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Ah!

Nobody moves, nobody dies!

Lock 'em in the conference room.

Take their phones.

Hey, phone in the bag now.

Should be over here somewhere.

This wall.

Help me move these.

Just like you said.

Prep the exit, then make the call.

Appreciate you lugging all this stuff.

I'll be honest, when I volunteered,

I didn't think your church was gonna wrangle up

this many donations.

- What's in here, bricks? - Ah.

They got landline telephones, laptops...

Nichelle's COPE program needs the resources

- and people are stepping up. - I guess nobody wanted to part with

iPads or anything lighter?

Look at it this way, you get to skip the gym.

It's leg day. I love leg day.

Hey, guys, thank you both for bringing this by.

Oh, yeah, yeah. No sweat.

So, Annie tells me

you have some news?

Oh, I knew you two couldn't wait till the baby is born.

We wanted to, but we're just too excited.

And I have online shopping carts ready to go.

I need to know which one to pull the trigger on.

So, the baby's gender is in there?

And I haven't opened it.

Annie agreed to bake us a cake

for a little gender reveal party this weekend,

so she is the only one allowed to know.

Okay, well, normally Annie and I don't keep secrets

from each other,

but in this case I'll let it slide.

Do not let this out of your sight.

You have my word.

We got to get to Pacoima.

Thanks. Be safe, guys.

Okay. Mm-hmm.

All right. Listen up. 911 call came from inside.

Caller said four gunmen

busted in, rounded everybody up,

and then put a bullet in a manager who resisted.

If he's still alive, we got to get him medical attention ASAP,

so let's get in and get him out.

How many potential hostages?

Luckily, most of the employees are working remote.

Only five clocked in this morning, plus the manager.

Caller said they were being corralled

- before the call was dropped. - Any sign of the shooters?

Patrol got here fast, set up a wide perimeter.

Never saw the shooters exit,

so we have to assume they're still inside.

Luca and I'll take the three side.

Deacon, you grab Tan and Street,

enter the two side.

Let's secure the hostages and get that wounded man out.

Okay. Let's do this.

Tan.

30-David. Set at the entry point,

on the two side. Checking the IR now.

I got six bodies on IR, huddled together.

That's got to be the employees.

No visual on any gunmen.

Hondo, we've located the employees.

No sign of the suspects.

Copy that, Deac.

We're good.

No sign of suspects on our end either.

Prepare to make entry.

All right, we do this quick and quiet in three, two, one.

Go.

Not exactly sophisticated.

Tan.

No change.

Looks like we're good.

30-David. We are just outside the conference room.

Still no sign of any shooters.

Copy that, Deac. We're clear here, too.

Make entry.

Get that wounded man out.

LAPD.

You're okay. We're here to get you out.

Where's the wounded? Who got shot?

What are you talking about? Nobody was shot.

Is this everyone working today?

Yes, just the six of us.

Which one of you called 911?

None of us.

I think I heard one of them make the call.

Something's not right.

Hondo, we've secured the employees.

No one's been shot.

And whoever called 911-- it wasn't one of them.

So, what the hell's going on?

- This is all a distraction. - Yeah, but for what?

Ready?

Luca, check it out.

This wasn't on the floor plan.

20-David, we got a hidden door to an old hallway.

Our shooters might have ghosted. We are pursuing.

Luca, flashbang.

Go.

Yo, Hondo, check this out. Coveralls. Four sets.

They changed their clothes...

They're running. Luca, let's go.

- Where's Betty? - She's gone.

No, that's impossible.

Betty's tracker.

They must've ripped it out of her.

20-David to Command. The armored vehicle is gone.

I repeat, Betty is gone. We lost her.

This was all just a setup to get us inside

- so they could take her. - What the hell for?

Hell if I know.

But I got a bad feeling we're about to find out.

I've got a call with the brass in five minutes,

so does somebody want to explain to me

how the hell we lost a ten-ton ARV in broad daylight?

This is my fault, Commander.

Just a second, Luca, hold on.

We're still working on it, sir.

Patrol witnessed the four suspects

emerge from the building shortly after we entered,

but they were wearing SWAT uniforms.

Patrol mistook them for us.

It wasn't until me and Hondo came out

that they realized something was up.

By then, Black Betty was gone.

What about her tracker?

They ripped it out of her freaking dash.

Look, it's not hard to find if you know

what you're looking for. It would take seconds.

Don't tell me you left - the keys in it. - No, sir.

Betty was buttoned up. I still got the key right here.

They must've had their own key.

It's easy enough to clone

if you can get close to the original.

So, just how and when could they have done that?

We don't know that, sir.

Tan and Street are gonna pore through the archives

of Betty's dashcam footage.

If someone ripped our key,

maybe they got caught in the act.

So there's a team of SWAT imposters out there

with Black Betty,

with her entire arsenal at their disposal.

So whatever they're planning to do with her,

it's gonna be damn near impossible to stop 'em.

And if there's a single loss of life as a result...

I'm the driver. Betty's my girl.

If anyone gets hurt, that's on me.

No, it's on all of us to find Betty

and to stop this crew before anything like that can happen.

Luca's really taking this hard.

You surprised?

When he was in Germany and I was driving Betty,

he called every day to check in.

At first I thought he was making sure

I was doing all right, but then eventually I realized

he was more worried about Betty.

Losing her has got to be killing him.

Well, Luca didn't lose Black Betty.

She was taken from all of us.

Yeah, try telling him that.

Yeah.

Hold on.

I think I might have something.

Remember like two weeks ago

we had that false alarm call in Los Feliz?

Yeah. Caller said all the right words

to get the SWAT response, but when we got there, nothing.

Just like the call this morning.

There's Luca. We're Code 4.

Yeah, look behind them. Dude in the hoodie.

What's he holding?

Some sort of capture device.

He's cloning the key right behind Luca's back.

Man, this is gonna tip Luca over.

Not if we find Black Betty.

This guy was smart enough

to keep his face turned away from the dashcam.

But that means he's facing all those houses right there.

If even one of them has a security camera,

they might've caught his face.

I'll get Patrol out there to start canvassing.

All right.

Hey. Hey.

Anything? Uh...

Potential Hail Mary.

You okay?

I left the envelope in Black Betty.

- Nichelle's envelope? - Yeah.

I didn't want to take it with me on a call.

I just-- I figured there'd be nowhere safer. Oh, damn.

- Should we say something? - I'd rather not.

I promised Nichelle it would be safe with us.

Can you call the doctor's office,

explain the situation, maybe someone there can help?

- They're not gonna tell me. - They might.

Nichelle had them seal the baby's gender in an envelope.

They have to know it's for a gender reveal of some kind.

Okay, maybe. But then I'd know.

So what?

All that matters

is that Hondo and Nichelle are surprised.

So this is where you've been hiding.

You got a second?

Yeah, I got nowhere else to be.

Look, if I'm honest,

with Betty gone, I'm not sure what to do.

I know this is eating at you.

And real talk, there's nobody I'd rather have

driving Black Betty than you.

But, Luca, your value to this team

goes far beyond one skill.

I should've been prepared for something like this. Hey!

We train for every possible scenario,

and sometimes these guys get one step ahead of us.

So we just need to get back out in front.

That's it.

I need to know you're focused, Luca.

Because when we find these guys, and we will,

we're gonna be going up against our own weaponry.

That is what I'm focused on, okay?

But I keep thinking,

what if these guys crash Betty into a car?

Or a freaking farmers market?

Somebody's gonna lose their badge.

There's no way I'm letting - you guys take the hit. - I really appreciate

that you're willing to fall on the sword,

but I ain't accepting that, you understand?

I am squad leader. The buck stops here.

Now, if you have to, take a minute.

Then you get your head right.

I need you sharp when we find

whoever thinks that they can steal from 20-Squad

and not pay a price.

Yeah?

- We got this. - Okay.

What's this about a Hail Mary paying off?

I had Patrol go door-to-door

in the neighborhood where Luca's key got cloned.

Got lucky on a hit from a Ring camera.

Gave us this guy.

Bryce McCabe, 32 years old.

Army washout with a dishonorable discharge.

Same guy we caught

on Betty's dashcam cloning Luca's key.

Well, he's no Boy Scout,

but he's not exactly a criminal mastermind.

- Is that it? - LKA is an apartment in North Hollywood.

I talked to the landlord.

Said McCabe hasn't been around for days.

He's more than happy to leave the keys for us.

- Warrant? - Already in the works.

All right, you two get out a BOLO.

Deacon, grab Hondo and see what you can find

- at McCabe's apartment. - I'm on it.

Hey, we rolling out?

Uh, just me and Hondo.

Might have a lead on the crew from this morning.

All right, let me go, too, if it has to do with Betty.

No, Hondo and Deacon can handle it.

I still need an itemized list from everything that was

in that AV's cargo this morning.

And if any of it's used in a crime...

...it's gonna be evidence.

Yeah.

I understand.

Bryce McCabe.

LAPD with a warrant. Open up.

Hey, McCabe. It's your last chance.

We're coming in.

Closet only. Clear.

Give me two.

Right side clear.

Bathroom clear.

Clear.

There's three bedrolls. Looks like McCabe was hosting.

That's McCabe plus three.

There's our crew from this morning.

Yeah, speaking of... some blueprints

from the office building and some others.

I don't know what they are.

I'll send these to Tan,

see if he can make something of it.

Deacon...

Hey! This is Sergeant-- Flashbang!

Cover, cover!

Federal agents!

Just say "Federal agents"?

I don't know, I couldn't make it out.

This is LAPD SWAT! Drop your weapons!

Nice try, McCabe!

Drop your weapons and come out with your hands up!

Yo, hold up. - Identify yourselves! - FBI!

- Come out now! - What are the Feds doing here?

This is Sergeant Daniel Harrelson, LAPD SWAT!

Hondo? Is that you?

I know you?

It's kind of hard with my ears ringing.

It's your favorite Internet model.

Vasquez?

Yeah.

- Deacon, we're good. - Code 4.

Long time no see, Hondo.

And you ain't lying.

Deacon, you remember Jackie Vasquez, don't you?

We worked patrol together almost a million years ago.

Of course, it's nice to see you again.

- Good to see you. - But, wait, hold on. Internet model?

LAPD put her diverse, female face on their website

to drive recruiting.

Wasn't enough to keep me around, though.

Thanks, Ignacio.

- You got it. - Thanks.

Sorry about the rough entry, boys.

No harm done.

So, what gives?

What's the Bureau's interest in McCabe?

You first.

Well, McCabe and his crew created

a hostage situation this morning

in order to steal our ARV.

I'm sorry, he-he stole - the SWAT armored vehicle? - Yeah.

And everything in it.

Any idea what he'd want to use it for?

Can't say, really.

Can't say, or won't say?

All right, come on, guys, let's not play this game.

You know I can't just read LAPD into a federal investigation.

Come on, Vasquez. So don't read us. Use us.

Nobody's better suited to recover that vehicle

than my team.

Look, why don't you come back to HQ with us?

Put our heads together, share intel.

Come back to HQ?Yeah.

Commander Hicks still run the place?

Yeah, he just wants McCabe in custody

and our vehicle recovered. Same as you.

Look, I'll admit, it's impressive that you beat us here

without knowing what I know...

And I did always want to ride with 20-Squad.

Looks like today's your lucky day.

Jim Street, Victor Tan,

meet Special Agent Jackie Vasquez of the FBI.

Hi. - Nice to meet you. - Former LAPD.

In fact, she and Hondo rode together

in Hollywood Division - back in the day. - We're gonna want

to hear some patrol days stories about Hondo later.

"Later" is right.

For now, let's focus on McCabe.

Turns out he's been on the FBI's radar

since long before he stole Black Betty.

Unofficially, as in

"I will deny it if it comes out,"

McCabe is the key to a RICO investigation

I've been building over the last two years on the Morelia cartel.

My team raided a stash house

and confiscated over $10 million of product

that McCabe was supposed to be guarding.

McCabe wasn't there. We haven't seen him since.

Probably hiding from you and the cartel

if he lost ten mil of their product.

They're gonna want payback.

And stealing Black Betty's got to be part of his plan

to get back some of his losses.

And with a fully-stocked armored vehicle,

he's got a lot of options.

Yeah, you've already got

the, uh, plans and blueprints

from McCabe's apartment.

You able to make anything of them?

We confirmed that one set

is of the office building from this morning.

Turns out the others are vault designs

commissioned by Pacific Access Bank.

Pacific Access has branches all across Los Angeles.

There's no way to monitor

- all of 'em. - I've already got a call in

to the bank's corporate security office.

Hopefully they can narrow down the location

of this specific vault.

Agent Vasquez,

can I get a word in private?

What was that look?

Nah, there's just a little bit of history

between Hicks and Vasquez.

All right.

Like Hondo, Vasquez was a top patrol cop.

Number one at everything.

When Hondo applied for SWAT, so did Vasquez,

only her application was denied by the panel.

Didn't even get a look.

- What'd she do wrong? - Nothing. But this was

back before there were any female officers on SWAT.

Before Chris helped break through that glass ceiling,

a lot of good officers got turned away.

But what's this got to do with Hicks?

Hicks was on the panel that denied her.

Hondo was just getting me up to speed,

and I know you're SWAT-rated with the Bureau.

And as long as you're willing to follow Hondo's lead,

I see no reason to decline your request to ride along today.

- My request, Commander? - Mm.

It was actually Hondo who suggested it.

Regardless, it only benefits McCabe if the LAPD

and FBI get bogged down in a jurisdictional sword fight.

Yeah, I agree. A joint task force serves both our interests.

Okay, then. We're... good.

No, we're not.

Not yet.

I need to clear the air on something first.

You know I was on the panel that denied your application to SWAT.

The vote was two-to-one against you,

and I'm sorry to say I was in the majority.

Least it wasn't a clean sweep.

Yeah. Well, given enough time to reflect on it,

I made the wrong call.

A lot's changed around here since then.

And, more than that, I-I hope I have, too.

If I had a chance to do it again,

I'd like to believe I'd do it differently.

Thank you for saying that, sir.

- Yeah. - If nothing else,

got me to move on to bigger and better things, right?

Careful. You're still in my house.

- Hello? - Hello, Sergeant Kay?

Yeah, this is Sergeant Kay.

Hey.

Yeah, hi. Thank you for calling me back.

I'm-I'm not sure if my message was-was clear earlier.

Nichelle Carmichael gave me an envelope earlier today

after she had an appointment with you guys.

The gender, yes. - I arranged that. - Oh.

Oh, good. So you're the one that gave her the envelope.

- That's right. - Perfect.

So you know what I'm talking about.

Um, the problem is...

- the envelope disappeared. - Oh, no.

Yeah. Um, and-and my wife

is in charge of the gender reveal party.

And without knowing what is inside the envelope,

she doesn't know what color cake to bake.

I see. If you promise not to mention my name, I can tell you.

Yeah. Yes, yes.

Y-Your secret is completely safe with me.

- A-And my wife. - Okay...

Hello?

I-I lost you for a second.

- Okay. - It's a girl.

- Really? - Yeah.

Oh, that's amazing.

Thank you. All right.

Did she just say "girl"?

I just-- I thought I heard her say

- they're having a girl. - Hey, you were not supposed to hear that.

Hey, Stevens, you didn't hear anything either,

you understand?

I didn't hear nothing about a girl.

Great. Thanks, Street.

I'm sorry, man, I-I didn't mean to eavesdrop.

What's the big deal anyway?

Oh, come on, it's this place. It's the hive mind.

One cop knows something, then they all know it.

How long do you think it takes before someone goes up to Hondo

and just says something? News like this

is not gonna wait until the weekend.

Okay. So how fast can Annie bake a cake?

She's back in law school.

She's in class all day.

So what are we gonna do?

Hey, Commander.

I just heard back from the corporate security office

for Pacific Access Bank.

The vault plans we found-- that particular vault

is unique to just three branches.

Two in San Diego and one here in L.A.

In Silver Lake.

That's got to be McCabe's target.

50-Squad's handling a barricade out in Westchester.

20-Squad's up.

You tell Hondo and get your asses over there.

Yes, sir.

This is LAPD SWAT!

There's been a bomb threat called into this location!

We need everyone to file out in an orderly fashion!

- You the manager? - Yeah.

You really think this is real?

Hopefully not, but we need to clear the building to find out.

- Is there a key to the back? - Yeah.

Thank you. Go keep your people calm

and wait till we give you - the all clear. - Okay.

Need you to move outside!

Clear the building! Let's go!

LAPD SWAT!

Move away from the vehicle!

- Don't do it, McCabe! - Cover!

Cover!

- Vasquez, move! Move! - Moving!

Get suppressing fire on that hatch!

Tan, Street,

get those people out of here!

- Let's go! Move! - Let's move! Let's move!

- Let's go! Let's go! - Let's go! Let's go!

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

Come on! Go! Go!

26-David, civilians are secure!

These rounds aren't gonna cut it against Betty's armor!

Okay, just keep him busy! I'll try to flank him,

get a better angle!

More suspects heading out!

Deacon, cover fire!

Vasquez, on me!

Forget him. We're out of here. Let's go!

20-David to Command. One gunman down.

Street, Tan, move in!

They're gonna break for it.

Luca, be ready to pursue!

Don't move! Hands behind your back!

30-David,

Betty's on the move.

Hey!

Get out of the way!

Vasquez!

What are you doing?! Clear out! Move!

I'm sorry, Hondo.

Come on! They're getting away!

What the hell, Vasquez?

I had no choice.

You don't understand what's going on.

You let them escape?

And to think I apologized to you for making a mistake

by dumping your SWAT application.

The only mistake I made was thinking you were fit

to ride with 20-Squad today.

I don't know what passes for police work at the FBI,

but that doesn't fly here.

And whatever chaos

McCabe stirs up going forward,

that's on you.

All of it.

Don't look at me for support.

You put my entire team at risk.

You played me, Vasquez.

She played all of us, it seems.

I just got off the phone with my counterpart at the FBI.

He told me there's no RICO case

being built against the Morelia cartel.

Just what the hell are you and McCabe up to?

Come on, Hondo, man.

It's not like that. I need you to trust me on this.

Trust just went out the window!

No more classified excuses!

No more stalling!

You need to come clean, Vasquez, and now.

You know the name Gustaf Varner?

You should.

He masterminded the Villatoma bombing in Spain

three years ago. He's also a suspect in bombings

in Greece and Estonia.

Hold up. Islamic State was behind the Villatoma bombing.

No. ISIS took credit,

and Interpol didn't contradict the claim

because they royally messed up with Gustaf Varner.

They had a tip that he was gonna detonate

the bomb, and they didn't act.

What does any of that have to do with today?

Gustaf Varner has been targeting NATO countries,

and my belief is that he is here, in L.A.,

planning something,

something disastrous,

maybe worse than Villatoma.

Your belief?

As in the FBI doesn't agree with you?

I am not running a rogue operation, Commander.

But my supervisors

have competing theories, and none

will pass my threat assessment up to the SAC.

I guess the LAPD isn't the only agency to undervalue its women.

But I am right. And McCabe is the key.

You don't know the details of McCabe's dishonorable discharge.

I do.

Army booted him for losing munitions

from a base in Germany.

Some of those lost munitions

were used in the Villatoma bombing.

So you're saying - McCabe worked with Varner? - Still does.

My team ran down a list of customers

of the bank McCabe just hit.

A safe-deposit box there belongs to one

of Varner's associates,

another bomb builder that ICE busted trying to enter the U.S.

six weeks ago.

All right, let's say you're right

and Varner is here in L.A.

We could've grabbed McCabe, flipped him,

and found Varner - that way. - No.

Varner is way too cautious.

He's-he's paranoid, even.

If we brought McCabe in, Varner would know and he would vanish.

There'd be no sign of him until some...

packed stadium or office building

- is leveled. - So you let him go.

Allowing him to deliver

whatever it is Varner wanted from the bank.

Which means that we need to stop BS'ing here

and find out where they're meeting.

And how do you propose we do that?

We got one of McCabe's men in custody.

There's no "we."

I've got one of McCabe's men in custody.

Let me talk to him.[scoffs]: Oh.

Not a chance.

Commander...

What's done is done.

And I am not happy

- about it either. - But...

we don't have her intel.

So maybe we should let this play out

if we want to take down Varner and McCabe

and get our ride back.

I'm Commander Hicks.

This is Special Agent Vasquez, FBI.

What's the FBI want with me?

Thanks to your pal McCabe,

you just landed on our Most Wanted list.

The hell for?

We hit one box. Nothing we took was FDIC-insured,

so there's no federal beef.

Look at you,

another Internet legal genius.

Judge is gonna love you.

That's if he ever sees a judge. More likely,

I just Patriot Act his ass to a prison no one even knows exists.

Oh, I-I'm guessing

McCabe never bothered to mention

that you were working for a terrorist?

Terrorist?

What are you talking about?

Gustaf Varner.

He paid your crew to hit

that safe-deposit box today.

Stealing contraband and delivering it to a bomb maker--

hello, federal pen.

I run scores. That's it.

Mm.

I would never work for a terrorist.

Financials say otherwise.

McCabe has been getting wire transfers

from Varner for the past six months,

of which you've been getting a cut.

That's right, Jones.

I got a paper trail from Varner to McCabe to you.

Cue it up.

This is Varner's handiwork.

This is what he's capable of.

It's what he's planning to do.

Most likely right here, in our city.

I read your file,

I've seen your social media,

and you got some pretty hard-core views, but...

nothing that doesn't fall under the banner of patriotism.

Look at me.

But this?

Come on.

You can't be okay with this.

Even if I wanted to help,

I've only ever dealt with McCabe.

I don't know anything about Varner.

What was in the box you stole?

- McCabe never said. - Where were you gonna

deliver it after you left the bank?

I don't know the location.

Only that we were supposed to deliver the box

and the armored vehicle somewhere later today.

The box and our vehicle.

So, McCabe didn't ditch it?

I mean, that vehicle isn't subtle.

How did you manage to duck our BOLO all day?

Semitruck.

We moved it around in the back of an 18-wheeler.

So, where exactly do we find this 18-wheeler of yours?

Hey.

Can't believe Vasquez is still here,

that Hicks didn't toss her out.

Betty'd be parked

in the motor pool right now if she hadn't got in my way.

I wish I could say I had better news for you, but I don't.

We think the guy McCabe's working for...

he's planning to use Black Betty in some kind of bombing attack.

Look, you all can tell me a hundred times

that Betty being taken wasn't my fault.

But if something like that happens,

no way I'll ever forgive myself.

You know, when I started evaluating SWAT recruits,

I got everyone's scores on file,

including my dad and my grandfather's.

I needed to know how I measured up.

There was exactly one metric where I outscored both of them.

Let me guess-- driving proficiency.

Which is why I need to be behind the wheel.

It's the only way that I know I'm doing right

by the Luca name.

It's where I belong.

I guess it's just my thing, you know? I...Dude.

You have taught me so much

about how to do this job the right way.

And literally none of it has been about driving.

Not just how we do this job

but why.

You're the heart of this team, Luca,

not its wheelman.

Not just its wheelman.

Hey. Air 17's tracking a semitrailer

we think is carrying Betty,

which means McCabe's on his way to the meet.

We're rolling - in five. - Let's go get her back.

Way ahead of you.

Look at that.

You were not exaggerating.

She'll carry the payload you described.

I'd recommend you stay off the roads

for a while.

Yeah, I don't plan on taking it for a joyride.

The police can collect

what's left.

You have the box?

I assume the cargo is undisturbed.

McCABE: Is that what I think it is?

You had me moving yellowcake uranium, and you didn't tell me?

It's quite harmless at this stage.

It's only half the cosmic radiation you get

from a commercial flight.

Once I complete the milling process

and rig it to my explosives...

different story.

The devastation will be substantial.

Just remember, you said you'd give me warning,

so me and my guys are not in the area.

I'll tell you when we're ready,

but I would avoid downtown tonight.

Okay, let's load it up.

Kill them.

LAPD! Drop your weapons on the ground now!

That's him! That's Varner!

20-David to Command. Gustaf Varner is on-site.

Move.

Drop the gun! You're not gonna make it!

Go around.

Get back!

We need to go.

Cover us!

Move up, move up!

22-David, Varner's going for Betty!

Can't let him start that engine.

Don't move! Hands off the weapon.

On your stomach.

Get us out of here.

Don't move!

Hands behind your head.

Give me your hands.

30-David, second suspect in custody.

20-Squad, get to cover.

Betty is on the move.

20-David to Command. Varner is

inside Black Betty.

We're about to lose control of the perimeter.

We need backup to create roadblocks!

We can't let Varner get away!

Betty will rip right through 'em.

Luca, we got to move!

Get to cover! What?

I'm ending this.

- The armor's too thick, man. - Not for armor-piercing bullets.

Sorry about this, Betty.

Vasquez, move, move! Move in!

On the ground!

Federal agent. You are under arrest.

You're done, McCabe.

20-David,

suspect's in custody, we are Code 4.

Betty is secure.

Commander Hicks, I'm headed out.

It was quite a day.

It had its ups and its downs, that's for sure.

Yeah.

I just got off a call with the chief.

It seems that the, uh, Bureau

is crediting Gustaf Varner's arrest

to the LAPD

and will "not confirm or deny"

any FBI involvement. Hmm.

What do you know?

I guess, for once, they bothered to read my report.

Yeah.

You know, Varner's a big collar.

That's a career-making bust.

You sure you want to pass on that credit?

It's not about the credit for me, Commander.

Never has been.

Hmm.

In the Bureau

or back in my LAPD days,

I just wanted to make a difference.

The problem is, as much as we'd like to think otherwise,

our line of work is still a boys' club,

which makes my job

just a little bit harder.

I'm sorry I didn't come straight

with you and Hondo sooner in this whole thing,

but given our history... No, no. I get you.

I'm not gonna presume to know your struggles, Vasquez.

But to whatever extent I contributed to them, I'm sorry.

But you're a hell of an agent,

a credit to the Bureau.

You be careful you don't throw that away.

See you at the match, dude. Yeah. Yeah.

How bad's the damage?

Cracked the engine block in half,

punctured the tranny, and the whole drivetrain's

a complete scrap job.

Well, then why are you smiling?

'Cause I just got off the phone with my boys

at the police garage.

They got a line on a replacement engine,

60 more horses than the engine I just destroyed.

They're gonna mate it with a new nine-speed transmission.

Betty's gonna be back running faster

and smoother than ever.

- That's awesome, Luca. - Yeah.

Just promise me

you didn't know that

when you took those shots and put her down.

What? N-No way, dude.

I loved the old Black Betty.

Just gonna love this version a little bit more.

So, uh...

before they haul her away,

you think she's got

one more mission in her?

Hey, Hondo.

I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye.

You calling it quits for the day?

Hardly. My bosses want a full debriefing tonight.

Hmm.

Look, I already apologized to Hicks.

I want to do the same to you.

I am sorry

that I didn't trust you enough not to lie to you.

You remember when we graduated from the academy?

Only a handful of women and people of color.

We all used to say

that we were never gonna let how anyone else saw us

affect the way we saw ourselves

or...

- how we did this job. - Mm-hmm.

Yeah. That's a lot easier said than done.

Don't we both know it.

I really envy what you've built here,

the team you put together.

And if I'm being honest, it makes me a little sad

that I was kept from being a part of it.

Yeah, I know.

I hated how that went down.

But, Jackie,

you would've been a great SWAT officer.

You are a great SWAT officer,

you're just wearing a different uniform.

You know, it's probably lucky for me, too, anyway

'cause if you were here at SWAT,

I got a feeling you might be coming after my job.

Yeah.

No, no, Hondo, man. There's no replacing you.

But thank you for letting me ride with you today,

'cause I can finally cross it off my bucket list, so...

Come on. I'll walk you out.

All right.

Vasquez,

if you ever want to come back and ride with us,

door's open.

- Thanks, Hondo. - Mm-hmm.

Be great, Jackie.

Hey.

Nichelle, what are you doing here?

What do you mean? I got your message.

Baby, I know it's been a long day,

but I would know if I'd left you a message.

No, no!

You got to be kidding me, man!

Luca, what's going on?

I thought this saga had a happy ending

with a new engine and all.

Look, the engine's not the problem now.

Look at what those bastards did

to the inside of this thing, man.

What are you talking about?

Congratulations, it's a baby girl, baby!

Wait, a-a girl? Are you kidding me?

- Nichelle, is this real? - I didn't know anything about it.

I mean, not this.

Yeah, I know, I-I got to come clean about something.

Um, Nichelle, earlier this morning

you put me in charge of some very precious cargo

and it got misplaced.

So we had to call

an audible.

Congratulations!

Nichelle, w-we're having a girl.

Mmm!

You're gonna have a little baby daughter.

How does that make you feel?

I don't know. Uh... overwhelmed.

I mean, I know that I love you so much. Mmm.

Hell yeah, Hondo.

♪GirlDad!

Let's go!

So happy for you, man.

- We're having a girl! - Yeah, baby!

We're having a girl! Wow!

Yeah!

Oh, this is crazy. This is so crazy.