The Rookie: Feds

Special Agent Simone Clark, FBI.

And you are?

Special Agent Brendon Acres.

Aaah!

We did it, B!

But I'm gonna tell you something. You should not be here.

You should be out at a bar, picking up hot chicks

with your shiny, new creds, not coming with me

to say goodbye to my former students.

- You listen to me. - It's a huge day for you.

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

All right.

Get ready to see me ugly-cry.

Surprise!

Thank you, guys!

My God.

I've had a crush on you since my freshman year.

- Ooh! - Okay.

Hannah, I'm flattered, but that's wildly inappropriate.

- What? - No, not you, Miss Clark.

I'm talking about Vampire Cop.

Lord.

I just loved you so much on that show.

Is there any chance that they're gonna reboot it?

Well, I don't know. Not with me.

My acting days are... Are over.

I'm a real cop now, an FBI agent like...

Miss Clark here.

That's right. So everybody relax.

Stop taking pictures.

Listen, do not embarrass me in front of company.

- What?! - You...

My daughter is in this school.

I have a right to see my daughter!

- Sir, I cannot let you... - Don't you touch me!

Now, don't you... Don't you touch me!

My daughter is in this school, and I'm gonna see her!

Marjorie, call 911.

Go out this door down the side.

It's gonna lead you behind the dumpster.

Sneak up on him while I try to De-escalate this.

Stay in this room.

Hey, sir! Be easy!

Back off!

I just need to take my daughter home!

I never wanted any of this!

I know you don't, so why don't you put the bat down?

And let's talk about this.

Listen, i-if your daughter is anything like me

when I was her age,

she worships her daddy.

You're her hero.

You don't want her to look out here and see her hero like this.

Don't you break that baby's heart.

I didn't ask for this damn divorce!

It's okay! We got this.

We're Feds.

Welcome back. Need a ride?

- John Nolan. - People are gonna start to talk.

Let them talk.

So, your first day as an FBI agent.

- You nervous? - No.

Yeah, a little.

I mean, ooh, it's finally here.

The dream is no longer deferred.

On top of that, you set the bar pretty high

the last time you were here.

Question is, will the Bureau give you credit for it,

or are they gonna make you prove yourself all over again?

Garza will, I think.

But as a Black woman,

there's no resting on your laurels.

You gotta armor up every day and prove you belong.

Well, if you need someone to armor up next to you,

you know who to call.

The cutest guy I know.

I told you, I don't have access to what you're looking for.

You're lying.

But I appreciate your loyalty.

But we're leaving here with what we came for.

And when we're done, you'll be dead.

The only question is, are you gonna give us what we want,

or are we gonna have to kill them, too?

Daddy! I'm here.

I thought you weren't coming until tomorrow.

It is tomorrow.

I took a red-eye,

and I gotta get right into the office.

It's my first day, and I can't be late.

You never told me how long you'll be staying.

Well, I guess until I can find

something that's affordable

with enough room for the twins when they come home from college.

So, forever.

Ha, ha.

What, you worried about me cramping your style with the ladies?

It's not about the ladies.

It's a little about the ladies,

but it's mostly about the kind of work I do in the community.

Meaning, how are you gonna represent police reform

when you got the police in your home?

Exactly.

Okay, well, you just tell them that I'm working in a brand-new unit,

and I'm gonna reform the FBI from the inside.

So, how was D.C.?

- Frustrating. - I bet.

You know, can I just say I'm kind of flattered

you went all the way out there to complain about me?

Don't be cute.

This special unit of yours is counter to the entire FBI ethos.

Exactly, Tracy. The Bureau needs an upgrade.

Less process, more police work.

How do you think it's going in there?

You're the people expert.

I'm a profiler, not a body-language specialist.

Wouldn't take a specialist to read that.

Tracy, please, the Bureau needs a rapid-response unit

that can jump in on fast-moving cases.

I really wish you wouldn't see

what I'm trying to do as such a threat.

Well, I might be a little less concerned

if you hadn't picked Laura and Carter.

They are outside-the-box thinkers,

and they are experts in their fields.

They're a hot mess.

Laura melted down at BSU, and Carter can't stay out of his own way.

And why on Earth

would you be stepping in on a murder case

LAPD just caught?

Because I have a feeling there's more to it.

Feeling is not an FBI investigative method.

And yet they helped me catch a Russian terrorist.

You know...

there's a flip side to this big swing of yours, Matt.

If your unit screws up in any way,

I will shut it down.

We done?

Yeah.

New blood.

- Brendon Acres? - Yes, ma'am.

Are you my training agent?

Laura Stensen. This is Agent Carter Hope.

You'll be working with us in the Special Investigative Unit.

Does that mean I'm your rookie?

- Simone Clark. - No.

I think you're assigned to the Background Check Unit.

I think not. Has to be a mi... mista...

Hey. Hey, Agent Garza.

Looking good.

There's some confusion.

I'm supposed to be assigned to your unit.

No, no, there's no confusion, Simone.

Let's get to work.

W... But, sir, I...

Background Unit's down the hall and to the left.

So, where are we going?

Overflow building.

It's where they keep the misfit toys.

It's where they keep the computer servers.

It's where Garza set us up to keep us out

from under the eye of the big boss.

All right, we've got a case. Elena!

What did we discuss about the yelling?

It's not yelling. It's exuberance.

Did LAPD send over the initial case file?

Yes, it's uploaded in the fishbowl.

Fishbowl? No, I prefer briefing room.

And I prefer sleeping in, but my uncle's all hung up

on this "normal business hours" thing.

Whoa. Hi. I'm Elena.

- Brendon. - I know.

I've seen every episode of "Vampire Cop."

Almost didn't recognize you with your shirt on, though.

Our victim's name is Roger Kynard.

LAPD responded to a 911 call this morning

after the Kynard family arrived home from Catalina

and found his body.

Now, as you can see by the initial crime-scene photos,

Mr. Kynard was beaten pretty badly before he died.

The working theory is a home invasion that ended ugly.

But you disagree, otherwise we wouldn't be talking about it.

Well, Mr. Kynard was the assistant director

of the Federal Facilities Management Department.

He oversaw retrofits for all federal buildings.

All? Including, like, the Pentagon?

And the White House.

So go find out who killed this guy, because I'm worried

he's connected to something much scarier.

Hey, everybody.

Agent Clark, you're late.

Well, yeah, I-I'm sorry. I was, just talking to Agent Garza.

That's no excuse.

You'll be doing background checks on potential federal employees.

Well, I hope that involves a lot of field interviews.

No, this is purely a desk job. Files and phone calls.

And I expect you to clear a dozen a day.

That's nothing. I can do this in my sleep.

This guy looks all right.

Iffy.

We like her.