The Rookie

There he is. 7-Adam-07, show us Code 6

on a suspected mail theft, 2210 Rosemont.

Sir!

Are those your packages?

Totally. Where you taking them?

My mom's.

You have an ID, says you live here?

I forgot my wallet.

How about opening the front door to prove that's your house?

Uh, I-I locked my keys inside.

But I can jump the fence and I can get my hide-a-key.

Sir, put down the packages. You're under arrest.

Oh, no, this is just gonna take a second, bro.

Hey, hey! Stop! Give it a second.

Why?

"Beware of dog."

Easy!

No! No! N-No!

Get an ambulance!

Ooh! Looking sharp.

Thanks. I kind of missed wearing a suit.

Liar.

First day back at work. How you feeling?

I feel great. Great.

Because the couch is getting a you-shaped dent in it.

Time to get back in the game, Counselor.

My mom always says "Today's a great day for a great day."

You got this.

Would somebody please tell me the difference

between Greyhound and Deep River?

Hey. Can I help you?

Is Barbara here?

Oh, I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong house.

No, this was my house.

Our house.

When Barbara and I were married.

Howard Green.

Oh. John Nolan. Yeah, I just, uh --

I just bought the place. Wow. Looking good.

Barbara always said the bones were special.

But we could never afford to do any work.

You're fixing it up yourself?

Yeah, I sure am.

And I don't mean to be rude, but I do --

I have to get ready for work.

Sure. Uh...

Sorry, uh, to trouble you. Uh...

Everything okay, Howard?

Not really.

Five years ago, I walked out that door and never came back.

Barbara gave me an ultimatum --

my family or the drugs.

Ohh.

That's rough.

I'm dying.

Brain cancer.

I just found out.

Maybe it's selfish,

but I want them to know that I chose wrong

before I'm gone.

So i-i-if you know where they are

or how I can, uh...

Howard, I'm so sorry.

I bought the house in foreclosure from the bank.

I don't have any contact information

for your family.

Okay.

Thank you for your time, and, uh...

good luck with the renovation.

Thank you.

I have to help him, though, right?

That's karma 101 -- help the dying guy.

What?

Nothing. What's got you a million miles away?

Nothing.

Judge granted me an overnight visit with Lila. Tomorrow night.

That's great. You must be so happy.

If you equate debilitating anxiety

with happiness, then sure.

It's been six months since I spent

more than a couple hours a week with her.

It's just, she's changed so much.

And you're afraid that you've forgotten how to be a mom?

No. Don't worry.

She's gonna be so excited just to hang out with you.

You got her room all set up?

Yeah, I'm doing that tonight.

I have a stack of Swedish furniture to assemble.

Well, if you need a hand...

What, you think because I'm a girl, I'm not handy?

Not what I said. I just know how challenging

Allen wrench furniture can be.

Fair point.

Harper. Just got a call from a crime scene.

Some woman was assaulted in her apartment.

They took her to the hospital. Okay.

Responding officer noticed a framed photo

on the victim's bookshelf -- thought I should see it.

That's you, right?

Yeah. In an undercover life.

Crystal? Yeah.

Who's the other lady?

It's Eva Ruiz.

We were tight for a while.

I used her to get close to some bad people.

Haven't seen her in years.

Any word on who beat her up?

No. And she's not talking.

Is there any reason detectives should proceed carefully

with their investigation?

No, sir.

Eva is squarely in my rearview.

Okay.

You know, if you want, we can drop by the hospital,

see how your friend is doing.

She's not my friend. She was a means to an end.

Then why are you upset?

Oh! Excuse me! Excuse me. Mm-hmm.

I found this lost dog.

Aww. Aren't you sweet.

Uh, but lost dogs are actually an Animal Control issue.

Oh, of course.

But I figured all this blood made it an LAPD issue.

There isn't a scratch on her.

Where was she? Middle of Wilshire Boulevard.

Little cutie was frantic, almost got herself squashed.

What's the holdup?

We need to swing by a vet,

see if there's a chip in this dog.

She could've come from a crime scene.

Hey!

You're under arrest.

Sir, you should stay in your car.

That was sick.

Whoa. You're Sterling Freeman.

Wh-- He's Sterling Freeman.

Who?

I'm an actor.

Good for you. Are you kidding?

He's the star of "Hot Suspect."

Sounds like a porno.

It's not, okay? It's the highest-rated cop show on TV.

You watch it? Oh, yeah.

I mean, every single week. It's amazing.

It's all right. It's nothing like the work

you do in the real world, Officer...?

West. Jackson.

Jackson.

Well, good to meet you, Jackson.

Maybe you could teach me that slide sometime.

Sure. Yeah, I'd, uh -- I'd be happy to.

Let's go, Hollywood.

Eva was beaten pretty savagely.

They broke her arm and four ribs,

ruptured an eardrum.

Luckily, there were no internal injuries.

Uh, she told detectives she didn't remember the beating.

Is that possible? Sure.

Although, medically speaking,

I don't think there was enough head trauma to explain that.

So she could be lying.

That's more your department.

You can go in and talk to her, if you want.

No, I can't blow my cover.

If my real identity got out, it would put her in jeopardy.

How so? She introduced me to a lot of bad people.

They would think she was a snitch

and they would kill her.

So that's it? We just walk away?

Her attacker gets away with it?

There is one person she might talk to.

Does this place have a lost and found?

Sgt. I hear you had a brush with fame this morning.

Sterling Freeman? Yes, sir.

Well, you must have made an impression,

'cause Mr. Freeman called in a favor with the Chief,

asked if you can come be a technical advisor

on his show today. Really?

He wants a rookie to tell him how to be a pretend cop?

No wonder Hollywood always gets it wrong.

Which is why you're going with him.

And before you protest

that you'd rather clean the drunk tank --

With my tongue. I will let you work 10-hour shifts next week

if you could please teach these actors

how to properly clear a room --

or at least use their radios.

Luna makes you watch.

Every week.

It's all I can do not to punch my fist through the TV.

Just...please.

Copy that.

Never hung out with a celebrity before.

You're lucky.

I might need you to get...

I'll meet you in the shop. Okay.

...a few of those to me by the end of the day.

Whoa. Sorry.

No problem. You just snuck up on me.

Um, I'll send the request when I get back to the office, okay?