The Rookie

Swear to God, now he has this woman tied up,

his own aunt.

He has a shotgun rigged with duct tape and a string

so he can shoot her from the fireplace.

Yeah, while Chen's across town going toe-to-toe with the 5-4.

Yeah, thirty gang members against me and my T.O.

Oh, my God, that's hardcore.

How the hell'd you get out of that?

No joke, my T.O. goes, "When you're in the LAPD"...

"You're never alone."

And right on cue, an airship arrives with a SWAT team.

Damn, there's me thinking

discharging my weapon this year was a big deal.

Aw, don't beat yourself up, Chris.

I'm sure someday you'll catch up.

Oh, it's like that?

Oh, yeah. It's like that.

Come on, you guys. We're not in the Academy anymore.

We don't have to be competitive about everything.

Well, it's not a competition when I always win.

Ooh, that's a deep cut! But he does have a point.

That's it, West. Hmm?

You and me, right now

We're gonna settle this thing once and for all.

Mm.

Drink up. Drink up.

I can't believe they still can't let go of their rivalry.

Can't you? They were first and second at the Academy.

Their dads were first and second.

Oh! Sorry! Sorry! Oh, ho, ho!

You okay? Yep.

Nope.

I was just gonna get some air. How about you join me?

Sorry. No, no, no. Don't.

So, I'm actually fine.

Just...a little worried about Chris.

I mean, you always gave the best advice at the Academy.

Thank you. Uh, what's going on?

At first, I thought it was just a rocky transition.

You know, going from being top of the class

to being just another Boot.

But...he never really evened out.

Did you know he barely passed our six-month exam?

Can you believe that?

Actually, I can.

If he came in expecting it to be easy,

I mean, it is not.

I'm worried.

What if he's really not ready?

Should I say something?

I can't answer that for you.

I can tell you that this year has been tough for all of us.

I mean, no vacation, no sick days,

constantly under a microscope.

We've all stumbled.

Yeah.

If I were you, I would just...

tell Chris you're there for him.

And if he can bear down for one more month,

then he can take some time off

and just clear his head, you know, reset.

I've been trying to convince him to go on the road with me,

take an RV and camp, hike,

just disconnect from all the noise

before we come back as P2s.

See, that would be perfect.

Yeah.

Thanks.

I knew I'd feel better talking to you.

50 bucks.

Nolan! I need your help.

I'm sorry. How is this helping?

Jackson and I are tied.

One more event will settle this.

If you hit Nolan, you lose.

Wait, what game is this?

Suicide darts. Suicide darts.

Ow!

I do not wanna go to work today.

Mm, you can be a few minutes late.

Yeah, and do push-ups in between every call

and jog behind the shop?

No, thanks.

Mm.

Oh, come on! Mnh-mnh!

Bradford's chill.

I mean, maybe if you're playing pick-up with him,

but not when he's your T.O.

He once designed an IED

to blow up baby powder in my face

just to make a point.

Is he allowed to do that?

I just need to get through the next thirty days,

and then I will be free.

No more mind games. No more Tim Tests.

No more chewing me out in public.

Okay, so you're saying thirty days,

and then I can make you late?

Mm. Hm?

Mm.

Um...listen.

If we bump into each other at work,

can we please just play it cool?

I'm not cool?

No! You know what I mean!

Like, on the...D.L.

The D.L.?

Yep, I said that. I'm sorry.

Don't laugh!

Don't you work with your roommate?

Oh, Jackson's got my back. He would never talk.

Well, I can't promise I'll be able to keep my eyes off of you,

but otherwise, deal.

Thank you.

Mm.

Aah!

But, wait, Grace might actually

let her ex-husband come back home?

For the sake of her son.

Look, I-I get where she's coming from.

I mean, I did something similar with my ex.

Staying together for the kid,

even when you knew the relationship was doomed.

Did that actually make things better for Henry?

No. But what am I gonna do?

Mansplain to her that she's making a mistake?

How well is that gonna go over?

Yeah, not well.

But if you leave her alone,

you risk giving the ex an opening.

Tough one.

I'm looking for some sage advice here.

If you haven't noticed, my personal life's a dumpster fire.

All I can say is...

I'm rooting for you two.

Good luck, buddy.

You can do it.

I'm telling you.

Today is our rookies' one-year mark in the F.T.O. program.

Congratulations on not washing out.

Yet.

We'll see.

There's still time.

That also means today is the start

of your Thirty Day Push.

Why is that important, Officer Nolan?

Because in one month,

we will no longer be probationary employees,

but fully fledged patrol officers of the LAPD?

No. Damn it.

Because, as your T.O.s have pointed out,

you are not there yet.

The end of the race is always the hardest.

The Push is to remind you not to celebrate

until you cross the finish line.

Understand?

Yes, sir.

Good.

And...that's all I got.

For the first time in history,

the night shift did their jobs

left no open cases that require follow-up.

So, go on, find some crime.

And be safe out there.

It's weird we haven't had any calls yet.

Crime doesn't run on a schedule, Boot.

What are you so happy about?

What? Nothing.

Can't I smile?

You've just been doing it a lot lately.

I didn't realize happiness was an impediment

to being a good cop.

I'm just surprised you haven't tried

to talk my ear off about whatever it is.

So, what? Did you rescue a kitten?

Adopt a star?

My personal life is none of your business.

Finally. There's hope for you yet.

My mom is driving me crazy.

She's teamed up with Wesley's mom,

so every time I try to make a decision

about the wedding, I'm outnumbered.

You're the bride. Shouldn't you get final say?

I'm the only girl in either family,

so they're living vicariously.

And I don't have the bandwidth to push back

because I'm so focused on making detective.

If I don't make the next round of promotions,

I'll have to take the detective's exam again.

But while I'm distracted,

those viejas are hijacking my wedding.

Come on. I'm pretty sure it's not that bad.

They decided the color scheme should be pink and peach.

Oh, no.

Do I look like a woman who's ever worn peach?

No. You're definitely an autumn.

Is that...?

No.

No.

Wait a second.