Previously on "The Rookie"...
If I were to start a group of cops
who were dedicated to reform, would anyone join?
- Absolutely. - My sister's murder.
You know, when Blanca was taken,
there were dozens of cops.
There's something off about Officer Chambers.
He took Blanca?
Malvado.
When you hear of Jason's whereabouts,
let me know.
Malvado was a desperate move for safety.
♪ Lather up, burn in the sun ♪
♪ Go wash the soap ♪
♪ Off of your tongue ♪
♪ Do it right, or you'll be no one ♪
- You're late, Boot. - Sorry, sir, I got, uh...
I got caught up in wondering why
you invited me to your house for breakfast.
Am I about to get fired over bacon and eggs or something?
You're spinning. Stop spinning.
All right. There's no jeopardy here.
OK. Thank God.
What's for breakfast? - Nothing.
I don't cook for rookies.
Look, the LAPD flag football team needs you,
and I expect you to answer the call.
That's kind of you, sir.
I'm not doing this out of kindness.
LAPD has gotten their ass kicked the last five years
by that fire department.
Now that I'm team captain, I'm flipping the script,
and to do that, I need a ringer.
I appreciate the offer, sir,
but you know I don't play anymore.
Football and I had a messy breakup,
and it's just less painful if I let it go completely.
You understand saying no to me is a bad idea, right?
I thought you said there was no jeopardy here.
I lied.
We're not through here.
Can I help you?
Good morning, Sergeant Bradford.
I bet you're wondering how I found you.
Police addresses are sealed, after all.
However, nothing's sealed when you have access
to the dark corners of the Internet.
That's a...
- What's going on? - I don't know yet.
And that's when I found it, a hidden service
on the dark web, a hitman for hire site,
a hidden service that puts those with the desires
in touch with those who could do the deed,
and so I come to you with a proposition.
Give me the earpiece.
It's a recording. I'm being paid to...
I figured. Give it to me.
Get up against the wall.
Cuff him, Boot.
And am currently sending the secret link
to the dark web site to your phone.
Act quickly...
Hours.
Consider this my one selfless act in life.
Do not try to find me,
or I will use my infinite powers
to destroy you. Peace out.
Considering your mortality?
Getting older means waking up every morning wondering,
"Why does that hurt?"
Well, in your case, the answer is being a cop.
Get your ass up. - Yes, boss.
And unfortunately for you,
your pain is only just beginning
because flag football season starts tomorrow,
and LAPD is going down, baby.
LAFD. Fight, fight, fight.
I'm sorry.
Did you get me out of bed just so you could talk trash?
Yes, this is the rivalry of the season,
and LA Fire is gonna smoke your ass.
Yeah, sorry, I don't engage with juvenile taunts.
What are you, chicken?
Can't handle the heat, Officer Scaredy Cat?
No, I just find trash talk juvenile,
and I'm an adult.
Where are my cleats and my mouth guard?
Oh, I threw them out because adults don't talk trash.
They sabotage.
LAPD forever!
Amazon Prime.
Gloves, belts, cleats. Add to cart.
Oh, those boots are kind of cute.
Two for one sheet masks?
Same day delivery? Yes, please.
And purchased.
Flag football is saved.
But all was truly lost
when they found her torso in the fridge.
OK, that's it for today, true crime fans.
I got some pastries
because it's our day off
and we should enjoy it. - Sorry, what?
- Pastries. - Oh, sweet.
I'm just gonna finish this podcast.
Yeah.
Next week, I'll be releasing a premium edition podcast,
the shocking true story of officer Joel Chambers
and his brutal murder of three little girls,
a crime so horrible, it inspired the sister
of one victim, Celina Juarez, to become a cop herself.
What?
Look, I totally support your anger.
I just don't want you to lose control.
OK, do I look like I've lost control?
I mean, a little.
Shh.
We are recording.
Please, I need Heather's help.
OK, Heather already told you that your case isn't with the...
Hi. Police.
I need to talk to Heather right now.
- Excuse me. - Sorry.
What... Heather is in the middle
of an interview right now,
but if you want to just take a seat,
and just wait, and I can get you a glass of water.
I did my best to give
my girls everything they needed.
Blanca was a happy little girl.
And what about the reports that you were struggling
with drug addiction at the time of her disappearance?
Mami...
I'm so sorry, Heather. She's a cop.
That's OK. Celina, right?
I'm Heather Marie. - Yeah, I know who you are.
I've actually been trying to find a way to reach you.
I'd love to interview you sometime
about your memories of the day your sister disappeared.
You have such a fascinating story.
It's not a story. It's my life.
And my sister's murder is not entertainment.
Celina, she's still recording.
Vámonos.
All I want is to do Blanca's story justice.
Oh, by painting my mother as a neglectful drug addict?
Mija, por favor, I don't want to fight.
That is information that's already out there.
I am trying to give your mother a chance to defend herself.
The only thing she needs defending from
are people like you, vultures making money
off of other people's pain. Shame on you.
Mami, why would you agree to talk to that woman?
She said she wanted to tell the victim's side of the story.
I just wanted people to know who Blanca really was.
Oh, she doesn't give a crap about Blanca.
She just cares about boosting her subscriber count.
You're police?
- Do you need help? - Yes.
My sister's been missing for three weeks,
and no one will help me. - OK.
Did you file a missing person's report?
The officer said that Aria is an adult
and there was no evidence of a crime,
and Heather doesn't think
that her disappearance is sexy enough.
Please, please, can you help me?
My sister's pregnant, and her due date was last week.
Of course, they'll help you.
Ayudarla.
I don't understand. Where is everyone?
Look, saying you're pro reform
and actually walking into a public meeting
are two very different things.
Hey, guys. Thank you for coming...
Sorry, case literally came knocking on my door.
- What kind of case? - Dark web hitman service.
Ooh, cool.
I mean, if it was a movie, I'd totally watch it.
Hey. Sorry I'm late... or early?
No, you are late, just like everyone else,
including our own people.
Oh, well, Lucy and Celina have the day off
but they did say they would come.
May I? - Yes.
- Hey. - Sir, thank you for coming.
Can't stay.
I just wanted to come to wish you luck
and get breakfast. Where is everyone?
Apparently not coming.
We knew this was a possibility.
All right, no one wants to be seen as betraying the badge.
That is not what we are doing.
Look, you knew it was gonna be an uphill battle.
Rather than taking the L, is there a proactive step
you can take, something that would be
a positive impact on how we police moving forward?
The videos.
Sorry. - Don't be.
What videos are you talking about?
The training videos we all watch,
they're ancient and out of date
on the most current police procedures.
They really need to be updated.
That is a great idea.
Looks like you just volunteered, Boot.
I want a comprehensive action plan
by the end of the day.
- It's a party. - Hey, Laura.
Thanks for coming down. - Are you kidding?
Who doesn't love a dark web case?
Lopez is about to take a run at my houseguest in the box.
Great. Let's go watch.
Nolan, you want in on this?
Oh, hell yeah, but call me.
I'm available if anybody shows up.
Yeah. - Thanks, guys.
- Bye. - Bye.
Hey, everybody.
Rich Rowley here with another installment
of "Survive the Streets."
As a reminder, today's video does count
towards your continued professional training.
Today we're gonna be discussing pat searches
and transitioning into force when appropriate,
and to help us demonstrate,
we have the help of my lovely girlfriend, Tawny.
Say hi to everybody, Tawny.
Now you might be asking yourself,
Rich, who do I pat search?
Do I really have to pat search someone like Tawny?
Well, let me tell you.
Everybody! You pat search everybody.
Statistics show that one in four officers
killed on duty is a direct result
of a poor pat search or no pat search whatsoever.
Now this dash cam video is out of New Mexico.
And let me give you a fair warning.
It is pretty graphic.
Do not watch with children around.
No! Ah! The blood! The blood!
Ah! This is hell!
Do not let that be you.
I was hired off of a task website.
I mean, normally, I get paid to fix a sink
or take a lizard to a vet.
This guy, he offers me $1,000 in crypto
just to deliver a message,
and I thought the message was a prank.
So you know it was a guy who hired you.
No, no, I'm assuming.
Everything was done through email.
No names. - OK.
Here's your phone.
I'm gonna need you to email me
all your correspondence and permission
for the FBI to track the crypto payment.
Here's my card. - Yeah, sure.
If our mystery hacker's any good,
those will be dead ends.
Gotta try.
Are we sure this isn't a prank?
Oh, it's real.
The cyber crime team just about did backflips when they saw it.
It's a list of providers, AKA assassins,
to choose from, depending on your geographic location,
all using pseudonyms, of course.
We come with extensive combat training,
both ranged and hand-to-hand.
This means we can guarantee the job will be done
efficiently and without any complications.
In the past year alone,
we have executed 16 successful hits.
Photo evidence provided upon request.
OK.
What about the clients and the targets?
The clients use pseudonyms as well,
so they won't be easy to find,
but we have a preliminary list of targets
and we're coordinating with local law across the country.
There's a half a dozen people for you to warn here in LA.
Hopefully, they'll have a clue who might want them dead.
I'm rich, dear.
The list of people who wish me dead is longer than your arm.
No way.
I'm unhateable. Seriously.
Bros want to be me. Shorties want to do me.
Not this shorty.
So you think your boyfriend put the hit on you?
One of them, yeah.
How many boyfriends do you have?
Just one in LA and one in New York.
My sugar daddy in Miami, he's super sweet, though,
and, like, really old.
Sometimes he sends me money twice in one day
because he forgets he's already done it.
So I don't think it's him.
Hey, Smitty, you got a sec?
I don't know, son. Time is money.
So what's on your mind?
Have you seen any of the training videos lately?
Lately? Every year.
Beats going to CPT 40 hours a year.
So what do you think about Rowley's videos?
I've seen all 200 of Rich Rowley's videos
at least twice. The guy is a legend.
God rest his soul.
- So you find them valuable? - No.
It's just so the city can say you're trained,
so when you get sued, they don't have to pay.
So for pat searches, for example,
if his techniques don't work, what do you do
when you have to pat search someone?
I do what I learned coming up.
Everyone's got their own method
based on the station they started at.
What if those methods are unsafe?
Hm.
What do we got?
ID on one of our hitmen, Greg Davis, 35,
one tour in Iraq before becoming
a private military contractor.
Went the assassin route two years ago.
Definition of deadly. - Let's do it.
Sir, get back in your apartment.
Wait a minute. Go back.
Take the door. We got a body inside.
Clear!
Ooh.
I thought you said he was some kind of hitman?
He is. He was.
He looks more like a target to me.
Aria and I broke up a few months ago.
I wasn't ready to be a dad.
- So you knew she was pregnant? - Yeah, yeah.
I just... I didn't want to deal.
Look, I know I'm an asshole or whatever, but I...
I told Aria we are 21. We're both still in school.
It makes no sense for us to be parents.
And what did she say to that?
That she'd figure it out on her own.
Have you talked to her at all in the last three weeks?
No, man, she's been super pissed at me.
Like she blocked me on both of her accounts.
That's how I knew she was serious.
What do you... what do you mean by that?
She's got multiple accounts?
Yeah, you know, like she has a public one
that everyone can see,
but she's also got a private one that
only her close friends followed.
Her sister didn't mention Aria had two accounts.
- Mm-mm. - Taylor?
Yeah, of course not.
Aria's family is, like, hella judgmental.
That's why she made the account in the first place.
They freaked when they heard about the baby.
Freaked how?
Well, she was like a genius level kid.
Like, skipped second grade, went to college at 17,
but she was just very overwhelmed
by the pressure of it.
And her parents hated that she was dating me.
So when they found out about the baby, they went nuclear.
Told her that she was destroying her life,
but she was so happy to be pregnant.
I know I messed up not being there for her,
but I would never, ever hurt Aria.
I love her.
Thank you.
Thanks.
TID says body temp puts time of death
anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour ago.
- We just missed it. - Any fingerprints?
Plenty, but I'm guessing a killer with this level
of expertise wore gloves.
Hitman murdered after hitman website gets hacked.
I think it's safe to assume A led to B.
Which means it's either
the site administrator cleaning up...
Or afraid we'd flip the hitman to get to them.
How would a client know that law enforcement
was onto the site so fast?
I don't know but they clearly are not wasting
any time, so neither should we.
Guys, I'm gonna go ahead and say it.
This assassin game is murder.
Come on. No.
That's how the cops do it on TV.
- Oh, no. - What is Heather doing here?
I know.
So good to see you again, officers.
Heather called me.
She wants to champion Aria's story.
Isn't that great?
It is such a captivating hook now.
You lost your sister, and you're fighting to save hers.
Sisters helping sisters, literally.
Uh, you need to leave right now.
Taylor wants me here.
She's not in charge. I am.
Wallace, could you help us escort this woman out please.
Thank you.
Call me when you're done.
I'm sorry.
I thought that she could help, you know?
Someone might hear her show and call in with a tip.
Listen, I know you're trying everything you can,
but you need to trust us.
OK, we'll decide if and when it's time to open a tip line.
OK. I'm sorry.
It's OK.
Look, um, we talked to Aria's boyfriend,
and we're still verifying his alibi,
but so far, everything he's told us
has been backed up by the phone data.
Abel did say that your family wasn't happy
that Aria was pregnant.
My parents were very upset.
And what about you?
I agreed with them.
Aria's borderline genius.
She had such a bright future.
Why would she want to throw it all away by having a kid?
And then she started talking about skipping grad school,
so I... so I told her that she was throwing her life away.
That's when she stopped returning my calls.
If something happened to her, it's my fault.
Got it. Thanks.
Cyber unlocked another hitman using his crypto wallet.
Danny Feng,
leg breaker for the Triads by day,
hitman by night.
His credit card has being used at the same bar
for the last few hours. - Let's go.
That's him. Danny Feng.
Sorry. No English.
LAPD. Hold it right there.
Control, requesting additional units to apprehend a suspect.
LAPD move. Move, move!
Asian male, late 30s, leather jacket, blue jeans.
- Move, move. - Move, out of the way.
Excuse us. Move up. - Move, move, move.
LAPD, move. - Out of the way.
Get down on your knees.
Interlace your fingers behind your head.
Oh, my God!
7-Adam-15 requesting RA unit for a victim of ADW.
Not conscious.
Yeah, uh-huh. Yeah. Yeah.
Our Computer Crimes Unit will appreciate
any help you can give. Thanks.
I completed my review of the training videos.
As you'll see, the materials are severely lacking.
They don't reflect any of the current changes
in methods and protocol,
and with no real guidance, everyone is forced to come up
with their own solutions.
- This is thorough. - Thank you, sir.
At the end, you'll find a formal proposal.
With your approval, I'll submit it for review.
- That's not a good idea. - Uh, sir?
There's nothing slower than LAPD bureaucracy.
Do you think Rich Rowley asked for permission?
As far as I can tell, he set up a camera
and started improving.
Then get to it.
Yes, sir.
Get down on your knees.
Interlace your fingers behind your head.
Oh, my God!
I got something.
That's Malvado. - Are you sure?
I am positive.
His face is burned into my memory.
He's way too smart to sell his services on a website,
even if it is the dark web.
Which means he was a hitter hired to clean up the mess.
- Yeah, but hired by who? - I got news.
So do we. Our hitman's hitman is Malvado.
Damn, taking him off the table would be major.
What's your news?
Cyber culled through the client list
of our two dead assassins,
and they have one client in common,
someone named ShadowStrike.
And you think this ShadowStrike
hired Malvado to cover his tracks?
- Exactly. - Any idea who ShadowStrike is?
No, but we have managed to connect him to a third hitman
or hit couple...
the Russian assassins, Nadia and Igor.
Agents arrested them ten minutes ago in Koreatown.
My partner and I are both ex-military.
We've been kidnapped, tortured, and isolated for weeks.
We have the stamina and strength
to withstand even the most brutal interrogation tactics.
We didn't kill anyone, I swear!
We were... we were running a scam,
to... to con desperate people.
We told the client they have to pay half up front in Bitcoin,
and then we ghost them. My name is Zack.
I'm literally from Cleveland. - And Nadia?
What, you mean Kailey?
We grew up in the same neighborhood.
Oh, wait, is she still doing the accent?
Oh, my God.
Was I supposed to be doing the accent?
Damn it, Zack.
Whatever, I'm still not telling you anything
without some kind of an immunity deal.
We're hunting a real hitman who's taking out hitmen
that ShadowStrike has used.
I guarantee you'll get a better deal
if you help us now, rather than after another murder.
ShadowStrike made contact six months ago.
Wanted us to kill someone in Ojai,
but he saw through our scam right away,
so we never got any more information than that.
Never heard from him again.
I'm done.
I can't cross-reference one more Bitcoin transaction.
I see numbers every time I close my eyes.
- You want a drink? - Yeah. Thanks.
Hey, any luck getting Miles to join the flag football team?
Nope.
I even threatened a blue page.
- Oh, come on. - What?
The game's important to me.
Right, it's all about the game
and definitely not about your issues.
Wow. Do you always have to poke at my feelings?
Can't we just hang out like the guys?
Hate to break it to you, but I'm not one of the guys.
You're one of the girls, and girls want gossip.
So spill it, what's going on with you and Lucy?
Honestly, I don't know.
I mean, she's taking the sergeant's exam.
So you two can get back together?
No, it's a good move for her career,
but, yeah, it's come up.
Can I offer you a little advice?
- Can I stop you? - No.
Not a chance in hell.
That girl is the best thing that ever happened to you.
And if you somehow manage to win her back
after all you put her through, well, you better be saying
a prayer of gratitude every night before bed.
- Understood. - Salud.
Salud.
Can we watch the game? - Yes.
Same-day delivery for the win.
Oh, you did a little shopping.
I replaced all the football stuff you took,
so now I'm back on track to kick your ass on the field.
I see.
I may have gotten a few non-essentials as well
because self-care is never selfish, you know?
Right.
What's wrong?
Malvado is back.
He killed a suspect we were trying to arrest today.
Please tell me that's a desperate attempt
to get in my head before tomorrow's game.
It isn't.
Well, we always knew there was a possibility
he'd come back. - Yeah.
But he has no reason to come after us,
unless you catch him, and he uses that to leverage us.
We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
Meantime, we're in this together.
Celina, I...
I feel like I owe you an apology.
Me? Why?
For even listening to that podcast in the first place.
I know that when it comes to survivors
and... and families that Heather Marie
is not the most respectful, and I'm sorry.
It's OK.
I don't personally get the appeal of true crime,
but I understand why it's popular.
Storytelling is compelling,
and, I mean, there have been cold cases
that got much needed attention because they were
brought back into the light.
Sure, but I mean, you know,
where is the line between entertainment and exploitation?
Oh, the court order for Aria's account came through.
Whoa, OK.
I see why she was hiding it from her family.
Girl likes to party. - Yeah.
Are there any DMs?
Um, yeah.
She was messaging with a woman who offered her
a place to stay, Greta Wooston.
Yeah, she's got a social media profile.
A lot of posts here about helping
pregnant women in crisis.
You down to swing by her house?
Right now? OK.
Uh, let me just get changed.
- Lucy. - Yeah?
- Thanks for saying that. - Yeah.
- Can I help you? - Yes, ma'am.
I'm Officer Chen. This is Officer Juarez.
We're sorry to bother you so late at night,
but we are trying to find a missing woman, Aria Griffin.
We understand that you discussed
renting a room to her?
Oh, yes, I remember Aria.
Are you saying that she's gone missing?
That poor girl.
- Did she end up moving in? - No.
We talked about it, but she was in conflict
about staying so close to her ex.
She wanted to break free from the negativity of her family.
Felt like she couldn't do that in Los Angeles.
Did she say where she was planning to go?
Uh, up north, Santa Barbara.
I... I wish I could be more helpful.
That's all right.
Listen, if you think of anything else, please call us.
Aria's family is desperate to find her.
I'll say a prayer for them.
Did you clock the towel?
No, but I clocked that she didn't want us
to see inside the house.
What about the towel?
Those stains had a real baby puke vibe,
and the smell was real.
You think Aria's in there and Greta's covering?
Or the baby is and Aria's gone.
- Gone as in dead? - Yeah.
OK, well, should we call and get a warrant?
I don't think we have the time.
I'm worried that if Greta does have Aria's baby,
she's gonna do something drastic.
So why don't we pretend to circle the block,
and we'll come back and make entry?
Mm-hmm.
It's gonna be OK, little one.
It's gonna be OK.
You're my angel,
and the Protector won't let the forces of darkness
take you from me.
I'm just gonna take you to see cousin Glynis.
OK? She'll understand that you're my gift,
and she won't judge the trials
that I've been through to get you.
OK? OK.
But what to do about your mother?
I so hate to feed you formula,
but we can't take her with us, so...
The ties that bind must be cut.
OK, backup's on the way. Five minutes out.
All right, I'll circle around back,
find a way in while you distract her.
OK, be careful.
Yeah, you too.
No!
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
No! Stay the hell away from me!
Don't you fret, mama. OK?
We're just doing what's best for the baby.
No!
- Shh, shh. - Help! Help!
Help me!
I'm in here! - Shh.
Somebody help me! Help me, please!
Help me!
She's coming your way.
Knife, left rear pocket.
I'm going through the back gate.
What do you want?
I'm sorry, ma'am, I completely forgot
to fill out a contact card for you.
It's standard procedure.
All my information is online.
I'm sure it will be easy enough for you to get.
Where's your partner?
Uh, she's canvassing, looking to see
if any of your neighbors have spoken to Aria recently.
Hey, yeah, she's headed your way,
and I'm locked outside.
I hear noise coming from the basement.
I'm going down to investigate. - No.
Ow!
Please help me!
It's not fair. It's not fair.
We're meant to be together.
I can't live without you. I won't.
I've waited too long.
I won't.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry, little one.
This is their fault. This is...
- Greta, drop the knife. - No.
No, I won't let you take her from me!
She's mine! - I don't want to take her.
OK, I just want to make sure she's OK.
Drop the knife. - Liar! Jezebel!
Greta, drop the knife, or I will have to shoot you.
Oh, my God!
Thank you!
Thank you.
- Is she OK? - Yes. They both are.
Thank you. Thank you.
You're welcome.
You can go in.
I'm not sure she wants to see me right now.
You were the first person she asked for.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
Yeah. Go on in.
I'm so sorry.
Are you OK?
It's all right. I'm fine.
It's OK if you're not OK.
I'll be right back, and then we can get out of here.
- Yeah. - OK?
I can't leave you alone for a second.
Yeah, that's me, trouble with a capital T.
So Greta survived the surgery.
I can almost understand intellectually how someone
can be so psychologically damaged,
but, I mean, emotionally, just... what the hell?
I know.
Look, I'm just glad you're OK.
Do you think anyone would notice
if I didn't go to the game later?
You literally jumped through a window
to save a baby from a murderous Mother Teresa.
OK, if anyone gives you a problem about
the flag football game, I'll...
I'll fill 'em in.
Thank you.
Bradford.
I'll be right there.
We got an ID on our guy targeting hitmen.
- OK. - I'll head back.
Yeah.
♪ I'm worried 'bout the kids ♪
♪ I said tell 'em tune in ♪
Just got the new iron, boys.
Handcrafted out of titanium by orphans in Burma.
This thing can launch a ball into space.
Mitch Yancy, trust fund kid
with every privilege you can imagine.
Yet somehow, he's managed to grow up
into a 24/7 grievance machine.
Always the victim, nothing's ever his fault,
and the list of people he paid someone to kill show it...
a business rival, an ex-girlfriend
who embarrassed him in front of his dad,
and our Ojai victim,
a little old lady who literally had the misfortune
of filing a police complaint when he rammed her car
with his Bentley over a parking spot.
- He sounds like a peach. - Mm.
You know, ultimately,
Malvado will see Mitch as a loose thread
he's got to clip.
Well, we know he's good with a long gun.
You're our sniper. Where would you set up?
Up there on the other side of the club.
Shall we?
Give us three minutes, then send in units
to take in Mitch.
Malvado, show us those hands!
OK, OK.
Let's not do anything stupid.
Foot pursuit, suspect Malvado
dressed as a golfer, headed to the clubhouse.
Send back up.
- Whoa! - Go, go, go!
- Watch yourself, dude. - Be careful.
Police, coming in!
Get out. Go.
It's over!
Get on your stomach now!
Thank you again for the assist.
Hey, helping you helped me, which is my favorite way
to lend a hand.
Thwarting a hitman-for-hire operation on the dark web
while catching a serial hitman hirer?
I don't know.
I think we need to come up with a better name for that.
I assume the FBI has already taken down
the website and any attempts to bring it back?
No, the website is still up and running.
Requests are coming in from all around the country,
but instead of talking to trained assassins,
they are talking to federal agents who are
tracking their IP addresses.
Good way to weed out society's
most homicidal members.
Exactly.
Um, we still haven't been able to identify
the hacker who contacted Tim, but we'll let you know if...
when we do.
See you. Hey.
Hey.
I don't know about you, but I think
it's safe to call today a win.
And it's the only win you're gonna have,
because LAFD is gonna crush you on that field.
Oh, your wife is pretty ballsy talking trash
inside our house.
Yes, she is, which will make it all the sweeter
when we destroy them later.
- Oh, no way. - See you out there.
See you.
Malvado's really dead?
Yeah.
It's over.
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Happy to.
How are you paying for all this?
As king of the patrol budget, I had a few dollars
squirreled away I could spare.
It ain't much.
But I can totally make it work. - Look, you're a rookie.
Most veteran cops will dismiss anything you have to say.
Which is why I see myself as more of a producer.
You're gonna star.
Yeah? And why would I do that?
Deal.
Officer Juarez, congrats.
I hear you found Aria Griffin and her baby.
No comment.
I want you to know, family members
from Officer Chambers' two other victims
have agreed to be interviewed about the case.
Are you sure you don't want to be there
to represent your sister,
help keep Blanca's memory alive?
You know, I carry Blanca with me everywhere I go.
Her memory reminds me to always try to do what's right,
so I don't need your help keeping it alive.
That sounds like a no.
Yeah, Heather, that's a no.
♪ What's up? ♪
♪ I got enough to go around ♪
♪ I'm the big daddy, don't at me ♪
♪ Train through the pain, I'm an athlete ♪
♪ Now I run the game like a track meet ♪
♪ Still got a crease in my jacket ♪
Are you feeling OK about being on the sidelines
for this one?
Oh, it's where I feel I can help the team the most.
Smart man.
All right, QB, almost game time.
- You look familiar. - Cooper Manning.
Oh, my God, yeah, you are.
Are you here for the game? - Cooper's our head coach.
You thought Miles was the only ringer I was bringing in?
All right, everybody, let's go.
All right, listen up, listen up.
I want you to focus on one thing today.
There's gonna be a time each one of us
is gonna be tested.
Today, every play, every catch, every flag is that test.
We are ready.
And just because Wesley's the ref does not mean
we have this in the bag. He won't take bribes.
I tried everything.
All right, guys, game time!
Strategy-wise, we've got match-up issues
across the field.
The firefighters, they're faster than us
in coverage.
They're bigger than us up front.
We're gonna have to do some misdirection stuff,
clever play calling.
Actually, just get him the ball.
Yeah, that's the play. That's the play.
LAPD! - LAPD!
All right, just a reminder.
This is a friendly, non-contact game.
We're just here to have a little fun, all right?
- And destroy them. - Yeah.
All right, LAPD on three.
One, two, three.
LAPD!
Let's go!
♪ Oh, oh, hey, oh! ♪
Omaha blue 47! Set!
♪ Yeah, we back in business, we back ♪
♪ Everybody's here and we doin' this ♪
Oh! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Whoa! Whoa!
♪ We just getting started with it, come on, yeah ♪
♪ I got the whole crew ♪
♪ And we drippin' everything all new ♪
Whoo-hoo! I can do this all day, baby.
Whoa, ho. Come on.
Gonna be a long day, honey.
I hope you stretched!
♪ Four, three, two, one, this is gonna be fun ♪
Whoa!
Yeah!
♪ Come on, do it ♪
♪ We gonna have the time of our life ♪
♪ So raise your hands if you feel all right ♪
♪ Let's count down, four, three, two, one ♪
♪ This is gonna be fun ♪
Good job, honey.
♪ Yeah, we just having fun ♪
♪ We gonna have the time of our life ♪
Yes!
♪ So raise your hands if you feel all right ♪
♪ Let's count down, four, three, two, one ♪
♪ This is gonna be fun ♪
♪ We came to party ♪
♪ Doin' this for fun ♪
Go, go, go!
- Whoo! - Whoa!
Yeah!
Very nice, sir. Very nice, sir.
Very nice.
Well, that was fun.
You had a basically pro athlete on your team.
That's an unfair advantage.
Oh, come on, no one likes a sore loser.
Hey, me and losers don't exist
in the same sentence.
In my eyes, you are always a winner.
Except for today.
Today we completely destroyed you.
♪ Four, three, two, one, this is gonna be fun ♪
Damn it.