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Zodiac's approached the vessel.
Roger that.
Sierra Team, you got eyes?
Roger.
Be advised, the Zodiac's landed and occupied.
Confirm new number.
We got one, two, three, four little piggies.
And we still have two standing guard. Six total.
Deac, be 20-David's eyes.
20-David, you're clear to engage suspects
on the northside rocks,
about five yards from your vantage point.
This is 20
to 50-David.
You're all clear.
Let's roll.
LAPD SWAT!
On the ground now!
Nice tackle.
Got to shut down the run game.
There's three still left on the boat.
Police, let's go! Move it!
Two little piggies heading for the Zodiac.
STREET: Hands up!
Hands up! I ain't resisting.
I ain't resisting.
Whoa.
Oof.
That bitter almond smell.
Cyanide. And when it's liquid like this,
it's easily convertible into a gas.
There's enough here
to take out the entire marina
and half of Venice.
What now?
We go with what we have.
We thought you were robbing us.
I'm just a scuba diver.
HONDO: Which is why your boys were packing
automatic weapons? Cut the crap, Cousteau.
HONDO: Hey. We found you
hauling that crate full of cyanide.
You were going to deliver it to someone. Who?
I don't know.
The buyers were supposed to be here already.
Obviously, they're not coming now.
Listen, you got one chance to convince us
that there's someone else out there worse than you
for us to worry about.
All we know is when and where.
I don't know who delivers it, who I'm giving it to,
or what's in it. Do you really think
that deniability is gonna cover you
for a domestic terrorism charge?
Look, picking up these crates
was just a way to make some extra cash,
pay off my boat.
"Crates"? Like you did this before?
Yeah.
Three other times before.
They said this was the last one, though.
The FBI know about any previous drops?
Wasn't part of our intel.
That much cyanide...
Weaponizing for something big.
The guy you handed the crates off to before.
Can you describe him? Well, there were two of them.
They were both survivalist types,
in their 40s and 50s.
They always picked up in the same old, blue van.
Please roll down the window, sir.
Sir.
Sir.
Put the paper down
and lower the window.
Last chance.
What's the rationale for this stop?
You made an illegal lane change
back there, plus you're driving
with expired tags. I wasn't driving.
I'm traveling.
I still need to see your license
and registration, please.
According to the United States book of codes,
as an Article Four free inhabitant
pursuant to the Articles of Confederation,
I am not required
to identify myself to you.
Well, the LAPD requires you to identify yourself.
I have not committed a crime. You are only authorized
to question a free inhabitant who's committed a criminal act.
I am outside of your authority.
I know my rights.
I have the court documents to prove it.
Sir, your name is not on here.
I don't have a name.
I'm the legal representative of this vehicle. Listen, sir,
here's what's gonna happen. I'm going to ask you
one last time to show me a valid driver's license.
And hey...
remove the hoodie, take off the glasses, and keep your hands
where I can see them. You have no jurisdiction over us.
Refusal to show ID
is a penal code violation in California.
That law only applies to U.S. citizens.
Well, where are you a citizen of?
I don't belong to any country or corporation.
Even non-citizens have to obey U.S. laws.
Hey, remove the hoodie
and put your hands on the dash.
Do it now. Are you detaining us?
Put your hands on the dash now!
I'm leaving. No, you're not.
Delta one ten, I need backup.
Turn off the car, sir. Turn off the car!
Crockett!
Drive.
Delta one ten, I need backup. Turn off the car, sir.
Turn off the car!
Then there's nothing after that?
Bullet hit her body cam.
That and her vest saved her life.
Who's the officer?
Donna Massanet.
That's the same Officer Massanet
you went through the Academy with?
SWAT training, too. She didn't make it,
but she should've. She's a warrior.
How's she doing? The bullet to the arm did some real damage.
They're working hard to make sure she regains full mobility.
She should be out of surgery soon.
The body cam didn't get a look at the shooter in the hoodie,
but we got the driver. Harley Stone.
Captain, these crimes are connected.
Our friend at the marina
was able to identify the driver as one
of the individuals trafficking cyanide.
And between his tax evasion priors
and the way he addressed the officer,
it's safe to assume he's an extremist
in the sovereign militia movement.
Most sovereigns just want to live off the grid,
but the extreme ones, they don't think
the government have authority over them whatsoever.
You've all had training on how
to deal with these sovereigns, correct?
Yup. All right,
what else do we know about this guy?
Harley Stone lost his farm
in 2014.
Now he lives in an apartment in the North Valley.
Got a team of federal agents surveilling the place.
No one seems to be home.
Utilities are under the wife's name, Lara Stone.
Looks like she pled guilty to tax evasion, too,
along with her husband.
Two peas in the same sovereign pod.
Yeah, it must be true love.
Still fighting the fine. Going on two years now.
Captain Cortez, I need your team
to get into that apartment.
Of course.
All right, listen up. We don't want any neighbors
or friends tipping off the Stones that we're on to them,
so let's prep as cable guys.
Hey. You good? No.
Not with someone trying to kill Donna.
Why don't you go see her?
Maybe she'll remember something that can help us.
Pass on best wishes from all of us.
Hey. How are you?
Oh, my God. You look great. Thank you, you guys.
You're too sweet.
TAN: Hey, it's so good to see you.
Hey, you're looking strong enough
to strap on the gear and roll with us.
Yeah. I'll leave that
to the pros. There you go.
My turn.
Oh, Annie.
So good to see you're doing better.
But you know the routine. I got to go prep my guys.
But I'll show up later this week with some of my gumbo.
We're gonna go thank the commissioner then take her home.
I'll, uh, be good to go after that.
All right. It's good to see you.
You, too.
I want to show you something first.
Okay.
What's this?
This is something we do here at SWAT.
We keep a letter in our locker to our loved ones
in case...
You don't come back?
Why are you giving it to me now?
You know I've never been good at this stuff.
But I almost lost you twice,
and it just doesn't make sense
for this letter to be sitting in my locker,
unread, gathering dust.
Baby, after living with you for the past 12 years,
it is gonna take a lot more than two brain surgeries
to lose me.
Sorry.
I forgot the, uh...
name tags.
Just do me a favor
and don't open it till you get home.
Okay.
What took you so long?
Uh, sort of busted up a moment in there.
Deac was in the locker room giving Annie some old letter.
Deac's giving her the letter?
What do you mean the letter?
Is he gonna quit or something?
I think I would've heard about that. No.
What are we talking about exactly? TAN: Not talking about anything.
It's bad luck to talk about it,
like a no-hitter while it's happening.
All right, come on, guys. Stop messing with him.
Street, we all keep a letter in our locker.
SWAT superstition. Yeah, you do it so you don't need it,
because if you need it, that means
you didn't make it back from an op.
Wait, you telling us this whole time
you've been rocking and rolling without a letter to a loved one
in your locker? Yeah, I guess.
Aw, man.
Wait.
You're telling me that it's SWAT bad luck
to not keep a letter in your locker,
and no one bothered to tell me for the last five months?
Thought you knew.
Was sure of it. No.
Well, you know now, so get to writing one.
You know what? I'm not superstitious.
It's bad juju, man. All right, Street,
that's enough. Come on, we rolling.
Let's move.
Excuse me.
Pacific Cable?
Yeah. If I pay you cash,
would you be able to activate
some of the movie channels for me?
Ma'am, we need to take care of
one of your neighbors first.
It's an assigned call. If you head back up,
when we get done with this,
we'll come knock, hook you up. Oh. Okay.
Yeah, great. Number six.
Okay. Don't forget.
We won't.
Focus, playboy.
You're clear to make entry.
Roger that.
Hey, you got a neighbor approaching.
Hurry up with that lock.
You almost in, Street?
One... more...
second.
HONDO: All right, look for anything
dealing with converting cyanide into gas.
Books, computers, anything. Check the other room.
I'll look in here. Okay.
Boss? Come look at this.
What's up
Oh, just the sovereign wall of fame.
Oh, wow.
Waco. Oklahoma City bombing.
The Malheur Wildlife Refuge standoff.
"Death penalty is an oxymoron,
death is not a penalty, it's an escape."
McVeigh was a sovereign? Not McVeigh.
One of his coconspirators was.
Is that Harley Stone?
Yes, it is. One of his buddies might be our shooter.
It's funny, I thought
sovereigns were all white supremacists or something.
Nah, they come in all walks of life, Street.
That's what makes them so hard to identify.
Never underestimate them for a second.
That's it?
The official draft of our proposals?
Only thing missing is the title page.
I was thinking...
maybe only my name should be on it.
You-you want to take my name off of it?
Just to start. Look, I'm used to cops hating me.
I'm civilian oversight.
They'll already assume I'm the enemy.
But a lot of officers will be opposed to it,
and they'll feel betrayed by you. There'll be
an adjustment period, sure, but good cops won't have
a problem with anything in here once I have the chance
to tell them why. Okay.
Go ahead, sell me.
Sell you?
Yeah, sell me like I'm a 15-year-on-the-job cop,
on why I should listen to some lady bureaucrat who has the gall
to mandate that I not only spend less time
on the streets where the real criminals are,
but less time with my family because you want me volunteering
extra hours in certain communities.
Sell me. Well,
versions of this type of reform have already been successful
in seven major cities. You've already lost me.
Stats are boring.
The words in the proposal don't matter.
Person with the message does.
Come on, talk to me, cop-to-cop.
We can either spend the next couple of decades
reacting to crimes, or we can be proactive
in preventing them from happening in the first place.
All right, I'm half-listening.
Right now, the community believes the deck is stacked.
It's nearly impossible to charge, let alone convict,
an officer for anything.
The few bad cops there are have no reason to change,
making the rest of us look bad.
When we have real accountability, then
the community will actually believe us
when we tell them something couldn't be avoided.
When they see more of us in their churches, their schools,
their neighborhoods, their businesses
for something besides picking up dead bodies
and arresting their sons,
they'll know we keep our word.
Sold.
Let's submit it with both our names.
Annie.
Hi.
This is Commissioner Plank.
Call me Michael, please. Nice to meet you, Annie.
Well, everyone said that you were the one
who convinced Dr. Chandler to come in
on his anniversary to do the surgery.
He saved my life, which means you saved my life.
I wouldn't put it quite that dramatically.
We would.
Well, even if that's true,
you've saved a lot more lives than me over the years.
I'm just glad I could do something this time.
I still don't know how you convinced Dr. Chandler
to abandon his wife on their anniversary.
This city's run on favors.
Fortunately, I had a few lying around to hand out.
It's just a little thing,
but we wanted you to have something from us
as a thank you.
You just made my day.
Christina?
Hi, Donna.
Can we have a moment?
Yeah.
Stay strong.
You hang in there.
How you feeling?
I don't know what hurts worse--
my arm or my ego for letting them get the jump on me.
Hey, weren't you supposed to get shot first?
You're the one who made SWAT. You were always
better at taking a hit than me. I needed to be.
With your sniping skills,
I had to do something to keep up with you.
I was gonna try out again.
Don't know if my arm'll be up to it.
Ah, you'll be back to your old self.
You were just as qualified as me.
God forbid
we have two women SWAT officers, right?
Yeah.
Hey. How old is Ryland now?
Hmm. He looks so big in the pictures you've been posting lately.
Aah. I know. I can't believe he's almost seven.
Jonathan took him to get a snack downstairs.
Oh. Hey.
God.
I hate them seeing me like this.
The man who shot you--
anything you remember about him?
We couldn't get a good look at him on your body cam. Yeah.
I didn't get a good look, either.
He was wearing that hoodie. Do you remember
anything after the shooting?
Everything went white.
I didn't even feel my arm at first.
All I could think about was my family.
But, yeah.
Yeah.
I heard the driver say something right after I got shot.
What did he say? Crockett.
He said the name Crockett.
Crockett? You got a description?
All right, I'm gonna send you a picture of some faces.
See if it jogs anything for her.
Female suspect is
approaching the location. 20
Street.
20-David, I copy. Follow her in.
LAPD. Hands behind your back. Hands behind your back.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on? Hey, hands behind your back!
Hands behind your back now. Hands behind your back! Don't move.
We're Metro SWAT. Yes, we have a warrant. Where's your husband?
I don't know. Look on my phone! Why are you doing this to me?
What HONDO: Your husband was involved
in the shooting of a police officer.
Does the name "Crockett" mean anything to you?
You have no right to be in my home.
I thought you might say that. Now you get to go to my house.
Come on.
The FBI has a match on the name you got from Donna.
Crockett Jacobs. He's the leader of a local sovereign group.
What we're after here is not fighting.
It's conquering.
I don't have to kill anybody,
but if we need to shed blood
to change the current system,
that's exactly what we'll do.
So, that's the bastard who shot Donna?
Yeah. I read Donna's SWAT review.
Sounds like she got close. She was as good as me.
I thought after I walked through that door,
there'd be more following.
I know. There should be.
You can't tell me women can't do it.
So where are they?
Chris, change is coming... on a lot of things.
I've heard that before.
Her husband
is affiliated with the same sovereign militia sect
responsible for two bomb plots just last year.
Okay, wait a minute. You going in
as a federal officer may cause her to clam up.
It's my investigation, Sergeant. I understand that, but I'm local.
If she shares her husband's philosophies about D.C.,
there's a chance I might get more cooperation from her.
Okay, you go first, but if I see
you're having trouble, I'm stepping in. Of course.
Lara, why don't you have a seat?
You're gonna get sued.
You can't hold me against my will.
You and your husband are still fighting a tax bill.
Technically, there's a warrant out for both of you,
so that gives us the right to hold you.
Harley says we're not subject to the constraints of federal taxes
or fines the government imposes illegally.
Let me ask you a question.
As someone who doesn't believe in taxes,
if your house was to catch fire, who would you call?
911? Who pays for the roads that you drive on?
The street lights? You see, from what I understand,
sovereigns preach self-reliance.
So how is that not living off the rest of us?
Harley and Crockett Jacobs
are planning on hurting a lot of people.
My husband doesn't hurt people.
The government does that.
We lost everything in the drought
when they diverted our water.
We had a farm. Gone.
Is that why
your husband is stockpiling cyanide?
Why he simply sat back and watched Crockett shoot a cop?
That's not true.
Then I'm leaving.
No, you're not. Delta one-ten, I need backup.
Turn off the car, sir.
Turn off the car!
Look, we understand that your husband
is angry, but angry enough to do what?
Commander, you have a minute?
Yeah. What's up?
What's this? Some reform proposals
I had you read a few months back.
Commissioner Plank helped me fine-tune them.
And before it's officially
submitted today, I wanted to give you a heads-up.
Ah. Well, it all makes sense now.
The reason why Commissioner Plank's
been here at HQ so much lately.
We've been working hard on this
to make sure it's fair to the community and to the department.
Well, to be honest, I thought you were trying
to get close to him because you're angling for my job.
No, I'm just trying
to improve the relationship between the people
and the police. Mm-hmm.
And you think this is fair to the department?
Because I don't see fair in these bullet points.
The reason why I didn't forward your proposal to Plank before,
well, apparently, you went behind my back,
is because it's gonna turn a lot of good cops against you.
I'm prepared to defend them to any officer
willing to listen with an open mind.
Open mind? The commissioner and I...
Michael Plank doesn't have to walk these halls every day.
You do. This'll never make it past the police union.
Michael believes we'll be able to overcome those obstacles.
So it's "Michael" now.
You'll be a pariah with almost
everyone here. Proposing changes
like this is the reason you promoted me to captain
in the first place.
I'm standing behind it.
Like I said, I felt I owe you the respect
to give you a heads-up. And I owe you the respect
to let you know that I can't back you on this.
Found that at your apartment, along with diapers
and baby clothes.
Only you don't have any kids.
And, well, you're not pregnant.
Are you?
I had a miscarriage.
After three days of being deposed by four EPA lawyers
when we were trying to get our water rights back. So you're saying
the government is the reason that you lost your baby?
Our son.
Yes, that's right. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry to hear about your son.
But, Lara, the question right now is how your husband
and Crockett intend to hurt innocent people as payback.
Harley's a good man. I think you're a good wife,
and I think you're standing by your man.
But I don't believe for a second
that you would intentionally inflict pain on other people.
And if you could, you would talk Harley out
of doing whatever he's planning.
I married a proud man.
He was proud to work hard and take care of me.
He was proud of the farm.
He was proud to be starting a family.
When you take all those things away from a man,
what takes the place of where that pride used to be?
Okay, time to write that letter, champ. Hondo seems to be
getting close with the wife. We might be on the move soon.
Yeah, so get writing.
Let's get it in your locker. I don't know.
Look, don't mess around here, Street. Like I said,
I'm not that superstitious.
And I've been fine the last five months, right?
I think I'm gonna take my chances.
You believe this?
Crockett's why we have all that sovereign BS in our apartment.
He's made Harley worse and worse lately.
I told him that I'd get pregnant again,
but, um...
I couldn't.
I don't really know what's wrong with me.
We didn't have enough money to go to the doctor
to figure it out.
We spent it all fighting for our farm.
Maybe if I'd been able to get pregnant
this wouldn't be happening.
Lara, this isn't your fault.
But you are the only one who can help Harley
see that using cyanide on people is not gonna help his life.
Or yours.
Help me find Harley,
and I will do everything in my power to bring him in safely.
There was this place
that Crockett found.
A place where they hang out and...
have meetings and...
plan, I guess.
All right, listen up. An unknown number
of armed sovereigns are holed up in a ranch house down the road.
The FBI can't get 'em to engage in negotiations.
It's unknown if the suspects or the cyanide are still inside.
Better figure it out quick.
That's right. That means we can't wait to go in.
Now, the situation is not ideal.
We need to breach the property and secure the cyanide if it is inside.
Now, my team's gonna be making entry. Mumford.
We're gonna come in from the three side.
Make sure all the windows are accounted for
before 20-David makes entry.
We'll be their cover. I can't stress enough
how motivated these sovereigns are.
This is their White House they're protecting.
Structure's fortified.
It's broad daylight.
The property offers little to no cover.
All right. Let's get it done.
Sierra Team, any movement inside?
Negative. All clear.
Let's move.
MUMFORD: Hondo,
we're approaching the rear of the house.
Let's go.
Whoa.
Trip lasers.
Mumford, be advised.
Trip lasers.
Go.
Sierra Team, side one, muzzles out the window.
Everybody take cover!
Mumford, we're taking fire!
Are you okay?!
Are you all right?! Just a ricochet.
Cover me! Go!
You have no jurisdiction!
You have no right to be here!
Leave now or we will kill you!
That's not from us.
Someone called in the news choppers.
These guys are always trying to be martyrs on camera.
Let's not give 'em their wish today.
Street, go cover Tan. Copy.
20 to 50-David,
smoke 'em out! Roger that.
Rocker. Tan,
smoke out the four side.
Go!
Luca, on me. Smoke out the front.
Go!
Hands up! Hands up! Give me the hands! Let me see the hands!
Get your hands up! Let me see the hands now!
Hands up!
Who else is inside?! Who else Let me see the hands now!
is inside?! They're not talking!
20 to 50-David,
we're breaching. Roger.
Masks on.
Let's go.
Deacon, Tan, right side!
Luca, Street, back!
I got movement! Street, check the door.
LAPD!
Open the door!
You have no right to be here!
If you got a weapon in there, put it down
and come out peacefully!
You want to kill me on private property?!
Try it!
We got to get eyes inside.
Street.
Stay out! I'm warning you!
It's Harley Stone. He's using the shower
to block the gas from his eyes.
That means he can't see us coming either.
Street, throw another one in.
LAPD! Police! Police!
Empty.
Yeah, that's not good.
He's still under water.
Okay, the gas isn't working. Are we going in?
No, he might make us do something we don't want to do.
We got to flush him out.
Street, go to the back.
No! No, no!
Two! Two! Two!
Come on.
Turn around! Hands behind!
This is 20-David.
We're all clear. Harley Stone is down.
Hondo, we got a problem.
Deac.
These are the same barrels from the marina.
Empty. All of 'em.
So where's the cyanide?
I don't talk to anyone that betrays the Constitution.
You think bringing my wife in here will soften me up?
She's a free citizen, too.
You're breaking so many laws.
I'm gonna report you. What's your name, Officer?
Harley, please, just tell him what Crockett's going to do
with the cyanide. Lara, what are you doing?
Baby... She doesn't want to see
any innocent people get hurt. None of us do.
What we're doing is right. If you really believed that,
then you would've told me what you were planning.
I didn't tell you to protect you.
Poisoning people is protecting me?
You know that it's wrong,
and you know that I would've told you that it's wrong.
Hey. Hey.
Think you forgot something in the kitchen.
You, too, now?
The letter's not about you, okay?
It's about everyone else.
Luca and Tan believe in the superstition,
so that makes it real.
So why don't you just write it for them?
Well, truth is...
I don't have anyone to leave a letter to.
What do you mean?
Well, my mom...
I don't know what I'm supposed to think about her anymore.
And, uh...
there's really no one else.
Kind of pathetic, right?
Address it to me.
To you? Yeah.
I don't know if you've noticed,
but ever since you stopped hitting on me,
we've actually become friends.
You're important to me.
Oh, yeah?
Don't make me change my mind.
Okay, just...
just write the letter already.
You know what they did to our farm, to our baby.
The miscarriage is not the government's fault.
We were in pain,
and we needed someone to blame, but that doesn't mean
that we pass that pain on to others, Harley.
No. They've been brainwashing us
our whole lives, and they're doing it to you right now.
I'm with you.
I am always with you.
But I am not okay with killing people.
I can't let the others down.
I'm your wife.
Don't let me down, please.
And, look, unless you help these officers
stop this...
you are not my husband.
Where's the cyanide?
Crockett's using you.
He's using your grief to push his own agenda.
Where is it?
Baby.
This started with the state agency taking our water.
We were gonna finish it by poisoning theirs.
They were never gonna convert it to gas.
They left it liquid to dump it in a fresh water system.
You know where you're going?
Sure do.
Patrol officers are on scene.
We're code six.
Possible HRT.
The West Side Treatment plant should already be evacuating
their 700-some employees and shutting down operations.
Place is like a small city.
Yeah, Crockett's gonna look to blend in.
It'll make it easier for him to pump the cyanide
into the fresh water system. Now, right here,
they lead directly into the state agency's headquarters.
We got 15 seconds out!
This is for Donna.
We're looking for three suspects.
We don't know what two of them look like.
We'll find 'em.
Just be careful they don't find you first.
All right, Mumford's team is two minutes out.
Deacon, take Luca and Tan, go to the control center.
See why this plant hasn't been shut down.
All right, you two are with me. Let's move.
All right, keep working. Keith, come on.
GUARD: Hey, you cleared to be in this section?
We got a security breach.
Uh, yeah. I got my work order right here. Whoa.
Keith, take, uh, Tommy, here, to the work center.
Keep the plant operational, all right?
We'll get that valve open here.
Chris, I'm gonna need you on high ground.
Get eyes on the targets. Go.
Street, with me.
If anybody moves, I will kill you.
Stay where you're at.
Everything will be fine if you don't move.
Deac, we got a hostage situation.
Can we breach?
Negative. There's a mirror.
He'll see us coming for sure.
That's Crockett.
Street, you stay here. I'm going up.
You cover me.
Okay.
Chris, you got eyes? Negative.
Street, get up here and secure this guy.
Crockett broke the lever. I got the rabbit.
Deacon, what's your status? We got a hostage situation.
Find a way to shut down this plant.
I'm gonna take another position.
On my count, shoot the mirror,
bang the room.
Got it.
DEACON: I'm in position. On my count. Three, two, one.
Go! Go! Go! Drop your gun! Drop the gun!
Can you turn the system off?! It'll take about ten minutes!
That still gives them time to poison the water.
Let's go, let's go. Come on.
Come on, let's go, this way.
Hondo, we've neutralized the threat
in the control room, but it's gonna take ten minutes
to shut the system down.
You got to keep them from dumping that cyanide.
I'm working on it!
Aah!
Zero little piggies.
Why'd you let him have a moment with his wife after all he did?
I didn't do it for him, I did it for her.
It would've been a really bad day without her.
Okay, ma'am, right this way.
I talked to Donna's doctors.
They're expecting her to make a full recovery.
When she's ready, I want her trying out again.
You won't be the only woman in SWAT much longer.
Are creeping within
You think this place can take that much estrogen?
They'll have to.
And I need one more chance
Now that time is running thin
Night, boss.
Good night, Chris.
Well, you are the things
That'd make up my dreams
* When I've spent every dime
That jingled my jeans
I deserve every stone
That's thrown out at me
And I'll think of your smile
I'm in love with your teeth
Oh...
Da-da-da
I'm losin' when I am not playing no games
* Now, would you take me back
When I've gambled my pay?
And I've got no directions
Without her little fingers
Barbed wire, razor wire
Nothing keeps me from her
Oh...
Well, damn.
Nobody should look that good
and be that lethal.
13:34. Okay, that's not bad.
How'd you know I'd be here?
Ah, come on, Jess.
This is where you always come to escape.
I know you remember that little competition we had
once upon a time. You mean our first date?
Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I was not aware that was a date. It was.
I also remember you losing. Okay, I damn sure
don't remember that, 'cause I did not lose.
Maybe it was a tie.
You know, I read the bullet points
on your reform proposals today.
You here to tell me how much cops are gonna hate it? Hey.
You really think after all this time I wouldn't support you?
Oh...
Your shot.
Did Deacon get the letter?
Ah, I was wondering who helped her get in there.
Jess, you know, we all have letters.
The one in my locker's addressed to my pops.
* If you're runnin' away, I'm lookin' for you *
Hey.
And if you've lost your way
I'm seein' you through...
I wouldn't want anyone reading anything
that would get you in trouble.
But that's not to say that in my kitchen,
in a certain recipe book, there's not something
addressed to you.
Well, make sure I never get to read it.
That's the plan.
Best out of three?
Bring it.
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