The Rookie (2018) s04e14 Episode Script

1 - Previously on "The Rookie" - Excuse me? Your mother did what? She pre-paid for me to have my eggs frozen at a fertility clinic.
Uh, I-I'm gonna make an appointment for a consultation.
Call my skip tracer.
Skip Tracer Randy! - That's me.
- Hey, Randy.
Skip Tracer Randy here.
My skip tracer looked into Penelope, Donovan's fiancée.
She used to be an escort.
Use Penelope's history to get him to back off.
I had no idea you would stoop this low.
I did what I thought was best.
Penelope and I broke up, and Lila is devastated.
My license just got suspended for six months.
So what are you gonna do? Well, right now, I'm debating which bar to get drunk at.
I figured we could put some knickknacks up here.
Maybe have a digital picture frame for a slide show of Jack.
Between fixing the garage door and all the new kitchen cabinets, you've really turned into a Mr.
Fix-it.
I had no idea how handy I was.
- Right.
- Yeah.
Oh, even though I worked up a sweat, - I'm still gonna go to the gym.
- That's my man.
- Love you.
- Love you, too.
So, Wesley decided to do some do-it-yourself around the house again? He'll be at the gym for an hour.
Can you come now? I'm on my way.
Tell Angela I said hi.
Thank you.
Ugh.
You okay? Yeah.
I just hate these kinds of forms.
"Mid-Wilshire Fertility Clinic Patient Intake Form"? Sounds riveting.
You have no idea.
They basically want to know whether anyone in my family, going back to my great-great-great-great- grandparents, ever had halitosis or webbed feet.
It's a little intense.
It helps them screen for genetic disorders.
Ensures that they harvest your very best eggs.
Mm-hmm.
I guess.
But since I don't know my biological father, you know, it makes it kind of challenging.
Wait.
Your dad's not your bio dad? - Mnh-mnh.
- You never told me that.
It's not really a big deal.
My dad, the man who raised me, is my dad.
Yeah, but weren't you ever curious? Honestly, not really.
I did ask my mom once, when I was in college, because I felt like I was supposed to want to know.
She told me that he was not ready to be a father, and, you know, left it at that.
Maybe it's time to ask again, if only to find out whether Hutchinson-Gilford progeria or methemoglobinemia runs in the family.
I'm taking repro-bio.
But those two are totally rare.
You're much more likely to pass on a predisposition for heart disease or cancer.
Mm-hmm.
I'm always happy to lend Angela a hand, but this is the fifth time I've been over there this month.
Oh, sounds like Wesley needs a new hobby.
Wesley needs to get his law license back.
This guy is frantically waving.
Do you know him? Uh, yes, and you do, too.
That is Randy.
Skip Tracer Randy? Hi, it's Skip Tracer Randy.
Oh, wow.
Nyla Harper, you look radiant.
John Nolan, so nice to finally meet that handsome face that hangs on my wall.
Thank you.
What? Oh, yes, I background-check all of my friends.
John Nolan, 46, born Foxburg, Pennsylvania, to Evelyn and Charles.
Abandoned by his papa, age 10.
Ex-wife Sarah, son Henry, half-brother Peter Oh, quite a character, that one.
The background I ran on him was so long, my printer ran entirely out of ink.
That's Wow, that is super thorough and a little bit creepy.
Yeah.
So, um, what are you doing here, Randy? Oh, yeah.
So, uh, big news.
I'm a bounty hunter now.
Yes, and I need your help.
Do you know the sexy-time lady, Ivy Flynn? The Hollywood Madam? Yes.
She's jumped over her bail, and I must now find her.
Could I bitte, bitte just get a kleiner blick at her arrest report? Alright, go get him a redacted copy.
Oh.
You're the bees of the knees! Your bees Your knees Your bees contain knees.
Listen, do you really know what you are doing? Bounty hunting is dangerous.
I know, and I've been preparing like an animal.
I've recently learned how to fire a bow and arrow using just my feet.
Okay, I am not sure how that is gonna help you out on the street, but, um, please just promise you'll call me if you get into any trouble.
Oh, yes, of course.
Here you go.
My first bounty.
Oh, this is so exciting! Oh, man! Bye-bye, my dearest friends.
Yeah.
- Weird guy.
- Mm-hmm.
You have no idea.
I don't know what to do.
This handyman phase is driving me nuts.
So, it just sounds like he's looking for ways to feel useful during the suspension.
What he's doing is the opposite of useful.
Do you know what? I got a call yesterday from a producer at "Hot Suspect.
" He was asking me if I can recommend someone who can join the show as a legal consultant for a new character.
I can call him and see if he's still looking for someone.
Oh, my God, yes.
Okay.
Okay.
So, I'll call him after the sergeants' meeting.
Or I can call him now? It says here the bounty for Ivy Flynn is $250K.
For a madam? There are violent offenders with much lower bails.
Yeah.
And nonviolent offenders rotting in jail because they can't afford the 100 bucks it would cost to bail out before their trials.
I mean, we imprison them for being poor.
Yeah.
Well, clearly, the high bail set for Ivy is meant to squeeze her so she flips on her clients.
But with a bounty that high, that means there will be serious people looking for her on both sides of the law.
There's no way Randy is ready for that.
Who you calling? A friend in Vice.
I got to figure out what the deal is with this case before Randy gets himself killed.
Hey, do you think it's weird I didn't try to find my biological dad? No.
You don't owe the guy anything.
The only thing he ever contributed to your life was measured in milliliters.
That is gross.
Seriously, I don't know why I bother talking to you about personal stuff.
Mission accomplished.
Hey, what happened? Someone used a Molotov cocktail to torch this guy's car.
Any idea who did it? No.
But after talking to him for 30 seconds, I'm pretty sure your suspect pool is anyone with two X chromosomes.
Hey, sir, I'm Sgt.
Bradford.
Do you know who torched your car? Yeah, some psycho chick in a red track suit.
I saw her from my apartment window.
She was gone by the time I got down here.
Do you know why a woman would want to destroy your car? No.
The ladies love me.
Although a few of my last lovers might have left a little ungrateful.
Okay, uh, why don't you give us a list? How about giving me your number? Why you want to know about Ivy Flynn? Uh, a bounty hunter I know asked about her.
She's a cut above the usual idiots we chase.
Hell, she has a master's in education.
Took two years to build a case against her.
She's not gonna be easy to find.
How did she go from studying to be a teacher to a madam? She started doing sex work to pay for grad school.
Found a niche with high-end clients who wanted smart, sophisticated girls to show off at parties, premieres, that kind of thing.
Off of that, she started her own business.
Before her arrest, she ran the top game in town Movie stars, politicians, judges.
If her clients really are that powerful, she's probably scared of what they'll do to her if she talks.
There's something else you should know.
When she transitioned from sex worker to madam, she needed seed money to start her business.
Rumor is, some of that financing came from organized crime.
Hmm.
It's Randy.
Hey, can I call you back in a few? Ivy Flynn.
I found her.
1717 Piedmont.
But I'm in trouble.
Police! Oh, help.
Control, 7-Adam-15.
Send an RA unit to my location.
Male, 50s, gunshot to the shoulder.
Conscious and breathing.
Is the person who shot you still in this house? No.
Alright, tell me what happened.
This woman, uh, I don't know her.
She broke in and demanded money from me, and when I said no, she shot me! Ugh! He's lying! Randy? Yeah, in here.
Randy, w-what are you doing in there? It's locked.
I got scared a little bit, and then I hid a little bit.
In a coffin? Don't be silly.
It's not a coffin.
It's the man's sex box.
Uh, that's not true.
Oh, yes, it is.
Do not let this nation of puritans kink-shame you, man.
Be proud! Randy, what What happened? Okay, so, I tracked Ivy here, but she wasn't alone.
They were arguing, so I hid in here to listen, but I got stuck.
Did you hear what they were arguing about? Oh, yeah.
It was all about those Benjamins.
The man was supposed to give her cash monies for silence, but he pulled a gun and tried to shoot her.
I did not.
Oh, yes, you did.
I have it all recorded on my phone.
Hey, I'm starting to feel a little tingly inside.
That sounds like oxygen deprivation.
Where's the key? I don't have it.
What? My dominatrix does.
It's a control thing.
Johnny, are you still nearby? Yeah, Randy, I'm here.
I forget, am I supposed to step into the light or stay away? Okay, we need to get him out of there.
Control, I got a A weird one.
Thanks for coming on such short notice.
I didn't really have a choice.
I was kinda sorta threatened into this by my wife.
How romantic.
Anyway, Sabrina That's my new actress She really wants to bring this character to life.
She wants to know how lawyers eat, sleep, breathe.
If I'm being honest, she's actually a little exhausting.
Hey, there she is! Sabrina, this is Wesley Evers, the defense attorney I told you about.
He comes highly recommended.
Nice to meet you, Sabrina.
Where do you stand on Dameron vs.
Mitchell? - I'm sorry? - 2009, Judge Fordham, Ninth Circuit? Uh, I'm not familiar with that case.
Not familiar? And you're a defense attorney? Yeah.
This is your expert, Alan? Come on.
No, no, wait, there There actually is no Judge Fordham in the Ninth Circuit.
Well, there is in the script.
Did you make him up? Yes, for our television show.
Oh, sorry, my bad.
That means I have a lot of questions about that courtroom scene in Act Four.
And Wesley is here to answer them for you.
You two have fun.
Wesley, I cannot thank you enough.
Mm-hmm.
So where do you want to start? Everywhere.
- Show me your world.
- Mm-hmm.
Okay.
- Your whole world.
- Yeah.
That box cost me 20 grand.
It was custom-made for me.
You better not ruin it.
Oh.
Danke schoen.
Oh.
Whew! I have to say, aside from the complete lack of oxygen, this is surprisingly comfortable.
Alright.
Look into the light.
Okay.
And He's fine.
No, girl, you're the one who's fine.
- Excuse me? - It's an inside joke.
Oh.
Uh, why do you have an inside joke with Skip Tracer Randy? - Uh, Skip Tracer Bounty Hunter Randy.
- Right.
After we had him look into Jason, we kept in touch.
Yeah, we're, like, total besties now.
Besties.
Alright, I have to get back to work.
- Okay.
- Stay safe.
You, too.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Ugh.
You know, if you would have just called us when you got here, we could have helped you bring Ivy in safely.
Yeah, I know, but I wanted to prove to you guys I'm a real bounty hunter.
Also, I know they say, "More money, more problems," but I didn't want to share the money with you.
Uh, you do know that if we helped you bring in Ivy, you could keep all the money? Police don't keep bounties.
No way.
Uh, hey, guys, we should totally do something called "being partners.
" Forget it, no.
This is a police matter.
Ivy has already shown that she is ready to use deadly force, so you need to stand down and let us handle this.
I understand, Nyla, you're trying to protect me.
You're like a Valkyrie sparing me from Valhalla.
Oh, well, I guess I'll just have to read - her secret messages on my own - Whoa.
to find out where she will go.
Wait, wait, wait.
What What secret messages? No one has been able to crack her communications Not the FBI, not the LAPD, no one.
Yeah, that's correct.
None of them employ Randy.
But I will only share these with a partner.
Fine, Randy.
We can work together.
- Yes.
- Temporarily.
Now, how did you hack her e-mails? Oh, that's the genius of her madness.
She doesn't use e-mail or text.
She uses "Popcorn Pillager.
" Oh, fun.
It's a Yeah, it's a It's a video game.
Once you hit Level 30, you can message other players.
Exakt.
This way, she ensures her clients complete confidentiality.
Okay, so, what was her last message? - Oh.
- Does it say where she was going? Uh, let's check.
Yeah, okay.
Boot loot-de-doot, bippity-bop, and So, she is meeting with a forger to buy a passport.
Thank God you're here.
We just suffered a biological attack.
A-A fur bomb.
Uh, a horrible, disgusting act of violence.
Okay, what happened? Rats.
Okay, ma'am, you can't call 911 when a rodent gets into your restaurant.
No, they didn't just wander in.
They were released by a crazy woman.
She came in with an animal carrier, and And before I knew what was happening, she set free a dozen rats in the middle of my breakfast rush.
I mean, it was chaos.
I want her arrested for biological terrorism.
OK, can you describe her? Um, she had a ball cap on, a-a red track suit.
That's like our arson suspect.
Her name is Jordan Conner.
She used to work here.
And I fired her because she was late all the time.
Okay, do you have an Oh.
Sorry.
Do you have her address? This is a step up from the usual MacArthur Park fake I.
D.
crew.
Well, it's not like Ivy's throwing a kegger.
I mean, she's trying to get past the TSA.
Passports are almost impossible to fake.
I'm bored.
Yeah, well, hunting fugitives is all about the waiting game.
If you can't hack a little boredom, then maybe you should go back to skip tracing.
That's her.
Hey! Police! Stop! Hands up! Show me your hands! I'm working! Alicia Kaufman, Kaufman Bail Bonds.
Alicia? Get out.
What a crazy zufall seeing you here! You two know each other? Oh, yeah.
She's the one who got away.
A former lover, not an escaped prisoner.
Although don't think we didn't role-play that.
And now we are rival bounty hunters.
Her story checks out.
She was just after the bounty.
250,000 bucks gone, thanks to you.
A fugitive still on the loose, thanks to you.
How did you know where Ivy was gonna be, anyway? I hacked his phone.
I've been listening to everything you said.
OMG, you hacked me? Your password is skiptracerrandy1.
Yes.
You might want to think about changing that.
You're a licensed bondswoman.
You know that you can't interfere in police business.
She is super sorry and will never do it again.
No, I'm not, and yes, I will.
You're such a kidder.
Hey, we should team up, you know, become partners, now that I'm a bounty hunter, too.
Oh, I thought you were teamed up with us.
Is that why you're out here, ruining my bounty? You want to get back together? If I win this cash money, I will take you on the most romantic vacation ever, to the most romantic city ever Munich.
Or how about I win the money, and I use it to pay someone to sear all memory of our relationship from my brain with a hot poker? Oh, God, I have missed the way you tease me.
I got a bounty to collect.
Am I free to go? Yeah, but stay out of our way.
We need to know where Ivy is going next, and she's got to know that we hacked into her "Popcorn Party" or whatever, so she's not gonna use that.
Well, until recently, she employed dozens of escorts.
Maybe one of them has a lead.
They are very loyal and hard to find.
Ivy protected her girls as much as her clients.
But I do know of one girl who fell out with Ivy many years ago.
But she also hates Harper very much, with all the passion of her soul, in a bad way.
What are you talking about? Penelope, uh, the lover of your former husband.
The woman whose heart you crushed under your feet like a tiny cockroachy.
She's never gonna want to talk to me.
And yet we need to talk to her.
So, normally, an attorney would have to be escorted by an officer through the station, but I have some pull here.
Hey, uh, Sgt.
Grey.
This is Sabrina Fowler, the very talented new actress on "Hot Suspect.
" Wade Grey.
My wife loves your show.
Oh.
It's a pleasure.
You know, my character, Margo Caine, is having an affair with a police sergeant.
And his wife likes to watch.
Would your wife like to watch? Um, n-no.
Um, Detective Lopez, come, come, come, come.
Please show your husband and his friend around.
- Please.
- Hi.
You must be Sabrina.
Call me Margo.
I'm a method actor.
It's a very important part of my process.
I don't just play a role.
I inhabit it.
Oh, okay Margo.
Thank you.
- Can I talk to you for a sec? - Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
What was that? I don't know.
It's been a very strange day.
She keeps going in and out of character.
I'm never quite sure who I'm talking to.
On the ride over here, she says that Margo uses her sexuality as a weapon.
I mean, who talks like that? Someone trying to steal my man.
Unh-unh.
No, Margo only has eyes for Grey.
Trust me.
Hey.
Where's Looney Tunes? Uh This is why a guest needs an escort.
How are you gonna lose an actress? Look, in my defense, Angela didn't notice, either, and she's a detective.
Wait.
Shut up.
intruding upon the sanctity of his private thoughts is ergo unconstitutional Oh, please, no.
Okay, fine, I'll drop the charges.
No, you will not.
She's not a lawyer.
Really? Well, she's the toughest mouthpiece I've ever met.
Thank you.
Four years at USC's School of Dramatic Arts.
That's great.
It's, uh, time to go.
Oh, I'll tell you.
Oh.
Does that mean I get to go, too? No.
Lopez, take him back to the holding cell until a real lawyer shows up.
Smitty, my office, now.
This is Jordan's building.
Sir, are you okay? Does it look like I'm okay? - What happened? - Who's asking? We're police officers.
One of my tenants showed up at my door and pepper-sprayed me.
- Okay, which tenant? - Girl in Apartment B.
Uh, Jordan Conner.
And why do you think she did that? How should I know? It's always drama with her.
She's three months behind on her rent.
Always complaining about special circumstances.
She's a pain in my ass.
Did you see where she went after she attacked you? Obviously not.
Uh, sir, if she, uh, comes back, feel free to give us a call.
Yeah, if she knows what's good for her, she won't be back.
Do you need us to call anyone for you? No, I'm good.
She's escalating.
First, property damage, now assault.
We got to find her before she really hurts someone.
I'll get a warrant to track her phone.
I just wanted to ask you a few more questions about Ivy Flynn.
Oh, no, no, you've got to be kidding me.
You actually think I'm gonna tell her anything? Penelope, I-I Yeah, Bailey, I'm telling you, girl Alicia and I really had a breakthrough.
You should have seen her face when I mentioned Munich.
R-Randy, uh, the mic is on.
Oh, hold on, Bailey.
I need to turn the microphone off.
Okay, now, where were we? Randy, still on.
The one with the red li You know what? I'm just gonna I'm gonna go get him.
- Mm-hmm, yeah.
- I'm gonna Hey, how about we go for a walk? Oh, that sounds fun.
Uh, listen, um, I owe you an apology.
Oh, 'cause you used my history as a sex worker to ruin my relationship? Yeah, you do.
Okay, um, you may not believe this, but it was never my intention to involve you.
It was about my daughter.
I just I couldn't let him take her.
And, honestly, I-I think sex work should be legal.
Wow.
How progressive of you.
I know I outed you, but it was Donovan who couldn't get past it.
I mean, isn't it better that you know that before you married him? I really loved him.
He is very lovable.
And he's the most uptight man I have ever dated.
So uptight.
But it should have been my choice to tell him.
I know.
And I truly am sorry for using your past in my fight with Donovan.
It was It was unfair.
Thanks.
So you want intel on Ivy? Anything you know might help.
Okay, well, if she's hiding out, she's doing it in style.
I'd check Hotel Mathilde.
She used to keep a permanent suite on hold there for her top clients.
Thank you.
You've had quite the day, Jordan.
We spoke to your ex, your old boss, your landlord.
Greatest hits.
Or maybe "hit list" is more appropriate.
It's a pretty epic revenge tour.
You want to talk about it? Not much to say.
People suck.
Yeah.
Amen to that.
Still, you must have had a reason.
You know what BRCA1 is? The breast cancer gene.
My mom had it.
She died when I was 7.
So, last year, when I found a lump, I wasn't surprised.
And I was resigned.
I knew I was gonna die.
I was sure of it.
Until last week, when my doctor told me I was in remission.
Congratulations.
Yeah.
So, then I was like, "Screw resignation.
" I'm still here.
And as long as I am, I'm done apologizing for my existence.
Okay, so that's why you lit your ex's car on fire? When I told him I was sick, his first response was, "I don't do bald chicks.
" And then my boss fired me for being late from chemo.
When I was too sick to work, my landlord raised my rent.
I'm sorry that happened to you.
I thought that if I was a good person who worked hard and was nice to people, good things would come back to me.
And all I got was this pile of crap.
So, today, I decided we make our own karma.
If that means you need to arrest me I still say it's worth it.
Hmm.
You know, most people have a near-death experience and want to change their life for the better.
Got to respect her for going the other way.
I guess.
All I can think about is her spending her whole life waiting to get sick like her mom.
Is it better to know or not? You talking about bio dad now? Yeah.
I mean, everything she said back there, it's in my head.
Well, call your mom.
Have the hard conversation.
Find out the truth.
If I want to find out the truth, I'm not gonna call my mom.
I'm gonna call Aunt Amy.
Thank you so much for meeting me here.
Are you kidding? I'm glad you called.
Okay, so I have to ask you some questions, but I don't want you to talk to my parents about it.
Okay.
So, you know how my mom paid to have my eggs frozen? I told her not to do that, by the way.
But God forbid she listen to her sister.
Yeah.
I was really pissed about it for a few days, but, you know, ultimately, I decided to explore it, which led to a bunch of medical forms that are filled with questions I I can't answer.
About your birth father.
Yeah.
Your mom would kill me.
Uh, please? I promise I won't tell her.
I just need to know what's in my DNA.
It's not as simple as giving you a name.
The year your mother became a therapist, she slept with a patient.
He was your father.
What? She swore me to secrecy.
It would ruin her career if it ever got out.
I think the shame still eats her up.
I just want you to look around.
And there are so many neighborhoods like this that are underresourced, overpoliced, where people are going to prison because they'd rather take a plea deal than risk going to trial in our broken justice system.
Wait.
Say those exact words again.
What you said was so real.
I'll have Alan do a rewrite to incorporate it.
Okay, it it's my job.
No, it's my mission as a defense attorney to try to get the best defense possible for my clients, no matter who they are, where they're from, what they may have done, whether it's, uh, an innocent man at the wrong place at the wrong time, or a drug dealer pushed into the life for lack of other opportunities.
That's a drug dealer? Like, a real drug dealer? Yeah.
Maybe not so loud.
You son of a bitch! I know it was you! Whoa.
It might have been, but you're gonna have to be a little more specific.
Don't play coy with me.
Does the name Hamster Reed ring a bell? Hamster? Is she for real? - No, no, sorry about that.
- Because you killed him.
You and that poison you sling.
You need to walk away.
Why? Is the truth too hard to stomach? Hamster may have been a junkie, but he was my friend.
Sabrina, stop.
You better get this crazy-eyed Barbie out of my face.
Yeah.
No, absolutely.
No problem.
This is just a big misunderstanding.
She's an actor.
This is her insane way of getting into character, so Oh! Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute! "Murder Dance Party," right, huh? Yeah, no, no, no, no, no.
You You You were the sexy cheerleader who got stabbed in the spleen in the tango scene? Am I right? - Yes! - Uh-huh.
Oh, you No, no, no, you were amazing! You know, I kinda teared up when you died.
You are so kind.
And, yeah, I was, like, the best thing that happened in that movie.
Oh! Yo, is it cool if I get a picture with you? Yeah! Oh.
- This is my good side, so - Okay, okay, yeah.
- Me? - Yeah.
- Oh, uh, right.
- Fellas, everybody, everybody.
How is this my life? Okay, everybody, say "cheese.
" Cheese.
Cheese.
One more, just for safety.
You okay? My whole life, nothing I have ever done has been good enough for my mom not Not my grades, my boyfriends my career.
And this whole time, she has been a total hypocrite.
Look, uh, maybe, you know, she's trying to prevent you from making the same mistakes she did.
Or she resents me for reminding her of the one time in her life that she messed up.
Lucy, it's Oh, uh Patrick Walsh.
That's my father's name.
Well, I mean, at least it's not something weird, like Dilbert.
You mean like the cartoon character? Someone named their kid Hashtag.
You never know.
So, what are you gonna do? Find out the truth.
So, does this sudden interest in bounty hunting, does it have anything to do with Alicia? Yeah, of course, dummy.
Try to keep up.
I'm attempting to win her love.
Okay, I'm just gonna go ahead and say it.
Why? She's the perfection of women, a celestial beauty come to walk upon the earth.
Yeah, who hates you.
Yeah, a love language as old as time itself.
You agree? Okay, no, you don't get to do that.
It is not cute to pursue a woman who is not interested.
Understand? Yes, I do.
Thank you for giving me this insight.
You're welcome.
Ivy's room is the next one.
Oh, I'll climb on the next-door balcony in case she runs like a rabbit.
No, you will not.
Great idea.
Who is it? Uh, it's Kate from the front desk.
You have a package.
Oh.
Thank you for bringing it up.
Police.
You're under arrest.
Turn around.
Hands behind your back.
Oh, wow.
This hotel suite is heaven.
Come.
Sit down.
So, Miss Sex Lady, explain one thing to me.
Why did you run? Why not just take a sweet deal? Any deal would involve prison time.
The second I step foot inside, I'm dead.
Seems like plenty of people on the outside want you dead, too.
Well, at least, out here, I have a chance.
So, who has the pull to get you executed in prison? Nice try.
Hey, you need protection.
Making yourself useful is the only play you have left, and you know that.
The Dead Bastards.
Um, sorry, who are these bastards, and how did they die? Randy, the Dead Bastards are a motorcycle gang.
I can take down half their leadership.
Doesn't matter what I promise, they'll never let me live.
- Room service.
- Oh, I am starving.
What did you order? I didn't order anything.
Randy, no! Randy, no! 7-Adam-15.
We need backup and RA, Code 3.
Hotel Mathilde.
Shots fired.
Harper, I need your cuffs.
- Ich bin tot? - Yes, you're alive.
And very lucky.
And very rich.
- Where's my bounty? - Go get her.
- I will stay with our gunman.
- Control, 7-Adam-15.
In foot pursuit.
Female suspect, black pants, multicolored top.
Southbound on third floor.
Oh! Hey, stop! Wait! Bye-bye.
Oh, Dead Bastards.
Oh, so colorful.
Tell me, is your club a fun organization? Oh, do you have a clubhouse? It's not a club.
It's a motorcycle gang.
I have an electric bicycle.
It's fabulous.
7-Adam-15, A to B.
I have identified our shooter as a member of the Dead Bastards.
Copy that.
I do not have eyes on suspect.
She got into the elevator with Alicia Kaufman.
They're headed down to the parking garage.
Alicia? Meine liebe.
She's here? Oh, always so tenacious.
Nolan, there could be other attackers.
Uh, be on the lookout.
I'll I'll call for backup.
Backup is on the way! Yeah! Randy, don't Let me go! Get your legs inside that car, or I'll stick my foot upside your ass! Alicia! You both need to come with me right now.
It isn't safe.
7-Adam-15, I got them in the parking garage, Level D.
This is my pinch, my bounty.
Hey, and tell that little wienerschnitzel Randy that he never stood a chance.
Alicia, you don't understand.
You got Ivy fair and square.
You can keep the bounty.
I don't care.
But someone just tried to kill her, and he's got friends.
I can handle it.
This isn't my first pain-in-the-ass bail jumper.
We got to go right now.
Get down.
You need to get back.
Back to the stairs.
I'll cover you till we get to the next pillar.
Ready? Move.
Move! Okay.
Almost home free.
You ready? Oh, no.
Alicia, I'm here! Drop your weapons! Get your hands in the air! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! - Do not move! - Stay where you are! - Hands up! - Face down! All the way up! Jeez! Am I immortal? A-Am I a god? No, Randy, you're just very, very lucky.
And you're gonna hurt like hell tomorrow.
- Aah! - Come on.
Ooh, gotcha.
You're my new best friend.
Aww.
Oh.
Lucky me.
Okay, good news.
Found another Patrick Walsh.
This guy is very active on the over-50 dating sites.
Okay, I got to say, I feel a little awkward about us stalking my potential biological father on social media.
We're just narrowing down the field.
It's a common name.
By my count, there are six men that fit the parameters.
My personal favorite is the guy with the woodworking blog, because he's artsy and he can make us a cool table.
I'm glad you're having so much fun with this.
Oh.
Hello? Okay.
Yeah.
No, that's all I needed.
Everything okay? Um, I asked one of the clerks at work to run his name with the number my aunt had.
I'm guessing he's not the woodworker.
He He's dead.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Yeah, I I didn't even know him.
I know, but he's still the reason you're alive.
You know, if I'm being really honest, the fertility questionnaire was a pressing reason to find him, but I always had this, um idea of him that lingered in my mind.
I guess I imagined that we'd eventually meet.
I hate to ask.
Did they say how he died? Was it genetic? Um, he was killed in a car crash five years ago.
That's sad.
He had no family, no wife, no kids.
He was alone.
Maybe I should have tried to find him sooner.
Maybe, but he's the one who made the decision that he wasn't ready to be a parent.
Whatever he did with his life after, it's not on you.
Mm-hmm, yeah.
Now you can finish the questionnaire.
Mm-hmm.
Are you disappointed that we're not gonna get an artisan table? Um, a little, but I think I might still follow his blog, so Mm-hmm.
Congratulations.
Your first bounty.
Your check is in the mail.
Oh, thank you, Nyla Harper.
Thank you, John Nolan.
I could have done it without you, but this was more fun.
I guess we'll see you next time someone tries to skip bail.
Uh, I don't know.
This was all very stressful.
I did not care for the bullets.
Maybe I should just return to Skip Tracer Randy.
Yeah, that That might be best.
But on the other hands, once you've achieved God status, it's very difficult to go back.
Well, I'm off.
But I'll see you in the hospital.
No, no.
No need for that.
Oh, such a kidder.
Bye-bye, new bestie.
Bye, Skip Tracer Randy.
Bye-bye.
Yeah.
- He's good.
In small doses.
- Mm-hmm.
Bye.
To the right, straight through.
Bye.
Okay.
She's insane.
Yes.
She could have gotten you killed.
I know.
That's why I quit.
I also know that is not my handiwork.
You had Nolan come in and fix it when I left, didn't you? And the mirror in the bathroom and the fence.
Ah, you could've just asked me to stop.
I know, but you were so excited, and I know how tough it's been since the suspension.
Hmm.
I just didn't think it would be this hard not being able to work.
Just want a purpose again.
You will.
Only three more months to go.
Yeah, I know.
You know, walking around Curtis' neighborhood today reminded me how much still needs to be done.
But in the meantime, promise to find another way to fill the void that doesn't involve putting holes in the wall.
Acting seems fun.
Don't you dare.
Salud.
Cheers.
Hey, honey.
Hey, babe.
We're in here.
We? Oh, yes! Mein bruder, mein bester freund! Welcome home! You're in my house.
Yes.
Why are you Why are you Oy! Why? Oh, I love your sense of humor.
Come sit, join us.
Randy texted me after he left, wanting to celebrate their big bounty.
Their? I'm sorry, why are you with Randy? Clearly, you hate him.
No, I love him.
- That was all a game.
- Mmm.
Apparently, Randy and Alicia are into role play.
As rival bounty hunters? But you nearly died.
The friction is what makes the spark, John.
You clearly know nothing of love.
This must be very hard for you.
We muddle through somehow.
What's muddling? It sounds very kinky.
Mmm.
I'll show you tonight.
Okay, great.
So glad you're here.