All language subtitles for S.W.A.T. 6x11 - Atonement (English)

- Previously on S.W.A.T...
- Officer Luca?

- Yeah.
- My name is Eva Durant.

I'm your sister.

What are you talking about?

- I don't have a sister.
- I'm afraid you do.

I get that this isn't something
he wants to believe,

but it's the truth.

This is a girl who just
wants to know who her family is,

who she's connected to.
Can you accept that part of it?

You want to go somewhere

- and talk?
- Yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa! Slow down, moron.

You trying to get somebody killed?

I am sorry,

I am so sorry.

I was distracted.

Please forgive me.

Where's that accent from?

Ukraine. A town called Bezruky.

Quiet village.

Or, it was.

Shame what's going on out there.

Your village get hit bad?

We got some of the worst
shelling of the war.

That's rough.

Sorry you went through that.

Just keep your eyes on
the road, all right?

Have a nice day.

Thanks, Ukraine.

You too.

Hope L.A. treats you right.

Oh!

- Oh!
- Okay.

Airmail city, baby.

Boo, Rocker!

How'd I make it look so damn pretty?

All right, you got that one
out your system.

That was luck right there.

Hey, might be all she wrote
for 20-Squad.

Yeah, little premature, Alfaro.
It ain't over yet.

Yo, come on,
Hondo, you got this. Let's go.

His boys got to get out my way.
Give me my lane.

Come on, back up.

Come on, Hondo!

- What'd I miss?
- Whole game, almost.

Oh, thank God.

50-Squad's up 18-15

going into this round.
Rocker just hit a four-bagger.

Come on, Hondo, keep us alive!

- Let's go, baby.
- Let's go!

- We got people placing bets now?
- Yeah.

Remind me how this even started.

- Cornhole?
- No, no, no.

The squads competing
every year to get out of working

the St. Paddy's Day parade...
where'd that come from?

Beats me, man. SWAT's been doing it
since my dad's days.

Hondo puts this in

- or it's over.
- Hey.

- Hope you're paying attention, big boy.
- Mm.

You're about to witness
greatness. Here we go!

Oh!

Boom!

20-Squad stays alive! Yeah.

50-Squad's up, 20 to 15.

What say we up the ante?

Oh, here we go.

Squad that loses

covers the other squad's
parade assignments...

all of them... the rest of the year.

No, no, no. Don't-don't do it, Hondo.

No, they-they got Fourth of July.

We got Thanksgiving. Go for it.

So, what do you think?

You know what? You got yourself a deal.

Attaboy, Rocker!

Yeah.

Should have looked at the calendar, man.

We also got the Christmas parade
this year, too.

Game's over!

Car bombing,

49th and Everett. 20-Squad, showtime.

Hey, everybody needs to move back.

Get to the sidewalk.
Everybody make space.

- Get 'em out.
- Back up, come on.

Luca, get those cops to move the
perimeter back to preserve evidence.

Okay. Bring it back,
at least 20 feet more.

- It's not your average car bomb.
- You ain't lying.

When's the last time
you saw a kick-out this size?

Been a while. 20, 25-foot blast radius?

Twenty-eight and a half.

Vasquez.

Got to tighten up your
response time. You boys

- stop for take-out?
- Oh, okay.

The FBI field office is,
what, three blocks away?

- You get an ID on the victim?
- Not yet.

The strength of the bomb blast
didn't, uh,

leave much to work with.
Once our bomb tech

says it's clear, we can get in,
recover dental records,

VIN number, but it's gonna take a while.

Well, whoever did this didn't just
want him dead. This was a statement.

FBI's theory, too. Our prelim

swipe-test found chlorine
trifluoride on the frame.

Extremely volatile compound,
highly corrosive.

Turns ordinary explosives into...
well, this.

- Hey, Vasquez.
- Yeah?

Can we take a look at that evidence?

Yeah.

Excuse me. Hey, can I see that emblem?

Thanks.

This came off the bumper.

F.A.B.

That's Faith Across Borders.

It's a charitable organization
that helps refugees.

I know one of the founders.

Please tell me you have
his phone number.

Well, I mean, if I did,
it's been ten or 15 years

since I've called it.

Hey. Hey, were you
nearby when it went off?

Yeah. Talked to the driver
seconds before it happened.

Poor guy was a world away from home.

Where'd he say home was?

Ukraine.

Yeah, looks like the war
followed him here.

Line's disconnected. I'll
keep trying to contact him.

- You said this guy's a preacher?
- He's a Catholic priest.

I was in an accident way back,

and he was the chaplain at the hospital.

We grew close.

Last I heard, he was still involved

with the organization.
If the victim was driving

a F.A.B. car, then Father Dorner
knows who it is.

FBI's been intercepting
chatter on the dark web.

Russian extremist groups
intend to carry out attacks

on Ukrainian refugees in the U.S.

- The threats get any more specific?
- Yeah.

A lot more specific.
A few sources have predicted

this M.O. with this explosive agent.

If the priest that you know
works with refugees

and if our victim turns out to be one,

I'm gonna ask to pull SWAT into
a joint task force with us.

You just said "attacks," as in multiple.

Feds don't think
this bombing is a one-off?

We fear this may be the first
in a series. Or worse,

a practice run for something
much, much bigger.

My bosses don't want to go wide with
the intel to avoid public panic.

And I can't say that I agree,
but we don't know

how credible the intelligence is.

I guess we do now.

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- I take it this is our victim?
- Yeah, Pavlo Koslov.

He and his family
came from Ukraine two months ago

through a Catholic relief program
called Faith Across Borders.

His wife, Boyka, and sons,
Maxim and Mykola, 19 and 20.

From what we've learned, the Koslovs

are an extremely close family.

Lucky they weren't all in that car.

Let's have 'em brought
in until our offender's in custody.

We tried.

We can't find them. We sent
agents to the parish dormitory

housing refugee families.
Apparently, the Koslovs left

after hearing the news.

Witnesses said they looked
distraught and scared.

Probably worried
they'll be targeted next.

Tough way to grieve.

Why would Russian extremists
target a Ukrainian barley farmer?

A trial run, maybe.

It's not uncommon for these
groups to road test explosives

on a soft mark. A refugee like
Pavlo is as soft as they come.

The Russian extremist forums
that we monitor

are cheering the bombing
as a preview for what's to come.

- Any group claim responsibility?
- Not yet. But chatter's

picked up.
We think whoever is behind this

is planning a mass casualty event.

Hey, gunman just hit
a chemical plant downtown.

Shot a technician before
making off with 30 liters

of the chemical from our blast site.

30 liters of chlorine trifluoride?

Depending on the mode of explosive,

that-that's enough to kill hundreds.

You got anything more on the gunman?

No. Fled the scene
in a stolen Land Rover.

I'm trying to contact the owner
so we can tap its nav system.

Well, I'm heading to that plant
to see what else I can find.

- Can I roll with?
- Yeah, go.

This family's in danger.
I want 'em found.

Any refugees willing to talk,
scoop them up too.

We need to know
what they're running from

if we're gonna prevent another attack.

Already on it.

Father Dorner.

Can't tell you how great it is
to see your face again.

David. Or should I say Sergeant?

- You got silver around the edges.
- Yeah.

Little more salt than pepper now, yeah.

- You're one to talk.
- Well, I went gray at 35.

Working in a trauma wing will do that.

Yeah. Listen, um,

sorry we don't have more time
to catch up properly.

And like I said on the phone,
I'm sorry for Mr. Koslov.

I didn't know him very long.

Um, a few phone calls arranging visas

the couple months since they've
been living at the dormitory.

Can you think of any reason why
someone would want to kill him?

- Does a terrorist need a reason?
- Yeah.

I heard Pavlo and his
wife Boyka were getting

more involved with the Ukrainian
community here, the anti-war

effort, but they weren't
exactly outspoken.

So, if Pavlo's murder was a
test run for Russian extremists,

there's a chance that
he may have crossed paths

with someone that chose him as a target.

Is there anyone we should
talk to that knew his family...

friends or neighbors?

Oh, there is one girl,
another refugee. Uh, Oksana.

She lives down the hall
in the dormitory.

I think she and Pavlo's wife were close,

but you'd do better asking her.
Oksana Melnik.

Okay. Oksana. Thank you.

Look at this place.

I am proud of you, David.

A fulfilling job, a family
at home. It's amazing how far

you've come since that angry
young man in a hospital bed.

I really was angry, wasn't I?

It's just that I was a
different person back then.

Sometimes I wonder how
I even got here from there.

I learned early on as a chaplain...

what's that old quote... uh,

"The most incredible thing about
miracles is that they happen."

Hmm.

What up, Durant?

When you gonna start calling me Eva?

Aw, I never had a sister to tease,

so I got a few years to make up for.

Look, I know you guys
are swamped with this bombing,

so if you want to do this
at another time...

No. No, no.
I can still make a quick intro,

I just can't stay.

Terry's parking now.

- Saw the cornhole boards out there.
- Yeah.

I hear 20-Squad and 50-Squad
are locked in a battle.

- Heck yeah.
- Patrol wanted in on the action.

Our pot's up to 600 bucks.

Oh, you're kidding. You place a bet?

Yeah, I might have thrown some cash in.

I hear Rocker's pretty damn good.

Oh, no! 50-squad?

You put your money on the enemy?
Where's the loyalty, Durant?

What kind of sister are you?

Half. Or so she says.

Terry, meet our sister, Eva Durant.

Hi.

I'm sorry, "So she says?"
You don't think we're related?

All right.

I didn't think I was
gonna have to do this.

I only brought it in case
you guys wanted it.

You decide if it's ever the right time

- to tell your dad.
- What is it?

It's a paternity test.

Proving Carl Luca's my father.

Lawyers unsealed
my mom's will last week.

Apparently she tested him
without him even knowing.

By what, going through his trash?

You know, I have no idea,
but she was a cop.

And I guess she
wanted me to know after all.

You don't have to prove anything.

What are you doing, bro?
I already explained

everything on the phone.
If you weren't ready to do this,

- we didn't have to meet.
- This is not news

to me, man... I've known
about her for three years.

- What are you talking about?
- Wha... H-How?

I-I just found out weeks ago.

Remember that time

that I was getting back
on my feet and I was staying

with Mom and Dad for
a little while? Well, her mom

shows up on the doorstep
with that piece of paper.

Thank God Mom and Dad were out of town.

Three years... that must have been

when my mom found out she was sick.

I wouldn't know.

Conversation didn't last
very long. I don't know

if she was there for an apology,
whether she wanted money...

I was not gonna let her ruin
Mom and Dad's twilight years,

and I'm not gonna
let you do it now, so...

Well, that's, um...
that's not at all what I want.

Yeah, sure.

Okay, this was a mistake.

Yep.

All of it. Sorry I ever reached out.

- Wait. Durant. Eva. Ev...
- Bye. Thanks.

Why would you treat her like that?

How could you not tell me
we had a baby sister?

If you want to air out
Dad's dirty laundry, go ahead.

Be my guest. Give him a c...

Even better,
why don't you give Mom a call?

Maybe it'll go down a little easier

coming from the family's golden boy.

Eva just wanted to feel
like part of a family.

- So?
- Okay?

I should have warned her
out messed-up ours is

and I should have told her
who you really are.

- Oh. Who am I?
- Yeah.

- Truth?
- Yeah.

You're a deadbeat.

You're a deadbeat hell-bent on

tearing down anyone
happier than you, Terry.

Which is everyone.

I only hung out with Durant

a few times. I feel closer to her

than I ever did with my loser brother.

Man, screw you.
Screw this whole damn family.

- Screw you, too, Terry.
- I don't even know why I try anymore.

Just heard Tan got something
off a security tape

- from the chemical plant?
- Bomber placed a call

in Russian as he stole the
chemical... translated to

- "it's enough to kill them all.
- "Kill them all?

Sounds like they got
something bigger planned.

This is what I don't get.

Russian operations are known
for being prepared.

This looks more like a
guy improvising on the fly.

Any luck tracking the Land Rover?

No, no dice. Nav system's been disabled.

Luca's trying to find a work-around.

Hey, remind me the name
of the refugee girl

- we're talking to.
- Oksana.

Father Dorner thinks that
she might have an idea

where the Koslovs are hiding out.

Seeing him again today must have
stirred up some memories.

- You holding up okay?
- Yeah, sure.

Oksana, I'm Sergeant Harrelson,
this is Sergeant Kay.

We'd like to ask you a few
questions about the Koslov family.

We hear you've been spending
time down the hall at their place,

that-that you and Mrs. Koslov
are close...

as in, friends.

Yes, Boyka teaches me to cook.

My mother... she...

...she died in the war.

I'm really sorry to hear that.

Boyka's husband, her sons...

outside of the building where we live...

- I do not really know them.
- Do you have any idea

where they may have gone
once they heard the news

about Mr. Koslov?
Did you ever overhear them

discuss fearing for their lives?

We are refugees.

We all live in fear.

Is why we left Ukraine.

I used to lie in bed at night and wait

for shell to drop through roof.

To wonder if I will not wake up.

I can't imagine experiencing
that as a 16-year-old.

My father thought America was safe.

But after what happen to Mr. Koslov,

he thinks we made a
mistake in coming here.

But where else would we go?

When did you last see the Koslovs?

Last night. I did not stay long.

Just to borrow some milk.

How'd the family seem to you?

Did you notice anything unusual?

My father says it is just my
imagination.

Well, now is the time to share,

because whoever bombed
Mr. Koslov will do it again.

And a lot more people next time.

To me, the whole family seem nervous.

Like when you lie and wait for a shell.

Like something is coming.

- But this is just what I think.
- Hey.

Need you guys out here.

Excuse us.

Got a lead on the stolen Land Rover.

How? I thought you said
they disabled the Nav system.

They did, but I talked
to the car's owner, okay?

He left his gym bag in the trunk.

Had these fancy new earbuds
inside, they were complete

- with tracking technology.
- Did you ping the earbuds?

CHP pulled them from a pile
of trash near an off-ramp.

I thought it was a dead end, right?

But the data shows that the
earbuds were stationary for

two hours earlier, just outside
of a building at 12th and Olive.

Right, that's less than a mile

- from where Tan and Vasquez are.
- Yep.

Did you tell them to head to this place?

They're landing now.

How far out's your team?

12 minutes. Yours?

Ten. But knowing Luca,
they'll be here in eight.

Hey, Tan, the chemical
needs to be handled

at low temps. An A/C room

would be the perfect place
to build explosives.

- Vasquez.
- Yeah?

Label on that case says CLF3.

Chlorine trifluoride.
Both canisters are gone.

Industrial-sized pressure cookers.

They're gone, too.

Two bombs already made.

LAPD. Stop right there!

FBI. Put your hands up!

Give me your hands!
Hands behind your back!

It's Boyka Koslov.

Pavlo's widow?

Yeah, it's her.

No doubt about it.

You're too late.

We got what we want.

You will all pay.

So the family we were worrying
about... not a family at all.

Not Ukrainian refugees, either.

We got a match on her prints.
She belongs to a group

of Russian terrorists.
Embedded themselves

into the Ukrainian community to attack

- from within.
- So the man posing as the father,

what, blew himself up by accident?

Chlorine trifluoride combusts on its own

if mishandled. Which explains
why we didn't find a detonator

among the wreckage.
If he hit a speed bump

at a bad angle... kaboom.

Woman's real name is Uma Petrova.

She bombed a refugee camp
in Warsaw last year.

Posed as a cook,
blew up their mess hall.

What about her other two comrades?

Dmitri Enten and Lev Gorki. All four

belong to a terrorist
faction called Victory Force.

They're hard-core ultra-nationalists

who want an ethnically pure society,

free of foreign influence. A new USSR.

Oh, great, just what the world needs.

Yeah.

Now, Interpol thinks these two
run the operation.

They were gone when we got there,

but they built two bombs.

You put chlorine trifluoride in one
of those and detonate it in public?

Yeah, three-digit death toll of
the Mumbai train bombings with

round-the-clock coverage
of the Boston Marathon's.

The bonfire she started
in that oil drum...

FBI agents just extracted
a melted hard drive from it.

Do they think they can salvage it?

We'll find out. It's
on its way to forensics lab.

The woman you picked up,
uh Boyka, Uma...

whatever the hell her name is...

has anybody taken a crack at her?

Not yet. Agents are coming to
take her into federal custody.

With a racial zealot like this,
they usually want the first shot.

Well, it's a good thing
we didn't ask for permission.

I see you heard the news.

I'm the reason this so-called
family got into the country.

A Ukrainian farmer
calls us out of the blue,

says, uh, his-his land's been
shelled and his family has

- nowhere to go.
- Father Dorner, it's not your fault.

They would have found some other way in.

FBI's ready to speak again,
Father. He'll walk you over.

That guilt you carried...

how often do you
still think about Keith?

Well, for a long time,
I prayed for him every day.

Lately...

I couldn't say.

- He's taking it pretty hard.
- Yeah.

What'd he mean by "the guilt you carry"?

I wasn't the greatest guy at 21.

I drank a lot, fought a lot,

couldn't keep a girl.

My buddy, Keith...

...he had everything going for him.

He didn't even want
to go to Vegas that weekend.

But I had to see this band.
Neither one of us wanted

to drive back to L.A.

I had this construction job
in the morning,

so I convinced him to drive.

Almost home, 4:00 a.m.,

I fell asleep.

I guess Keith did, too.

I woke up in the ICU

with a chaplain holding my hand...

...giving me the news
that my friend was gone.

Well, it's good thing Father Dorner
was there to help you through.

Yeah. He's a good man. He listened to me

curse out God for-for

taking Keith instead of me.

And...

I said, "Well, I might
be swearing at Him, but at least

I'm-I'm talking to Him
for the first time in my life."

And Father Dorner
looked at me and he said,

"Well, that's a start."

It's funny how that works,

someone finding you when
you need 'em the most.

Having someone like that there for me,

at that moment...

He's the only reason I made it.

He's why I am who I am.

As hard as it is to say...

that accident put my life on track.

Gave me my faith.

Made me worthy of a woman
like Annie, of my kids.

What if that tragedy had never happened?

What do you mean?

Keith dying.

That's-that's the reason why
I have everything that I have.

We know who you are.

We know about your terrorist
cabal, Victory Force.

If I really am some important terrorist,

they wouldn't send two...

...whatever the two of you are.

Sorry, but this
is as white as this room's

gonna get for you right now.

I read up

on this extremist group of yours.

How you like to play the long game,

blend in with your victims
before you strike.

Someone like you

does not understand
the discipline it takes

to live each day in different
skin, so the people you despise

will take you in as one of them.

To just "blow people up"

will not do.

It must be right people, at right time.

You're talking about innocent lives.

In war, no one is innocent.

You wouldn't understand.

Neither of you knows war.

Well, I'm not sure you know
who you're speaking to.

Well, Black teenagers

doing drive-by shooting does not

- count as war.
- And neither does planting

pressure cooker bombs in a crowd.

I've seen plenty of war, lady.

Real war. Street war.
And enough to know that

what you're talking about
is something diabolical.

Something cowardly.

The two men that are still

out there... give us their targets.

Lives can still be saved.

The enemy does not deserve to be saved!

The West interferes
in Russian affairs too long.

The U.S. is a nation
of degenerate mongrels.

It is Ukraine who drank
American poison infecting us.

So we will stop infection

and create a new day of victory

for all the world to see.

Guessing this is the work
of this Victory Force group?

Yeah, last May they bombed
a ferry full of refugees

on the Black Sea.
They spent, like, a week

working in the galley
beforehand, doing surveillance

- while they rigged the ship to blow.
- And speaking of surveillance,

Forensics just sent over every
file they could extract from

our suspects' hard drive.

Thousands of photos that we need
to go through, one by one.

These pictures are all of
Eastern Europe.

This is prep for their past attacks,
not what they're planning

in L.A... this isn't gonna help much.

You never know, man. She wanted

to torch the hard drive for a reason.

Hey, I thought I saw your
brother walking out of here earlier.

I've never seen Terry upset
like that. You two cool?

Yeah, no. I'm fine. Terry's Terry.

Something to do with a half-sister

- that just came out of the woodwork?
- Look,

ask Terry. He's known
about her for three years.

He reads her the riot act,
and for what...

to defend the parents he's been
at odds with his whole life?

Please.

It took me, like,
two hours to welcome Eva as a sister.

He's kept this secret for three years?

And he comes in that hot? I mean,

- what the hell's wrong with him?
- I can't begin

to understand the shock
of meeting a new sibling.

But I do know what it's like
to be a younger brother

to someone I admire.
Terry keeping it a secret,

trying to defend your family...

maybe he was just doing
what he thought you would do.

No, I'm not hanging on
the line while you ponder

who's got a lighter touch
with a damn beanbag, Jack.

Aren't you missing an early
bird special somewhere?

Yeah, a-all right. Yeah, sure.

Unbelievable.

What happened... Mumford get
wind of our cornhole contest?

You believe that guy?

Calling me about a
bar game on a day like today?

He trying to get you to lay a side bet?

The man who used to
put money on which rookie

would finish a burger first?
Yeah, he tried.

I don't have time for that crap anymore.

Come on, Commander. How much he get you
to bet on me?

Well... let's just say
you better not lose.

I got this.

Anyway, I just came to tell you that

that Russian she-wolf we interrogated...

- she's on her way to federal lock-up.
- Good. Good riddance.

I think we might have found
the bombers' target.

They surveilled a building
in L.A... look at this pic.

No idea where it is, but that's
an L.A. city bus in front.

I know I've driven by that gate.

I count a couple of Ukrainian flags

in that group.
Are those people tourists?

Wait a minute.

Look at the reflection
in the bus window.

That building... that's
on Vermont Avenue.

- That's the Ukrainian consulate.
- The consulate's their target.

I'll tell the Bureau and have
50-Squad meet you there.

FBI's docked in front.

They're steering the evacuation
with consulate security.

Bomb squad is sniffing the building.

Tan, show 'em who we're looking for.

Dmitri Enten and Lev Gorki.

- Get a look at their faces, boys.
- Couple a beauties.

All right, they're probably
here as kitchen staff

to sneak pressure cookers in.

Food service trucks,
delivery vans. We need eyes

on every person near those vehicles.

- Split and search.
- Hey,

leave your vehicles behind
and move that way.

- Go, go.
- No one

goes near the building.

Get away from the building.

- Move, move.
- Move!

Deacon.

Hey. Hey!

Suspect's taking off!

Luca, carefully. Could be a bomb.

It's kitchen equipment. No explosives.

Who are you? Who do you work for?

- Uh, Alameda Meats.
- Why you running from the cops?

I-I have a warrant.
I skipped my court date.

That's all, I-I swear.

Come on.
Get up, get up, get out of here.

Out towards the street. Go, go.

- Bomb squad find anything inside?
- Still sweeping.

So far, nothing.
No sign of our suspects either.

Well, maybe they got spooked.

Think about it.
Their friend blows himself up,

they make backup explosives,
realize we're onto 'em.

Maybe they changed course.

Well, those bombs are gonna explode

whether they have a plan B or not.

They stole chlorine trifluoride from

a highly-controlled lab environment.

In a pressure cooker
made of stainless steel,

the chemical's shelf life
is extremely limited.

- How long we got before they blow?
- One,

maybe two hours, tops.

Our suspects have to find
another target, fast.

Then we're running out
of time to find 'em.

Vasquez talk to the FBI chem lab?

They confirmed that the
chlorine trifluoride

will only hold up another
90 minutes, if that.

Wait, so if we don't find
these bombers and somehow

get this chemical back in
a lab-controlled environment...

Fireworks.

Hondo and I just got off the phone

with the Ukrainian consul general.

Tan, I need to take another look

at the bombers' surveillance
of the consulate.

Thought these guys changed course.

- Isn't the consulate a dead end?
- Not necessarily.

This photo was taken
two weeks ago today.

Consul general just gave us a list
of everyone who toured that day.

And on it was one of our
suspect's aliases.

There. I recognize that girl's tattoo.

Who's that?

It's Oksana Melnik. Teenage refugee,

lives down the hall from our suspects.

Same girl who said that she didn't
really know them.

So why's she all the way across
town in a photo

one of our bombers took?

Well, we're about to find out.
She's still around.

Commander and Vasquez are
gonna want to take the next run at her.

We know

that you toured the
consulate to provide cover

while our suspect
surveilled the building.

The way we see it,

you're probably a Russian imposter,

- same as them.
- Never.

I would bleed for Ukraine.

His real name is Dmitri?

He's so quiet, always indoors,
spending time with family.

Two of you had a relationship.

It was a secret.

Okay? He said we cannot
tell anyone until I am 18,

but now I know he is Russian terrorist.

He never loved me. Nothing he said

was true. I would
kill him myself if I could.

Besides your consulate tour,
did Dmitri photograph

other places you know of?

I do not know
what he was doing. I just...

I thought he liked taking pictures.

Looking back on that day,
I think he just

wanted to blend in with the choir.

- Choir... what choir?
- My Ukrainian folk choir.

We performed at consulate that day.

And so Dmitri was just
there taking pictures

and no one found that weird?

Why would they?
He came to every rehearsal.

He said he liked to hear me sing.

Truth is, he just

wandered around the church
with his camera.

- He took pictures of the church?
- Y-Yes. I think so.

Where does your choir rehearse, Oksana?

Saint Michael's Ukrainian Church...

- it is on Adams Street.
- If the bombers

are putting together their plan
on the fly, they're gonna stick

to the targets they already
canvassed, like that church.

Yeah.

Straight to voice mail.

Saint Michael's Holy Ukrainian Church.

Please join us this afternoon

for a peace vigil and reception
honoring those working

to bring peace to Ukraine, as we...

Let's go.

- You hitch a ride with 20-Squad.
- Yeah.

Can I help you?

We have the food order
for the reception.

I thought it was a potluck.

- Was there a change in plans?
- Yes.

Something like that.

I know you.

Yes, I've seen you with the choir.

Oksana's friend?

Come in.

Come in.

We'll set up in banquet area, yes?

You know where it is?

Just down the stairs, under the church.

Yes.

All right, my team's
a few miles behind us.

Bomb squad's on their tail.

- Tell your guys to take Monroe.
- Will do.

I'll have FBI agents blocking
every street feeding the church.

No escape route for these guys.

How far out are we, Luca?

- Three miles.
- All right, cut the siren on approach.

We go in stealth.
We don't need our suspects

getting trigger-happy
if they hear us coming.

You got it, boss.

Hello? Is there anyone down here?

LAPD! Stay away from the church.

We need a perimeter here.

Clear the area as fast as you can.

You guys go, get people out.

Vasquez, with me.

LAPD!

We need you to exit the church.

Move. Move.

Let's go. Out of the church.

Stay calm.

What is that?

- Good job.
- Out the front.

Everyone go, go, go, go.

Come on, keep moving, keep moving.

Everybody out the front, let's go.

Hey, I've got movement downstairs.

I'm gonna go check it out.

Roger.

People are almost evacuated.
We're clearing the alter.

Bomb in the sanctuary.

Less than three minutes on the timer.

Roger. FBI bomb squad
just landed, coming in

through the front.

I got eyes on a second armed explosive.

There's a hostage bound in the corner.

Downstairs banquet room.

Are you okay?

I know you're back there.

Why don't you put the gun
down and step on out.

Today, the world sees
what happens to infidels

and mongrels. And to
nations that meddle.

Listen to me.
We can all walk out of here

if you disarm that thing.

This can end peacefully.

No. I'm afraid it cannot.

Being a martyr wasn't part of your plan.

You don't want to do this.

Is not about want.

It is about duty.

Is duty of every true Russian

to destroy her enemies like rabid dogs.

And the West is diseased!

You guys might want to get out of here.

Any sort of contact
with these lid clamps

might trigger the device.

This sort of timer
can be reprogrammed with

a four-digit code.

I got a codebreaker right here.

Hey, getting a little close there, pal.

I hear something in the kitchen.

It's your last chance to get out alive.

Cover!

Vasquez, get to the back.

I have plenty of ammo.

Here.

- Now, Vasquez.
- FBI!

Suspect down.

Deac, you copy?

Deacon.

Hey, you okay?

- Yeah, can you get up?
- Mm-hmm.

All right. I need to you
to get out of the church

and go as far as you can.

Go, go, go. 30-David.

Hostage is on her way out to you.

Second suspect in custody.

All right.

How do I disarm this thing?

Okay, the bombers
set a four-digit code that stops

the timer. Haven't found it yet.

Think, think. The group's

called Victory Force.
They're about racial purity,

defeating enemies.

Do Russians have any
lucky numbers that relate?

Is there some year
that's important to them?

Uh, a patriotic date, maybe?

What'd the suspect we interrogated

say about a day of reckoning?

Said they wanted to create a day
of victory for the world to see.

Russia has an actual Victory Day, right?

- Does anyone know the date?
- Yeah, I think it's in

- May.
- May 9th.

The ferry they blew up on the Black Sea

last spring, okay... that
was on Victory Day.

- May 9th.
- Oh-five,

oh-nine. No go.

Do day, then month, European style.

0-9-0-5.

That's it.

- It worked.
- It worked.

Secured.

I hate bombs.

So, I hear you got to finish some big

cornhole match when you get back?

Don't tell me you bet on it.

How dumb do I look?

You gonna win?

Oh, who knows.

Rocker's been putting in more
bar time than me, so...

I just wish my team didn't have their
holiday plans riding on it.

Our little SWAT rivalries

must seem silly to you,
huh, being a big-time fed?

Little bit.

But after a day like today, man,

is that such a bad thing?

- Right.
- Listen, you ever want to transfer

over to the dark side,
you give me a call, okay?

How dumb do I look?

- Later.
- See you.

- Here you go.
- Yep.

Hey. Was just showing

Terry your locker. He wanted
to leave something for you.

All right. Same thing

we used to leave Mr. Reimer
on his porch?

Trust me, thought about it, but, uh, no.

Wrote a letter.

I'm gonna bounce. Rocker's
probably out there by now.

See you, Terry.

No, dude, it's not for you, jackass.

It's for Eva.

Look, I don't know if it was

defensive instincts or whatever,
but I was a jerk.

I'm just trying
to make it right with her.

Can you please give her that letter?

You know, I've been
giving a lot of thought

to what you said about
our family being messed-up.

It was the first time
I ever heard you admit it.

Well, it's true, isn't it?

Yeah, but then now
it's up to you and I to fix it.

Should never have kept that
secret from you, man. I'm sorry.

- Wish I could take it back.
- I know how you feel.

Sorry for what I said, for calling you

- a loser.
- Especially since

- you're the loser.
- Aw...

- I'll get this to her, all right?
- All right.

Thank you.

There it is, there it is! Oh!

Yeah! Come on!

Yeah! There you go!

There you go.

20-19, 50-Squad.

Back to the team leaders.

All right, come on, let's go, Hondo.

Hope 20-Squad doesn't have
any big Christmas plans

- later this year.
- Just the light parade

to see you all
on Santa's security detail.

- All right, keep dreaming.
- Hey, Rocker,

you know I learned how to play
this game in the Marines, right?

All the way out there in Somalia.

Why you think
I'm so nice with a beanbag?

Good for you.

Nothing teaches you how to win

under pressure like being in a war zone.

It's all psychological, man.
It's just you

and that hole right there. Watch this.

Go. Go, Hondo, go.

Yeah!

- Let's go. Come on.
- Yeah!

That's how we do. What you got?

- Choke, choke, choke.
- Uh-huh.

Oh! Okay.

Time to stop messing around.

Boom!

Last bag. Hondo's in a tough spot.

Hondo, you got to shoot it!

We ain't in Somalia no more.

- Okay.
- Shoot it.

All right, here we go.
This is for 20-Squad.

Big drag.

Hondo just made it.

Rocker has to get it to make it a wash.

This could be game, what you gonna do?

- Let's go, Rocker.
- All right, Rocker,

you miss, you lose.

Merry Christmas, Hondo.

- Oh!
- Shank!

20-Squad for the win! Yeah!

You got to pay up, Jack.

Let's go!

- Yeah!
- 20-Squad!

Oh, yeah! 20-Squad!

- That's how we do.
- Come on!

- That's how we do. Yeah!
- Come on, baby!

Just wanted to say how sorry I am

about the way
that all went down earlier.

This is, uh, from Terry.

He wants to fix things.

Look,
you can read it whenever you're ready.

Look, I told him how lucky we are

to have you as part of our family.

I swear he's such a good guy
once you get to know him.

Yeah, I'm sure he is.

Look, I came to thank you
for what you tried to do.

But Terry's right.

I'm not a part of your family.

And I never was.

- You can keep his letter.
- Hey.

Durant. Come on,
don't leave it like that.

Eva.

Please?

For 20 years I've
tried to tell myself it wasn't my fault.

The problem is...

it's kind of a lie, isn't it?

If I hadn't forced Keith to drive,

if I'd just stayed awake...

If I'd been a good friend...

he'd still be here.

I'm sorry to Keith, his family,

to God.

I've always been s-so sorry.

God knows that.

Keith does too.

The tragedy isn't what
turned your life around, David.

By the grace of God,

you made that choice.

Then why do I still feel guilty?

Because a miracle happened to you,
David Kay,

a flawed young man who became
a less-than-perfect adult.

You never felt worthy
of that transformation

and yet a miracle happened, didn't it?

I-I didn't... I didn't grow up
in a very religious house.

We went to mass on Christmas and Easter.

I always felt like an
imposter sitting there.

- When'd that change?
- It was the day of Keith's funeral.

- You were still in the hospital.
- Yeah, but you

wheeled me to the chapel,

broken in every way.

And for hours,

I just stared at that altar.

That colorful light... it was
streaming onto the monstrance.

And I couldn't take my eyes off Christ.

God willing, I hope I never do.

Took me years to realize it,

but that day my life had direction.

That was my miracle.

No one does stained glass
like Catholics.

You've helped me more than you...

than you could possibly know, Father.

Thank you.

Right back at you.

God the Father of mercies has
sent the Holy Spirit among us for

the forgiveness of sins; may
God give you pardon and peace,

and I absolve you
in the Name of the Father,

and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.