Hello, Demon Legion. Flash Rob here.
Last month we hit the Galleria.
Then we took the Grove.
Next, I think you deserve an easier target
with even deeper pockets.
Details in the chat. Let me know who's in.
Good hunting.
♪ Money, money, money, money ♪
♪ Money ♪
♪ Money, money, money, money...♪
Hello, friends.
Please put your valuables on the floor
and do not move.
This is a... Well, you know.
♪ For the love of money ♪
♪ Dollar bills, y'all, come on now ♪
♪ Money, money, money ♪
♪ People will steal from their mothers ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah. ♪
Bitch, did you not hear what I said?
Valuables on the ground.
I think I'll hold on to these, thanks.
Hands! In the air!
Freeze, dirtbag.
Drop the crowbar.
Are you kidding?
Put your hands behind you.
Congratulations, minions.
You just walked into an LAPD sting.
You're all being arrested.
You should be more careful
about who you let into your Discord chat.
But I'll tell you what:
Whoever wants to tell me who Flash Rob is
gets a Get Out of Jail Free card.
Nobody knows.
Well, it was worth a shot.
Aw. Don't look so sad, friend.
At least you're going home with bracelets.
Let's go.
Congratulations, Sergeant Grant, for this is the biggest
flash rob bust in Southland history.
Yeah, well, I'd be feeling a lot better right now
if I'd gotten cuffs on Flash Rob himself.
Who knows, maybe we did.
Yeah, maybe.
I'm gonna go talk to the owner.
- See you back at the station. - You got it.
I think they're closed for the day.
Damn. Well, what happened here?
I like your tattoo.
Thanks...
You're welcome, Flash.
Or do you prefer Rob?
Oh, I know what you're thinking right now.
You've got a phone full of incriminating evidence
and you think it might be better to just run for it.
But that would be a very bad idea--
Damn it!
Too slow, son. I told you.
Who's too slow now?
Come in.
Hey, guys.
- Thanks for coming over. - Hi.
- How you holding up? - Uh, yeah, I-I'm okay.
You know, a little lonely, but getting by.
Nothing to raise the spirits like some good spirits.
I actually have a Malbec breathing.
Uh, no Jee-Yun tonight?
No, uh, we are taking advantage of the sitter
while she's still in town.
Ooh, and none for me.
My trainer says I need to lay off the booze.
Okay. Does he want you to lay off the dessert?
'Cause we were gonna have Baked Alaska.
Baked Alaska?
Well, since when do you make Baked Alaska?
Since Tommy dumped me.
I've, uh, been on this baking kick.
Any time I get the urge to call him,
I just I channel the impulse into something positive.
That's very healthy.
Ah, ooh, you guys are taking home...
a lemon loaf, by the way.
And...
a walnut loaf.
And a pumpkin loaf.
Seems like a lot of loaf.
Don't discourage him, I love loaf.
I don't know that this qualifies as a more positive response.
Wait, so y-you think I should call Tommy?
Maybe you should start thinking about what's next,
instead of what's past.
Yeah. Maybe it's time to jump back in the pond.
I don't know which pond to jump back into.
I think that you have to trust the universe is gonna...
bring you a special person.
For now, take a deep breath
and step away from the baked goods.
That's my baked brie.
- You baked brie? - Yeah, your favorite.
Mm. Beautiful, right? Hey.
What? What's, uh, what's wrong?
Why do you look like you're gonna barf?
Uh, I can't really do the stinky cheese right now.
Brie is not a stinky cheese.
It is to me, so if we could just...
Okay, uh, you loved brie.
I mean, the only time I've ever seen you turn down brie
is when you were pregnant with...
You're pregnant.
That's why you didn't drink the wine.
That is why I didn't drink the wine.
Why didn't you tell me?
Uh, it's just the first trimester.
And you're a blabbermouth.
And... you know,
we know that you're going through a hard time
and we didn't want to rub our good news in your face, so...
This isn't good news.
This is the best news. Guys, hey.
Come here, I-I'm so happy for you.
- Aww. - Hey. - Thanks, buddy.
Yeah.
You tell anyone, you're dead.
Understood.
You're telling me there wasn't another fire company
to take this call?
Captain Nash, thank God. Grady's this way.
- Grady Stunts? - Afraid so.
There was an incident during a take.
He fell off of the aerial ladder.
How did this happen?
Because that limey bastard doesn't know a pedestal knob
from the one between his knees.
Brad was operating the aerial with a stuntman on the ladder?
He was swinging it so fast hither and thither
he knocked Grady off.
Bet he didn't mention that in the 911 call, did he?
- Have you tried retracting it? - Yes, we tried retracting it.
Problem is, Captain Dingus over there
fried the ladder's gearbox. It's stuck.
Did he hit his head when he fell?
No, he was just dangling there and then he passed out.
Buck, Eddie, you're going up. Let's bring him down, copy that?
Copy you, Cap.
Sir, can you hear me? Sir?
No response. Starting a sternal rub.
Sir?
Okay. All right. Stay calm.
We're gonna get you down, okay?
Tell me they got it.
- Got what? - The shot.
Tell me they got the shot.
He's responsive, Cap. Coming down now.
Copy that. Good job, guys.
Why would you ever allow an actor to operate the aerial?
Because he said it was his closeup.
You're the tech advisor. It's your job to explain to him
that it's a bad idea, that it's not safe.
Yeah, well, you trying telling that
to that halfwit Royal Shakespeare Company reject!
Hey, buddy. How's it going?
It'll be going a lot better once my mate, Grady, up there
is returned to solid ground.
And once I have a latte in my hand.
Coming right up.
- He loves my lattes. - Ah.
Whoa, whoa.
Hollywood Bob.
- Hey. - It is so lovely to see you again, mate.
It's good to see you, too, Brad.
Can't tell you how nice it is to
finally have some real talent on set again, hmm?
Yep.
Yeah. Okay.
I got it. Thanks.
- Ugh. - You wanted to see me, Captain?
Yeah, come in, Sergeant.
- How's the leg? - Oh, barely even noticed it.
Any word yet from Robbery-Homicide on Flash Rob?
He's still in the wind.
- Damn. - Yeah, but focus on the positives here.
We smashed a major theft syndicate.
Booked 21 out of 22 perpetrators.
Take the win.
A snake isn't dead until you cut off his head.
I still can't believe I let him slip away.
You didn't let him slip away. You pulled a hamstring.
Listen...
I know this is probably not what you want to hear right now--
You do not need to put me on the IR, Captain.
The doctor said it was a tweaked muscle.
A glorified twinge, really.
You're not fooling anybody
trying to hide that limp, you know.
Limp? What limp? I'm fine, Elaine.
I don't need any time off.
Son, is there a reason why you're hovering
closer than my shadow?
Sergeant Grant, this is Probationary Officer Sparks.
I can't tell you what an honor it is to be riding with you.
"Riding with me"?
What is he talking about?
That's what I've been trying to tell you.
Sparks will be joining you out on patrol.
You know I work best alone.
Not wet-nursing some greenhorn. No offense, kid.
No, none taken, ma'am.
I know you're a lone wolf, but even lone wolves
can use company sometimes.
Oh, I see.
You're giving me a caretaker.
No, Sparks has been lobbying to train under you
since he graduated from the academy two months ago.
It's true, ma'am.
It's Sergeant, not ma'am.
Yes, ma'am. Sergeant.
Sparks graduated top of his class from the academy.
I want him to learn from the best.
And with all due respect, ma'am, that is you.
You've led the station in arrests
for 110 consecutive months.
Three Patrol Service ribbons.
Three Police Medals of Valor.
If I wanted my greatest hits, I'd Google myself.
And it's 104 months, so get your facts straight.
Copy that, Sergeant.
All right, guys, lunch is up.
Smells amazing. What are we having?
Fresh-baked garlic bread, baked ziti
and bread pudding for dessert.
Since when did you become a master baker?
Uh, when Tommy dumped me.
Now, whenever I feel tempted to reach out to him, I just...
Bake?
- I know, it, uh, it sounds dumb. - It's not dumb.
You found a coping skill to deal with cravings.
We do the same thing in recovery.
Well, I-I don't feel anywhere near recovered.
What I feel is a tractor beam pulling me towards my phone
to see if he's texted me.
I know that feeling. Stay strong, man.
- Oh, my God. - What?
H-He's bubbling me.
Tommy is bubbling me right now, finally.
So what did he say?
They went away. I don't get it.
Why would he type, type, type and then not send anything?
Maybe he just changed his mind.
You think I should call him, right?
Definitely not.
What if he's in trouble and he needs my help?
That's probably not it.
Yeah, I-I'm gonna call.
Sorry, can't let you do that, buddy.
Okay. Come on, give it back.
Give it back. I'm-I'm serious.
- Give it back. - It's for your own good.
- We know you're serious. - I'm serious.
- We know you're serious. - Eddie, Eddie... Cap.
That's what scares us.
Can you help me, please? He's got my phone.
Eddie, come here.
Guys, this--
Hope I'm not interrupting.
Chief Simpson.
Didn't realize you were stopping by today.
I can see that.
Captain Nash, may I have a word, please?
Yeah, of course.
Sorry to just drop in, Captain.
But I felt I had to have this conversation with you in person.
It sounds like this is serious.
Uh, you could say that.
I got a call from Hotshots production today.
Everyone was thrilled with how you and your team
handled the situation with the stuntman.
That's good to hear.
They're all big fans of yours.
Especially the star of the show, Brad Torrance.
A "proper bloke" is how he described you on the phone.
Well, that's high praise coming from Brad.
I thought you were here to tell me I was in trouble.
Well, you are, in a manner of speaking.
You see,
you know who Mr. Torrance isn't such a fan of?
Vincent Gerrard.
So, how's that my problem?
Because Brad wants you back on Hotshots.
He doesn't like or trust Gerrard.
Says it's affecting his performance.
Chief, I'm a fire captain with the LAFD.
Some TV star can't just snap his fingers and change that.
- Can he? - The Hotshots franchise
donates a tremendous amount to our budget.
The point is, one way or another,
we need to make them happy.
Chief, what exactly are you asking me to do here?
I want you to go back to that set
and help Gerrard become a more likeable version of himself.
With all due respect,
I'm a fire captain, not a miracle worker.
Then if you want to stay in this firehouse,
you better start praying.
What exactly are you writing, probie?
Uh, just... observations.
Such as?
Uh, wh-- I noticed you always leave half a car length
behind the car in front of us.
I'm-I'm guessing in case you need to make a quick exit.
You needed a whole page for that?
Well, no, uh, so...
when we stop, I noticed you always scan for license plates--
registration tags, I'm guessing--
always left to right.
You check for pedestrians on the corner,
and then, only after all that,
you allow yourself to have a sip of coffee.
Totally whiffed on all that, didn't I?
No, you pretty much hit the nail on the head.
Too many cops have been shot
sitting in parked cars to not scan every corner
you ever pull up to.
So, I mean, what are you looking for
at an intersection like this?
I'm looking for folks with loose waistbands
and baggy clothes.
To conceal weapons.
Bicyclists with backpacks.
Drug dealers love their bicycles and backpacks.
Easy delivery.
Right.
Let me ask you something.
You were one of the top recruits in the academy, right?
The top.
So, why do you want to slum it out here in these streets?
My dad.
- He was a cop? - God, no.
No, he's a, he's a con man.
Not a very good one, either.
Used to be too drunk all the time.
Come home, take it out on me and my mom.
Sorry to hear that.
One night,
the neighbors called 911, the cops came.
They finally take him away?
No.
But I-I'd never seen him afraid like that before.
You know, and I thought, that's real power.
Still get a rush just thinking about it now.
We don't do it for the power.
Or the rush.
No, of course not.
We do it because we care about what's right.
And no one cares more than you.
Take this Flash Rob case, everyone else is
patting themselves on the back for this big collar.
But not you.
- Flash Rob is still out there. - But see? Exactly.
The good ones relive their wins.
But the great ones?
They can't let go of their losses.
I-I can't tell you what an honor it is
to get to ride with you before you retire.
Close your eyes.
Uh... Okay.
We've been sitting at this corner for 30 seconds.
Tell me who's sitting on that bus bench
three feet to your right.
Uh... crap.
It's okay. Go ahead and open them.
Bam, bam, bam!
It was a cop killer with a shotgun.
And you just got your brains blown out
because you were too busy chitchatting.
And because you weren't watching, I'm dead, too.
I'm sorry.
You're dead.
So how can you be sorry?
I don't know.
Something about the kid just rubs me the wrong way.
So, you don't think he's up to the job?
Mm. Thank you. No.
He was the top recruit at the academy.
He's a rock star.
I mean, he's definitely up to the job.
So then, what's bugging you? Here.
- Elevate a little higher. - Oh.
You know, he's just one of those pick-me types.
Always has his hand up in the air.
Always got to rush in first.
He's just so... I don't know.
Hungry.
Weren't you hungry when you hit the streets?
Yeah, but I was hungry for justice.
Part of me worries this boy's hungry for something else.
Like what?
Power.
Glory. Control.
And what about the other part of you?
The other part of me worries that he might be in it
for all the right reasons, and that my main problem,
at the moment,
is that it's hard for me to keep up with him.
Oh.
How's it feeling, by the way?
Hurts like hell.
You know, Bobby wants me to use a crutch,
but I am not gonna be shuffling around here
like some granny with a cane.
That would be quite the sight, though.
Yeah, one you'll never see.
You know, my doctor says that I might be losing a step.
Can you believe that?
Well, yeah.
- What? - Listen,
there's no shame in it, Athena.
You've been patrolling the streets
for how many decades now?
- Oh, watch it. - No, uh, listen,
my point is there's bound to be some wear and tear.
But whatever you lose in speed
and power, you gain in wisdom and instinct.
That sounds like a nice way of saying old.
So, what do you think?
I mean, should I just get over myself
and cut this kid some slack?
I think you should get over yourself.
And then, follow your instinct.
- What's up, Bobby? - What's up, Callum?
- Bobby, welcome back. - Hey, Trish.
Hey, kid. Kid!
This latte is luke.
I don't do luke latte.
- Vincent. - Nash.
How the hell'd you get a drive-on?
Maybe we should go for a walk.
I can't believe Brad, Action Hero,
went whining to the chief behind my back.
He didn't say a word about being unhappy.
Welcome to Hollywood.
Well, how do I fix it?
There's not an easy way for me to say this.
You need to take a hard look at yourself in the mirror.
When it comes to interpersonal dynamics,
- you can lean a little-- - Don't soft-soap it, Nash.
Spit it out.
You can be a dick.
A dick?
How can I be a dick?
You just finger-snapped that PA--
who has a name, by the way, it's Hailey, not "kid."
Just, I'm sorry, just smile a little bit more.
Say please and thank you. Be polite.
Look, I know I'm the last person you want to hear from
about... etiquette.
No, you're wrong.
I want to know everything.
Is that sarcasm? I can't tell.
I'll do anything you want.
But you got to do something for me.
What?
Take Brad to dinner.
Convince him I'm not a bad guy
and that I can change.
Vincent, the guy's a TV star.
I can't just ask him out to dinner.
Yes, you can. You want to know why?
He loves you. And he hates me.
- I'm sure he doesn't hate you. - Yes, he does.
Just like everybody does
when I have to walk in your footsteps,
from the 118 to the Hotshots set.
Uh, Vincent...
Oh.
¿Qué pasa, numero uno?
- Bobby! - Hey.
Twice in one week.
- What a blessing. - Yeah.
We're ready for you, Brad.
I appreciate you, Bobby.
Hey, big rescue scene tonight, Brad.
You're gonna crush!
If you want to go over anything, I'm here.
I'm good, thanks.
Hey.
Are you crying, or... Why are you crying?
Vincent.
For the first time in my life,
I have a job I really love.
Please, don't let them take it away.
Bobby, please, tell me you're gonna talk to him.
I'm begging you.
I will talk to him.
- Probie. - Hey.
- Good morning, Sergeant Grant. - You must've gotten up
pretty early this morning to get a sheen like this going.
Never got into bed, actually.
Spent most of my night in Hush Alley.
Do I even want to know?
Hush Alley's not a real alley.
It's part of the dark web.
Never heard of it.
Well, that's kind of the idea.
A lot of not strictly legal deals are made there.
But it's one place you could go
if you were looking to, say,
join a flash mob robbery.
You were looking for Flash Rob.
I think he's moved on to a different platform,
but he was definitely there.
So, he posted this after he hit a box store in Claremont.
I think it's from inside the back of the delivery truck.
Flash Rob here.
Behold the rewards you reap
when you roll with
- the Demon Legion. - All right.
I bookmarked a few more of these.
Check it.
All this from one haul?
What?
The last one's over nine months old,
so I know it's probably not much to go on, but...
No, I think you may have helped me
break this damn case open.
- How? - I'll tell you on the road.
Here.
Wow. Uh, thank you.
Let's shake a leg, rookie.
Excuse me?
We're looking for a supervisor.
That's me. I'm Justin.
I'm Sergeant Grant.
- This is Officer Sparks. - Hello.
- How can I help? - We believe that
one of your trucks was used to transport stolen goods
in a series of flash robberies.
No, that's impossible.
Well, a plate reader on 2nd Street
picked up a truck with the plate
"3DHI832"
near a jewelry store smash and grab
earlier this week.
Is that one of yours?
Yeah, it is.
We'd like to check its GPS history
to see if it was near any other robbery sites in the past.
As much as I'd love to help you,
I can't share company records without a warrant.
Okay, forget the records.
Just tell me this:
You don't happen to have a skinny, brown-haired kid
here with a tattoo on his neck, do you?
Dollar sign with devil horns and a tail?
Yeah, I do, actually.
Caleb Sandstrom.
You got a picture of Caleb?
That's him there.
Caleb!
We got a couple of questions for you.
Don't even think about it.
Come on.
Of course.
727-L-30, we just had an ADW with a vehicle
and two POs.
Copy you, Sergeant Grant.
Dispatch, I have eyes on our suspect.
He's doing 50
eastbound on Carson.
My guess is he's headed to the 710 freeway.
I need your help to stop him before he does.
On it. I need all available units
to Carson and Atlantic for an active pursuit.
And you better have a RA unit standing by.
My probie's hanging on to the back of that truck.
I'll tell the ambulance to hurry.
No one move! No one shoot until we say.
Sparks,
they're setting up a roadblock
in a mile. The next time he slows down,
I need you to jump off.
No. No, no, no. Negative. Negative.
Nega--
Did you just say, "negative?"
I got a better idea,
but I'm gonna need a distraction.
Ah!
Okay, knucklehead.
Here we go.
Hey, Flash Rob.
Pull over now
or we will use force.
Come on. Look at me.
Don't be a bitch, Rob.
Go, go.
Hiya.
Stop the truck.
Got ya.
Nice work.
Caleb Sandstrom,
you're under arrest.
Or should I say Flash Rob?
Thanks for the assist.
Yeah, man, good job.
Nice job out there, man.
Good moves.
Were your ears burning? Captain Mundy
from Robbery-Homicide was just giving me hell
about patrol taking down Flash Rob without them.
Wasn't me who put him in handcuffs.
They're not too thrilled with the boy wonder, either.
To be honest, neither am I.
I got a bad feeling about this kid.
What are you talking about?
You just broke a huge case together.
The kid ticks every box.
I agree.
On paper, he's a rockstar.
But in here, I'm not so sure.
You know, the other day he told me
that he was drawn to patrol
because he likes the power.
I'm sure he didn't mean it like that.
When somebody tells you who they are, believe them.
We could have easily brought that truck under control
using stop sticks, doing it the right way,
but this kid went full Lethal Weapon.
He's young.
It was a rush of blood to the head.
It usually is,
right before somebody makes
the biggest mistake of their life.
I don't want him near my cruiser ever again.
Fine.
I'll tell you what.
Effective immediately, I'll assign him
to Officer Vargas. How does that sound?
Like a half measure.
My instincts are telling me
that this kid should not be in a uniform, Elaine.
The department spends 200K on every recruit.
We can't just go cutting them loose
every time somebody gets a bad feeling.
He is a time bomb.
Wow.
I really thought you were better
than talking trash behind my back, Sergeant Grant.
It's not talking trash if it's my professional opinion,
which is going in my supervisor's report.
Well, then, I just hope you have the integrity
to tell them the real reason you have a problem with me.
- Which is? - Sour grapes.
I am faster than you, I am hungrier than you
and I am younger than you.
And a hell of a lot cockier, too.
I hope the 200K was worth it.
Hey, Maddie, what's going on?
Hi. What are you doing tonight?
Nothing much.
You weren't baking, were you?
Uh, no.
Not technically... yet.
Good, 'cause you have plans.
Plans? Uh, what are you talking about?
Remember when I told you that the universe...
...was gonna send
a special person your way?
A-A blind date? Maddie, I'm...
I'm not ready for that yet.
One-one second.
Here she is.
Well,
when you said special person,
you didn't say the most special person
in the whole entire world.
Come here, Jee. Oh, I got you.
We'll be back by 10:00.
- Jee, take care of your Uncle Buck. - Bye.
Have fun. Okay.
I have been making cookie dough,
so do you want chocolate chip,
peanut butter or snickerdoodle?
- I want all of them. - What?
That's the perfect answer.
Okay. Yeah.
So, we're gonna scoop...
Welcome to the Wolford Lounge.
I know I'm not supposed to say it,
but I'm a big fan, Mr. Torrance.
Aw, you're too sweet.
Maybe we have a little selfie after dinner, eh?
That would be amazing, thank you.
Can I get you gentlemen anything to drink?
Well, it's on me, so bombs away.
No, it's on the LAFD. Chief's orders.
Well, in that case, I'll have
your most expensive gin martini,
dry, stirred, with three pit-in olives.
And I'll have a club soda, please. Thank you.
Okay, I'll put that in right away.
Hey, listen, Brad, I really appreciate
you taking the time to sit down with me.
Are you mad?
I'm always up for breaking bread with Hollywood Bob.
Ah.
So, what you want to talk about?
Huh? The show?
I do. Specifically, the tech advisor,
Vincent Gerrard.
What do you want to talk about him for?
I know his bedside manner
leaves a little something to be desired,
but Gerrard has promised to work on it.
- He is eager to please. - Yeah, yeah, I've noticed.
He just doesn't get it.
Get what?
I want to be recognized by the public
as an authentic fire captain, right?
So, to do that, I need someone like you,
a leader of men, to guide me.
- Not a knob like Gerrard. - Look, Brad, I have
a fire team at the 118 that depend on me,
and I can't abandon them.
I won't.
I see.
Okay, I've got a club soda.
Thank you.
And a dry, stirred martini.
Did we decide on any appetizers?
- Tell me something, love. - Yeah.
I know you're only a waitress.
- Hey. - Perchance, do you recall
how many olives I ordered?
Three?
So why are there four
bobbing around in my glass?
I-I just thought, if you
wanted three, you might like a bonus one.
If I wanted four,
then I would've ordered four.
- Brad, take it easy. - I can take it back.
No, it's okay. We can just fish one out.
Yeah. Fish it out.
Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm okay.
Man alive, are you bloody joking?
What is it?
This olive...
is pitted.
I thought that's what you said,
three pitted olives.
No, love, I said, "Three pit-in olives."
I was very clear.
Are you hard of hearing or are you just daft?
I can take it back to the bar and fix it.
I'll do it.
I'm so sorry, Mr. Torrance, I--
It's okay. You have nothing to apologize for.
I just didn't understand. Maybe it was the accent.
It was my mistake.
I think we have well-established that.
- Is it your first day on the job, love? - Look, I'm s--
- Hey. Hey. - I'm so sorry.
Oh, yeah, there she goes.
She's gonna bloody cry now. Boo-bloody-hoo.
- Brad! - What?
That's enough.
You owe her an apology.
- I owe her an apology? - Yes, you do.
What if I don't feel like it?
If you don't feel like it?
You want to play an authentic fire captain?
Well, the only thing I can buy you as
is an entitled man-child.
Now go say you're sorry.
Or what?
Or I'm gonna kick your limey ass.
- How many are there, ma'am? - Two.
Okay, can you describe them for me?
They're dressed in black,
and they won't let me leave.
- I'm feeling very threatened. - Okay, it looks like
I've already got a police unit in the area. Do you see them?
Oh, yes, I see them.
They just pulled me and my daughter over.
Ma'am, would you please roll down your window?
I don't have to.
65-K-20,
did you just stop a female motorist on Pico?
Correct, Dispatch. Driver's refusing to roll down her window
or identify herself.
Ma'am, you need to lower your window for them.
I don't trust these jackboots.
If you don't roll down the window, they're gonna break it.
You said your daughter's in the car?
- Yes. - Okay, you don't want her to see that, do you?
For her own safety?
Fine.
But I will be live-streaming every move these fascists make.
All right, but try to stay...
calm.
727-L-30, requesting backup
at Hope and Pico for a driver
refusing to exit her vehicle.
Copy, Dispatch. I'm en route.
I need you to power down your window, now.
I will be filming every word.
That's fine. We are, too, ma'am.
Don't you tread on me.
There will be no treading.
Really?
You said to roll it down. You didn't say how far.
License, registration, and proof of insurance.
First, tell me what I'm being pulled over for.
Driving with illegal plates.
There's no issue with my plates.
I'm a sovereign citizen.
There is, actually, because they're not issued
by a legal entity, and state law requires
that a driver present ID when stopped.
I'm not driving. I'm traveling.
A federally protected activity, U.S. Code 18, Section 245.
I am a natural citizen,
and I am exempt from your authority.
- Mommy, what's wrong? - It's okay, honey.
Mommy's just fighting oppression.
Sir, you mind if I give it a try?
I kind of know how these people think.
Knock yourself out, kid.
Good evening, ma'am. My name's Matthew.
I totally get where you're coming from, okay?
My Uncle Pete lives in Montana, he has the same plates,
only his say "Freeman" instead of "Private."
- My husband has that plate. - There you go.
Don't worry, no one's trying to oppress you, okay?
We just need your license and registration,
so we can wrap this up and all move on with our day.
Kid's good.
- He certainly thinks so. - Worst-case scenario,
you do what we say, we'll give you a citation
and you can do what my Uncle Pete does
every time he gets a ticket.
Tear it up?
Ah, you said it, not me.
Your uncle really is a Montana Freeman?
He's a founding member of the Justus Township.
Then he must be so...
damn ashamed of you.
Look at this traitor, everybody!
- He's just a bully with a badge. - Ma'am...
- No, shame on you! - I'm not-- Hey. Hey.
- Shame on you! - Hey! Enough playing games, okay?
- Lower the window, or I will break the window... - No!
...and I will pull you out.
No, you will not!
Out of the vehicle now.
There's a kid in the back seat of that car.
- Hey, Officer Sparks... - You've been warned!
...why don't you let me...
Get out of the car now!
- Get out of the car! - Do not touch me!
Get out!
Do not reach for that bag!
Don't touch me. I'm just getting my license.
Do not-- Taser! Taser! Taser!
- Mommy! - Move aside.
I thought it was my tas... Thought it was my taser.
I got you. I got you.
Okay.
Code three. Code three.
I need a RA unit. We got a gunshot wound.
I'm applying pressure now.
Check on the child.
- Sparks! Get me the med kit. - Yeah. G-G-Got it.
He-he sh...
- He shot... he shot me. - I know.
- I know, ma'am. I know. - He sh...
Just try to lie still. Help is on the way.
Kid's okay.
Can you hear that? Your baby's okay.
Okay. Sparks! Where is that gauze?
I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming.
Gauze.
Okay. Little pressure.
But you're gonna be okay. Just keep looking up at me.
Come on, just keep looking up at me.
Ma'am? Ma'am?
Ma'am!
- Oh, God, she's not breathing. - Do we start compressions?
No. She still has a pulse.
- Get me the rescue mask. - The-the what?
- The breather! - I don't know--
Just give me the damn--
Breathe for me, Mama.
Come on.
Breathe for your baby girl.
Come on, wake up for your baby.
Okay. It's okay. You're gonna be okay.
I-I thought it was my taser.
They're ready for you, kid.
- So what did you tell them? - The truth.
And I suggest you do the same.
I-I just, I still don't know how it happened.
How I reached for the wrong holster...
A rush of blood to the head.
Yeah. Guess so.
Sergeant Grant, it... really has been an honor.
Good luck, son.
He's gonna need all the luck he can get.
Depending on how that deposition goes,
he's looking at assault with a deadly weapon.
Yeah, well, thank God the motorist survived,
- or it would be manslaughter. - Yes, it would.
City attorney says that she's gonna have to be offered
a massive settlement.
More than 200K, I'm guessing.
Probably a lot more.
I should've listened to you, Athena.
Yeah?
Oh.
Well, I should've listened to me, too.
To my body, anyway.
I am not getting any younger, Elaine.
Me neither.
But don't worry, I don't care if you're down to one leg,
I am never jamming you with another trainee again.
Well, you don't have to,
because I'm officially requesting one.
You want another probie?
I do.
Why?
If that boy taught me anything,
it's that the next generation
could use some guidance out there.
Maybe I've lost a step or two over the years,
but I've gained more than enough wisdom to make up for it.
And unlike speed, wisdom can be shared.
I thought you worked best alone.
You're never too old to change.
Oh!
Oh, my God, he did not say that.
This-this can't be real, can it?
Wait, no, has-has to be one of those deepfakes.
- Harvey Levin posted it himself. - I told you guys
to wash the rig, not watch TikTok.
Technically, it's TMZ.
Oh, come on,
please tell me that's not a video of...
The greatest British smackdown since the War of 1812? Yes.
- Yes, Cap, it is. - Or what?
...or I'm gonna kick your limey ass.
I was afraid that was gonna get out there.
Mm, only to about three million people.
- What were you doing with him, anyway? - He went to the chief,
said he wanted me back on Hotshots full-time.
Wait, y-you're leaving us again?
Uh, relax, Buck.
I think that dream died
when Cap here threatened to kick Brad's...
"Limey ass."
I didn't s--
Okay, I did say that.
Hey, Cap, i-if Chief
put you up to this, isn't he gonna be pissed?
Oh, I'm expecting that phone call any minute,
but if it's between ticking off the chief
or working with that immature, egomaniacal bully, I--
- He's behind me, isn't he? - Uh-huh.
Brad.
Hello, Bob.
Hope I'm not disturbing anything.
Not unless the tones go off.
Well, before they do, I wanted to say,
that tirade that you unleashed,
it was... so authentic.
It was volcanic. Your words
blasted the entitlement out of me
like a truth enema,
and I want to say thank you.
You're welcome.
No one has been that blunt with me
since I was a young boy working at the Millwall docks.
Hollywood, it is so fake. There are so many sycophants,
so when you find, as you Yanks would say,
the real McCoy, you have to cling on to him.
And cling on to you, I must.
Brad, I told you, I am back to being the captain
of this firehouse. I'm not going back to your show.
No, no, K-I don't want you to.
You should be in the rough and tumble.
It's where you belong.
And it's where I can really study you,
in your natural habitat.
What are you talking about?
It's all settled.
I talked to your chief, and he agreed.
I'm gonna shadow you.
24/7.
But don't you have a TV show to go star in?
They put me in a coma.
So, until Captain Race Banner
wakes up, I'm gonna be playing the role
of Captain Bobby Nash's understudy, full-time.
Attention...
All right, 118, let's go.
Let's saddle up, boys.