The Rookie

What seems to be the trouble?

I was walking Ozzy

past the Millers, and he started freaking out.

He's a retired bomb dog from the TSA.

He definitely smelled some explosives inside.

Okay. Thank you. We will take it from here.

Control, 7-Adam-15 requesting bomb squad

at 4312 Moreland Street.

Ma'am, step back.

Ready? Yeah.

Police!

Yes? Can I help you?

Woman: Boy!

[ Car alarm blaring, dog barking ]

Woman: Are you okay?!

Man: What happened?

Some more gender reveal mayhem.

They used C-4 to set it off.

Seven other guests are in the ER

being treated for glitter-related injuries.

Most of those occurred when the second device went off.

They're having twins.

Boy and a girl.

Remember when we used to be able to eat

nothing but French fries and still have abs?

Oh, I was never blessed with your metabolism.

Took joining the police

to get in tip-top shape.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Just got a little speedy there for a second.

Too much coffee?

None, actually.

I cut back. It was getting me too amped up.

Put this on.

Oh. No, I'm good. It's alright.

Doctor's orders.

If you insist.

Let me see.

Wow. That's high for a man in tip-top shape.

When's the last time that you had a full physical?

Two months ago, and it was all good.

Are you under a lot of stress?

Right. Stupid question.

I mean, but -- but how your body handles

a high-stress lifestyle is based on your physiology.

Is that a fancy way of saying I'm old?

Well, I mean, maybe a little.

Most cops enter the job in their 20s,

when they can handle the stress hormones.

And French fries. And French fries.

By the time the cops are in their 40s,

I mean, they're trained in stress management.

But you jumped into the deep end.

Yeah, but I've handled stress before --

I mean, late mortgage payments, failed marriage.

Of course. But being shot at on a daily basis is different.

No.

Keep this on for the week. Alright?

I want to track how your pulse races.

My instincts are that it happens more than you realize.

Hey! Stay!

Stay!

Kojo! Oh, Kojo, Kojo!

Come here. Check this out. What's this?

Ohh, what a good boy!

Are you so excited to meet Jackson?

Aah! You're such -- What is happening?

Okay, so, do you remember...

...how I was looking to get a dog?

No.

Yeah, dogs are super helpful for trauma recovery.

I filled out the applications to foster Kojo,

and they just dropped him off.

Oh, oh. It's okay, it's okay.

Um, so we have a dog now.

Yeah. Isn't it great?

Yeah.

Kojo, let's go for a walk. Come on.

Okay. Go on. Okay, let's let Jackson sleep.

He's so strong.

Come on! Good boy!

Yeah!

Alright. Let's get started.

First things first, let's welcome

Detective Armstrong back from vacation, huh?

Ah, yeah, thank you.

Okay, look.

Before I get started with the morning's business,

I just want to thank everyone again

for all their hard work in the Rosalind Dyer case.

That was a... difficult time.

Now...

you all have printouts of the latest developments

from the detective tables.

But I want to go over one item.

A federal operation is launching in Filipino Town,

so until further notice, all marked units

are to stay clear of Alvarado, between Montrose and the 101.

Anything we should be aware of?

Not according to the FBI,

but, you know, they ain't big on sharing,

so if you need to contact anybody in that area,

run them through LA CLEAR

and notify your supervisor immediately.

Officer Nolan.

Can you enlighten us on what LA CLEAR is?

Yes, sir --

I'm sorry. You need to get that?

Uh, it's not my phone, sir. That's just a fitness tracker.

I have it set to alert me

when my heart rate increases rapidly.

I'm tracking my stress.

Just learning how to manage it better.

Do I stress you out, Officer Nolan?

No, sir.

LA CLEAR is the largest deconfliction database

for law enforcement in the West.

And what does that mean, Officer West?

Every federal, state, and local covert operation

is monitored there to prevent duplication of efforts

or blue-on-blue situations.

And can you access LA CLEAR, Officer Chen?

No, sir.

For security reasons,

all access is reserved for higher-level officers.

Bottom line, this is a very serious tool,

and we don't call unless the stakes are high.

Anything less, figure it out.

Okay, people, that's it.

Oh.

And if anyone has advice for Officer Nolan

on how to deal with stress...

...I'm sure he'd appreciate suggestions.

I try and dance at least 20 minutes a day.

Target practice.

And the "Great British Baking Show."

Hell if I know.

I wrecked my family from the stress I was under.

The larger the caliber, the better.

Oh, and prioritize the holiday episodes.

Meditation will change your life.

Goat yoga.

What yoga?

You got to find a way to turn your brain off --

lift weights, play ball, paint a picture.

Doesn't matter what it is, just that you focus completely.

The most important thing is to identify the source

of your stress and confront it head-on.

Trust me, I'm living proof of what this job can take from you

if you don't.

Good advice. Thank you.

Alright.

Uh, Nick, um...

in the interest of confronting things head-on,

Rosalind said something to me the last time I saw her.

I hate to even bring it up.

Let it fly. I'm in a good place.

She said she had one more secret --

about you.

And that...it was bad.

You warned me not to let her get back into my head,

and you turned around and let her get into yours.

She is playing you, John.

I'm all out of secrets.

That's what I thought. Thank you.

I'm sorry I even mentioned it.

You're just practicing what I preached.

You're welcome.

Getting a dog is a big mistake.

I don't remember asking you.

Well, tough. It's my job to train you how to succeed.

And adding a dependent is only gonna distract you.

Oh, yeah?

How 'bout a cute, snuggly dependent?

Not the point.

Who's watching the dog while you're working?

I paid a neighbor.

And Jackson's fine with it?

Of course. Why wouldn't he be?

She should've asked me.

Did you say anything?

I mean, after everything she went through? Absolutely not.

Then what are you complaining about?

She should've consulted me. I'm her roommate.

Probably, but it's her apartment.

She's the one on the lease.

So you're saying I don't have a leg to stand on?

Pretty much.

Just face it -- you don't like dogs.

Wrong. I love dogs.

I just think they're a lot of responsibility,

and I'm not sure you're ready for it.

Oh!