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Previously on SWAT... Maggie,
I'd do anything for you.

You were so good to me
when Martin was killed.

Maggie? Is that
Judge Walker's widow?

I've heard you
say more than once

that you guys have a connection.

I'd like to take you to dinner.

As more than friends.

- Vasquez?
- Yeah.

Long time no see, Hondo.

Our line of work is
still a boys' club,

which makes my job
a little bit harder.

If you ever want to come back

and ride with us, door's open.

Thanks, Hondo.

Wow. I really like your place.

Thanks. I, uh, decorated myself.

Uh, can I make us
some cocktails?

I already had one at the
bar, but help yourself.

Mi casa is su casa.

What would you like?

Surprise me.

I bet you're full of surprises.

God, I think green is
officially my favorite color.

I mean, that dress.

Mmm... Ooh, you move fast.

Be a good boy.

Let me take off my shoes first.

Well, don't stop there.

Mm.

Oh, everything's spinning.

He's out cold.

Took you long enough.

- Where's my bag?
- Here.

These watches are all fakes.

Ugh, this guy has
nothing of value.

Hey.

We got his laptop and
some other things,

but this guy doesn't
have much else.

You're right. Just
grab whatever you can.

What's going on?

Why, Cata?

Because the dose you gave
him wasn't high enough.

You didn't have to shoot him.

Oh, and what would
you have done...

Enough! We have to hurry now!

Come on!

Paul, it's James from next door.

You in there?

I heard a bang.

Quiet. Don't answer.

He'll leave.

I can hear someone in there.

Open up or I'm
calling the police.

Who the hell are you guys?

Whoa, I-I already called 911.

That's a shame.

911, what's your emergency?

Hey.

I saw your light on.

I'm saying late because

I have to catch up on paperwork.

What's your excuse?

Nothing.

I'm good.

We're not gonna do
this again, are we?

It's Maggie.

I thought things.
- Were going well. - Well, so did I.

We've been friends
for decades and

in a relationship for
months now, but, um

she's been pulling away
the last couple of weeks.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Do you have any idea why?

- I don't know what started it.
- Hmm.

I thought maybe the fix

would be a weekend away, but, uh

she passed on that invitation,
and we were supposed to

have dinner tonight,
to talk about it,

and she canceled that, too.

Maybe she's just
getting cold feet.

So, I'm trying to
give her her space

and, you know, back off.

As hard as that is

my gut's telling me that's
the right approach here.

With the history you two have,

you deserve an explanation.

Well, she's not
answering my calls.

She's not responding
to my texts,

so I guess I ain't getting one.

Tell you what... why
don't you text her,

tell her you're going to
stop by tomorrow night,

that you need to talk.

Mm.

She owes you that much,

don't you think?

Okay. This is a
federal case now.

I'm running point. You
are all in my crime scene.

Special Agent Chad
Hettinger, FBI.

Yeah, well, when P.D. responded
and we saw the suspects' M.O.,

I was the one who
called your boss.

Special Agent Jackie
Vasquez. Thank you

for your help, Detective.

Also, we appreciate you getting
the two victims to the hospital.

Yeah, too bad it couldn't
happen soon enough.

Both men were DOA.

- All right, let's wrap it up.
- Yes, sir. You got it.

This is definitely
the same crew.

Yeah. And that makes it

the fourth West Coast city
that these women have hit.

We know how this
is gonna play out.

The crew's gonna hit one
or two more targets here

before they skip town.

But, see, they
wouldn't even be here

if San Francisco had
gone better. Am I right?

We cannot let this crew
get away with this again.

Because if they do,
it's not gonna be on you

it'll be on me.

And I'm not having that.

Okay, this isn't
about fault or credit.

It's about catching this
crew before they kill again.

I have a friend here
in L.A. who's tied in.

He knows the local element.
Might be able to help us.

Let me reach out,
see what I can find.

Sure. Whatever.

I got to update the ADIC.

Hey, Beth. We're back.

Hey.

How'd it go?

All good with Vivie?

Yeah. She was out 30
minutes after you guys left.

It was the easiest
couple of hours.

Well, you got it lucky.

Seriously, thanks
for doing this.

- We really appreciate it, Beth.
- No worries.

Let me know the next time.
- You need a date night. - I will.

- Good night.
- Bye.

Huh. So that's where
your mind's been.

Yeah, sorry, Nich.

Look, I-I just got
to get back to this.

Back? You've been thinking
about those résumés

the whole time we were
at the restaurant.

Nichelle, I got to find
replacements for Street,

Luca and now Deacon.

And it's been
really hard so far.

What if I can't find
the right teammates?

You will. You just
have to be patient.

You can't force
something like that.

I know work is important.

Just don't forget you have
a wife and a daughter, too.

Vasquez. Been a minute.

Everything good with you?

Hey, Hondo. Yeah.

Sorry, I know it's late.

I'm glad you picked up.

Nah, don't worry about it.

Nichelle and I just
got back from dinner.

- What's going on?
- I'll get right to it.

I've been tracking
an elusive crew.

You ever heard of
the Honeytrappers?

Yeah, yeah. I heard mention
on one of the agency wires.

Female robbery group.

Hitting rich VIPs
across the country.

Yeah. My partner and I
have been chasing them

since they got to
the West Coast.

And now the crew's in L.A.

Just added to their body
count here in Downtown.

How bad are we talking?

Two dead

in a robbery-homicide.

Both victims were unarmed

and shot point-blank.

That means this crew's
racked up a grand total

of five dead, eight wounded.

They usually hit at least
four targets per city.

They're in and out in 48 hours.

So now the clock's
ticking here in L.A.

Exactly.

FBI's running point, but...

I got to admit, I could really
use SWAT's help on this.

I'd owe you one. Big-time.

What do you say?

Let's go get 'em.

Deacon, hey. Thanks for saddling
up with the FBI on this.

Course. Got the
file you sent us.

It lists Agent
Hettinger as lead.

I thought you were the
field office's point person.

Long story.

Real talk, I'm out on a
ledge here with the Bureau.

I need to catch a break,

and that's why I called
in reinforcements.

All good on our end.

Read us in.

Honeytrappers are four women.

They are good. They
don't leave a trace.

No fingerprints, nothing.

And this is all you got
so far... security video

and a list of phony aliases?

I told you, they're good.

This one is the lure.

Usually connects over social
media or dating sites.

Gets herself into
the target's place,

where she drugs them before
the other women come in.

And then they rob the guy
while he's unconscious.

Usually to the tune

of six figures in watches,

jewelry and cash.

They've been all over.

Targeting pro athletes,
hedge fund guys, tech giants.

I joined in when they hit
the West Coast in Seattle.

And the body count?

They have no problem killing,

usually to cover their tracks.

Last night, it was their
mark and a neighbor,

after the mark
apparently woke up.

What about the stolen goods?

It's got to be going somewhere.

Pawn shops?
- Black market? - No.

The Bureau's been monitoring
every pawn shop and fence

in the cities these
women have hit.

They've come up with nothing.

We also believe the
targets' cell phones

and tablets were hacked

and their data was
sold on the dark web,

because their identities and
banking info were compromised.

Makes me think there
must be another player.

Someone connected,
with tech savvy

who the women are funneling
the stolen goods to.

That's exactly my theory.

There's someone else in
addition to the four women.

But my partner refuses
to buy in on the idea.

Last night's victim,

Paul Lysher.

He doesn't exactly fit
the profile of this crew's

typical high-roller target.

I mean, I can't imagine
the women made off

with their usual
six-figure haul.

Well, maybe he was put
together well enough to

be mistaken for rich.

I'm working to get access
to Lysher's phone records,

credit cards, social accounts,

to see how and where
he met his date.

All right, when
that info comes in,

I'll dive into Paul Lysher,
see what he's all about.

Maybe he's a random outlier.

Yeah, anything to help
I.D. our honey trap.

We got to find them
before they strike next.

He's expecting that.

Okay? Yeah.

Maggie.

- This is a surprise. Go ahead.
- Hi, Bob.

I know I'm overstepping by
coming here to your work.

No. Don't be ridiculous.

I'm-I'm... I'm glad you did.

I got your message.

I'm sorry for ghosting you.

You absolutely deserve
to know why I've been

so distant over
the past few weeks.

Give it to me straight.

Is everything okay?

I just, I've been dealing
with a health issue.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.

What's wrong?

I've been diagnosed with ALS.

Oh, my God.

I got the diagnosis
two weeks ago.

And I got a second opinion
last week that confirmed it.

Please, sit down.

We're gonna, we're
gonna talk this through.

Okay, now...

Did the doctors
discuss what we can do?

No, they did a battery of tests.

- The timeline's uncertain.
- Mm-hmm.

And there's no getting better.

It might be a

a matter of months
before things get bad

to the point where
I'll need help.

- Okay, well, we got that.
- No.

Uh, no.

So I've decided to
move in with my sister

- in Phoenix.
- No, no, no, no. That's silly.

- No.
- You don't need to do that.

I'm here for you.

I know what you went
through with Barb.

No, how bad things
got at the end.

Maggie... I-I don't
want that for you.

We need to break

things off between us.

- Maggie, no, no.
- That's what I came here to say, yes.

- That's... No, come on.
- Please listen to me.

I need you to accept this.

Please tell me that
you can do that for me?

Okay, I will.

Hey, Vasquez?

You said you're on the
ledge with the Bureau.

What's really going on?

You know the bumpy
history with my bosses.

Mm-hmm.

I lobbied for this case as a way

of getting back in
their good graces.

As for Hettinger,
he's been trying

to angle his way up the
ladder for a while now.

Things came to a head
recently in San Francisco,

where an operation
I ran went sideways.

- How so?
- I thought

I had an angle on the
Honeytrappers' hideout.

It was a day after they killed
a couple during an escape.

I convinced the
regional director

to deploy the full fleet.

FBI raided the house,
but there was only

an innocent family renting
the place, including

two kids, and the aftermath

was all over the nightly news.

Job's all about
making hard choices.

And that was a tough call
based on the limited intel

- that you had.
- Even so, we failed.

So Hettinger milked it,

and got promoted
over me to case lead.

My bosses would've taken me off

completely, but I convinced them

to give me one last shot.

You did nothing wrong, Vasquez.

Too bad they don't see
it that way, but...

I'm glad you do.

One reason why I'm thankful
to be working with SWAT

on this now. Hey.

You keep your head up.

We're gonna find this crew.

Thanks for rolling with 20-Squad

on your day off, Rocker.

It's great to have another
team leader in the lineup.

Happy to answer the call,
and I know 20-Squad's bench

is thin these days. Didn't
want 'em going into the field

without some real firepower.

What do we got?

So we gained access to Paul
Lysher's social media account.

That's where things
get interesting.

His most recent message exchange

is with a woman whose
moniker was "TatianaTheMinx."

That's the same woman
that Agent Vasquez I.D.'d

- as the group's lure.
- Yeah, she slid into his DMs.

Came on pretty strong.

She wanted to meet at a bar
last night near his apartment.

Far from subtle.

I wonder if this guy was
suspicious at all. I mean,

look at her and
then look at him.

I hear you, but most guys
will ignore any red flags

if they think getting
laid's on the table.

Yeah, well, looking at it the
other way, why'd she choose him?

Nothing in his profile would
suggest he's got deep pockets.

Yeah, and all their other
targets are wealthy VIPs.

There's got to be
something else here.

We're still trying to get
to Lysher's IRS records

to find out what he did for a
living, but so far, no dice.

Yeah, hold on.

So, our honey trap

deactivated her account
right after the robbery,

but our warrant got us
access to any other account

that might be associated
with her device.

Another one of her profiles
shows "active status"

30 minutes ago. She
messaged with a guy

named Terrence Ballard.
He invited her over

for coffee five minutes ago.

He sent her his address, too.

1025 Sprinter Lane.

- That's Encino.
- All right, roll out.

And, remember, these
women are deadly.

Did you give him a double dose?

I don't want him waking
up like the last one.

What, so you can
just shoot him again?

I might shoot somebody.

- I'll take upstairs.
- Okay, ladies.

This doesn't have to take long.

This is just all garbage.

It's a lot of junk.

This is ridiculous.

This man doesn't
have much, either.

What the hell?

Okay, okay, let's go. Hurry up.

Hey, it's not your prints
we're leaving behind.

We'll load up while
she finishes in here.

Hey, we'll wait.
- For you, okay? But hurry. - Okay.

Come on, come on.

We have to go now.

But what about Bella?

The cops are coming.
There's no time.

Deacon and Cabrera, with
me on the apartment.

Rocker and Vasquez,
take the parking garage,

check for points of egress.

LAPD! Stop right there!

LAPD! Show yourselves!

Bathroom clear.

She's rabbiting, upstairs.

Terrence Ballard's
unconscious on the couch.

Deacon, with me. Cabrera,
stay with the victim.

Hey!

50-David to D-Team.

We bagged the rabbit.
She's in custody.

Any sign of the other suspects?

Negative, Hondo.

And there was no sign
of any waiting vehicle.

The other women must have
fled before we got here

and left this one behind.

Vasquez!

You may not remember back
to when you were in charge,

but you're supposed
to clear field action

with the lead case agent

beforehand. Per protocol.

Sorry, there wasn't enough time.

Let me guess. You must
be Agent Hettinger.

Yeah. And you're SWAT.

You said you were
calling a friend.

Thought you meant a C.I.,
not a bunch of tac operators.

Does it really matter?

We're closer to
finding this crew,

and we arrested
one of the women.

And let the others slip
through your fingers.

That is another black
mark against you.

I am going to the regional
director for authority

over this case. Your help.
- Is no longer needed. - Okay, hold on.

Bigfooting us ain't the right
play here, you understand?

We need to work together here.

Yeah, I already see
how well that's gone.

I'm gonna take it from here,
without SWAT, and without you.

The ADIC says you're
to report back

to the field office
for reassignment.

Wait. What? Why am
I being reassigned?!

Because he wants all
the glory for himself.

Screw this guy. Even if
he wants to big foot us,

he doesn't have the
authorization yet.

With two people dead and
three suspects still at large,

SWAT's staying on this
case. What about you?

If you're not kicking
me out of here,

won't be the first time
I've gone against my bosses.

Well, I'm sure they won't be
happy about it, but let's hope

your insubordination
doesn't bite you in the ass.

We get any help from
that latest victim?

No. Their mark,
Terrence Ballard,

must have been mega-dosed.
He's still unconscious.

As for the suspect in custody,
Deacon's running her prints,

hoping to get a positive I.D.
before we interrogate her.

All right, well, we
know this crew's likely

to hit one or two more people

before they're done
here, so, tick-tock.

Vasquez, check this out.

Both L.A. targets...

I mean, they must do all
right, but not on par

with this crew's
previous victims.

According to the IRS,

Paul Lysher worked as a
freelance data analyst,

and Terrence Ballard is
a logistics contractor.

The women probably only got away

with a few thousand
bucks' worth.

Why kill for chump change?
Why switch up their M.O. now?

There's got to be a reason.

I got Rocker digging in,
trying to find more links

between Lysher and Ballard.

Maybe that'll fill in the holes.

Got some intel on our suspect.

Her prints ran up
a flag in Brazil.

Her name is Bella Lisboa.

State intel agency says her
father was a drug trafficker.

Her parents died
when she was nine.

She ended up on
the streets of Rio,

racking up crimes
not long after that.

A lot of kids there got into
trouble after their parents

were arrested or killed
in narco violence.

Maybe that's how she knows
or met the other women.

Could be they have
similar pasts.

All right, so we check out
Bella's known associates

to see if we can
I.D. the others,

but for right now,

Vasquez, we're just
gonna have to press her

to see if we can find out
where they're going next.

All right.

I don't know nothing.
I can't help you.

It's time to start
helping yourself, Bella.

Rocinha's one of the
toughest favelas in Rio,

and it's impressive
that you were able

to make it out of
there in one piece.

But I doubt that you did it on
your own. You needed friends.

Is that where you met

the others?

Tell us who they are and
where they're going next.

You do that for us, and we
can help cut you a deal.

I don't know anyone else.
I always work alone.

Look,

I get why you want
to protect them.

You grew up in a rough area,

you relied on each
other to survive,

but this is getting
out of control.

It's not just honey
trapping anymore.

You've been escalating since
you got to the West Coast,

but I'm guessing
it wasn't your idea

to start dropping
bodies, was it?

You're just the lure

who reels in the victims.

You don't seem like a
cold-blooded killer.

But, see, the problem is,

you're the only one we got.

So, if you don't help us out,

all the murders
get pinned on you.

Is that what you want?

I didn't kill anyone.

I just, I met the
men and drugged them.

Nobody was ever supposed to die.

Tell us who.
- Pulled the trigger. - Better yet,

who's really running the show?

It's not just the
four of you, is it?

All right, listen to me.

If you're not gonna tell
us who's calling the shots,

at least tell me why you
went after these two.

They weren't high rollers.

They didn't fit your
previous pattern.

I don't know,

but we were told to make
sure we got their laptops.

Okay. Told by who?

His name... is Augie.

Is he your fixer?

He's the one that
sets up your scores?

He picks the targets

and then funnels all the
information through...

Hettinger, what
are you doing here?

What's it look like?

I'm taking my federal
witness into FBI custody.

I have official
authorization now,

so that means SWAT's done here.

We were just about to
get somewhere with her.

Let us do our jobs.

Your job? You'll be lucky

to have a job after
this, Vasquez. Let's go.

Hey, Hettinger,

you're underestimating
these women.

There's more going on
here than you think.

Yeah, got it. Thanks. Come on.

Well, you were right all along

about there being
another player involved,

whoever this "Augie" is.

It's funny,

you didn't say anything
about him to Hettinger.

No.

Neither did you. Hmm.

But we have to find out who
he is, and time's running out.

Did you leave
Maggie that message?

Oh, actually,

Maggie came by
earlier. We talked.

And? Well...

It's not good.

Maggie's been
diagnosed with ALS.

That's why she's been
distant recently.

Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Bob.

That must've come
as quite a shock.

Well, she broke things off.
She's moving to Phoenix

before her health
gets really bad.

- What did you say?
- Well...

That's the problem.

I said, "Okay."

Just let her go.

You know, Maggie saw how tough

and, you know, heartbreaking
it was for me to lose Barb, and

she knows what I went through.

She didn't want to see
me go through that again.

And, in the moment, Doc,
I didn't want to either.

You know, the
worst thing is, uh.

- I felt relief.
- Look,

what Maggie did was
the respectable thing,

by giving you an out.

It shows how deeply
she cares about you.

I know she does.

But I care about her, too.

Only you know

what those last days
were like with Barb.

If that's something

that you do not want
to go through again,

no one can blame you.

Yeah. Maybe.

Not even yourself.

Before Agent Bozo interrupted
the interrogation,

Bella told Hondo her crew
was specifically told

to steal the laptops,

so the goal here might not
be money, but information.

'Cause get this, Terrence
Ballard's landlord

says he worked in what's
called "penetration testing."

That's when covert teams
are hired to attack

facilities' security systems
to evaluate their weaknesses.

Yep, and usually, penetration
tests have two parts,

cyber and physical.

Lysher was a data analyst.
Ballard is a logistics guy.

One an expert at hacking in,

the other an expert
at breaking in.

If they were working together...

Whoever has their computers now

has a blueprint of
exactly how to exploit

their target's security.

Do we know whose security
these two guys were testing?

Not yet. They were secretive
with communications

and used end-to-end encryption,

so their email accounts
aren't giving us anything.

We have to find out
who their client was.

That'll help us figure
out this crew's endgame.

Hey, we're on it, Deac.

I got something.

Through Bella's
known associates,

Brazilian Intel sent us
a positive I.D. on one.

Her name is Catalina Paulista.

She got scooped up with
Bella more than once.

So, their honey-trapping crimes
definitely started in Brazil.

And Interpol's got a
Red Notice on her file.

Because she was part
of Comando Escuro,

Rio's largest crime syndicate.

They're guerrilla-trained.
Organized and dangerous.

Well, that's one way to
make a name for yourself

- for all the wrong reasons.
- Speaking of names,

this guy's got a record
of forging documents,

fencing stolen goods and
multiple counts of cybercrime.

He's Catalina's cousin,
Adriano Augusto.

Augusto. That's
got to be "Augie."

He's the other player.
He's the crew's fixer.

We find him, chances
are we find this crew.

Your music is too loud.

How will you know

if someone is
sneaking up on you?

Going somewhere?

Bella's in jail because
you left her behind.

She'll talk. We
need to leave now.

Where are the laptops?

Uh-uh. Not so fast.

Those two men weren't rich.

Not worth the risk
at all, but you

made sure we grabbed
their laptops.

Why? What's on them?

Catalina, I do the
research, intel and travel.

You give me the goods.

I don't owe you
anything but your cut.

Hey, look,

it's just personal
information, huh?

Banking data. The usual stuff.

You're lying.

And I'm not kidding
around anymore. Show us.

There's information here

on how and where to defeat
security at a storage facility.

Th-This is reconnaissance,

a full attack plan, Augie.

Tell us what the facility
stores and how much.

- Now.
- Cash.

And a whole bunch of it, maybe.

I was gonna sell the
information on the black market,

but I'll cut you in on 40%
of whatever I get for it,

which will be a lot.

You were going to cut
us out completely,

and you think 40%
will make up for it?

You're out of control.

Killing people,
leaving Bella behind.

You need me. You
all work for me!

Maybe we did once,
but not anymore.

Any luck figuring out who
Lysher and Ballard's client was?

What facility this crew
might be targeting?

No, but digging
around into them,

I stumbled into a DOJ tripwire.

Which means Lysher and Ballard

both have top-level
security clearance.

So, they could've had
access to any number

- of high-value targets.
- Yeah.

Local treasury
offices, reserve banks,

gold exchanges.

And now, the Honeytrappers
have a magic pass

to get around security.

All right, I'll issue
alerts to all these places,

but until we confirm Lysher
and Ballard's test clients,

we're no closer
to narrowing down

the target or finding this crew.

I might have a line on that.

I traced all of this
Augie guy's aliases

and bank cards in those names.

I found one that's been
active the last couple days.

He's got recent
charges for an Airbnb

in Marina del Rey.
That's the address.

What are you waiting for?

Roll out. Go.

LAPD SWAT with a search warrant!

Adriano Augusto, show yourself.

Two.

Kitchen clear.

Got a body.

Closet clear.

Bedroom clear.

20-David to Command. All clear.

We got one adult male
deceased at the scene.

Show us Code 4.

There's no sign of
forced entry or struggle.

He knew his killers.

This is on Agent Hettinger.

If we could've kept
questioning Bella,

we could've gotten here
earlier. He'd still be alive.

This crew just double-crossed
one of their own.

So, whatever they're
gonna hit next,

they're gonna want
to get scarce after.

Their timeline's
just accelerated,

so we got to find out what
that target is, and fast.

Sir.

With the intel the women
have on the laptops,

all local treasury offices,

reserve banks,
and gold exchanges

could now be vulnerable.

I made sure they're
all on high alert.

If the crew shows up to any
of them, we've got eyes.

Patrol units are
rolling as we speak.

Hey.

I told you guys that I
was taking over this case,

so what the hell are you
doing still working it?

As long as there's crime in this
city, we'll protect our people.

You know, I-I think it's cute

that you want to help Vasquez,
even though you're just

delaying the inevitable,
but if you get in my way

or cross into my case again,
I'm gonna make some calls

- up the chain.
- Oh, make your calls.

We don't need anyone
else's approval

to operate in our
own jurisdiction

- when lives are at stake.
- And Vasquez

was right all along
about the women

- having another player involved.
- Who's now dead.

That's on you. Interrupting
our interrogation

cost us time, which led
to Augie getting killed.

We could've gotten to this crew
earlier before they dropped him.

I think I've said my piece.

I don't want to see you
guys again, and if I do,

we're gonna have some problems.

Hettinger's right
about one thing.

If we don't get this crew,
I'm not gonna have a job

- at the FBI to go back to.
- Well, that isn't right

'cause you're one of the
best agents they have.

But this, going against

the ADIC's orders and
riding with SWAT to the end,

that's an "all-in"
gamble, Deacon.

Well, I think it's admirable,

you throwing in all
your chips on 20-Squad.

And I don't know if you can
take any solace in this,

but we appreciate.
- The faith in us. - Yeah.

Guys, we might have something.

Finally got access to our
two guys' cell records.

A text to Terrence Ballard
came in from an unsaved number

an hour ago, asking,
"Is your guys' report"

on the dark vault
ready?"DEACON: What the hell's

- a dark vault?
- I did a deep dive on the term,

and it could mean that both
guys tested a motherlode target.

"Dark Vault" is how the
Department of Customs refers

to their secret cash warehouse.

Makes sense.

Customs is in charge
of holding seized

foreign currency until
it's all repatriated back

to countries of origin.

How much money are we talking?

Got to be millions
in foreign currency.

I alerted Customs. They said,

because I didn't
have the clearance,

that they wouldn't divulge
the location to me,

but they did say that personnel
and staff checked in all clear.

So, our women know where

and how to defeat the
security measures.

Which means, we got to find
the location ourselves.

I might not have the
highest security clearance,

but while I still have
my FBI credentials,

I might be able to
narrow down our target.

Because even if a
location's secret,

there's gonna be record
of property leases.

Right. According to records,
Customs registers its buildings

under VSA Properties.

There's five sites
throughout the city.

Well, it's anyone's
guess which one

the crew's gonna target.
Just got a report

from Wilshire Division.

Three heavily armed women stole
an armored truck from a depot.

Sounds like our crew.

How much money was in the truck?

That's the thing.
Truck was empty.

Only reason to jack an
empty armored truck would be

to use it for a cash-grab.

They're planning to hit
the warehouse with it.

All armored trucks
have tracking beacons.

This is where it
was last spotted

on the company's GPS before
they lost the signal.

The women must've disabled the
tracker while south on the 5.

There's four sites
on the Westside,

but only one south of where the
truck's beacon went offline.

That's our dark
vault. Let's roll.

Hey.

Whose schedule you keeping?

- We're doing a pickup.
- Not today you're not.

Go back to your base.
We're shut down.

The code is
three-five-three-six-eight.

Let's go.

Down to the ground! All of you!

Don't do it.

Do what you're told,
and you'll live.

M-Move!

- You two, now!
- Go to the other side!

On the ground!

We're here for the money.

It's not worth your life.

I need two volunteers.

Let's make this quick.

Customs dispatch has been
trying to put me through

to their security, but the
line just keeps ringing.

The crew might've already
breached the checkpoint.

We're four minutes
out from location.

Hettinger must be monitoring
SWAT's radio calls.

My friend in the comms unit

says he's rolling
to the warehouse

location now, too.

The FBI field office

is closer to the target.

Either he beats us to the punch,

or the crew gives me the slip

like they've done
before. Either way,

I just want to say it's been
great riding with you all today.

Hey,

this isn't over,
not by a long shot.

You came to us
for help, Vasquez.

That means we're all
in this together.

We will get this crew.

Fill the gaps.

And stay liquid.

The clock is ticking.
Come on, come on!

Federal agents!

Get on the ground,
hands on your head!

Cover me!

LAPD!

Hettinger, wait!
Hondo, we got a rabbit.

On me, Vasquez.

Rocker, Cabrera, with me!

- Cover! Cover!
- Get up!

Let him go, Catalina.

Drop the gun!
There's no way out.

Put your guns down,
or else I'll kill him.

Ana!

Don't move!

Going hands on.

Stay down!

30-David. Two
suspects in custody.

It's the end of the
line, Catalina. Put down

- the weapon and let him go.
- I'm not putting

my gun down, so we're
gonna have a problem here.

You all right? I'm good.

20-David to Command.
Third suspect in custody.

All clear.

Code 4.

Nice job.

Well, I'm glad you guys
arrived when you did.

I should thank
you and your team.

Straight up,

you should stop with
that competitive streak.

That damn near got you killed.

And we may not be there
to save you the next time.

But Vasquez will be.

Stop treating her
like your enemy.

She's an asset and an
ally, one of the best

that you will ever
have in your career.

Teamwork is what this
job is all about.

Yeah. She can be
a good teammate.

Well, now it's on you to
start treating her like one.

- Thanks again.
- Mm-hmm.

Vasquez. What are
you doing back here?

Wanted to say thank you all for
letting me ride with SWAT today.

Well, you don't
need to thank us.

Feel like I do. You
guys saved my career.

Well, we were happy to help.

But don't let your bosses forget

it was your work that
helped catch this crew.

Or I'll remind 'em myself.

Take care, Commander.
Today was quite the day.

Yeah. It was.

Hey.

Not sure how I'm ever gonna
repay you for this one.

Nah, don't even sweat it.

I'm glad you called. For real.

You know, one thing
I'll always have over

my colleagues at
the FBI is this.

I don't just mean SWAT's help.

I mean having
friends like these.

Like you, Hondo.

No, Vasquez. We ain't friends.

We're family.

Okay. All right, I like
the way that sounds.

Give my best to Nichelle
and Vivienne, yeah?

- Will do.
- All right.

You stay safe - out there.
- Bet.

It's a shame Vasquez is
going back to the FBI.

She fit right in.

With her skills, she'd be
a great asset to 20-Squad.

Maybe we shouldn't
have helped her.

If we'd just let her get fired,

20-Squad could
snap her right up.

Seriously, though.

Got to imagine that
Hicks is all over you

about finding replacements
for Street and Luca.

- Eventually me.
- Yeah, he is.

I mean, I can't keep
pulling from other teams

as a stopgap measure.

Deacon?

All cards on the table,

I've avoided the vetting process

until recently 'cause
there's some people

you just can't replace.

Thank you. That's very kind.

I was talking about
Street and Luca.

Of course you were.

- Hey, babe.
- Hey, beautiful.

What is this about?

Ain't nothing but a little
candlelit dinner for two.

Oh, what did you cook?

No, no, no, no. See,
I got the good goods.

Takeout from Omari's.

And the occasion is?

Let's just consider it
a re-do of date night.

I was a little
distracted last night,

and I wanted to make up for it.

Aw, that's so sweet, Hondo.

You didn't have to do that.

I absolutely did.

So tonight, I'm not gonna
think about résumés,

work or anything else.

I'm gonna focus on you.

Mmm.

- Oh.
- Oh.

And our happy daughter.

Ooh, coming, baby girl.

Mmm.

Hey, Maggie.

I-I know I'm imposing,
but can I come in?

Sure.

I just wanted to
say a few things.

I don't know if it's
going to change anything,

and, you know, that's fine.

I just, uh... I-I
want to respect

your wishes, and if
you really want us

to go our separate ways, then,

I'll accept it.

Why don't you have a seat, Bob?

I know I... I blindsided
you earlier, and

you deserve a chance to
say what you want to say.

Yeah. Look, I know

that you were there for me
and Barb during her sickness.

And you saw how
bad it got for her.

And how bad it got for you, Bob.

Right. But... but
here's the thing.

As bad as it was,

Barb and I got closer

in those last days
than we had ever been.

I didn't know you could learn
so much more about a person

going through a struggle
like that, but I did.

We had some of our
deepest moments.

And I know I helped
ease her pain.

And she certainly helped
me begin to process mine.

And... as bad as those
last months got, I still

wouldn't trade 'em for anything.

My point is,

how about, instead of you moving
to your sister's in Phoenix,

you move in with me?

Bob... No.

You're not asking this
of me. I'm offering it.

The time that we've
spent together

the last 11 months is
the happiest I've been

in a long, long time.

And I don't want to miss
however many more good months

we have left.

I'm a big guy, okay?

I can handle
whatever comes after.

Truth is, I love you so much.

I don't want to do this alone.

You won't.

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