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Previously on SWAT...Maggie, I'd do anything for you.

You were so good to me when Martin was killed.

Maggie? Is that Judge Walker's widow?

I've heard you say more than once

that you guys have a connection.

I'd like to take you to dinner.

As more than friends.

- Vasquez? - Yeah.

Long time no see, Hondo.

Our line of work is still a boys' club,

which makes my job a little bit harder.

HONDO: If you ever want to come back

and ride with us, door's open.

Thanks, Hondo.

♪

[laughter]

Wow. I really like your place.

Thanks. I, uh, decorated myself.

Uh, can I make us some cocktails?

I already had one at the bar, but help yourself.

Mi casa is su casa.

What would you like?

Surprise me.

I bet you're full of surprises.

God, I think green is officially my favorite color.

I mean, that dress.

Mmm... Ooh, you move fast.

Be a good boy.

[chuckles]

[laughter]

Let me take off my shoes first.

Well, don't stop there.

[grunts]

Mm.

Oh, everything's spinning.

He's out cold.

CATALINA: Took you long enough.

- Where's my bag? - Here.

These watches are all fakes.

Ugh, this guy has nothing of value.

Hey.

We got his laptop and some other things,

but this guy doesn't have much else.

You're right. Just grab whatever you can.

[gasps] What's going on?

[grunts]

Why, Cata?

Because the dose you gave him wasn't high enough.

You didn't have to shoot him.

Oh, and what would you have done--

Enough! We have to hurry now!

Come on!

[knocking at door]

JAMES: Paul, it's James from next door.

You in there?

I heard a bang.

Quiet. Don't answer.

He'll leave.

I can hear someone in there.

Open up or I'm calling the police.

Who the hell are you guys?

Whoa, I-I already called 911.

That's a shame.

[grunts]

DISPATCHER: 911, what's your emergency?

[knocking]

Hey.

I saw your light on.

I'm saying late because

I have to catch up on paperwork.

What's your excuse?

Nothing.

I'm good.

We're not gonna do this again, are we?

It's Maggie.

I thought things - were going well. - Well, so did I.

We've been friends for decades and...

in a relationship for months now, but, um...

...she's been pulling away the last couple of weeks.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Do you have any idea why?

- I don't know what started it. - Hmm.

I thought maybe the fix

would be a weekend away, but, uh...

she passed on that invitation, and we were supposed to

have dinner tonight, to talk about it,

and she canceled that, too.

Maybe she's just getting cold feet.

So, I'm trying to give her her space

and, you know, back off.

As hard as that is...

...my gut's telling me that's the right approach here.

With the history you two have,

you deserve an explanation.

Well, she's not answering my calls.

She's not responding to my texts,

so I guess I ain't getting one.

Tell you what-- why don't you text her,

tell her you're going to stop by tomorrow night,

that you need to talk.

Mm.

She owes you that much,

don't you think?

HETTINGER: Okay. This is a federal case now.

I'm running point. You are all in my crime scene.

Special Agent Chad Hettinger, FBI.

Yeah, well, when P.D. responded and we saw the suspects' M.O.,

I was the one who called your boss.

Special Agent Jackie Vasquez. Thank you

for your help, Detective.

Also, we appreciate you getting the two victims to the hospital.

Yeah, too bad it couldn't happen soon enough.

Both men were DOA.

- All right, let's wrap it up. - Yes, sir. You got it.

This is definitely the same crew.

Yeah. And that makes it

the fourth West Coast city that these women have hit.

We know how this is gonna play out.

The crew's gonna hit one or two more targets here

before they skip town.

But, see, they wouldn't even be here

if San Francisco had gone better. Am I right?

We cannot let this crew get away with this again.

Because if they do, it's not gonna be on you--

it'll be on me.

And I'm not having that.

Okay, this isn't about fault or credit.

It's about catching this crew before they kill again.

I have a friend here in L.A. who's tied in.

He knows the local element. Might be able to help us.

Let me reach out, see what I can find.

Sure. Whatever.

I got to update the ADIC.

[exhales]

Hey, Beth. We're back.

Hey.

How'd it go?

All good with Vivie?

Yeah. She was out 30 minutes after you guys left.

It was the easiest couple of hours.

Well, you got it lucky.

[chuckling] Seriously, thanks for doing this.

- We really appreciate it, Beth. - No worries.

Let me know the next time - you need a date night. - I will.

- Good night. - Bye.

[door closes]

Huh. So that's where your mind's been.

Yeah, sorry, Nich.

Look, I-I just got to get back to this.

Back? You've been thinking about those résumés

the whole time we were at the restaurant.

Nichelle, I got to find replacements for Street,

Luca and now Deacon.

And it's been really hard so far.

What if I can't find the right teammates?

You will. You just have to be patient.

[phone buzzing] You can't force something like that.

I know work is important.

Just don't forget you have a wife and a daughter, too.

[buzzing continues]

Vasquez. Been a minute.

Everything good with you?

Hey, Hondo. Yeah.

Sorry, I know it's late.

I'm glad you picked up.

Nah, don't worry about it.

Nichelle and I just got back from dinner.

- What's going on? - I'll get right to it.

I've been tracking an elusive crew.

You ever heard of the Honeytrappers?

Yeah, yeah. I heard mention on one of the agency wires.

Female robbery group.

Hitting rich VIPs across the country.

Yeah. My partner and I have been chasing them

since they got to the West Coast.

And now the crew's in L.A.

Just added to their body count here in Downtown.

How bad are we talking?

Two dead

in a robbery-homicide.

Both victims were unarmed

and shot point-blank.

That means this crew's racked up a grand total

of five dead, eight wounded.

They usually hit at least four targets per city.

They're in and out in 48 hours.

So now the clock's ticking here in L.A.

Exactly.

FBI's running point, but...

I got to admit, I could really use SWAT's help on this.

I'd owe you one. Big-time.

What do you say?

Let's go get 'em.

♪

Deacon, hey. Thanks for saddling up with the FBI on this.

Course. Got the file you sent us.

It lists Agent Hettinger as lead.

I thought you were the field office's point person.

Long story.

Real talk, I'm out on a ledge here with the Bureau.

I need to catch a break,

and that's why I called in reinforcements.

All good on our end.

Read us in.

Honeytrappers are four women.

They are good. They don't leave a trace.

No fingerprints, nothing.

And this is all you got so far-- security video

and a list of phony aliases?

I told you, they're good.

This one is the lure.

Usually connects over social media or dating sites.

Gets herself into the target's place,

where she drugs them before the other women come in.

And then they rob the guy while he's unconscious.

Usually to the tune

of six figures in watches,

jewelry and cash.

They've been all over.

Targeting pro athletes, hedge fund guys, tech giants.

I joined in when they hit the West Coast in Seattle.

And the body count?

They have no problem killing,

usually to cover their tracks.

Last night, it was their mark and a neighbor,

after the mark apparently woke up.

What about the stolen goods?

It's got to be going somewhere.

Pawn shops? - Black market? - No.

The Bureau's been monitoring every pawn shop and fence

in the cities these women have hit.

They've come up with nothing.

We also believe the targets' cell phones

and tablets were hacked

and their data was sold on the dark web,

because their identities and banking info were compromised.

Makes me think there must be another player.

Someone connected, with tech savvy

who the women are funneling the stolen goods to.

That's exactly my theory.

There's someone else in addition to the four women.

But my partner refuses to buy in on the idea.

Last night's victim,

Paul Lysher.

He doesn't exactly fit the profile of this crew's

typical high-roller target.

I mean, I can't imagine the women made off

with their usual six-figure haul.

Well, maybe he was put together well enough to...

be mistaken for rich.

I'm working to get access to Lysher's phone records,

credit cards, social accounts,

to see how and where he met his date.

All right, when that info comes in,

I'll dive into Paul Lysher, see what he's all about.

Maybe he's a random outlier.

Yeah, anything to help I.D. our honey trap.

We got to find them before they strike next.

He's expecting that.[knocking]

Okay? Yeah.

Maggie.

- This is a surprise. Go ahead. - MAGGIE: Hi, Bob.

I know I'm overstepping by coming here to your work.

No. Don't be ridiculous.

I'm-I'm... I'm glad you did.

I got your message.

I'm sorry for ghosting you.

You absolutely deserve to know why I've been

so distant over the past few weeks.

Give it to me straight.

Is everything okay?

I just, I've been dealing with a health issue.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.

What's wrong?

I've been diagnosed with ALS.

Oh, my God.

I got the diagnosis two weeks ago.

And I got a second opinion last week that confirmed it.

[stammers] Please, sit down.

We're gonna, we're gonna talk this through.

[sighs] Okay, now... [stammers]

Did the doctors discuss what we can do?

No, they did a battery of tests.

- The timeline's uncertain. - Mm-hmm.

And there's no getting better.

It might be a...

a matter of months before things get bad

to the point where I'll need help.

- Okay, well, we got that. - No.

Uh, no.

So I've decided to move in with my sister

- in Phoenix. - No, no, no, no. That's silly.

- No. - You don't need to do that.

I'm here for you.

I know what you went through with Barb.

[protesting] No, how bad things got at the end.

Maggie... I-I don't want that for you.

We need to break

things off between us.

- Maggie, no, no. - That's what I came here to say, yes.

- That's-- No, come on. - Please listen to me.

I need you to accept this.

Please tell me that you can do that for me?

[sighs]

Okay, I will.

Hey, Vasquez?

You said you're on the ledge with the Bureau.

What's really going on?

You know the bumpy history with my bosses.

Mm-hmm.

I lobbied for this case as a way

of getting back in their good graces.

As for Hettinger, he's been trying

to angle his way up the ladder for a while now.

Things came to a head recently in San Francisco,

where an operation I ran went sideways.

- How so? - I thought

I had an angle on the Honeytrappers' hideout.

It was a day after they killed a couple during an escape.

I convinced the regional director

to deploy the full fleet.

FBI raided the house, but there was only

an innocent family renting the place, including

two kids, and the aftermath

was all over the nightly news.

Job's all about making hard choices.

And that was a tough call based on the limited intel

- that you had. - Even so, we failed.

So Hettinger milked it,

and got promoted over me to case lead.

My bosses would've taken me off

completely, but I convinced them

to give me one last shot.

You did nothing wrong, Vasquez.

[scoffs] Too bad they don't see it that way, but...

I'm glad you do.

One reason why I'm thankful to be working with SWAT

on this now. Hey.

You keep your head up.

We're gonna find this crew.

Thanks for rolling with 20-Squad

on your day off, Rocker.

It's great to have another team leader in the lineup.

Happy to answer the call, and I know 20-Squad's bench

is thin these days. Didn't want 'em going into the field

without some real firepower.

What do we got?

DEACON: So we gained access to Paul Lysher's social media account.

That's where things get interesting.

His most recent message exchange

is with a woman whose moniker was "TatianaTheMinx."

That's the same woman that Agent Vasquez I.D.'d

- as the group's lure. - Yeah, she slid into his DMs.

Came on pretty strong.

She wanted to meet at a bar last night near his apartment.

Far from subtle.

I wonder if this guy was suspicious at all. I mean,

look at her and then look at him.

I hear you, but most guys will ignore any red flags

if they think getting laid's on the table.

Yeah, well, looking at it the other way, why'd she choose him?

Nothing in his profile would suggest he's got deep pockets.

Yeah, and all their other targets are wealthy VIPs.

There's got to be something else here.

We're still trying to get to Lysher's IRS records

to find out what he did for a living, but so far, no dice.

DEACON: Yeah, hold on.

So, our honey trap

deactivated her account right after the robbery,

but our warrant got us access to any other account

that might be associated with her device.

Another one of her profiles shows "active status"

30 minutes ago. She messaged with a guy

named Terrence Ballard. He invited her over

for coffee five minutes ago.

He sent her his address, too.

1025 Sprinter Lane.

- That's Encino. - All right, roll out.

And, remember, these women are deadly.

Did you give him a double dose?

I don't want him waking up like the last one.

What, so you can just shoot him again?

I might shoot somebody.[scoffs]

- I'll take upstairs. - Okay, ladies.

This doesn't have to take long.

This is just all garbage.

[sighs]

It's a lot of junk.

This is ridiculous.

This man doesn't have much, either.

What the hell?

Okay, okay, let's go. Hurry up.

Hey, it's not your prints we're leaving behind.

We'll load up while she finishes in here.

Hey, we'll wait - for you, okay? But hurry. - Okay.

[quietly]: Come on, come on.

[distant siren wailing]

We have to go now.

But what about Bella?

The cops are coming. There's no time.

[engine starts]

[tires squealing]

[siren wailing]

Deacon and Cabrera, with me on the apartment.

Rocker and Vasquez, take the parking garage,

check for points of egress.

HONDO: LAPD! Stop right there!

LAPD! Show yourselves!

Bathroom clear.

She's rabbiting, upstairs.

Terrence Ballard's unconscious on the couch.

Deacon, with me. Cabrera, stay with the victim.

Hey!

[grunting]

[grunts]

50-David to D-Team.

We bagged the rabbit. She's in custody.

HONDO: Any sign of the other suspects?[flex-cuff tightens]

Negative, Hondo.

And there was no sign of any waiting vehicle.

The other women must have fled before we got here

and left this one behind.

[panting]

Vasquez!

You may not remember back to when you were in charge,

but you're supposed to clear field action

with the lead case agent

beforehand. Per protocol.

Sorry, there wasn't enough time.

Let me guess. You must be Agent Hettinger.

Yeah. And you're SWAT.

You said you were calling a friend.

Thought you meant a C.I., not a bunch of tac operators.

Does it really matter?

We're closer to finding this crew,

and we arrested one of the women.

And let the others slip through your fingers.

That is another black mark against you.

I am going to the regional director for authority

over this case. Your help - is no longer needed. - Okay, hold on.

Bigfooting us ain't the right play here, you understand?

We need to work together here.

Yeah, I already see how well that's gone.

I'm gonna take it from here, without SWAT, and without you.

The ADIC says you're to report back

to the field office for reassignment.

Wait. What? Why am I being reassigned?!

Because he wants all the glory for himself.

Screw this guy. Even if he wants to bigfoot us,

he doesn't have the authorization yet.

With two people dead and three suspects still at large,

SWAT's staying on this case. What about you?

If you're not kicking me out of here,

won't be the first time I've gone against my bosses.

Well, I'm sure they won't be happy about it, but let's hope

your insubordination doesn't bite you in the ass.

We get any help from that latest victim?

No. Their mark, Terrence Ballard,

must have been mega-dosed. He's still unconscious.

As for the suspect in custody, Deacon's running her prints,

hoping to get a positive I.D. before we interrogate her.

All right, well, we know this crew's likely

to hit one or two more people

before they're done here, so, tick-tock.

Vasquez, check this out.

Both L.A. targets--

I mean, they must do all right, but not on par

with this crew's previous victims.

According to the IRS,

Paul Lysher worked as a freelance data analyst,

and Terrence Ballard is a logistics contractor.

The women probably only got away

with a few thousand bucks' worth.

Why kill for chump change? Why switch up their M.O. now?

There's got to be a reason.

I got Rocker digging in, trying to find more links

between Lysher and Ballard.

Maybe that'll fill in the holes.

Got some intel on our suspect.

Her prints ran up a flag in Brazil.

Her name is Bella Lisboa.

State intel agency says her father was a drug trafficker.

Her parents died when she was nine.

She ended up on the streets of Rio,

racking up crimes not long after that.

A lot of kids there got into trouble after their parents

were arrested or killed in narco violence.

Maybe that's how she knows or met the other women.

Could be they have similar pasts.

All right, so we check out Bella's known associates

to see if we can I.D. the others,

but for right now,

Vasquez, we're just gonna have to press her

to see if we can find out where they're going next.

All right.

I don't know nothing. I can't help you.

It's time to start helping yourself, Bella.

Rocinha's one of the toughest favelas in Rio,

and it's impressive that you were able

to make it out of there in one piece.

But I doubt that you did it on your own. You needed friends.

Is that whereyou met

the others?

Tell us who they are and where they're going next.

You do that for us, and we can help cut you a deal.

I don't know anyone else. I always work alone.

Look,

I get why you want to protect them.

You grew up in a rough area,

you relied on each other to survive,

but this is getting out of control.

It's not just honey trapping anymore.

You've been escalating since you got to the West Coast,

but I'm guessing it wasn't your idea

to start dropping bodies, was it?

VASQUEZ: You're just the lure

who reels in the victims.

You don't seem like a cold-blooded killer.

HONDO: But, see, the problem is,

you're the only one we got.

So, if you don't help us out,

all the murders get pinned on you.

Is that what you want?

I didn't kill anyone.

I just, I met the men and drugged them.

Nobody was ever supposed to die.

HONDO: Tell us who - pulled the trigger. - VASQUEZ: Better yet,

who's really running the show?

It's not just the four of you, is it?

HONDO: All right, listen to me.

If you're not gonna tell us who's calling the shots,

at least tell me why you went after these two.

They weren't high rollers.

They didn't fit your previous pattern.

I don't know,

but we were told to make sure we got their laptops.

Okay. Told by who?

His name... is Augie.

Is he your fixer?

He's the one that sets up your scores?

He picks the targets

and then funnels all the information through...

Hettinger, what are you doing here?

What's it look like?

I'm taking my federal witness into FBI custody.

I have official authorization now,

so that means SWAT's done here.

We were just about to get somewhere with her.

Let us do our jobs.[scoffs]

Your job? You'll be lucky

to have a job after this, Vasquez. Let's go.

Hey, Hettinger,

you're underestimating these women.

There's more going on here than you think.

Yeah, got it. Thanks. Come on.

[sighs] Well, you were right all along

about there being another player involved,

whoever this "Augie" is.

It's funny,

you didn't say anything about him to Hettinger.

No.

Neither did you. Hmm.

But we have to find out who he is, and time's running out.

Did you leave Maggie that message?

Oh, actually,

Maggie came by earlier. We talked.

And? Well...

It's not good.

Maggie's been diagnosed with ALS.

That's why she's been distant recently.

Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Bob.

That must've come as quite a shock.

Well, she broke things off. She's moving to Phoenix

before her health gets really bad.

- What did you say? - Well...

[chuckles] That's the problem.

I said, "Okay."

Just let her go.

You know, Maggie saw how tough

and, you know, heartbreaking it was for me to lose Barb, and...

...she knows what I went through.

She didn't want to see me go through that again.

And, in the moment, Doc, I didn't want to either.

You know, the worst thing is, uh...

[chuckles]

- ...I felt relief. - Look,

what Maggie did was the respectable thing,

by giving you an out.

It shows how deeply she cares about you.

I know she does.

But I care about her, too.

Only you know

what those last days were like with Barb.

If that's something

that you do not want to go through again,

no one can blame you.

Yeah. Maybe.

Not even yourself.

Before Agent Bozo interrupted the interrogation,

Bella told Hondo her crew was specifically told

to steal the laptops,

so the goal here might not be money, but information.

'Cause get this, Terrence Ballard's landlord

says he worked in what's called "penetration testing."

That's when covert teams are hired to attack

facilities' security systems to evaluate their weaknesses.

Yep, and usually, penetration tests have two parts,

cyber and physical.

Lysher was a data analyst. Ballard is a logistics guy.

One an expert at hacking in,

the other an expert at breaking in.

If they were working together...

Whoever has their computers now

has a blueprint of exactly how to exploit

their target's security.

Do we know whose security these two guys were testing?

Not yet. They were secretive with communications

and used end-to-end encryption,

so their email accounts aren't giving us anything.

We have to find out who their client was.

That'll help us figure out this crew's endgame.

ROCKER: Hey, we're on it, Deac.

I got something.

Through Bella's known associates,

Brazilian Intel sent us a positive I.D. on one.

Her name is Catalina Paulista.

She got scooped up with Bella more than once.

DEACON:So, their honey-trapping crimes definitely started in Brazil.

And Interpol's got a Red Notice on her file.

Because she was part of Comando Escuro,

Rio's largest crime syndicate.

They're guerrilla-trained. Organized and dangerous.

Well, that's one way to make a name for yourself

- for all the wrong reasons. - Speaking of names,

this guy's got a record of forging documents,

fencing stolen goods and multiple counts of cybercrime.

He's Catalina's cousin, Adriano Augusto.

Augusto. That's got to be "Augie."

He's the other player. He's the crew's fixer.

We find him, chances are we find this crew.

[Brazilian music playing loudly]

[music stops][sighs]

[mutters] Your music is too loud.

How will you know

if someone is sneaking up on you?

Going somewhere?

Bella's in jail because you left her behind.

She'll talk. We need to leave now.

Where are the laptops?

Uh-uh. Not so fast.

CATALINA: Those two men weren't rich.

Not worth the risk at all, but you

made sure we grabbed their laptops.

Why? What's on them?

Catalina, I do the research, intel and travel.

You give me the goods.

I don't owe you anything but your cut.

Hey, look,

it's just personal information, huh?

Banking data. The usual stuff.

CATALINA: You're lying.

And I'm not kidding around anymore. Show us.

AUGIE: There's information here

on how and where to defeat security at a storage facility.

CATALINA: Th-This is reconnaissance,

a full attack plan, Augie.

Tell us what the facility stores and how much.

- Now. - Cash.

And a whole bunch of it, maybe.

I was gonna sell the information on the black market,

but I'll cut you in on 40% of whatever I get for it,

which will be a lot.

You were going to cut us out completely,

and you think 40% will make up for it?

[grunts]

[panting]

You're out of control.

Killing people, leaving Bella behind.

You need me. You all work for me!

Maybe we did once, but not anymore.

Any luck figuring out who Lysher and Ballard's client was?

What facility this crew might be targeting?

No, but digging around into them,

I stumbled into a DOJ tripwire.

Which means Lysher and Ballard

both have top-level security clearance.

So, they could've had access to any number

- of high-value targets. - Yeah.

Local treasury offices, reserve banks,

gold exchanges.

DEACON: And now, the Honeytrappers have a magic pass

to get around security.

All right, I'll issue alerts to all these places,

but until we confirm Lysher and Ballard's test clients,

we're no closer to narrowing down

the target or finding this crew.

I might have a line on that.

I traced all of this Augie guy's aliases

and bank cards in those names.

I found one that's been active the last couple days.

He's got recent charges for an Airbnb

in Marina del Rey. That's the address.

What are you waiting for?

Roll out. Go.

LAPD SWAT with a search warrant!

Adriano Augusto, show yourself.

Two.

Kitchen clear.

Got a body.

Closet clear.

Bedroom clear.

HONDO: 20-David to Command. All clear.

We got one adult male deceased at the scene.

Show us Code 4.

There's no sign of forced entry or struggle.

He knew his killers.

This is on Agent Hettinger.

If we could've kept questioning Bella,

we could've gotten here earlier. He'd still be alive.

This crew just double-crossed one of their own.

So, whatever they're gonna hit next,

they're gonna want to get scarce after.

Their timeline's just accelerated,

so we got to find out what that target is, and fast.

Sir.

With the intel the women have on the laptops,

all local treasury offices,

reserve banks, and gold exchanges

could now be vulnerable.

I made sure they're all on high alert.

If the crew shows up to any of them, we've got eyes.

Patrol units are rolling as we speak.

Hey.

I told you guys that I was taking over this case,

so what the hell are you doing still working it?

As long as there's crime in this city, we'll protect our people.

[scoffs] You know, I-I think it's cute

that you want to help Vasquez, even though you're just

delaying the inevitable, but if you get in my way

or cross into my case again, I'm gonna make some calls

- up the chain. - Oh, make your calls.

We don't need anyone else's approval

to operate in our own jurisdiction

- when lives are at stake. - And Vasquez

was right all along about the women

- having another player involved. - Who's now dead.

That's on you. Interrupting our interrogation

cost us time, which led to Augie getting killed.

We could've gotten to this crew earlier before they dropped him.

I think I've said my piece.

I don't want to see you guys again, and if I do,

we're gonna have some problems.[scoffs]

Hettinger's right about one thing.

If we don't get this crew, I'm not gonna have a job

- at the FBI to go back to. - Well, that isn't right

'cause you're one of the best agents they have.

But this, going against

the ADIC's orders and riding with SWAT to the end,

that's an "all-in" gamble, Deacon.

Well, I think it's admirable,

you throwing in all your chips on 20-Squad.

And I don't know if you can take any solace in this,

but we appreciate - the faith in us. - Yeah.

Guys, we might have something.

Finally got access to our two guys' cell records.

A text to Terrence Ballard came in from an unsaved number

an hour ago, asking, "Is your guys' report

on the dark vault ready?"DEACON: What the hell's

- a dark vault? - I did a deep dive on the term,

and it could mean that both guys tested a motherlode target.

"Dark Vault" is how the Department of Customs refers

to their secret cash warehouse.

Makes sense.

Customs is in charge of holding seized

foreign currency until it's all repatriated back

to countries of origin.

How much money are we talking?

Got to be millions in foreign currency.

I alerted Customs. They said,

because I didn't have the clearance,

that they wouldn't divulge the location to me,

but they did say that personnel and staff checked in all clear.

So, our women know where

and how to defeat the security measures.

Which means, we got to find the location ourselves.

I might not have the highest security clearance,

but while I still have my FBI credentials,

I might be able to narrow down our target.

Because even if a location's secret,

there's gonna be record of property leases.

Right. According to records, Customs registers its buildings

under VSA Properties.

There's five sites throughout the city.

DEACON: Well, it's anyone's guess which one

- the crew's gonna target. - CABRERA: Just got a report

from Wilshire Division.

Three heavily armed women stole an armored truck from a depot.

Sounds like our crew.

How much money was in the truck?

That's the thing. Truck was empty.

Only reason to jack an empty armored truck would be

to use it for a cash-grab.

They're planning to hit the warehouse with it.

All armored trucks have tracking beacons.

This is where it was last spotted

on the company's GPS before they lost the signal.

The women must've disabled the tracker while south on the 5.

There's four sites on the Westside,

but only one south of where the truck's beacon went offline.

That's our dark vault. Let's roll.

Hey.

Whose schedule you keeping?

- We're doing a pickup. - Not today you're not.

Go back to your base. We're shut down.

[grunts]

The code is three-five-three-six-eight.

[beeping]

Let's go.

[indistinct chatter nearby]

[indistinct chatter]

Down to the ground! All of you!

Don't do it.

Do what you're told, and you'll live.

M-Move!

- You two, now! - Go to the other side!

CATALINA: On the ground!

MONIQUE: We're here for the money.

It's not worth your life.

I need two volunteers.

Let's make this quick.

Customs dispatch has been trying to put me through

to their security, but the line just keeps ringing.

The crew might've already breached the checkpoint.

We're four minutes out from location.

Hettinger must be monitoring SWAT's radio calls.

My friend in the comms unit

says he's rolling to the warehouse

location now, too.

The FBI field office

is closer to the target.

Either he beats us to the punch,

or the crew gives me the slip

like they've done before. Either way,

I just want to say it's been great riding with you all today.

DEACON: Hey,

this isn't over, not by a long shot.

You came to us for help, Vasquez.

That means we're all in this together.

We will get this crew.

Fill the gaps.

ALL: And stay liquid.

[engine revving]

The clock is ticking. Come on, come on!

[tires squeal]

HETTINGER: Federal agents!

Get on the ground, hands on your head!

[gunfire]

[grunts]

Cover me!

[gunfire]

[grunts]

[clicking empty]

[gunfire]

[siren blaring]

HONDO:LAPD!

LAPD!

[gunfire]

[groaning]

Hettinger, wait! Hondo, we got a rabbit.

On me, Vasquez.

Rocker, Cabrera, with me!

[grunts]

- Cover! Cover! - Get up!

Let him go, Catalina.

Drop the gun! There's no way out.

Put your guns down, or else I'll kill him.

[gunfire]

Ana!

[grunts]

Don't move!

Going hands on.

Stay down![groaning]

30-David. Two suspects in custody.[flex-cuff tightens]

HONDO:It's the end of the line, Catalina. Put down

- the weapon and let him go. - I'm not putting

my gun down, so we're gonna have a problem here.

[gunshot][grunts]

[groaning]

[panting]

You all right? I'm good.

20-David to Command. Third suspect in custody.

[flex-cuff tightens] All clear.

Code 4.

Nice job.

[sighs]

Well, I'm glad you guys arrived when you did.

I should thank you and your team.

Straight up,

you should stop with that competitive streak.

That damn near got you killed.

And we may not be there to save you the next time.

But Vasquez will be.

Stop treating her like your enemy.

She's an asset and an ally, one of the best

that you will ever have in your career.

Teamwork is what this job is all about.

Yeah. She can be a good teammate.

Well, now it's on you to start treating her like one.

- Thanks again. - Mm-hmm.

Vasquez. What are you doing back here?

Wanted to say thank you all for letting me ride with SWAT today.

Well, you don't need to thank us.

Feel like I do. You guys saved my career.

Well, we were happy to help.

But don't let your bosses forget

it was your work that helped catch this crew.

Or I'll remind 'em myself.

Take care, Commander. Today was quite the day.

Yeah. It was.

HONDO: Hey.

Not sure how I'm ever gonna repay you for this one.

Nah, don't even sweat it.

I'm glad you called. For real.

You know, one thing I'll always have over

my colleagues at the FBI is this.

I don't just mean SWAT's help.

I mean having friends like these.

Like you, Hondo.

No, Vasquez. We ain't friends.

We're family. [laughs]

Okay. All right, I like the way that sounds.

Give my best to Nichelle and Vivienne, yeah?

- Will do. - All right.

You stay safe - out there. - Bet.

It's a shame Vasquez is going back to the FBI.

She fit right in.

With her skills, she'd be a great asset to 20-Squad.

Maybe we shouldn't have helped her.

If we'd just let her get fired,

20-Squad could snap her right up.

[both laughing]

Seriously, though.

Got to imagine that Hicks is all over you

about finding replacements for Street and Luca.

- Eventually me. - Yeah, he is.

I mean, I can't keep pulling from other teams

as a stopgap measure.

Deacon?

All cards on the table,

I've avoided the vetting process

until recently 'cause there's some people

you just can't replace.

Thank you. That's very kind.

I was talking about Street and Luca.

Of course you were.[laughs]

[sighs][door closes]

- Hey, babe. - Hey, beautiful.

What is this about?

Ain't nothing but a little candlelit dinner for two.

Oh, what did you cook?

No, no, no, no. See, I got the good goods.

Takeout from Omari's.

And the occasion is?

Let's just consider it a re-do of date night.

I was a little distracted last night,

and I wanted to make up for it.

Aw, that's so sweet, Hondo.

You didn't have to do that.

I absolutely did.

So tonight, I'm not gonna think about résumés,

work or anything else.

I'm gonna focus on you.

Mmm.[Vivienne crying]

- Oh. - Oh.

[groans softly] And our happy daughter.

[laughs]

Ooh, coming, baby girl.

Mmm.

[both laugh]

[knocking]

Hey, Maggie.

I-I know I'm imposing, but can I come in?

Sure.

I just wanted to say a few things.

I don't know if it's going to change anything,

and, you know, that's fine.

I just, uh... I-I want to respect

your wishes, and if you really want us

to go our separate ways, then,

I'll accept it.

Why don't you have a seat, Bob?

I know I... I blindsided you earlier, and...

you deserve a chance to say what you want to say.

Yeah. Look, I know

that you were there for me and Barb during her sickness.

And you saw how bad it got for her.

And how bad it got for you, Bob.

Right. But... but here's the thing.

As bad as it was,

Barb and I got closer

in those last days than we had ever been.

I didn't know you could learn so much more about a person

going through a struggle like that, but I did.

We had some of our deepest moments.

And I know I helped ease her pain.

And she certainly helped me begin to process mine.

And... as bad as those last months got, I still

wouldn't trade 'em for anything.

My point is,

how about, instead of you moving to your sister's in Phoenix,

you move in with me?

Bob... No.

You're not asking this of me. I'm offering it.

The time that we've spent together

the last 11 months is the happiest I've been

in a long, long time.

And I don't want to miss however many more good months

we have left.

I'm a big guy, okay?[laughs]

I can handle whatever comes after.

[laughs]

Truth is, I love you so much.

I don't want to do this alone.

You won't.

[Maggie cries softly]

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