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(upbeat music)

*

(horn honks)

*

Morning!

Didn't get any sleep
last night.

I was so nervous
about being late.

You are late.

Yeah, by three minutes.

A job like this,
you're on time or you're dead.

Sorry.

I've never worked
in a team before.

Do you have any advice,
you know, for a rookie?

Talk less.

SINGER:
* I'm from L dot A dot

* Californ-I-A hot

* Days got shade

* Let me take you
round the way *

* Lot of out-of-towners
can't handle this city *

* Where you wear
the wrong color *

* And it can get tricky

* But that was '86
and things done changed *

* We a lot more evolved
with the way that we bang *

* Not the rips and the dawgs,
man, the smog might kill you *

* But you ain't gotta worry

* If you staying north
of Wilshire *

* I'm from L.A.,
Southern California *

* Fool, the West Coast
where everybody is somebody *

* And the game is fame,
do everything with a bang *

* And everybody wanna know
what set you claim *

* I'm from L.A.,
Southern California *

* Fool, the West Coast
where everybody is somebody *

* And the game is fame,
do everything with a bang *

* And everybody wanna know
what set you claim *

* The land where the six fos
hop up and get low *

* Your favorite rapper
getting jacked *

* For more
than their sick flows *

Right on time.

You guys weren't!

SINGER: * But you gotta see
once, L.A. *

(dramatic music)

*

Set it to channel nine.

Administrator level key cards.

Give us access to every door
in the call center.

Once we take dispatch,
clock starts.

60 minutes in and out.
Be ready for my call.

Think you can stick
to that schedule?

Three minutes, guys.
Come on, get over it.

Let's go.

*

(distant sirens)

*

GREG: Morning.

Here for our sit-along.

(lock beeps)

Have fun up there.

Thanks.

We will.

First stop, second floor.
Server room.

(elevator dings)

*

(lock beeps)

*

Terry Flores?

Can I help you guys?

*

(elevator dings)

Morning, officers.

How'd you know we were here?

Well, this is my secret weapon.

I can see everything with this.

I thought there were
five of you.

They had to make a pit stop.

You gotta show me
how this thing works.

(laughing)
Okay.

*

Morning, Jake.

Morning.

*

Good.
Come on.

Take down the system.

Messaging, CAD, all of it.

Hard reboot.

That's gonna raise
a lot of red flags.

-Dispatch'll go blind for--
-Seven minutes.

Say it's temporary maintenance.

Happens all the time.

*

(computer beeping)

*

So how'd it go last night?
I need details.

Well, there was a pelvic splint
involved.

Kinky.

Seems like there's a big
police presence today.

-What's up?
-Scheduled sit-alongs.

It's on the calendar,
not that you ever read it.

Well, I don't have to.
I have you.

(phone rings)

Security.

TERRY: Hey, it's Terry Flores.

I'm locked out
of the server room.

Second floor.

Can you come up here?

Now?

*

(phone buzzing)

*

Hi.
I'm just clocking in.

Were there any problems

getting out of the hotel
this morning?

-100% comped as promised.
-MADDIE: Perfect.

Just like everything else
last night.

*

Terry?

*

You up here?

(tense music building)

JAKE: What the--

(both grunting)

*

-Morning, Maddie.
-Morning.

Okay, so this conversation is
officially not safe for work.

-I really should go.
-CHIMNEY: Okay.

I'm gonna have you
do a sit-along with Maddie.

Maddie, this is Officer Brown.

Hi, handsome.

See any good movies lately?

*

Stay calm.

End the call.

-CHIMNEY: Maddie?
-Carefully.

CHIMNEY: Hello, Maddie?
Are you there?

Did I lose you?

I love you, Howie.

*

-(phone buttons beep)
-(siren whirs)

Ladies and gentlemen.

-(crowd gasping)
-WOMAN: Oh, my God, oh, my God.

Get up.
Get up!

GREG: We are taking control
of this facility.

Do not move

or you will be shot.

You are now our hostages.

Get up, everybody!
Get up, up, up, up, up, up.

Up, move.
We need you up.

*

ELLIS: All right,
grab his uniform.

I got the tech.

(gunshot)

Up the stairs.

GREG: Let's go.
Hurry.

-Let's go, let's go, let's go.
-(panicked chatter)

GREG: Quickly,
move, move, move.

Hurry, quickly, quickly.

Cell phones, key cards,
wallets, smart watches,

whatever's in your pocket
goes in the can.

My EpiPen.

I'm allergic to bees.

Bees are the least of your
troubles today, sweetheart.

*

(Terry grunts)

*

I don't know what you want,

but someone's going to notice
when 9-1-1 stops answering.

ELLIS: You had a system crash.

Valley Division is picking up
the slack right now,

but your servers are rebooting.

Should be back in two minutes.

*

We've got Dispatch.

(radio static)

I've got the lobby.

Don't you worry, folks.

We're gonna get you
back to work.

But under our supervision.

We will be monitoring all calls
that come in

and approving all resources
that you send out.

Call volume's low
this early in the morning,

so we don't need all of you.

You.
Step forward.

Two of you, step forward.

Everybody else, you're on deck
where you will wait in silence

until we rotate you through.

-Let's go!
-FOSTER: Move!

GREG: Now, people, move!
It's not so hard.

Let's go!

-(barking orders)
-(panicked chatter)

-FOSTER: Move! Come on!
-MAN: Keep your mouth shut.

MAN: Come here, shut up.

On the ground.
On the ground!

GREG: One hour.

Then we're out of here.

So I don't care
if you need a bathroom break

or a bottle of water.

You will stay
where we can see you.

If anyone tries
anything at all--

You'll shoot us.

No.

*

We'll shoot the person
next to you.

You guys like saving lives,
right?

Why don't you start
with your own?

*

(phones ringing)

How did you know?

You dropped the mug

before they pulled
the guns out.

I recognized him.

Greg, or whatever his name is.

My date from hell.

He's the one that attacked you?

They targeted you
because you work here.

This is all my fault.

If I'd told the police--

No, this is not your fault.

-No matter what the plan--
-Maddie.

You only do something like this

so you can do something worse.

We have to warn someone.

I already did.

I just hope
he gets the message.

(tense music)

Okay, she said
that she loves you.

That's weird, right?

Is that weird?

(sighs)

Come on, Maddie.
Answer.

(laughs)

You know, all right.

*

MADDIE: You've reached
Maddie's phone.

Leave a message.

(dramatic music)

You're being paranoid.
She's fine.

(sighs)

Come on.
Don't be that guy.

Don't do it, Chimney.
Don't do it.

Come on, man!

Oh, my God.

(groans)

(line ringing)

MESSAGE: Sorry.

We're experiencing a high
call volume at the moment.

Please--

It's 8:00 in the morning.

-All right, you know what?
-(phone rings)

Yep.
Go for Buck.

How come 9-1-1 doesn't respond
when I call?

Uh, is that
some kind of riddle?

Like "who watches
the Watchmen?"

Neither of those things
are riddles.

Okay, I just tried
calling 9-1-1

and I got the high call volume
message.

I miss, like, an earthquake
or something?

Nope, pretty chill morning.

Wait, why are you calling
9-1-1?

Is everything okay?

(sighs)

Your sister said
that she loved me.

Yeah.

Wasn't that the whole point

in that big date you had
last night?

You declare your love
and she declares hers?

Yeah, I know, okay,
but she didn't, all right?

At least not last night.

Look, she made this big deal

saying that she couldn't say
those words,

and then this morning,

she blurts them out
and hangs up on me.

It's still not quite sounding
like an emergency.

Because I sound insane.

She's at the call center.
What could happen there, right?

You know what?
Forget it.

(sighs)

*

DISPATCHER: 9-1-1.
What's your emergency?

DISPATCHERS: 9-1-1.
What's your emergency?

-Where are you calling from?
-CALLER: Downtown.

The corner of 9th
and Los Angeles Street.

Multiple vehicle collision,
9th and Los Angeles Street.

Can you move the vehicles
out of the intersection?

CALLER: I guess, but are you
gonna send someone?

Absolutely.
Help is on the way.

Can I roll police
and medical RA?

No.
No one goes into that area.

Call it a no-fly zone.

Time to rotate.

FOSTER: Get up.

Sit down.
Sit down.

You, come with me.
Let's go.

-FOSTER: Come on.
-Wait. Just wait.

(dramatic music)

(whispering)
Downtown.

They don't want anyone
downtown.

*

MAY: And Dad?
He's okay?

Yeah, Bobby says
he's doing good.

They're on their way back
from the campsite now.

Baby, I gotta go.

Love you.

(siren wails)

(indistinct arguing)

(upbeat music)

MAN: It was yellow!

It was reckless, jackass!

Okay, folks.
Settle down.

Why don't you each
go to your own car

and let me sort this out.

We were in the same car.

That's my husband.

Okay.

Anybody call 9-1-1?

Isn't that why you're here?

727L30, they're requesting you
at 19124 Sunset.

Assault and battery
in progress.

Copy.

Dispatch, at 9th
and Los Angeles.

-Non-injury car accident.
-ELLIS: Yes.

Units are already en route
to that location.

Please proceed to assault
and battery in progress.

Copy that.

Okay,
officers are on their way.

Try not to kill each other
before they get here.

727L30 en route.

*

And there she goes.

(siren wails)

ELLIS: Tiffany,
you're clear for deliver.

*

(box whirring)

*

(high-pitched whine)

Package has been delivered.

*

(alarm blaring)

(tablet beeping)

Huh.
Automated alert.

Security alarm.
We usually send officers.

Security alarm.
First and Grand.

-Should we send someone?
-No, it's handled.

Time to rotate.
You two, up.

*

Rover team.

Go fetch.

(dramatic music)

(siren wailing)

*

You mean to tell me
it took four of you

to subdue a two person brawl
and then you called for me?

WILLIAMS: We didn't call you.

Still trying to figure out
who called us.

Jackson already had the fight
handled when we rolled up.

Maybe Dispatch had a late night
last night?

I guess so.

Dispatch, is there a reason

you sent four officers
to break up a fight?

Five now, including me.

ELLIS: Sorry, Sergeant,
we're having

some technical difficulties
this morning.

Apologies for the mix-up.

Hey,

is that incident downtown
taken care of?

Affirmative.
Everything's clear there.

HUGHES: I don't know why

the alarm company requested
a hard confirm.

Our cameras went down
for about a minute.

Some kind of power surge.

But we told 'em
everything was fine.

Probably just covering
their you-know-what.

Can't get through to the admin
at Dispatch.

Hey, we need verification

before we let you do
a walkthrough.

*

All lines are busy right now.

Put down the phone.

*

Took down the cameras.
Alarms are on bypass.

Guess we're all set then.

(whistles)

Tiffany!

Time to go shopping.

See you soon.

CALLER: They put green onions
in my omelet.

That's not an emergency, ma'am.

CALLER: I explicitly
told them I was allergic.

That's attempted murder.

Are you having
an allergic reaction?

CALLER: I'm not actually
allergic,

but they didn't know that!

(laughs)

You can't tie up our lines

because someone made
the wrong breakfast order.

CALLER: Of course I can.

My tax dollars pay
your salary.

You still feel like
you're making a difference?

I bet this woman
really thinks you're...

God, what is the word?

I'll never be rich,
but I'll be...

BOTH: Worthwhile.

(grunting)

Ma'am, it is a crime to make
a false report to 9-1-1.

I could have you arrested.

CALLER: What?

You're gonna send the police?

Yes.
I am.

I'm sending someone now.

You might not wanna be there
when they arrive.

You feel better, big guy?

I do.

Good.

Let's rotate you out.

*

GREG: You two.
With me.

Let's go.

-Move!
-(both grunt)

*

JAMAL: Why do they keep
moving us around like this?

To disorient us.

So we can't make a plan.

(whimpering softly)

Hey.

Are you okay?

I don't wanna die in here.

No one is gonna die.

Jake's dead.

They shot him.

*

We have to get a message out.

JOSH: I did.

A woman called
about onions in an omelet.

I dispatched an officer.

To the restaurant?

Not exactly.

Buck, do not try
and talk me out of this.

I need to go down there
for myself

and make sure that she's okay.

Yeah, no, she--

she didn't pick up
when I called her either.

I tried calling Josh

and it went straight
to voicemail.

-Now I'm definitely going.
-(knocking)

BUCK: What if something
is wrong?

Maybe we should call
the police.

*

I think someone already did.

I know, Captain.

CAD's been glitching
all morning.

What is she saying now?

She's making her case.

Yeah, I'll wait to hear
from you.

Now she's folding
like a cheap suit.

All right, let me talk
to Athena.

Captain needs to make
some calls.

As evidence goes,

an "I love you"
is less than convincing.

But they sent you down
to my apartment

for an assault
with a deadly onion.

That feels more convincing.

Well, she's gonna talk
to Operations,

see if they can get eyes
in the building,

see if anything's wrong.

BUCK: No, no, no.
We can't just send in SWAT.

If there is someone
inside the call center

doing something,

they'll know we're onto them.

(dramatic music)

Let's go for a drive.

Talk to you later, Buck.

No, no, Chimney!

Chimney, don't hang up!

*

Elvis Presley's
"A Little Less Conversation")

*

SINGER: * A little less
conversation *

* A little more action
please *

* All this aggravation
ain't satisfactioning me *

* A little more bite
and a little less bark *

* A little less fight
and a little more spark *

* Close your mouth
and open up your heart *

* And baby, satisfy me

* Satisfy me, baby

* A little more bite
and a little less bark *

* A little less fight
and a little more spark *

* Close your mouth
and open up your heart *

* And baby, satisfy me

* Satisfy me, baby

* Come on, baby,
I'm tired of talking *

Girl Blue?

Yeah, and Cider Falls.

Rover team.
Status update.

We've got four so far.

That's less than a third
of the list.

We're moving as fast as we can.

It's taking longer
than we thought

to get it out of the frame.

So leave them
in the damn frames.

There's GPS trackers
in the frames.

Pick up the damn pace.

SINGER: * A little less
conversation *

* A little more action
please *

* All this aggravation
ain't satisfactioning me *

(dramatic music)

*

You're quiet.

Should I be worried?

No.

I mean, I'm still freaked out

but at least now
I got a partner in this.

We are not partners.

You're here
so I can keep an eye on you,

make sure you don't
do anything foolish.

(engine revving)

ATHENA: Is that
who I think it is?

(siren wailing)

(sighs)

Okay, now don't be mad.

-(grunts)
-CHIMNEY: Hey, Buck.

Hey, Chim.

You two tell anyone else
what's happening

at the call center?

Good, because I'm running out
of room in here.

*

Hey.
We've got a problem.

Yeah,
we're way behind schedule.

A new problem.
Look.

Police cruiser.

What?
Pulling in here?

*

CHIMNEY: Okay, we're here.
Now what?

Well, if everything's normal,

I'll be able to walk
in that front door

and go inside.

Take a look around and see

if everyone forgot to charge
their damn cell phone.

And if it's not normal?

I guess we'll find out.

*

OLIVER: Hey, guys.
Cop approaching.

What do you want me to do?

GREG: How many?

OLIVER: Looks like
she's alone.

What the hell
is she doing here?

Officers routinely come here

for pursuit recordings,
call recordings--

GREG: Shut up!

OLIVER: She's coming in.

What do you want me to do?

*

-Morning.
-Morning.

I'm here to follow up
on a call.

Mind if I go up?

Yeah, sure.

GREG: She's coming up?
That's not good.

Shoot her.

What?

Are you serious?

Did you say something?

Nah, just--world's gone crazy.

(laughs)
Don't I know it?

You wanna kill a cop?
I didn't sign up for that.

Yeah, none of us did.
That's not your call to make.

I don't work for you.

-Shoot her now.
-GREG: No.

*

(indistinct arguing on radio)

No, wait!
Wait.

I can get rid of her.

Whatever you're gonna do,
do it.

Go.

(elevator dings)

(safety clicks)

SUE: 727L30,

we've got a report
of a code 77

at Eagle Rock Lanes.

*

Guess I'll have
to follow up later.

I hope your day's quiet.

Yeah, you too.

*

OLIVER: She's headed back
to her car.

We're clear.

*

Good job.

I just don't wanna see
anybody shot.

No one is getting shot

unless I authorize it.

Told you not to bring him.

What's a code 77 anyway?

SUE: Urinating in public.

Or indecent exposure.

It's been a while
since I worked the radio.

ATHENA: I'm sure, Captain.

They knew I was downstairs.

Yeah, they're using the CAD
to monitor our locations.

That was Sue Blevins
on the radio

giving me the code 77.

Who's ever running this,

they're doing it from inside
the dispatch center.

What's a code 77?

Ambush.

Proceed with caution.

*

There has to be a way

to communicate
with our people inside.

Well, if they're tracking
our vehicles,

you gotta assume they're
monitoring our calls too.

(grunts)

-Screen went blank.
-ATHENA: Okay, good.

We're off the grid.

Hey, hey, hey.

I know you're worried, okay?
I am too.

But Maddie is smart.

She can take care of herself
until help gets there.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Nobody inside that building
knows we're coming for them.

What if they get tired
of waiting?

(engine turns over)

(tense music)

*

LINDA: What happens to us

when it's time
for them to leave?

I mean, if they killed Jake--

They're not gonna
wanna leave behind

a room full of witnesses.

The hour's almost up.

We're running out of time.

-Why the touching?
-Take a look!

I don't think
we're the only ones.

Take a look.
What do you see?

-Still don't see anything.
-Yeah, that's my point.

The police car that pulled up
before, it's gone.

I can't find it.

You're being paranoid.
There's nothing to see.

-Come here!
-Okay.

-Come here.
-Just rewind it.

Find out where she was
when she went offline.

This is in real time.

You can't just rewind it
from here.

That's not the way
the system works, you idiot.

She may have disabled her GPS.

I'm an idiot?

If the cop were dead right now,

we wouldn't be worried
about her GPS.

Killing people.

That's your solution
to every problem?

I can think of one problem
it would solve.

ELLIS: Seriously?
You're gonna pull a gun on me?

(grunts)

(all screaming)

GREG: Hey, hey!

Hey!
Enough!

Enough!

Enough!

*

No!

-No!
-JOSH: No, no, no, no, no.

(gunfire)

Hey!

(grunts)

(screams)

Next one goes in your head.

(grunts)

Back to your stations now!

Get back on your stations.

(grunting)

Take this hero downstairs.

See if he can find
your cop car.

ELLIS: Come on.

Get up.
Get up.

-Get up!
-Get this jackass out of here.

(groaning)

Josh.

(coughing and groaning)

*

Tiffany, how are we doing?

(radio static)

Tiffany.

TIFFANY: I need
another 30 minutes.

-Damn it!
-(both whimper)

*

So much for the fire alarm.

I guess we're
out of options now.

I don't know.
You know what?

I could--I could fake
a heart attack.

Then use the defibrillator
on the bad guys.

All of 'em?

Huh?

(siren wailing)

MAYNARD: Construction crews
are closing down streets

between here and Dispatch,

getting ready
for SWAT to move in.

How are we doing with GPS?

ATHENA: Well, we've kept off
the radios.

Calling units individually.

Everyone's been told
how to disable their system

before coming here.

Kay, so what's the plan?

You know, what happens next?

We're still trying to get eyes
into a damn windowless room.

That's it?

We were able to get eyes
on the digital logs.

They share a system
with Valley division.

According to the logs,

five LAPD officers
were scheduled for sit-alongs.

None of the names on the list
checked out.

They're not LAPD.

So five bad guys inside

and no plan
to get our guys out?

No, we got a plan.
We just don't like it.

MORRISEY: Captain Maynard.

Dave Morrisey,
Valley Communications.

Mr. Morrisey,
thanks for coming.

Sergeant Grant.

SWAT commander would like
to talk to you.

He has some questions.

I'm not sure how I can help.

You used to work in there.

You're the closest thing
we've got to eyes inside.

*

So this is really happening.

Sorry I thought you were crazy.

I'm sorry I wasn't.

*

Keep going.
Go.

MADDIE: 9-1-1.
What's your emergency?

Get up.
Move it, come on.

Josh, are you doing okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Ears are just ringing a little.

'Kay.

Ellis should be back by now.

What do you want me to do
about it?

What you're good at.

Nothing.

(screams)

*

So you figured all this out
'cause Sue gave you a code 77?

No.

That was the last piece
of the puzzle.

Calls have been weird all day.

Hey,

you can access their call log
with that, right?

Oh, sure.
What do you wanna look at?

The first piece of the puzzle.

How we doing
with those RA units?

The 122 and the 133
just got here.

There's two more houses
en route.

Captain, who are
all these people on the bus?

Off-duty dispatchers.

Once we take back the building,

somebody has to handle
call response.

Take it back?

You're not gonna negotiate,
see if they surrender first?

They haven't asked for anything
or made any demands.

They don't even want us to know
they control the building.

If we reach out to them,

we're gonna lose the one thing
we've got going for us:

the element of surprise.

We do this right,
we hit 'em fast,

take the building before
they even know we're outside.

And if you don't?

Why do you think we asked
for so many RA units?

*

ELLIS: So now there are no
police cars visible.

I'm telling you, I don't know.

Figure it out!

What's going on here?

That police car's not
the only one that's gone dark.

You think they know we're here?

Could be a system glitch.

Time to cut our losses.

(dramatic music)

Stay here.

GREG: Tiffany.
Tiffany, come in.

Tiffany, what's taking so long?

Excuse me, can I check on Josh?

-I used to be a nurse.
-Good for you.

He might have a concussion
or something.

You can check on him
when we're done.

Which is gonna be when exactly?

You said an hour
and it's been longer than that.

Sit down and shut up.

I'll worry about the time.

So you are worried.

That makes sense, 'cause all
your friends keep disappearing.

Are they even in
the same building?

Let's go.

We can still make it
out of here.

We can go down the back stairs.

I have a car waiting
around the corner.

We split the art up
between the five of us

and we go our separate ways.

I like that part
of the plan.

Wait, you've got a car parked
down the street?

You were always
gonna double-cross Greg.

You weren't?

Didn't I tell you to shut up?

(yelps)

-(gasping)
-Oh, my God, Linda?

-Linda?
-(gasping)

What the hell is wrong
with her?

I don't know!

If we're gonna do this,

you can't just sell
famous works of art on eBay.

You can't sell them
from prison either.

(gasps)

Epi... Pen...

*

She's in anaphylaxis.

She's having
an allergic reaction.

Allergic to what?

I--

Latex.

-Is there latex in your gloves?
-How would I know?

Okay, she's gonna die if
she doesn't get her medication.

Then go!
Go get it!

You hurry up!

*

Damn it.

GREG: Hurry up!

Okay.

*

Oh, my God.

(screams)

God--

*

(wheezes)

(groaning and wheezing)

MAN: Hey!
What's going on?

DISPATCHER: Now!
Get him!

-DISPATCHER: Grab his gun.
-DISPATCHER: Drop him.

Get him now!

Here.

*

Rover crew, change of plan.

Leave the Van Gogh.

Are you sure?

You heard the man.

Leave the Van Gogh.

Wait, there's a Van Gogh?

Tiffany, start the van.
We're coming out hot.

Tiffany.
We're coming out now.

Get the van ready!

LAPD!
Freeze!

(sirens wailing)

On your knees!

*

ATHENA: Put your hands up!

You're under arrest.

Guys, what the hell was that?

-FOSTER: Heist is blown.
-Where are you going?

-Somewhere
where there's hostages!

*

I'm out of here.

Green light.
Green light.

(gunshot)

*

Next one goes in your head.

*

OFFICER: On the ground!
Get on the ground!

OFFICER: Get down!
Get down!

*

Get down.
Let's move.

(breathing heavily)

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

*

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

I'm not getting a pulse.

-What?
-I don't know.

I must have hit a vein
and stopped his heartbeat

or something.

No.

-No!
-No, Josh!

You don't get to die.

MADDIE: Wait.

*

You don't get to die.

*

(grunting)

(sobs)

*

-(can clunking)
-SUE: They're coming in!

Get down!
Get down!

OFFICER: Go, go!

(indistinct shouting)

(sobbing)

OFFICER: Put your hands up!

OFFICER: Get on your knees!
Hands above your head!

OFFICER: Get your hands up now!

I'm not going back.

I'm not going back.
I'm not going back.

-Let me see your hands!
-Get your hands up!

Hands up now!

(gunfire)

*

OFFICER: Step away, sir.

Hands up!
Hands up!

*

Command, this is squad leader.
We've got Dispatch.

*

One, two, three.

I got a pulse.

*

(people chatting anxiously)

*

9-1-1.
What's your emergency?

DISPATCHER: 9-1-1.
What's your emergency?

DISPATCHERS: 9-1-1.
What's your emergency?

(sirens wailing)

*

OFFICER: Ma'am,
please come this way.

Ma'am.

*

CHIMNEY: Maddie!
Maddie, Maddie!

*

(sobbing)

*

I got you.
I got you, Maddie.

I got you.

*

I'm surprised you're not
over there with your sister.

She already has
everything she needs.

*

(laughter)

How did you know

that the museum
was their target?

The car accident.

ELLIS: 727L30,

proceed to assault and battery
in progress.

I knew there had to be
a reason

why they hadn't wanted me
there.

MAN: That's why they took
over the call center.

ATHENA: To dispatch police
away from a crime.

HARRY: That's smart.

ATHENA:
But your mother's smarter.

I checked the dispatch log.

That's when I saw an alarm
had gone off at the museum.

Two blocks away
from the accident scene.

They sent you away
because they wanted to remove

$1/2 billion of art
off the wall.

And they almost got away
with it.

At this time,
I would like to exercise

my Fifth Amendment right
against self-incrimination

and would like to invoke

my Sixth Amendment right
to counsel

provided by the state.

(upbeat music)

Just get me a damn lawyer.

Yeah, not talking
without a lawyer.

-Lawyer.
-Lawyer.

-Lawyer.
-GREG: I don't need a lawyer.

I'm interested
in cutting a deal.

Good.

Start by telling us
about the security guard.

That wasn't me.
That was Tiffany's idea.

*

Wait.

You didn't round her up too?

Who's Tiffany?

(The Zombies'
"She's Not There")

*

SINGER: * Well, no one
told me about her *

Turns out
she was the real mastermind

and Greg was just
the hired hand,

but he didn't know
who had hired him.

When do we meet?

TIFFANY (distorted):
Not until after the drop.

Now, about your team...

MADDIE: They were all men
that Greg knew.

They had worked together
before.

They had even done time
together

after their last job
went wrong.

If everyone knew each other,

how did she get herself
on the team?

That last job, the one
they went to prison for,

the driver had been killed,

which meant they needed
a new one.

And she came highly
recommended by herself.

So Greg walked them all
through the plan.

It was precise, flawless--
everyone was impressed.

The only thing left
was to find someone

to get them inside
the call center.

And that's why
they targeted you.

Not exactly.

Tiffany already had
an inside man.

Jake, the security guard.

He knew our protocols,

could get them
on the visitors list,

he had access
to the entire building.

-(phone dings)
-He was perfect.

BUCK: So what went wrong?

Jake was a little too perfect.

(upbeat music)

JAKE: Tiffany?

You must be Jake.

Sorry I'm late.

It's okay.

I'm just glad that you're here.

I think that people get
a little too hung up

watching the clock anyway.

Don't you?

(laughs)

*

(laughter)

Tiffany fell in love with Jake.

Well, her plan was to use Jake
and let him take the fall

but now she needed
a new fall guy.

Me.

So you don't think

online dating
is a terrible idea?

I think everyone has a match.

You just have to find him.

*

They bought it, babe.
We're in business.

MADDIE: They couldn't steal
Josh's badge

because it would be cancelled

the second
that it was reported stolen.

So they borrowed it,
duplicated it,

and then returned it.

BRANFORD: Officers recovered
your keys and your wallet.

At least they saved me
the hassle

of replacing
all my credit cards and IDs.

-It was go-time.
-Have fun up there.

-Can I help you guys?
-(phone rings)

-Security.
-Can you come up here?

MADDIE: But now
instead of one plan,

there were two.

*

(gunshot)

Sorry.
I'm just trying to sell it.

-Give me the uniform.
-Ladies and gentlemen--

MADDIE: Greg and his guys
took over dispatch,

waited on the alarm call,

diverted all police units
away from downtown--

Go fetch.

MADDIE: And then he sent
his team into the museum.

Once everyone was in position,
Jake was free to sneak out.

And rendezvous with Tiffany.

SINGER: * Well, no one
told me about her *

-* The way she lied
-Oh, come here.

GREG: Tiffany,
how are we doing?

Tiffany.

I'm gonna need
another 30 minutes.

How much you think is in here?

SINGER: * But it's too late
to say you're sorry *

Enough.
Let's go.

SINGER: * She's not there

BUCK: So they took off
with the paintings

and left the others
holding the bag.

LAPD!
Freeze!

Put your hands up!

You're under arrest.

(upbeat music)

Folks sure do have
a lot of luggage.

Yeah, we have a big trip
planned.

MAN: Honeymoon?

Something like that.

*

-We did it.
-Mm-hmm.

We really pulled it off.

Now we're just one train ride
away from a brand new life.

Afraid your trip's
been delayed.

*

By about 5 to 15 years.

Cuff 'em up.

MAY: But how did you know
where to find them?

ATHENA:
Tiffany was smart enough

to remove
all the GPS trackers

from the stolen art
and from the getaway van

but not from her boyfriend's
cell phone.

Jake wasn't so perfect
after all.

So her plan was always
to double-cross the team.

They deserved it.
And worse.

ATHENA: The driver who died
at the last job?

He was her father.

And they left him to die.

-Oh, man.
-HARRY: Wow.

I guess there really is
no honor among thieves.

-(laughter)
-MAY: What?

MICHAEL: That's right.

-Okay.
-(laughter)

SINGER: * I want a

* Sunday kind of love

Uh, what's going on here?
You don't like my clothes?

No, I'm just making room
for some of my things.

I remember offering you
a drawer.

Give a girl an inch...

Takes the whole closet.

(laughs)

So I talked with Athena.

Looks like everyone
wants to make a deal

except for Jake.

He wants to fight it out
in court.

Yeah, he's claiming
diminished capacity.

He was crazy in love.

I know what that's like.

SINGER: * I want a Sunday
kind of love *

I'm really glad
you got my message.

SINGER: * I want a Sunday
kind of love *

I love you too.

-Promise?
-Promise.

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