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(ENGINE STARTS)
(BEEPS)
The hell?
Hey! Whoa!
Hey!
Yo. Everybody be cool.
Be cool.
I'll take those, thank you.
Come on.
- Time? - We're good.
- Let's go, let's go. - All right, last bags.
Let's go.
(GUNSHOTS)
- Mind if I work in? - Hey.
Sure. Go for it.
Take off the tens.
(CHUCKLES) All right.
Okay, when in the hell did you start
giving a damn about getting healthy, Craig?
My daughter's on me lately.
Okay? 6:00 a.m. every morning, if I'm not up, she gets me up.
Shoves a smoothie in my hand, kicks me out the door.
- (CHUCKLES) - But hey,
I've lost five pounds already, Hondo.
All right? Another few months,
these abs are gonna put yours to shame,
- my friend. - Okay, keep hope alive, Craig.
Yeah, right.
- I like the outfit. - Oh, shut up.
(LAUGHS) Well, you got to be taking it pretty seriously if you're willing
to fork over the cash to join this place.
Free introductory month, my friend.
I got four days left, then I cancel.
Doesn't cost me a dime.
See, that is the Craig I know and love.
- Huh? - (CHUCKLES)
All right, so, uh, so talk to me. Your text.
- You got something for me. - Well, this may come as a surprise,
not every payday loan shop is on the up and up like mine is.
Oh, shocking.
It's a good thing you hit me up. I asked around.
One of my competitors,
Dale's Check Cashing in Inglewood,
he's cleaning money for some big time players.
Let me guess, the owner's name is Dale?
And you think these big time players
are the crew robbing these armored trucks?
Could be. You know, let's take off the 25s, too.
So... Hondo,
what I hear is it's not just SWAT going after these guys.
I hear it's federal, like, a task force kind of thing.
This is just you and me talking. That's all you need to know.
Yeah, okay, and I appreciate it.
You know, a couple hundred every so often, it really helps out.
All right, let's not forget me letting you slide
on that laundering charge back in the day.
Hey, it's been a beautiful friendship
and I owe you big time, okay?
But the Feds, they got deep pockets, Hondo.
You know, they're paying some of
their Cis a hundred grand a pop.
Are you hard up or something right now?
(SIGHS) Single parent life ain't easy, Hondo.
My daughter's got to go to college.
I got to pay someone to look after my mom now.
She can't be left alone.
All right, all right. I'll do what I can.
Thanks. Just... uh, tell 'em I'm working on another lead.
It might be nothing,
- but it might be major. - Craig,
the information you just gave me today is enough.
Don't push it.
All right. Okay.
You want me to just take the rest of the plates off?
I think I'll just work the bar.
That was a tough run this morning.
And all those push-ups, I bet you're all pretty spent.
All right, it's a minimum 80 sit-ups,
five pull-ups.
Nobody's gonna blame you if you stop there.
How many sit-ups you do in your first PFQ?
- 370. - STREET: Think she'll do more?
I don't think any of them will do more.
She gonna make SWAT?
I haven't even met her. Why are you so curious?
Oh, I just thought you'd be interested
in the women you helped pave the way for.
There are no paved roads to SWAT.
Everyone's got to blaze their own trail.
STREET: Don't look now, but, uh,
someone wants your autograph.
- Officer Alonso. - Oh, Chris.
- Uh... - Jim.
Erika Rogers.
I'd shake your hands, but I'm pretty disgusting right now.
I just wanted to say
- it's an honor to meet you. - Thanks.
Hey, I wanted to ask you a favor.
Maybe the next time you're headed to the range,
I could tag along.
You could give me some pointers on non-dominant hand shooting.
I'm an ace with my right,
but if I'm gonna make SWAT, I need to make sure the left is in shape.
You just have to spend more time in the range
and just listen to your instructors.
I-I don't really do personal training sessions.
Oh. Okay.
Good luck.
You know Agent DuBois with the FBI.
HONDO: For the last week, we've been liaising
with her special task force.
Now it's time for SWAT to officially join in.
It's the armored car robberies, isn't it?
- It's got to be. - They're trucks, not cars.
- No, they're called armored cars. - They're trucks.
- How is this even a conversation? - What, says you.
I've heard more sophisticated arguments from my six-year-old.
All right, guys, guys, you can call them whatever you want,
but right now let's focus on getting the guys who rob them.
So...
we've been calling them the Pit Crew.
That's how quick and coordinated
these robberies are.
EMPs to stop the truck.
(WHISPERS): Trucks. - In and out.
They have killed more than a few guards.
Robbed three armored trucks in Dallas,
three in Phoenix,
and now they've taken down two here.
Which means we got to catch them before they get
the last truck and head off to who knows where.
Had a hunch they were laundering their money locally, so I spoke
to an old CI of mine a week ago after the first robbery.
He just got back to me this morning
with an actual lead.
Agent DuBois?
Um, right, sorry.
JESSICA: Given the time pressure, we have to take down
this money launderer today.
See if he'll flip on the robbers.
Yes. My people will meet you at the location.
Hondo and myself will coordinate the teams.
That's our cue.
Long hours?
Sorry about that.
I've been chasing these guys
through three states, you know?
All right, it's called Dale's Check Cashing,
but Dale Hansen doesn't even technically own it.
He's got too many felonies on his record to get the licenses.
Wait, don't tell me he used his mom's name.
His aunt. Mom's got a thicker jacket than Dale does.
(LAUGHTER)
Payday loan places...
- always dicey. - It's a perfect setup
for cleaning dirty money.
Only banks check serial numbers,
and people that have bank accounts
don't go to check-cashing joints.
And once the money hits the bank, it's passed through
so many hands it can't be traced back to the origin.
Now, it's not the first time.
- Dale's has been raided. - And he still kept his license?
Witnesses all backed out.
DA says Dale probably got to them.
Right, so he's gonna be on alert.
Yeah, well, it's a good thing the Pit Crew
isn't the only team in town that moves fast.
- Fill the gaps. - Stay liquid!
- Are you serious? - (ALL LAUGHING)
You guys took time out of your day to plan that?
- Hey, Dale... - Sorry.
Need a little radio silence.
HONDO: LAPD SWAT. On the ground.
STREET: LAPD SWAT. On the ground!
On the ground! SWAT.
- Nobody move! - Locked.
Luca.
On the ground, now!
- On the ground! - Cops!
Suspect shallow. Eyes on.
Give me two! Give me two!
- Hondo, left! - Left side clear! Keep down!
- (SCREAMS) - On the ground now!
- Okay, okay! - Give me your hands! Give me your hands!
Hands! Give me your left hand!
CHRIS: Hands behind your back.
- Put your hands up! LAPD! - Luca!
- Left side clear! - Deac!
I was trying to figure out what to charge you with first, Dale.
Destroying money's a federal crime. Did you know that?
And we haven't even gotten into money laundering.
A lot of that cash in there
is from yesterday's armored truck robbery.
Serial numbers will prove it.
So do you want to tell us what you know
- about the crew who did it? - I want my attorney.
Amber Frost. Number's in my phone.
Wait, isn't that the woman...
She did adult films to pay for her law degree.
She used to run those wild commercials
- on late-night TV. (SCOFFS) - (PHONE RINGING)
Now, should be one hell of a defense she puts on.
Yeah?
This is Hondo.
What?
WOMAN: You came up as his handler when we put his info in the computer.
We haven't informed the family yet.
This him?
Yeah.
Yeah, that's Craig.
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(CRYING SOFTLY): I was supposed to leave for class at 12:30,
and he wasn't here to take care of Grandma.
Not answering his phone.
I knew something happened.
Oh. I f-forgot
to get you your blueberry pie.
Ma'am?
I'll be back in a jiffy.
Lana, sweetheart, you want a piece?
- No, Grandma. - No?
Dementia.
(VOICE BREAKING): She has no idea
you just told her that her son is dead.
That must be hard.
It's gonna be even harder trying to take care of her alone.
Lana, I knew your dad.
Finding whoever did this is a top priority for me.
Are you the one he did CI work for?
Yeah.
I knew he was a CI,
and I know you didn't pay him crap
for sticking out his neck for you.
Your father helped us make some good arrests.
I'm sorry the city couldn't pay him more.
We don't have the resources the FBI does,
and I never asked him to put himself in any danger.
No. You just dangled the cash in front of him
and then took whatever information he gave you.
Lana, nothing I say is gonna make this feel better.
But anything you can tell us
about where he was this morning could help us.
You want to know where my dad was this morning?
A casino. Gambling away money
I'm going to need to take care of Grandma.
He wasn't even a gambler,
unless that's something you got him into.
GRANDMA: This is terrible.
I-I spilled all the blueberries.
Can we do this another time?
Of course.
Okay. Grandma.
- Let's take a look. Okay? - Oh.
Lana's right.
Craig wasn't a gambler.
So this casino trip
might have something to do with the Pit Crew.
It could be they killed him because he got too close.
We follow his footsteps. We see where that takes us.
All right.
DALE: I'm only talking to you
to clear my name of this whole Craig thing.
I ain't no murderer.
Right. You just work for them and wash their money.
DALE: People give me dirty money
and I give them back sparkling clean cash,
minus three percent.
I mean, are you gonna blame the cleaning lady
if her employer kills somebody?
You cannot seriously be that stupid.
This is a waste of time.
JESSICA: You want us to stop looking at you?
Point us in another direction.
(SIGHS)
Guy I got the bag from.
Think he's just a gofer or something,
not part of the actual crew.
- And why is that? - Uh, this fool was rocking
a-a fake Rolex and a rattlesnake jacket.
This crew's knocked over
how many trucks without getting grabbed?
They got to be low-key.
Ain't no way one of them's dressing flashy like that.
I'll fill in Hondo.
Thanks.
I'll ask around for people fitting the description
Dale gave us, but it's not much.
You'll check with your people?
Of course.
What was that description again?
Male, white, 40 to 45.
- Six foot, goatee. - Right, right, right.
- Alligator boots. - Rattlesnake jacket.
Right.
Guess it's coffee o'clock, huh?
HONDO: I got it. Thanks, Deac.
Anything?
I haven't seen him talk to anyone.
Maybe his daughter's right.
He just came here to throw money away.
HONDO: He's not talking to anybody,
but he's sure as hell looking at someone.
Can you pull up that other table, please?
Mm-hmm.
HONDO: There.
Dale said the guy he dealt with was wearing a rattlesnake jacket.
- Too much to be a coincidence. - That's Machine.
He's a regular.
- "Machine"? - Mm-hmm.
Any chance you know Machine's real name?
I'd have to look it up, but like I said, he's in here all the time.
In fact, he's probably here right now.
MACHINE: Honey, honey, listen to me.
I'll be home when I'm home.
All right? Uh-huh.
Baby, baby, come on.
HONDO: Machine.
We need to have a word with you.
Sure, bud.
As soon as I'm off the phone.
Well, you crazy, you know that?
I ain't seen Marcy in, like, I don't know, a year.
- What the...?! - Excuse me, ma'am.
- Oh. - Is Marcy blonde with a nose ring?
Because she's right here with him now.
She looks a little too young for him, though, if you ask me.
(LAUGHS) - Hello?
Think she hung up.
(LAUGHS) - The hell you laughing at?
There's a guy wearing the same type of jacket as you
doing business with very bad people.
A lot of guys are rocking rattlesnake these days.
What can I tell you? It's become a thing.
Yeah, you're reading the wrong fashion blogs, Machine.
Haven't heard anything you can arrest me on yet, so...
- (SNAPS FINGERS) - Let's go, sweetheart.
Marcy, how old are you?
Nineteen.
- (CLUCKS TONGUE) - (SNIFFS) Damn.
When did they start serving screwdrivers at drive-thrus?
Go home, Marcy.
(SIGHS)
MACHINE: Come on.
Easy, easy with the family jewels, huh?
All right, all right.
JESSICA: Commander, you have a moment?
I'm on my way to a meeting with the commissioners.
Laying out an implementation plan
for your police reform proposal.
Is there a problem?
I'm worried about Agent DuBois.
She's forgetful, lacks focus,
like she's not all there.
I think it's more than just lack of sleep.
Well, we've been working with Abby for years.
I've never noticed anything before.
But if you think she's off her game,
- then maybe... - It could put our people at risk.
Wow. Well, that's a delicate situation.
Trust your gut.
Even if it means stepping on the FBI's toes?
We worry about our people.
You do what you need to do to protect them.
My thoughts exactly.
Good.
I see you're taking my advice.
Yeah.
Listen, I just want to let you know
that I wasn't trying to big-time you earlier.
I'm glad you're doing this.
It's just... it's a complete boys' club over here.
- So you are gonna help me? - One of the only women here
giving special attention to the only woman at SWAT Academy?
You're saying it wouldn't do me any favors.
They've got to see you as a great cop, not a great woman cop.
That's just the reality.
Max over at 77th says you're a badass.
And if that's true, you just got to show them what you got.
I don't know.
Like you said, it's a boys' club, especially at the top.
The fact that you've gotten as far as you have,
it might feel like they've already done their good deed.
I am ready to work my ass off.
Can you be 100% positive that I'm gonna get a fair shake?
(SIGHS) Honestly...
I don't know.
I'm willing to find out, though.
Must be a real good show in there.
Hmm. Forgot what I came here for.
Well, let's just say it was water and save some electricity, huh?
Ah, Deac.
I just keep wondering what I could've done different for Craig.
- Your CI. - Yeah.
How long did you know him?
All the way back to my patrol days.
I answered a robbery call at one of his check-cashing spots.
(CHUCKLES) It's crazy 'cause even though they cleaned him out
and he had no insurance to cover it,
all he did was sit there and rattle off, like, a dozen jokes.
He just, he had me rolling on the floor. (LAUGHS)
He was a funny dude, man.
And not in a mean way, you know, unlike some people.
When I finished my report, he just kept apologizing
for all the paperwork I was gonna have to go through
on account of him getting ripped off.
We're gonna get the guys that did this.
(QUIETLY): Yeah.
(CHUCKLES) Craig was awesome, man.
He was always just scraping by.
He paid his rent on the last day before he was gonna get evicted
and I was like, "Man, how the hell are you pulling this off?"
And he would just look at me and laugh.
He'd say, "Hondo, I was born lucky"
"and I'm gonna die lucky." (LAUGHS)
There's nothing lucky about what happened to him today.
We'll get 'em.
Our prisoner's name's Machine?
That's what he calls himself.
Well, Machine is ready to talk.
Guys, guys, let's put the cards on the table, okay?
You got nothing.
You want to hold me for 24 hours?
I'm cool with that.
I could use the free meals.
Plus, if I'm gonna be honest,
I've been on a bit of a losing streak lately,
so you're gonna save me money.
How's this for a card on the table?
Thought you said you didn't know Craig Rosengarden?
Come on. Some idiot follows me
into the parking lot doesn't mean I know him.
That idiot was a friend of mine.
Now, you either killed him or you had him set up to be killed.
JESSICA: You saw Craig watching you in the casino
and you assumed it had to do with the robberies.
So you called your contact and let him know.
DUBOIS: Craig follows you out.
You lead him into an ambush.
HONDO: We know you're just an errand boy, Machine.
We got you on video gambling at the casino
when the robberies took place,
but somebody will pay for killing my friend.
Do you really want that somebody to be you?
Hypothetical, okay?
Guy called me a couple months ago,
said he heard good things.
I mean, I got a rep, right?
Cut to the punch line.
He said he needed me to take
a bunch of money to this guy, Dale,
and-and switch it out for clean money. That's it.
- And this guy's name was? - I don't want to know
these guys' names. Th-These are serious types.
I'm a serious type, too.
And I'm telling you everything I know.
He changes burners every day.
He said that if I crossed him, he'd find me and he'd kill me.
And he said it like he-he wouldn't mind much, either.
Keep in mind, this is all hypothetical.
Nothing admissible, okay?
Sounds like this crew has you pretty spooked.
These guys have taken professionalism
to a whole new level, let me tell ya.
You know, from what I hear,
they stake out those trucks for months.
They know exactly where
each one of them is gonna be every minute.
I'll be back.
Hey.
You got something?
I might.
(SIGHS)
What's the matter?
- I can't get hold of Machine. - The runner?
- You have a backup, I assume? - I have a backup.
But what if he got scooped up?
Now, why would he get scooped up?
That snitch said there's a task force now, remember?
You didn't have to kill the snitch.
We didn't have enough time to plan it right.
- Do we have our money? - What?
Our money. Do we have it?
- Yeah. - Yeah? So why do you care if the runner
gets himself arrested? You guys getting married?
- Maybe he talks. - Talks
and tells the cops what?
Knows your name? Knows what you look like?
- No. - No.
The guy picked up a bag from a location with no cameras
and dropped off that bag to a different location
with no cameras. Paden,
any chance cameras caught you dropping off that bag?
- None. - He could tell 'em about
the payday loan place.
Geez. Cobb, what's the payday loan guy got on us?
Phone I used to set up the deal has been dead for a month.
Unless Devin forgot to junk it.
- I junked it. - All right.
So follow the rules tomorrow
and we are good.
You just make sure that runner you get for us
in Portland's more reliable than this Machine guy.
I don't want to have this same conversation next month.
What's up?
What Machine said about the Pit Crew knowing
where the trucks are the whole time made me think.
So I looked at videos from yesterday's robbery.
DUBOIS: I have looked
at surveillance of all the robberies.
I can't imagine there's anything more to find.
Well, maybe yes, maybe no.
JESSICA: Look how they spread out,
and take their positions a full minute
before the armored truck is in sight.
Which would make sense
if the truck arrived at the same time every day,
but yesterday, it was almost a half-hour late.
Somehow, they knew exactly when it would get there.
There has to be an inside man.
DUBOIS: We've been over this.
Every Perennial employee, from the dispatch
to the driver, has been vetted by the FBI.
So they're putting the tracking devices on the trucks, then.
All trucks are checked top and bottom every day,
same with the trucks in Texas and Arizona.
What about inside the trucks?
You mean in the back, with the money?
I mean in the engine.
You vetted the Perennial employees,
but I'm willing to bet that they outsource
their truck maintenance.
- They might. - I'll check on it.
Could be that's where we find our inside man.
Good thinking.
Thanks.
Hondo. She's here.
We'll keep you updated.
(DOOR OPENS)
Lana.
Thank you for coming in.
I know you have a lot on your plate.
The detectives were at my house for an hour.
I don't know what else you want from me.
I want you to sign this form.
FBI?
What is this?
That's the last thing that your father asked of me.
Like you said, the LAPD can't pay our Cis much,
but the FBI can.
Your father was just trying to make some extra cash
to help you get through school and take care of your grandmother.
- I can sign for him? - You can sign for yourself.
Because of your tip on the casino.
Lana, your father wasn't gambling.
He was trying to help me get the armored truck robbers
you've been hearing about on the news.
Now, if your tip cracks this case,
you'll get 15 percent of the money we recover.
Just sign right there.
Hey, Hondo, Shirley says
she makes a mean gumbo.
Think we should have a cook-off?
SHIRLEY: Craig should be a judge.
(LAUGHS) He loves to eat.
Aw, come on, now, Shirley. I don't know how fair that is.
Ain't no way he's gonna pick my gumbo over his mama's.
(LAUGHING): Oh...
Okay, let me know.
- Got something? - CHRIS: We found the garage.
Perennial uses to service their trucks.
Street and Luca are on their way over now,
and Deac and I are looking into the employees.
- Perfect. - Um,
something else I-I wanted to ask.
- Of course. - Do you think,
I don't know, in a-in a weird way,
me being on SWAT makes it harder
for other women to make it onto a team?
You mean, are there men at the top who feel
like SWAT hit its quota of women?
Exactly.
I mean, I know that SWAT Academy
is supposed to be objective, but...
But no instructor
is completely objective.
You've experienced that yourself.
I don't want anyone to make SWAT
who I can't trust to watch my back.
But take Erika... Officer Rogers... for instance.
If she is good enough, how can we make sure
she's being judged fairly?
DUBOIS: Captain Cortez,
we need to talk.
Privately.
Thank you, Chris.
Keep me posted.
What is your problem?
You're double-checking my work?
This is my task force.
- Who do you think you are? - I have a cousin,
Mateo, who played Minor League Baseball.
- He almost made it to the majors. - Good for him.
- Is there a point here? - He took a bad angle
on a slide and broke his ribs.
The team doctors gave him oxycodone.
His ribs got better, but he didn't stop taking them.
40 pills a day at one point.
After a while, he couldn't hold a conversation,
much less swing a bat.
You tore your rotator cuff last year during a raid.
That's a painful injury.
I don't like what you're suggesting, Captain.
And I don't like my team taking orders
from someone with impaired judgment.
I know what painkiller addiction looks like.
All those energy drinks, but you can barely keep your eyes open.
You should remove yourself from the task force,
get yourself better.
My eyes are wide open, Captain,
and what I see is a woman flushing her career
down the toilet.
I know that your police reform proposals
haven't won you any popularity contests around here.
Making false accusations against a decorated federal agent
might just be the nail in your coffin.
You and your team want to quit the task force, feel free.
You're the ball here.
I'm the bat.
Don't forget it.
LUCA: Hey, Troy Dungan?
Uh, yeah. What up, Officer?
Hoping you might be able to help us out with something.
We're looking into some recent armored car robberies.
Armored trucks, actually.
You hear anything about the robberies?
No doubt, Officer.
We, uh, we fix Perennial's trucks. You have a question
- about how they work or something? - Yeah, something like that.
Last two that got robbed, we found these tracking devices
hidden in their engines.
STREET: Yeah. Hidden real well, too.
Each one in a different spot, both took over an hour to find.
You know, you really ought to talk to my supervisor, Alex.
- He's the one to... - No, you're the guy I want
to be talking to, Troy.
Okay? Shop's logs show you
as the mechanic working on both those trucks.
You see how this place is laid out?
Everybody had access to those trucks.
Yeah, but not everybody posted pics
with fat stacks of cash
from their trip to Sin City last weekend.
I guess what happens in Vegas
didn't stay in Vegas this time.
That's you, right? Dunganator88?
There's got to be at least 20 grand there. Is that what
they paid you for putting trackers in these trucks?
Okay. Okay, look. What if I didn't know
that they were tracking devices?
Or what if someone threatened me?
Put a gun to my head? They made me?
- What if it was... - Listen, we're not detectives.
We're Metro SWAT.
We knock down doors
and tackle guys carrying AKs.
We do not have the time or the patience
for whatever lie you're trying
- to perfect right now. - We know you put a tracker
in a third truck, so which one is it?
DEACON: The mechanic can't ID
any of the crew?
It was all done over the phone.
Number's dead now. Burner.
The phones are always a dead end with the Pit Crew.
I could have saved you some time there, Captain.
Let's move on to some more fruitful avenues
of investigation, shall we?
The third truck the mechanic put the tracker in, what do we know?
Well, the truck's been in the garage for the past two days,
getting worked on; It's coming out again
tomorrow at 7:00 a.m.
So we know which truck the Pit Crew's gonna hit next,
- we just don't know when. - HONDO: Or where.
And there's 25 stops on its route.
We can't stake out that many locations.
DEACON: And they might take the truck anywhere along the route.
Doesn't have to be at one of the stops.
TAN: So we follow the truck.
Far enough back so the Pit Crew doesn't see us.
DUBOIS: They're called the Pit Crew for a reason, remember?
If you're far enough back to not be seen,
it's all be over by the time you get there.
Okay, but Tan's idea still might be our best bet.
With one modification: We put SWAT officers inside the truck.
- The Pit Crew opens the back... - And instead
of a bag full of money, they get a face full of HKs.
Rest of the team shows up in the follow cars and cleans it up.
I can track the truck from here and coordinate the follow cars.
HONDO: Captain?
It's a good plan.
I'll get Perennial on board.
Hey.
Something's going on with you and DuBois.
That was so icy, I think I might need a sweater.
I know the Pit Crew killed your CI, and he was your friend,
and you want to take them down personally,
but I might have to pull SWAT off the task force.
Pull us off?
Wha... is this about DuBois?
She's showing signs of painkiller abuse.
Her judgment could be compromised.
Okay, damn. That's one serious accusation.
These are high stakes.
I know you're gonna put yourself
in the back of that truck.
With DuBois at the helm,
I'm not gonna put your life in her hands.
'Cause she's not gonna be the only one in the room
making decisions; I trust you, and you know that.
If anything looks off, I'm pulling the plug.
And I'm counting on it.
Hey.
- Hey. - Good morning.
What do you think?
- I like. - Nice.
Hey, um... can I ask you something?
Sure. What's up?
It's about the academy candidates.
Uh, not supposed to talk about that.
It's my first year as an evaluator.
- I don't want it to be my last. - I don't need any inside info.
Just curious how Erika Rogers is looking so far.
She had a solid first few days.
I mean, like, more than solid.
What did the other evaluators say about her?
- Arnett and Drummond? - Yeah.
Not much. I mean,
they made a couple cracks, but nothing she could hear.
- Nothing she could hear? - Yeah, no. They're just kidding around.
Jokes reveal attitudes.
Well, they were... they were making comments
about some of the guys, too, not just her.
Hey, you know if she earns a spot, I'm...
- I'm gonna pass her. - I know you will,
but it's got to be unanimous, right?
Arnett and Drummond are either gonna see her
as a real candidate or as a joke.
Okay, we got to roll.
Better get dressed.
- Let's go. - Yeah.
These are thicker than the vests you normally wear.
- They cover a larger area. - HONDO: We appreciate you doing this.
These guys do their homework.
They see another team of guards in the truck, they're gonna know
- something's going on. - Happy to help.
One of the guards they shot the other day,
Sandino... he's a buddy of ours.
- Is he gonna pull through? - Still in the ICU.
First thing he's gonna hear when he wakes up is me...
us telling him how we helped bust these asswipes.
All you got to do is drive the truck.
You stick to protocol, and you stay in the cab.
Luca's gonna help Kate with the deliveries.
TAN: We know they're gonna use an EMP,
but we're using shielded radios, so we'll be in constant contact
with the follow cars and our HQ.
HONDO: Captain Cortez, Agent DuBois, you getting us?
Loud and clear, Hondo.
We have you, Sergeant.
Let's keep the chatter to a minimum.
- Understood. - We're ready with the follow cars.
All right, 6:55. Let's mount up.
Do you remember Officer Rogers from the new class?
Oh. You mean the Officer Rogers you publicly shamed?
Okay, you're exaggerating.
I was getting serious Scarlet Letter vibes.
What? I don't read books?
Okay, do you remember she wanted help
with her non-dominant hand marksmanship?
Oh, yeah, right before you told her
to get her shine box and pound pavement?
- Yes, I remember. - Do you think you can help her out?
- What? And you can't do it because...? - How's it gonna look?
Me giving special attention
to the only woman in SWAT Academy?
- Come on. No one cares. - You don't care.
That's why you have to help change things,
because the guys at the top... they're gonna look
at the two of us together, and they're gonna
- start making Charlie's Angels jokes. - Right.
And they're not gonna take her seriously.
Hell, this crew probably picked this truck
because one of the guards is a woman.
Figured it'd be easier.
Screw all these guys and their old-school BS.
Sure, I'll help her.
Ready to roll?
Good to go.
All right, listen up.
It could be a long day, people, so cozy up.
Let's show this Pit Crew they ain't all that.
LUCA (OVER COMM): Coming up to our next stop, Hondo.
DEACON: Follow cars hanging back,
keeping a quarter-mile distance.
Luca, how's it looking?
We got nothing out of the ordinary.
"Nothing out of the ordinary" is the Pit Crew's MO.
They could get them on the way back to the truck.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
Okay, all good.
Okay, on the move.
Six down.
19 to go.
Detour heading south on Balboa.
Wait, wait, wait.
- What? - What's going on?
There shouldn't be a detour there.
This is them. Agent DuBois...
They're gonna take them at the... Van Nuys Airport.
All follow cars move to intercept.
Take Hyperion. No, Lindley south.
- We're going south on Lindley. - You're sending them
right into the road closures.
There are no road closures.
The Pit Crew set them there.
A couple of guys in orange vests come out,
they put up a sign and nobody questions it.
I have seen it before.
(TIRES SCREECH)
(HORNS HONKING) - Go ahead. Hold it right there.
- Eagle's Nest, we're stuck. - What?
Looks like that detour's a hundred percent real.
This is not today's schedule.
You're looking at the wrong day.
Eagle's Nest, do we wait for follow cars to catch up?
HONDO: Remember, that Pit Crew has a tracker on that truck.
If we make any unusual stops it'll tip them off.
LUCA (OVER COMM): Next stop is in sight.
What do you want us to do?
I'm not...
Luca, this is Captain Cortez. Proceed to the stop.
- I am giving the orders here, Captain. - We don't have time for this.
As of this moment, I'm taking command of the operation.
Now either help or stay out of my way.
My God.
Current traffic maps on every screen.
- And get the airship on the comm. - MAN: Yes, ma'am.
Let's get them out of that traffic.
(LOW CHATTER)
Lot of foot traffic but it looks clear.
All right. Roger that. Captain.
Any luck getting our backup out of that gridlock?
JESSICA: Sending a new route
to follow car GPS units right now.
DEACON: All right, we got it.
We're crawling but we should be out of this mess
in a minute or so.
Going in now.
Okay, we got a transient paying a little too much attention
to Kate.
Yep. He's packing.
JESSICA: They won't make their move
until you open the back of the truck again.
Luca, can you identify any of the others?
(LOW CHATTER)
The fruit vendor.
And maybe the guy pushing the carts in the lot.
Yeah, I think I see the getaway car.
Do you want us to take them out now,
and you keep Kate safe in that store?
That's only three out of four members.
If we don't wait, the fourth could get away.
Or ambush someone.
Engine stopped. That's the EMP.
LUCA: Here comes Kate and backup's still not here.
Hey, Kate.
- LUCA: Joey's getting out of the cab. - He's what?
LUCA: Joey, get back in the truck.
Joey, get back in the truck! Joe!
(CROWD SCREAMING)
Hey.
Hey, you be cool. Be cool, man.
- Or I will kill him. - All right. All right.
We're coming out. No, they got Joey.
- Be cool. - Luca, talk to me.
If we jump out of here,
can we get a bead on those guys without getting Joey killed?
Negative. They're getting in the truck.
Radios up one channel... there's a radio in the cab.
HONDO: Captain, the only leg we have up on these guys right now
is they don't know we're back here.
(JOEY GRUNTS)
- Can you get to them from there? - We're gonna have to.
Once that EMP wears off and they start driving,
they're not gonna keep Joey alive for long.
Deacon, what's your status?
(TIRES SCREECHING)
ETA in three minutes.
Make that two minutes.
Even if they get here in time, those windows are bulletproof.
We've got to get them out somehow.
That big guy had to be a cop. Check your side mirror.
- You see any more coming? - No.
Keep trying the engine. Come on.
Less than a minute before the EMP wears off.
Look. Look, I got kids. I got...
(MUFFLED TALKING)
Captain, I've got an idea.
All right, I'm up.
I'm in position.
Once they step out I got 'em.
- Work your magic, Tan. - I'm on it.
JESSICA: If the engine starts, get back in the truck.
No. We're gonna have this handled before I have to worry
- about that, right Tan? - Almost got it.
Ugh, come on.
(ENGINE STARTS)
Good. Go to the mall. We'll get a car in the parking garage.
- Hondo? - Tan, stick to the plan.
I'll figure something out.
(TIRES SQUEALING, CAR HORN HONKING)
JESSICA: Deacon, they're eastbound on Sherman Way.
Intercept and stop it.
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
(TIRES SCREECH, HORN BLARES)
- Stop that truck now. - Hold on tight, boss.
(GRUNTING)
(TIRES SQUEALING)
(GRUNTS)
Get out of the cab!
What do we do?
CHRIS: Out of the cab! - (PANTING)
- Get out of the cab now! - Out of the cab now!
You were right, D.
I'm gonna kill the guard.
- JOEY: No, man. - EMMITT: You just tell them it was me.
- Come on, man. - Everything was me.
Everything... the plans, the trucks,
the EMP, the weapons, everything, D.
You tell them it was me, all right?
Tell them it was me, baby brother.
- CHRIS: Put your gun down! - STREET: On the ground!
HONDO: Do it now, Tan!
Do it now!
CHRIS: Out of the cab!
Get out of the cab!
(EMMITT WHIMPERS)
- CHRIS: Get out of the cab! - (COUGHS)
(COUGHING)
STREET: Out of the cab now!
- STREET: Drop your weapon! - (OVERLAPPING SHOUTING)
DEACON: Get on the ground now! Face down!
- Face down! - CHRIS: Face down! Put your gun down!
HONDO: Drop the gun!
I'll kill him!
HONDO: I said drop the gun!
Drop the gun, let me see your hands. Do it!
(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)
Drop it!
- Go hands on. - Go hands on.
Get out here!
- Chris, checking the cab. - CHRIS: Move!
(EMMITT COUGHING)
DUBOIS: Captain Cortez's actions today
were incredibly unprofessional,
and there will be consequences if she spreads
any unfounded rumors about me.
I already filed my report with your office.
- You what? - And when they drug test you,
and it comes back positive, I hope you're right.
I hope there are consequences.
I know people who have beaten this.
You can, too.
But it's gonna take an honest look in the mirror.
(SCOFFS)
Well, there goes the bat.
I'm gonna be on the phone with the FBI
all day tomorrow, aren't I?
Better than letting her put officers
in the next city at risk.
(GRUNTS)
Hey. Congrats on busting those guys.
Thanks. I just wish I could've been
the one surfing on top of that truck.
- Yeah. - What you said earlier...
you might be right. You might be good enough
and still not make it.
It's no surprise. Thanks for your honesty.
Which means you have to be the best in your class.
We can't give them any excuse to pass you over.
So, what? You changed your mind about helping me?
No. The less they see of you and me together, the better.
You know Jim Street, right?
Dimples? Isn't as funny as he thinks?
(LAUGHING): You should tell him that. Let me know his reaction.
He'll be at the range tomorrow morning
if you still want tips on shooting with that left hand.
I'll be there. Thank you.
Thank me when you make it.
I can use the company.
(GRUNTS)
Now, it depends on how much the Feds recover,
but you could easily get over a hundred grand.
(LAUGHING): My God. Thank you.
I know it doesn't bring your dad back.
And it doesn't ease the pain.
But it's something.
I wanted you to know right away.
Good night.
Hondo.
Until your partner called you that today at the station,
I didn't know who you were.
What do you mean?
I thought you were just some Sergeant Daniel Harrelson
who came here to tell me my dad died.
I didn't know you were Hondo,
the guy my dad talked about all the time.
Dad was, uh...
He didn't have many friends.
You were important to him.
And so were you.
You be good.
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