The Rookie

Previously on "The Rookie"...

Mom.

Hey, Timmy.

Tell your boss the secure phone network

is no longer secure.

Federal ears are listening.

Come on, buddy.

It's creepy how easily

he can fake loving his family.

- They're his disguise. - They just don't know it.

- Traffic camera just captured Glasser and his victim

in a green Jeep Cherokee.

All those bodies they found...

Liam did that?

Yes.

- Yeah, so there's really no script for this, you know?

Family court judges, they... they hear BS all day long.

They just want sincerity.

Remember, you have every right to be there...

So just speak from the heart,

emphasize how much you miss your kids.

I'll handle the rest.

Hold on one sec.

Morning.

Morning.

Liam?

Liam!

Liam, are you there?

- Hey. - Hey.

- Good news... - Kojo made a new friend

at the dog park this morning.

It's this sweetest little labradoodle.

You can tell he doesn't have

two brain cells to rub together,

but, boy, is he trying.

Then he is right at Kojo's level.

Oh, and I ran into Mrs. Grant.

She wants to invite us over for dinner on Saturday.

No. Say no.

She is the biggest gossip in the neighborhood.

I am aware, which is why I said yes.

Wha...

I need to know what's going on

with that yellow house.

OK, fine.

But if she starts listing off her ailments,

I am faking a family emergency.

Deal.

OK, I'm gonna be late.

I need to shower.

- Um... - OK.

Don't let the eggs burn!

Yep, I'm on it.

Yeah.

Sir.

What?

- How's he doing? - Stable for now.

He got hit twice.

How about Glasser?

Not a scratch on him.

Do we know anything?

It looks like a drive-by shooting.

The mail carrier got shot.

And Glasser did not.

Doesn't seem fair.

Innocent bystander takes a round

while an...

equally innocent civilian

escapes harm.

Regardless of the target,

our job remains the same...

contain the scene and investigate.

Go push back the lines.

Press is gonna be landing soon.

We need to control the whole block.

Yes, sir. On it.

All right.

Let's get to it.

So what's going on?

My name is Malcolm Walsh.

I'm Liam Glasser's attorney.

Mr. Glasser.

Glad you're OK.

How sweet of you to say.

Any idea who did this?

I can only imagine.

Given my wrongful arrest and detention,

there are a lot of people who remain angry with me,

despite my being found innocent.

Being found innocent and not prosecuted

are two different things.

Look, none of that matters.

We're gonna need a list of names,

anyone who's threatened you recently.

Of course, I'm happy to help.

Liam, you all right?

Given the circumstances.

This attack needs to be investigated

with the full weight of the LAPD,

or I will rain down destruction...

OK. Dial it down, counselor.

We responded in full force as soon as that 911 call came in,

and we are ready to dedicate any necessary resources.

Now, Sergeant Chen will take a formal statement

from Mr. Glasser while Officer Nolan and I go inside.

Hold on, hold on.

You do not have permission to enter my client's home.

The crime scene is out here.

Actually, you're wrong.

We need to retrieve those bullets,

which means we need to go inside.

- I'm not giving you a chance to plant evidence.

- That's not gonna happen. - You expect me to believe that

after the campaign of harassment against my client?

Sir, the law couldn't be any more clear.

If you're worried about misconduct,

you can review these body cams once this case is over.

All right.

Why don't you tell me everything that happened?

The more thorough you are, the better.

- You think he's afraid we'll find something incriminating?

- No, Glasser's too disciplined to leave trophies in the house.

Malcolm's just being a lawyer.

Wife and kids left him, right?

- Yeah. - Not long after the arrest,

the house became a focal point for the anger of the victim,

so she filed a restraining order against him

and moved in with her parents.

Police! Someone here?

Show yourself now!

Oops.

In all the excitement, I forgot...

Hi.

Ooh.

My girlfriend's inside.

I just woke up.

What's happening?

There was a shooting.

Who are you?

Daisy Gallagher.

Otherwise known as the love of Liam's life.

I'm gonna make some coffee.

You want any?

New firm.

Day one.

Although, I gotta say, it would feel

a little more real if we actually had, you know,

our own office.

To be fair, we did,

just the building got condemned.

And our security deposit?

I'm working on that.

But the office, it doesn't matter.

We can be lawyers anywhere.

We need clients, Wes.

Otherwise, we're just two dudes having coffee in your house,

which I'm sure Angela cannot be happy about.

Correct.

She threatened me with a slow and painful death

if we're not out of here by Thursday.

Yeah.

Hey.

Maybe this is a new client.

- Yeah, right. - Hello.

Yo. Hi.

I, uh... I got your name from Monica Stevens.

She used to be my lawyer, but now I guess

she got disbarred or something.

Anyway, I'm in a bit of a jam, or a potential jam,

and she said that, um, I should hire you.

She said that $50,000 should get the ball rolling.

Yeah.

Uh, that is a solid retainer.

50K.

Can you tell me what your potential legal liability is?

Not on the phone.

Just come to my house.

I'll text you the address.

Oh, hey, can you pick up some single malt on the way?

- Um... - You know what? Never mind.

I'll just order it myself.

And hurry, 'cause I think the cops

might swing by on the "soon" side.

Uh, yeah.

- Come on. - You're pulling my leg.

You're telling me that was a potential client?

It is, indeed.

And he's in immediate need of our services.

Just give me one second.

Yeah, yeah, do your thing.

You're welcome!

Thanks, I think.

Anything we need to know about this guy?

Ethan McAvoy.

Oh.

So he made a fortune at the dawn of the internet

and has done literally nothing since,

except try to spend it all on bad lifestyle choices.

He's a dream client.

He's always getting into some kind of trouble.