All language subtitles for S.W.A.T. S08E08 - Left of Boom (Awafim.tv)

Previously onS.W.A.T....We can still find someone else
for 20-Squad.

Someone whose father
didn't kill a cop.

I never wanted anything to do
with my father's life.

I get hiding what your dad did.

But if you're still associating
with criminals...

He's your brother?Twin, actually.

TAN: Alfaro!You son of a bitch!

Sometimes you have
to put in extra work

to keep yourself
balanced.

Wind sprints and pullups

just aren't cutting it lately.

You got to find
an outlet that works.

Otherwise the
stress of this job

will consume you.

[exhales]

Damn, Miko.

That was poetry.

[chuckles] Don't know
about that, but thanks.

Are you fighting in the smoker
with LAFD this weekend?

Nah, I'm not the one.

Of course, he ain't.

People punch back, bags don't.

Ain't that right, Alfaro?

♪

AUTOMATED VOICE: Hello. This is
a prepaid call from an inmate

at Lancaster Correctional
Facility.

All calls are subject
to monitoring.

To accept the call,
please press--

TAN:
That your old man?

Uh, third call in
the last two days.

Huh. Must be serious.

Don't your brothers
visit him?

Probably. I don't ask.

Well, maybe
since you're back

in L.A., he just wants
to see how you're doing.

Doesn't matter what he wants.

[phone beeping][phone buzzing]

[siren wailing]

All right, 15 minutes ago,
Caltrans monitoring sensors

alerted to radioactive cargo
headed south along the 210.

Those sensors
are ultra-sensitive.

The potassium in a truckload

full of bananas
triggered one of 'em

up in Bakersfield
six weeks ago.

HONDO: Yeah, well,
no bananas this time.

The cargo's radioactive
signature matches

nuclear material stolen from
a Livermore lab three days ago.

Two guards were killed
in the process.

I don't remember hearing
anything about a heist.

Probably because
it's classified.

Going public could draw

more bad actors looking for it.

Like a scene out of Mad Max.

CHP's initiated a roadblock.

The suspect truck
is blocked in

with more than 100 vehicles.
Now listen.

We don't have Deacon
on this run.

So we got to
keep it tight,

watch each
other's six.

We got our work
cut out for us.

Deal with whoever's
in the truck.

Without any harm to civilians.

All right, the
stolen material

is perfectly safe
in the container,

but we're gonna be
wearing these monitors

just in case.

Doesn't the Department
of Energy have response teams

for hazardous recoveries?

They do, but they're
hours out. We're up.

And we're going in hot.

[horns honking]

[tires screech]

[indistinct chatter]

How we looking?

No luck making contact.

We don't know who
or how many are inside.

FBI said
to wait for SWAT.

All right, continue having
your guys clear civilians.

We'll take it from here.

Not everyone's
leaving their cars.

You clear the
ones you can.

The rest are just gonna
have to shelter in place.

You got it.

All right, listen up.

There's no telling
what we're up against.

If this is the same crew
that hit the Livermore lab,

we know they're willing to kill
for whatever it is they want.

Let's make sure
that doesn't happen.

HONDO:
All right, Powell,

find a vantage point.

You have the overwatch.On it.

All right, Tan, you're
with Gamble. Miko, with me.

We'll split the approach.

Still a lot of civilians
in cars.

Well, we better
get it right.

Let's go.

[indistinct chatter]

[helicopter whirring overhead]

What do we got, Miko?

Radiation signature matches.

Non-threatening,
but it's our target.

Powell, you set?

24-David. In position.

I have a visual.

But the windows are
heavily tinted.

Officer, give me that bullhorn!

This is LAPD!
You in the box truck!

Turn off the vehicle,
and step out slowly.

[guns cocking]

I repeat: turn off the engine,
get out of the vehicle.

Miko, prepare to dust 'em.

Pepper balls it is.

Gamble, how's our backstop?

I need all civilians off the X.

26-David.

Downrange looks clear.

HONDO:
Pepper balls in five,

four, three,

two... Send 'em, Miko.

Passenger!

Slowly exit
the vehicle!

[coughing]

Show me your hands!

Got a runner.

OFFICER: Watch out,
we got a runner!

Move!FEMALE OFFICER:
Watch out!

Still movement in the cab!

Second passenger
getting out.

[gunshots]

26-David. One suspect down.Powell, stay on that truck!

Watch out for civilians.Roger that.

Get out!

[woman yelps]

TAN:
Get out!

LAPD! Let her go!

Back off!

[gunshots][grunts]

[woman screams]

[whimpering]

22-David.

Second suspect down.

Still someone inside the cab.

[engine revving]

Powell!

I got you, Hondo.

[engine clunking, hissing]

HONDO: Driver,
out of the truck, now!

[coughing]:
Okay, okay, I'm coming out.

[coughs]
Don't shoot!

On your knees!
Down on your knees!

DRIVER:
I'm not one of them.

Don't shoot!ALFARO:
Going hands-on!

20-David.

Last suspect in custody.

Moving in on the cargo now.

What the hell? It's empty.

[detector clicking]

I'm still getting
a reading, Hondo.

It had to have been here.

Powell, did you see anything?

No one's approached
since we got here.

The radioactive material,
where is it?

What'd you do with it?

Soon. [exhales]

You find out

soon enough.

♪

HICKS:
Jeremiah Jacobs.

Well, according to
your background,

you're just
an average Joe.

Married, pay your taxes,
no criminal record.

So how does a guy
like you get involved

with stolen
radioactive material?

What?

Stolen what?

Don't act like you don't know.

I-I don't.

I got this job off a website.

BookHelpToday.com.

It was a thousand bucks
to drive a truck

from Bakersfieldto L.A.

If you're as innocent
as you claim,

then why'd you try
and flee the scene?

I just panicked!

Everybody was firing guns.

I thought I was gonna die.

What about the cargo?

The cargo?
Look, that kind of cash,

you don't ask questions,
you just drive.

Someone must've given you
an address to deliver it to.

They gave me a phone.

They told me to head for L.A.

and that they would call me

with further instructions.

Jeremiah, eight miles
before you got stopped,

your truck passed
road sensors that determined

that you were carrying
radioactive material.

So how did the truck
end up empty?

I don't know.

Right before the roadblock,
I got a call.

Um, they told me to pull over
at an underpass.

And then, seconds later, these
armed guys jumped in the back.

And they just ordered me
to keep my eyes straight.

HICKS: And that's
when they took

whatever it is
you don't know about?

I guess.
Mm.

Um, then the guys with guns, um,

the ones that y'all shot,

they got in the cab,
and they told me to drive.

HONDO: So there must've been
a second vehicle that made off

with the cargo.

Did you see it?

Look, I had a gun in my face.

All I could think about
was my wife.

[smacks lips]

Sir, whoever's behind this
knew about the highway sensors

and knew we'd be alerted.

Well, they also knew
all our attention

would be focused
on that roadblock.

Never thinking for a minute
that it might be a decoy.

They played us,
and we fell right into it.

By the time
we opened up that truck,

the nuclear material
was long gone.

Now it's somewhere
in our city.

And we have to assume
whoever has it

has the worst
of intentions.

GAMBLE: Coming up empty on
our shooters from this morning.

Their prints aren't
in our system.

Customs has no records.
The guys are ghosts.

Means they probably
crossed the border illegally.

Yeah, so who knows how
long they've been here?

Or how many more there might be.

HICKS:
Just heard back from the DOE.

The material stolen
from the Livermore lab

is 12 and a half kilograms
of refined Neutronium-613,

It's a radioisotope designed

to power the Mars rover.

Now it's not weapons-grade,

but in the wrong hands,
it could be

incorporated into a WMD.

I bet a number
of terror states

would love to get
their hands on that.

That's exactly DOE's theory.

The perps are likely
trafficking it out of the U.S.

So, as you can imagine,

we've got a fixed amount
of time to recover it

before it leaves SoCal.

Commander, I finally
got some more info.

I've been combing through
cell phone footage uploaded

to social media
from the takedown this morning.

Never underestimate the need
for clicks and likes.

I cleaned up the image,

ran it through
facial rec.

HICKS: We get an ID?TAN: Not yet.

But turns out we're not
the only ones trying to tag him.

Fresno PD ran
the same guy.

Looks like he's
tied to the theft

of fertilizer-grade
ammonium nitrate.

Someone's planning
to make a bomb. A big one.

And if combined
with the stolen neutronium...

DOE's got it all wrong.

They're not trafficking
the neutronium out the country.

They're building a dirty bomb.

GAMBLE:A dirty bomb with
that much explosives,

it'll throw a radioactive cloud
over ten city blocks.

Yeah, I need
to call the mayor,

tell him the city's
under threat.

Show this guy's face
to Interpol.

This crew must have
terror experience.

Somebody's gonna know
who they are.

[door opens]

Hey. How's it coming?

Scanning
Caltrans images,

trying to pinpoint
what vehicle the suspects

might've transferred
the nuclear material into

before the roadblock.

Need any help?

Not gonna say no.

It's a busy
stretch of road.

So how long
you been boxing for?

You know, the
speed bag earlier.

Oh.

That was really just something
I did as a kid.

Looked more serious than that.

Were you in
the Golden Gloves, AAU?

Nope. Didn't compete.

Never really trained
for the sport.

What'd you train for, then?

Just survival.

Survival?

Were you that bullied as a kid?

I mean, it-it's okay
if you were.

There were these girls who
hated me in eighth grade...

Just drop it, Zoe. Cool?

Tell me someone's
got something actionable.

Powell?

POWELL: Struck out
on the job website

that hired the driver.

Whoever paid him
used a fake email and a VPN

to hide the IP address.

HICKS:
Covering their tracks.

Great.

Commander, you were right
about Interpol.

I uploaded photos of
our shooters from the roadblock

and immediately got a hit.

Oraz Mustafin,

an Uzbekistan
national.

He's part of an extremist
offshoot called JAMAAL al HAQ.

JAMAAL al HAQ, Group of Truth.

FBI recently put out
a BOLO for the group's

number two in command,
a guy named Khalid Torani.

That means the FBI has reason
to believe he's in the U.S.

Torani was ISIS-K before this,

linked to attacks
throughout Europe.

If he's tied to our dirty bomb,

we're gonna need a bigger boat.ALFARO: Hey.

I might have
a thing here.

So, I've been sifting
through photos

looking for the
transfer vehicle...

This Range Rover
shadows the box truck

after passing
the radiation sensors,

in tandem
the whole time.

Nice, Alfaro.
Did you run the plates?

That's what
first flagged it for me.

Plates come back to a
Mazda Miata out in Bakersfield.

Stolen plates.
That's got to be our guys.

I'll put out a BOLO.Somebody already has.

Devonshire Traffic Division.
Same Range Rover and plates

are connected to
a hit-and-run last night

outside of a Valley strip club.

All right. We're up
against the clock.

Powell, Alfaro, get over

to that club and see
what you can find out.

We might've caught
a break in the case.

Actually, a couple of them.We need it.

The last thing this city needs
is a terror attack.[phone buzzing]

Your brother, Leon. What's up
with that troublemaker?

Yo, twin. You get over to
Mom's to fix the shower yet?

I take it
that wasn't Leon?

No. My father.

Damn him.
He is such a manipulator.

He actually used your brother
to connect the call?

Not cool, of him or Leon.

Leon just does as told
wherever my dad's concerned.

You haven't talked to your dad
in years, right?
Ten.

Visited him once in prison
after the sentencing.

I wonder why he's so desperate,
reaching out like that.

Whatever.

Come on, Gamble.
You got to be a little curious.

Whatever it is, I don't care.

He's shown
no remorse.

Do you know what it's like
to go through

hazing and suspicion
because of him?

Getting hazed
is part of our job.

[scoffs] You ever had a bullet

planted in your locker
at eye level?

Right after
his conviction.

I don't give a rat's ass
what he has to say.

I don't care.

♪

Vadim?

I'm Officer Alfaro.
This is Officer Powell.

We're following up
on a hit-and-run

that happened
outside your club

a few nights ago.Involving the Range Rover.

What can you tell us
about that?

Yeah, this was a crazy night.

I'm surprised it
not get posted anywhere.

No such thing
as bad press, right?

Free publicity.

Well, what was so crazy
about that night?

I was at DJ booth,
and these guys,

they start, uh, acting up.
You know, like foreign type.

Oh, and you're an L.A. native,
right, Vadim?

You know what I mean.

Anyway, I don't say anything
'cause they are big tipper,

but then they start
getting handsy with merchandise.

With the girls.

Dancers, whatever.

I'm sure some of
them are mothers.

No. Not mine.

So, the bouncers intervened.

They had to, uh,
escort the gentlemen outside.

What about the hit-and-run
complaint that you filed?

Well, that's when
things get crazy.

They pile into SUV,
and they back right into Lambo

of one of my VIP regular.

This guy's been known
to carry, so...

Those jackasses are lucky
to get out of here alive.

ALFARO:
All right, we're gonna need

the security cam footage
from that night.

Yeah, probably not
without warrant.

Mm.
Why, is there
other things

going on here
aside from dancing?

Ha, ha. Nice try.

I wonder how many of his girls
are legal to work in the U.S.?

Ooh. Or adults.

POWELL:There's the bouncers
pushing them out.

Stop there.

ALFARO:
That's Oraz Mustafin,

one of the gunmen we
took down this morning.

And that's Khalid Torani.

The leader of their
little group.

Advance the shot
a few more frames.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

That's the box truck driver,
Jeremiah Jacobs.

Bastard lied to us.

That son of a bitch played us.

He did, and you'll get
another shot at him,

but let's not go in
unarmed this time.

Tan, tell Hondo
what you found.

I was able to track down
Jeremiah's wife, Allison.

They were married for six years.
Separated seven months ago.

She said that,
after he lost his job,

he spiraled into drinking,

drugs,
self-loathing.

Well, that's hardly
a unique story.

Well, he began spending
hours online,

going down one rabbit
hole after another.

That's when he found
JAMAAL al HAQ,

or they found him.

So, he's
a recent convert.

Exactly.
On the dark web,

Jeremiah found al HAQ's postings
of anti-American videos;

villagers being displaced,
collateral damage,

and even our troops
getting ambushed.

This guy was watching snuff
films of our kids overseas.

Allison stood by her man
as long as she could.

Finally filed for divorce
when he started insisting

she call him
Al-Jamili.

So now she's
his ex-wife?

Well, you'd think,

but Allison just found out she's
pregnant, so she's thinking

of staying with him, you know,
for the "sake of the kid."

Jeremiah played us,
but he sounds like a peon.

He's just a pawn
for Khalid Torani.

Maybe, or maybe not.HICKS: What do you got, Gamble?

A recent photo of Torani.
It matched

to an extremist chat
site. It was taken

at a training camp
in northern Africa.

The madman with
his inner circle.

Yup, including
a friend of ours.

HICKS:
That's our truck driver,
Jeremiah.

So, he's not
just a pawn.
Nah.

He's in this
up to his neck.

So when'd you shave, Jeremiah?

HICKS:
Or is it Al-Jamili now?

Had my guys check
the check on you.

And you got a fake name.HICKS: Mm-hmm.

Wow.

Well, we got a little more
than that, sunshine.

Right now, we got you
for aiding and abetting,

but if there's an attack, you
will never see the sun again.

Save your threat.

The entire West is due
for an awakening.

Same old, same old.

You sound like
every wannabe terrorist

with an internet connection.

You can insult me all you want,

but chaos is coming,

and we deserve it.

This country might not
always get things right,

but the failures
of the world

have many fathers.Yet...

we're the world's cop

who somehow always manages
to shoot the hostage.

Until my people are safe,
no one is.

HICKS:
Your people?

From Pacoima, you mean?

[laughs]

I have a new home.HICKS: Oh.

Which is good,

because soon,
yours will be erased.

Hey, Zoe. Wait.

W-Wait up. Look,

I didn't mean to
snap at you earlier.It's no worries.

I pressed you.True, but when you asked me

about boxing, look,
I could've just said

it was something I did
as a kid, left it at that.

Then why
didn't you, hmm?

I don't know.

Boxing for me is...

kind of a dark place.

Look, I didn't
train for the sport.

I learned how to fight
'cause I had to.

This doesn't sound like a

happy childhood story.[snorts]

It's not.

My mom wasn't known for
her classy choices in men.

There was this one guy, Collins,

he was around our place a lot
when I was a teenager.

He'd get physical,
push her around

when he was high or whatever.

I'm sorry.

If I ever tried to
stand up for my mom,

he knew I wasn't
much of a threat.

[chuckles]

So I learned how
to throw down,

and with Collins
as my north star,

I got good at it.

Still, the harder I trained,

the better I got,
the angrier I got.

I bet you messed him up
pretty bad.

[scoffs] Never had the chance.

Before anything went down,
his broke ass got arrested.

That was the last time
I saw the dude.

But I kept at it,

kept hitting the gym,
promising myself

that if I ever saw him again...

That's why you don't compete.

Stepping inside that ring is...

takes me back to my dark side.

My rage was for Collins,

not for someone
who didn't deserve it.

Apology accepted.

[chuckles] Come on.

Gamble.

Got a second?
Sure. What's up?

Heard about your father
reaching out.

I can only guess who snitched.Hey.

That's just the team
having your back.

Tell them they
don't have to worry.

I've shut my dad out
for ten years.

I can shut him out for ten more.

What's that gotten you,
shutting him out?

[sighs]Look, I know the cost.

I was estranged
from my father for years.

Except your father
didn't kill--No, no, no, he didn't.

But holding on for years
to all his shortcomings...

it affected me more than him.

So, you just let it go?

I released him of my choice
to carry his baggage, yeah.

And it made me
a better man.

Probably a better cop.

You know what would happen
if folks around here

learned I reconciled
with a cop killer?

I ain't saying become his pal.

I'm saying maybe face the demon,

and find a way to let it go.

It's your life,
your call.

But I promise you,
that heaviness

ain't gonna get no lighter
until you deal with it.

[phone beeping][phone buzzing]

We got a bomb threat to
the Sanford Financial Building.

Could be our
dirty bomb.
We'll act as if.

Sanford Building's in
the heart of the city.

That'd be a lot
of fallout.

FBI and NEST are a ways out.

Hazmat's on
their way, too.

70-Squad's
rolling with you.

We find the bomb,
let DOE take over

and we stay on the terrorists.

Something on your mind,
Commander?

Yeah, radioactive OKC.

We got to stop this thing
"left of boom."

Hundred percent, sir.

♪

[sirens wailing]

[sirens whooping][tires screeching]

[indistinct radio chatter]

All right, we got
many floors to cover.

We got no idea what
we're walking into.

Garcia.

Hey, brother.
How you want to run it?

20-Squad on the lower
levels moving up.

70-Squad on the uppers,
coming down. Two teams each.

Gives us four for a pincer move.

If there's
a hostile, sure.

First priority is the bomb.Yep, got it.

Use your PRDs.

Anything over 100 millirems,
call it in.

HONDO:
Now, we all went over the
floor plan on the way over here.

We got central elevators.
Stairwells to the east and west.

We clear every office.

Now, I don't need to tell
you this could go sideways.

We dealt with this crew earlier.

They are committed, so you do

what you got to do
to put 'em down.

Let's get it done.

[indistinct chatter]

♪

♪

♪

Any reading?

Nothing.
Not a trace.

20-David, seventh
floor is clear.

Moving to the ninth.

That was the last room
on this floor.

Alfaro?Not even a blip.

22-David, eighth floor clear.
Moving to ten.

70-David. Clear on 25.
Coming down.

Roger that.

LAPD.
Stop right there.

Whoa, whoa. Wait.

HONDO:
Who are you?Mike Ramos.

Comstock Associates.

I was making sure
everyone was out.

All right, you're good.
Anyone with you?

I checked our two floors
above us.

I'm the last one, I think.

Seen anything suspicious?
Boxes, containers?

RAMOS:
Nothing gets
to these floors

unless we sign
and escort it up ourselves.

What's that thing for?

Sir, we need to get
you outside. Please.

20-Squad.

Check the stairwells and all
elevators from your monitors.

GARCIA: 70-David. Copy.

Those detectors
are sensitive.

If the neutronium
was anywhere around here,

we'd have picked
it up by now.
Still nothing.

TAN: Hondo,
service elevator's clear.

[air brakes hissing]

[loud chatter]

Entire building's been swept.

No explosives,
no neutronium.

No terrorists. You get
the feeling we were punked?

Is that even possible?

That or this whole thing
was a diversion.

Either way, our real bomb's
still out there.

And we're running out of time
to find it.

Hey. Could I get soda?

Actually, I'll do a chai.

Where's the bomb?

A bomb? I have no idea.

Why send a bomb threat?
What's the endgame here?

Well, there was panic,
wasn't there?

Sirens and people running
for their lives--

[clangs]

You getting a kick out of this?

[laughs]

Terrorizing
innocents?

Our whole society
is a terror cell.

We just justify it
with banks and corporations.

Please.

I got you figured out, you know.

Okay.Whatever you think

you're fighting for...

...you're no true believer.

No. Your life sucked.

You probably felt you
needed a higher purpose,

some kind of calling.

But straight up?

You're not out there dying
for the cause, are you?

I mean, hell,
you're in here with me.

Torani played you.

Or maybe you
played yourself

because you needed someone
to blame for your crap life.

You know what?

Forget it.

I can see why Allison
didn't tell you.

Didn't tell me what?

She's pregnant.

Having your kid.

You must've really
pissed her off.

You're lying.

Am I?

Sucks your kid
will only know you

as a mass murderer, though.

Check her credit card.

I let them use
one of Allison's cards.

They didn't tell me
for what.

[sighs heavily]

And the target?I don't know.

All I heard was that they were
gonna "let us right in."

Did you get
the credit card info?

Only charge Jeremiah's wife
didn't recognize

was for $2,200 to a place
called Holly Car Prints.

ALFARO:They specialize in decals and
skins for film and TV vehicles.

Do a lot of business
with studios.

We contacted them.

They just emailed
over the order.

TAN:
That's an FBI decal.

They must've cloned
an FBI SUV.

Those were all over the scene
at the Sanford Building.

ALFARO:
What if the bomb threat
was just a setup

to get the terrorists
inside the perimeter?

Like a Trojan horse.

Better alert the commander.

♪

[speaking Uzbek]

What a day, huh?
Y'all finally wrapping up?

I wish. Boss wants us
to re-check the top floors,

do a radiation sweep.
Cover his ass.

I got a "stupid-visor"
like that.

Never satisfied.

Let's get you guys up so
you can get out of here.

Get us all out of here.Hey, Peterson.

Escort the Federales here.

Take the express.

[engine revving, siren wailing]

No sign of the suspect vehicle.

All right, get us
underground, Tan.

[tires squeal]

No one's in it. We're clear.

Go, go.

No containers.
It's empty.

Miko?Got a radiation spike.

The neutronium was here.

Which means it must now
be in the building,

along with the bomb.

20-David to Command.
We found the vehicle.

But it looks like Torani's
already moved the game indoors.

70-Squad's on a barricade
in Reseda.

Feds are 20 minutes out.

[over radio]:
Hondo, you're on your own.

Roger that.
Have Patrol secure the vehicle.

We're going in.

What the hell? You guys
not get the memo or something?

We were told to stand down
an hour ago.

Have you seen this man?

Probably impersonating
a federal officer.

Well, yeah.
Him and three others.

Just sent 'em
to the upper floors.

Hold on, I can
tell you where.

Peterson, what's your location?

Peterson?

Hondo, if these guys plan
to unleash a dirty bomb

with maximum efficiency...

They're headed to the roof.

As soon as we're up,
you shut down these elevators.

KERR:
You got it.

[elevator bell dings]

[speaking Uzbek]

[elevator bell dings]

Powell.

We're clear.

Let's keep moving.

Cover![gunfire]

[speaking Uzbek]

[gunfire continues]

Moving!

Where is he?

HONDO:
Anybody got eyes

on Torani or the bomb?

Negative, Hondo.

Must be on the east end
of the roof.

Bogie, 11 o'clock!

HONDO:
LAPD! Drop the weapon!

[gunfire, hissing]

[gunshots, suspect grunts]

20-David! One suspect down!

[speaking Uzbek]

Powell.

HONDO:
Got eyes on the bomb.

Moving in.

GAMBLE:
Don't you move!

Put the cable down now!

[gunfire, grunting]

Go. Go.

Second suspect down.

Clear.

Explosives are secure.

Hold on.

The neutronium's missing.

20-Squad,
I need eyes on Torani!

He's got
the radioactive material.

Do not let him off this roof!

ALFARO:
He's headed for the stairs.

Stay on him!
Can't let him get away.

Torani, stop!

[gunfire][grunting]

Hondo, Torani made
it to the stairs.

Our pursuit is cut off.
We can't make it.

Damn it.

ALFARO: Tan, we've got to get to
those stairs, go after Torani.

[gunfire]

Ah, it's no good.

Hondo, our pursuit of Torani
is still cut off.

Gamble, hold on.

I got an idea.

Hondo, no!

[glass breaking]

20-David in pursuit,
headed to the west stairwell.

[gunfire]POWELL: Tan, coming
up on your right.

[gunfire]

POWELL:
Suspect down!

We got him. Go!

LAPD!

[gunfire]

[groans]

[gasps]HONDO:
You're done, Torani!

Give it up!

[inhales sharply]

You'll irradiate
the whole building!

Don't do it!

[gunshots][Torani gasps]

[clanging]

[canister rolling]

[grunts, pants]

[panting loudly]

HONDO:
20-David to Command.

Torani is down.

The radioactive material
is secured.

We're Code 4.

[panting]

[indistinct chatter]

[phone buzzing]

[scoffs]

Crazy-ass thing? This day--
it'll never make the papers.

Hey. Where have you been?

What did you do?

Kind of ran his name.

Collins, my mom's ex?

Went ahead and looked him up.

And?

He's been out of prison
for almost two years.

Well, that's good then, yeah?

I mean, he hasn't
contacted you or your mom,

so, he's gone from your life.

Are you gonna be good?

I'm always good.

Well, how about I beat your ass

in some pool, then?

It'll make me feel better.

[boxing blows landing on bag]TOWNSEND:
One, two.

For sure. I mean...

Ah, there's bag boy.

Boogedy, boogedy, boogedy,

boogedy, boogedy, boogedy.Townsend, let it go, man.

Miko, d...

TOWNSEND:
All right, here we go.
Here we go.

Bag boy's finally
getting into the ring.

[chuckles]My man.

[indistinct chatter]

You might want
to strap those up.Nah, I'm good.

It's your party.

[grunting]

[officers exclaiming]

OFFICER:
That was quick.

[indistinct chatter]

Way to go, Miko. You knocked out
our fighter for the LAFD smoker.

You're welcome.

[lock buzzes, latch clicks]

[indistinct,
overlapping chatter]

[keys jangle, lock buzzes]

[door closes]

[indistinct P.A. announcement]

Hey, kid.

Ernie.

Oh, I'm "Ernie" now.

Good to see you.

It's been a minute, no?

Come on. How long?

Couldn't tell you.

Not something I keep track of.

Is that so?

Gam-ble.

Took your mom's
maiden name.

I get it.

I'm good.

What do you want

that you couldn't tell
my brothers over the phone?

What's the rush, kid?

I don't like prisons.

[chuckles] Me, neither.

What if I told you

this was the safest place
for you?

Ah.

Got your attention.

You're still playing games.

Wait. Devi.

I know

you're LAPD SWAT.

You think
I don't keep tabs?

You may not talk to me,
but your brothers do.

Okay.

I'm SWAT.

So...?So,

I heard something on the yard.

What'd you hear?

Come on, sit down.No, no, no, no.
I said, what?

Okay, okay.

There's a bounty...

...on the head
of someone on 20-Squad.

I'm talking real money, Dev.

And trust, I got nothing
to do with nothing.

But the word is out there.

[beeps]

And it's going down...

...today.

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