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♪

21-David. I'm at the safe house on Magnolia.

Officer down.

GSW, no pulse.

I need immediate backup.

Suspect may still be inside.

21-David. Our witness is deceased.

Throat slashed, no pulse. I repeat.

Rita Martinez was killed.

No sign of her daughter.

[clattering]

Pia, are you in there?

[whimpers] Help me!

Listen to me. I need you to open the door.

I got to get you out of here.

[grunting]

Pia, get on the ground!

[grunting]

PIA: Help me!

Please!

Pia!

It's okay. It's okay.

Hey, I got you. Come here.

I got you.

But my mom.

Verdugo killed my mom.

He's gonna kill me, too.

No. No, that's not gonna happen.

We'll get him, Pia.

I promise you I will catch him.

I won't sleep until I do.

Okay, Commander, sounds good.

I'll see you then.

Oh, hey, I'm sorry, Nichelle.

Baby's finally sleeping through the night

for the first time in weeks

and your knucklehead husband's waking you up at 4:00 a.m.

My bad. It's okay.

What did Commander Hicks want at this hour?

Do you remember that fugitive I told you about

who was picked up in Mexico a few weeks back?

The one who killed

that young mother all those years ago?

Gaz Verdugo.

Mexican officials just agreed to extradite him

back to L.A. to get him tried for her murder.

So Hicks is flying a couple of us

out to Mexico City to escort him back to the States.

Have you reached her daughter yet?

No. No, not yet.

I've been leaving her messages

ever since Verdugo got picked up.

When's the last time you two spoke?

It's been a few years.

Last I heard, Pia moved out to Miami.

I've been trying to keep in touch, but...

Don't be so hard on yourself, babe.

You've had a lot going on the past couple of years.

A baby.

- Now a wife. - Mm.

[chuckles softly]

So how soon did Hicks say this extradition's happening?

He booked us all on a flight out of LAX later this morning.

Do you even have time to pack?

[chuckles] Woman...

I got time for more than that.

All right.

["Rock a Bye Baby" by Nick Kingsley playing]

POWELL: Gracias.

Judging by the way our driver just laughed at me,

I either tipped him way too little or way too much.

Well, we're here 24 hours,

so you may as well burn through that stipend.

There's no point in being stingy.

Don't get too comfortable, Powell.

We'll be gone before we know it.

[indistinct conversations]

Who does Hondo keep trying to call?

Pia Martinez.

Victim's daughter.

Hondo's been attempting to get in touch with her

ever since the Federales put Verdugo in custody.

I read the case file on the plane.

The whole thing is horrible.

Yeah. An informant under LAPD protection

getting slaughtered like that?

I can understand why it's stuck with Hondo the past ten years.

What you may not know is that

Hondo is the one who helped convince Pia's mom

to turn state's witness against her boyfriend.

Verdugo was a power player

in the Salvadoran mob in L.A. at the time.

We tried to keep Hondo's name from getting out,

but that's over now.

Verdugo's finally in custody.

That should give Hondo some peace of mind.

Yeah. It should.

Estadounidenses.

You must be

Officer Bautista.

Call me Gabriel.

I want to thank you

for handling everything

on such short notice, Gabriel.

My pleasure.

Actually, no, I lie.

Dealing with VIPs is part of my job.

VIPs, huh?

I've never considered myself a VIP.

How about you, Commander?

I always knew I was important, but it's nice

to finally get the recognition.

Well, I know you won't be in Mexico City

for too long, but I wanted to ask

if you three had dinner plans for tonight.

Well, we were hoping to get some

shut-eye before the big day tomorrow.

What if I said my colleagues and I have reservations

at the finest restaurant in town?

Our treat.

Never knew a cop to give up a free dinner.

I'll take that as a yes. It's a yes.

["El Camino" by Los Maraqueños playing]

After the anonymous tip came in,

my officers acted immediately.

We were able to pick up Verdugo in...

How do you say "burdel"?

Uh, a brothel. Oh.

Yes. A brothel across town.

Apparently, Verdugo came here from El Salvador

with some regularity.

You said you're from nearby?

Just outside the city.

My family, we owned a bakery there.

Three generations working together.

But it was destroyed in the earthquake in '85.

Do you still live there?

Yes. With my abuela.

She still makes the best buñuelos.

It's like a doughnut.

You know how Americans love

doughnuts.

It's a shame you're leaving so soon.

HICKS: Let me ask you, Captain.

Any idea what Verdugo was doing in Mexico City

in the first place? No.

He hasn't said much since he's been in custody.

Maybe you'll have more luck with him in America.

Oh.

Frankly, I don't give a damn

what Verdugo has to say.

I'm just relieved he's behind bars. Mm.

Thanks to you guys.

Congratulations.

To all of you.

HICKS: Yeah, hear, hear.

Cheers to that.

Cheers.

POWELL: Thank you.

Verdugo's extradition's bigger news than I thought.

Well, he's run a Mafia operation from an underground lair

in El Salvador for decades.

People want eyes on him.

That's Pia.

What's she doing here?

I figured she never got my messages.

The victim's daughter?

Are you sure it's her?

We're a long way from Miami.

Sir, I'm positive. That girl's face has been

burned into my brain for ten years.

I'll meet you inside.

All right.

What are you doing here?

LAPD needed an escort team for the extradition.

And the higher-ups knew about my history with Verdugo.

Which is why I figured they'd send someone else.

You still studying in Miami?

I was, yeah.

Mira, I am not here to make small talk.

I just want to look the bastard in the eye.

You and me both, Pia.

Look, I know today is not the day, but the next time

you're in Los Angeles, give me a call, okay?

I don't think so.

That's everything?

Now we go to airport. Once your plane is wheels up,

Verdugo is officially in U.S. custody.

Feel like justice is finally served?

Once he's sentenced to life, maybe.

You two in the follow vehicle.

You're with me.

[crowd booing, clamoring]

Hey, somebody ought to check that bag!

[screaming, clamoring]

[high-pitched ringing]

Gun! Cover!

[tires screech]

Stay down, Powell.

What the hell just happened?

Verdugo's gone.

He got away again.

♪

Hey, hey, open your eyes, look at me.

Look at me, open your eyes.

You're gonna be okay. You're all right.

Powell, that's him. Blue hoodie, 12 o'clock.

Go! I got him.

Keep him stable.

POWELL: Medic! I need a medic!

Hey!

[indistinct chatter]

[grunts]

[woman screams]

[officer speaks Spanish]

Move.

Stop!

Hey! Get down.

No, no, no. Don't do it.

[shouts]

[glass shatters] [woman screams]

Where'd he go?

OLVERA: And I also want checkpoints at every bridge,

road and highway.

If Verdugo plans on hiding in the area

and slipping out under cover of night,

he's in for a surprise.

[speaking Spanish]

Are Hondo and Gabriel still talking

to detectives outside? Yes.

It appears our rooftop jumper was

indeed who set the bomb.

Semtex residue was found on his hands.

The investigators want a full debrief.

Look, Captain, we know you got your hands full,

so any assistance

we can provide today,

know that the LAPD is ready and willing to provide it.

Since you are permitted to carry firearms on Mexican soil...

...I hereby deputize you to work in tandem

with the Mexican authorities

for the sole purposes of Verdugo's recapture.

The "B" on that man's hand.

Verdugo has the same one.

Is that a Mafia tat?

- "B" for Bestia. - Beast.

It's their Mafia's most cutthroat branch.

They work with some of the region's

most violent actors--

human traffickers, terrorists, you name it.

Bestias are interested in only one thing. Money.

They didn't just help Verdugo escape out of loyalty.

Look at that motorcycle there.

See a pattern on the side?

It seems like some sort of sticker was

peeled off, like a...

checkerboard pattern. That's the new emblem

for their local football club. Soccer.

Which means he bought the motorcycle in the area,

not too long ago either.

But why peel off the sticker? Wouldn't you want to blend in?

Not if he was regularly

leaving the area, traveling east of here.

They support a rival team.

A sticker like that could get you into trouble.

Let's find out where he got that motorcycle.

♪

[speaks Spanish]

Let the manhunt begin.

Hey. Go ahead inside.

I want to check on someone.

Hey.

I can't believe you let Verdugo get away again.

After all the work I put into tracking him down.

The work you put in? What do you mean?

Wait a minute, Pia.

Are you the one who made the anonymous call

that tipped off the local police to him?

Yeah.

How dumb am I?

Trusting cops after everything I've been through.

I-I don't get it. How'd you find him?

I heard the rumors that Verdugo fled to Central America,

so I started traveling.

You dropped out of school in Miami?

Sitting in class just seemed so ridiculous,

knowing the man who killed my mom was still out there.

I've been to El Salvador, Guatemala, here...

Started using dating apps,

going on dates with low-level guys in Salvadoran gangs.

Pia, that can be very dangerous.

I had to do something, Hondo.

Nobody else was putting the work in.

You guys certainly weren't.

Okay, look.

I know you have your reasons for feeling

the way you do about police and me.

And I don't blame you.

Okay? The tragedy you experienced as a child...

It wasn't a tragedy.

A tragedy is something that just happens.

A car accident, a hurricane.

Verdugo killed my mom because you talked her

into informing on him.

My mother's dead because of you.

There's more to it than that, Pia.

Night of the murder,

you promised me you'd find Verdugo.

But you didn't.

I'm the one who found him.

You lost him.

Twice now.

I understand how you feel.

But know this--

I am determined to not let this happen again.

But, look, if you know anything else

about where Verdugo might be...

I don't.

But even if I did,

why would I ever tell you?

♪

The man who fell to his death was ID'd

as Mario Gutierrez.

This is from the neighboring building's surveillance cam,

across the street from the apartment.

Any clue who his buddies are?

The man in the middle is thought to be

one of Verdugo's closest associates.

Then there's a good chance

that's where Verdugo is holed up.

That bike with the peeled-off sticker?

You were right, Capitán.

It was purchased just last week

from a salvage yard east of town.

The owner is rumored to have gang affiliations.

Las Bestias.

Get there. See what you can find.

We may have a location on one of Verdugo's top deputies.

I'll round up the rest of the team.

I'd like to go with him, Commander. Not mi casa.

Not my call.

Come on. Time to bring Verdugo in.

[Gabriel laughs]

So everything you know about America,

you learned in Sacramento. What better place to learn?

It is the most beautiful city.

I mean, it has its charms,

but I'm not sure that's how I would describe it.

You sound like a woman who's never taken a sunset cruise

down the Sacramento River.

Guilty as charged.

So, when exactly did you participate

in this police exchangeprogram?

Three years ago.

My wife and I had just gotten divorced,

I saw the sign-up sheet, and decided I had to get away.

Sacramento was a good place to heal.

How long were you two married? 11 years.

We were childhood sweethearts.

My first love.

Never thought I'd get over it.

Trust me. I know the feeling.

My ex-husband and I were high school sweethearts.

Same story.

Listen, before we go in, you should know that people

in this town aren't known for being... talkative.

When we get inside, I'll speak to the owner.

You take a look around for anything of interest.

Okay.

[bell jingles]

[phone buzzes]

What up, Hondo?

Our search for the jumper's apartment turned up empty.

No sign of Verdugo or his crew.

How's it going over there?

Gabriel's talking

to the owner now.

Can't tell if he's getting anywhere.

I'm taking a look out back now.

All right. Keep me posted.

You got it.

Amigo,

you speak English?

Maybe. You live around here?

Do you have any idea who lives

in Apartment 2B in that building?

[scoffs] I don't know where you're from,

but here, if you want something, you pay.

Oh, this better be real good, my man.

Girl who came last week paid five times this much...

What girl?

I don't know.

She was hot, though.

Looked like Ariana Grande.

She also asked about the men in 2B.

Her name Pia by any chance?

I asked. Said I was too young.

Wouldn't give me her number.

Said I could find her at Café Terraza

if I thought of anything more.

Yeah, well, better luck next time, playboy.

Sure.

Keep the change. [chuckles]

Stop right there.

Turn around, put your hands up.

[Powell grunts]

Get your ass down.

Where's Verdugo hiding, huh?

Looks like I missed the fun part.

[panting]: Yeah.

Get the next one.

Get up.

The streets are flooded with police, Fernando.

Your only hope at a reduced sentence is

to tell us where Verdugo's hiding

before we find him.

You know exactly why the Americans are here.

Where's Verdugo?

[knock at door]

[conversing in Spanish]

Fernando's phone. Check it out.

Hmm.

Want to tell us who she is?

I barely know her. Hmm.

There's two dozen photos in here that say otherwise.

Capitán says she's the 16-year-old daughter

of a man called Carnicero.

What does Carnicero mean?

Butcher. Huh.

His little girlfriend's dad is "the Butcher of Delgado."

Messing around with the daughter

of a guy called "the Butcher."

I wonder what a notorious Mafia butcher would do if he saw

a picture like this.

Verdugo had a high-stakes deal lined up.

Supposed to make him a fortune.

But he got arrested before the big deal went down.

What was Verdugo selling?

Drugs? No sé.

All I know is that a man called El Barbón set up the deal.

He has beard, long hair.

Does El Barbón have a real name?

Emil something.

Portillo, Polito, something with "P."

Emil is brokering the deal between Verdugo and the buyer.

You find Emil, Verdugo won't be far.

He won't leave town until he gets that money.

Pia.

Can we talk for a second? About what?

I got a feeling that you know more

about Verdugo's whereabouts than you're letting on.

[chuckles]

Pia, we raided an apartment across town.

A neighborhood boy said that you

had already been there taking pictures.

Little punk.

Come on, talk to me.

Are you finding any good leads from the sources you're working?

No.

I'm booking a flight back home to Miami tomorrow morning.

Maybe I can get a job, reenroll in school.

What happened this morning

was all too much.

And I'm running out of money.

I can't spend another ten years

consumed with such dark thoughts.

It's not what my mother would have wanted for me.

You're definitely right about that.

Listen, you came closer than anyone has in a decade

to finding Verdugo.

Then why do I feel like such a failure?

Because you're tired, Pia.

Go back to Florida, go back to your life.

I will do everything I can

to make sure he doesn't get away again.

No promises.

No.

No promises, but I will try.

Your mother would be really proud of you, you know.

You take care of yourself.

HICKS: Hey, listen to this.

The explosive found outside the station this morning?

Forensics lab found a serial number on the mortar shell.

"Shell." So, what, the bomb that was detonated

was a military armament?

Apparently an artillery truck was hijacked

last month near the Guatemalan border.

The thieves got away with RPGs, mortars,

and a thermobaric vacuum bomb.

Altogether worth $2 million.

A thermobaric vacuum bomb

detonated in a populated area would...

It could kill thousands, yes.

We think Verdugo was behind the hijacking?

No, we know it.

The hijacker killed during the robbery

is named Leo Verdugo.

It's one of Verdugo's cousins.

And the reason why Verdugo was so hot to make the deal,

it's the stolen weapons.

Did you hear the latest?

I was just filling her in.

Sounds like weapons you don't want

falling into the wrong hands.

OLVERA: Verdugo must have been about to sell them

when he got arrested.

Now that he's free,

we think he's going to plan to make the deal

within the next 24 hours.

How can you be so sure? Because this man here?

He flew in from Guatemala yesterday.

Emil Peralta.

Our biker ID'd him as El Barbón.

The one brokering the deal

between Verdugo and whoever's buying.

He's based in Guatemala but travels to Mexico City

every few months. Sells black market liquor

to local bars and restaurants in the area.

Keeps a very low profile.

These are the spots he's rumored to sell his products.

And most likely frequents.

Let's split up into pairs and do stakeouts.

All right.

Tell the troops. Yes, ma'am.

- [bell ringing] - [camera clicks]

No sign of Emil here.

No luck on this side of town either.

Coming up empty so far.

POWELL: Roger.

I know it's breakfast food,

but it's the best I can do in the park.

Thanks. I'm starving.

It's not as good as my abuela's,

but at least you get to try them.

Oh, my, it's like a funnel cake,

only a thousand times better.

[laughs] I'm glad you like it.

There's a lot of things I like about this place.

You know, maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing

if this manhunt took a few more days.

That's him. That's Emil.

Come on, this way.

I spot him headed west, República de Guatemala.

[horn honks, tires screech]

He spotted us.

[grunts]

Move, move.

[chuckles]

We lost him.

[elevator bell dings] You speak to Captain Olvera?

Just hung up.

There were no overnight leads on Emil.

He's probably already back in Guatemala City, for all we know.

HICKS: Now that we spooked Verdugo's middleman,

you think he still plans on carrying out this weapons deal?

There's one meeting standing between

Verdugo and a huge payday.

And if his buyers are paying,

nothing's stopping Verdugo now.

[elevator bell dings]

We need to find out where the hell this deal's going down.

If this were L.A., we'd be able to work some C.I.

who might have a lead to someone in Verdugo's crew.

Sir, I'm gonna make a quick call.

Hang tight.

[sighs]

[speaking indistinctly]

Hey.

I hope I don't have to remind you

that we're here in a professional capacity.

Gabriel was just nice enough

to bring me a croissant this morning. Oh,

well, yeah. That's nice.

What? You don't believe me?

No, it's, uh...

[chuckles] Look, frankly, it's none of my business.

You're right.

I'm gonna catch a ride in with Gabriel.

So I'll just see you at the station, Commander.

HONDO: Sir.

Pia might've been close

to getting a tip on where Verdugo's deal is happening.

She said she'd meet us at her hostel in an hour,

before she leaves for the airport.

All right... let's go.

Sorry, sir, but what made you feel like Powell's love life

was any of your concern?

I don't know.

No, I mean, Powell's always reminded me of Molly.

You know, headstrong, so capable but...

a romantic at heart.

I guess I...

don't want to see her have a fling

and end up getting hurt.

[chuckles]

Probably owe Powell an apology.

I'd say so.

Pia should've been here by now.

Can I help you?

HICKS: Yes, you can.

Is this girl staying here?

Yeah. Did you see her today?

I saw her leave last night, but she never came back.

What room was she staying in?

212. Just down there.

Do you have security cameras?

Not all of them are working,

but I can show you what we have.

That'll be fantastic.

Could you, uh...

cue it up to yesterday? Yeah.

Can you just rewind just a little bit back?

R-Right there, stop.

That's her. That's Pia.

That's from yesterday evening.

Right after midnight.

HONDO: Commander.

All her stuff's still in the room.

None of it's packed.

Well, it seems like she made it

back here safely last night.

HONDO:Do you have any idea who that guy is?

Yeah, actually.

People call him Boki.

He's a, a desgraciado.

How you say "creep."

He lives in his van in Tepito.

He'll do anything for a dollar.

HONDO:Stop the video right there for me.

Zoom in.

Commander, look, he's got a gun. HICKS: Yeah.

If Pia was abducted,

we're already working on borrowed time.

Hey, thank you.

Is your name Boki?

What you want, old man?

I'm a cop.

Police officer.

Slow down, slow down.

[slams]

Where's Pia?

Who? The American girl in the youth hostel.

We know you followed her in there last night.

Get off me. Let me go.

HICKS: Who put you up to this? Where is she?

Did somebody pay you to hurt her?

Hurt her? I did not hurt no one.

She wanted to buy a gun, so I sold her a pistol.

A little .380.

Well, if Pia bought a gun,

she knows where Verdugo is.

She went to take care of him herself.

You listen to me.

That girl is in serious danger.

Do you have any idea where she was going?

I didn't ask.

When I was leaving,

I heard her order a taxi for this morning.

Mentioned some fábrica 521.

What is that?

How the hell am I supposed to know?

Hondo. You find this Boki guy?

HONDO: Yeah, Powell, we got him.

But he did not abduct Pia.

He sold her a gun.

Look, she's got low-level contacts in the Mafia.

One of them must've tipped her off

to wherever Verdugo's deal is going down.

Some place called fábrica 521.

What does fábrica 521 mean?

Factory 521.

Verdugo must be carrying out his deal

in the old industrial district.

Meet us in the industrial district.

I'll drop you a pin.

Sí.

[horns honking]

[car door closes]

♪

OLVERA: This is fábrica 521.

Defunct shipping facility.

We have reason to believe Verdugo intends

to carry out his arms deal imminently.

Once we're there, you two take

the westernmost part of the building.

No time to waste. Go!

♪

That sound like a .380 to you?

It's Pia.

[sirens approaching]

[tires screech]

Take cover! [gunfire continues]

[grunts]

[groans]

[gunfire continues in distance]

♪

Pia! Where are you?

A little birdie told me you've been

sniffing around my men, trying to find me.

Well, here I am!

[gun dry fires]

♪

[Pia screams]

Did you hear that scream?

Came from inside.

VERDUGO: Nowhere to run, huh?

Don't do this.

Stop right there, Verdugo!

Would not come any closer if I were you!

He's gonna hang her from the rafters,

try to buy himself time to escape.

Don't do it, man! Let her go!

Captain.

We're on the main floor of the westernmost building.

We have a hostage situation.

PIA: Let me go. VERDUGO: Shut up!

Ten years ago, you save her.

I'm afraid it won't happen again.

I can't get a clean shot off.

Yeah, neither can I.

HONDO: You don't need to hurt the girl.

We can all walk out of here.

[crying]: Please stop. [grunts]

Let her go.

You release her, we will let you run out of here.

We'll tell the others that we couldn't find you.

My uncles taught me when I was young

never to trust a cop.

Look, I can't guarantee what'll happen

once you're out there,

but I am telling you,

we will let you leave without firing a shot at you.

At least you'll get a chance.

Come on, man. What do you say?

Don't hurt her. Just let her go nice and easy.

Hondo.

[alarm blaring]

Commander, rope!

[choking]

[grunts] I got you.

I got you, I got you. All right.

Get this off. All right,

it's all over now, Pia.

Okay? We'll get you tended to.

[crying]

HICKS: Anyone in Verdugo's crew survive?

OLIVERA: Just one, unfortunately.

Not sure if he'll make it, though.

Or if he'll be the same if he does. Yeah.

Appears you'll be heading back to Los AÁngeles

without your prisoner.

Oh, it should make it easier for us to catch some sleep

on the plane.

Look, I know from experience that when the action's over

the boss's job is just beginning.

I'm sure you got a lot of paperwork to get to, Captain,

so... I'll let you get to it.

What is it? What's on your mind?

[groans]

Verdugo.

We didn't find a cell phone on him.

HICKS: I'm sure he dropped it somewhere around here in the chaos.

Maybe.

We haven't found it yet.

HICKS: What is it?

We found a stockpile of weapons behind the warehouse.

RPGs, mortars.

So we got here before Verdugo's deal went down.

Not necessarily. We might have gotten here too late.

The thermobaric vacuum bomb--

it's gone, there's no sign of it.

GABRIEL:Verdugo may have already sold it.

If that's true, that's the worst news possible.

A bomb like that could cause unimaginable destruction

in the wrong hands.

Whoever Verdugo sold that bomb to,

we need to find him fast.

Excuse me.

I need to call my bosses,

alert the federal agencies. Mm-hmm.

[exhales heavily]

She's got a long night ahead of her.

I imagine you probably got to get going, too,

Officer Bautista.

No, actually. They took me off the clock.

Budget cuts.

Stopped giving us overtime.

I was wondering, if you didn't have any plans...

I'd love to.

You saved my life.

I owe you an apology.

A few of them, actually.

I haven't been very nice to you

the last couple days.

[sighs]

Pia.

Being a SWAT team leader these last couple years

has taught me a lot about responsibility.

And now I'm a parent.

I never should've made a promise

that I wasn't 100% sure I could keep.

And I have been so sorry because I know how much I let you down.

I think it helped me, actually.

Trying to convince myself there was someone else to blame

for what happened to my mom.

When in reality,

she died because of me.

What are you talking about?

Ten years ago,

when you dropped us off at the safe house,

you told us that we could only bring a few changes of clothes.

No electronics, no phones.

But I lied to you that day.

I snuck my cell phone into my bag

when you weren't looking.

That's probably how Verdugo found me and my mom.

Pia, don't do that.

Don't blame yourself.

You were just a child.

Do you have any idea why your mother turned on Verdugo?

When she discovered the depth

of Verdugo's criminal activity, she came to us.

She didn't want anyone to get hurt.

Your mom was determined to take Verdugo down.

Just like you were.

Really?

God's honest truth.

All she wanted was to keep you away from him.

Now I finally am.

You're free.

[knocking]

Wow. Uh...

You look amazing.

Not so bad yourself, Officer.

Nice digs. Thanks.

Our reservation was pushed back an hour,

so we have some time to kill.

[chuckles] Doughnuts.

You're really all about the baked goods, huh?

Not that I'm complaining. [phone buzzing]

Ah, it's my abuelita.

Do you mind?

Sure, go ahead.

Aló. ¿Sí, abuela?

[phone buzzing]

What are you doing?

You took the bomb.

Hey. You interested in a nightcap?

HONDO: I don't think so, Commander.

I'm hitting the rack.

Give Powell a ring, maybe she's up for it.

Yeah, I doubt I'm her favorite person right now.

Plus, I heard her making plans with Gabriel tonight.

[both grunting]

[groans]

[both grunting]

HICKS: Powell's in 407, right?

HONDO: Yeah, I think so. Why? Oh, let me guess.

You didn't get a chance to apologize to her yet,

and you feel like you should.

Ah, you think you're so smart.

[laughs] Hey, I'm sure Powell would appreciate it.

She's probably still around.

[choking]

[coughing]

I think she's got the TV on or something.

Ah, we can talk on the plane.

All right. Good night, Commander.

Yeah. Get some rest.

Ah...

[grunting softly]

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