.
- Right, Detective? - Absolutely, sir.
The truck was ambushed in the desert outside Ocotillo.
We were monitoring with satellites.
Seven minutes later,
the entire shipment was gone.
And you think Ripper stole it.
We don't think it.
We know it.
So, why'd you shut us down?
'Cause the drugs aren't stored
at the location that you were about to hit.
Where are they?
You don't know,
which is why you're talking to us right now.
We've been on Ripper and his crew for two weeks.
They haven't gone near the fentanyl.
So, what kind of weight are we talking?
20 kilos, uncut.
Street value... Roughly $10 million.
That is a morgue full of ODs in the making.
So, what's the plan to keep it off the street?
Honestly, we didn't have one,
till we got wind of your warrant.
You've given us a way in...
Your CI.
We can use her to introduce me
as a straw buyer to Ripper.
Uh, all due respect, sir,
I-I don't think Bianca's ready for that.
Then you can make her ready.
Every hour that goes by,
increases the risk
that those drugs end up on the street.
Detective Calderon.
We're done with the canvass.
Neighbors report seeing a suspicious vehicle
speeding down the street around 11:00 a.m.
Now, the guy on the corner identified it
as a blue sedan, said he's never seen it
in the neighborhood before.
- And...? - And the timeline fits the TOD.
Plus, it's a cul-de-sac.
They don't get a lot of random traffic
- driving through here. - That's weak, Officer Lopez,
even if we didn't already have a prime suspect.
The husband?
Patrol has responded to six domestics,
at this residence over the past three years.
Then there's the withdrawal slip
I found in the victim's purse.
Mrs. Cook took $100,000 in cash,
from their account first thing this morning.
My guess is she was getting ready,
to leave her abusive husband, but he found out,
stopped her in her tracks permanently.
- Where's the money? - Don't know yet.
Husband might have hid it,
or the victim did before she came home
to get the rest of her stuff.
Either way, we're done here.
I still think we should follow up on the car.
Are you the detective here, Officer Lopez?
- No, ma'am. - If I need more scut work,
I'll call you.
- You sure you're up for this? - Yeah.
Okay, this isn't just a handoff, Bianca.
You have to look Ripper in the eye
and make him believe you have a buyer for the drugs.
I know. I can do it.
Okay. Prove it.
Sell me.
- What? - Now.
Okay.
H-Hey, Ripper.
I heard you scored some fentanyl.
- Heard from where? - You know.
No, I don't know.
People.
Anyway, I got you a buyer out of Chicago.
Kansas City, not Chicago.
What difference does it make?
Because Kansas City,
is where the DEA set up the fake buyer.
I'm sorry.
I'll do better.
I promise I won't let you down.
Okay, this isn't about me, Bianca.
One wrong word,
and Ripper will kill you.
I love how much you care about me.
Stay here.
David, will you watch her for a minute?
Thank you.
Excuse me, sir.
Do you have a minute?
Sure. Everything good to go with your CI?
Uh... actually, no.
Bianca's a mess.
I think Ripper will see right through her.
You tell Agent Banks?
Not yet, but there's more.
Um...
Uh, it's become clear to me that,
uh, Bianca feels that the concern
I've shown for her
means that I have feelings for her.
Yeah, yeah, that is a problem.
And I've tried to maintain boundaries,
but it's...
Apparent I've failed.
No, no, no. It's not your fault.
CIs, by definition, are in crisis.
They've endured a series of hardships,
and made a lot of bad choices,
to end up in this station.
Then we come along and help them back up,
giving them the first sympathetic ear
that some of them have ever had.
If you think Bianca's unprepared, you got to pull her.
- I can do that? - She's your CI,
which means it's your call,
even as a rookie.
But know this...
Agent Banks will be pissed.
Agent Banks?
Good. Let's wire her up.
She's not up for this.
Yes, I am.
No. You're not.
As Bianca's handler,
it's my decision whether to put her in harm's way,
and I can't allow her to proceed
with this operation.
You can't?
I make one phone call,
you'll never put on that uniform again.
So wire her ass up.
No, sir.
And If you pull your head out of your ass for a minute,
you'll see that I'm right.
If Ripper thinks for one second this is a setup,
you'll lose your only chance to intercept those drugs,
and the ODs that will follow...
Those will be on your head.
Get her out of here.
Let's go.
Why are you sending me away?
Because you're confused about things.
- No, I want to help you! - Stop.
I'm your handler, not your friend.
Then why did you take me to NA?
Help me find a job?
That's what cops do with their CIs.
Alright, we show a little kindness,
to help keep you in line.
Now, I should've been clearer about that. That's on me.
But you need to get the idea out of your head,
that I have feelings for you.
Thank you so much. I'll give these to the nurses.
Oh, she got you good.
Yeah,
- that Emily kid's a hustler. - Uh-huh.
I'm handing them out to my favorite nurses,
- so I don't have to eat them all. - Oh, man,
I do not have that kind of will power.
I'm gonna eat three boxes,
while I binge-watch "Action Heist" tonight.
- Whoa, hold on. You watch that? - Yes.
Man, I love that show!
The second Harry showed up with that mustache,
- I knew he was... - He was the evil twin!
- Yes! - Yeah,
mustache equals evil.
That's Bad Guy 101.
Exactly.
- Yeah. - Good work.
Well...
if you like action and heists,
there happens to be a Rupert Payne marathon,
at the Aero.
And I have an extra ticket for Saturday night,
if you wanna...
Come with me.
Cool.
Um...
Actually, Saturday is bad for me.
But, uh...
Thank you for asking.
Of course.
Let's hit it, Boot.
- Later, Lang. - Alright, Bradford.
Lucy.
He seems nice.
Sure.
Do you know him well?
Play a little pickup basketball together.
Oh.
- No. - What?
- No. Forget it. - What?!
Your social life is not my responsibility.
I learned that lesson the hard way.
You wanna vet Emmett,
you go to somebody else.
It was the right call.
I know.
But since your boot pulled the plug on my way in...
we're gonna need a new one.
Uh, I don't have any CIs that fit the bill, but...
I can ask Narcotics.
We don't have time for that.
Ripper could flip the shipment this afternoon.
I need someone that Ripper knows...
Someone,
who can lie to God Himself.
- Mike. - Come on.
Mi...
You saved my ass before.
I wouldn't ask if lives weren't at stake.
This isn't months undercover. It's a quick in-and-out.
Look, even if I were to say yes,
Ripper knows Crystal as a junkie.
There's no way he would trust me
to act as a go-between.
True.
You'd need someone to pose as a link,
to the Kansas City buyer.
Ideally, Ripper would already know them.
Nolan!
What's up?
We've got a new plan to get Ripper.
I'm going in as Crystal.
And you're coming with me.
What are you doing?
I ran that blue car through the CGIC,
and got a bunch of hits.
Look at this.
Lopez.
I hear you've been pulling robbery files?
Yes, ma'am.
Even though I told you to stand down.
Yes, ma'am.
Here's the thing, Nancy Drew.
Your little hunch,
the files you pulled, the notes you're writing...
All of that is discoverable.
I know you're sleeping with the enemy,
but I didn't think you'd be one of them yourself.
Sleeping with the enemy?
This is about Wesley?
Joanna Kelly.
Murdered coming home from school back in '18.
Took us months for us to crack,
but we had him cold.
And then your boyfriend gets it tossed,
on some procedural crap.
If you'd done the work to make
the case bulletproof, he wouldn't
- have been able to. - What did you say?
- You heard me. - Hey! Hey!
Let's call it a night, yeah?
Listen to your boot.
There were three other burglaries
in the same vicinity as this murder.
At all of them, a blue sedan was seen leaving the scene.
- That's thin. - Except that each victim,
also withdrew a large sum of
cash from the same bank
the same day they were robbed.
It's all in here.
So, unless you want to get embarrassed
on the stand again, you should take a look,
Detective.
Well.
Look who it is.
Nice place.
Crown jewel of my empire.
How's the food?
Oh, it's great,
especially if you hate your colon.
Yeah.
But, uh, bet you got one of those Michigan stars
for laundering money, am I right?
Yeah, you know,
I was surprised you called.
Especially after the way we left it, you know?
Yeah, no, I get that,
but, um...
Money trumps a grudge any day.
- Hmm. - And, uh...
I got a deal,
that's gonna make us both a lot of it.
I don't do deals with tweakers.
I wouldn't either, but...
- That ain't me no more. - Mm.
You see, my old man, he got me clean.
So now I'm on the supply side.
So, what, you, uh...
You want a job?
Nah.
Huh.
I heard you came across a big-time load of fentanyl.
You heard?
Right.
Who told you that?
Dude.
It's all over the street.
- Hmm. - But today is your lucky day.
Hmm.
Because I got a buyer for it all.
Mm-hmm. A heavy hitter outta Kansas City.
- Kansas City. - Yeah.
And who's this heavy hitter? Hmm?
- He's my old man's cousin. - Hmm.
They grew up together.
They did time together.
But, yo, he is solid,
and he is eager,
to buy everything you have got.
He's eager?
Ohh.
I'll pass.
Throw her out.
- Don't be an idiot, yo! - Let's go.
Y-You bit off way more than you can chew...
Ripping off a damn cartel?!
You trying to move weight you ain't even got
the manpower to step on.
I am trying to put millions in your pocket
and your problems in your rearview.
But you know what?
Nah, you right. Throw my ass out.
How do I know you're for real?
Huh?
Let's go meet my old man in the back.
Just you.
Just me?
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
After you.
You expect me to believe you got millions,
driving around in this low-rent ride?
I thought you told me he was smart.
What's that mean?
You wanna be a cop magnet? Drive around in a flashy car.
You learn that in KC?
Working corners in Brookside?
I look like a Brookside guy to you?
I'm from Blue Parkway.
And before you start quizzing me on ribs,
it's LC's all the way.
Alright.
Just had to check.
Okay, so, can we talk numbers now?
20 keys uncut.
Selling at 400 per.
Hell no.
Nah, 250.
We're buying your entire load, so we ain't paying retail.
300.
Best and final.
That's a million, just to prove we're for real.
Alright.
Careful.
Relax, KC.
It's a sample.
But cut that at least five times
before you taste it, or whoever does,
will be dead before they hit the floor.
- So, it's a deal. - Maybe.
We still got to do a little background check,
on your man here.
Alright.
Well, you got my number.
But you make us wait too long, it goes back to 250.
Is this gonna work?
If Banks doesn't screw up your paper trail.
And if he does?
We pray the body count doesn't include us.
Hey!
Um, so, I texted Sterling.
We are going to binge-watch "The Bachelor"
and eat all of these cookies.
Yeah, Lucy, look...
No, please. I cannot watch "The Cardinal" again.
It is so boring.
"A"... It is subtle and nuanced.
- Mm... - But, "B", look...
It's not even about what we watch.
Okay.
Sterling and I,
love hanging out with you,
but...
We really need our alone time, too.
Oh, my God. I am the third wheel.
Uh, beautiful, talented, badass
- third wheel. - I...
Chen.
Grey needs another team on the DEA op.
- You wanna put in some OT? - Sure, yeah.
I'm not doing anything.
- I'll go get changed. - Alright, let's go.
Hey, Lucy.
- We're okay, right? - Yeah, yeah.
Why wouldn't we be?
Now what?
I went through the file...
All the evidence you gathered.
And it only took two phone calls
to ID the bank teller
who handled all the
cash withdrawals for Mrs. Cook,
and the other victims.
Which means, you were right.
And I owe you an apology.
Yeah, you do.
You're not gonna be gracious about this, are you?
Why should I be? You were out of line.
Fair enough, but there is a teller,
in interrogation.
You think you got what it takes
to get a confession out of this guy?
Watch me.
Oh!
Finally, someone's gonna tell me what I'm doing here.
Sorry to keep you, Mr. Dugan.
We just need your help with a case we're investigating.
Yeah. Of course. It's just, you know,
I have someplace to be, so...
- I'll try and move things along. - Great.
Do any of these people look familiar?
Nope.
They're all customers at your bank.
Okay. If you say so.
In fact, they all made large withdrawals
and got robbed later that same day.
I'm sorry. W-W.
What does this have to do with me?
I was just hoping you might have
some insight on your fellow employees.
- Oh. - Are any of them
having financial problems?
Uh, Candice is always stressed about money.
She's moving back in with her mom.
And Roy drinks, a lot.
What kind of car do you drive?
What? My car? A Honda.
What color?
I'm sorry, but I do have to go.
- It's... - One last thing.
I understand that you waited
on Mrs. Cook this morning.
That isn't Mrs. Coo...
So, you do know the victims.
No. U-Uh, I mean...
Y-yes. I-I-I...
Maybe you should sit down, Mr. Dugan.
I was at the crime scene.
It's clear Mrs. Cook fought back,
before she was killed.
Are we gonna find marks under your sleeves?
Can I give you a little advice, Mr. Dugan?
- Sure. - You'll feel better when you confess.
I have nothing to confess to.
Okay.
Listen to me.
All that stress and fear you're feeling...
The overwhelming need to vomit...
That's never gonna go away
until you tell the truth.
So, tell me...
...did you mean to kill her?
It was an accident.
She surprised me.
And... And... And I-I... I didn't want to...
I need you to write that all down,
exactly how it happened.
Why hasn't Ripper called to confirm the meeting yet?
He's doing his homework,
making sure the story checks out.
...got a lot on the line here.
I'll tell him you said so.
What if I blew it?
- Okay. - You didn't.
Alright. Good.
Speak of the devil.
Ripper. What's up?
Hey. You and your boys check out.
- Tell me something I don't know. - Deal's on.
Meet me behind Rock N Roll Ralph's tomorrow.
- 11:00 a.m. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We'll be seeing you.
See? Told you he'd call.
Don't get excited yet, Boot.
We still have a long night ahead of us,
making sure that he does not change his mind
and sell the drugs out from under us.
You up for a coffee run, Officer Nolan?
Uh, yeah, sure. Coffee?
Wouldn't be a proper stakeout without coffee.
I'm on it.
First round's on me.
You bet.
I mean, obviously,
I've been using Jackson and Sterling as a crutch.
Together, they kind of make the,
perfect boyfriend.
More importantly, they're safe, and...
Who are you talking to?
Rachel.
Hey.
Just going for a coffee run.
- Can I get you guys anything? - Uh,
chai tea latte, please.
This is a stakeout. He's not going to Starbucks.
Two coffees. Black.
I'll try to find you some vanilla creamer.
Rachel? I'm back.
Yeah, I totally see what they're saying,
and... and they're right.
I don't know if I'm ready.
It's...
Oh.
Hello?
Rachel is in a staff meeting,
which means you are talking to no one.
Not no one.
Me.
I talk things out to process them,
and I knew you wouldn't do it with me.
- So... - Why would you even care what I think?
What?
The last time I gave you romantic advice,
I-I pushed you towards Caleb and...
You almost died.
That's...
That's ridiculous.
There was no reason to suspect anything.
What happened...
What happened wasn't your fault.
W-Wasn't mine, either.
Look, I-I wouldn't ask your advice,
if I didn't value your opinion.
You can do better than Emmett.
What?
Why... Why would you say that?
He's a firefighter, for God's sakes.
- I know! He's hot! - Okay, no. No.
See, if you're gonna act all contrarian,
I am done with this conversation.
I'm not being a contrarian.
You know, I-I think you're
threatened by his hunkiness.
- Hunkiness? - Mm-hmm.
That's not even a word.
This is nice.
Working together again.
Reminds me of the old days.
Except back then, I would be the one
in the house with the target, wearing the wire.
I like this better.
Having you close.
Are you flirting with me?
No.
I just, think your talents
are being wasted back on patrol.
Really?
'Cause I got talents you don't even know about.
Now you're flirting with me.
So, tell me...
Why is it we never hooked up?
'Cause I was married.
Yeah.
Well, you're not married anymore.
Hot coffee is...
- You want me to come back later? - No.
Give me the damn coffee.
Whoa. We got a bogey.
Neighbor?
Seems nervous. Keeps moving around.
Could it be one of Ripper's carriers?
Doubt it.
No backpack, no bag.
It's Bianca.
What the hell is she doing here?
Double-crossing us.
That would be suicide.
Ripper would know it was her that gave him up.
What was that quote about a woman scorned?
Uh, point to all units.
Be advised a friendly just walked into the target house.
Repeat, friendly is on scene.
Can we get some audio on this?
What the hell do you want?
The cops are onto you.
Say that again?
I said the cops are onto you.
How much do they know?
I don't know.
See anything?
No. But that doesn't mean they're not out there.
We've been made. We got to get in there.
Negative. We hold here.
Ow! Let go of me!
Screw that!
- Nolan's right. He's gonna kill her. - You gave me up!
He's not gonna kill her in his house.
If he thought we were onto him, he'd...
Create a distraction, make a run for it.
He's making a run for it.
Negative. That's a decoy vehicle.
He's looking to split our resources,
and our perimeter.
All units, stay with the house.
Prepare to make entry, 10 seconds.
Decoy could be going for the drugs.
Bradford, Chen.
Let the SUV get out of the area,
and then stop that vehicle.
7-Adam-19,
suspect vehicle spotted heading east on Midland.
Pursuing.
C-side perimeter, hold.
All other units, collapse on our location.
Be aware, we are initiating entry.
Shots fired.
Calling for backup, airship. Code 3.
- Ready? - Ready.
- At least one of them went upstairs. - Go.
Aah!
Go.
Nolan! You okay?
I'm good. Still clearing upstairs.
Downstairs clear. No Ripper. No Bianca.
They're in the decoy vehicle.
7-Adam-19, be advised.
Ripper is in the decoy vehicle.
I repeat, he is in the decoy vehicle.
Coming up on the vehicle
heading northeast on Beaudry,
approaching 4th Street intersection.
Chen.
You okay?
Yeah, I think so.
Harper, Bradford.
Go to Harper. Was Ripper in the SUV?
Unknown. We got ambushed by a second vehicle.
Brown pickup truck.
Both vehicles got away.
Ripper's gonna head straight for the fentanyl.
He'll kill Bianca.
I thought you ID'd all of Ripper's crew.
- So, who was in the intercept vehicle? - No idea.
We've only been up on Ripper
since he hijacked the shipment.
New guy must have been laying low on purpose,
staying close to the drugs.
How could they possibly coordinate
- an intercept so quickly? - Cellphone.
We're up on all of Ripper's phones.
Not the burners.
Looks like he buys them in bulk.
If we can find the number Ripper used,
we can ping his location.
It's the only empty box. That's got to be the one.
Call the phone carrier.
Tell them we have an in-progress,
life-threatening, exigent circumstance.
Boss, I'm in bad shape.
I think my leg's broken.
You shouldn't have hit 'em straight on.
Now you're a problem for me.
No!
I don't see
Bianca. We need to get in there.
Not until we locate the fentanyl.
Boss.
Boss!
Let's drop this chick and get outta here.
Go ahead.
Police!
Get those hands up!
Crystal.
You even twitch towards that gun,
and it'll be the last thing you do.
I knew you were all wrong.
No, you didn't.
Turn around!
Thank God.
I was so scared.
Put your hands on the car.
What are you doing?
Arresting you.
Wait. No.
I screwed up.
I was hurt, angry.
Look, I just lost my mind.
I'm sorry.
I am, too.
Alright.
We've gotta stop meeting like this.
That's not funny.
- Hi. - It's a little funny.
Let me see.
It's not that deep.
You got lucky.
Um...
Can I tell you something?
Well, I like to think
that we have that kind of relationship.
I, uh...
I lied about being busy on Saturday.
My social life is kinda complicated right now.
No worries.
But just so that you know,
when it gets less complicated,
I'll still be interested.
Oh! Ow!
Oh, don't be such a baby.
- Come on. - I'm not a baby!
You're acting like it right now.
Okay, watch how tough I am.
Nice job tonight.
Thanks.
Hey.
You ever thought about becoming a detective?
I took the exam last year.
Scored in the top three, but...
Then I fell down on a case, lost my luster.
Well, I might be able to smooth that over.
Get you back on the fast track if you want.
Seriously?
Yeah.
Then I'd have to take back all the nasty things
I said about you.
Yes, you would.
I'll be in touch.
Hear me out.
As a case officer.
No more undercover.
Company car,
government plane at your disposal 24-7.
Any other, uh, perks?
Well, you'd be working closely with me.
Hmm.
That is tempting.
I'm gonna have to say no.
I just got my life back on track.
And that plane you're offering
also comes with 3:00 a.m. phone calls
and 15-hour days, and...
I'm happy, Mike.
Happier than I've been in a really long time.
So, uh, I'm gonna say no...
To the job.
But I wouldn't say no to dinner.
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You okay?
Yes, sir.
Officer Nolan.
It's okay to feel bad about what happened.
Even though you didn't do anything wrong.
Yes, sir.
I'm gonna do something I never thought I would.
I'm gonna buy you a beer.
Sir. Wow.
I'm touched that you would even offer...
You gonna make this weird?
- 'Cause I can take it back. - No.
I'm shutting up about it right now.
You want to grab a bite to eat, too?
Because there's...
You know what? Just a beer.
That's fine. I'm busy, too.