All language subtitles for S.W.A.T. S05E12 Provenance

Previously on SWAT...What're you doing in Vegas?

I can't just come visit
my big sister?

If this is about Dad,
I don't want to hear it.

Pops has cancer.

I got to go
to work tomorrow.

The casino'd shut down
if you called in sick?

- How you doing?
- Thinks I'm on my death bed.

That's not why she's here, Pop.

Then why then, son?

Because he made me come.

Well, ain't nobody
making you stay.

Okay.

- How can you forgive him so easy?
- He is so scared

that we're never gonna
find a way to forgive him.

I'm not sure I ever will.

We're all here
for you, Pop.

Thank you for coming back.

Always thought that

these were lost
to the '70s.

You sure
they're real?

Oh, the gloves have been authenticated,

along with everything else
up for auction tonight

from the
Feiner Collection.

These bad boys

right here are expected to put
Restoration Auction House

on the map.

What's the going rate

for the ruling class'
"woke trophies" these days?

I think whoever buys them will
be quick to sign a museum lease.

This is a significant sale.

Significant?

Carlos and Smith
raised their fists

in a mute plea
for human rights,

so they made sure that we were
seen on the Olympic stage,

and now you're telling me
that our relics

have been stashed
in some guy's attic?

They wouldn't be here
if Mr. Feiner

hadn't seen
the historical value.

No one man
should own our history.

You know what?

Your mom's back on Sunday,

- I'll see you then.
- Okay, w-wait, um...

Dad, I was gonna
show you the place.

You know, introduce you
to some colleagues.

I thought this would be
nice for you,

uh, your own personal viewing.

I mean, look, it's a step up
from Casino Services, huh?

You're still just
serving booze to rich folks.

You know,
a wealthy casino client

created this position
just for me

when he learned I wanted
to move closer to my folks.

That's how good I am at my job.

Then I'll let you
get back to it.

Ms. Harrelson.

Uh, yes, Julia,
what is it?

Otto needs you
in the East Gallery.

But we don't have guests
arriving for hours. Can he wait?

No, sorry,
he wants you now.

Okay. Uh, Dad,

my intern, Julia...

Okay, uh, please tell
Otto I'm on my way.

Have a good one.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
guys, guys, deliveries

- go in the back.
- No, there was no one out back.

Okay...

Wait, I have no deliveries
for today.

Yeah, we're here
for pickup.

Nice and calm.

Hope you don't mind
if I borrow this.

Tie him up. Round up any others.

These are the pieces named
in the cease and desist letter.

I've asked
the prep crew

to pull all three
of Toshiko's paintings

before tonight'sauction,

but we'll need to inform
management before making

any program changes.
Problem is,

we're not expecting
full staff till 9:00.

- Okay, what can I do to help?
- Please

call Jeremiah for me.

You're the
VIP whisperer.

Who's more VIP
than the boss?

He'll quiz me,

and I don't have the answers
to questions like...

If there's a debate
over provenance,

how the hell
did they get hung up?

Hey, what are you doing?

Stay quiet.
Follow me, follow me.

Signal box.

Go, go, go, go, go
the other way. Go the other way.

Hands up against the wall!

Against the wall now!

Let's go, people.

Move it.

Everybody, hand over your

cell phones now.

Run, rabbit, run.

Pick up. Pick up, Hondo.

What's the drill,
Commander?

As we speak, downtown units
are responding

to an armed robbery

and a possible hostage
situation at Restoration...

Restoration Auction House.

That's Winnie's new gig.

My pops went there
this morning to see her.

She tried to call
while we were boxing.

You don't think... I don't know.

Hey, this is Winnie.
Leave a message.

She's not answering.

She left a voice mail.

Hondo, they're inside
the building.

People with guns. I...

I can hear them coming.
Oh, my God. Oh, God. Okay, okay.

Listen, we're-we're trapped.

Uh, the windows and doors
are barricaded, and... I got...

I-I-I'm trying to find a place
to hide right now,

but you need
to get here, like, now.

Hondo, we-we need you... Hon...

I can send in 50-Squad if
this hits too close to home.

No, I'm good. Let's roll.

Go, go.

Jeremiah Ward, I'm the owner.

I just can't believe
- this is happening.
- Sergeant David Kay.

LAPD SWAT.
What can you tell us?

I'm just getting here. I was
in traffic, got an SOS text

from a guard, uh,
20-ish minutes ago.

It's been radio silence since.

All right,
how many people inside?

We open to the public at noon,
auction days start late,

so, ten, maybe 12 employees.
Our call out

said armed robbery.
Any idea of their target?

Everything, from the looks
of it. I mean, we've got

anti-theft alerts ringing
in every single gallery.

It's got to be a diversion
to keep us from knowing

exactly where they are
or what they're after.

Which means they're smart.

We got eyes inside? This place
has to be loaded with cameras.

It is, but they've cut off
access from the feed.

We've got nothing out here.

It's locked up like a fortress.

Oh, it's state of the art.

We got reinforced barriers

on every single window and door.

The system is designed to trap

would-be thieves
between the grab and go.

Oh, so save the art
and screw whoever

might be stuck inside,
is that it?

Hondo, the guy
didn't design the system.

- Look, how do we get inside?
- There's a keypad

at the entrance.
I've got a system override code.

- Show us. Come on.
- Yeah, yeah.

Deacon, how many robberies gone
wrong have we seen

where it's the hostages
who pay the price?

Hey. We'll get 'em out.

Lobby's beyond this point,

galleries and auction room
down the hall.

One heat signature,
seated, unmoving.

Nothing else in range.

We don't know who they are
or where they are

or how heavily they're armed.
We're going in blind.

Got the code, Luca?

9614. Should open
any locked door inside.

Go.

Luca.
It's not working.

They must've disabled
door controls.

No way in,
no way out.

Damn it!

They're trapped inside. No.

They got us locked outside.

Hey. I need you to get
those doors open now.

Look, the barriers
are controlled by

the security office
inside the building.

I have no way to override them.

Whoa, whoa, sir, sir,
you can't come through here.

Hondo!
- Whoa, whoa...

Hey, man,
what're you doing, man?

Hey, take your
- hands off me, man.
- Hey! Hey!

Hey, Officer, Officer.
He's with me. He's all right.

- All right.
- Pop, you're okay.

Never mind about me.
Where's your sister?

- Where's Winnie?
- I thought you were with her.

- You didn't answer my calls.
- Listen, I was driving,

I see these cop
cars whizzing by,

one after the next,
one after the next,

and then I hear on the radio
that something's going down,

so I turned the car
around and came back.

Hondo, we got to get Winnie out.

Hey, this is what I do, Pop.

I should be in there with her.

No, no, I'm just glad
you're here.

I think I seen the bad guys
going inside.

- They were wearing medical masks.
- How many?

Don't know, think it was four.

She-she wanted me to take
this tour with her, right,

and I just left, man, I just
left her there. I walked out.

Winnie's gonna be all right.
You hear me? I got this.

Can't be easy for Hondo.

Well, I mean, his sister's
in danger. His dad's scared.

Hell, I'll bet he's wrestling
back his own fears right now.

We're gonna get her out.

No, you wouldn't promise that
to some other hostage's family.

Hicks and mobile command
are a couple blocks out.

How's Hondo?
Chris, you get us

into that building. I don't
care how you do it,

but you figure it out fast.

We've already given them
way too much time inside

- with the captives. Go.
- We got this place surrounded.

There's no way they're
getting out of there.

These guys are armed,
they came here

with some kind of plan.
Now, we got

no way of knowing
what they got cooking,

but I'm starting to think
they're buying time inside.

For what?

- Hey, back against the wall.
- He's bleeding out.

Someone needs to put pressure on
that wound or he's gonna die.

Do you want to do it?

Otto, hand me that tarp.

I don't think
he'll like that.

I can't do this alone. Please.

Okay. All right. Okay.

Julia, you all right?

Come here. Come here.

Look at me.
What's wrong?

I feel like
I can't breathe.

Okay. Okay.
Uh, give me your hand,

give me your hand, come on.
He needs your help.

All right? Hold this.

Hold it right there.

Okay, let's both,
let's both

take a big breath, okay?

Take a big breath.

I can't be here.

I have an anxiety thing, and...

and I... this is- this is a lot.

Okay.

My brother... my brother,
he's a SWAT officer.

Okay?
He's the best of the best.

I bet he's outside right now,

trying to get in.

We just got to figure a way
to keep each other safe.

All right?

Maybe I can help.

It's my phone.

I slipped it in my boot
before he noticed.

I've called every line inside.

- Seems they don't want to talk.
- Keep it ringing.

We got low-res security footage

from the hotel up the street.

We got four people,

large crate,
plates are fake,

but we got the van
in the back alley.

- Any IDs?
- No. No faces

or identifying
marks visible,

- but we're working the van.
- Commander Hicks?

That's right.
This is Sergeant Kay.

Detective Olivia Barlow,
Art Theft.

I'd like to offer my services.

Art theft is a niche world.
I can help you navigate.

Well, we'll take
whatever you have.

I got a current layout

and the original
building plans, too.

All right, put up
the current layout.

What are your initial
thoughts, Detective?

If I'm purely
greed motivated,

I'm targeting the Centennial
Diamonds in the Jewel Gallery.

Or, in the West Gallery,

a duo of multi-million dollar
oil paintings.

Our thieves might be
buying time.

Does that narrow the target?

It tells me they know
this auction house.

All the casings inside
are reinforced glass.

They'd need time to retrieve
whatever they're after.

Any insight on the suspects?

Not yet. Art theft is often
a crime of passion.

If we ID the target,

maybe I can find a connection.
Found a way

to get us inside,
but it's gonna be a loud entry.

That'll give away any tactical
advantage we might have.

The more we know before
we go in, the better.

I assume whatever we're planning
doesn't include explosives?

There is priceless
artwork inside.

Any attempt to blow things up

or shoot things down
could damage precious

cultural treasures.

There are people inside,
lives at risk.

That's our mission.

Yeah, this is Hondo.
Please, you have to listen to...

- Back up. You back away from me.
- Winnie.

- Commander.
- Yup?

It's my sister.
She's on an open line.

You don't understand-- the guard
needs medical attention.

He's still bleeding badly
from his leg wound.

That's on you.
You asked to help.

If he stays here

in the East Gallery with us,
he's going to die.

She told us where they are. Clever.

Chris, tell Tan to call
the East Gallery.

Come on, you know
we're not a threat

to you. The four of you
have assault rifles.

The nine of us just want
to get out of here alive.

Nine hostages.

And with the heat signature

in the lobby,
potentially ten.

MAN 2:
What is going on here?

Why is she talking?

Do they know we're in here?

MAN 2:
Won't matter,

just work the plan.
By the time

they get here,
we'll be gone.

MAN 2:
If everyone plays along,
no one's

gonna get hurt.
Is that understood?

All right, everyone
on your feet.

Move them to the exit.
Leave that guard.

He's only gonna
slow us down.

Let's move! Move!
Go, go! Let's go!

Where do they think they're
going? There are no exits.

Hold up.

I found an archival blueprint

of the original 1920s building

from before the auction house
security renovations.

It marks tunnels
running underneath that

extend past
the property line.

Part of an
underground network

that runs for miles
under the city, used by

- bootleggers during prohibition.
- That leads to

dozens of
entrances and exits

all throughout downtown.

If they slip into
those tunnels... They're in the wind.

That tunnel entrance
is below the Auction Room.

We need to intercept.

They're inside the building.

- Let's go! Let's go!
- Go, go! Go!

- Let's go, come on, faster!
- Move!

He's got a pulse.

Get him out to safety.

Make sure to check
the East Gallery

for the wounded guard
they left.

No sign of them.

They're too far ahead. We can't

- let them get to those tunnels.
- We got 'em.

Just keep going.

Go, go.

Stay here. Wait for my signal.

Come on. The door
to the tunnels is down here.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
It's locked.

What do you mean it's locked?
You don't have a key? A code?

This padlock is not
supposed to be here.

It's the same lock my old man
uses on his storage unit.

Bullet's not gonna do it.

We're screwed.

We've got incoming.

Go.

I got eyes.

- LAPD!
- Any closer and I'll shoot.

- Let her go!
- Do not want to push me.

I drop this one,
I got plenty more shields.

All right.
I'm gonna give you your space.

All right, 20-Squad,
back out slowly.

So, our escape
route's blocked.

What's the plan say now?

You want to ask
me that again?

There is no plan anymore.
It's all shot to hell.

Security guards
Ford and Clark are stable,

en route to the hospital now.

What's the update from inside?

All right, well, the gray areas,
we've cleared them,

but the suspects have taken
control of the Auction Room,

effectively barring us
from the rest of the building.

Remaining eight hostages
are being held by four gunmen,

led by an unidentified
white male in his mid-40s.

I just got some intel
that might help.

Suspects' van was cleared
of prints, but the body damage

and make and model
match a vehicle

used recently
in a home robbery.

Only identifying suspect...

- Noah Erickson.
- That's him.

That's their leader.

He was threatening to kill
hostages if we approached.

He held a gun
to Winnie's head.

Has extensive list
of priors,

no pattern to them,
no connection to the art world.

Probably just a hired hand.

He was-he was yelling about
a padlock on the tunnel door,

but Ward, the owner
of the auction house,

says it's not theirs.

He has no idea
where it came from.

You think someone
screwed up the plan?

I don't know. It's hard to say.
But if they feel trapped,

maybe this guy Noah
will want to talk now.

Well, emergency negotiation team
is tied up assisting LASO.

Let's keep ringing
the auction room landline,

see if he
takes the bait.

If he does,
we can pin his location.

You keep him talking,
- we'll move in.
- All right.

Commander, Deacon.
A word?

I'm passing command
over to you, Deacon.

Hey, Hondo, I would've
done the same thing,

pulling the team
out like that.

Engaging them
any further

would have put all
the hostages at risk.

I know that.
And I'm not questioning it,

but she was...

she was right there,

and he was a flinch away from...

She is my blood,
she's my responsibility.

She's our responsibility.

But I'm the one she calls,

and I need to be here
if she tries to again.

We respect your
decision, Sergeant.

Suspects cut three holes
in the East Gallery wall,

then they removed
the paintings from behind.

You're sure about this spot?

Yeah, I just saw the holes
on my way out just now.

Strange that they'd target
these three paintings.

They're painted by
a virtually unknown artist.

Far from the most valuable
pieces in the collection.

If you're right,
this isn't about money.

The motive
must be emotional.

Well, people grow
attached to things.

Value doesn't always matter.

You a collector?

Nah, nah, not me.

But I am the owner of
a Guatemalan food truck

that means more to me
than it makes for me,

so...

Who doesn't appreciate
the craft of a good empanada?

Yeah.

Look...

I-I didn't mean to imply
earlier that the people

were a lesser priority
than the art.

This is a more

high-stakes day at work
than I've had in a while,

and I overstepped.
I apologize.

I may have overreacted.

20-Squad has family
inside today.

You protect the people,
I'll protect the art,

even from friendly fire.

All right.

Luca.

Deacon needs us inside.

Hondo?

Pop, you got
to let me work.

I saw the guards.
You got 'em out. Where's Winnie?

She's still inside.

And what are you
doing outside?

I'm needed in command.
Deacon's gonna lead the team

- in the building.
- Hey, look, if they're trying

to shove you out,
you need to shove right back.

Pop, it was my decision.

Well, it's the wrong decision.

I trusted you

to get Winnie out.

How are you going
to do that from here?

I get that you're worried, but

I don't need you telling me how
to do my job, you understand?

I'm gonna get
Winnie out my way.

- Everything all right?
- Everything's fine.

- My pop just had some questions.
- Trust your instincts.

Focus on the job at hand.
You treat your father

like any other scared,
uninformed parent.

You got that?

It won't be a
problem, sir.

Good.
Deacon and the team are set.

I can't take this.

It just keeps
ringing and ringing

and ringing.

Oh, God,
I can't breathe.

She's freaking me out.

Have some sympathy.

It's okay. It's okay.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
you focus on me.

Talk to me.
Talk to me.

Why are you working here?

Uh, I'm studying art,

trying to become a curator.

Needed work experience.

Why here?
Why-why not at a museum?

Auction houses are where
works of art test their value.

The people who select
what's up for sale decide

what's seen and prized,

and I want to be one
of them, mix it up.

This sort of passion--
it sounds personal.

My grandmother was an artist.

- Mm.
- Brilliant, but, um,

never sold her work.

The market didn't see her value.

I'm sure
you'll change that someday.

You should know,
you're only pissing me off here.

Not a good idea.

This is Sergeant
Daniel Harrelson.

Am I speaking
with Noah Erickson?

All right, get me
the hell out of here

or we're gonna start shooting.

My team is outside your door.

Command to 30-David.
Erickson's on the line.

Start your approach,
signal when in position.

Doesn't look to me

like you're set up
to be making threats.

Let's work this out--
you and me.

So you can talk me
into a prison cell?

No, thank you, Sergeant.

Tell me how this ends, Noah.

We walk free, Harrelson.

Is that your brother?

Feels to me like

I'm the only one
providing solutions here.

Why would I do that?

No. I'm not releasing anyone.

No one in or out until my people
and I are clear.

If I'm not getting out of here,

I don't know why
anybody else should.

Killing hostages
isn't part of the plan, man.

I know things went sideways.

Did you do this?

Padlock the exit?

Not me, but someone screwed you.

So, look, this isn't all on you,
Noah. Talk to me.

And if I got information?

Share it. See what it buys you.

Tell me who's really
behind all of this.

All right.

He contacted me over a week ago.

Never met, just texted.

He laid out a perfect plan,
mailed supplies.

The guns, the uniforms,
the tools?

That's all him.

I just had to gather a crew,

saw a couple holes, drop off
the goods, collect my fee.

I didn't want to hurt anyone.

The guards
gave me no choice.

Don't make the same mistake now.

You don't want to see
what I'm capable of

when my back's against the wall.

Let me go,
or we shoot our way out.

Noah, no payday
is worth dying for, man.

Let the hostages walk free.
Put your weapons down,

my team will meet you inside,
and we'll talk.

Talk. See, that's
all you want to do.

How about some promises here?
Guarantees?

I got no guarantees
until I get answers, man.

Who hired you?
What did he want you to steal?

That's all I get for my
stories-- just more questions?

I-I told you everything
that I know here, unless...

...unless you don't want me
to get out of here.

You just want to keep me
talking, keep me distracted.

We are done, Sergeant.

All right, they're coming in.
We need to move!

Everyone on your feet!
You heard him. Go!

- Out the door! Go! Go!
- No! Please!

- Get up!
- She's having a panic attack.

If you move her, she's just
gonna pass out. She's gonna

- slow you down.
- Get on your feet!

She's not moving.
And I'm not leaving her.

They are coming, Noah.

Fine.

Maybe their rescue'll buy
a little more time. Let's move!

Move!

Deacon, Noah cut the call.
It didn't go well.

They know you're about
to breach the room.

Roger that.
We need to move to plan B.

Sounds like they're
heading backstage,

- out of the auction room.
- I'm on my way.

Stay out of sight.

Last thing we want
is to escalate.

All right, listen up.
We're moving to plan B.

Prepare your NVGs.

I'll coordinate with LADWP.

Sergeant,

take a beat.

Big breath, Julia.
Big breath.

Okay. It's okay.

It's safe. It's safe now.

No, no, I'm not.
I'm gonna die here.

He'll be back.

You heard him.

You heard him.
SWAT is in the building.

All right?
He'll be here soon.

No. Then we'll get caught
in the crossfire

or mistaken for them.

There's nowhere to hide.

- Nowhere safe.
- Listen to me. There's a secure room.

All right, I'm the only person

in the building
who has the code.

All right?

Come with me.

Okay?

All three paintings
these guys targeted are

by artist Amari Toshiko.

All three were also
just reported stolen.

They haven't left
the building yet.

The auction house received

a cease and desist letter
this morning.

According
to the artist's family,

Toshiko painted the landscapes
while she was held prisoner

at the Manzanar internment camp
during World War II.

The letter claims her work
was stolen by a guard

and later sold
to the Feiner Collection.

The timing between letter
and theft is too close

- to be a coincidence.
- Noah's phone records.

Past ten days,
he's had heavy contact

with a prepaid,
out-of-state number.

The guy who hired him? Maybe
the one behind all of this.

Same number just texted him.
I pinged the phone's location.

Text came
from inside the building.

So we got another
player in the game.

Barlow thinks that the artist's
family might be involved.

I found arrest records.

That's Julia!

Pop, what the hell
are you doing in here?

I said stay back behind.

Oh, Hondo, hold on.

Mr. Harrelson,
how'd you know her name?

I met her this morning.

That's definitely her--
the one on the left.

She's an intern.

She was with Winnie.

Hurry. Please hurry.

What are you doing?

Sorry, Winnie.

Get in there!

A hostage known
as Julia Soto is a suspect.

Sending her photo now.

Roger that, Hondo.

- No! Let me go!
- SWAT. LAPD.

Quiet. You're under arrest.

I got you. You're safe.

One hostage recovered,
one suspect in custody.

In pursuit of another.

Hey, it's okay. It's okay. LAPD.

Here. I'm gonna give you this
so you can see us.

- Can you see me?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, we're gonna
get you guys out.

Four more hostages recovered.

Drop it! Gun
on the ground now!

On your knees, hands
behind your head!

24-David. Second
suspect in custody.

Come on!

LAPD! Drop your weapon.

Put your hands in the air.

You okay? On your knees.

You still okay?

- Yeah.
- Good.

30-David.
Three suspects contained,

six hostages secured.

No sign of Noah, Julia

or Winnie.

Anybody got eyes
on Winnie?

- Nothing.
- Hondo.

Winnie and I didn't finish
our conversation this morning.

I got angry and...
and lashed out.

Son,

I need you to bring your sister
home for dinner.

You got me?

Take this in case
Winnie calls.

I'm going back in.

Well done, Mr. Erickson.

How do you know my name?

I hired you.

I shipped you half a heist

in a box, joined in the fun,
then texted you

to come meet me here.

Wait, so the paintings
aren't the target?

I wish, but sadly,

those paintings
aren't valued high enough

to be worth all the trouble.

They'll be a notable
distraction, though.

Winnie,
can you tell Noah how much

the Centennial
Diamonds are worth?

Each stone is 100 grand.

There are a hundred diamonds.

He can count.

Ten million.
That's our target.

Why not just tell me
from the start?

Because I needed you
to believe the plan had failed.

Your desperation added
real panic to the mix,

forcing the cops to cut the
power, disabling the cameras.

When they run this day back,

our heist and your escape
won't be recorded.

You take the padlock key.

Exit out the tunnels
with the diamonds.

I get rescued, we meet up.

50/50 split, partner?

Open the case.

Please. No.

I-I mean, I don't...
I don't know

the code.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Julia?

I had to kill him, right?

I mean, he killed you.

Was about to kill me.

We've cleared backstage,
maintenance area

and the galleries. No sign.

- Detective Barlow, are you there?
- Yes.

Julia's missing,
but we got the paintings.

Narrow the target
to the Admin Wing.

- What would she steal?
- The Centennial Diamonds.

Monetary value aside, the
necklace is a family heirloom,

the pride
of the Feiner Collection.

Its theft would be
an emotional hit.

It's retribution
for Feiner owning

her grandmother's
paintings. Come on.

- Open the case.
- If you're just gonna

shoot me anyway,
why would I do that?

I don't have to kill you
with the first shot

or even the second.

Just open the case, Winnie.

Ma'am, I'm not trying
to mess this up.

Mess this up. You
made this possible.

I didn't have anything
to do with this.

There was no plan
until I met you.

Your access, your easily
manipulated kindness.

I figured you might
even understand,

after hearing you with
your father earlier.

No one man should own
a family's history.

This is personal.

This is about Toshiko.

The cease and desist.

Toshiko is your grandmother.

She never saw a penny
for her work,

and now some man who doesn't
even know her story is about

to make money off of her art.

Why shouldn't I take some of
the millions that she's owed?

Julia Soto will give
her statement today

and disappear before anybody
realizes the jewels are gone.

Quit stalling.
Open the case!

Thanks, Winnie.

Are you kidding me?

Over there-- shot fired!

Deacon, move, move!

Winnie?

Hondo.

Winnie?! Deacon?

No! Winnie!

Aah!

Damn thing's sealed.
We need a code!

30-David to Command. We need
the code to the jewel room.

Aah!

Winnie!

Wait a minute. I remember,
Luca said it earlier.

Ward's override code.

Uh... Nine, six...

9614 opens every door.

- Stay down! Stay down.
- I got him.

Winnie?

- Oh, Hondo.
- Winnie, I got you.

I got you, Winnie.
Winnie, I got you.

I got you.

Oh, thank God. Please!

You have to help me.

You have to help Winnie!

Miss, are you okay?

- You're bleeding.
- No, no, no, it-it's not my blood.

Let's get you to the EMTs.

Don't move!
25 David to Command.

We have Julia Soto in custody.

Hands behind your back now!

Thank you. I'll get these
in the right hands.

You weren't tempted
to pocket those?

No. Bonnie will wish I had.

I know Soto went
about it all wrong, but

I get the fight for her legacy.

She was willing to kill
for a payout.

I won't paint her as some noble
thief worthy of admiration.

You all right?

Everything hurts.

Welcome to my world.

You know,
if this is your day-to-day,

should I be more worried
about you?

I am exhausted,

and I might never trust again.

Your job ain't normal, Hondo.

I can't believe he's still here

after the way
he left things this morning.

He told me
things didn't go very well.

You gonna let him apologize?

When I was held
captive in there,

I kept asking myself,

"What would Hondo do?"

Or even, "What would Dad do?"

Now we're all back here, and

I know it should
be easy for us,

but I keep finding myself

wondering what he thinks of me.

- Or craving his approval.
- Hey.

What you did
on the inside was all you.

Could've done
without the heroics,

but I'm proud of you.

And I bet he is, too.

Just come
to dinner tonight.

While this is all still fresh.

Winnie, just talk to him.

Now, that is my final act
of bravery today.

The Harrelson
hero streak runs deep.

Hondo. Thank you.

I always got
your back, sis.

Some good kids you got there.

You can blame their
mother for that.

You know, I saw 'em--
the robbers.

I didn't know.
I would've stopped, but...

I was caught up
in my own stuff.

I literally walked past
my daughter's captors.

I left my baby unprotected.

Well, she looked to me
like she held her own.

Hey, some, uh...
some unsought advice

from one stubborn old dog
to the next?

Your kids are worthy
of your pride and praise.

They're more than capable
of taking care of business.

- You don't think I know that?
- Of course you do.

But I had to learn the hard way.

You know, sometimes
even grown kids

need to hear
their father's proud of 'em.

You know I don't love
you being right.

You'll get over it.

I think you should return these
paintings to Detective Barlow.

Nah, thanks, we
made our apologies.

Trust me. I think she's gonna
want to say goodbye.

Did you not see the way
she was eyeing you?

Look, I'm not about
to date where I work.

That's never
a smart move.

You expect to work
another art crime anytime soon?

Why not grab a drink,

- maybe flirt a little?
- Huh. Where is this coming from?

It's just been a minute
since I've seen you happy.

I know you spend your nights
watching House Hunters and...

Okay, I guess it couldn't
hurt to say goodbye.

Hey, yo, Detective,

you have a minute?

So, she realizes she's screwed,

and she empties her clip,

and sprints out the door,

probably hoping
a stray bullet would hit me,

or-or she'd get away
before I was found.

I really can't believe
there was no plan B.

I don't if she expected anyone
to be onto her.

Don't tell Brie I said this,

but something about that girl
reminded me so much of her.

The passion and

the planning, the chaos. Uh...

Maybe that's why I was
such an easy mark.

Your kindness
isn't your weakness.

Thanks, Dad.

There's something
I probably should have said

to you earlier today.

I'm proud of your hustle.

And I am grateful
that you moved your life around

so you could come home.

And if I ever do anything
that makes you doubt that,

I want you
to call me on it, okay?

Okay.

Thank you.

Now, how much did Hondo
have to pay you to say that?

I didn't say anything, Winnie.

No, no, no, no.

No, you need to hear this.
And you, too, Hondo.

It's a pain in the ass
getting old,

being forced
to stand on the sidelines

instead of being
in the middle of the action.

And I don't...
I don't take naturally to it.

But today,

I stood and I watched.

I watched you two
take care of business.

It made me so damn proud.

And I appreciate you...

bringing this family
back together.

We love you, too, Pop.

But it might be
our last attempt at

Bring Pops to Work Day, because
all hell'll be breaking lose.

Agreed.

Oh, you're just worried

that I might come
and save the day again.

- Oh, here we go.
- All right, now listen.

Here's what I want
you two to do.

I want you to empty
your pockets,

pull 'em out
and give me all your money.

I'm starting a collection

to liberate
them damn gloves from

the hellhole
- that you call a workplace.
- All right, let's eat.

Let's eat.

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