The Rookie

- So which one of these is your first choice?

Whichever one I get into.

You mean you have no preference?

- Honestly, I just grabbed a handful of brochures

from the counselor's office.

I really didn't look at them.

Morning, sleepyhead.

- Morning. - What's all this?

- Bailey is helping me with my college applications

before school.

- Isn't it a little late in the year to be applying?

- Yeah. - I have analysis paralysis,

otherwise known as overthinking.

- Right. - Plus a well-documented

procrastination disorder.

You know, like Elvis, Mozart,

and the "Game of Thrones" guy?

I also like to prioritize other,

more enjoyable interests.

Basically, I've been frozen with fear about my future,

and now I find myself up against it

with time almost run out.

When is it due?

- Midnight. - Midnight tonight?

I also need letters of recommendation.

Bailey already wrote me one, but I was kind of hoping

that you would write me one, too.

By tonight?

Uh, well, I mean, today's gonna be a little bit hectic.

LAPD is transferring Heath Everett

from Terminal Island to the courthouse downtown.

That's the guy who

crashed the plane you were on and then escaped.

Briefly escaped, yes.

And it's down to us to make sure he doesn't do it again,

but I think we should have him round-tripped

by late afternoon.

I can write you a letter then.

You are quite literally the best.

After Bailey.

That goes without saying.

Wesley.

- I know. - I mean, seriously?

Contractor promised that the new offices

would be repainted by Friday.

Which... he also promised last week.

But Del Monte and I are moving in on Monday, no matter what.

- Hey. - Good morning.

You know, this is ridiculous.

When I said you could keep the ring here,

I didn't expect you to come visit it every day.

It's not every day.

Fine, but I... I can't keep it at the house

and risk Lucy finding it.

Well, you can't keep it here anymore

because Emmy found it and stuck it up her nose.

- What? - Don't worry, I cleaned it.

- OK, so... - what do I do with it now?

How about give it to Lucy?

You do have a plan for the proposal, right?

- I mean, I'm... - I'm cycling through options.

You know, I... I want the moment to be perfect.

- Given that the whole station knows you're gonna propose,

you got a day, two tops, before Lucy finds out.

Bomb squad just finished clearing

all ingress and egress routes to the courthouse.

And underground access points?

Blocked, searched, and guarded.

How did the preemptive strikes go?

Metro executed them early this morning.

We've got 20 of Everett's known associates in custody.

Hey.

What do you think prison feels like to a guy

whose whole life was luxury?

I mean, the bathroom on Everett's yacht's

bigger than his prison cell.

Look, Everett did time in the Army, OK?

He is not soft.

Plus, I will bet you anything he does not believe

that he's gonna remain in prison for long, so.

- Wow. - Lot of lawyers.

And yet,

this is just a fraction of my legal dream team.

I'm adding new ones every day.

Like this guy.

What's your name?

Malcolm Walsh.

- Right. - Oh, right!

You're the guy who, uh...

you got the serial killer off, right?

Alleged.

Yes, sir. Liam Glasser.

I mean, come on.

That doesn't happen.

If I were you guys,

I would pack up my little tents and just go.

You gotta be kidding me.

I watched you murder a man in cold blood.

There isn't a legal team on the planet that's gonna keep you

from spending the rest of your life in prison...

That's not why we're here.

Today is solely about your court appearance.

Mm.

In four hours, you will be escorted

to the courthouse for a preliminary hearing.

This will be a multi-agency escort armed to the teeth

and prepared to vigorously deny

any attempts to free you from custody.

And if anything does go wrong,

the DOJ will immediately seek to transfer you

to a supermax prison while the full weight of the DOJ

and the LAPD will be brought down upon

your entire legal team for collusion.

Now, I don't expect you to give a crap about that,

but they sure will.

This is outrageous.

If you think you can intimidate us with this dog and pony show,

you got another thing coming.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You've mistaken this conversation for a threat.

It is not a threat, it is a promise.

Today will go smoothly

or lawyers will start catching fists.

Oh.

Act accordingly.

See you later.

He's a smug bastard.

- Yeah, but is it because he's up to something

or because he's just made of privilege?

So I would definitely bet on the former.

I agree.

- Tim, we're gonna go alpha level on the escort.

- Understood. - I'll set it in motion.

- Everett? - Yeah.

Day can't be over soon enough.

- Have you ever written a recommendation letter?

- Nope. - Never?

Now, there are very few people

I recommend for anything,

and the beauty of being Tim Bradford is,

people are too scared to ask.

Right.

Is that it?

Yeah.

Can I see?

She's gonna love it.

- You think? - I do.

Just gonna put it loose in your pocket like that?

Yeah, that box is too cumbersome.

And to be honest, I don't trust the locker room.

- Morning. - Big day, huh?

- Every day is a big day in the LAPD, Penn.

Good morning.

Uh, sorry to just drop by unannounced.

I don't like that you know where I live.

May I come in?

I have a business offer that I think you might appreciate.

Close the door.

New offices will be ready next week.

Exciting.

Listen.

It's no secret that my profile has blown up

since I got Glasser off.

In fact, I've just taken on Heath Everett as a client.

I'm handling the state charges.

- So you came here to brag? - No.

To make amends.

Deep down, I know that my success

is based in your misfortune.

And I'd like to try to balance the scales.

Pass.

But thank you for your concern.

Sergeant Tim Bradford is claiming that

Everett offered up $10 million to help him escape.

- Yeah, well, he tried to corrupt the wrong man.

Tim is as straight an arrow as it comes.

- Still, there's no evidence to support Bradford's account.

And given the scale of the charges against my client,

attempted bribery just seems petty.

Everett feels that Bradford is acting like

a little bitch.

His words.

- Well, I think Everett has more to worry about

than the smallest item on his charge sheet.

Oh, I don't disagree, but he's a client.

He wants it dropped.

You are much better positioned to persuade Bradford than I am.

Why would I say yes?

- Lawyers need clients and law offices aren't cheap.

Look, you and I both know that

Everett is made of money and not afraid to spend it.

You will be paid handsomely, regardless of outcome.

Hmm.

In exactly 12 hours,

I will be a graduate of the FTO program.

I think.

What do you mean, "I think"?

Nobody else has brought it up.

Oh.

- Oh, what? - Nothing.