The Rookie

I hate beach calls.

Getting this close to the water

without being able to dive in is torture.

Not for me.

It's no surprise there.

Hating one of nature's greatest gifts

is totally on-brand for you.

I don't hate the beach. I'm just not a fan of the ocean.

You know, psychologically speaking,

fear of the water equates to a fear

of not being in complete control of your environment.

Again, on-brand. Uh, you know, also,

good luck dating a lifeguard.

Hey, Ash.

Hey.

Wow. When I called for the cops,

I didn't expect them to send their best.

And hottest.

Uh, so you called about a...

Yeah. It's right over here.

Did you hear her say "the hottest"?

Washed up an hour ago. A couple kids found it.

That's why I don't swim in the ocean.

It's a dumping ground for sewage, narcotics,

and human remains.

Still feel like going in?

You offer French and Mandarin?

Yes, and you don't have to choose.

If Jack is admitted to Franklin Crest,

he could study both.

He'd be three when he starts here.

This all sounds amazing.

My pre-school was my aunt's apartment,

where she watched me and seven of my cousins.

That must've been so much fun.

But study after study has shown that nurturing children's minds

between the ages of three and five is crucial

to a successful academic career.

And where better to nurture your child than here?

I can see why they call this place

the Harvard of pre-schools.

We like to think of Harvard

as the Franklin Crest of universities.

And what do you do

to keep the kids from becoming overprivileged monsters?

What are you doing?

I went to schools like this most of my life.

Most of the kids were awful, entitled.

And rich and successful. Be nice.

I'm sorry. We're having trouble with the audio on our end.

We were talking about Harvard.

Right. 80% of our students attend Ivy League schools.

Oh, and that's a selling point?

The Ivy League is a breeding ground

for even more entitlement.

I went to Harvard.

Well...

What was --

Sorry -- Frozen --

You know -- call -- back.

What the hell are you doing?

Look, I know you are dying to send Jack here,

but we need to make sure it's a healthy environment.

I have to get to work.

Call them back and reschedule the rest of the interview.

Sometimes I just can't believe you.

Hey! Oh, congratulations!

John Nolan, Union Delegate.

How do you feel?

I feel amazing. This is incredible.

Guys, you didn't do this all yourselves, did you?

Oh, my goodness. No.

Uh, they were just left at the front desk.

Oh. "To LAPD's newest union delegate.

From your friends at the mayor's office."

Wow.

I am so happy for you.

John, you worked really, really hard to get this,

and I think you are gonna do just an amazing job.

Thank you. That -- That actually means a lot to me.

- Are you okay? - Uh, yeah.

Uh, it's -- it's, uh, the pregnancy hormones.

They -- They make me, uh, pathologically cheerful.

Oh. So, um...

Seriously, it's the worst thing.

Um, I am gonna go set up the shop,

and I will let you all deal with this long line.

What long line? Oh, yes.

So, in honor of your first day as union delegate,

half the cops in the station want to, um --

well, they -- they want to talk to you.

That's what I'm gonna talk to him about.

They haven't restocked the vending machine

with cheese puffs in six months.

I need my puffs.

A citizen just filed a complaint.

I need you to represent me.

So, what was the complaint?

I was taking a statement from a homeowner,

and, well, I needed to use her bathroom,

and now she's claiming that I destroyed her toilet.

I want to use a .44 Magnum as my duty weapon.

When are we getting air-conditioned body armor?

I'm just looking to get my emotional support pig deputized.

Seriously?

You had this job yesterday.

Already cracking under the stress, Nolan?

No. I'm just wondering what you were doing

for the last 12 years as union rep.

It seems like none of these people's needs were being met.

Yeah, cops always find something to whine about.

Plus, I told everybody

how eager you are to hear their problems.

No matter how small. You're welcome.

Already hard at work, I see.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Landon Briggs.

I'm the Union --President.

Yes, I know. Great to finally meet you.

Consider this a welcome present.

But my small gift is only the beginning.

You're about to be wined and dined across this great city.

I've already received a-a few gifts,

but I'm just excited to get started.

I-I'm glad you stopped by.

What's a good e-mail for you

so I can send you a list of my proposals?

- I'm sorry -- proposals? - Yeah.

I, um, campaigned on the promise of change.

At the top of the list is a mental health initiative

that dispatches counselors on all calls

involving mental illness.

Oh, slow down there, son.

Our fight right now isn't about the people out there.

It's about making sure our brothers in blue

get everything they deserve -- uh, paid overtime, benefits.

Eh...

there'll be time for your list later.

The most important thing now is to relax.

Enjoy your victory.

Hey. Heard about that hand that washed up yesterday.

God, I know. It's super gross, right?

You got any theories?

A couple. I...

At first, I was thinking maybe human trafficking,

maybe the boat capsized, took someone's hand off,

but then I realized that the way the hand was severed

- spoke more to some type of torture. - Ah.

Sorry, I watch a lot of true crime.

Oh, me, too.

I'm actually thinking

it's a "Gone Girl" gone wrong scenario.

Ooh, I like that.

Yeah, maybe she was, uh, trying to fake a drowning,

but then got caught in her boat propeller.

Exactly, yeah. Nice.

- I'll see you around. - Mm-hmm.

Hey. Hi.

What's that look?

N-Nothing. What?

You wanted to strangle that guy last week.

Now you're all sweet on him? "Sweet on him"?

What? Did -- Did we suddenly just get dropped in the 1950s?

What? All done.

Who knew a dead hand would require so much paperwork?

Oh, hey, do you have plans tonight?

No. Why?

My friend Olive won four raffle tickets

to this fancy dinner thing, and she just invited us.

What's a "fancy dinner thing"?

It's called Osia.

It's an exclusive pop-up on the beach in Malibu --

one night only, 12 fusion courses,

wine pairings included.

"An experiment in molecular gastronomy."

I'll have to think about it.

What's there to think about?

Uh, the control freak in him

doesn't like to try new things, so...

I'm not a control freak.

I would be happy to go to your dinner thing.

Sergeant Grey?

Lieutenant... Caba-relli?

It's Cabarelli. Ah.

But call me Romeo.

Uh, thank you. Wade.

- And how was your flight? - Eh, good, I suppose.

A little tight perhaps.

The Carabinieri does not pay for business class.

- You're talking to a large man. Trust me, I understand. - Yeah.

So, you're hunting a fugitive. Tell me about him.

Kai Zullo.

Murdered a woman in a home invasion in Rome.

Made off with 100,000 Euros worth of diamonds.

Landed in Los Angeles three days ago.

Does he have any family or friends here?

No. We believe he wants to hide in a large city

until he can escape to South America.

He's fluent in many languages.

Well, he came to the right place.