All language subtitles for S.W.A.T. - S01E12 - Contamination

Zodiac's approached
the vessel.

Roger that.

Sierra Team, you got eyes?

Roger.

Be advised, the Zodiac's
landed and occupied.

Confirm new number.

We got one, two,
three, four little piggies.

And we still have two
standing guard. Six total.

Deac, be 20-David's eyes.

20-David, you're clear
to engage suspects

on the northside rocks,

about five yards
from your vantage point.

This is 20

to 50-David.

You're all clear.

Let's roll.

LAPD SWAT!

On the ground now!

Nice tackle.

Got to shut down the run game.

There's three still left
on the boat.

Police, let's go! Move it!

Two little piggies
heading for the Zodiac.

STREET:
Hands up!

Hands up!
I ain't resisting.

I ain't resisting.

Whoa.

Oof.

That bitter almond smell.

Cyanide.
And when it's liquid
like this,

it's easily convertible
into a gas.

There's enough here

to take out the entire marina

and half of Venice.

What now?

We go with what we have.

We thought
you were robbing us.

I'm just a scuba diver.

HONDO: Which is why
your boys were packing

automatic weapons?
Cut the crap, Cousteau.

HONDO:
Hey. We found you

hauling that crate
full of cyanide.

You were going to deliver
it to someone. Who?

I don't know.

The buyers were supposed
to be here already.

Obviously,
they're not coming now.

Listen, you got one chance
to convince us

that there's someone else
out there worse than you

for us to worry about.

All we know is when and where.

I don't know who delivers it,
who I'm giving it to,

or what's in it.
Do you really think

that deniability
is gonna cover you

for a domestic
terrorism charge?

Look, picking up these crates

was just a way to
make some extra cash,

pay off my boat.

"Crates"?
Like you did this before?

Yeah.

Three other times before.

They said this
was the last one, though.

The FBI know
about any previous drops?

Wasn't part of our intel.

That much cyanide...

Weaponizing for something big.

The guy you handed
the crates off to before.

Can you describe him?
Well, there were two of them.

They were both
survivalist types,

in their 40s and 50s.

They always picked up
in the same old, blue van.

Please roll down
the window, sir.

Sir.

Sir.

Put the paper down

and lower the window.

Last chance.

What's the rationale
for this stop?

You made an illegal lane change

back there, plus you're driving

with expired tags.
I wasn't driving.

I'm traveling.

I still need to see your license

and registration, please.

According to the United States
book of codes,

as an Article Four
free inhabitant

pursuant to the Articles
of Confederation,

I am not required

to identify myself to you.

Well, the LAPD requires you
to identify yourself.

I have not committed a crime.
You are only authorized

to question a free inhabitant
who's committed a criminal act.

I am outside of your authority.

I know my rights.

I have the court documents
to prove it.

Sir, your name is not on here.

I don't have a name.

I'm the legal representative
of this vehicle.
Listen, sir,

here's what's gonna happen.
I'm going to ask you

one last time to show me
a valid driver's license.

And hey...

remove the hoodie, take off
the glasses, and keep your hands

where I can see them.
You have no jurisdiction
over us.

Refusal to show ID

is a penal code violation
in California.

That law only applies
to U.S. citizens.

Well, where are you
a citizen of?

I don't belong
to any country or corporation.

Even non-citizens have
to obey U.S. laws.

Hey, remove the hoodie

and put your hands
on the dash.

Do it now.
Are you detaining us?

Put your hands on the dash now!

I'm leaving.
No, you're not.

Delta one ten,
I need backup.

Turn off the car, sir.
Turn off the car!

Crockett!

Drive.

Delta one ten, I need backup.
Turn off the car, sir.

Turn off the car!

Then there's nothing
after that?

Bullet hit her body cam.

That and her vest
saved her life.

Who's the officer?

Donna Massanet.

That's the same
Officer Massanet

you went through
the Academy with?

SWAT training, too.
She didn't make it,

but she should've.
She's a warrior.

How's she doing?
The bullet to the arm
did some real damage.

They're working hard to make
sure she regains full mobility.

She should be out
of surgery soon.

The body cam didn't get a look
at the shooter in the hoodie,

but we got the driver.
Harley Stone.

Captain, these
crimes are connected.

Our friend at the marina

was able to identify
the driver as one

of the individuals
trafficking cyanide.

And between
his tax evasion priors

and the way he addressed
the officer,

it's safe to assume
he's an extremist

in the sovereign militia
movement.

Most sovereigns just
want to live off the grid,

but the extreme ones,
they don't think

the government have authority
over them whatsoever.

You've all had training on how

to deal
with these sovereigns, correct?

Yup.
All right,

what else do we know
about this guy?

Harley Stone lost his farm

in 2014.

Now he lives in an apartment
in the North Valley.

Got a team of federal
agents surveilling the place.

No one seems to be home.

Utilities are under the
wife's name, Lara Stone.

Looks like she pled
guilty to tax evasion, too,

along with her husband.

Two peas in the same
sovereign pod.

Yeah, it must be true love.

Still fighting the fine.
Going on two years now.

Captain Cortez, I need your team

to get into that apartment.

Of course.

All right, listen up.
We don't want any neighbors

or friends tipping off the
Stones that we're on to them,

so let's prep as cable guys.

Hey. You good?
No.

Not with someone
trying to kill Donna.

Why don't you go see her?

Maybe she'll remember
something that can help us.

Pass on best wishes
from all of us.

Hey.
How are you?

Oh, my God. You look great.
Thank you, you guys.

You're too sweet.

TAN: Hey, it's so
good to see you.

Hey, you're looking
strong enough

to strap on the gear
and roll with us.

Yeah.
I'll leave that

to the pros.
There you go.

My turn.

Oh, Annie.

So good to see
you're doing better.

But you know the routine.
I got to go prep my guys.

But I'll show up later this week
with some of my gumbo.

We're gonna go thank the
commissioner then take her home.

I'll, uh, be good
to go after that.

All right. It's good to see you.

You, too.

I want to show you
something first.

Okay.

What's this?

This is something
we do here at SWAT.

We keep a letter in our locker
to our loved ones

in case...

You don't come back?

Why are you giving it to me now?

You know I've never been good
at this stuff.

But I almost lost you twice,

and it just doesn't make sense

for this letter
to be sitting in my locker,

unread, gathering dust.

Baby, after living with you
for the past 12 years,

it is gonna take a lot more
than two brain surgeries

to lose me.

Sorry.

I forgot the, uh...

name tags.

Just do me a favor

and don't open it
till you get home.

Okay.

What took you so long?

Uh, sort of busted
up a moment in there.

Deac was in the locker room
giving Annie some old letter.

Deac's giving her the letter?

What do you mean the letter?

Is he gonna quit or something?

I think I would've heard
about that. No.

What are we talking
about exactly?
TAN:
Not talking about anything.

It's bad luck to talk about it,

like a no-hitter
while it's happening.

All right, come on, guys.
Stop messing with him.

Street, we all keep a letter
in our locker.

SWAT superstition.
Yeah, you do it so
you don't need it,

because if you need
it, that means

you didn't make it
back from an op.

Wait, you telling us
this whole time

you've been rocking and rolling
without a letter to a loved one

in your locker?
Yeah, I guess.

Aw, man.

Wait.

You're telling me
that it's SWAT bad luck

to not keep a letter
in your locker,

and no one bothered to tell
me for the last five months?

Thought you knew.

Was sure of it.
No.

Well, you know now,
so get to writing one.

You know what?
I'm not superstitious.

It's bad juju, man.
All right, Street,

that's enough.
Come on, we rolling.

Let's move.

Excuse me.

Pacific Cable?

Yeah.
If I pay you cash,

would you be able to activate

some of the movie
channels for me?

Ma'am, we need to take care of

one of your neighbors first.

It's an
assigned call.
If you head back up,

when we get done
with this,

we'll come knock,
hook you up.
Oh. Okay.

Yeah, great.
Number six.

Okay.
Don't forget.

We won't.

Focus, playboy.

You're clear to make entry.

Roger that.

Hey, you got a neighbor
approaching.

Hurry up with that lock.

You almost in, Street?

One... more...

second.

HONDO:
All right, look for anything

dealing with converting
cyanide into gas.

Books, computers, anything.
Check the other room.

I'll look in here.
Okay.

Boss? Come look at this.

What's up

Oh, just the sovereign
wall of fame.

Oh, wow.

Waco. Oklahoma
City bombing.

The Malheur Wildlife
Refuge standoff.

"Death penalty
is an oxymoron,

death is not a penalty,
it's an escape."

McVeigh was a sovereign?
Not McVeigh.

One of his
coconspirators was.

Is that Harley Stone?

Yes, it is. One of his
buddies might be our shooter.

It's funny, I thought

sovereigns were all
white supremacists or something.

Nah, they come in all
walks of life, Street.

That's what makes them
so hard to identify.

Never underestimate
them for a second.

That's it?

The official draft
of our proposals?

Only thing missing
is the title page.

I was thinking...

maybe only my name
should be on it.

You-you want
to take my name off of it?

Just to start. Look,
I'm used to cops hating me.

I'm civilian oversight.

They'll already assume
I'm the enemy.

But a lot of officers
will be opposed to it,

and they'll feel
betrayed by you.
There'll be

an adjustment period, sure,
but good cops won't have

a problem with anything in
here once I have the chance

to tell them why.
Okay.

Go ahead, sell me.

Sell you?

Yeah, sell me like
I'm a 15-year-on-the-job cop,

on why I should listen to some
lady bureaucrat who has the gall

to mandate that I not only
spend less time

on the streets
where the real criminals are,

but less time with my family
because you want me volunteering

extra hours
in certain communities.

Sell me.
Well,

versions of this type of reform
have already been successful

in seven major cities.
You've already lost me.

Stats are boring.

The words in the proposal
don't matter.

Person with the
message does.

Come on, talk to me, cop-to-cop.

We can either spend the
next couple of decades

reacting to crimes,
or we can be proactive

in preventing them from
happening in the first place.

All right, I'm half-listening.

Right now, the community
believes the deck is stacked.

It's nearly impossible to
charge, let alone convict,

an officer for anything.

The few bad cops there are
have no reason to change,

making the rest
of us look bad.

When we have real
accountability, then

the community will
actually believe us

when we tell them something
couldn't be avoided.

When they see more of us in
their churches, their schools,

their neighborhoods,
their businesses

for something besides
picking up dead bodies

and arresting their sons,

they'll know we keep our word.

Sold.

Let's submit it
with both our names.

Annie.

Hi.

This is Commissioner Plank.

Call me Michael, please.
Nice to meet you, Annie.

Well, everyone said
that you were the one

who convinced Dr. Chandler
to come in

on his anniversary
to do the surgery.

He saved my life,
which means you saved my life.

I wouldn't put it
quite that dramatically.

We would.

Well, even if that's true,

you've saved a lot more lives
than me over the years.

I'm just glad
I could do something this time.

I still don't know
how you convinced Dr. Chandler

to abandon his wife
on their anniversary.

This city's
run on favors.

Fortunately, I had a few
lying around to hand out.

It's just a little thing,

but we wanted you
to have something from us

as a thank you.

You just made my day.

Christina?

Hi, Donna.

Can we have a moment?

Yeah.

Stay strong.

You hang in there.

How you feeling?

I don't know
what hurts worse--

my arm or my ego for letting
them get the jump on me.

Hey, weren't you supposed
to get shot first?

You're the one who made SWAT.
You were always

better at taking a hit than me.
I needed to be.

With your sniping skills,

I had to do something
to keep up with you.

I was gonna
try out again.

Don't know
if my arm'll be up to it.

Ah, you'll be back
to your old self.

You were just as
qualified as me.

God forbid

we have two women
SWAT officers, right?

Yeah.

Hey. How old is Ryland now?

Hmm.
He looks so big in the pictures
you've been posting lately.

Aah. I know. I can't believe
he's almost seven.

Jonathan took him
to get a snack downstairs.

Oh. Hey.

God.

I hate them seeing me like this.

The man who shot you--

anything you
remember about him?

We couldn't get a good look
at him on your body cam.
Yeah.

I didn't get
a good look, either.

He was wearing that hoodie.
Do you remember

anything after the shooting?

Everything went white.

I didn't even feel
my arm at first.

All I could think
about was my family.

But, yeah.

Yeah.

I heard the driver say something
right after I got shot.

What did he say?
Crockett.

He said the name Crockett.

Crockett?
You got a description?

All right, I'm gonna send you
a picture of some faces.

See if it jogs anything for her.

Female suspect is

approaching the location.
20

Street.

20-David, I copy. Follow her in.

LAPD. Hands behind your back.
Hands behind your back.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's going on?
Hey, hands behind your back!

Hands behind your back now.
Hands behind your back!
Don't move.

We're Metro SWAT. Yes, we have a
warrant. Where's your husband?

I don't know. Look on my phone!
Why are you doing this to me?

What
HONDO:
Your husband was involved

in the shooting
of a police officer.

Does the name "Crockett"
mean anything to you?

You have no right
to be in my home.

I thought you might say that.
Now you get to go to my house.

Come on.

The FBI has a match on the
name you got from Donna.

Crockett Jacobs. He's the leader
of a local sovereign group.

What we're after here
is not fighting.

It's conquering.

I don't have to kill anybody,

but if we need to shed blood

to change the current system,

that's exactly what we'll do.

So, that's the bastard
who shot Donna?

Yeah. I read Donna's
SWAT review.

Sounds like she got close.
She was as good as me.

I thought after I walked
through that door,

there'd be more following.

I know. There should be.

You can't tell me
women can't do it.

So where are they?

Chris, change is coming...
on a lot of things.

I've heard that before.

Her husband

is affiliated with the same
sovereign militia sect

responsible for two
bomb plots just last year.

Okay, wait a minute.
You going in

as a federal officer may
cause her to clam up.

It's my investigation, Sergeant.
I understand that,
but I'm local.

If she shares her husband's
philosophies about D.C.,

there's a chance I might get
more cooperation from her.

Okay, you go first,
but if I see

you're having trouble,
I'm stepping in.
Of course.

Lara, why don't you
have a seat?

You're gonna get sued.

You can't hold me
against my will.

You and your husband are
still fighting a tax bill.

Technically, there's a warrant
out for both of you,

so that gives us
the right to hold you.

Harley says we're not subject to
the constraints of federal taxes

or fines the government
imposes illegally.

Let me ask you a question.

As someone who doesn't
believe in taxes,

if your house was to catch fire,
who would you call?

911? Who pays for the roads
that you drive on?

The street lights?
You see, from what I understand,

sovereigns preach self-reliance.

So how is that not living off
the rest of us?

Harley and Crockett Jacobs

are planning
on hurting a lot of people.

My husband doesn't hurt people.

The government does that.

We lost everything
in the drought

when they
diverted our water.

We had a farm. Gone.

Is that why

your husband is
stockpiling cyanide?

Why he simply sat back and
watched Crockett shoot a cop?

That's not true.

Then I'm leaving.

No, you're not. Delta one-ten,
I need backup.

Turn off the car, sir.

Turn off the car!

Look, we understand
that your husband

is angry,
but angry enough to do what?

Commander, you have a minute?

Yeah. What's up?

What's this?
Some reform proposals

I had you read a
few months back.

Commissioner Plank
helped me fine-tune them.

And before it's officially

submitted today, I wanted
to give you a heads-up.

Ah. Well, it all
makes sense now.

The reason why
Commissioner Plank's

been here at HQ
so much lately.

We've been working
hard on this

to make sure it's fair to the
community and to the department.

Well, to be honest,
I thought you were trying

to get close to him because
you're angling for my job.

No, I'm just trying

to improve the relationship
between the people

and the police.
Mm-hmm.

And you think this is fair
to the department?

Because I don't see fair
in these bullet points.

The reason why I didn't forward
your proposal to Plank before,

well, apparently,
you went behind my back,

is because it's gonna turn
a lot of good cops against you.

I'm prepared to defend them
to any officer

willing to listen
with an open mind.

Open mind?
The commissioner and I...

Michael Plank doesn't have
to walk these halls every day.

You do. This'll never make it
past the police union.

Michael believes we'll be able
to overcome those obstacles.

So it's "Michael" now.

You'll be a pariah
with almost

everyone here.
Proposing changes

like this is the reason
you promoted me to captain

in the first place.

I'm standing behind it.

Like I said,
I felt I owe you the respect

to give you a heads-up.
And I owe you
the respect

to let you know
that I can't back you on this.

Found that at your
apartment, along with diapers

and baby clothes.

Only you don't have any kids.

And, well, you're not pregnant.

Are you?

I had a miscarriage.

After three days of being
deposed by four EPA lawyers

when we were trying to get
our water rights back.
So you're saying

the government is the reason
that you lost your baby?

Our son.

Yes, that's right.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry to hear
about your son.

But, Lara, the question
right now is how your husband

and Crockett intend to hurt
innocent people as payback.

Harley's a good man.
I think you're
a good wife,

and I think you're
standing by your man.

But I don't believe
for a second

that you would intentionally
inflict pain on other people.

And if you could,
you would talk Harley out

of doing whatever he's planning.

I married a proud man.

He was proud to work hard
and take care of me.

He was proud of the farm.

He was proud
to be starting a family.

When you take all those
things away from a man,

what takes the place
of where that pride used to be?

Okay, time to write
that letter, champ.
Hondo seems to be

getting close with the wife.
We might be on the move soon.

Yeah,
so get writing.

Let's get it in your locker.
I don't know.

Look, don't mess
around here, Street.
Like I said,

I'm not that superstitious.

And I've been fine
the last five months, right?

I think
I'm gonna take my chances.

You believe this?

Crockett's why we have all that
sovereign BS in our apartment.

He's made Harley worse
and worse lately.

I told him
that I'd get pregnant again,

but, um...

I couldn't.

I don't really know
what's wrong with me.

We didn't have enough money
to go to the doctor

to figure it out.

We spent it all fighting
for our farm.

Maybe if I'd been able
to get pregnant

this wouldn't be happening.

Lara, this isn't your fault.

But you are the only one
who can help Harley

see that using cyanide on people
is not gonna help his life.

Or yours.

Help me find Harley,

and I will do everything in
my power to bring him in safely.

There was this place

that Crockett found.

A place where
they hang out and...

have meetings and...

plan, I guess.

All right, listen up.
An unknown number

of armed sovereigns are holed up
in a ranch house down the road.

The FBI can't get 'em
to engage in negotiations.

It's unknown if the suspects
or the cyanide are still inside.

Better figure it out quick.

That's right. That means
we can't wait to go in.

Now, the situation
is not ideal.

We need to breach
the property and secure
the cyanide if it is inside.

Now, my team's
gonna be making entry. Mumford.

We're gonna come in
from the three side.

Make sure all the windows
are accounted for

before 20-David
makes entry.

We'll be their cover.
I can't stress enough

how motivated these
sovereigns are.

This is their White House
they're protecting.

Structure's fortified.

It's broad daylight.

The property offers little
to no cover.

All right. Let's get it done.

Sierra Team,
any movement inside?

Negative. All clear.

Let's move.

MUMFORD:
Hondo,

we're approaching
the rear of the house.

Let's go.

Whoa.

Trip lasers.

Mumford, be advised.

Trip lasers.

Go.

Sierra Team, side one,
muzzles out the window.

Everybody take cover!

Mumford, we're taking fire!

Are you okay?!

Are you all right?!
Just a ricochet.

Cover me! Go!

You have no jurisdiction!

You have no right to be here!

Leave now or we will kill you!

That's not from us.

Someone called in
the news choppers.

These guys are always trying
to be martyrs on camera.

Let's not give 'em
their wish today.

Street, go cover Tan.
Copy.

20 to 50-David,

smoke 'em out!
Roger that.

Rocker.
Tan,

smoke out the four side.

Go!

Luca, on me. Smoke
out the front.

Go!

Hands up! Hands up!
Give me the hands!
Let me see the hands!

Get your hands up!
Let me see the hands now!

Hands up!

Who else is inside?!
Who else
Let me see the hands now!

is inside?!
They're not talking!

20 to 50-David,

we're breaching.
Roger.

Masks on.

Let's go.

Deacon, Tan, right side!

Luca, Street, back!

I got movement!
Street, check the door.

LAPD!

Open the door!

You have no right to be here!

If you got a weapon in there,
put it down

and come out
peacefully!

You want to kill me
on private property?!

Try it!

We got
to get eyes inside.

Street.

Stay out! I'm warning you!

It's Harley Stone.
He's using the shower

to block the gas from his eyes.

That means he can't see us
coming either.

Street, throw
another one in.

LAPD! Police!
Police!

Empty.

Yeah, that's not good.

He's still under water.

Okay, the gas isn't working.
Are we going in?

No, he might make us do
something we don't want to do.

We got to flush him out.

Street, go to the back.

No! No, no!

Two! Two! Two!

Come on.

Turn around! Hands behind!

This is 20-David.

We're all clear.
Harley Stone is down.

Hondo, we got a problem.

Deac.

These are the same barrels
from the marina.

Empty. All of 'em.

So where's the cyanide?

I don't talk to anyone
that betrays the Constitution.

You think bringing my wife
in here will soften me up?

She's a free citizen, too.

You're breaking
so many laws.

I'm gonna report you.
What's your name, Officer?

Harley, please, just tell him
what Crockett's going to do

with the cyanide.
Lara, what are you doing?

Baby...
She doesn't want to see

any innocent people get hurt.
None of us do.

What we're doing is right.
If you really believed that,

then you would've told me
what you were planning.

I didn't tell you
to protect you.

Poisoning people
is protecting me?

You know that it's wrong,

and you know that I would've
told you that it's wrong.

Hey.
Hey.

Think you forgot
something in the kitchen.

You, too, now?

The letter's not
about you, okay?

It's about everyone else.

Luca and Tan believe
in the superstition,

so that makes it real.

So why don't you just
write it for them?

Well, truth is...

I don't have anyone
to leave a letter to.

What do you mean?

Well, my mom...

I don't know what I'm supposed
to think about her anymore.

And, uh...

there's really
no one else.

Kind of pathetic, right?

Address it to me.

To you?
Yeah.

I don't know if
you've noticed,

but ever since you
stopped hitting on me,

we've actually
become friends.

You're important to me.

Oh, yeah?

Don't make me
change my mind.

Okay, just...

just write the
letter already.

You know what they did
to our farm, to our baby.

The miscarriage is not
the government's fault.

We were in pain,

and we needed someone to
blame, but that doesn't mean

that we pass that pain
on to others, Harley.

No. They've been
brainwashing us

our whole lives, and they're
doing it to you right now.

I'm with you.

I am always with you.

But I am not okay
with killing people.

I can't let the others down.

I'm your wife.

Don't let me down, please.

And, look, unless you help
these officers

stop this...

you are not my husband.

Where's the cyanide?

Crockett's using you.

He's using your grief
to push his own agenda.

Where is it?

Baby.

This started with the
state agency taking our water.

We were gonna finish it
by poisoning theirs.

They were never gonna
convert it to gas.

They left it liquid to dump
it in a fresh water system.

You know where you're going?

Sure do.

Patrol officers are on scene.

We're code six.

Possible HRT.

The West Side Treatment plant
should already be evacuating

their 700-some employees
and shutting down operations.

Place is like a small city.

Yeah, Crockett's gonna
look to blend in.

It'll make it easier for
him to pump the cyanide

into the fresh water system.
Now, right here,

they lead directly into the
state agency's headquarters.

We got 15 seconds out!

This is for Donna.

We're looking
for three suspects.

We don't know what
two of them look like.

We'll find 'em.

Just be careful
they don't find you first.

All right, Mumford's team
is two minutes out.

Deacon, take Luca and Tan,
go to the control center.

See why this plant
hasn't been shut down.

All right, you two are with me.
Let's move.

All right, keep working.
Keith, come on.

GUARD: Hey, you cleared
to be in this section?

We got a security breach.

Uh, yeah. I got my
work order right here.
Whoa.

Keith, take, uh, Tommy,
here, to the work center.

Keep the plant
operational, all right?

We'll get that valve open here.

Chris, I'm gonna need you
on high ground.

Get eyes on
the targets. Go.

Street, with me.

If anybody moves,
I will kill you.

Stay where you're at.

Everything will be fine
if you don't move.

Deac, we got
a hostage situation.

Can we breach?

Negative. There's a mirror.

He'll see us coming for sure.

That's Crockett.

Street, you stay here.
I'm going up.

You cover me.

Okay.

Chris, you got eyes?
Negative.

Street, get up here
and secure this guy.

Crockett broke the lever.
I got the rabbit.

Deacon, what's your status?
We got a hostage situation.

Find a way to shut down
this plant.

I'm gonna take
another position.

On my count,
shoot the mirror,

bang the room.

Got it.

DEACON:
I'm in position. On my count.
Three, two, one.

Go! Go! Go!
Drop your gun! Drop the gun!

Can you turn the system off?!
It'll take about ten minutes!

That still gives them time
to poison the water.

Let's go, let's go.
Come on.

Come on, let's
go, this way.

Hondo, we've neutralized
the threat

in the control room, but it's
gonna take ten minutes

to shut the system down.

You got to keep them
from dumping that cyanide.

I'm working on it!

Aah!

Zero little piggies.

Why'd you let him have a moment
with his wife after all he did?

I didn't do it for him,
I did it for her.

It would've been a really
bad day without her.

Okay, ma'am, right this way.

I talked to
Donna's doctors.

They're expecting her
to make a full recovery.

When she's ready, I want her
trying out again.

You won't be the only woman
in SWAT much longer.

Are creeping within

You think this place can
take that much estrogen?

They'll have to.

And I need one more chance

Now that time
is running thin

Night, boss.

Good night, Chris.

Well, you are the things

That'd make up my dreams

* When I've spent every dime

That jingled my jeans

I deserve every stone

That's thrown out at me

And I'll think of your smile

I'm in love with your teeth

Oh...

Da-da-da

I'm losin' when I am not
playing no games

* Now, would you take me back

When I've gambled my pay?

And I've got no directions

Without her little fingers

Barbed wire, razor wire

Nothing keeps me from her

Oh...

Well, damn.

Nobody should
look that good

and be that lethal.

13:34.
Okay, that's not bad.

How'd you know
I'd be here?

Ah, come on, Jess.

This is where you
always come to escape.

I know you remember that
little competition we had

once upon a time.
You mean our first date?

Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I was not aware
that was a date.
It was.

I also remember you losing.
Okay, I damn sure

don't remember that,
'cause I did not lose.

Maybe it was a tie.

You know, I read
the bullet points

on your reform
proposals today.

You here to tell me how much
cops are gonna hate it?
Hey.

You really think after all this
time I wouldn't support you?

Oh...

Your shot.

Did Deacon get the letter?

Ah, I was wondering who helped
her get in there.

Jess, you know,
we all have letters.

The one in my locker's
addressed to my pops.

* If you're runnin' away,
I'm lookin' for you *

Hey.

And if you've lost your way

I'm seein' you through...

I wouldn't want
anyone reading anything

that would get
you in trouble.

But that's not to say
that in my kitchen,

in a certain recipe book,
there's not something

addressed to you.

Well, make sure
I never get to read it.

That's the plan.

Best out of three?

Bring it.

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