The Rookie

Previously on "The Rookie"...

Rosalind Dyer was convicted of killing.

The bodies were never recovered.

There's another body. And it's much fresher.

Rosalind: Don't look at me.

I've been in prison for the last five years.

What's DOD? "Day of Death."

Wesley, wake up! You mixed anxiety meds and alcohol.

Are you trying to kill yourself? I don't...know.

Armstrong: Rosalind put the letter in the book for me to find...

to torture me.

The only person that knew

Rosalind buried a body in that spot is her.

Maybe she was working with someone from back in the day.

Lucy. Hey.

Caleb. Mm.

We have found our next victim, and she is alive.

In pursuit of suspect. Requesting airship --

Nolan!

You're saying that I should go get a drink?

Maybe even with another human.

To you. To me.

You put something in my drink.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Mm. You know what it is?

Tell me.

My day of death.

Ooh!

Oh!

Good morning!

Gonna be another awesome day in the LAPD.

Hmm.

Guess your date went well.

I know it looks bad.

Looks bad?

I asked you if you were trying to kill yourself,

and you said, "I don't know."

I was out of it.

I'm not gonna do that again. I promise.

Hey.

You can go to work.

I already called in sick.

You know, I don't need a babysitter.

Tough.

Reporter: The following is a statement

from convicted serial killer Rosalind Dyer.

But first, a warning --

this may be disturbing to some of our viewers.

She writes, "Five years ago,

Detective Nick Armstrong looked into my eyes

and fulfilled his darkest fantasy,

arresting me for playing at slaughter.

Since that moment, I have lived in a variety of cells.

Until yesterday, the world thought

that I was trapped inside cinderblock walls --

a prisoner.

But I've been killing this whole time."

Hey. Have you seen Lucy?

Uh, no, not yet.

She didn't come home last night.

Well, she's a grown woman. Why? Are you worried?

No. I-I mean, yeah, a little.

I-I texted and called -- there's still no answer.

Her phone could be dead.

She's always complaining

the charger in her car doesn't work.

Harper. Did you see Lucy in the locker room?

No. Why?

If she's just running late and we ring the fire alarm,

she'll get dinged, but --

But if we don't and something terrible --

Sergeant.

Yeah.

Tell him.

Lucy did not come home last night.

She's not responding to texts or calls.

Okay. W--

Did she go out with that guy?

The -- The one she met at a bar.

Caleb...Wright. With a "W."

Yeah, yeah, she was, uh, heading to meet him

when we walked out together last night about 8:30.

Haven't heard from her since.

Could've ended up at his place -- overslept.

No. Lucy doesn't do one-night stands. No. And she's never late.

What do you know about this Caleb guy?

Nothing.

No, he, uh -- he said that he worked for a medical supply company.

I saw a video of him playing with a puppy.

Chen was checking out his social media page.

Alright, take West, run a background check.

I want to know everything you can find on Caleb

before we knock on his door.

And find Armstrong.

Right. Come on.

I'll run a trace on Lucy's phone,

get her into MUPS and NaMus systems.

Everyone, listen up!

Officer Lucy Chen has not been seen for approximately 13 hours.

Given the circumstance, we cannot rule out abduction.

So stop whatever you're doing.

I want everyone on this until she's located.

Notify S.O., see if they can shag calls for service.

Phone company says GPS is disabled.

Last tower ping was on Sixth and LaBrea at 9:07 last night.

That is not far from the bar where we were

when she met Caleb -- it's, uh, Las Torres.

Control, I need a shop to swing by Las Torres

looking for a missing officer, Lucy Chen.

Code 3. Copy that.

So, what do we do now? Go to the hospital.

Talk to the victim you saved,

see if she has any insight to help us find this guy.

If anything's happened to Lucy --

Don't go there.

If she is in trouble, the only way you are good to her

is if you are focused solely on saving her,

not playing worst-case scenarios.

Caleb Wright doesn't seem to exist.

That's impossible. I saw his social media page.

Well, it's gone now. He must've erased it.

But if he is our guy,

then he's already faked one identity.

Bryan Coleman. Exactly.

He stole his life to gain access to the old zoo.

Used its isolation to kill his victims.

But with that place burned, he's gonna need new killing ground.

My guess is he already has one

and that's where Lucy is right now.

Oh, hey. You're up.

I'd offer you some, but it's better

if your stomach's empty, you know, later.

All the screaming tends to make you --

Can -- Can I at least have some water?

Oh, of course. I'm not a monster.

Don't get greedy.

Is this why you hit on me in that bar?

Why you asked me out? So you could make me a victim?

Oh. No. no.

I see the confusion.

You weren't the target.

You were just a happy opportunity.

I was there scoping out Armstrong.

Honestly, I don't know what Rosalind sees in the guy.

But who am I to judge?

We all have our fetishes.

Are you gonna bury me

in Rosalind's third unmarked grave?

I think so?

I was gonna put Nora in there,

but then your friend screwed that up.

Why are you doing this?

You know, that's more of a second date question.

And we're just not gonna get there.

I'm sorry.

Now, I got to get to it.

I got a lot to do before I put you inside -- Wait, wait, wait.

Uh, why -- why the tattoo?

Is it... some display of ownership?

The ultimate control over another person --

deciding when they die?

No.

It's not for me, silly.

It's for you.

To force you to face the truth of your death.

It's the gift of something we rarely get in life --

clarity.

Did Rosalind teach you that?

No!

That's mine.

I just thought Rosalind is your mentor, so ---

No, no, no. It's not like that.

We're equals.

Does she know that?

You're good, Officer Chen.

I'm gonna enjoy this.

More than I thought I would.

Ms. Valdez?

You saved me.

Yeah.

Thanking you seems... inadequate.

And unnecessary.

We were just happy we were there in time.

Now maybe you can help us save someone else.

Oh, no.

I'm afraid so.

Uh, a friend of ours might have been taken.

Anything that you can remember about your experience

would really help us.

I never saw his face.

He wore that horrible mask.

How long after he took you did he give you the tattoo?

At least 12 hours.

I was leaving work when he grabbed me.

Around 8:00 or 9:00.

That's the same timeline as Lucy.

Did he say or do anything that stood out to you?

Yeah.

He was so...happy.

He kept saying that she was going to be impressed by him.