The Rookie

Previously on "The Rookie"...

What's all this?

I'm studying for the detective's exam.

Monica.

She's smart, fairly ruthless,

and God forbid you leave the toilet seat up.

Celina, look out!

It seems obvious that they were targeted.

- Bailey! -

Leah!

Hi. Oh.

Angela had the baby. It's a girl.

- Hey. - Hey.

What's happening?

The list of possible masterminds,

you were at the bottom.

Weaponizing Luke Moran against the LAPD

has driven every cop in the city away from our target.

By the time they realize the damage we've done,

we'll be long gone.

Shots fired.

I am pinned down out front. I need help.

Aaron's bleeding internally.

A surgeon must have missed a bullet fragment.

They're rushing him into surgery.

Is he gonna be all right?

I-I don't know.

What do I do?

Nothing you can do.

Just be there to watch over him.

Do you guys need help? Is there anything I can do to...

Negative. You still haven't been cleared medically.

Celina.

We heard Aaron's back in surgery.

Yeah, they just rushed him in.

I, uh... I'm... I'm on with Sergeant Grey.

Wait, you guys are checking out already?

You just had the baby. - It's too noisy here.

We got the pediatrician to sign off.

We're going home. - Unless Grey needs

something from us. - Negative.

Just please stick with your police escort.

I thought we caught the mastermind, but...

now I'm not too sure.

All right, explain it to me like I'm a toddler.

This assault was well funded and well executed.

But Lucas Moran had $12 in the bank

and a well-documented history of being a loner.

We're not buying he had the resources

to pull off the attack. - Or the contacts.

Maybe he met someone in prison who helped him.

Most likely, but who's gonna spend a fortune

to kick a hornet's nest?

Who volunteers to piss off the entire LAPD?

Somebody with their own agenda.

Yeah, who wanted to focus our attention on a patsy.

Divert all of our resources to this neighborhood

so they can pull off a new crime.

A new crime like what?

No clue. But I'd bet my life

it's happening right now.

60 seconds ahead of schedule. Let's keep it tight.

All right, we've been through this a dozen times.

Cyesha and her crew meet the inside man

and gain control of the security room

while we take the lobby.

Then 20 minutes to load the armored car

while Kim does her thing.

You're really not gonna tell us what Kim's thing is?

Correct. Just focus on your individual jobs,

and we will be made of money by this evening.

All right, synchronize.

Three, two, one.

Mark.

Let's go.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Any problems?

No, they're all in the security cage

for change of shift.

I am Glen Mercer, U.S. Treasury Department.

West Coast Chief Security Officer.

And I'm here for an unscheduled security inspection.

Yeah!

Grab the guns, kill the feeds.

Hey!

- What the... - Stop 'em!

What do I do?

Nothing. Your part's over.

Phase One complete.

Copy that. Moving on to Phase Two.

What?

All right.

Negative, 7-Metro-100.

There have been no high-priority calls

in the last two hours beside yours.

All right, dispatch, switch gears.

I want any anomalies,

no matter how small or seemingly random...

false alarm, noise complaint that seems odd.

Or totally crazy... UFO sightings, mole people.

Aside from your earlier action,

it's a normal day in LA.

We average a dozen bizarre calls an hour.

But none have been from high-value targets.

Ah, come on, there's got to be something.

Hold on. This is a little unusual.

The Federal Reserve Bank has an hourly check-in call

which is late.

- How late? - 17 seconds.

That's barely a blip.

But it's all we've got to go on.

How often are they late? - Rarely, but it happens.

Federal Reserve is definitely a high-value target.

All right, I'm a few blocks from there.

I'll swing by. I'll check it out.

We might have a problem.

Cop's outside.

7-Adam-15 on site.

Lobby's empty.

Check that. There's blood inside.

They're robbing the Federal Reserve.

Send backup, airship,

and an ambulance in case of casualties.

- Time's up. - How the hell

did the cops get onto us so fast?

I don't know. But we got to go.

Almost there.

- Not good enough. - Tough.

You need to buy me another five minutes

to get through this last firewall.

Cyesha, we need to pivot to Plan B.

Sacrifice the lambs.

Copy.

Let's go.

Leave it! - Let's go.

Shots fired.

I am pinned down out front. I need help.

Duck!

Finished.

And I injected a virus that'll make it

impossible to figure out what we did.

Suspect's down.

He's not conscious. Not breathing.

Appears the shot came from the third-floor window.

They sniped their own guy.

Why would they do that?

They must have a secondary escape route.

Didn't want to leave anyone behind to flip on them.

The tunnels.

Let's get units rolling to the egress points.

We don't have anybody close by.

Harper, Nolan, you're with me.

Shots fired, basement hallway.

Four suspects.

Ah!

Come on. Go, go, go, go!

- Are you nervous? - Nope.

Last shift before the wedding.

- Yep. - But you're still not nervous?

Nope. What about you?

- What about me? - Are you nervous

that Detective Harper will be taking over

your training in my absence?

Oh. I... she...

When did that happen? - Last night.

Unless you'd prefer Sergeant Bradford.

No, no.

Well... no. No, no.

What about Smitty?

I'm kidding.

No, Detective Harper, she's... she's great.

I mean, I'm sure I will learn so much from her.