The Rookie

Previously on "The Rookie"... Your dad is a hell of a guy.

Maybe... you and I could grab dinner sometime.

That'd be great.

Mm. I bet your lovely wife

is out there listening, too, isn't she?

I'm gonna report your husband

to the California state bar.

I'm gonna have his law license revoked

for betraying the trust of a client.

Lucy: Oh, my God. Are you going to propose?

I'm in love with you.

Thank God. 'Cause I'm in love with you, too.

Bailey.Jason.

I'm John Nolan, her boyfriend. And you are?

Uh, her husband.

Uh, you mean ex-husband.

Uh, I do not.

Long time, babe. I guess she didn't mention me, huh?

I mean, I get it. You know, it's... it's embarrassing.

A husband in prison.

Bailey?

You're weren't supposed to get out for another two years.

Good behavior. I-I can hardly believe it myself.

Oh. Look. Uh, clearly I'm interrupting here.

Um, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were seeing someone.

Uh, it's nice to meet you, John.

You, uh, be good to her, huh?

My wife deserves the best.

It's good to see you.

Sorry.

So you're married.

And you didn't tell me.

I-I have to go.

Bailey.

Bailey.

Smells great. Salmon?

And eggs.

I'm not really a breakfast person.

I know. It's for Kojo. Excuse me.

Salmon and eggs. For your dog.

Well, not everyday. I have to watch his cholesterol.

Oh!

There he is! Who's a good dog?

Who's the bestdog?

Tricia will be here at 11:00 to give you a walk.

Ready to go?

Whoa! Hey! Kojo, knock it off.

He's just a little territorial around his food.

How long have you had him? A year.

He was Lucy's, but she couldn't keep him.

Kojo! Unh-unh!

Voice: Armed stay. Exit now.

Kojo! Hey, hey, hey!

I am... I'm sorry.

Look, it's your first time sleeping over,

and he's just not used to you being here.

Here. Why don't you just put your hand out?

It's okay. The alarm is about to set.

We can do it another day.

Sure.

Hey. Be good. Alright?

Nolan: Why didn't Bailey just tell me?

I mean, if it's complicated, just say so. I'll understand.

Is it because of the ex-con thing and I'm a cop?

Who doesn't have a criminal in their family?

It does not get much more embarrassing than Pete. Mm.

And I'm... Oh, I'm spinning out. I-I'm gonna stop.

Well, of course you're spinning out.

I mean, she's been lying to you this whole time.

And technically I didn't ask if she was married.

Yeah, but she knows you were serious about her.

Every day that she did not tell you about her husband

is a day that she lied to you.

Do you know whyhe was in jail?

No. No clue.Alright.

Call my skip tracer, have him run this Jason guy.

You got a lot of questions.

You need to start getting answers.

Randy: Skip tracer Randy! That's me! What can I do you for?

Whoa. Hey, Randy. It's, uh, John Nolan.

I need you to run a name for me.

When's Wesley gonna hear back from the state bar?

Ugh. Any day now. He hasn't slept the last few nights.

What happened?

They suspended my license.

I can't practice law for six months.

No. That's insane!

You were under duress.

They have to take that into account.

Can you appeal it?

Look. It won't make a difference.

I broke client confidentiality.

The state bar takes that very seriously.

I-It's not even about the suspension itself.

I'm on a list now of lawyers who have embezzled

from their clients, taken bribes.

For the rest of my career, whenever somebody looks me up,

they'll see that I have been censured.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Alright. Thanks. I'll be in touch.

What did his parole officer say?

Same thing... He got out on good behavior.

Unless he violates parole, he's a free man.

- And you don't believe it? - Oh, I believe it.

I'm sure he was charming,

knew all the guards' birthdays, asked after their kids,

made everyone handcrafted gifts at Christmas.

Ah, he sounds... awful?

It's all roses and trips to Paris

until you dare disagree with him, and then...

This is how it was.

I would try and tell people who he really was...

They guy they never saw... And I'd sound insane.

Okay. Well, you know, it's all behind you now.

You got to focus on the future. First up, get that divorce.

I tried! For two years!

He would go along with it,

pretending to engage in the negotiations,

and then he'd cut off contact for months.

And just when I had given up,

he would come back with some new demand,

and we would start this process all over again.

Fraud alert?

Someone just charged $2,000 on my credit card.

It's Jason.

Or it's more likely that some rando

cloned your card, don't you think?

No. No. I-I-I-I-I don't... I don't know. Maybe...

Hey. Hey! Do not spin out.

You go into shock inside of a burning building, people die.

Right now your house is a little on fire.

So focus up. What's your plan?

Okay. Uh... call Jason to the station.

My turf, surrounded by my friends.

Show him that I'm not afraid anymore.

Tell him I want a divorce.

So, how's it going with Ashley?

Good. Although there was some weirdness this morning.

I don't think she likes Kojo.

So you broke up with her?

That's... That's too bad. I liked her.

Since when? Last time we talked about her,

you gave me grief because she's a lifeguard.

Okay. Look. I've never really considered

lifeguarding a career.

Okay. You see, and that is what's called

"Baywatch" -based implicit bias.

What?! Ashley went through

rigorous training at the fire academy to become a lifeguard.

Okay. My bad. But you know what? It is a moot point

because she doesn't like Kojo, first of his name,

king of canines, destroyer of chew toys.

So, clearly, Ashley has got to go.

Check out Mister Dollar Sign.

Hand-to-hand transfer. Classic 11532.

Hey. You are way too young

to be throwing your life away dealing drugs.

Show me your hands. Hey. No!

Hey! Stop! Control, 7-Adam-100.

We got a foot pursuit southbound, Citrus at Olympic.

Black male. Green pants. Black hoodie.

Hey! Get back here!

Put your hands behind your head.

Okay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Control...

What the hell?

7-Adam-100. We've got a possible Code 1000.

Repeat... Code 1000.

Single-engine fixed wing in distress, headed...

Ohh. 7-Adam-15.

A plane is down. 1200 block of Langston. Send fire and RAs.

You take the car.

Yeah.

- Hey. - Get me out of here, please.

Get me out of here. Just relax. Relax.

Right now I just need you to breathe.

What's your name? Jade.

Okay, Jade. Help is on the way, alright?

Bailey, this is Jade. Bailey's gonna help you out.

She's one of the best. Bailey: Okay.

We're gonna get you out of there in no time, Jade.

Tell me... are you having trouble breathing? No.

Did you hit your head when you crashed?

- I think so. - Okay. Come on.

What's the situation?

Harper: We're still assessing. The driver got the worst of it.

The flipped cars were empty.

- And the pilot? - I don't know.

There's no pilot. Explains why it crashed.

Man: Control, this is Air 7.

We're on scene at that fixed-wing code 1000.

Requesting restricted air space with half-a-mile perimeter.

Whoever was flying this plane must've left prints.

I will dust and run them on my Mobile ID.

Uh... guys?

There's gold back here.

Like a couple dozen Fort Knox-size bars.

And it gets weirder.

The fingerprints I just pulled match a Levi Lincoln,