All language subtitles for S.W.A.T.2017.S02E10.HDTV.x264-KILLERS-HI

Previously on S.W.A.T.

Any update you working
on your day off so close

- to her due date?
- We could use the extra cash.

Remember that friend that you mentioned

that was looking to hire someone
to do security some nights?

- What, do you know someone?
- Yeah. Me.

- Doesn't pay much.
- Oh, it's better than nothing.

I just dragged myself out

of a messy marriage.

This was supposed to be easy.

I'm not what you signed up for.

No.

Maybe we should... Take a break.

("CHRISTMASTIME IS HERE" PLAYING)

(INTERCOM BEEPS)

MAN: Biohazard disposal.

- You're two hours late.
- MAN: Sorry.

Backed up all night.

ID.

All right. Pull around.

(TRUCK BEEPING)

♪ Their favorite time of year

♪ Snowflakes in the air

♪ Carols everywhere...

(GRUNTS)

Let's move.

Christmas in Vegas? That
just sounds depressing.

Bottle service at Hakkasan,
eight-course sushi at Nobu

and two-for-one blackjack.

Think I'll be okay.

What about you?

Staying home this year.

Drink some wine by my fire pit,

finish that new molecular
variants manual.

Okay, now that sounds depressing.

(CHUCKLES)

I'll put this away and

- then we'll grab coffee.
- Okay.

What are you doing?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

No. No. No, no.

Let's move.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- They find anyone inside yet?
- Whoever did this

used a chemical accelerant,
making the fire burn extra hot.

My men are still inside
putting out flames,

- rescue...
- Becca!

Commander, you know this woman?
Rebecca Cates.

A senior lab tech and a family friend.

Please tell me she's gonna live.

She's been shot. She's
got second-degree burns.

Every second she's not in the
ER, her chances are slipping.

Yeah, this is Commander
Robert Hicks, LAPD SWAT.

We have one of our own on
their way to Pleasant Green.

I need a full escort down Wilshire.

I repeat, full escort.

DISPATCHER: Roger that, escort en route.

(SIREN WAILING)

NIA: Nia Wells.

The district attorney is
in Denver for a conference,

so she sent me in her
place. What's going on?

I wouldn't have called you all out of bed

in the middle of the night

if this wasn't a tactical emergency.

SWAT Commander Hicks

and Sergeant Harrelson will fill you in.

At approximately 12:35 this morning,

a three-person robbery crew

posing as medical waste disposal workers

gained access into LAPD crime lab,

killing a sergeant, one of our lab techs,

and critically wounded another.

They stole 63 DNA evidence kits

belonging to cases already on trial

or waiting on indictments.

HICKS: We put out a citywide alert,
but so far they're still at large.

Think of the thousands of man-hours

investigating, collecting
all that evidence

that'll be lost if we don't get it back.

Without those DNA kits,

we stand to lose 90%
of the cases on our docket,

and a lot of serious criminals go free.

How is any witness or
victim supposed to trust

the D.A.'s office again if we tell them

we lost evidence for their case?

I've ordered a media blackout
for the time being.

There will be a report of a lab fire,

but no mention of the stolen evidence.

WOMAN: I'll call up every detective

and put them on the street immediately.

No disrespect to the detectives bureau,

but running down alibis and
questioning all 63 criminals

with the motive to do this could
take weeks, if not months.

Sir, my suggestion...
let SWAT off the leash.

Give Sergeant Harrelson
and his team carte blanche

to go find this crew.

Whatever resources you need, Sergeant,

- they're yours.
- Thank you, sir.

SWAT is going to need
you to prioritize...

Prioritize the criminals
with motives to do this.

Didn't I just break up with you?

I kind of thought
we broke up with each other.

Either way, no reason
for this to be awkward.

Roger that.

Let's go catch some bad guys.

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Oh! Breakfast in bed.

I'm a lucky lady.

Yeah, a healthy mix of egg
whites, ham and green olives,

- and pineapple gummy bears.
- (CHUCKLES)

Thank you for putting up
with my crazy cravings.

What was it last time? Chocolate chip and
Swiss cheese sandwiches, or...

- Hey, Matthew, Lila, let's go.
- Hey, uh, any word

on when the check is getting
here for the busted pipes?

Yes, uh, the insurance adjuster
said he's dropping it off today.

Good, 'cause it's starting to get

really hectic with us
sharing one bathroom.

I know, so when the check comes,
you, uh, you call the plumber.

Right? You got him on speed dial? Hey.

Wait, Lila, you got two
different shoes on.

Matthew, that's your old bag,
with the holes in it.

Where's your new bag? Come on.

Let's go, fix it. Let's go.

Hey. I'm sorry,

I didn't mean to complain.

I know how hard you're working.

She's gonna be here in a few weeks, okay?

And I can't wait to meet her.

But I got to go. Uh, Hondo says that it's

a very serious tactical situation.

Uh, Ruth is on her way
to take the kids to school...

Okay, be careful, but I need you
to grab the toys first.

Did you forget you're in charge
of the SWAT Toy Drive this year?

(SIGHS) Do we have to get so many?

Uh, you know what? No matter
what our checkbook looks like,

we are still very fortunate
compared to other families.

That's why I love you.

All right, got to go. Bye.

- Bye-bye. (CHUCKLES)
- Bye-bye.

It's like the who's who
of L.A.'s nastiest bad guys.

63 of the city's most heinous cases...

murders, rapes, robberies...

that'll all get tossed out of court

unless we can track these DNA kits back.

So there wasn't a single
bread crumb of evidence

- left behind at the lab?
- Nothing.

The shotgun ammo they used
can't be traced.

And they sprayed the place down
with accelerant,

which didn't leave a single
hair or print behind.

Wow, talk about starting
behind the eight ball.

All right, Deac, corral the team.

Tell them to reach out to any
friends in other agencies...

FBI, DEA, ATF.

Any connections they may have
on the street.

C.I.s, snitches, any gang members

who want SWAT to owe them a favor.

All right. On it.

Buckshot missed her vital organs,

but she has burns on her torso,
which are life-threatening.

Well, just, um,

tell me straight: what are her chances?

60/40.

Are you her husband?

No. No, no, no, I'm, uh...

Her husband passed away a few years ago.

I'm-I'm just, I'm a close friend.

You being here is good.

We're doing everything we can for her,

but she can use positive thoughts.

HONDO: Cho, thanks for reaching out.

If my bosses find out I'm sharing intel

on an open investigation,
they won't be happy,

but I know how important
this case is to you guys.

HONDO: Corey Barker.

Bona fide maniac meth head
out of Palmdale.

Corey Barker who got into a gun
battle with county sheriffs

when he was 16, was shot ten times?

Yeah, one and the same.

He's also the brother
of one of our suspects...

Tony Barker.

Pull up Tony Barker's file.

I'm on the team trying him for
multiple first-degree murders.

CHO: We've been surveilling
Corey for months,

building a case on him
for running cocaine

from Vegas to L.A.

Last night we caught him on a wire saying

he was about to "hardware-up
with a hit crew."

Then he dumped all his phones
and disappeared.

NIA: We were about to introduce
evidence showing Tony's DNA

on a gun silencer linking him
to four of the murders.

Baby brother makes Tony's
evidence kit disappear,

he gets a mistrial, and big
brother hits the streets.

Sounds like a theory.

Thanks for not showing us this.

Hey, I wasn't even here.

Corey was willing to rob
an LAPD crime lab for you, huh?

I mean, damn, I got to say,
that's one tight family

you got right there.

NIA: You knew we had DNA evidence

linking you to that silencer,

which would've been a slam dunk
for a guilty verdict.

You told Corey to steal
your evidence before

it was introduced to the jury.

And baby brother wasn't
about to disappoint.

I called Corey yesterday,

asked him to drop 100 in my account

so I could stock up on Little Debbies.

If Corey did something,
I know jack about it.

Two members of LAPD were murdered,

and another one my boss knows
personally is clinging to life.

So if you were facing decades
before this,

you're gonna be buried now.

Besides your evidence kit,
there were 62 others

that were stolen,
and we want them back intact.

I can't make a deal for your brother,

but if you tell us where he is,

my office is willing
to plea bargain with you.

My lawyer tried to make a deal
with you before trial,

and you shut him down.

That's when you had nothing to sell.

HONDO: I suggest you
convince your baby brother

to turn himself in,
along with those DNA kits,

because he does not want to try
shooting it out with LAPD SWAT.

Our old man was some bastard.

One night he dared Corey to shoot him.

He even handed him the gun.

So Corey did.

.357, right between the eyes.

I don't know nothing

about no lab getting ripped.

And I ain't gonna shed any tears

over a couple cops who died in it.

(WHISPERS): Especially if it means

my case is about to be dismissed.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(PHONE CHIMES)

_

(LOCK BUZZES, CLICKS)

You better make
those Little Debbies last.

'Cause I'm gonna make sure

that you ain't getting out
of here anytime soon.

(DOOR CLOSES)

We got any info on the shotgun they used?

Yeah, yeah. Fostech Origin 12.

LUCA: Limited collector's edition

to be sold at the Bakersfield gun show.

The ATF reported that the shipment
disappeared en route last week.

TAN: I got a friend
who works undercover in Vice.

She said those gauges ended up
in the hands of Gilly Gembetta.

Gembetta? Rock and roll
weapons dealer out of Echo Park?

His place was raided last year,

so now he's set up shop in Silver Lake.

LUCA: The word is he's got a
shooting range in the basement

where bangers test his merchandise.

- All right, gear up.
- Come on.

Hey, guys, I'm playing Santa
this year, so if any of you

have donations for the toy
drive, I'll be collecting.

Way ahead of you, Deac.

Figured you got your hands full
with Annie and the kids, so we

started rounding up toys.
They're in Jessica's office.

Everyone donated.

- Yep.
- Even Street.

STREET: Yeah, if anyone knows
what a disadvantaged kid

wants for Christmas, it's me, right?

What's that, Street...

- love, peace?
- Uh, no,

a Super Soaker.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey, guys.

Thanks. I feel like
I dropped the ball on this,

so I appreciate it.

Of course, man.

Hey, man. You okay?
You seem a little stressed out.

Well, yeah. No, just
between nonstop bills

for the kids,
getting the baby's room ready

for the new one, busted pipes,

I just feel like I'm hemorrhaging cash.

What about that
security gig that Hondo scored you?

It's a few bucks here and there,

but it's not the same as the
overtime we used to pull.

- You know, before the budget cuts?
- Yeah.

I'm sorry. I don't know
why I'm telling you this.

You're not my financial advisor.

Nah, dude, I hate hearing
that you're stretched thin,

especially this time of year.

Hey. It'll work out.

♪

(SIGHS)

If there's any new updates, I'm the one

to be informed on that, okay?

- All right.
- Dad.

Oh, hey, honey.

(SIGHS)

My guys from Metro pick you up at LAX?

Yeah, they found me as soon
as I got off the plane

- and raced me here.
- Good.

- How's Rebecca?
- Oh, she's unconscious

and in critical condition.

She's lucky to be alive.

I mean, this can't
be happening. I was just

trading vegan recipes with her
the other day on Facebook.

Was the firm okay with
you leaving Pittsburgh

- on short notice?
- Yeah.

I, uh, I-I channeled my inner you

and didn't give them a choice.

I just booked the first flight out.

- How are you holding up, Dad?
- Oh...

You know, I mean...

if it wasn't for Rebecca,

I would've never bounced
back from your mother.

I mean, she had her...
she had her own grief,

but she still found time
to be there for us

and make sure we didn't go down
the tubes after the funeral.

Yeah. Well, she's always
been there for us.

- Now we'll be there for her.
- Yeah.

I'm glad you're home.

- I missed you.
- Missed you, too. Is this her room?

Yeah.

Draco NAK9. Small enough

to fit underneath a jacket, but
it does have a 20-round clip.

You get backed up in a corner

and you got to clean the streets,

it's a tight little chopper right here.

- Price per unit?
- Dracos retail for seven.

You buy 'em in bulk,
I'll give 'em to you for six.

Uh-huh. How's it kick?

Like a newborn baby. (CHUCKLES)

Try it out.

Oh, yeah.

We'll take a case.

♪ My number one fan...

- LAPD! Metro SWAT!
- LAPD! Weapons down!

STREET: Left side clear!

- LUCA: Right side clear!
- Room clear! Straight out.

Get them out of here. I got Gembetta.

Give me your hand. Give me your hand now.

- Let's go.
- Ow.

♪ Knock your ass out, ass out,
ass out, damn... ♪

You and me are gonna talk.

♪ Yeah.

Corey Barker bought automatic
shotguns from you. That right?

(STREET WHISTLES)

Man. More hardware
than we got in our armory.

So you're looking at life,

no parole, unless you want
to help us out.

(SIGHS)

Barker.

Wanted semi-auto gauges,

lots of power,

but with ammo that couldn't be traced.

Bought three for him and his
boys, said they were doing a job

- to save his brother, Tony.
- HONDO: Corey tell you

they were hitting the LAPD crime lab?

Nah. He said they had
to get rid of some lady

who survived that lab thing,
might've seen something.

Wait, wait, wait. Barker said
he was going after the witness?

GEMBETTA: He just said

if the lady gets dead,

then his brother goes free.

Rebecca Cates?

This is 20-David to Commander Hicks.

You got three shooters heading your way

to take out Rebecca Cates.

Affirmative, Hondo. I'm on it.

We need to move her to another room.

- No, we can't just move...
- Listen to me.

If we don't,
she definitely won't survive.

Hold on.

All right, unlock it and let's go.

All right, swing it, swing it.

All right, let's get her in here
and I'll clear the area.

All right. All right, when I walk out,

you lock the door behind me
and you do not come out

until I tell you it's okay.

- Dad. What is happening?
- Listen to me.

Call 911 and tell them
an officer's in danger.

Room 949.

I'll watch for cops.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER P.A.)

Put 'em down!

(GUNSHOTS)

Drop it or die!

- Get on your knees now!
- Down!

(KNOCKING)

HICKS: Molly. It's me.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay, honey.

It's okay, honey. All right?

Phil Bennet.

You got priors for assault,

concealed weapons, but you've
never dropped a body.

So why you starting your murder
career now with Barker?

Corey's paying 20K.

And I owe serious child support.

Father of the year.

And now you're looking
at 40 years, minimum.

For what? Shooting an elevator?

No. For two homicides, theft and
tampering with state's evidence.

- Plus arson of a government facility.
- Whoa, we didn't rob that crime lab.

Why you going back to the
hospital to take care

of Rebecca Cates, then?
Unless she's about to ID you?

No, man. She was a straight hit.

Corey told me we needed
to drop her in order

- to help his brother beat that case.
- Wait, so you're saying

you were just farmed out
to kill a witness?

All I know is this dude called up Corey,
told him if he got rid of her,

he'd give Corey the evidence box
from Tony's trial in return.

As long as we used
the same guns they did.

Corey Barker mention
this mystery man's name?

Yeah.

Said his name was Kraft.

Like the macaroni and cheese.

DEACON: Check the timestamp.

At 12:20, Corey Barker
ordered a lettuce wrap.

I didn't figure him
for a protein style guy.

So that clears Corey Barker
from robbing the crime lab.

Well, according to Bennett,

Corey Barker recruited him

and the other shooter
on behalf of a guy named Kraft.

Now, this Kraft guy
allegedly offered Corey

his brother's DNA kit
in exchange for killing Rebecca.

So, Kraft rips off the lab

and leverages a DNA kit to make
other cons do his dirty work?

Chris, run all names and aliases
associated with Kraft.

On it. But it'll be
a Christmas miracle if that name

actually came back to someone real.

Well, I don't know if Little Red
counts as a miracle,

but he says he's got intel.

Little Red?

(CHUCKLES) Don't ask.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hey.

The insurance check come?

Yeah. All 13 grand of it.

Wait, did you just say 13?
It was supposed to be for 30.

Well, the adjuster said that
we only have partial coverage

on the water damage.

David, if we wait any longer,

the pipes are gonna rot
out of the ceiling.

All right, uh, call the plumber

and get him working on the pipes.

And I'll find the rest
of the money for the repairs.

- Okay. Are you sure?
- Yes.

Not having our baby girl
come home from the hospital

to a house full of green mold. Just...

get it done. Ca... Uh, pull the trigger.

Hey. Your insurance check come through?

Yeah, but it's...
it's only enough for the pipes.

It's not enough to cover the
repairs from the water damage.

(SCOFFS) Insurance companies,
they'll find any excuse.

Yeah. It's-it's all good.

I got a call in to our union rep.

He's gonna see about me
getting a loan approved

from the credit union, so...

Yeah.

("FROSTY THE SNOWMAN" PLAYING)

LITTLE RED: Edwina James, man?

She's this designer, man,
who's blowing up.

All the ladies are thirsting
after her stuff.

Look, so I'll show you
a couple of pieces that I want,

- and then we'll talk.
- All right. Hold up, Red.

You got some big balls
thinking we gonna buy you

some Christmas gifts
for your little side pieces.

Yeah, man. Before you show us anything,

you better give us some righteous intel.

All right. You told me

to be on the lookout
for any activity on the street

- that seemed strange, right?
- That's right.

You know who Lolo the Whale is?

Lolo Matani?

Head of the Carson Tribe in South L.A.

Boom. Word is, the Whale just sold

three of his booty bars
for a cut-rate price

to the Los Profetas for 300 large,

then ghosted off the streets.

Now, tell me that
doesn't sound strange to you.

♪ For when they placed it
on his head... ♪

All right, Red.
I guess the LAPD is gonna spring

for your stocking stuffers.

(CHUCKLES)

Man, I saw this beautiful
necklace for Westside Danger.

And this perfect, perfect
bracelet for Trickster.

And a pair of perfect earrings
for my girl Bethany.

Oh, whoa, whoa. Bethany?

Yeah. She's from Pasadena.

Hey. Why not just get them
all the same thing?

Man, I got to keep my game tight.

The same gift for every girl
is a rookie mistake,

especially when they all friends.

You better be careful
out there, Little Red.

Hey, when you dealing with
Little Red, it's Christmas 365.

(CHUCKLES)

You think this is our guy?

It's our latest best guess.
Lolo the Whale Matani.

King of the Carson Tribe.

He owns a half a dozen
strip joints in the South Bay.

All used to launder money for
the Tribe's amphetamine trade.

NIA: One of the stolen DNA kits

proved Matani sexually assaulted

several of the young boys

who attended his day care centers.

We were a week out from
indicting him for sex crimes.

- Think Matani knew it was coming?
- His lawyer is connected.

He could've found out
we were about to file

- charges against him.
- Yup. So the Whale

liquidates three of his strip clubs

for cash, hires a crew
to hit the crime lab.

Then destroys the evidence
that could ruin his rep.

And he doesn't mind hurting
some innocents on the way.

Well, he wouldn't last a day
in prison if that ever got out.

Let's go whale hunting.

All right.

Yeah.

HONDO: Commander.

Everything all right?

Well, if that DNA evidence isn't returned

sealed and intact, it won't
be able to be used in court,

which means no justice for a lot
of victims and their families.

Well, I'll make sure my team

treats those evidence
kits with extra care.

- All right.
- How's Rebecca doing?

I know you're close to her.

Oh, well, it's... (LAUGHS)

I'm not sure what to do with myself.

I mean, hold her hand
and be there for her

in case she wakes up, or stay
here and help find the bastards

- who did this to her.
- No. No, sir. Go be with her.

We're gonna find the guys
who did this to her,

and we'll get those evidence
kits back, intact.

I promise you that.

Oh. First rule of law enforcement:

never promise results
when you can't guarantee,

100%, the outcome just
to make somebody feel better.

I thought I taught you better than that.

You did. But we know how
important this is to you,

so we're gonna get it done.

Go be with Rebecca, sir.

Uh, all right.

Thanks, Hondo.

STREET: Man, these ladies
look like linebackers.

Matanis are a very close-knit family.

The four sisters act as bodyguards.

TAN: Yeah, too bad they're criminals.

We could use 'em
in the LAPD football league.

Okay, so what's the plan, Deac?

We take out the four sisters
with non-lethal force, hard.

And then we pray that Matani

hasn't destroyed the rest
of the evidence kits.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

All right, Street,
you're with me on the one side

for better vantage. The three
of you stay on the 1-4 corner.

- You got it.
- Let's go.

- Let's move.
- Go. Go.

(WOMEN GROANING)

(QUIETLY): Nobody move. Hands down.

(WOMAN GROANING)

Matani, you're under arrest!

LAPD! STREET: On your stomach!

WOMAN: Run, baby!

Deac, the fire!

Check every inch of this house.

Find every last DNA kit.

On it, man. Let's go.

WOMAN (OVER P.A.):
Dr. Kipper, you're needed

in Labor and Delivery.

Dr. Kipper to Labor and Delivery.

You good, Commander?

Ah.

- Here you go.
- (SIGHS)

Whatever happened with you

and that woman Janice you were seeing?

Hmm?

- She seemed nice.
- Well, Janice was okay.

She was, um...

Well, she-she wasn't...

Mom?

Exactly.

None of them will ever be Mom.

But that doesn't mean that

you can't find someone
to have a happy life with.

Why are you so concerned
with my personal life?

Shouldn't it be the other way around?

'Cause you have a lot of years left,

and it makes me sad

thinking of you spending them alone.

Yeah.

You know how guilty I felt when I left

to take the job in Pittsburgh?

I knew once I left,
you'd sit in the house,

sipping coffee, listening to the
records you and Mom collected.

Don't ever feel guilty
for living your life.

Look, I... I'm not lonely.

All right? With SWAT, I have
all the excitement I can handle.

You know Mom would have
wanted you to find someone.

You know, whenever I'd have a hard shift,

I'd come home, I'd go straight to my den.

I'd stay in there for hours,

having a couple of drinks, decompressing.

Your mother understood
when to leave me alone.

We got each other.

I'm never gonna find that again.

Rebecca... she told me

to never say anything to
you, but you need to know.

Once you got used to Mom being gone,

Rebecca thought... thought maybe

your relationship could become
more than just friends.

(CHUCKLES): Rebecca?

She never said anything like that to me.

Yeah, well, you never really
understood women, did you?

She didn't want to risk
turning your friendship

into something that she
could never live up to.

I mean, have you ever
thought about Rebecca

as someone you could love?

I never thought she'd get over Rick.

That's why we got along so well,

because we both lost
our soul mates, you know?

Yeah. You survived by
leaning on each other.

When she gets through this,

you two should talk.

Come on.

LUCA: Got nothing.

We tore the whole place apart.

Where'd you dump the
rest of the evidence kits?

There are no others. Just mine.

STREET: Come on, Lolo.
We know you unloaded

your strip clubs to hire
a hit crew to take down

- the crime lab.
- What? No.

I sold the clubs 'cause
I got a call from this dude.

Said he had my evidence kit.

Said he wanted 300 large ASAP

or he'd drop the kit on the
steps of L.A. Superior Court.

So you're telling us
that you paid for your kit,

- you didn't steal it?
- 300 large.

Didn't have a choice.

- What's this dude's name?
- Called himself Kraft.

You meet this Kraft in person?

I don't know it was him
or one of his guys,

but I met this dude with a shaved head

in the parking lot of LAX.

I gave him the cash, he gave me the kit.

I didn't want to die in jail.

Our real suspect calls himself Kraft.

Now, he robbed the lab
knowing what the kits are worth

- to the criminals they belong to...
- So he reaches out

to every criminal
with a major crimes case

and offers to sell them
back their evidence?

Or Kraft would send 'em back to the LAPD.

Sir, this wasn't about a suspect

stealing evidence so
they could destroy it.

This is the ultimate
underworld blackmail scheme.

Damn, talk about next level.

- How is she?
- She's awake.

Whenever you think
she's good to speak to us.

I'm sure she'll want to help right away.

They were fast and knew layout.

- How to use our key cards.
- They definitely had it planned

and knew how to burn their tracks.

When I hit the floor,

one of their empty shells
rolled towards me.

I hid it in the
temperature control panel,

just in case
there was any evidence on it.

You were bleeding out from buckshot

while they set the lab on fire,

and you thought about saving evidence?

The shell... it should still be there.

You're a brave woman, Rebecca.

DEACON: I'm working three jobs,

my ceiling's about to cave in,
I got a baby girl on the way.

H-How do I make these...
these union dues work for me?

How-How do we get these
people to help me?

Sergeant, I'm on your side.

And this is not exactly
my area of expertise,

but when I asked on your behalf,

they said you're already
carrying a sizable balance

on your previous loan.

They're not gonna approve you
for a new one right now.

We've already appealed it

and there's nothing else that we can do.

Not through the department.

The holidays just keep getting happier.

- Thanks for trying.
- I'm really sorry, Sergeant.

It's hard to think anything
could've survived in here.

Let's not judge any piece of
evidence until we find it, okay?

Yeah. Fair enough.

Now, she said it was
inside a control panel.

Yup.

I don't see anything.

How far in does it go?

Just like Rebecca said.

Thanks to Rebecca, we
recovered the only piece

of physical evidence
from the lab robbery.

TAN: Forensics lifted a partial
thumbprint, they completed it with

digital imaging and we got a match.

HONDO: John Seeley.

41, in and out of prison
since he was 18 years old

- for various armed robberies.
- Now, Seeley was released

from Folsom a month ago
after serving six years,

didn't bother reporting
to his parole officer.

NIA: I got in touch
with his last cellmate,

who said all Seeley talked
about was the LAPD crime lab.

He'd read an article about it
in the Los Angeles Chronicle

and became obsessed with it.

I'll be damned.

I ran his prison ID
computer activity log.

He spent hours on the Chronicle's website

taking virtual tours of the crime lab.

NIA: Seeley had all the
information he needed

online to cook up the
scheme of a lifetime.

Where'd he get the name Kraft?

Check out the byline.

Justin D. Kraft.

Seeley took the reporter's name.

I want plainclothes detectives shadowing

every one of these suspects
on the evidence list.

And if we don't find Seeley,

we'll follow a buyer going to him.

All right.

(CHUCKLES)

Wow.

Hey, man, you got a sec?

Yeah sure. What's up?

I can tell you going through
a hard time right now

and I'd like to help with some cash.

Listen, I didn't tell you

about my situation looking for a handout.

No, I know, but I still want to help.

I mean, you need 16 grand
to fix your pipes, right?

I'll loan it to you, interest-free.

- Just pay me back at your own pace.
- How?

However, man. I mean,
I know you're good for it.

Just take your time, man. I'm in no rush.

(CLEARS THROAT) Look, uh...

it m-means a lot, but friendship
and money... th-they don't mix.

- Yeah. But it's me, Deac.
- That's exactly why

I don't want to ruin our friendship.

But, believe me,

it means a lot that you offered.

What have we got?

One of the suspects on
the list being surveilled...

Nick Kerostena... the detectives
sitting on him just called in,

and said he's on the
move acting suspicious.

Kerostena runs a crew out of Montebello.

He's done time for counterfeiting,

synthetic cocaine,
assault with a deadly weapon.

Two months ago we found DNA evidence

linking him to the murder

of his mistresses' boyfriend
with a hatchet.

The indictment was coming down next week.

The detectives tailed Kerostena
to a bar he owns.

He came out ten minutes later
with two bodyguards

and a-a duffel bag they suspect
was filled with cash.

He dumped his phone,
he's headed downtown.

- He's got to be meeting with Seeley.
- All right, Street.

You tell the detectives
sit tight, don't spook him.

Tell Hondo we're rolling.

SEELEY: Sorry for the short notice,

but you get this kind of deal's
got to happen fast, right?

Got your end?

Wasn't easy to cash out
a quarter mil in one day.

(ZIPS)

SEELEY: Everybody wins, amigo.

No eyes, but we got ears
and the deal's going down.

STREET: Detectives, hold tight.

Don't move in, SWAT's on its way.

Roger that.

They better hurry.

Great price. Great product, amigo.

Where is it?

Look familiar?

Then you have a good life, my friend.

I got other deals to get to.

They made the deal, we got to go.

SWAT, we're moving in.

LAPD! Hands where we can see 'em!

- Let me see your hands!
- Let me see your hands!

HONDO: Detectives, take a
perimeter position! Fall back.

STREET: Man down!

HONDO: This 20 David to Command.

We are taking fire from suspects!

Officer down. Send an ambo!

- On the ground!
- Drop it right now. Drop the weapon!

- On the ground!
- On the ground!

I got eyes on Seeley!

This is 20-David to 22-David.

I need you to intercept a van
fleeing west on Second.

(SIREN WAILING)

22-David, do you read?

I'm getting beat up by this van.

LUCA: Roger that. Headed your way!

Aim for the cab, Luca.

(HONKING)

LUCA: Hondo, I got him.

(SHOUTING) Hands on the dash!
Hands on the dash!

Do not move, bitch-ass.

Don't even look at me. Don't look at me.

HICKS: All right.

Okay.

Okay, good.

Thanks to you, Seeley's in custody.

And they recovered
almost all the DNA kits.

They're on their way
to the L.A. Sheriff's lab

for proper storage.

That's why they pay me the big bucks.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah, okay.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh...

You know, when you're
feeling a little better...

Hmm?

...I think you and I
should have a conversation.

NIA: They started testing
the recovered DNA kits.

Initial reports say only
nine of them were compromised

and would be inadmissible in court.

What happens to those nine cases?

We start from scratch,

work harder to find new evidence.

I'm sorry we couldn't save 'em all.

Don't be. Could have been a lot worse.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll always have your back.

You had mine when I was in a rough place.

That won't change.

No, it won't.

Merry Christmas.

ANNIE: Thank you

for volunteering last-minute.

Oh, of course.

- This is so much fun.
- (CHUCKLES)

So, are you all ready for her?

(GASPS)

- Yep, she's a kicker.
- (LAUGHS)

Oh, we're a little stressed with bills,

but I have never been so
excited to have a new child.

Well, you and Deacon
are the best couple I know,

and you two always find a way
to make things work.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

I heard, uh, Chris took off
to New York with Ty and Kira

to see some shoegaze band.

That sounds bougie and awesome.

Still getting used to her having
a girlfriend and a boyfriend.

I know. You think we'll get to meet them?

(CHUCKLES) We'll see.

What're you doing for your,
uh, crazy Christmas plans?

- I'm taking my mom to Hawaii.
- Really?

It's been forever since
we spent real time together.

Nice, man. She's got to be excited.

She's been packing for two weeks.

- (CHUCKLES)
- What about you?

You know I love how everybody
leaves L.A. for the holidays.

Nothing better than empty
freeways, so I can open up

my '68 Chevy on the 170.

- And spend some time with my folks.
- Nice.

- Holiday treat, anyone?
- (CHUCKLES)

You bake these yourself, Street?

- 99 Cents Store.
- Nice.

Hey, uh, who's that with Annie?

That's Molly. And that is a woman

you definitely want to stay away from.

She's Hicks' daughter.

Oh, really?

Dude. You finally worked
your way back onto SWAT.

It's not a good idea to hump
and dump the boss' daughter.

What? I didn't even say anything.

Yeah, Luca, give Street some credit.

It's not like he's always thinking up new

and fascinating ways to lose his job.

Ha, ha, ha.

Hey, heads up, girls.

- Excuse me.
- Be good.

Yeah.

Something sweet, ladies?

Ooh, how about an ice cream with
melted gummy bears and olives?

Sorry, that's the most
popular item on the menu,

- and we just ran out.
- Mm.

And for the young lady?

Uh. Oh, thanks, I'm okay.

Oh, come on. It's Christmas season.

You got to sip hot chocolate
during Christmas.

It's the law.

Hmm. Well, my dad's a cop, and
I've never heard about that one.

Well, it just recently passed.

Hmm.

Don't make me take out my cuffs.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, this is good.

I'm Molly. Jim Street.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Hey, Commander.
Hey, uh, I never got to say,

but the way you handled those gunmen,

impressive shooting, sir.

You'd be amazed at what I'm capable of

when it comes to protecting
the ones I love.

What?

Don't make me have to get
involved in your love life.

Oh, give me a break. How's Rebecca?

Exhausted, but she's in good spirits.

Hmm. Oh, uh, so you know, I decided

to take the rest
of December off for work.

Hope you don't mind me sticking
around through the holidays.

It's okay. You're welcome
to stay as long as you want.

(CHUCKLES) It's an amazing turnout, huh?

Ah, it's incredible.

It's almost double
the fundraising from last year.

Job well done, Deac.
So, here. Merry Christmas.

Hey, bubba.

(BABBLING)

Hey... Luca, come on, I can't...

I can't do this. It's not me.

Yeah, well, then do it for me, okay?

'Cause I want to be happy
for the holidays,

and what makes me happy
is when my friends

don't have to worry about money.

All right?

Okay.

I'm gonna pay you back, every cent.

I know you will.

Love you, bud.

I could... Hey, hey, hey, little man.

You're not supposed to be doing
that without adult supervision.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Officer.

I took my eyes off him for one second.

Get over here.

Donnie, apologize to the officer

for touching things
you're not supposed to.

Sorry, Officer.

Hey, it's all good.

I just don't want you getting
hurt, that's all.

Donnie wants to be a cop
when he gets older.

I guess he thought he'd just
start his training early.

Is that right?

You want to be a police
officer one day, huh?

Hell yeah. Or, I mean, yes, Officer.

What part of the city are y'all from?

Watts. We took the bus up.

You know, you're one lucky little dude

to have a mama like that.

I'm lucky to have one, too.

I hope you take good care of her.

- He does.
- What's your two jobs?

Uh, do good in school,

and help Mom with chores
around the house.

You got yourself one great
little son right here.

(CHUCKLES)

You know what this thing's called?

No. What?

It's called an A-Star police chopper.

We use it to save lives.

Cool.

You mind if I take him off your
hands for a few minutes?

- Go right ahead.
- Come on, Donnie.

Hup! (GRUNTS)

So, what's the best part
about being a police officer?

Well, I'd have to say...

seeing people who are hurting,

and doing something
to make them feel better.

When I see people do bad things,

I wish I could make them stop.

You know what you're
gonna need for all that...

whole bunch of training.

You want to learn how
to fly this bad boy?

- Yeah.
- (CHUCKLES) All right.

Let's see what you got. Get up there.

All right, get in there.
You're the pilot today.

Let's get you a helmet,
so you can look official.

There you go.

Let's see what kind of
LAPD police officer

little Donnie's gonna be.

Ah, there you go.

Take us up, Donnie, take us up.