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.
Randy: 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.
♪ Itsy bitsy spider went up the waterspout ♪
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.
[ Sighs ]
Love you. Love you, too.
♪ Down came the rain and washed the spider out ♪
[ Shelf falling ]
[ Sighs ]
♪
[ Cellphone beeping ]
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.
♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh ♪
♪ I'm gonna win for you like I know you want me to do ♪
[ Sighing ] Ugh.
You okay?
Yeah. [ Sighs ]
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.
[ Inhales deeply ] 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, ja. 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.
[ Clears throat ] 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.[ Gasps ]
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.
[ Sighs ] 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.
[ Chuckles ] Okay. Okay.
So, I'll call him after the sergeants' meeting.
[ Telephones ringing in distance ]
Or I can call him now?
It says here the bounty for Ivy Flynn is $250K.
For a madam? [ Scoffs ]
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.
[ Sirens wailing ]
[ Siren chirps ]
[ Dog barking in distance ]
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.
Lucy: 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.[ Cellphone vibrating ]
It's Randy.
Hey, can I call you back in a few?
Randy: [ Whispering ] Ivy Flynn. I found her.
1717 Piedmont. But I'm in trouble.
[ Gunshots ]
♪
Nolan: Police!
[ Man groaning ]
Oh, help.
[ Moaning ]
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?
[ Moans ] No.
Alright, tell me what happened.
[ Moans ] 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!
Randy: [ Muffled ] 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, ja. 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.
[ Weakly ] I have it all recorded on my phone.
Hey [Clears throat] 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.
Randy: 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.
[ Chuckles ] 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. [ Sighs ]
So [sighs] where do you want to start?
Everywhere. [ Gasps ]
Show me your world.
Mm-hmm. Okay.
Your whole world. Yeah.
Truman: That box cost me 20 grand.
It was custom-made for me.
You better not ruin it.
[ Electric saw buzzing ]
[ Gasping ]
Oh. Danke schoen.
Oh. Whew!
I have to say, aside from the complete lack of oxygen,
this is [chuckles] 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.
[ Chuckles ]
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.
Ja, ja, 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 [clicks tongue] 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.
[ Chuckles ]
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.
Ja, 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.
♪
[ Sighs ]
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?
[ Sighs ] 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.
[ Sighs ]
I want her arrested for biological terrorism.
[ Sighs ] 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 --
[ Mouse squeaks ] Oh.
Sorry. Do you have her address?
[ Vehicles passing ]
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.
♪
[ Women shouting ]
Hey! Police! Stop!
Hands up! Show me your hands!
[ Engine starts ]
[ Tires screeching ]
I'm working! Alicia Kaufman, Kaufman Bail Bonds.
Alicia? Get out.
What a crazy zufall seeing you here!
You two know each other?
Oh, ja. 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.
[ Chuckles ] 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.
[ Car horn honking ]
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.
[ Sighs ]
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.
[ Chuckles ]
You know, my character, Margo Caine,
is having an affair with a police sergeant.
And his wife likes to watch.
[ Clears throat ] 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. [ Sighs ]
I inhabit it.
Oh, okay... Margo.
Thank you.
Can I talk to you - for a sec? - Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
♪
[ Sighs ] 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?
[ Police radio chatter ]
Uh...
[ Sighs ]
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.
Sabrina: ...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.
[ Gasps ] Thank you.
[ Chuckles ] 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.
Lucy: This is Jordan's building.
Tim: 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.
[ Dog barking ]
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...
Randy: Ja, 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.
[ Button clicks ] 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.
[ Door closes ]
[ Clears throat ]
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.
[ Scoffs ] 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.
[ Sighs ]
And he's the most uptight man I have ever dated.
So uptight.
[ Sighs ]
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.
[ Sighs softly ]
Thanks.
[ Inhales deeply ]
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.
[ Engine shuts off ]
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?
[ Chuckles ] 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...
[Voice breaking] I still say it's worth it.
[ Sniffles ]
♪
[ Vehicle door opens ]
♪
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.
[ Sighs ]
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.
[ Sighs ] 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.
[ Inhales deeply ]
Wait.
Say those exact words again.
What you said was so real.
I'll have Alan do a rewrite to incorporate it.[ Chuckles ]
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.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Breathes deeply ]
[ Sighs ]
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.
[ Sobbing ] 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. [ Chuckles ]
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. [ Chuckles ]
This is my good side, so... Okay, okay, yeah.
Me? Yeah.
- Oh, uh, right. - Fellas, everybody, everybody.
[ Chuckles ]
How is this my life?
Okay, everybody, say "cheese."
Cheese.
[ Chuckles ] Cheese.
[ Chuckles ] One more, just for safety.
[ Sighs ]
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.
[ Cellphone chimes ] Lucy, it's --
Oh, uh...
Patrick Walsh.
That's my father's name.
[ Cellphone buttons clicking ]
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?
Ja, 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? [ Scoffs ]
She's the perfection of women,
a celestial beauty come to walk upon the earth.
Yeah, who hates you.
Ja, 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.
[ Doorbell rings ]
Ivy: 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.
[ Handcuffs clicking ]
Come. Sit down.
[ Clears throat ] 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.
[ Sighs ]
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.
[ Doorbell rings ]
- Man: Room service. - Oh, I am starving.
What did you order?
I didn't order anything.
Randy, no![ Gunshot ]
Nolan: Randy, no!
♪
[ Bullets ricocheting ]
♪
[ Glass breaking ]
7-Adam-15. We need backup and RA, Code 3.
Hotel Mathilde. Shots fired.
Harper, I need your cuffs.
[ Handcuffs click ]
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.
[ Elevator bell dings ]
Oh! [ Grunting ]
♪
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! [ Laughs ] Yeah!
Randy, don't...
[ Groans ]
♪
[ Panting ]
♪
Ivy: Let me go!
Alicia: 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.
[ Police radio static ]
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.
[ Motorcycles approaching ]
We got to go right now. Get down.
♪ I'm gone
[ Gunfire ]
♪ Gone
♪
You need to get back.
Back to the stairs.
I'll cover you till we get to the next pillar.
Ready? Move.
[ Gunfire continues ]
♪
♪ Don't try to keep up with me
Move!
♪ As soon as you blink, I'm gone ♪
♪
Okay.
Almost home free.
[ Gunfire continues ]
You ready?
[ Van tires screech ]
♪
Oh, no.
♪
[ Gunfire continues ]
♪
♪ Don't try to keep up with me
Alicia, I'm here!
♪ As soon as you blink, I'm gone ♪
[ Sirens wailing ]
[ Tires screech ]
♪
♪ Don't try to keep up with me
Drop your weapons!
♪ Don't try to keep up with me
Get your hands in the air!
Officers: Freeze! Freeze! Freeze!
- Do not move! - Stay where you are!
- Hands up! - Face down!
Woman: All the way up!
[ Sirens wailing ]
[ Gasps loudly ] 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.
[ Grunting ] Ooh, gotcha.
[ Chuckles ] You're my new best friend.
Aww. Oh. Lucky me.[ Groaning ]
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.
[ Chuckles ][ Cellphone vibrating ]
Oh.
Hello?
Okay.
Yeah. No, that's all I needed.
[ Cellphone clicks off ]
[ Sighs ] 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.
[ Inhales deeply ]
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.
♪ And I'm still surrounded and bounded tonight ♪
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.
♪ I'll never let go of you and me ♪
He was alone.
♪ Because all that I am
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.
♪ I'll be there to carry you through ♪
Now you can finish the questionnaire.
Mm-hmm.
Are you disappointed that we're not gonna get
an artisan table?
[ Chuckles ] Um, a little,
but I think I might still follow his blog, so...
Mm-hmm.
Congratulations. Your first bounty.
[ Sighs ] 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.
[ Sighs ] 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.
[ Sighs ] 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. [ Sighs ]
She's insane.
Yes.
She could have gotten you killed.
I know. [ Sighs ] 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.
♪ Is made up of you
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.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Sighs ]
Salud.
Cheers.
[ Sighs ] Hey, honey.
Hey, babe. We're in here.
We?
Randy: Oh, yes!
Mein bruder, mein bester freund!
Welcome home!
You're in my house.
Yes.
Why are you -- Why are you -- Oy!
[ Chuckles ] 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.
[ Scoffs ] The friction is what makes the spark, John.
[ Scoffs ] You clearly know nothing of love.
This must be very hard for you.
We muddle through somehow.
♪
[ Quietly ] What's muddling? It sounds very kinky.
Mmm. I'll show you tonight.
Okay, great.
So glad you're here.
♪