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Previously on SWAT...

Gaz Verdugo. Mexican officials just agreed

to extradite him back to L.A.

to get him tried for her murder.

Hicks is flying a couple of us out to Mexico City

to escort him back to the States.

HICKS: You must be Officer Bautista.

Call me Gabriel.

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

Any idea what Verdugo was doing in Mexico City

in the first place?

Verdugo had a high-stakes deal lined up.

Thieves got away with a thermobaric vacuum bomb

worth two million.

Verdugo's deal is going down.

Let her go!

(alarm blaring)

The thermobaric vacuum bomb-- it's gone.

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

You look amazing.

(phone buzzing)

GABRIEL: What are you doing?

You took the bomb.

(groans)

(choking)

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

Where's Powell?

Taxi's gonna be here any minute.

I don't know.

I'll call her.

I got a meeting with the brass as soon as we get back.

They want me to explain

how Verdugo escaped custody and is now dead,

rather than on his way to lockup in the U.S.

Sir, they should be thanking us

for saving them a bunch of tax dollars.

She's not answering. Let me text her.

That's cute, that even after 25-plus years on the job,

you'd still expect the brass

to thank us for anything. If it makes you feel any better,

I got a teething baby waiting on me back home.

Nichelle's been counting down the seconds

until she can finally pass the baton.

Slather Vivienne's pacifier in teething gel.

Worked like a charm with JP. He got addicted to the stuff.

(chuckles) Oh. You know what? On second thought,

stick to a teething ring.

(chuckles) Copy that, sir.

I got nothing from Powell.

I'll give her another minute,

and then I'll go knock on her door.

All right. (sighs)

♪ ♪

Hey, sorry.

Luca blending his morning smoothie

has become my alarm clock.

With him away, I overslept.

Have you, uh, talked to him or Street lately?

Uh, yeah.

Long Beach SWAT have given Street the nickname "Hollywood."

(chuckles) But he says he's whipping them into shape.

And Luca is loving London.

Sounds like he's enjoying the nightlife more

than the counterterrorism training.

Wish he'd stay there a few more weeks,

to be honest. Why?

Things not working out with you guys as roommates?

No, no, it's good. But, uh...

every morning is boot camp.

Even if we've gone out the night before,

Luca drags me out of bed at 6:00,

forces me on a five-mile uphill run.

What're you complaining about?

I do five, ten miles most mornings.

That's before we hit the gym

for an hour, and then he makes us finish off

with a 20-minute cold plunge.

You know what a 20-minute ice bath does to a man?

And-and that's still my favorite part. Yeah, well...

When you get to be mine or Luca's, even Hondo's age,

you got to push yourself to the limit every day

just to maintain peak condition.

ROCKER: Peak condition?

I heard they're installing a stairlift on Black Betty

to help all the old-timers on 20-Squad get up inside.

We're not that much difference in age, you and me, Rocker.

Tan, just remember,

there's a spot on my team when you get tired

keeping company with senior citizens.

I'm good, thanks.

I'd rather stay on 20-Squad and keep kicking

your team's ass in every competition.

You wish.

Wait a second... Didn't we beat you

in that charity race last month?

Guess you wiped that humiliation

from your memory.

Nah, that's fine.

We'll get another chance to do it again soon.

Why wait?

Works for me.

Let's do it. TAN: Come on in, Princess.

(exhales)

Uh-oh.

(chuckles)

DEACON: All right.

One round. First one to the mat.

You got it.

(grunts) TAN: Ooh.

Ooh.

Yup.

(chuckles)

Feels unfair.

Like I'm beating up on my sister.

TAN: Ooh!

Did that hurt? What, you hit me?

I didn't feel it.

TAN: Oh, come on, Deac. Come on, Deac.

Come on, Deac. TAN: Put him on the mat.

Let's go. Want some of this?

(grunting) TAN: Come on, Deac.

Hey! Whoa! Come on. That's illegal.

This is boxing, not MMA.

Hey, that's it, that's it.

You elbowed him in the face, man.

That's against the rules.

It wasn't on purpose.

He walked into my elbow.

That's BS and you know it.

ROCKER: Don't be sore losers.

Guess you forfeit. I'm calling it.

Hey, wait a second...

Better luck next time, Deac.

I didn't need you to stop the fight.

He was playing dirty, man. He cheated.

You know, criminals don't exactly abide by the rules.

I've gone head-to-head with plenty of them

in my time, haven't I?

I could've kept going.

Pay up, Tan.

♪ ♪

(knocking on door)

Hey, Powell, you in there?

Powell?

(line ringing)

(phone ringing inside)

Miss. Miss...

Policía. Could you open that door for me, please?

Open?

Gracias.

Hey, Powell, you here?

Powell.

(line ringing)

(phone ringing nearby)

What's taking so long?

We don't leave now, we're gonna miss the flight.

Where is she?

I don't know. None of her stuff's here,

but I just found her phone on the floor by the curtain.

Could she have spent the night with Gabriel?

I think they went on a date last night.

I guess. It's just weird she wouldn't tell us.

Yeah. (sighs)

♪ ♪

I've got the same setup in my room.

Except there's two vases.

HICKS: Yeah, there should be another one on this side.

HONDO: Yeah.

There was. It got smashed.

Looks like somebody tried to clean up in a hurry,

but missed a piece.

That looks like a scuff mark from a shoe.

HICKS: Huh.

Blood. What's that?

There's blood right here.

This is starting to look like a crime scene

and somebody tried to clean it up.

Which means Powell's either in trouble or she's...

Don't say it.

We're gonna find her. Let's go.

♪ ♪

Receptionist says Powell hasn't checked out.

Did you call Captain Olvera?

Yeah, she's on her way. All right.

And I had someone open the safe in Powell's room.

Found her passport.

There's no way she would have left her phone and her passport.

Someone sure wanted to make it look

like she'd checked out, though. Well, I'll bet my 401(k)

that someone is Gabriel.

Sir, we don't know he had anything to do with this.

(scoffs) Okay. Hey.

Still no sign of Officer Powell? No.

You need to get your forensics team here,

go over the room for prints.

We need to treat it like a crime scene.

A crime scene? Yeah.

How are you so sure something happened to her?

We found signs of a struggle,

a broken vase and what looks like blood.

Maybe she had an accident. Did you check the hospitals?

She went on a date last night with Gabriel.

Where is he?

He's right behind me.

He's just parking the car. Where's Powell?

Excuse me? Powell. Zoe.

The woman you've been flirting with nonstop

ever since you laid eyes on her.

How should I know where she is?

Well, you were out with her last night, weren't you?

Now she's missing. I wasn't with her.

She changed her mind.

Said she had an early flight and wanted to get to bed.

Are you sure she hasn't already

left for the airport? (scoffs) Yeah, we're sure.

So, where'd you go after Powell supposedly ditched you?

I went home... HICKS: Mm-hmm.

...ate leftovers, then went to bed. Why?

Can anyone confirm that? Okay, enough.

I don't appreciate you accusing one of my officers.

Especially when we don't even know

a crime was committed.

All due respect, Captain,

you don't seem to be taking this seriously.

I assure you I am, Commander.

I will put out a missing person's alert,

make sure my officers keep an eye out for her.

But right now,

I am more concerned about a missing bomb.

We still have no trace of it,

and we don't know who Verdugo sold it to.

GABRIEL: A bomb that big could kill thousands.

As much as I share your concern for Powell,

finding that bomb has to be our priority. We have to go.

I will let you know

if I hear anything. All right.

HICKS: Thank you.

I'm telling you, he has something to do

with Powell's disappearance.

I swear to God,

if he's done anything to her...

Hey, how you doing? DEACON: Oh, I'm good.

And, listen, I'm sorry about earlier.

Ah, forget it.

And forget Rocker, too. If you have to cheat to win...

No, uh, it wasn't even about that.

It was, um...

It was the look on your face

when you jumped into the ring.

What look?

Pity.

No, it's-it's stupid, but hear me out.

The other day, I'm playing basketball with Matthew

and I tweaked my back.

You know, it's an old injury,

but if I'm not warmed up, sometimes it just seizes up.

I feel you.

My shoulder's still causing me grief.

Yeah, well, I went down and...

the look on Matthew's face...

He was just staring at me

like someone had just ripped the bandages off his eyes.

This look of pity.

I don't know.

None of my kids have ever looked at me like that.

Like I'm...

Human?

Yeah.

I don't know. It was inevitable, I guess.

Well, it's a good thing you got

three other kids who still think you're Superman.

And, hey, I wasn't looking at you like that, by the way.

I know you're not Superman.

(chuckles)

Nah, it was just nice being a hero in Matthew's eyes.

Wish I could've stayed on that pedestal a little longer.

(phone buzzing)

Hey, Hondo, I'm here with Deac.

How's Mexico City?

She's what?

It's Powell. She's missing.

We need you to look into a suspect

we think might be involved.

Name's Gabriel Bautista.

TAN: But can't the Mexican police help?

Bautista is Mexican police.

But he did a police exchange

in Sacramento a couple years back.

There's paperwork. See if you can find it.

All right, you got it.

We need to know any places he might've taken her.

I also heard him say he lives with his grandmother,

somewhere in the city.

And he mentioned a family bakery.

Okay, we'll see what we can dig up.

All right, call us back as soon as you got something.

All right, let's go rent a car.

(indistinct chatter)

I should've knocked on Powell's door last night.

(phone chimes) I keep thinking if I had,

maybe I could've stopped something from happening.

You don't know that.

Sir, it's Tan.

He got us an address on Gabriel.

♪ ♪

Well, according to Tan, this is the address

Gabriel put on his police exchange paperwork.

All we're here to do is find out

if he spent the evening at home, like he said he did.

As soon as we confirm he's lying, we call Olvera,

get her to do her job and haul Gabriel in

for a real interrogation.

HONDO: Excuse me, ma'am?

We're friends of your grandson Gabriel.

Do you speak English?

Gabriel is not here.

You're the American police that he spoke about. HICKS: Yeah.

Come inside. I make coffee.

(door opens)

Must be nice having Gabriel live with you.

Did you hear him come home last night?

I am deaf in this ear

and I sleep like a... How you say?

A dead person. (both chuckle)

Gabriel comes and goes.

I don't always hear.

Ah. But I always see

the mess afterward, though.

It's pretty tidy in here.

'Cause I clean up.

Why you ask about Gabriel?

Is he in trouble?

No, nothing like that.

(stove clicking)

Gabriel keeps saying he will buy me a new stove. (vehicle approaching)

But God knows when, huh?

Do you know how much a policeman earns?

Well, you are policemen in America.

Here, you earn more money selling eggs.

Psst.

I thought he was busy looking for a bomb.

What's he doing?

I don't know.

Move.

HONDO: Gabriel.

You take the stairs.

(engine starts)

(tires screeching) (woman screams)

(grunting)

(grunts) HICKS: Oh, man.

You hurt? You okay? I won't be okay

until we find out what that son of a bitch did with Powell.

(panting)

Let's go.

(phone buzzing)

Hondo. You find Powell?

No. And we need whatever you got.

TAN: You sure we're on the right track with this guy Gabriel?

Well, we saw him with a shovel. What does that spell to you?

And he knows we're onto him, Tan, so we gotta find him fast.

Any luck getting a lock on that family bakery?

TAN: Not so far.

Try searching for Panaderia Casa Bautista.

I saw it on an apron in his grandmother's.

Okay. Hang on.

Hey. That Hondo? Yeah.

Hondo, I got an update on Gabriel Bautista.

I tracked down his training officer in Sacramento

where he did his police exchange.

Now, it turns out Gabriel was suspected

of stealing items of value from crime scenes.

One time it was cocaine, another time jewelry.

Now, they couldn't pin either theft on him,

but they're sure he did it.

Wait, hold up, something went missing

from the crime scene yesterday, a bomb.

You think Gabriel stole a bomb?

HICKS: It's a leap, but Gabriel found the suspect's van.

And he had plenty of time to remove the bomb

before anyone else got there.

Yeah, but why steal a bomb, though?

A-And what does Powell have to do with that?

I don't know, man, maybe it was a crime of opportunity.

He stumbles on a bomb with no one around,

he knows there are plenty of buyers

wanting to get their hands on it.

It's an easy way to supplement his meager salary.

Yeah, and if Powell somehow found out...

HONDO: She would've confronted him.

And he needed to silence her.

♪ ♪

(grunts softly)

You don't need to do this.

We can still take down the buyer together.

We could tell everyone this was part of our plan.

We were running a sting operation.

You'd be a hero.

Nice idea.

But I'd rather have a million dollars in cash.

Do you even know who you're selling it to?!

It's a thermobaric bomb.

You know how those things work?

They vaporize anyone and anything within 500 yards.

Are they terrorists? I'm guessing they are.

Do you even know what they're planning to do with it?

You know, the problem with women

is they talk too much.

But we can fix that.

Come on.

(grunting)

GABRIEL: Come on, Zoe.

Where are you going to go, huh?

(horn honking)

(car doors closing)

(exhales)

(speaking Spanish)

(door opens)

What are you doing?

We've already been this way. Turn around.

Okay, sir, look, I know this is hard.

And I know you're blaming yourself,

thinking if you'd only knocked on Powell's door...

HICKS: I chickened out.

I was there, I was outside her room.

I was about to knock when I heard a noise and...

I don't know, I just...

...couldn't bring myself to apologize.

I was embarrassed to.

So I walked away. I thought it was the TV.

But what if it was her and Gabriel fighting?

Even if it was them fighting,

it's not doing you any good blaming yourself.

Or getting angry at me.

Look, we got to work together,

you and me, as a team.

Powell needs us to.

Yeah, all right, I hear you.

(phone buzzing)

Yeah, Deac, tell me you got something.

I think we found the bakery.

Or what's left of it, at least.

What are you talking about?

DEACON: Well, we found records indicating

that Panaderia Casa Bautista was destroyed

by the earthquake that hit Mexico City 40 years ago.

Now, if Gabriel's looking to stash something or someone...

That'd be the perfect place.

How do we get there?

I'm sending the address now.

(gasps softly)

(lock rattles softly)

(SUV engine starts)

(engine revving)

(van engine starts)

Can't this thing go any faster?

That's Gabriel.

♪ ♪

He's dead.

Maybe Powell shot him while escaping.

No, she'd have taken his phone and called us if she had.

Two phones? What's that about?

This one looks like it's Verdugo's.

Gabriel checked Verdugo's body after you shot him.

He said he didn't have a phone.

He must've stolen it then.

That's how he got ahold of the buyer.

So he arranged to meet them here to sell them the bomb.

Well, I guess they didn't feel like paying.

That still doesn't explain where Powell is.

Sir, you see that?

That's Powell's badge.

Commander, that truck we just passed on the way here

was coming from this direction. It had a missing taillight.

That must have been the buyers.

That's Powell's handwriting.

She's alive.

Who the hell is Isabella Pearl?

We'll get the guys in L.A. on it.

We got to get after that truck.

Did you see which direction it was headed? Yeah, left towards the highway.

I'll call Olvera on the way.

Hondo wants whatever we can find

on someone named Isabella Pearl.

Why do I know that name?

Uh, she's the ex-wife of Adam Pearl, the billionaire.

He just launched that, uh, electric car company, Trivera.

Okay, why is she connected to a missing thermobaric bomb?

No idea. Well, I guess we better find her,

so we can ask.

Back when she and Adam were still together,

they set up a charitable foundation,

focused on environmental issues.

Looks like Isabella still runs it.

My friend Tessa, from college, works there.

You think Tessa can help us?

One way to find out.

♪ ♪

(men speaking Spanish)

(phone clicks)

(gunshots) (body thuds)

Come on. Come on, come on.

Come on.

Come on, come on. (inhales)

Come on, come on.

(men speaking Spanish)

(buzzing) Captain Olvera's calling me back.

What's up?

Gabriel's dead. Officers were called

to an abandoned bakery.

A neighbor heard gunshots.

He went in to investigate, he saw two men

matching your description driving away

from the scene. Well, it wasn't us who killed Gabriel.

You expect me to believe that

after you accused him this morning?

After you fled a crime scene?

What are you doing there anyway?

We're looking for Powell.

Look, she found out it was Gabriel

who was selling Verdugo's missing bomb.

You need to put an alert out

for a white box truck with a busted taillight.

They're the ones who killed Gabriel.

And we're pretty sure they now have the bomb.

You don't understand. My boss

is threatening to have you both arrested

if you're not back here in 30 minutes.

We're in pursuit. We can't just turn around.

30 minutes.

(phone chimes)

Hey, hold up.

Sir, here, take my phone.

I just got a text. I don't recognize the number.

That's got to be from Powell.

She must've taken a picture of the buyers.

Ah, smart kiddo.

She's sending us another clue.

Vinoteca Santiero. It's a wine shop.

I'm gonna text this to Olvera.

I'm gonna send Deacon this photo.

He can run it through our facial recognition.

It's the best in the world.

Hopefully, we can get an ID on these guys. Yeah.

Hi. We're looking for Isabella Pearl.

Her office told us that she's here.

She's just finishing up a class.

But let me go check.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

Here she is.

Mrs. Pearl?

Yes. Is there a problem?

We're LAPD.

And we're hoping you can answer a few questions for us.

Do you have any idea why your name would come up

in the case of a missing bomb?

I'm-I'm sorry, what? Currently, we have

three LAPD officers in Mexico City

hunting for a thermobaric bomb.

M-Mexico City?

Yeah, that mean something to you?

Um, uh, my ex-husband and I

used to spend a lot of time in Mexico.

Even honeymooned there.

Turns out Adam had

business close by and wanted to kill

two birds with one stone.

I'm sorry, I'm not following.

Adam tried to sweeten me up

by buying a house there and naming it after me.

I thought it was so romantic.

I hadn't yet realized he was

a philandering narcissist. TAN: Hold up.

You're saying Isabella's the name of a house?

Casa Isabella Pearl.

I let Adam keep it in the divorce.

I got the Bel-Air house.

We're gonna need that address.

Casa Isabella Pearl's about a 12-minute drive.

(phone buzzing) Olvera, you there?

Did you find Powell? No.

But I found two more dead bodies.

This is Commander Faria.

We asked you nicely to come in.

It was a courtesy because you are police.

But this is Mexico.

And you have no jurisdiction here.

Sir, we understand that, but listen to me--

No, you listen to me. I'm in charge.

And I'm issuing arrest warrants for you both.

♪ ♪

All right, we're almost there.

Sir, you know we got an arrest warrant out for us.

HICKS: There's no way we're turning ourselves in.

These people killed three innocents.

If we're gonna save Powell, we can't sit back

and let others take over.

Step on it.

♪ ♪

(speaking Spanish)

(woman speaking Spanish)

HICKS: That level of security at the gate

must mean Adam Pearl's at home.

We need to get in there and find out what the hell's going on.

Well, we're already wanted men.

A little trespassing could hardly make matters worse.

(grunting)

(grunting)

Broken taillight. That's our truck.

HICKS: Bomb's got to be in there.

Hopefully Powell, too.

Now.

It's empty.

Commander?

He's still alive.

Must've been Powell who did this.

You don't think she's trying to stop this thing on her own?

We need backup.

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

Policía, policía.

(shushes) It's okay, it's okay.

HICKS: That's Adam Pearl.

Who are the VIPs?

I don't know. Maybe Deacon can ID them for us.

These guys got Colombian armbands.

Tan said Pearl was trying to build a battery factory

in Colombia for his electric car empire.

Why would you need a bomb for that?

(voices speaking nearby)

(beeps)

POWELL: Hands up.

Step away from the bomb.

I can blow this thing right now.

You won't.

Are you sure?

(gun clatters on floor)

(phone buzzing)

It's Deacon.

Yeah, Deac, talk to me.

So, I ran an image search of the photo you just sent me.

The guy in the suit is Carlos Rubio.

He's the Colombian president.

The other guy is Alvaro Mendez.

He's the leader of a FARC dissident group.

I thought those two were at war with each other.

Why are they meeting?

From what I've managed to dig up,

the rebel dissidents have prevented Pearl

from breaking ground on his new factory in Colombia.

If he's not up and running in six months,

he's looking at a shareholder revolt, bankruptcy.

Pearl must be trying to broker a peace deal.

Well, how does a bomb fit into that?

Hondo, I'm with Tan. Homeland have flagged

all three of the men in the photo that Powell texted you.

They're FARC dissidents,

extremists wanted on terrorism charges.

Well, their leader's here,

meeting with the Colombian president.

They don't want Mendez making peace.

This isn't an arms deal.

No, they're gonna blow this place up.

Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa. Hey, hey, whoa, whoa. LAPD.

There is a bomb. You understand?

There is a bomb. You got to evacuate everyone right now.

Did you hear the man? We're police.

Policía.

Put the guns down.

Okay, okay, but you listen to what I'm saying.

There is a bomb here.

Olvera, over here.

(sighs)

(sighs)

(device beeping)

Olvera, the bomb is here and it's about to go off.

You got to get everybody out.

First, you accuse Bautista of harming your colleague,

then stealing a bomb and now...

There's a meeting between the Colombian government

and a rebel paramilitary group

happening right now, in this house.

Terrorists want to disrupt it.

Look, worst-case scenario,

you get to arrest us in five minutes,

with egg on our faces.

Let them go.

Do you want to risk everyone's life?

OLVERA: Where are you going?

We got to find Powell. OLVERA: I'll help.

Olvera, go left.

Stop! LAPD!

You good?

I am now.

OLVERA: Hondo, in here. I found her.

Powell.

HICKS: Powell, you okay?

Yeah. But the bomb, it's in that.

HONDO: Let me help you.

Slowly.

HICKS: Oh, God.

All right.

Every one of you, get lost.

That's an order.

That ain't happening, Commander.

Not enough time to get clear anyway.

Give me your knife, Hondo.

(exhales)

Wait!

I saw them set it.

They said something about two detonators

and-and something I didn't understand.

It sounded like, uh, d-- "s-señuela"?

Señuelo. It's, um, it's "lure," a "decoy."

This has to be a decoy.

Okay, Commander, she's right. It's tamper-proofed.

You cut that wire, it'll trigger the real detonator.

We got to find that.

Let's turn this thing over.

Up.

Now look at that wire. It's going directly into the bomb.

This is the one we want to cut.

All right. Let's just relax.

I hope these aren't my last words.

(beeping)

(beeping stops)

(exhales)

Thank God.

HONDO: Did you figure out what Adam Pearl's part is in all of this?

Well, he wasn't aiming to win the Nobel Peace Prize.

Deac was right.

It was about him getting his factory built in Colombia.

A billionaire serving his own self-interest,

that's a surprise.

You know, you can practice on me if you like.

Practice what?

Your apology. (chuckles) (chuckles)

Wiseass.

I know how to apologize.

(exhales)

Go ahead.

Say it.

"I told you so."

That's not what I was gonna say.

You were right about Gabriel, though.

I got a daughter who's always liked bad boys,

so my jerk radar, it's...

it's finely tuned.

What I wanted to say is that I'm sorry.

What you do in your personal life's none of my business.

I was just, uh, I was being protective.

Did you forget "sexist"?

(laughs softly) Okay.

So, as my jerk radar

is clearly faulty,

how about, the next time I get asked out on a date,

I bring them by HQ so you can vet them first?

(chuckles) That's a deal.

My girlfriend Maggie's got a son, he's about your age.

He's an engineer at SpaceX.

You should introduce us.

You never know, you could end up being my father-in-law.

Ah, let's... let's not get ahead of ourselves, okay?

(Olvera speaking Spanish)

I just wanted to say thank you.

I wasn't sure, when I sent that text, if you'd show.

Did you get in trouble

for disobeying your boss's order to arrest us?

(chuckles) No.

He's happy to take the glory.

Doesn't seem very fair to you.

I don't do the job for that.

I don't think you do, either.

Take care of yourself.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Well, if we leave right now,

we can catch that last flight back to L.A.

Vamanos.

So soon? I was thinking I could stick around,

see what more trouble I could get into.

(laughs softly): Okay.

Oh, boy.

Hey. Spoke to Hondo.

They're heading home.

Yo. Celebratory beers tomorrow.

What's that? (scoffs)

It's a flyer for senior mobility aids.

No guessing who put that there.

You know, the irony is,

I'm in better shape than I ever have been.

Uh, yeah, you're jacked.

I'm waiting for Luca to come back

and restart boot camp just so I can keep up. (laughs)

(sighs)

Hey, I was, uh, I was thinking about you and Matthew.

It made me think of my dad.

When he'd have one of his schizophrenic episodes,

he would get delusional, have these crazy hallucinations.

And then, when he got back on his meds,

he'd go all quiet and distant on us.

That must have been rough.

I always felt like he wasn't interested in me.

But I think, really, he was just

feeling ashamed,

because he thought that we saw him as weak.

And that wasn't it at all, we just cared

so much about him.

What I'm saying is,

I don't think it was pity that you saw on Matthew's face.

It was more likely worry.

Thanks. (door opens)

Ow. Sheesh.

ROCKER: Aw, you hurting, Deac?

Sorry about that.

Hulk not know his own strength.

DEACON: No, no, no.

(exhales) No, I'm good.

Hearing rumors, though.

People are saying that you're too chicken

to go another round with me.

Ooh.

What?

No.

Who said that? Was it Stevens?

I'm ready.

Let's go now.

ROCKER: Need some ice for that shoulder?

No, I'm good.

Let's go.

(officers shouting encouragement)

(grunting)

(officers exclaiming)

(panting)

Hell yeah.

I'm calling it. I win.

Oh, and, um, the shoulder injury? I faked it.

Lured you in like a fish on a line.

(grunts) Hey, you better dust off that cape.

I filmed the whole fight, just texted it to Matthew.

You're gonna be back to superhero status

soon as he watches it.

For a little while, at least.

Stevens?

Thank you.

Guess I'm buying the beers.

You really put a lot on the line.

I knew you'd be good for it.

(chuckles)

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