All language subtitles for SWAT s03e11_English

Previously onSWAT...HICKS:
17-year-old Raymont Harris

was accidentally shot
by team leader Buck Spivey.

Now, this morning
I terminated Sergeant Spivey.

Have you heard
from him lately?

I think he might be having

some type of financial trouble.

Nate Warren.Street's brother.

I'm in some trouble, man.

Last week after
I closed the bar,

two guys bust in.

My boss Nolan, he's into
some shady business.

He says I must have
been in on the job.

Were you in on it?What?

No!Well, then what do you
want me to do?

Maybe you should
talk to him.

Where you headed?
It's your brother,
isn't it?

Why is it your job to save your
family every time they screw up?

I said, leave it.

You brought a cop?

STREET:
Relax. You let Nate walk away

from all this, and I don't tell
my friends in Narcotics

about your little
side business here.

Nobody move!

Get your hands up!Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You set me up again?

No, I didn't!We just came in
for a drink.

I will shoot you
in the face real...

easy!

Go. I'm gonna
take care of this.

Go, go!
All of you, go!

Time.

That's it.

Chris, that's time.
You're good.

Chris!

Hey, Deac.

Any word from
Street yet?

He's not returning my calls.No. And I just talked

to Luca-- he hasn't heard
anything, either.

He asked me
to keep him up to speed

while he's rehabbing
up in San Francisco.

It's been three days.
How worried

do you think we should be?I don't know.

Apparently, he left
a message for Hicks

saying he's just not coming in.

So at least we
know he's okay.

Physically, yeah.I knew something
was awry

when I heard his brother
was in trouble.Look, we all know

that Street's got
a soft spot for family,
so we just got to trust him.

Whatever he's going through,
he's gonna work it out.

Okay?

DEACON:
Look at that.
Buck Spivey.

Wait a minute. Look at you
all suited and booted.

What, you got
a calendar coming out?

[laughs]

You know, the photo shoot
for that is next week.

Ah. I knew I shouldn't have
dressed up for you smart-asses.

You look like you're
doing really good.Yeah, thanks. I, uh,

I finally figured out
that there's life after SWAT.

I hope you two schmucks
haven't forgotten

all the lessons I taught you.There he is,

the Buck we know and love.

[chuckles]
Well, listen,
you haven't, uh,

you haven't heard
from Street, have you?

No. Don't tell me
our boy's backsliding.No, the kid's

just gone AWOL
for a few days.I'm sorry to hear that.

I'll, uh, I'll give him a call.

But in the meantime,
Deac, you got a minute?

I want to... I want to bend
your ear about something.

Okay, there's my cue.

I know when I'm not wanted.

Buck, it's good to see you, man.

Good to see you.

Come on.

I got a business proposal
that I want to tell you about.

If you're looking
for investors, Buck,

I'm the last guy
to talk to.
No, no.

We, uh, we got investors,
we got plenty of them.

What, uh,
what we need is you.

So, I'm, um, I'm hooked up
with a guy named Owen Bennett.

He's an ex-Army Ranger,
solid as they come.

And, uh,
we're looking to launch

a private security firm.

You know, real high-end.
And like I said, the investors,

they're-they're already
in place.

But what would really put things
over the top

would be to have you on board.

Active SWAT sergeant.

Police Star recipient.Buck, I don't think

I'm ready to give
up SWAT just yet.

Who said anything
about giving up SWAT?

I'm talking about a side gig.

You know,
hardly more than consulting.

Fully within regs.

When you sit down
with Owen,

he'll explain
the whole thing to you.

Look, I don't want to
waste the guy's time.

I... I'm picking up
plenty of overtime...

Deac, listen, I need you
to hear me out on this,

because it's, uh...

it's not just about money.

You were my number two
for how many years?

Now you're
Hondo's number two.

Right? I mean, this is
a real leadership opportunity.

This is something that SWAT
hasn't given you.

I'm not here to sell you.
I'll-I'll let Owen do that.

But just sit down
with him and talk.

That's... that's all I ask.

Okay.

Sure.

This is gonna be great...

for both of us.

[indistinct chatter]

Thank you.You're welcome.

♪

[screaming]

Nobody move!
Stay the hell

right where you are!Open the cage! Now!

You want me to kill him?
Open it!

Okay, okay, okay!Hurry up!

Hurry up!

Get out! Get out!

Come on! Move!

Hurry up!

Get out of there!
Move!

Hurry up!
Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Load it up, load it up,
load it up!

[zipper closes]

We got company!
Let's move! Move!

Move, move, move!
Come on, come on, come on!

[gunshots]

Robbery happening
in Card Room One.

Hey! Hey!

You under the table,
you stay right there,
you hear me?

You stay right there.
You don't move.

You move, you die.

Yo. We can't wait.
We gotta go, we gotta go.

[sirens wailing,
tires screeching]

[gunfire continues]

HONDO:
Five-man crew just hit

the Mandeville Card Casino.

At least two dead.
One of the gunmen

still holed up inside.What about the other four?

They got away.TAN:
And left their boy behind?

That's cold.That's what

separates them from us.

HONDO: The remaining guy's
locked in a cash cage,

and he's got the drop
on multiple hostages.

TAN: That's gonna
make him a tough get.

The cash cage at that place
is wrapped

in thick Lucite--
it's bulletproof for sure.

Sound like an expert
on the Mandeville Casino.
What are you, a regular?

Hardly. But weekends draw
the college kids

and bachelor parties,
and they're better at drinking

than playing poker--
helps my odds a little.

We're about 30 seconds away.HONDO:
All right, listen up,

with Luca injured
and now Street AWOL,

we're out of our normal rhythm.

That's when things can get
sloppy and people get hurt.

Let's get our heads on straight
and stay liquid.

[siren wailing]

Deacon, hunt down
the head of security

or whoever's in charge,
see what intel you can get. Go.

Chris, Tan, Becker,
you're with me.

Let's get a look at what
we're dealing with.

HONDO:
This is LAPD!
Everybody stay down

and keep calm!ROLLINS:
Back the hell up!

You hear me?
Hey, back the hell up!

Anybody comes anywhere near this
cage, I start wasting people!

HONDO: Listen to me, man.
We just want to talk to you.

We want to resolve this without
anyone else getting hurt.

Think we can do that?That really depends
on you, doesn't it?

DEACON [on radio]:
Hondo, Tan was right.

Glass is bulletproof.
Rear wall is steel-reinforced.

Thing's a fortress.

CHRIS:
He's got eyes on every approach.

Whatever we go at him with,
he's gonna see it coming.

Which means
he'll have time

to take those hostages
down with him.

HONDO:
We got to get creative.

Tan, we still got those
hopper guns, right?

Yup.We got any paint rounds

left over from that training
exercise we did with LASD?

Yeah, we got a ton of 'em.All right, go.

Go get 'em. I got
you covered. Move.

Yo, man,
it don't make no sense

us yelling back and
forth like this!

We're gonna get you a phone,
all right?

Nobody's coming near you!

We're gonna let the robot drop
off the phone so we can talk!

All right,
that's as far

as the robot
can reach.

You're gonna have
to grab the phone.

Tan, now.

Go, go, go,

go, go, go, go,
go, go, go!

Going with the pepper spray.

[coughing]

This is done, man!

You hear me?
It's over!

Let's go!
Come out slowly!

Throw your gun
out first!

Don't be stupid!

[yells]

Move in, Tan.

Move in.

We're closed.

You better step back off me.

You got a heck of a sack
coming back in here.

Both of you.

Yeah, I figured we had
unfinished business.

Yeah, the 50 grand in heroin
Nate's on the hook for.

No. The way I see it,

Nate's debt is paid.

Consider it the cost

of me cleaning up your mess.

My mess?

You're the one
who killed those two.

Yeah, I shot them,

stopped them
from ripping you off, so...

that pays for Nate.

Now he walks away.

I walk away.

You and I never have
to see each other

or speak of this again.

And if you get pinched by
the cops on something else

and think that you
can flip this on me,

I will kill you, too.

Is that clear?

[quietly]:
Clear enough.

But...

before you go,

there's something
I want you to see.

[whispers]:
Keep watching.

Nate, what the hell
are you doing here, man?

I told you to go.This is my fault.

Let me help!Listen, I don't want you in this

any deeper.
Now get out of here.

Come on, man, go! Go!

This isn't happening.

What do you want?

You can't guess?

You're working for me now.

Never had a cop on
the payroll before.

It's not gonna happen.

Couple of weeks.

I have a new business partner
that I'm trying to impress.

It's gonna do
big things for me.

It's gonna take
preparations,

protection...

and you are just the man
to smooth the waters.

Un-Unless, of course,
you want to explain this

to your bosses at the LAPD.

Two weeks.

Two weeks--
I help you

but Nate leaves here right now
and never comes back.

He's off the hook.

He's free and clear.
You guarantee me that...

...I'll do what you want.

Welcome aboard,
Officer Street.

♪

HICKS:
Nice work.

Heard it could've been worse
in a lot of ways.

No hostages lost.

Team made it back safe
and sound.

But two guards were killed
before we got there.

What's all this?

[indistinct chatter]

LAPD Cadets program.

They're giving 'em
a tour of SWAT, chance to see

what's really possible
if you put the work in.

Maybe you can say a word.Be happy to, once
we get changed.

Street, man.

It's good
to see you.

Where you been?

Why don't you, me and Hondo
go somewhere private

and figure out what the hell's
been going on with you.

I can't really get into it
right now.

I'm sorry?

You've been MIA
for three days.

You left your team
a man down.

That's the best you can do?

"I can't get
into it right now"?

Son, you better make
an attitude adjustment quick.DEACON: Street,

what's going on?

I need the next few weeks off.

HICKS: There's a process
to requesting time off.

You know that.

You fill out
a request form.

But I'm gonna
save you the time.

Request denied.

Commander,
let's just hear him out.No.

He's tested my
patience long enough.

You're not up
to active duty,

you serve your penance
in the armory.

One month cage duty.
Maybe then I'll think

about assigning
you active.

I can't do that.

I'm not giving
you a choice.

Now move your ass.

Street, you be smart about this
and get moving.

You know what?What?

I quit.

Street, no.

What are you doing?

Come on, Street. You
don't mean this, man.

Stop!

Street, talk to me!

Let him go, Chris!
That's an order!

[locker opens]

This is crazy.

He can't really
mean it, can he?

Even if he doesn't,
I don't see a way back.

Hicks and Hondo, they
gave him a do-over.

He's not gonna
get another one.

I feel like it's my fault.
I should've stopped him

from going down to Long Beach
alone that night.Hey,

Chris, don't go there.

We all thought that Street
had his head on straight.

Nobody saw this coming.

I did.
But he just wouldn't listen.

TAN:
Hey. Come on, Chris.

It's not on you.HONDO:
Listen up.

I'm not any happier

about what just went
down than you are,

and we're gonna
deal with that later.

Right now, we got
a crew out there

that killed two innocent
people this morning.

So let's focus
on work

and get the job done.

♪

HICKS:
Hondo, Tan,

get a look at this.

That's our crew
from this morning.Yeah.

Wait a sec,
that doesn't look like anywhere

in the Mandeville Casino.

That's somewhere else.

So they've hit before?

Almost a dozen times.

Today's their first strike
in SoCal,

but they've been hitting
card clubs

and Indian casinos
all across the West.

Always the same M.O.

Five guys. Fast
in, fast out.

And they got no qualms
about shooting people either.

They got at least ten bodies
in their wake.

This is the guy
we took out today?

Carl Rollins.

His rap sheet's
pretty hard-core.

This definitely wasn't
his first dance.

RHD's looking into
known associates.

Could lead us
to the rest of the crew.

Just got off the phone
with the Mandeville Casino.

So, it looks like, this
morning, these guys got away

with a little over
200 grand in cash,

another $20,000
in chips.Wow.

They took chips?

What denomination?$100. Why?

High value chips
can be tracked.

They have an RFID tag
embedded in 'em.

But a crew like this has to be
smart enough to know that.HICKS: Maybe they got

grabbed up by accident,
swept into a bag

while they
were raking up cash.One thing's for sure.

If today wasn't
their first heist,

it damn sure
ain't gonna be their last.

Hey.

You got plans
after shift tonight?

No. Bonnie's got
a work thing.

I was just gonna order in.I dug up an address

on Street's old
foster brother, Nate.

I was thinking of
heading down there.

You want to
ride shotgun?

Yeah.
For sure, I'm in.

Cool.

This isn't right, man.

I can't do this to you,

leave you hanging in there
with Nolan.

You didn't do
this to me.

You were
in trouble.

You came to me for help.

The rest is my doing.

Nolan's dangerous, man.

I saw him take

a baseball bat
to a couple drunks

in the alley
one night out.

He beat their heads into a pulp.

I saw him enjoy it.

Guess it's a good thing
I got you away from him then.

Jimmy, I'm serious.

Look, I don't want
you hanging out with him.

I make a living
dealing with guys like this.

For the next two weeks, this is
just another mission for me.

That's it. I just need you
to stay clear of it.

All right?

I was the big brother.

I looked out for you.

Do you remember that?I remember.

And I am grateful.

I would've never made it
through the foster system

without you.

But we are not kids anymore.

I made a choice, and I'm
gonna have to live with it.

So you're gonna have
to live with it, too.

[knocking]

Must be the food.

[door opens]

TAN:
Street.

Whoa. What are you
guys doing here?

Looking for you.
Just trying to understand

what's going on.

Is this Nate?

What have you gotten him
messed up in, huh?

Chris, please don't.
He's my brother.

Foster brother.

That means
he's family.

And we're not?

You worked so hard to get back
on SWAT the last time.

We both did!

I know.Then why are you

throwing it
all away, again?

Look, what's done is done.

I am out at SWAT.
That's it.TAN: Hey, come on, man.

At least tell us what's going
on. What kind of trouble you in?

I'm not in any kind of trouble.

We're trying to help you.Why is it

so hard to understand?!

I don't want your help, okay?

All I want
is for you guys to go.

Just leave.

Let's go, Chris.

[door closes]

DEACON:
Hey.

I got a text from Chris.
She said you two

went down to Long Beach
to see Street last night.

Yeah, it wasn't
worth the drive.What do you mean?

Well, he shut us down, almost
as soon as we got there.

Maybe 'cause his brother
was there. I don't know.

Did you at least find out
what's going on with him?

Don't know, but
something's messed up.

It's like he just
doesn't want to be saved.

You were right
about the RFID tags

embedded into the
casino chips,

but you were wrong thinking

these guys were smart
enough to know it.

They cashed 'em in?

One of 'em did.

Tried to, anyway.

What's this?

Someone want to tell
me why I'm here?

You're here
because you're stupid,

which, in and of itself,
is not a crime.

But it led you to think
that you could cash in 20 grand

of stolen poker chips
and no one would notice.

Stolen chips?

I won these.

TAN:
You won 20 grand?

Must be hell of
a poker player.

Okay, let's say you open
from the hi-jack

with pocket tens
to 20 bucks.

Button three-bets you
to 70 bucks.

It folds back around to you.
What's your play?

Come on, a shark like
you ought to know.

You won 20 grand, right?

Guess I just got lucky.

All right.

See that?

That's an RFID tag.

Means these chips
can be tracked.

That means that we know, without
a doubt, you didn't win 'em.

You stole 'em yesterday,
along with your buddies,

and you killed two people
in the process.

We got you, Vincent.

You're done.

D.A.'s gonna look at you.

They're gonna see
a dozen heists,

ten dead bodies.

You're going away forever.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
A dozen heists?

Y-Yesterday was a
one-off job for me.

I-I don't know anything
about any other robberies.

You trying to tell us you're
not a regular part of this crew?Swear to God.

Guy I know hooked me in.
Supposed to be one-and-done.

That's why I
stole the chips.

I-I saw how small the cut
they were gonna give me,

and-and so I...
thought I'd give myself a bonus.

The guy
who hooked you in,

what's his name?
Where do we find him?

You know what he would do to me
if I told you that?

TAN: Nothing.
Because he'd be spending

a lot more time
in prison than you.

You have one way to
help yourself, Vincent.

Please tell me you're not gonna
be stupid again.

Yo, where's my damn
food? I'm hungry.

[high-pitched ringing]

LAPD SWAT!Two, two, two!

CHRIS: LAPD SWAT!HONDO: You're under arrest!

LAPD!Tan, your way!

[indistinct chatter]

HONDO:
Coveralls,

masks, weapons.

Some cash
in this one.

Looks like their winning streak
just came to an end.

[phones beeping]

Casino crew just hit again
ten minutes ago.

Charlemagne Card
Club in Downey.

Ten minutes ago?

No way. How? That
is them right there.

Tell that to the pit boss
that just got shot.

This is the heist that just went
down. Charlemagne Casino.

Five guys, coveralls,
masks, assault rifles.

Looks like the same crew.

Looks like it,
but look closer.

Check the guy out
on the right,

how he's carrying.He's left-handed,

and all of
yesterday's crew

was right-handed.

And that guy's got
a Glock on his hip.

None of the Mandeville
crew strapped a Glock.

So, two different crews
with the exact same M.O.?

Oh, it gets weirder.
I pulled surveillance photos

from a casino that was hit
five weeks ago in Oakland.

Same deal--
coveralls, masks.

The body types
don't match at all.

That's another crew.

It's almost like
a burger chain.

Everybody wears the same
uniform, does the same job,

but they're separate businesses.

CHRIS:
The crimes
have been franchised.

Which means there has
to be somebody higher up

running all these ops.Yeah.

I think it's time
we find the CEO.

HONDO:
According to your homeys,
you're the leader.

Congratulations
on that, my man.

So, you're the one who put
together yesterday's crew?

I can't stop people
from talking.

You ain't the brains of
the operation, that we know.

There's somebody higher up
who did the heavy lifting,

and planned that job,
so why don't we talk about

who's really giving the orders?

Gonna be a real
one-sided conversation.

'Cause I'm not
giving you anything.

Oh, you're afraid of them,
is that it?

[scoffs] "Afraid"?

Never been afraid of anything.

I just prefer loyalty.

HICKS:
You believe this guy?

Yesterday he helps
murder two innocent people.

Now he's in there
acting like his loyalty

is some kind of virtue.

Commander, what if
we don't need him

to tell us who
his higher-ups are?

He was only recently
paroled, right?

He got out of prison
two weeks ago.

Okay, and you got to figure that
the Mandeville Casino heist

took some planning.

So chances are they put
the whole thing together

while he was still in lockup.

We take a close look
at any visitors

he might've had in prison.

His cellmate, texts, e-mails.

And we find
whoever's behind this.

Sergeant Kay.

Owen Bennett.It's good to meet you.

Fair warning, I'm on call,

so I might get pulled
away at any second.

Then I won't waste any time.

I put together
an info packet--

the business plan,
my bio, etcetera.

But while I have you,
while we're here,

I want to get right
to the straight shot.

Looking to build a
high-end, high-prestige,

private security firm.

I've had a good amount
of experience working

with professional
athletes, celebrities,

high-profile
security functions.

I see this as a chance
to build off that,

and really get it right.

One question
right off the bat.

Why me?

You mean besides
the fact that Buck

recommended the
hell out of you?

Honestly, part of
it is marquee value.

You're an active SWAT sergeant,
decorated with the Police Star.

That'll go a long way with our
investors, potential clients.

I also need your know-how.

You're trained in
personal protection,

versed in every
type of weapon.

And, frankly...
you've got the right look.

And what's that?

People trust you.

Tell me I'm wrong.

That's why I'm
offering you

a partnership share.

No doubt, the workload during
start-up will be heavy,

but we can shape your schedule
around your SWAT shifts.

Once we're established,
you could pull back,

assume a strictly planning
and supervisory role.

You make money

while the people you've trained
do all the work.

Where does Buck fit
in all of this?

I love Buck.

He'll be a great addition.

But you google his name,
the first thing you find

is the Raymont Harris shooting.

He can't be the name
or face of this company.

You can.

There are income and salary
projections in there.

They're just
estimates, but...

I think they're
accurate.

Interested?

I am.

I want some time
to look things over,

discuss it with my wife.Of course.

This isn't something I'd have
you enter into lightly.

[indistinct chatter]

First day on the job,
and you're already late.

What kind of an impression
is that to make?

Get your breath out of my face.

Officer Street.

Drink, or are you

still technically
on duty?

I quit my job.

So I heard.

What?

Did you think we wouldn't
check up on you?

How about you just tell me
what you want from me?

First, Barber's gonna
pat you down for a wire.

All right, all right.

What do you need?

You used to work
for Long Beach PD,

so you know
their patrol patterns,

blind spots, vulnerabilities.

Same, I'm sure, for the LAPD.

So, if I got
to move a shipment,

you're gonna tell me
the best routes and times.

You're gonna tap your sources,
and find out if there's

any raids that would snag
any of my dealers.

Is that all?

That and any other damn thing

I decide I want from you.

That means that you have
to listen to everything

that I say, too, smart-ass.

Okay, keep your hands off me.

Hey, maybe, maybe not.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Knock it off!

[both grunting]

Guys! Hey, that is enough!

[shouts, grunts]

What the hell did you do?

Broke my damn arm.You get to the hospital.

You get that looked at, and you,

you cancel any plans
that you have,

because you are
working late tonight.

You got something?

We're thinking we found
our Mr. Big.

CHRIS:
A woman.

Wait a minute, I think
I've seen her before.

I ordered a deep dive of
Harden's prison records,

looking for any outside
contact he might have had.

Turns out he had
a pen pal romance

while in lockup,
e-mailing with this woman--

calls herself Rachel.

E-mails contain plenty
of the usual X-rated stuff,

but they get emotionally
intense as well.

Looks like she really
hooked him in.

So this is who Harden's
been protecting.

There's no actual
instructions for a heist,

but she did tell Harden he was
gonna have to prove his love

after his release
before she'd marry him.

So she basically seduced him
into pulling off

yesterday's casino job.

Is there any ridiculous thing
a guy wouldn't do to get laid?

Yeah, well, in Harden's case,
he thought he found true love.

And he's not the only one.

Once we found
Rachel's e-mails to Harden,

we checked the prison
database for other e-mails

originating from her same
IP address.

Saying she was two-timing Harden
isn't the half of it.

She had similar
e-mail romances going

with at least 16
other inmates.

E-mails every bit
as hot and steamy

as the ones she had with Harden.

Romances intensify right before
the inmate's release.

She leads them all on,

grooms each one
to pull off a heist

as proof of their devotion.

[scoffs]CHRIS: Here.

I knew I'd seen her before when
I was going through the footage

of the Mandeville robbery.

Check out the brunette
with the rose gold watch.

HONDO:
That's her.

She watched the whole thing
go down.

HONDO:
Got some bad news
for you, lover boy.

We figured out where
your orders came from.

Hmm. And I ain't
gonna lie.

Ooh, there's some juicy stuff
in those e-mails right there.

Yeah, go ahead
and take a read.

Those bring back some good
old memories, don't it?

But you better take
a closer look,

because none of those e-mails
are addressed to you.

You know her as Rachel...

but she was "Laura"
to a con at Pelican Bay,

"Sadie" to another
at Atascadero.

"Ayla" and "Christine" to a
couple inmates at San Quentin.

No way.I mean, damn,
that's game right there.

She must have used
a phone book

to come up with
some of those names.

And she's got
over 20 of 'em.

Yeah, that's right.

And 20 inmates
just like you

who believed that
they were her one and only.

Looks like the player
got played.

She said she was gonna marry me.

[chuckles]

But only after you robbed
a casino for her.

Right?

What's your take on loyalty now?

Tell us where we can find her.

I'll check with
the front desk.
Okay.

Hey.Hey.

She look familiar to you?

Yeah. Super sweet.She staying here?

She was. She checked out
a couple hours ago.

You sure about that?

Yeah. I was right here
and watched her go.

She's checked out, gone.
Probably cleared out of town.

24-David to backup units.

Suspect's a ghost.
We missed our shot.

Still one more casino in town.

Maybe she'll be
dumb enough to hit it.

No way. After the
other two heists,

that place is
on lockdown.

Extra security
and LAPD patrols-- Hey!

Hold on a sec.

Have a good day.Excuse me.

Did you get
this woman her car?

Uh, yeah.
Silver Lexus.

A rental.
Don't remember what company.

She ask for any directions,
say where she was going?

No. We didn't talk; she was
on her phone the whole time.

Did you hear
what she was saying?

Anything about a casino
or a card club?

How'd you know that?

I mean, she didn't say
anything about a casino,

but she was talking about poker.

CHRIS:
What about it?

Did she say where?I just heard her

say something about
a private game.

Nothing but high rollers.Okay, thanks.

She's changing up her M.O.

Knows we're onto
the casino heists.

Private game could be anywhere.

I'll reach out
to some cops in Vice.

Maybe they've heard something.

Where we headed tonight?

You'll know when we get there.

What the hell are you
doing here?I've been thinking.

If you're here,
I've got to be here.

Are you kidding me?
Get lost.

I'm sorry, but I've got to
look out for you, too.

I don't need your sorry,

and I don't need you
looking out for me, okay?

I just need you gone. Go!

I want back in.

I want my old job back.

That is not happening.
That was part of our deal.

Nate is out, free and clear.

You keep talking
about our deal

like you have some kind
of leverage; you don't.

It's my bar.

I have the video,
I call the shots.

Sure thing, Nate.
You want back in,

I can always use
a couple extra hands.

Go start the car.
I'll be out when I'm ready.

We got any word
on that private game

that's supposed to be
going down?Not yet.

And there's no guarantee
we'll hear about it in time.

Hey, uh, can I talk
to you about something?

Has to do with Buck's
visit yesterday.

Yeah. What's up?He put me in touch
with a guy

who's starting
a private security firm,

and he wants me as partner.

Is the guy aboveboard?Yeah, 100%.

He's got a pristine
military record.

He's run security for
a couple of movie studios.

So what's the hitch?

Well, to be honest,

the only reason he came
to me is because

I was awarded
the Police Star.

I guess he presold
some of the investors on it.

And that's a red flag for you?

I'm not sure how I feel
about monetizing the Star.

I would have never
received it

if it wasn't for
the whole team,

and now I use that to cash in?

I'm just not sure
how I feel about that.

Deacon, nobody around
here would fault you

for striking when
the iron is hot,

getting a little something
better for your family.

Especially after everything
they've been through this year.

What's Annie think?

Well, she's got
her concerns.

Mostly about the time
spent away from family.

But she'd welcome any
extra money coming in.

So what are you gonna do?

Just heard back from
an old partner in Vice.

Some heavy hitters are
having a card game tonight--

a mansion up in
Benedict Canyon.

No way to know
if that's the right target.

Yeah, well, I can
think of one way.

Ladies and gentlemen,

there are still two players
who haven't bought in.

Come on, now.
Who are my stragglers?

You guys
almost got left out.

As you know,
buy-in's $100,000,

and, as always,
cash only, please.

All right.

Let's do this.

Hey, we got some
bogeys approaching.

Don't move.

They're not paying
you enough to die,

so radio your buddy

and tell him it's all clear.

Do it.

Never mind.

It's all clear.

You two, grab her.
Anyone else on this floor,

you keep them quiet.Back in the kitchen!
Get back in the kitchen! Go!

Move it! Move it right now!

Move it!

Move it! Get in there!

Sit your asses down

right now on the carpet!

Empty. Must already be inside.

Truck, clear.

[muffled shouting]

HONDO:
Tan.

Check him out.

There's five of them.

All armed. On the inside.

HONDO: My man,
get out of here now.

Let's go.

Hey!

Hey, don't do anything stupid!

Nobody has to get hurt!

All right, everybody,

hands on the table.

Let's go. Get them on the felt!

Hey!HONDO: Tan,

Chris, take the floor.
Find a way in.

Deac and Becker,
you're with me. Move.

♪

FORTSON:
It'll all be over in a minute.

Don't do anything stupid.

We can all

go home tonight.

Hands behind your back.
Come on! [shouts]

[grunts]

TAN:
Got two suspects

in custody in the dining room.

SAWYER:
All right, everybody, watches!

Wallets!

Let's go!

Take them off!

It's not worth dying for!
Let's go!

All right, let's go!
Let's go.

Come on!

Cover!

[grunts]

Move, move, move.

Deacon, I've got the rabbit.

Go.

WOMAN:
No!

Let go of me!

WOMAN: Let me go! Let go!SAWYER: Get over here!

LAPD.

Let her go.

SAWYER:
Back the hell up.

You get out of my way now,
or I swear to God, I kill her.

I'm not letting you
take her out of here.

Then we have
a real problem here, don't we?

Listen to me, man. There's
no way out of here for you.

Well, then,
you need to make a way.

I want a clear path to the door
and a car. Those rich idiots

in the other room, you get a key
off any one of them.

I don't care.That's not gonna happen.

DEACON:
Your only chance
to get out of here?

Drop that weapon.

I swear to God,
I am not playing.

[panting]

I'm gonna give you guys
five seconds,

and then I'm gonna waste her.

I don't think so.I'm gonna kill her!

Go ahead. Go ahead, do it.

What?

You're not gonna
hurt her, man.

She's the reason you're here.

This was all

her idea, wasn't it? Although,

he might kill you
if he knew the truth about you.

Isn't that right, Rachel?

Or whatever you're
calling yourself this time.

DEACON:
This is your last chance.

Drop the weapon now.

Who the hell is Rachel?

What is he talking about?

Nothing, baby.

Don't listen to him.

[screams]Freeze! Drop it! Drop it!

Get up. Get up.[screams, grunts]

You shot me.

Just played the hand
you dealt me.

Catch you all tomorrow.

Yeah. Take care.

You plan on spending the night?

Nah. Just not in a
hurry to get anywhere.

All right.

Hey, Buck.

It's kind of late.Yeah, I just talked
to an old-timer

in Patrol.
Uh, Street quit?

I mean, you guys
said he was AWOL.

[sighs] Yeah, things took a turn
for the worse.

Some trouble
with his foster brother, Nate.

Mm.

Did you know him?Yeah.

Even back in his Patrol
days down in Long Beach,

there wasn't anything Street
wouldn't do for his brother.

That's too bad.

Yeah. All right,
I got to get home.

You good?Yeah.

Hey, can I, uh, can
I walk with you?

Sure.

Night, Chris.Night.

See ya around.

So, I talked to Owen.
He said the two of you sat down.Yeah.

Yeah, I told him I needed
some time to think about it.

And?

And I'm still thinking about it.

Well, what's there
to think about?

I mean, it's a
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

A no-brainer, Deac.Yeah, you're probably right.

It's just, you know, I'm not
sure yet if the time is right.Hey, hey, hey.

Look, you owe me.

You remember Koreatown

when those jacked up 'Niners
had you dead to rights?

Is that what this is about?

Me owing you?

'Cause, Buck,

it seems to me that
goes both ways.

Yeah, I know.

I'm-I'm sorry.

All right? It's just, uh...

I mean, I struggled a bit
since leaving SWAT.

I mean, you-you know that.
This-this thing,

this thing that I have
with Owen, I mean, this...

this could be big for me.

I mean, come on, Deac.
I mean, you heard him.

This could be... this could be
big for both of us.

I'm not asking you
for a favor here.
I'm asking you

to say yes
to an incredible opportunity.

All right.

Call Owen. Tell him I'm in.

For-for real? Um, definite?

Yeah, for real.

Let's do this.That's great.

This is... It's great news.

You-you won't regret it.

Thanks.

[engine turns off]

Now what?

Now we stop
asking questions.

Stay here.

Where's Barber?

Barber had an accident.

What kind of an accident?

The "messing with me" kind.

So you're the cop.

Ex-cop.

[car door opens]

What are you waiting for?

Drive.

[engine starts]

♪

♪

Nolan bought it.

I'm in. All the way.

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