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There you go, come on.

There you go.

Yeah.

Damn, Cabrera, killing it.

Got some pent-up
aggression there?

What makes you think I need
to be angry to kick some ass?

Oh, he's just used to Street's
little love taps on the bag.

Hey,
did you guys hear?

LAFD beat Park Police
last night, 11 to four.

That means cops
versus smoke eaters

in the championship game
on Tuesday.

- Yeah.
- They're a tough team.

Got a couple big boys who can
hit the crap out of the ball.

Well, good thing
we got Tan on the mound.

Just the crew I was looking for.

Wanted to remind you,
if you haven't already,

to sign up for Tuesday's

SWAT pasta night fundraiser.
Now, I know Hondo's in.

He's bringing
homemade tiramisu.

Hondo's making the dessert.

Is that really
supposed to tempt us?

It's actually Nichelle's recipe,
Powell, so I would choose

your next words
very carefully.

So, everybody's in?

I don't know, Deacon.

Might take a passon that.

Ditto. You know me and gluten.

- Pasta is not my friend.
-Mm.

Pasta night is a SWAT tradition.

It's been going on
for a really long time,

and all the money raised
goes to charity.

Yeah, all right.
Count me in, Deac.

Good. Sign-up sheet's
in the kitchen.

Just so the rest of you know.

What?

I love this.

We haven't done this
in a while.

It's nice to have
a little alone time.

Feels like I haven't seen you
that much lately.

I know, baby,

and I'm sorry,
but, hey,

we're good.
Don't worry.

I'm not worried.

Doesn't mean I don't want
to see more of you.

You give any thought to when
we might sneak in a honeymoon?

Vivie has four grandparents,

all willing to watch her
anytime we wanna slip away

And I am well aware.
It's just been a little tricky

with Street running SWAT
training down in Long Beach

and Luca still in London,
but, baby,

you are right, we do
need to find the time.

Hopefully while
we're still newlyweds.

It's from my office.

The inspector general,
she needs to see me today.

I thought this was your day off.

Now look whose job
is pulling us apart.

Excuse me.
Can we get the check, please?

Uh-huh, right away.

Hey, what
do you think of this area?

I mean, it's pretty cool, right?

Mm-hmm.

What if, uh, what if we got
a place around here?

We?

Yeah.

Well, I was thinking maybe
we should move in together.

Uh... Is it-- is that a bad idea?

It's...

kind of fast,

- that's all.
- Well,

I-I just thought since
things are going so well.

But, look...

...if the idea freaks you out,
we really don't...

Come on. This way.

Suki, wh-where are we going?
A dispensary?

Need to see an ID.

What's going on?

Suki, what...?

Hey, hey.

Tell me what's happening.

ID.

You need to show me an ID.

Nichelle.

That was gunfire.
It was close.

The dispensary on Maywood
just hit its panic button.

Maywood's only a block
from here.
All right,

call 911, tell 'em
I'm responding,

- off-duty, plainclothes.
- Be careful, babe.

LAPD! Move! Move!
Out of the way! Out of the way!

LAPD! Drop the weapon!

Get on the ground!

Get down now! Get down!

Oh, my God.

Get out of the road!

You okay?
Yeah.

Help me, please!

I don't know
who the hell they were,

but they were professional

and they hit hard.

"Shock and awe"assault,

right in the middle
of the Arts District.

Spoke to a couple
of the employees.

They've got close to
a hundred grand in cash on hand,

nothing was taken.

No. This was
all about the girl.

We have
any idea why?

The boyfriend's
right there,

but the kid's
still in shock.

Could barely give me
more than her name.

Suki Ito.

She must've dropped her bag

before she was taken,
but there's a problem.

I just ran her ID

through the system.
ID's bogus.

Suki Ito doesn't exist.

So, what do three Japanese
killers want with a ghost?

This the dead perp?
That's a lot of ink.

Irezumi tattoos.

So, he's yakuza.

Coroner ID'd him
as Yoshi Takashi.

Flew in from Japan
three days ago.

Had four buddies
with him.

Now, I've already spoken
to our friends in the Tokyo PD.

They confirmed that all five men
are known members

of the Yami-Yami
crime family.

Mainland yakuza
making noise in L.A.

Isn't a broad daylight
kidnapping

a bit too loud for them?

Struck me as odd,
too, Commander,

which means whatever
they wanted from the woman

they abducted,
they wanted it badly.

Now, Suki Ito,
that's a fake identity,

but it's
a really good one.

Includes bogus passport,
work docs, Social.

This is not the
kind of fake ID

you get down on
Sixth and Alvarado.

Tokyo PD's
running her photo

through their facial rec.

They'll let us know
if they get a hit.

All right, I already sent
Tan and Cabrera

to check
Suki's address.

Powell and Alfaro are sitting
down with her boyfriend.

These guys came a long way
to stir up a lot of trouble,

and something tells me
we haven't seen the end of it.

So, Suki isn't even
her real name.

And you had no idea?

Even though you've been
dating her for six months?

No, I... N-None at all.

I... [sighs] Oh, my God.

I asked her to move in with me
this morning.

Cameron, the men
who grabbed her

were willing to kill
to get her.

There must be
a reason why.

I'm sure there is,
but I have no idea.

Okay. We'll-we'll figure it out.

What do you know about her life?

What did she do for a living?

She...

Uh, something
in the travel industry?

Maybe.

I-I-- Look, I don't
really know.

She never said.

And you never asked?

Come on, man,
that's first date stuff.

I... I didn't want to pry.

What about family or friends?

Cameron, come on.

You were getting ready
to live with this girl

and you know nothing about her?

Look,

she didn't really talk
about herself,

and in this city, to be honest,
I found that refreshing.

I-I know that
she's from Tokyo

and that she loves me.

Okay, look, what about recently?

Did you notice any changes
in her personality?

Anything out of the ordinary?

No. I-I mean, the week
was totally normal.

Uh... Well,

except we had our first fight,

which was weird
'cause Suki's normally so chill.

Okay, what happened?
What... what was that about?

I posted a photo of us
on my social media. She told me

in the past not to,
but I just wanted to

show her off a little.

Cameron, she's been living under

an assumed identity
this whole time, hiding.

Oh, my God.

It's my fault they
found her, isn't it?

Um, please,

you have to get her back.

Hey, Bruce, good morning.

Have you seen the IG?
She texted,

said she needed to see me,
but I can't find her.

Yeah, she got called over
to the mayor's office.

This whole thing
is blowing up pretty fast.

I'm sorry. What whole thing?

The Times called for a comment.

They're doing
a big investigative piece

on corruption in this office.

Corruption? What corruption?

I mean, I thought the whole idea

of the inspector general's
office

was to guard against
corruption. What?

I'm just trying to figure out
if you're for real or not.

Of course I'm for real.

Why would you even say that?

You remember Zepp Construction.

They won the contract
to build the new LAPD

training facility.

Turns out
they got the contract

not by bringing the best bid.

They bribed their way
into the deal.

But we vetted Zepp Construction,

like we do every company
that gets a city contract.

How could this happen?

I'm sure that's what Mary
wants to talk to you about

since you're the one
who signed off on the deal.

What?

That's my signature, but I...
There have been

so many contracts across my desk
the last six months,

but I always do
my due diligence,

and I certainly
didn't receive a bribe.

Bruce.

All right, Nichelle,
I believe you, okay?

I just don't know if the IG
will have that luxury,

especially with
all the pressure

coming down
from the mayor's office.

You really telling me

you'd rather eat pasta
with the old-timers

than kick the crap
out of the LAFD

on the softball diamond?

Would I rather? No.

But I can't let Deacon down.

You'll find another pitcher,
I promise.

Not one
with the Victor Tan touch.

And what's the big deal
with this fundraiser anyway?

Like Deac said,

it's a tradition,
goes back decades.

But it's so lame,
and this is the championship.

If we forfeit,

those fire jerks get
bragging rights.

I mean, maybe we can just
give Deac the money

we would've spent
at the fundraiser.

Uh...

Suki's building's right up here.

Oh, you're police.
Thank God.

Why? What's going on?

I was checking my mailbox,

and then I heard a woman scream
and then a-a loud bang.

- Which apartment?
- Oh, 308.

That's Suki's apartment.

- Get outside and stay there.
- Okay.

Got a body.

Suki wasn't their end target.

They're after something else.

LAPD!

Come out, nice and slow.

Thank goodness you're here.

I hid when they came in,

but I heard a shot.

You're safe now, ma'am.
Everything's all right.

Wh-Where's Miss Suki?

Can you tell us what happened?

Was there anything in that safe
besides those papers?

Yeah, um, a phone.

Why would they want a phone?

Uh, the men forced Miss Suki

to make a call to someone.

- Do you know who she called?
- No. Just-- It was a man.

- Did you hear what was said?
- Some of it.

Suki told the man
on the other end

to meet her at
the Hollywood Cemetery. 1:30.

It's a trap.

He could be walking
into an execution.

And it's about to go down.

I've got eyes
on two shooters.

Eleven o'clock, about 100 yards.

Two more deep, three o'clock.

Deac and Powell,
box the two on the left.

The two on the right are ours.

We're on it.

Powell, with me.

LAPD! Put the weapons down!

They're hiding
behind civilians.

I can't get a clear shot.

We got to clear 'em
before we engage.

Move in!

LAPD!Get out of the way!

Go, get outside.
Go, go, go, go! Move.

LAPD! Drop the weapon.

Move, move, move.

Deacon.

Suspect hijacked a van.
He's headed your way.

- Drop your weapon!
-Drop the gun!

Stop right there!

Do it now! Drop your weapon!

Drop it!

Move, move.

You stay with him.

30-David.

Suspects are leaving
the Hollywood Cemetery

in a blue panel van.

Heading east
on Santa Monica Boulevard.

- Couldn't get a plate.
- Damn it.

Tried to get his statement.

Our guy had very little to say.

Claims he has no idea
why he was targeted.

No, I don't believe that
for a second. He's lying.

It's not his only lie.

His ID says
his name is Timoki Kaito.

He's a groundskeeper
at Mission Botanical Gardens.

Alfaro ran a check.

Groundskeeper, only part of
that story that's true.

So Timoki's not
his real name.

Yeah, a bogus ID,

same as their first target,
Suki Ito.

The yakuza abducted
and killed Suki

in order to get to this guy.

There's not a chance in hell

he doesn't know
what this is about.

Hondo.

If you're looking for answers,
you came to the wrong place.

Well, I might have
a small piece of the puzzle.

Just heard back from Tokyo PD.

The first victim,
Suki Ito,

her real name
is Kimiko Ado.

According to Tokyo,

she was the stateside end of

a Japan-based
"Night Moving" operation.

"Night Moving"?

It's a private service that can
disappear you for a price.

Whether you're running
from an unhappy marriage,

major debt,
you can get a whole new life

- and vanish the old one.
- Like a designer

witness protection program.

Apparently it's not
that uncommon in Japan.

Suki, or Kimiko,

was the U.S. side.

She'd help relocate clients
in the States,

set them up with new identities.

So our guy probably
used her services

to flee Japan and start
a new life here in L.A.

Except whatever
he was running from

caught up with him
in a big way.

Timoki Kaito.

I'm only calling you that

because I don't know
your real name.

It's time to come clean.

Tell me what this is all about.

I'm afraid I have no idea.

So, the four men that were here,

the members of
the Yami-Yami clan in Tokyo,

yakuza killers...

Doesn't mean anything to you?

I'm trying to help you.

I did not ask for your help.

Whatever you're
in the middle of here,

innocent people have been
hurt and killed.

If you don't start talking
and help us get these guys,

you share the blame.

The blame is on the young thugs
doing the killing.

They have no honor.

They abide by no code.

And you have a code?

People have died.

You know more than
you're telling me.

Where's the honor in that?

You know nothing about me.

I know about the woman who
got you out of Japan, Suki Ito.

I know that she called you
and lured you here.

Do you think that she made that
call without a gun to her head?

- Suki is dead?
- Yeah.

So how about you tell me
what the hell is going on

before more people die?

If we are done here... We're not.

I've done nothing.
You cannot hold me.

Well, you're wrong.

Until we can confirm
who you really are,

you're mine.

You're coming to HQ with me.

Hey, Stevens. Do me a favor.

Put this guy in
the interview room.

Sit on him
- till I get there.
- You got it, Deac.

He won't be going anywhere.

Hmm.

Still not seeing your names
on here.

Yeah, thought we covered that
this morning.

We kind of have other plans.

Oh, right, the, uh,
the softball championship.

Oh, yeah. LAPD versus LAFD.

You know how deep
that rivalry goes.

There must've been
a misunderstanding earlier.

SWAT Pasta Night
is a 50-year-old tradition,

and you know how deep
tradition goes around here.

Now, I've been trying not
to use the word "mandatory."

And we've been trying
not to use the word "lame,"

but come on, Deac.
Pasta?

Bunch of old-timers
yammering about the old days?

I just don't know what other
word to use to describe it.

It's just the four of us.

No one's even gonna notice
we're not there.

We don't want to
leave our team shorthanded.

Okay, okay.
How-how about this?

How about
we take the softball game

completely out of the equation?

You're either at the
fundraiser that night,

or you're next door
in the armory

doing ammo inventory.

I'll leave it entirely
up to you.

Um...

Baby, hey.

I got your text.
What's wrong?

I'm sorry to bug you.
I know how busy you are.

It's just, I think
I messed up at work.

The text at breakfast.

That's what the IG wanted
to see you about?

I haven't seen her yet.

She got called
out of the office.

Well, then maybe
it's no big deal.

No, it's a very big deal.

The L.A. Times is investigating

how a corrupt company
bribed its way

into a city contract.

How does that have
anything to do with you?

It's my signature
on the approval.

Okay. Nichelle, there's
got to be some mistake.

That's what I thought, too.

That's my signature,
clear as day.

Do you have any idea
what this means?

What happens to
the community center

when this comes out?
And the C.O.P.E. program?

We survive on grants
and-and donations.

That'll all go away
if my name gets tied up

in a bribery scandal.

Hey, slow down,
slow down.

We both know you weren't
- a part of taking any bribe.
- Of course not.

But that's my signature.

What conclusion do you think
the Times is gonna draw?

I don't know
how this happened.

I mean, I'm usually
so careful,

but a hundred pieces of paper
come across my desk.

And-and it was only a few months
after Vivie was born.

Maybe I just had
baby brain.

Hmm.

I think you might
still have baby brain.

Look again at the contract.

Not your signature.
The date.

Oh, my God.

That was the day
of Vivienne's Christening.

And the day
I proposed to you.

Then how did my signature
get on that contract?

All right, update me.

Looks like the Night Moving
operation

Suki was involved with
brought in 16 people

over the last four years,

all of them given new lives
and new identities.

Most of them moved on,
out of Los Angeles.

We're trying to run down
their current info,

get them into protection
if necessary.

For my money,
we lean into Timoki.

Have we reached out
to Tokyo PD

for help in finding out
who he really is?

I just got off the phone
with Detective Nozawa.

He's personally doing
everything he can to rush it.

In the meantime,

he sent us more
on our yakuza hitmen.

This is their boss,
the oyabun

of the Yami-Yami clan,
Orochi Mara.

He's part
of the new generation.

Has ushered in violence
like Tokyo's never seen.

Gunfights on the street,
massive drug operations.

Well, for whatever reason...

he wants Timoki Kaito dead.

Thanks, Stevens.

No problem. Not like
he talked my ear off.

What you said,
back in the cemetery...

I want you to know
that I am a man of honor,

that I have lived my life
abiding by a strict code.

It's important to you
that I know that?

Yes. Even if you know
nothing else about me.

Even if I wanted
to believe you,

it's tough to reconcile,

given your current situation.

How does a man

of code and honor get
in this kind of trouble?

Because the new generation
does not live

by the same standards.

Those men from
the cemetery,

and all the others like them,

they have chosen
to take the easy way,

fueled by greed
and corruption.

You see,
that's a hard one to swallow

because you had yourself
vanished out of Japan.

You've been hiding here in L.A.

From what?
I mean, debt?

Do you owe
the Yami-Yami clan money?

- What?
- No.

Well, you had to have
screwed up somewhere

to leave
your entire life behind.

I have made mistakes in my past.

Many.

But what I did that brings me
to this moment,

that was no mistake.

It's our BOLO on the gunmen.

Three men matching
their descriptions

just hit the
Mission Botanical Gardens.

That's where
Timoki works.

Yeah, they stormed
the work office,

took Timoki's
personnel file

- and ransacked his locker.
- Better let Deacon know.

Might be something
he can use.

You still haven't
told me anything

to help
end this violence.

But I'm starting to think
that's by design.

What is it?

That concerns me?

The yakuza who are after you
just hit up your workplace.

The gardens... Listen, thankfully
no one was killed,

but they did ransack
your locker.

- What are they looking for?
- I need to go.
I need to leave, now.

Hey, I told you,
you're not going anywhere

- until I get some answers.
- There's no time.
You don't understand.

Sit down!

Commander,
- what's going on?
- Deacon's in with Timoki.

We just heard back
from Tokyo PD.

Timoki's no gardener.

He's former yakuza.
He's a killer.

I'm not gonna
tell you again.

Get your ass back
in that chair.

I'm sorry.
I cannot.

We got a rabbit in the building!

Hey!

Stop him!

Hey, stop right there!

Lock down the doors!

- Give me your hands.
- Stop resisting!

I need to get out of here.

You just assaulted
a police officer.

Who's Nami?

Please.
I must answer.

Go.

Nami!

They have Nami and Sogo.

They have my family.

I take it these are the victims?

Nami Mora and
her son Sogo.

They were grabbed at Sogo's
school during afternoon pickup.

Timoki called them
his family,

but school records
don't list Timoki

as Sogo's father
or as Nami's husband.

Here's something that will
surprise absolutely no one.

Nami Mora's ID
doesn't check out.

It's bogus,
just like the others.

Probably another person

who was disappeared
from Japan

by Suki's Night
Moving service.

Timoki, he was an enforcer
for the Yami-Yami crime family.

The same clan that's now
hell-bent on finding him.

What's the theory?

That he stole from them
and fled the country?

Your guess is
as good as mine.

But this man's been
in the U.S.

for almost six years.

So whatever his offense
back in Japan...

...it ain't been forgotten.

Look, we know
the timid gardener act

is just a cover.

You are a killer.

And a former enforcer
for the Yami-Yami

crime family.

Timoki,
it's obvious you care

for Nami and Sogo.

But right now, the only way
to help them is to trust us.

I was an enforcer, yes, but...

that was a lifetime ago.

There were rules
yakuza swore to and lived by.

The foremost, to never
harm the innocent.

But then Orochi took over
as head of Yami-Yami.

The new generation.

They reject the old ways,

prizing money and power
over everything.

Shortly after Orochi
became the oyabun,

he ordered me to kill
the witness to a murder.

The witness was a woman,
many months pregnant.

I am not free of sin,
but the code...

the honor we talked about,
would not let me

take her life.

And the pregnant woman
you didn't kill...

...was Nami?

And the child is Sogo, her son.

Knowing that your boss,
Orochi, would just send

another killer
to finish the job,

you found a Night Mover,

to vanish you and Nami
out of Japan.

I have committed
the greatest betrayal

in Orochi's eyes.

He does not like loose ends
or to look weak.

My disobedience achieved both,
and as a result,

Nami and Sogo's lives
are at risk.

And you feel responsible.

Orochi was my shatei.
I was his mentor.

He mocked the old ways,
so I corrected him with force.

I was hard on him, brutal.

And that only made him
more resentful.

Maybe if I had
schooled him differently...

It's them.

I am to surrender to them.

Alameda Square
in 30 minutes time.

Me for Nami
and Sogo's freedom.

Tell me you got a trace
- on that call.
-No.

- It wasn't long enough.
-Hold on.
There's an Asian American

Unity Festival in
Alameda Square today.

That's probably why
they chose it.

Gives them plenty
of civilians for cover.

We don't have time
for a planned op.

You're gonna have
to go in blind.

Sir, if we're gonna save
this woman and her child,

we got no choice.

Anything to the south?

No visual on any
of our suspects.

Gonna be tough
in this crowd though.

Alfaro, Cabrera,
anything at the entrances?

ALFARO [over comms]:
Nothing on my end, Hondo.

CABRERA [over comms]:
No sign of our suspects.

If they make it
out of this,

what will happen
to Nami and Sogo?

No promises,

but given their situation
back in Tokyo,

they've got a strong case
for asylum.

I don't know if I can say
as much for your fate, though.

No matter.

It is only Nami and Sogo
that I care about.

I swore to keep them safe.

That is my ikiagi,
my purpose.

Well, right now, that's
SWAT's purpose as well.

20-David.

I got eyes on Nami and Sogo,
and two of the gunmen,

northeast side of the stage.

Roger that.

Let's go.

All right, listen up.

There's still one yakuza
somewhere in this crowd.

Nobody moves in

until we get eyes
on our third gunman.

They want to see me now.

Hondo, the yakuza are ready
for the exchange.

Negative, negative.

We do not have a position
on the remaining suspect.

Hondo,

we're running out of time.

Powell, Tan?

Tighten the circle,
but stay out of sight.

All right, Deacon.

Send him in.

Timoki's at the meet point.

20-David. Wait for Nami
and Sogo to clear

before we move in.
Keep eyes out

for surprises.
We still have one yakuza

somewhere off radar.

Tim.

I got a bogey coming in
from the west.

We have a full house.

It's a double-cross.

They're moving.

Shadow them, but do not move in.

We cannot risk a firefight.

Run, Nami!

LAPD! Everyone get down!

LAPD!

Everybody get down!
Everybody down!

I've lost eyes!

I repeat.
I've lost sight of Timoki!

Timoki's being taken
to the north parking garage

by two yakuza.

Nami and Sogo are cornered

by another one
- at the food stands.
-Tan and I have

eyes on Nami with one
of the suspects. Moving in.

All right,
Deac and I got Timoki.

Don't move!

25-David.
One suspect in custody.

Sogo! Sogo!

Sogo!

You're both safe now.

LAPD! Drop the weapon!

Timoki, no!

Deacon, get Timoki.
I got the van.

Timoki, drop the gun!

This will not stop.

He's a bad man.

He deserves
to be punished.

Yes, and we can use him
to take down Orochi.

And keep Nami
and Sogo safe.

But not if you go down
this road. Drop the gun!

Timoki!

Where is the honor in shooting
an unarmed enemy?

Put your hands
in the air.

Put your hands in the air!
Turn around.

Put your hands
behind your head.

Nice try.

30-David.

We're code four.

Final suspect in custody.

You're doing the right thing,

testifying against Orochi
back in Japan.

Maybe I can finally help
bring him to justice.

Fix what I have caused.

Maybe that's your new ikiagi.

May I say goodbye?

Sure.

Go ahead.

- Sogo.
- Tim!

This might be the last
time they see each other.

I mean, even with
his testimony,

Timoki's still doing time
for his past crimes.

Well, he saved
Nami and her son.

I don't think he cares
what happens next.

Nichelle.

Uh, you're still here.

Yeah. It, uh, turned

into one of my busier
days actually.

Researching
Zepp Construction.

Then a lengthy meeting
with the boss.

And, uh, just now,
a phone call with the Times.

Well, I'm glad I ran into you.

I was afraid I might not get
a chance to say goodbye.

Look, Bruce,
you can drop the act.

I know what you did.

What're you talking about?

You were the one
who took the bribe

from Zepp Construction,
and then you tried to throw me

under the bus
to cover your tracks.

That's insane.

Is that your way
of getting out of this?

You're gonna blame me?

It's your signature.

Yeah, except there's no way

I could've signed it
on the day it's dated.

I wasn't here.

Luckily, my husband
reminded me

that I was
at my baby's Christening.

It was the day
he proposed to me.

So what makes you think
it was me?

There are a lot of people
in this office.

But none of them
were fraternity brothers

with the CFO
of Zepp Construction.

That's just a coincidence.

Maybe.

But that's not for me to decide.

It's in the IG's hands now.

I gave everything
I found to her.

Nichelle... Have a nice day, Bruce.

Man, this is total BS.

Deacon should've just said
from the beginning

that we didn't have a choice.

So what now, we're gonna
have to forfeit the game?

You know we're never gonna hear
the end of it from Fire.

Not to mention our own team.

Deac, hey.

We're all signed up
for the pasta night.

Yeah, I saw that.

Listen.

Something Timoki said

got me thinking.

Maybe forcing the fundraiser
on you isn't the way to go.

Are you serious?

So, what, we're off the hook?

Well, not exactly.

What if we combine
the two events?

Your game's
at Valley Glen, right?

There's that picnic area
right next to the field.

Yeah, it's huge, and it's
covered. Be plenty of room.

All right,
if we move pasta night there,

we still get to have
the fundraiser,

you still play your game,

and you get all of SWAT
out there cheering for you.

We could even donate some of the
ticket proceeds to the program.

- That doesn't sound half bad.
- Well, you just better win.

'Cause if you think
Fire'll be brutal,

imagine the crap
you'll get from a bunch

of SWAT old-timers
if they have to watch you lose.

Look at that.

We are on.

Hey, baby.

Hey.

Vivie still
with your parents?

Yeah, they figured we
could use the night off.

Your day get any better
after I saw you?

No, actually it got worse
if you can believe it, but...

we did save a mother
and her child,

so it made it all worth it.

How'd the rest
of your day go?

Did you get things
sorted out at work?

I handled it.

You would have been
so proud of me.

Come on now,
I'm always proud of you.

I still can't believe
I didn't catch the date

on that contract. I mean,
it is a pretty important date.

It's the day that you agreed
to become my wife.

Mm.

Speaking of.

- Hmm?
- What kind of honeymoon

are you feeling,
something warm and sandy?

Or maybe mountain cabin-y?

I am happy wherever we go...

as long as I'm with you.

But right now,
I need to take a shower.

Mm, if you get it
nice and steamy,

maybe I'll come
and join you.

Mm, you ain't got
to tell me twice.