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I know it's best for you guys.

What the hell?

Hey!

Yo, everybody, be cool, be cool. I'll take those, thank you.

Come on.

Time, we're good.

Let's go, let's go!

Alright, last bags.

Let's go.

Mind if I work in?

Hey.

Sure. Go for it.

Take off the tens.

All right.

Okay, when the hell did you start giving a damn about getting healthy, Greg? My

daughter's on me lately.

Okay? 6 a.m. every morning. If I'm not up, she gets me up. Shoves a smoothie in

my hand, kicks me out the door.

But hey, I've lost five pounds already, Hondo, right? Another few months.

These abs are gonna put yours to shame, my friend. Okay, keep hoping live. Yeah,

right. I like the outfit.

Oh, shut up.

Well, you gotta be taking it pretty seriously if you're willing to fork over

the cash to join this place. Free introductory month, my friend. I got

four days left and I cancel. It doesn't cost me a dime. See, that is the Craig I

know and love. Huh?

All right, so, uh, so talk to me. Your text.

You got something for me? Well, this may come as a surprise.

Not every payday loan shop is on the up and up like mine is. Oh, shocking. It's

a good thing you hit me up.

I asked around.

One of my competitors, Dale's Check Cashing in Inglewood.

He's cleaning money for some big-time players. Let me guess, the owner's name

is Dale.

And you think these big-time players are the crew robbing these armored trucks?

Could be.

You know, let's take off the 25s, too.

So, Hondo, what I hear is it's not just SWAT going after these guys. I hear it's

federal, like a task force kind of thing. This is just you and me talking.

That's all you need to know. Yeah, okay, and I appreciate it. You know, a couple

hundred every so often. It really helps out. All right, let's not forget me

letting you slide on that laundering charge back in the day. Hey, it's been a

beautiful friendship, and I owe you big time, okay?

But the feds, they got deep pockets, Hondo.

You know, they're paying some of their CIs a hundred grand a pop. Are you hard

up or something right now?

Single-parent life ain't easy, Hondo. My daughter's got to go to college. I got

to pay someone to look after my mom now. She can't be left alone. All right, all

right. I'll do what I can. Thanks.

Just... Uh, tell him I'm working on another lead. It might be nothing, but

it might be major. Craig, the information you just gave me today is

enough. Don't push it. All right, okay.

You want me to just take the rest of the plates off? I think I'll just work the

bar. That was a tough run this morning.

And all those push-ups, I bet you're all pretty spent.

All right, it's a minimum 80 sit-ups, five pull-ups.

Nobody's gonna blame you if you stop there.

How many sit-ups you do in your first PFQ?

370? Think she'll do more?

I don't think any of them will do more.

Is she going to make SWAT? I haven't even met her. Why are you so curious?

I just thought you'd be interested in the women you helped pave the way for.

There are no paved roads to SWAT. Everyone's got a blazer on trail.

Don't look now, but someone wants your autograph.

Officer Alonso.

Oh, Chris.

Jim. Erica Rogers. I had to shake your hands, but I'm pretty disgusting right

now. I just wanted to say it's an honor to meet you. Thanks.

Hey, I wanted to ask you a favor.

Maybe the next time you're headed to the range, I could tag along.

Could you give me some pointers on non-dominant hand shooting?

I'm an ace with my right, but if I'm gonna make SWAT, I need to make sure the

left is in shape. You just have to spend more time in the range and just listen

to your instructors. I don't really do personal training sessions.

Oh.

Okay. Good luck.

You know I didn't do well with the FBI.

For the last week, we've been liaising with our special task force.

Now it's time for SWAT to officially join in. It's your armored car

robberies, isn't it? It's gotta be. They're trucks, not cars. No, they're

called armored cars.

They're trucks.

How's this even a conversation?

What, says you? I've heard more sophisticated arguments from my six-year

-old. All right, guys, guys, you can call them whatever you want, but right

now let's focus on getting the guys who robbed.

So, we've been calling them the pit crew.

That's how quick and coordinated these robberies are.

EMPs to stop the truck.

In and out. They have killed more than a few guards.

Robbed three armored trucks in Dallas, three in Phoenix, and now they've taken

down two here. Which means we gotta catch them before they get the last

truck and head off to who knows where. Had a hunch they were laundering their

money locally, so I spoke to an old CI of mine a week ago after the first

robbery. He just got back to me this morning with an actual lead.

Agent Dubois.

Um, right, sorry.

Given the time pressure, we have to take down this money launderer today.

See if it'll flip on the robbers. Yes. My people will meet you at the location.

Hondo and myself will coordinate the teams.

That's our cue.

Long hours?

Sorry about that.

I've been chasing these guys through three states, you know.

All right, it's called Dale's check cashing, but Dale Hanson doesn't even

technically own it.

He's got too many felonies on his record to get the licenses.

Wait, don't tell me you used his mom's name. His aunt. Mom's got a thicker

jacket than Dale does.

Paid at long places, always dicey. It's a perfect setup for cleaning dirty

money. Only banks check serial numbers, and people that have bank accounts don't

go to check-cash joints.

And once the money hits the bank, it's passed through so many hands, it can't

be traced back to the origin. Now, it's not the first time Dale's has been

raided. And he still kept his license? Witnesses all backed out.

DA says Dale probably got to it. So he's going to be on alert. Yeah, well, it's a

good thing the pit crew isn't the only team in town that moves fast.

Fill the gaps. Stay liquid.

Are you serious?

You guys took time out of your day to plan that?

Hey,

Dale. Sorry.

Need a little radio silence.

LAPD SWAT! LAPD SWAT ON THE GROUND! ON THE GROUND! LAPD SWAT NOBODY MOVE!

LOCKED! LUCA UP!

ON THE GROUND NOW! ON THE GROUND!

SUSPECTS SHALLOW! EYES ON! GIVE ME TWO! GIVE ME TWO!

ON THE GROUND NOW!

GIVE ME YOUR HANDS!

HANDS! GIVE ME YOUR LEFT HANDS! HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK!

PUT YOUR HANDS UP! LAPD! LUCA!

LET'S START CLEAR!

Just trying to figure out what to charge you with first, Dale.

Destroying money's a federal crime, did you know that?

And we haven't even got into money laundering. A lot of that cash in there

is from yesterday's armored truck robbery.

Serial numbers will prove it. So do you want to tell us what you know about the

crew who did it? I want my attorney.

Amber Frost, numbers in my phone.

Wait, isn't that that woman who did adult films to pay for her law degree?

She used to run those wild commercials on late night TV.

That should be one hell of a defense she puts on me.

Yeah, this is Hondo.

What? You came up as his handler when we put his info in the computer.

We haven't informed the family yet.

This him?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's correct.

I was supposed to leave for class at 12.30, and he wasn't here to take care

of Grandma.

Not answering his phone.

I knew something happened.

Oh. I forgot to get you your blueberry pie.

Ma'am. I'll be back in a jiffy.

Lana, sweetheart, you want a piece?

No, Grandma.

No?

Dementia.

She has no idea. You just told her that her son is dead.

That must be hard. It's gonna be even harder trying to take care of her alone.

Lana, I knew your dad.

Finding whoever did this is a top priority for me.

Are you the one he did CI work for?

Yeah.

I knew he was a CI, and I knew you didn't pay him crap for sticking out his

neck for you. Your father helped us make some good arrests.

I'm sorry the city couldn't pay him more.

We don't have the resources the FBI does, and I never asked him to put

himself in any danger. No.

You just dangled... and then took whatever information he gave you. Lana,

nothing I say is gonna make this feel better.

But anything you can tell us about where he was this morning could help us. You

want to know where my dad was this morning?

A casino.

Gambling away money I'm going to need to take care of Grandma. He wasn't even a

gambler unless that's something you got him into. This is terrible.

I-I spilled all the blueberries.

Can we do this another time?

Let's take a look.

Oh, okay.

Lana's right.

Craig wasn't a gamble. So this casino trip might have something to do with the

pit crew.

It could be they killed him because he got too close.

We follow his footsteps. We see where that takes us.

All right.

I'm only talking to you to clear my name of this whole Craig thing. I ain't no

murderer. Right.

You just work for them and wash their money. People give me dirty money, and I

give them back sparkling clean cash.

Minus 3%. I mean, are you going to blame the cleaning lady if her employer kills

somebody? You cannot seriously be that stupid. This is a waste of time.

You want us to stop looking at you? Point us in another direction.

Guy I got the bag from.

Think he's just a gopher or something. Not part of the actual crew. And why is

that? This fool was rocking a fake Rolex and a rattlesnake jacket.

This crew's knocked over how many trucks without getting grabbed?

They gotta be low-key.

Ain't no way you want them to dress in flashy like that.

I'll fill in Honda.

Thanks.

I'll ask around for people fitting the description Dale gave us, but it's not

much. You'll check with your people?

Of course.

What was that description again?

Male, white, 40 to 45.

Six foot, goatee. Alligator boots.

Bridal snake jacket. Right.

Guess it's coffee o'clock, huh?

I got it. Thanks, Dean.

Anything? I haven't seen him talk to anyone.

Maybe his daughter's right. He just came here to throw money away.

He's not talking to anybody, but he sure as hell looking at someone.

Can you pull up that other table, please?

There.

Dale said the guy he dealt with was wearing a rattlesnake jacket. Too much

to be a coincidence.

That's Machine.

He's a regular.

Machine? Mm-hmm.

Any chance you know Machine's real name? I'd have to look it up, but like I said,

he's in here all the time. In fact, he's probably here right now.

Honey, honey, listen to me.

I'll be home when I'm home, all right?

Uh-huh.

Baby, baby, come on. Machine, we need to have a word with you.

Sure, bud.

As soon as I'm off the phone.

Are you crazy? You know that? I ain't seen Marcy in like, I don't know, a

year. What the... Excuse me, ma'am. Oh.

Is Marcy blonde?

With a nose ring?

Because she's right here with him now.

She looks a little too young for him, though, if you ask me.

Hello?

I think she hung up.

The hell are you laughing at? There's a guy wearing the same type of jacket as

you doing business with very bad people. A lot of guys are rocking rattlesnake

these days. What can I tell you? It's become a thing. Yeah, you're reading the

wrong fashion blog's machine.

Haven't heard anything you can arrest me on yet, so let's go, sweetheart.

Marcy, how old are you?

Nineteen.

Damn. When did they start serving screwdrivers at drive-thrus?

Go home, Marcy.

Come on.

Easy, easy with the family jewels, huh? All right, all right.

Commander, do you have a moment?

I'm on my way to a meeting with the commissioners, laying out an

implementation plan for your police reform proposal.

Is there a problem?

I'm worried about Agent Dubois.

She's forgetful, lacks focus, like she's not all there.

I think it's more than just lack of sleep. We've been working with Abby for

years. I've never noticed anything before.

But if you think she's off her game, then maybe... It could put our people at

risk.

Wow.

Well, that's a delicate situation.

Trust your gut.

Even if it means stepping on the FBI's toes?

We worry about our people.

You do what you need to do to protect them. My thoughts exactly.

Good.

I see you're taking my advice.

Yeah.

Listen, I just want to let you know that I wasn't trying to big-time you earlier.

I'm glad you're doing this. It's just... It's a complete boys' club over here.

So you are going to help me? One of the only women here giving special attention

to the only woman in SWAT Academy.

You're saying it wouldn't do me any favors.

They've got to see you as a great cop, not a great woman cop.

That's just the reality.

Max over at 77 says you're a badass.

And if that's true, you've just got to show them what you got.

I don't know.

Like you said, it's a boys' club, especially at the top. The fact that

you've gotten as far as you have, it might feel like they've already done

their good deed.

I'm ready to work my ass off.

Can you be 100% positive that I'm gonna get a fair shake?

Honestly, I don't know.

I'm willing to find out, though.

Must be a real good show on that.

Forgot what I came here for. Well, let's just say it was water and save some

electricity, huh?

Oh, Deke.

I just keep wondering what I could have done different for Craig.

Your CI?

Yeah.

How long did you know him?

All the way back to my patrol days.

I answered a robbery call at one of his check-cashing spots.

It's crazy, because even though they cleaned him out, he had no insurance to

cover it.

All he did was sit there and rattle off like a dozen jokes, and he just, he had

me rolling on the floor. He was a funny dude, man.

And not in a mean way, you know, like some people.

When I finished my report, he just kept apologizing for all the paperwork I was

gonna have to go through on account of him getting ripped off.

We're gonna get the guys that did this.

Craig was the hustler, man.

He was always just scraping by.

He'd pay his rent on the last day before he was gonna get evicted. I was like,

man, how the hell are you pulling this off? And he would just look at me and

laugh.

He'd say, Honda, I was born lucky.

And I'm gonna die lucky.

There's nothing lucky about what happened to him today.

We'll get him.

Our prisoner's name's Machine?

That's what he calls himself.

Well, Machine is ready to talk.

Guys, guys, let's put the cards on the table, okay?

You got nothing.

You want to hold me for 24 hours?

I'm cool with that.

I could use the free meals.

Plus, if I'm going to be honest, I've been on a bit of a losing streak lately,

so you're going to save me money.

How's this for a card on the table?

Thought you said you didn't know Craig Rosengarten. Come on, some idiot follows

me into the parking lot doesn't mean I know him.

That idiot was a friend of mine.

Now you either killed him or you had him set up to be killed. You saw Craig

watching you in the casino and you assumed it had to do with the robberies.

So you called your contact and let him know. Craig follows you out, you lead

him into an ambush.

We know you're just an errand boy machine.

We got you on video gambling at the casinos when the robberies took place,

but somebody will pay for killing my friend. Do you really want that somebody

to be you?

Hypothetical, okay?

Guy called me a couple months ago.

Said he heard good things.

I mean, I got a rep, right?

Cut to the punchline. He said he needed me to take a bunch of money to this guy

Dale and switch it out for clean money. That's it.

And this guy's name was?

I don't want to know these guys' names. These are serious types. I'm a serious

type, too. And I'm telling you everything I know.

He changes burners every day.

He said that if I crossed him, he'd find me and he'd kill me.

And he said it like he wouldn't mind much either.

Keep in mind, this is all hypothetical.

Nothing admissible, okay? Sounds like this crew has you pretty spooked. These

guys are taking professionalism to a whole new level, let me tell you.

You know, from what I hear, they stake out those trucks for months.

They know exactly where each one of them is going to be every minute.

I'll be back.

Hey.

You got something?

I might.

What's the matter? I can't get hold of the machine.

The runner?

You have a backup, I assume.

I have a backup, but what if he got scooped up? Now, why would he get

scooped up? That snitch said there's a task force now, remember?

You didn't have to kill the snitch. We didn't have enough time to plan it

right. Do we have our money?

What? Our money, do we have it? Yeah.

Yeah, so why do you care if the runner gets himself arrested?

You guys getting married? Maybe he talks. Talks and tells the cops what?

Knows your name?

Knows what you look like?

No. No.

The guy picked up a bag from a location with no cameras and dropped off that bag

to a different location with no cameras.

Peyton, any chance the cameras caught you dropping off that bag?

None. You could tell them about the payday loan place.

Jeez, Cobb, what's the payday loan guy got on us? The one I used to set up the

deal's been dead for a month.

Unless Devin forgot to junk it. I junked it.

All right, so follow the rules tomorrow, and we are good. You just make sure that

runner you get for us in Portland's more reliable than this machine guy.

I don't want to have the same conversation next month.

What's up?

Well, machines set up by the pit crew, knowing where the trucks are the whole

time, made me think.

So I looked at videos from yesterday's robbery. I have looked at surveillance

of all the robberies. I can't imagine there's anything more to find. Well,

maybe yes, maybe no.

Look how they spread out and take their positions a full minute before the

armored truck is in sight. Which would make sense if the truck arrived at the

same time every day. But yesterday was almost a half hour late. Somehow they

knew exactly when it would get there. There has to be an inside man. We've

been over this.

Every perennial employee from the dispatch to the driver has been vetted

by the FBI. So they're putting the tracking devices on the trucks, then?

All trucks are checked top and bottom every day. Same with the trucks in Texas

and Arizona.

What about inside the trucks?

You mean in the back with the money? I mean in the engine.

You vetted the perennial employees, but I'm willing to bet that they outsourced

the truck maintenance.

They might. I'll check on it.

Could be that's where we find our inside man.

Good thinking.

Thanks.

Anna.

She's here.

We'll keep you updated.

Lana.

Thank you for coming in.

I know you have a lot on your plate. The detectives were at my house for an hour.

I don't know what else you want from me.

I want you to sign this form.

FBI?

What is this?

That's the last thing that your father asked of me.

Like you said, the LAPD can't pay our CIs much, but the FBI can.

Your father was just trying to make some extra cash to help you get through

school and take care of your grandmother.

I can sign for him? You can sign for yourself.

Because of your tip on the casino.

Lonnie, your father wasn't gambling.

He was trying to help me get the armored truck robbers you've been hearing about

on the news.

Now, if your tip cracks this case, you'll get 15% of the money we recover.

Just sign right there.

Hey, Hondo.

Shirley says she makes a mean gumbo. Think we should have a cook-off?

Craig should be a judge.

He loves to eat.

Oh, come on now, Shirley. I don't know how fair that is.

Ain't no way he's gonna pick my gumbo over his mama's. Oh.

Okay,

let me know.

Got something? We found the garage perennial uses to service their trucks.

Street and Luke are on the way over now, and Deke and I are looking into the

employees. Perfect.

Um, something else I wanted to ask.

Of course.

Do you think, I don't know, in a weird way, me being on SWAT makes it harder

for other women to make it onto a team? You mean are there men at the top who

feel like SWAT hit its quota of women?

Exactly. I mean, I know that SWAT Academy is supposed to be objective,

but... But knowing structure is completely objective.

You've experienced that yourself.

I don't want anyone to make SWAT who I can't trust to watch my back.

But take Erica.

Officer Rogers, for instance.

If she is good enough, how can we make sure she's being judged fairly?

Captain Cortez.

We need to talk.

Privately.

Thank you, Chris.

Keep me posted.

What is your problem?

For double-checking my work?

This is my task force. Who do you think you are?

I have a cousin, Mateo, who played minor league baseball.

He almost made it to the majors.

Good for him. Is there a point here? He took a bad angle on a slide and broke

his ribs.

The team doctors gave him oxycodone.

His ribs got better, but he didn't stop taking them.

40 pills a day at one point.

After a while, he couldn't hold a conversation, much less swing a bat.

You tore your rotator cuff last year during a raid.

That's a painful injury.

I don't like what you're suggesting, Captain. And I don't like my team taking

orders from someone with impaired judgment.

I know what painkiller addiction looks like. All those energy drinks, but you

can barely keep your eyes open.

You should remove yourself from the task force.

Get yourself better.

My eyes are wide open, Captain.

And what I see is a woman flushing her career down the toilet.

I know that your police reform proposals haven't won you any popularity contests

around here.

Making false accusations against a decorated federal agent might just be

the nail in your coffin.

If you and your team want to quit the task force, feel free.

You're the ball here.

I'm the bat.

Don't forget it.

Hey, Troy Dungan.

Uh, yeah.

What up, boss? Hoping you might be able to help us out with something. We're

looking into some recent armored car robberies. Armored trucks, actually.

You hear anything about the robberies? No doubt. Officer, we fixed Perennial's

trucks. You have a question about how they work or something? Yeah, something

like that. Last two trucks that got robbed, we found these tracking devices

hidden in their engines.

Yeah, hidden real well, too. Each one in a different spot.

Both took over an hour to find.

You know, you really ought to talk to my supervisor, Alex. No, you're the guy I

want to be talking to, Troy.

Okay? Shops logs show you as a mechanic working on both those trucks. See how

this place is laid out? Everybody had access to those trucks.

Yeah, but not everybody posted pics or fat stacks of cash from their trip to

Sin City last weekend. Guess what happens in Vegas didn't stay in Vegas

this time.

That's you, right?

Dunkinator 88?

There's got to be at least 20 grand there. Is that what they pay you for

putting trackers in these trucks?

Okay, okay, look.

What if I didn't know that they were tracking devices?

Oh, what if someone threatened me? Put a gun to my head. They made me.

What if it was... Listen, we're not detectives. We're Metro SWAT. We knock

down doors and tackle guys carrying AKs. We do not have the time or the patience

for whatever lie you're trying to perfect right now. We know you put a

tracker in a third truck. So which one is it?

A mechanic can't ID any of the crew? It was all done over the phone.

Number's dead now.

Burner. The phones are always a dead end with the pit crew. I could have saved

you some time there, Captain.

Let's move on to some more fruitful avenues of investigation, shall we?

The third truck the mechanic put the tracker in. What do we know?

Well, the truck's been in the garage for the past two days getting worked on.

It's coming out again tomorrow at 7 a.m. So we know which truck the pig crew's

gonna head next. We just don't know when. Or where. There's 25 stops on this

route. Can't stake out that many locations.

And they might take the truck anywhere along the route. Doesn't have to be at

one of the stops.

So we follow the truck. Far enough back so the pit crew doesn't see us. They're

called the pit crew for a reason, remember? If you're far enough back to

not be seen, it's all over by the time you get there.

Okay, but Tan's idea still might be our best bet.

With one modification.

We put SWAT officers inside the truck. Pit crew opens the back. And instead of

a bag full of money, they get a face full of H-case.

The rest of the team shows up in the follow cars and cleans it up. I can

track the truck from here and coordinate the follow cars.

Captain?

It's a good plan.

I'll get Perennial on board.

Hey, something's going on with you and Dubois. That was so icy, I think I might

need a sweater.

I know the pit crew killed your CI, and he was your friend, and you want to take

them down personally, but I might have to pull SWAT off the task force.

Pull us off?

What, is this about Dubois?

She's showing signs of painkiller abuse.

Her judgment could be compromised.

Goddamn, that's one serious accusation. These are high stakes.

I know you're going to put yourself in the back of the truck.

With Dubois at the helm, I'm not going to put your life in her hands.

She's not going to be the only one in the room making decisions. I trust you,

and you know that.

If anything looks off, I'm pulling the plug.

And I'm counting on it.

Hey. Hey. Morning.

What do you think?

I like. Nice.

Hey, um, can I ask you something?

Sure. What's up?

It's about the Academy candidates.

Uh, I'm not supposed to talk about that. It's my first year as an evaluator. I

don't want it to be my last.

I don't need any inside info. Just curious how Erica Rogers is looking so

far.

She had a solid first few days. I mean, like, more than solid. What did the

other evaluators say about her?

Was it Arnett and Drummond? Yeah. Not much.

I mean, they made a couple cracks, but nothing she could hear. Nothing she

could hear? Yeah, no, they're just kidding around. Jokes reveal attitudes.

Well, they were making comments about some of the guys, too, not just her.

Hey, you know she earns a spot. I'm gonna pass her. I know you will, but

it's gotta be unanimous, right?

Arnett and Drum are either gonna see you as a real candidate or as a joke.

Okay, we gotta roll.

Better get dressed.

Let's go. Yeah.

Is it thicker than the vest you normally wear? They cover a larger area.

We appreciate you doing this.

These guys do their homework.

If they see another team of guards in the truck, they're gonna know

something's going on. One of the guards they shot the other day, Sandino, he's a

buddy of ours.

Is he gonna pull through?

Still in the ICU.

First thing he's gonna hear when he wakes up is me.

Us.

Telling him how we helped bust these asswipes.

All you gotta do is drive the truck. You stick to protocol and you stay in the

cab. Luca's gonna help Kate with the deliveries.

We know they're gonna use an EMP, but we're using shielded radios, so we'll be

in constant contact with the follow cars and our HQ. Captain Cortez, Agent

Jaboua, you getting us? Loud and clear, Hondo. We have you, Sergeant.

Let's keep the chatter to a minimum.

Understood. We're ready with the follow cars.

All right, 655, let's mount up.

Do you remember Officer Rogers from the new class?

Oh, you mean the Officer Rogers you publicly shamed? Okay, you're

exaggerating. I was getting serious Scarlet Letter vibes.

What, I don't read books?

Okay, do you remember she wanted help with her non-dominant hand marksmanship?

Oh, yeah, right before you told her to get her shine box and pound pavement.

Yes, I remember.

Do you think you can help her out?

What, and you can't do it because... How's it gonna look? Me giving special

attention to the only woman in SWAT Academy?

Come on, no one cares. You don't care.

That's why you have to help change things, because the guys at the top,

they're gonna look at the two of us together, and they're gonna start making

Charlie's Angels jokes. Right.

And they're not gonna take her seriously.

Hell, this crew probably picked this truck because one of the guards is a

woman.

Figured it'd be easier.

Screw all these guys and their old-school BS.

Sure.

I'll help her.

Ready to roll?

Good to go.

All right, listen up. It could be a long day, people, so cozy up.

Let's show this pit crew they ain't all that.

Follow cars hanging back, keeping a quarter mile distance.

Luca, how's it looking?

Okay, we got nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing out of the ordinary is

a pit cruise M.O. They could get them on the way back to the truck.

All good.

Okay, on the move.

Six down.

19 to go.

Detour heading south on Balboa.

Wait, wait, wait. What?

What's going on? Shouldn't be a detour there.

This is them. Agent Dubois. We're going to take them at the Van Nuys Airport.

All follow cars move to intercept.

Take Hyperion. No, Lindley. South.

Going south on Lindley. You're sending them right into the road closures.

There are no road closures. The pit crew set them there. A couple of guys in

orange vests come out. They put up a sign and nobody questions it. I have

seen it before.

Eagle's Nest, we're stuck.

What? Looks like that detour is 100% real. This is not today's schedule.

You're looking at the wrong day.

Eagle's Nest, we wait for follow cars to catch up.

If we make any unusual stops, it'll tip them off. Next stop is in sight. What do

you want us to do?

I'm not... Luca, this is Captain Cortez.

Proceed to the stop. I am giving the orders here, Captain. We don't have time

for this. As of this moment, I'm taking command of the operation.

Now either help or stay out of my way. Oh, my God.

Current traffic maps on every screen.

And get the airship on the comm. Yes, ma'am.

Let's get them out of that traffic.

All right.

A lot of foot traffic, but it looks clear. All right, roger that. Captain,

any luck getting our backup out of that gridlock? Sending a new route to follow

car GPS units right now.

All right, we got it. We're crawling, but we should be out of this mess in a

minute or so.

Going in now.

Kate,

we got a transient paying a little too much attention to Kate.

Yep, he's packing.

They won't make their... Until you open the back of the truck again. Luca, can

you identify any of the others?

The fruit vendor.

Maybe the guy pushing the carts in the lap.

Yeah, I think I see the getaway car.

Do you want us to take them out now and you can keep Kate safe in that store?

That's three out of four members. If we don't wait, the fourth could get away.

Or ambush someone.

Engine stop.

S-E-M-P.

Here comes Kate and backup's still not here.

Hey, hey.

Joey's getting out of the cab. He's what?

Joey, get back in the truck. Joey, get back in the truck.

Hey.

Hey, you be cool. Be cool, man.

All right, we'll kill him. All right.

All right. We're coming out.

No, they got Joey.

Can we get a beat on those guys without getting Joey killed? Negative. They're

getting in the truck.

Radio's up one channel. There's a radio in the cab.

Captain, the only leg we have up on these guys right now is they don't know

we're back here.

Can you get to them from there? We're gonna have to. Once that EMP wears off

and they start driving, they're not gonna keep Joey alive for long. Deacon,

what's your status?

ETA is three minutes.

Make that two minutes.

Even if they get here in time, those windows are bulletproof.

We gotta get him out somehow. That big guy had to be a cop. Check your side

mirror. You see any more coming? No. Keep trying the engine. Less than a

minute before the EMP wears off. Look, I got kids. I got... Captain,

I got an idea.

All right, I'm up.

I'm in position.

Once they step out, I got them.

Work your magic, Tan.

If the engine starts, get back in the trunk.

We're going to have this handled before I have to worry about that, right, Tan?

Almost got it.

Come on.

Good. Come to the mall. We'll get a car and a parking garage.

Tan, stick to the plan.

I'll figure something out.

found on Sherman Way.

Intercept and stop it.

Hold on tight, boys.

I'm gonna kill the guard. You just tell him it was me. Come on, man. Everything

was me.

Everything. The plans, the trucks, the EMP, the weapons, everything, D.

Tell him it was me, all right?

Tell him it was me, baby brother.

Do it now, Tan.

Do it now.

Get out of the cab!

Get out of the cab!

Let me see your hands. Do it.

Drop it.

Go hands on. Go hands on. Get out of here. Chris checking the cab. Move.

Captain Cortez's actions today were incredibly unprofessional, and there

will be consequences if she spreads any unfounded rumors about me. I already

filed my report with your office.

You what?

And when they drug test you and it comes back positive, I hope you're right.

I hope there are consequences.

I know people who have beaten this.

You can too.

But it's gonna take an honest look in the mirror.

Oh, there goes the bat.

I'm gonna be on the phone with the FBI all day tomorrow, aren't I?

Better than letting her put officers in the next city at risk.

Hey, congrats on busting those guys.

Thanks. I just wish I could have been the one surfing on top of that truck.

What you said earlier, you might be right. You might be good enough and

still not make it.

It's no surprise.

Thanks for your honesty. Which means you have to be the best in your class.

We can't give them any excuse to pass you over.

So, what, you changed your mind about helping me? No, the less they see of you

and me together, the better.

You know Jim Street, right?

Dimples? Isn't as funny as he thinks. You should tell him that. Let me know

his reaction.

You'll be at the range tomorrow morning if you still want tips on shooting with

that left hand.

I'll be there.

Thank you.

Thank me when you make it.

I can use the company.

Now, it depends on how much the feds recover, but you could easily get over

100 grand.

My God, thank you.

I know it doesn't bring your dad back.

And it doesn't ease the pain.

But it's something.

I wanted you to know right away.

Good night.

Hondo.

Until your partner called you that today at the station, I didn't know who you

were.

What do you mean?

I thought you were just some Sergeant Daniel Harrelson who came here to tell

me my dad died.

I didn't know you were Hondo, the guy my dad talked about all the time.

Dad was, uh... He didn't have many friends.

You were important to him.

So were you.

You be good.