The Rookie

- Previously on "The Rookie"...

- You have the hots for another guy?

It's not that simple.

- I don't know what there is to talk about.

- Are you saying that Vivian was the one

to spill the Glasser secrets?

Look, Vivian can be ruthless,

but conspiring with a serial killer

to put another killer back on the street,

that's beyond her usual dirty tricks.

Is it, though?

- I'm worried about Bailey, John.

- Zuzu, why are you worried about my wife?

Someone has been doing a deep background check on you.

Phones, your apartment, your office--

they're all most likely bugged.

- Things have just felt a little off

ever since Wade asked me to knock on a door.

Can I help you?

- What are you and Garza gonna do to ensure her safety?

Everything.

I'll call Garza right now and come up with a plan.

- We need to compare notes in person.

I'll be on the red eye home. - She set the trap.

- Now we see who follows her home.

- Well, it's a little hard to explain--

that part of it, anyway.

The sting operation was pretty straightforward.

That's actually not true either.

Not when you're talking about

Black Ops strike teams and joint task forces.

But policing has always come with a heavy dose

of the bizarre, am I right?

Anyway, rather than qualifying everything,

I'll just, uh-- I'll get into it.

Welcome home. - I missed you.

Ready?

Take this for you.

- We knew Heath Everett had coconspirators

inside the military.

Every branch had used his private military company

for logistic and support tasks.

And they all ran away from him

when he was indicted by the ICC for war crimes.

But we were confident that bad actors remained

inside the DOD, dug in like a tick.

And we were right.

We just didn't expect how nuclear they would go

to find out why

Bailey Nune knocked on their door.

How was your flight?

- Easy. No turbulence.

Everything good here?

- You kidding? It's LA.

Not a cloud in the sky.

- Yeah, we knew they were watching Bailey in D.C.

So call was made to bring her back here,

where we'd have home field advantage.

And it helped that the people who were watching her

didn't know we were onto them.

The problem was, we didn't know exactly who they were.

God, it was hard being out of the loop

while you set this sting up.

Intellectually, I knew we couldn't risk them

intercepting communication, but emotionally,

you know I get crazy FOMO.

I'm not sure that it's FOMO

when you're the person being stalked.

Sat phone's on open party line. Go ahead and say hi.

- What's our call sign? - Spy Game.

We're all spy movies. - And whose idea was that?

- That's not important. - Uh-huh.

This is Spy Game. We're in the field.

Welcome home, Spy Game.

Tinker Tailor at your six, about a quarter mile back.

So far, we've counted two tails,

one gray Ford pickup and one silver 5 Series,

but there could be more.

- Red October on a parallel route.

We have a question mark on an appliance store box truck

mirroring your path.

We're waiting on an infrared drone

to take a look inside the back.

ETA ten minutes.

LAX expanded the no-fly zone,

so I can't get the drone overhead until you're clear.

- Did you notice any unfriendlies

on the plane, Spy Game?

- No, but we're dealing with tradecraft rock stars.

It's very possible there was someone on board

that I didn't clock.

Any luck on getting an ID

on the woman who answered the door?

- Little hard to pull facial recognition on a drawing.

Not that you're not talented.

- Oof. - Oh, she's not.

- Ouch. - My wife knows this.

It's the one thing she does not do well.

I feel it's important I use it to keep her humble.

That's true.

- Not to be judgy, but if Tailor called me out

on an open channel, I'd be a little frosty.

All right, let's focus.

We're coming up on our first intercept.

Sneakers, you in position?

Ready and waiting.

Still don't know why I have to be called Sneakers.

- Are you kidding? It's a classic in the genre.

Redford, Poitier, directed by Phil Alden Robinson.

- I'm just saying, Bond or Bourne

would have been way cooler.

- You want to be called Austin Powers, keep complaining, boy.

Mount up--we're one minute from intercept street.

Copy that.

- Same gray pickup just turned in behind us.

Plate of 2 Sam Boy Ida 6-5-3.

- Plates come back to La Brea Auto Rentals.

- OK, not that they'd use real IDs,

but let me see if I can get a warrant anyway.

Send in the truck.

Sneakers, you're up.

- Hey! - Hey.

It's just a rental. Who cares?

Just chill.

We got picture.

What about sound?

It's the principle.

Asshats like that think they own the street.

It's my street.

- You gotta get off the juice, Hondo.

- We have eyes and ears on the gray pickup

and our first name, Hondo.

And look who's riding with him.

Could be our girl from the Pentagon.

- Send me a screen grab and I'll confirm.

That's her.

"Will you walk into my parlour, said the Spider to the Fly.

'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy."

It's a poem. A famous poem.

Oh.

"These pigs want to blow my house down.

"Head underground to the next town.

"They get mad when they come to raid my pad

"and I'm out in the nine-deuce Cad'.

Insane in the membrane, insane in the brain."

Cypress Hill. It's also famous.

Two days from the election,

and you are way behind in the polls.

Your opponent has been hammering you on your failure

to prosecute Liam Glasser,

allowing an alleged serial killer to go free.

And then today's shocking bombshell allegations.

You must be desperate to do some damage control.

Not at all.

I'm here to set the record straight.

The accusations leveled against me today

required an immediate and vehement denial.

- All right, let's talk about them.

Walk me through the day.

- Your campaign is on life support.

My campaign?

Thought we were in this together.

- We are, but what I'm trying to say

is that it's time to take the gloves off.

- That's not the kind of race I want to run.

- A winning one? - Well--

Wesley.

Look, I appreciate that you consider yourself to be

a man of integrity, and I wish that that was enough to win,

but Vivian is not pulling her punches.

Tell him, Angela.

- Sorry, there's a big sting operation underway

at this moment, and I would much rather

be in the middle of it.

Nothing personal. - Are you kidding me?

I'd rather be anywhere than the beginning of a day

filled with campaign stops.

But if we quit now, Vivian wins outright.

That's unacceptable. - I'll say.

She colluded with a serial killer to free another.

She's a monster.

I just wish we could tell the voters that

without getting sued for slander.

I know, but at this point,

it would reek of Wesley trying to blame her

for his own failures. -

- But that doesn't mean that we can't go after Vivian

in other ways.

I'm listening.

- Our oppo people have procured a video of Vivian

being highly abusive to her staff.

- Procured? Sounds like code for stolen.

Doesn't matter.

I can't imagine a video of Vivian

being a mean girl will do jack squat

to close the gap with only two days left.

She's right.

It's very possible I'm about to be slaughtered on election day.