The Rookie (2018) s02e01 Episode Script

Previously, on 'The Rookie'.
- No sign of infection.
- Infection? You're murder-victim is part of a homegrown terrorist cell.
What type of Virus are we talking about? A weaponized strain of hemorrhagic fever.
- It's gonna be okay.
- I'm not going out the way my man Pete here just did.
- I'm coming out.
- Show me those hands! Don't shoot.
- What the hell? - He was reaching.
I don't think he was reaching for a weapon.
So either she doesn't trust me or she's a liar.
He's back.
Tim! 7-Adam-15 escorting CDC ambulance to Shaw Memorial.
Heading east on South Grand.
I need a clear path.
Copy that, 7-Adam-15.
CHP is en route to assist.
- Tim better make it.
- He will.
Is it the virus? There's no bleeding, looks like he's having a severe reaction to the shot we gave him.
He's going into anaphylactic shock.
Get me epinephrine! So, the CDC finally gave the all-clear to search Jimmy Roskin's body.
We found a burner phone.
I'm not gonna like where this is going, am I? He made a call before I shot him, to another burner.
You think there's a third terrorist out there? And we just killed his friends.
Hey! Can we get some help over here, please? Right now! Gun! 7-Adam-15! Shots fired! Shaw Memorial! Flanking right! - Covering! - Moving! Covering! Right behind you, right behind you.
Right behind you.
Suspect in custody! Doctor! I need some help over here! I got it! Are you okay? I should've reloaded on the move.
You? I should've taken yesterday off.
When you said date night, I thought you meant wine and romance.
Oh, there's wine, and there's the romance.
I have processed crime scenes that felt more romantic.
What? Come on.
That's - Well, that's accurate.
- Okay, look, I your new place, it's gonna be great when you're done, and, uh, you definitely - you seem happy working on it.
- Right? I haven't felt this much like me since well, since I loaded up a U-Haul, drove across the country, and became a cop.
And, uh, tomorrow, you are back at work being a cop.
Administrative leave is over.
Yeah, you didn't take one, though.
No.
No, no, no.
No, DHS is different.
With a clean shoot, it's just right back at work.
Are you sure you're ready to hit the streets? Yes! Yes.
I just well, it's not gonna be quite the same without Talia.
Taking that job over at ATF was smart.
You know, she was never gonna have the career that she wanted over at the LAPD, I mean - not after she lied about her brother.
- Yeah.
At least she waited until after I took the exam.
And if I passed, six more months of training, I'm no longer the oldest rookie.
Well, you will always be the oldest rookie to me.
- Oh.
- Mm.
- Wait, what? - Okay, yeah.
I'm gonna go.
- Jess? - Yeah? Did it bother you at all? Shooting Roskin like that? Sure.
H-Have you been wondering this for the last two weeks? Well, you just never said anything, and then I didn't see anything, so I Right.
Um The truth is things like that affect you a lot less the longer that you're on the job.
It's just human nature.
Mnh.
Mm.
Morning.
Oh, hey.
Sorry, um I can't find my shirt.
You want me to help? Nope.
I have a system.
Uh-huh.
Don't say anything.
I wasn't going to.
- Ooh! Found it! - Mm.
Ha-ha! Huh.
What? Nothing.
Just it's a little messier since I moved in.
Uh, we were dating before, so I spent two hours cleaning up every time you came over.
Now you're moved in, so you get to see the real me.
Is that a problem? No, I wouldn't want it any other way.
Uh when did you make a grilled cheese? Uh last night after my shift.
You were sleeping.
Mmm! Mmm.
How are you feeling? Ready to get back to it.
Did you get the food I sent over? I did.
- You shouldn't have done that.
- Well, I wanted to, and eating well is crucial for a fast recovery.
Alright.
Shake off the rust and grab a seat.
Anyone want to guess what these numbers represent? Nolan.
Those are the scores to our six-month exams.
That is correct, Officer Nolan.
Oh! We all passed.
Technically, yes, but that 81 is ugly, given that an 80 is basically an F.
- Who got the low mark? - Clearly not West.
I could tell you, but self-reflection is necessary for your success as a patrol officer.
So I want your guesses, as to which score is yours by end of shift.
Understood? Why not give them now? To mess with our heads.
Are you saying you're so easily sabotaged, Officer Nolan? No, sir, I was speaking for Officer Chen.
Sir, will there be consequences for the officer with the low score? Officer Lopez, you want to take that? At a minimum, a low score means merciless taunting for months.
- Great.
- But you three did pass, so there's good news you can now wear short sleeves.
Congratulations.
Nolan.
Sir, who will I be riding with today? I was thinking me.
How's that sound? Alright.
I know I did better than an 81, didn't I? - Yeah, the oral exam is the X-Factor.
- He's right.
Chief Williams could ding us on the tiniest of mistakes, which I'm sure he did with me, and Grey knows that, so he's gonna spend the day torturing me.
Or he knows you pulled the high score and plans to torture you anyway.
You're lucky you don't have to worry.
Who says I'm not worried? You look worried.
I have never had a rookie score that low on the exam.
- There's a first time for everything.
- No.
Officer Chen is a naturalborn test-taker.
Nolan didn't even finish college.
Plus, Chen had me for her T.
O.
- Nolan had Bishop.
- Really? You're gonna smack-talk her when she's not here to defend herself.
You're right.
It's not the same.
Even if she was here, you'd still be fighting for second place.
- What are you doing? - What? My rookies wear long sleeves and ties until the last day of probation.
Yeah, but Sergeant Grey said Grey is not your training officer.
I have complete discretion of the training of my boot, and that includes uniform.
Okay? So go change back into your long sleeves.
And don't forget the tie.
Now, Boot.
- Where you going? - To change back.
Can I ask you a personal question? If you think it's wise.
Do things bother you less now? No, you're just as annoying as you were before.
Very funny.
I mean the job.
My first six months have been a lot to process.
It's like a raw nerve.
"All the feelings," as my son's fond of saying.
Does that get easier? Look, a cop has a decision to make in the first few years.
"How much can I handle?" How much I'm gonna let the job affect me.
"If I had an input control, where would I set it to?" Some cops set it to 7.
They take a lot in.
Some set it to 3.
Hell, some set it to zero.
Anybody keep it at 10? Can't be done.
Let me see your hand.
You've been demoing your house for about a week, and you already got calluses growing.
Your body does that to protect itself.
Your mind does the same thing, whether you want it to or not.
7-Adam-15, 507 at Sunset Plaza, Code 2.
7-Adam-15, copy.
Look, I'm with Wesley on this.
The shower is definitely a beverage-only zone, and a soap dish is not a plate.
- Says who? - Common decency, actually.
- Give me a break.
- He's right.
I live under an overpass, and even I think it's gross.
Hey, nobody asked you.
Stop pouting.
I'm not pouting.
What are we doing here? You thought it was gonna get easier after you passed the exam, - but you were wrong.
- Awesome.
- What was that? - Nothing.
If recent events have taught us anything, it's that we need to remain ever-vigilant.
You probably think you know everything about policing, but you don't, for example what's the most important thing you need on the street? Is this a trick question? Okay, well, the easy answer is my gun, but I know that's not right.
So, um my mind? No.
That's too esoteric for you.
Are you through not answering my question? Uh, my judgment? Yeah, my judgment.
Your eyes.
"Cop eyes" stop crime and save lives.
Did you study explosive devices in the Academy? What? Yeah.
- I mean, a little.
- Good.
I hope you paid attention because I had a buddy from the bomb squad mock up an IED and hide it somewhere here in this park.
What? You got 10 minutes to find it, or I'm adding the duty hat to your standard uniform.
- Go.
- I Go! 10 seconds.
Alright, alright.
What's the problem here? The problem is this guy trying to sell me a colon-cleaning start-up while I'm eating lamb chops.
Look, Colon Glow is patent-pending.
"Make it sublime where the sun don't shine.
" You can get in on the ground floor for only $100K.
- You get this sort of thing a lot? - You have no idea.
Sir, sir, sir, sir.
I admire your passion, but you need to leave Mr.
Cuban alone.
We get another complaint, we're gonna book you for public nuisance, okay? Yeah.
- Mr.
Cuban, sorry.
- Yep.
- Nolan, let's go.
- Yes, sir.
Actually, when I was in construction, I invented my own it's sort of a fastbinder, but the difference is, the heat sink You know what? Never mind.
You have a nice day.
I found it.
I found And you're dead.
Because radio frequency energy can trigger a bomb.
You gonna forget that lesson, Boot? - No.
- Good.
Go get cleaned up.
You're supposed to carry an extra uniform shirt in your war bag.
Oh, yes, sir.
I didn't expect to be in short sleeves yet.
This is the only one I own.
Hey.
I ordered a new set of dress blues last week.
See if they're in? Uh, yeah.
I can go look in back.
Frank, um usually checks the computer.
Is he around? - No.
- Oh.
- Everything good? - Yeah, it's great.
How long you been working here? Couple weeks.
- What's your name? - Uh, Justin.
Justin what? He's headed for the alley.
I'll cut him off.
7-Adam-15, 211 at Top Cop Uniforms.
Three suspects escaping on motorcycles heading north, south, and east.
Send backup and airship.
What'd they steal? Police uniforms.
- How many uniforms did they take? - About 20.
That's a lot of potential fake cops, which is why you called Homeland Security.
I called you as a courtesy.
In most cases, stolen uniforms are used for drug rips.
Well, that's a lot of risk just to rob a few drug dealers, which is why we're going to be treating this as a potential high-threat-level event.
- Like in '09 with the bus? - Oh, God, here we go.
Jess' first year with the FBI-LAPD Taskforce, she convinced us that a missing school bus was a prelude - to a terror attack.
- Okay.
- And it wasn't? - A third-grader didn't want to take a test, so he stole the bus, so he wouldn't have to go to school.
- I mean - She had half the LAPD hunting a 9-year-old.
Hey, overtime paid for my Disney World vacation.
- I'm not complaining.
- Okay, you know what? You picked the one time - that I was wrong.
- The one time? - The one time? - Was there body-cam footage of the man inside the store? No.
The cams weren't on.
I will put him with an artist.
We will send you a sketch.
- How about that? - Great.
Look, I hope you're right about this being small-time, but I don't think it is.
Will you walk me out? - Yes.
- Okay.
Uh, is everything okay? Yeah.
Why? Well, you know, I mean, it's your first day back, - already chasing bad guys.
- Yes, well, chasing, not catching.
Much like your 9-year-old.
Oh, I caught him.
He will not fool me again.
I'm sorry, you're still keeping tabs on him? Uh, Benjamin Smith is a sophomore at USC, and if he ever steps back over the line, I'll be there.
Wow.
You terrify me.
Missed a spot.
What? Thank God.
My wife's missing.
She never came home from work last night.
She always comes home.
I texted and called her friends, and nobody's Okay, sir, can you please slow down? It's important I get the report right for the detectives.
- What's your wife's name? - Susanna Brown.
She's a clerk at the courthouse downtown.
We're trying to have a baby, and she was supposed to come straight home to - you you know.
- Yes, sir.
Do you have a picture? Uh y-yeah.
No, hard copy's preferable.
Of course.
Hold on.
Poor guy.
Really? - What? - Cop eyes.
What? You You think the husband did something? You always assume the husband did something.
Officer Bradford's first rule of domestics? This isn't a joke, Boot.
You don't have the experience to evaluate people yet, so your default should be suspicion, not compassion.
Understood? Yeah.
Have I told you how sexy you look in that uniform? No, most of your compliments come after I take it off.
- Oh.
- What? Nothing, just a little, uh Really? You couldn't just be in the moment? You had to point that out? What? You just had a little something on your shirt.
I just - Hey.
Ready to roll? - Yeah.
- I'll see you at home tonight.
- Can't wait.
Hey, is everything alright? Fine.
I thought living together would be more fun.
Officer West.
Be in the shop.
You were in the cadet program in high school, right? Yes, sir.
Cadet leader all four years, - and in college, too.
- Good.
They're sending a group over tomorrow morning.
- I want you to talk to them.
- Yes, sir.
Happy to do it.
Very thin lips, uh, a-and two gold teeth, right here.
Gold teeth.
Gotcha.
This is so cool.
I've never actually sat with a sketch artist before.
Yeah, my first time, too.
I just got hired.
Congrats.
Okay, that should do it.
What do you think? You drew me.
What? No.
I drew what you told me.
Yeah, except you didn't.
May I? If If you just Yeah, so, I said he had Yeah.
This hair will drop down a little more, and I said he had deep-set eyes, right? Very thin lips.
There.
Yeah.
I used to draw a lot for my old job.
Got to go.
They found the bikes.
Great work.
Oh, yeah, that's those are definitely the motorcycles from the robbery.
We're not gonna get any forensics off them now, though.
There's a body.
- How can you tell? - The smell.
A burning body's unmistakable.
Oh.
That's him.
I see the teeth.
That's definitely the guy from the uniform store.
Not on the crime scene! Go! Go! 7-Adam-15, change our call to a homicide.
Send detectives and a forensics team.
And alert Jessica Russo at DHS.
So, they must have met up here after they got away, but then his crew killed him? Why? Because we saw him.
Stay here.
How's it going? - He threw up.
- I - Oh.
- couldn't help it.
It was the worst thing I've ever seen.
- And smelled.
- Yeah, well, no one can blame you.
Uh, actually - What? - Never mind.
You know, a low score on the test, and now I puke in front of Grey? I'm gonna get bounced before the end of shift.
Don't be so sure about that low score.
Tim spent the entire day making me feel like I don't know anything.
Hey.
I heard you got him.
Yeah, he puked.
Stop telling people that.
It happens.
To you? I'm gonna go talk to Grey.
- Yes.
- Yeah.
And my mortification is complete.
Still think they stole the uniforms to rob drug dealers? Let's skip the "I told you so" s, please.
What does your intel say? Print from the store got a positive ID on our corpse.
Trevor Travis, 28.
Spent 18 months in Nevada State Prison for armed robbery.
- Known associates? - Too many to name, but none in Southern California.
Well, whoever his new crew is, they're ruthless enough to kill one of their own to stop our investigation.
And whatever they're planning, no one's gonna see it coming because they're all dressed as cops.
Hell, they could be working the scene right now.
So, we'll implement new identity verification protocols.
I'll call my guys, have them start an interagency task force.
We've got to get out in front of this.
- We need to get in on this.
- Not gonna happen.
We're stuck on perimeter duty until end of shift, away from the action.
Trust me, this is exactly where you want to be.
Um, what are you doing? Clocking out and heading home.
- "Rio Bravo's" on cable.
- No, no.
Why are you treating me like it's day 1 all over again? Because it is.
Today was day 1 of stage 2 of your training.
So, what? Does that mean I've lost all the respect that I've earned? You lost that when you lied on a report.
- What? - I read your account of what happened at the quarantine house.
O-Okay? When I thought I was infected, I told you I'd rather take my life than bleed out.
- You failed to report it.
- That's what this is about? Suicide ideations by a law enforcement officer are extremely serious and should have been reported immediately.
I was trying to protect you.
They would have put you on leave, required therapy.
- You weren't even actually suicidal.
- Not your call! You should have detailed everything, regardless of the consequences.
Oh, yeah? Like I should have filed a report detailing everything you've done to protect Isabel? You know what? You wanna rake me over the coals for the next six months, you go ahead.
But don't pretend like it's because you've got some code.
Hey.
This is gonna sound weird, but if you see any cops at the courthouse, check their credentials, okay? Yeah, they sent an e-mail around.
- What's going on? - Eh, I can't really say.
What's the timer for? Well, I wanted to discuss something, and I figured this would be a controlled way to do it.
We're gonna fight using a timer? Basically.
Okay.
I spent an hour looking for the remote when I got home.
- Found it under the bed.
- So? So the TV's in the living room.
Look, I've been here a week and I have found coffee cups, bras, PopTarts inside of, on top of, and underneath almost every surface in this house.
Now, I'm super-glad that you feel comfortable enough with me to be yourself, but I - I also - You'd rather I was someone else? No.
Not at all.
I just think that it's important to set ground rules.
- Ground rules? - Uh, use the timer.
You think I'm a slob.
- No.
- 'Cause I'm not a slob.
I work my ass off in an incredibly controlled environment, and when I get home, I just want to relax.
You might be anal-retentive and fold your underwear in a triangle which is weird, by the way but that's not me.
Folding your underwear is not weird, and an orderly space helps me relax.
There's enough chaos in the world.
- I'd rather not live in it.
- You think this is chaos? - Timer.
- No, screw the timer.
This is how I live.
I'm sorry if it upsets your delicate sensibilities.
Wait, Angela, I-I didn't You think I'm overreacting? You know what? I've had a long day.
I'm going to bed.
You should sleep on the couch.
I would, if I could find it.
Good morning.
- What's good about it? - Uh-oh.
Looks like somebody's stressed about their test scores.
Yeah, well, we both think we got the 91.
Which means one of us got the 81.
Alright, take your seats.
As expected, the stolen uniforms caused a bit of paranoia out there.
Overnight, there were two fights and a near shooting 'cause two officers didn't recognize each other.
Alright, that being said, it is vital that we remain vigilant.
Understood? Now, to your exam scores.
You all submitted your guesses last night, and none of you guessed right.
Thank God.
Nolan, I'm sorry.
Save your concern, Officer Chen.
Officer Nolan got the highest score, not the lowest.
That "honor" goes to Officer West.
That's not possible.
I've seen a lot of strange things in my 20 years, but never would I have imagined that the golden boy would tank his test.
But there's a th like, I-I Uh-oh.
Looks like Grey broke your rookie.
Shut up.
Ah, Agent Russo.
You looking for me? No.
Actually, Officer Nolan.
Can you spare him for the morning? I need his help running down a lead.
Nolan.
Alright, let's go back to work.
- Why didn't you call me back? - What? I left you a message last night.
Oh, well, I went to bed early.
Okay.
And then this morning? Did you have Sergeant Grey assign me to you - just so you could ask me about this? - Mm-hmm.
Figured I'd kill two birds while we're running down leads.
So, why didn't you call me? Are you okay? Yeah.
Fine.
It's not like it's the first time I didn't get the highest score.
Dude.
Look, um after the terrorist on the bus, I just need a little bit of time off.
I figured I knew this stuff backwards and forwards, but clearly, that was a mistake.
Clearly, I should have kept studying.
- Jackson - Look, I let everyone down.
West, your cadets are here.
Hey.
Sorry to make you wait.
I am Officer Jackson West.
I am currently a rookie patrol officer although, with the score I just got, I could be, um, mall security in my future.
Okay.
Um Good morning.
Good morning, sir! Right.
Um My whole life, the only thing I ever wanted to be was a cop.
Every class I took, every sport I played were all meant to make me the best of You know what? No.
You are looking at a cautionary tale.
The fallout of singular focus.
You were told your entire life to study hard, stay in school.
Look, I am living proof that you need to skip school.
Stop worrying about overachieving and acing every single test.
You know where the safest place to be is? The safest place to be the middle.
Stop sacrificing and, uh start living.
That was unexpected.
Yeah.
Look, I'm I'm sorry about the test.
Tim had it made for Lucy, but now you gotta wear it.
Seems fair.
Uh, hold that, please.
- Oh.
Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Thanks.
- Yeah, no problem.
Hey, are you looking for something? Oh, yeah, um my wallet.
Ah.
Did you find it? Yeah.
Thanks.
Yeah.
What are you doing with that radio? Hey! Stop! 7-Adam-19, chasing a fake cop in the garage.
I need backup.
Hey! Stop! - And you jumped from here? - Yes, sir.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
- You went right over after him? - 'Course she did.
- I trained her.
- Mm-hmm.
You saying this guy stole a radio? Uh, yes, sir, out of Car 26.
Actually, he he wasn't wearing gloves.
Maybe we can pull a print? Well, you're gonna have to tell me at some point.
I was just tired, and you were you were laughing over a burned body.
- What? - Last night, at the crime scene.
And after Roskin, you now think I'm heartless? No.
N By no means, no.
Not at all.
I-I get it.
You're a cop, and you've seen a lot of bad things, but nothing has ever made me feel more like a rookie.
Grey wants us to go to Channel 9.
Go for 7-Adam-15.
We have a suspect ID'd Thomas Bernhardt.
Four possible addresses.
Sending one for you to check.
And stay off the main channels.
Bernhardt just stole a radio.
Copy that.
Why steal a radio? You can listen to dispatch from an app on your phone.
Because with a radio, they can broadcast as well as listen.
They can feed us bad intel, have us running all over the city while they do Whatever it is they're planning on doing.
Yep.
That's the house.
Wait just one second.
What are you doing? Just want to run the plates of the cars on the street.
Be nice to know if Bernhardt has any company.
That's hot.
Thank you.
Oh, that's weird.
- What? - That green car, belongs to a missing person.
Tim and Lucy are on the case.
7-Adam-15 to 7-Adam-19.
We have eyes on a car belonging to Susanna Brown.
Parked in front of the fake cop's house? That's correct.
Who is she? She's a clerk at the criminal courthouse.
Didn't come home last night.
No idea how she could be connected to our uniform thieves.
Do you need backup? No.
- Negative, but we'll keep you posted.
- Roger.
Husband always did it, huh? Do you have any surveillance gear in your war bag? Now we can look and listen.
It's time.
7-Adam-15, requesting backup and SWAT - 9701 St.
Andrews Place - Talk.
for a hostage situation not for public broadcast.
Hello, this is Susanna Brown from Foltz Criminal Court.
Security code Apple-5, 2-1-4-2.
I have an an urgent situation.
Judge Crawford granted an unexpected appeal in a homicide case and the evidence is on your truck.
I need you to divert from the route.
An escort will meet you there.
What is she talking about? Every three months, evidence from adjudicated trials is destroyed in a bonded demolition facility up in Lancaster.
This is Overwatch.
Road clear ahead.
Drugs, counterfeit money, a huge cache of weapons are all transported there by police caravan.
That truck is driving into an ambush.
The escort that meets it will be full of fake cops.
They won't hesitate to kill that driver.
Truck 3 is diverting.
Copy that.
SWAT will remain with the convoy.
An escort should meet you en route.
Hey, it's me.
They're planning to hijack the Lancaster convoy.
- Please.
- Okay.
Copy that.
Please.
I did what you asked.
Please just let me go.
Not until they make contact with the truck.
As soon as that happens, they're gonna kill her.
- We gotta get in there.
- He's in a room in the middle of the house.
If we breach either door, he's gonna shoot her first and then come for us.
Raised foundation.
That means there's a crawlspace under the house.
I can use that, come up through one of the heating vents.
- John, John, this is way too dangerous.
- If we wait, - and that woman is killed - We need to wait for SWAT.
- I won't be able to live with myself.
- No! There it is.
Fake escort's already got them.
- Can't warn the truck driver, because our heist crew's jamming the signal with their stolen radio.
- Shouldn't we wait for backup? - We are the backup.
- Oh, please, let me go! - Shut up.
Not until they make contact with the truck and call back.
Please don't hurt me.
Shut up! Yeah? Sweet.
I'll meet you at the rendezvous.
They got the truck.
Which means you're a loose end.
Thank you.
Okay.
You're safe now.
Okay? I got you.
Come on.
Oh! Okay.
He's not gonna hurt you anymore.
Okay, get ready.
Remember, they don't know that we know.
- What's the problem? - Radios are down.
We were sent to escort the truck back to the courthouse.
Must be a mistake.
We're the escort.
So get out of the way.
No problem.
We were headed to lunch when we got the call.
- Tim? - Yeah, I see it.
One last thing before we go real cops wear their vests under their shirt.
Get out of the car! Facedown on the ground! Drop your weapon right now! Down on the ground, facedown, hands apart! Don't you move.
Up.
You wanted to see me, sir? So, how's the golden boy dealing with almost failing out of Field Training? Fine.
You heard about the cadets? I'm sorry about that, sir.
But you told us that self-reflection was a necessary skill for an LAPD officer.
And I've just had a pretty powerful dose of it.
My whole life has been about getting here, and now that I'm in uniform, I realize that I'll never make it if I, um if I don't find some balance.
Even if that means getting an 81 on a test or two.
And, uh I can live with that.
That's admirable, Officer West truly.
But see, I'm not here to help you find balance, son.
My job is to make sure you keep your head in the game at all times, because lives are at stake.
So, I'm extending you in the program.
Tomorrow, you're back in long sleeves, and your T.
O.
will continue to write daily evaluations.
For how long? Until I can trust you in front of a room full of cadets again.
You're dismissed.
Hey.
Hey.
What's wrong? Nothing.
This is only gonna work if we talk to each other.
You know that, right? I've never lived with anyone before.
I've never been in love like this.
And I'm scared I'm gonna screw it up.
You won't.
I won't let you.
Good, 'cause we're getting a maid.
- Hey.
- Hi.
I'm glad you're here.
I'm glad, um, you called.
- Come in.
Come on.
- Okay.
Can I, um get you something to drink? No.
No, I'm good.
Thank you.
I just kind of, um, just want to talk about whatever it is that's bothering you.
Fair enough.
The last six months have been the most intense in my life.
I killed a man in the line of duty, I watched my captain die, I fought for my own life more times than I can count.
And I felt every second of it.
Yesterday, you told me I would feel less the longer I did the job, and a part of me wanted that so badly.
But I can't go numb.
It's not who I am, and it's definitely not who I want to be.
So if I'm going to do this job, I have to feel all of it.
No matter what it does to me.
Damn it.
What? I just, uh I just fell in love with you a little.
Wow.
Is that a bad thing? I don't know yet.
I think now's a good I'm gonna come right in for a Do you wanna, um Do you wanna fool around? Yes I do.
Mm.
Where are you going? Uh, my place.
I'm not taking my clothes off here.
But you know what? You can choose your house over me, if you want.
Wait!