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-Previously onSWAT...
-CHRIS: Want to get

into her good graces?
Call her Mama Pina.

MAMA PINA:
I open my home

to undocumented women
escaping bad situations.

My, uh, cell phone
number's on the back.

If you need any help
in the future,

I'm your first call.Okay.

Three years ago, I started
thinking about adoption.

I told the agency yes.

I need to know
where we stand.

We'll figure it out
together then.

[sirens wailing]

Got an inmate here
who needs help.

What happened to him?Seizures started

a half hour ago.
We were taking him

to University Hospital,
but didn't think he'd make it.

You guys were
the nearest ER.

Dipping in and out
of consciousness?

LEE:
Mostly out.

Facial drooping.

Dilated pupils.

Can we lose his restraints?

Uh, not a chance. No.

Code Blue.

Page Dr. Gregory.
Escalating seizures,

possible intracerebral
hemorrhage. Let's get him

prepped for imaging.
Neurosurgeon's on his way.

NICHELLE:
And before you hang up,

remind the caller
we'll be sending

a two-person team
to help de-escalate.

911 dispatch will only forward

non-violent calls
to the hotline,

but police
and paramedics

are standing by
if it goes sideways.

You have a question, Debra?

Yeah, I thought the whole point

was to stop the LAPD
from aggravating people.

Why involve
cops at all?

Our program,
which we're calling "C.O.P.E.,"

works in tandem with the police,
not in opposition to them.

This pilot program
was actually founded

by a police officer, who's

right over there.How y'all doing?

My name's Hondo.

I'm a SWAT officer,

just like my friend
Dominique Luca over here.

Hey. Hey, everyone.
Nice to meet you.Listen.

It's really important

that civilians like
yourselves and Nichelle

are at the forefront
of this program.

When someone has a mental health
episode, sometimes the last

person they want to talk to
is a uniformed officer.

Got anything to add, Luca?

Yeah, piece of advice. When you
first respond to a call,

just take a step back
and listen

to what the person has to say.
I mean, maybe

she was fired, maybe
his wife walked out on him.

You're gonna meet people
on the worst day of their lives,

so try to imagine
that you're talking

to someone like your own mother,
your own sibling.

Me and my sister
don't get along.[laughter]

Well, then maybe you
should stick to the mama plan.

[laughter]

We just want
to say thank you

for giving up your time
to help people.

It really can
make a difference.

I know it did for me.

Okay, well, that about
covers it, everyone.

Stay around to chat,
just be sure

to get your credentials
before you leave.

Thank you.[overlapping conversations]

Nichelle might be a legit saint,
man, spearheading this project,

adopting a baby, putting up

with your ass.
It's hard to believe

she'll be a mom
three weeks from now.

You know, it's actually
two weeks and two days, Luca.

Or at least that's
the birth mother's due date.

I just spent the weekend

at Nichelle's place
painting the nursery,

and if you think for a second
there's only one shade of lilac,

let me tell you,
you're wrong.

You feel ready?

I mean, seems like
this all happened so fast.

Am I ready to date
a woman with a baby?

Yeah.Yeah. Of course.

As ready as I can be.

Hey, I think something's
going on with Nichelle.

Okay. Thank you.
I'm on my way.

What's going on?

Crystal's in labor.

Is everything okay?
Is this too early?
No.

Everything is fine.
It's not too early.

She's 37 weeks.

Um, I have to get
to Riverside.

My rep is meeting me
at the adoption agency.Okay, baby, go.

We'll wrap things up here.
Call as soon

as you know anything.Okay.

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

Mmm.

It's really happening.Not if you don't get

your cute butt over there.
Now go. Go.

MAN [over P.A.]:
Dr. Miller to surgical con B.

We need this patient prepped
and ready for surgery.

Let's get him
sedated.

I don't want a hematoma leaving
us with a hemorrhagic stroke.

Yes, sir.[monitors beeping]

SURGEON:
How are his vitals?

Vitals are stable.

[monitor beeping rapidly]

[gasps]

Don't say a word.

There are officers
right outside.

You walk out, they'll shoot...Shut the hell up!

I kill the next person
that speaks.

All of you,
get in there.

Get in there.

Put this on.

Quick.
Where's the rest
of the stuff?

Here. Everything
you asked for.

We got to move.

Hold on a second.
Something I want to do.

What's that?Defibrillator.

360 joules.

We're gonna get out of here,
we're gonna need some cover.

Thanks for helping.

These girls can use
all the security they can get.

Yeah, of course.

It's a nice change of pace.

You know there's
no paycheck, right?

Uh, that's what you think.
Wait till you see the tab

I run up at dinner.
I mean, come on.[chuckles]

You said you'd take me out
for a meal if I helped you out.

B.S. I said
I'd buy you a burger.

Well, I want my burger

at Paul's Chophouse,
and I want it tonight.

A promise
is a promise.

Marta Valdez, the girl
from El Salvador?

Yes.

This is a
notice to appear

at immigration court
this afternoon.

Marta's case
was fast-tracked.

A few months ago, she was
charged with felony possession.

A girl at her restaurant
gave her a ride,

and the cops found pills
in the glove box.

It wasn't her fault.

Doesn't matter. Immigration
court can use the police records

to deport Marta,
no questions asked.

The only way they'll let her
stay is if she's granted asylum.

We told her that,
but she said she won't go.

Why not?The things that happened

to Marta
in El Salvador.

There were men
that, uh,

that did terrible things to her.

It's something Marta
just doesn't talk about.

Well, she has to.

Where is she now?At her job.

Will you go see her?Of course.

Thank you.

I told her that
we could trust you,

that you
would listen.

We're gonna make it.

Not if you
don't ease up.

She recognized you.Keep walking.

It's him! He's getting away!

Stop!
Down on the ground!

[gunfire]

LEE:
Shots fired.
Newburn Memorial Hospital.

Surgical unit.

Two suspects armed,
wearing scrubs.

You won't
make it out!

Put your guns down!

[machine whirring][oxygen hissing]

Oh, no.

♪

I heard your girlfriend's
expecting a special delivery.

When will you know?Soon, I hope.

Birth mother's already
been at it for three hours.

Three hours is nothing.

Took Barb 20 with Molly,
16 with JP.

You're bragging like you
actually did something.

I did. I waited.
It was stressful.

[chuckles] Yeah,
that's what I hear.

All right, how does a prisoner

trick deputies
to bring him off-site?

I mean, it can't be their
first fake medical crisis.

Must've been a hell
of a performance.

Deacon's on with the warden now.
Maybe he'll know something.

Joey Baratta.
A decade into

a life sentence.
Nine murders that we know of.

Weapon of choice
is the vehicle-borne IED.

And he was exclusively
a car bomber?

Maximum damage,
minimum risk.

Boston native.

Defended Moreti family's
interests on the East Coast

until blessing L.A. with his
criminal presence in 2005.

ATF tracked him down a few years
later and put him away.

Until today.

You seem to be well-acquainted
with this guy already.

The ATF agent who caught him
used to be a friend of mine.

Guards found a bootleg drink
in Baratta's cell,

triggers an allergic reaction
that mimics a stroke.

Doctors wouldn't have been able
to know that he faked it

until they got him
into surgery.

That's pretty risky.
Guy must be desperate.

Well, desperate doesn't
begin to cover it.

Earlier this year,
he was diagnosed

with grade four brain cancer.

Just last week,
they said he's got

two months to live,
three tops.

Warden got any idea
where he might want

to spend his final days?

From what it sounds like,
he thinks he's gonna lay low.

Said he'd bet the farm
we never hear from him again.

[phones chiming]

[groans]

Well, I hope you took
that bet, Deac.

Look at this.

What are the odds
that's not Baratta?

There's no way
that's a coincidence.

Rocker's squad's out that way.

I'll have them
secure the blast site.

I wonder how many people
are out there that Baratta

would like to get even with.

We better figure out
who those people are

and get them under
protective custody.

Maybe I'll swing by
the blast site.

See if there's
anything there.All right. Bring Luca.

I got a hunch this guy's
just getting started.

TAN:
Eyewitness saw the victim

turn the ignition, then his van
went up in a fireball.

One dead,
six wounded.

We have no clue
why he was targeted?

No clear-cut link to Baratta?

No. From what
I could find,

he was a normal guy.
Works as a forest ranger,

volunteered
at his church.

What if Baratta picked
his van at random?

He might be going
scorched earth.

One last rampage
to remember him by.

[knock on door]

Been a long time, Bob.

[chuckles] Maybe not
long enough, huh?

How you doing?
Ray Kaminski.

Explosive specialist,
ATF.

What's your name, kiddo?

Victor Tan. Good to meet you.

Likewise.

The hell are you
doing here, Ray?

KAMINSKI:
LAPD has formed an emergency

joint task force.
ATF sent me as point.

Higher-ups know I have
a history with Baratta.

Figured, you know, since
I helped catch him before,

I can do it again.

Tell them the truth.

You're just a munitions grunt
who got lucky.

I'd ask you if he's always
this ornery, but...

we were roomies
back at the Academy,

think I know
the answer.

You expected me to change?Well...

it's been a while
since you lost Barb.

Thought maybe by now
you'd thawed out.

[computer beeps]

Deac sent crime scene photos.

Magnets.

That's Baratta's
signature.

He gets a block of C-4,
secures it to the undercarriage

with these magnetic disks,
ties it into

the fuel line, turns the car
itself into a bomb,

like a mechanic from hell.

In order to get that
under the van in public,

he had to have had a lookout.
He's got outside help.

We know he has
an accomplice.

It's how he escaped
in the first place.

You got a lead
on the guy's I.D.?

Yeah, I didn't
think so.

Lucky for you...

TAN:
Guy from the hospital.

How'd you get this?Got a contact,

works for a
demolition company,

recognized him from the news.
Said he came in

nosing around looking to buy
plastic explosives last week.

Thought it was suspicious, so...

he pulled an image.Tattoo on his arm,

barbed wire making an "S."
That's a prison tat.

Run it through the Department
of Corrections archive,

see if it hits.

I'll have Kaminski
text it to you.

Kind of a funny way
to have a reunion, huh?

A Scout leader blew up
in his church van.

Nothing about today's funny.

Haven't spoken in years,
two minutes in,

you're already correcting me.

Where's your armory?
I'll set up shop there.

You'll find it.

STREET:
Hey.

How'd it go
with Marta?

You think she'll make it
to immigration court?

She ghosted me.
I went to her restaurant,

but she ducked out
the back.

Man, she must really be scared

of whatever she thinks
is coming.

I told Mama Pina I'd give
Marta another chance,

but she has to
come to me.

You can't want something
for someone

more than she
wants it for herself.Yeah.

So... we on for dinner
after work?

Come on. You've
been wanting to try

Paul's Chophouse
since it opened.

Medium rare.

Side of broccolini.

What the hell, a girl's
got to eat.Great,

'cause I already made
reservations. After work, 8:00.

Say hi to Grandma.

Bye.

Love you.

Twins are safe
at my mom's.

Said the cops are outside now.Do the boys know

that their dad
just blew up someone's vehicle?

Do they even know
he escaped?

Not sure they'd care
if they did.

Joey hasn't seen them
since they were in diapers.

They're 11.[tablet beeps]

Can you confirm that you see
your ex in this video?

Yeah. That's him.

Joey Baratta.

You recognize the man he's with?

No. Joey always had

some sidekick around,
doing whatever he said.

He's a manipulative man.

It's why I stayed with him
for so long.

That and the boys.

Plus, Joey was paying
the bills, so... [sighs]

I thought I was done
with this crap.

Now, I need you
to tell me the truth.

Do you have any idea
where he's hiding out?What?

Hell no.You sure about that?

'Cause I think he gave you a
heads-up about his escape plans.

What are you talking about?Guards found a burner phone

in his cell. Looks like
he placed a ten-minute call

to your office line last week.
Do you remember that?

You got to be
kidding me.

He called to tell me his cancer
spread, and he didn't have long.

He wanted to talk to our boys.

I said no.
Is that a crime?

Depends on what else
you discussed.

You have kids, Sergeant?

Well...

I'll take that as a no.

Maybe one day,
you'll know what it feels like.

Being a single parent.

There's not many
things harder.

[knock, door opens]

Excuse me.

Baratta's accomplice is
an ex-con named Nick Russo.

Two of them met in prison
a few years ago.

Only address we found for Russo
is out in Barstow.

Cops are
hitting it now.

Russo got any ties to L.A.?Just an ex-girlfriend

who moved here last year after
filing a restraining order.

Think she's in danger?Have Deacon and Luca
stop by her place.

See if she's willing to come in.

Katie Erdman.

14B.

Tan say why she ordered the
restraining order against Russo?

No, but given
his choice of friends,

I can only imagine.[muffled music playing]

[knocks on door]

DEACON:
Katie Erdman?

LAPD. It's a welfare check.

[tool whirring]

LAPD.

Katie?

This is LAPD. Anyone home?

Katie?

LUCA:
Hey.

Bedroom's clear.
Taped to her mirror.

Russo.

Boyfriend of the year.

Yeah, check out the date on
the bottom. Taken ten days ago.

Katie's not much
of an ex.

She's not much
of a cook either.

Look at that.

Obviously trying
to destroy evidence.

Ah, man, long-lens surveillance.

Photos of license plates,

shots of parking lots.Speeding ticket.

Russo was clocked doing 110

on his red Ducati 1098
couple weeks back.

HICKS:
Talk to me, Tan.

Russo used the apartment
as a war room

to plan Baratta's escape,
the bombing,

maybe a whole lot more.

We put a BOLO out
on the Ducati?Yeah.

This is what we salvaged
from all the burnt evidence.

He surveilled dozens of targets,
but destroyed his notes.

Still, we matched a few photos
to the locations

they were taken.HICKS: Any of these cars owned
by people linked to Baratta?

Someone he'd want
to kill? Bookies,

loan sharks,
informants?

No. No one in Baratta's orbit.

A red Ducati was just seen
speeding in the Valley.

Raced out of the
Phelps Law Firm's parking lot.

Defense attorneys.

Maybe one of them
represented Baratta.

You think he's after
his old lawyer?

Any of Russo's surveillance take
place anywhere near that firm?

This photo looks like
it was taken

right in their
parking lot.

1200 block of East Mason.

Well, they just planted
an IED in this guy's car.

I'll call the firm to start
evacuating. Roll out!

[sirens wailing]

All right,
Deac and Luca,

cover the one side.
Keep people moving.

Be firm, but calm.
We don't want panic.

We're looking for a silver car,
plate starts with "4."

Go.

I need you to walk this way.

Head to that
sidewalk, please.

Stay away from
the cars, everyone.

Away from the cars.Over here, over here.

This side of me.
Folks, keep moving.

20-David. Row two is clear.
Moving to row three.

Hold on. Tan.

Think I found the car.Hey. Step away

from the vehicle.HONDO: Sir, we need you

to get out on the street
for your own safety.

Move.TAN: Dealer plates.

Wrong car.
Repeat, wrong car.

Go out that way.

Head out towards
the street.

Bomb! There's a bomb
inside the building!

Come on.Go, go, go, go.

HONDO:
I found the target!

Silver sedan.

It's the right plate.
Sir! Stop! Wait!

Do not start that car![engine starts]

[explosion]

Sir, sir.

Open your eyes. Look at me.What?

I... I can't hear you.

There was an explosion.

One of your former clients
escaped from prison.

Joey Baratta.

We think he's out for revenge.Who?

I never had
a client named Baratta.

Why would he
do this to me?

HICKS:
The victim finish giving
his statement?

He's represented
some hardcore criminals,

just not Baratta.

So why'd Baratta
blow up his car?

It doesn't make sense.It will.

Just keep digging.

Kaminski still chatting it up
out there with the bomb techs?

Of course he is.

Just thrilled
to have a day off

from writing
fireworks citations.

What's his issue with Kaminski?

Just between you and me?

Kaminski dated Hicks's wife
Barb during the Academy days.

It's actually
how Hicks met Barb.

So, Hicks was the O.G.
Mr. "Steal Your Girl"?

Never would'vethought.

How'd it become
lifelong beef?

A few years
before Barb got sick,

she and Hicks went through
a rough patch.

I'd guess Kaminski
cozied back up to her,

nearly wrecked Hicks's marriage,

and it all blew up the night
before Barb's funeral.

What happened?Kaminski showed up

to her wake,
and Hicks just went off.

The way I remember it,
it almost ended in blows.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Hey. Gonna hitch
a ride back to HQ.

Chris took the SUV.

Deacon,
how's she doing?

Uh, good, I think.
You know, she's... she's Chris.

Hmm.I know she's been
spending a lot of time

at that safe house
helping out the girls there.

She might be juggling
one ball too many.

Help me keep an eye
on her, all right??

Yeah. Course.
Any word from Nichelle yet?

I'm sorry. I don't know why
I asked that.

You would've
said something.

You'd think
I'd know that,

having been through it
four times.

Don't even sweat it,Deac.

Adoption reps are probably
walking Nichelle

through 100 things right now.
She'll call me when she can.

You feeling a little left out
of the process, huh?

You know, I didn't think
I would, but yeah.

I know it won't be my signature
on the adoption papers, but...

Nichelle's important to me,
which means

this kid will be, too.

What if Baratta's
not out for revenge?

Why else do you think
he'd do this?

I'm not sure yet.

Maybe the answer's
back in that prison.

Marta, I'm glad you came.

I only have a minute,
so please listen to me.

You have to show up
to your asylum hearing today.

You got to tell them
the truth about

what you suffered in El Salvador
and why you fear going back.

It's the only way
they're gonna let you

stay in this country.
Do you understand?

Mama Pina said
to give you this.

I, uh...

I wrote what happened
to me in the city,

with the men.

How they used me, how...

they said they
will find me

and cut me to pieces
and feed me to the dogs.

I-I wrote it allin here.

I'm so sorry, Marta. It's awful.

I'm glad you're
writing in a journal.

Sometimes it's part
of healing.

I know it was for me, too.

Is it okay I wrote it
in Spanish?

The journal?
What do you mean?

You can give the court my story.

It can't be a written statement.

You have to talk
about what happened...No! I won't. It-it-it...

It makes me too...
[whimpers]

It's the only way
they're gonna give you

a shot at being granted asylum.

I do not think
I can do it, Chris.

What if I go with you later?

When you're
in front of them,

and you feel like
you can't speak,

you can just look at me,
and we'll get through it.

LUCA:
Deac, look what was scraped off
the bottom of that oven.

It's the last six digits
of a bank account.

Russo must've opened it
for Baratta with a stolen I.D.

TAN:
And check it out.
A $50,000 deposit

hit the account
earlier today.

It was wired from someone
in the Caymans.

DEACON:
Oh, look at that.

Somebody just deposited
another 50 Gs.

These car bombs...

Baratta's getting paid
to execute people.

Yeah, but who's paying him?

And what's a dying man
need all this money for?

This is Sergeant David Kay
calling for the warden.

Bob.

Got a questionfor you.

On both explosivesso far,

Baratta used a modified
adapter hose

to connect the device
to the fuel line,

so what I need to know is...Be honest with me.

What was your endgame
all those years ago?

Did you really think Barb
was gonna run off with you?

Be honest?

Crossed my mind, yes.

I've burned a few bridges
in my lifetime, Bob,

but Barb and I,
we just...

knew how to listen
to one another.

[scoffs]

What a crock.

I remember you two
as a couple way back,

always fighting.

One fight. One.
And you...

dove in.You broke up.

She came to you
as a friend.

Next thing I knew,
I'm third wheel

between my roommate
and my girlfriend.

She was the mother
of my children, Ray,

and you made a move.

I've apologized
100 times over.

We never once
crossed a line.

Never once.

And then you show up
at the wake.

Five years later.

My kids were wrecks.

It was all I could do
to get dressed,

and I get to the funeral home
to see you.

She was my friend.

She was my wife!

She only sought my company
because you were too damn busy.

Oh, please.That-that-that.
See? That's it.

She told you that,
but you don't listen.

You don't listen
to anybody, Bob.

Yeah.

You didn't take care of Barb
the way you should have.

You weren't there
when she got sick.

You have no idea
what it was like.

I know she deserved
better than you.

Who, Ray?

A twice-divorced
alcoholic

who hasn't seen their
only kid since the '90s?

Screw you.

You're right,

but screw you.

What is that?

It's a tilt fuse.

You fill it with mercury.

Ignition turns,
gas starts to flow.

It tilts. Boom.

Is that what you wanted
to talk about?

See these two fittings
on the connector pieces?

Well, those have been
machine-crimped.

Back in the day, mechanics used
this huge pneumatic machine

to clamp these
onto the fuel line.

What the hell am I
supposed to know about that?

There's only one garage
in all of L.A. that

has an operational
1949 Press-O-Matic.

Thought you might want
to take a ride.

All right.

I'll go.

But we drive separate.

DEACON:
I just briefed the warden
on our two targets.

The forest ranger
that Baratta killed

in his van
and the attorney

he tried to kill.What'd the warden say?

Either one of these guys
do any time?

No, but they both
know someone who did.

Do you remember
Henry Lee Allen?

Yeah. The multi-millionaire
serial killer.

Do you remember
how he got caught?A witness saw Allen

burying a body in the woods,
and he called it in.

That's right.

The witness--
a forest ranger.

The same man that Baratta
blew up in his van.

Deacon, in the defense
attorney's statement,

he mentioned that
Allen was one of his

high-profile clients.He's two for two.

Baratta's taking out
Allen's enemies one by one.

For 50K a pop.

It's the only security
he can leave his family

with the little time
he's got left.

[phone rings][sighs] All right.

We got to do a deep dive
on Allen,

create an enemies list.Well, Street and Tan

are already working the phones.
We'll keep at it.

All right.

Hey. Tell me you got

some baby news,
Nichelle.

NICHELLE [over phone]:
The baby was born,

but Crystal changed her mind.

What do you mean?

When they put the baby
in her arms,

she backed out of the adoption.What?

Can she do that?

It's her child.

I don't understand.
She signed the agreement.

There's a ten-day grace period
in case this happens.

I just can't believe
it happened to me.

My place is...

full of baby clothes,

her nursery.

[crying] I...

I can't go back there.

Okay, listen to me.

We're gonna figure
this out together.

[Nichelle crying]

Why don't you just
go to my house.

I'll come home
right after my shift, okay?

You're not gonna believe this.
Henry Lee Allen is facing

a string of murder charges
in Texas.

There's an extradition
hearing tomorrow.

So, if California's
about to turn him over,

Allen must be desperate

to get even with
his enemies while he can.

Or what if Allen has
Baratta and Russo

aiming to stop the extradition
hearing from happening?

By targeting
the judge.

Do we have Allen's
extradition order?

"Judge Mary Grant."

She hasn't even signed off yet.

Get her into police custody,
just to be safe.

I'll call the courthouse.

[phone vibrating]GRANT:
It's not the end of the world

if you don't make
singles, honey.

You and Sam will be
great doubles partners.

Nice to see you, Judge.

Hey. Deac told us Nichelle's
adoption fell through.

I'm so sorry, boss.Me, too.

Of all the things
I prayed for--

smooth delivery,
healthy child--

birth mother keeping her word
was never on my list.

And Nichelle
doesn't deserve this.

She wanted this so bad,
Luca, and to be honest,

seeing her joy lately, I started
to feel the same way.

Hey, Chris just spoke
to Judge Grant's housekeeper.

She said the judge took her kid

to tennis practice.Do we know where?

Astor Park, west side courts.Let's move out.

You really think they assembled
these explosives way out here?

Well, this is the only garage
with a machine

that'd mark those fittings
like that.

You're the specialist.

Robert Hicks, LAPD.
This is Agent Kaminski

with the ATF. We got a couple
of questions if that's okay.

This guy ever come in?

Maybe pay to use an old piece
of machinery?

Nope.

KAMINSKI:
You, uh, ever lay
eyes on that man?

Yeah. Car bomb psycho.

Saw him on TV.
Why you asking?

HICKS:
Mind if we look

at your recent security footage?

Got a warrant?

Got a pink slip
for every car on your lot?

You rattled his cage.

I'm gonna step out. Calling
for backup just to be safe.

You got to turn your hips
at the baseline.

Get your racquet back
and follow through.

[drops keys]

[car door closes]

[siren wailing]

STREET:
Don't start the engine!

HONDO:
We're LAPD.

Step out of the car, Judge.

Come with me.It's rigged!

Get out now!HONDO: Over here! Over here!
Come on! Come on!

Everyone, go, go!

Go this way.Move back!

[panicked chatter]

DEACON:
Is that Baratta?

Hondo, it's Baratta!

HONDO:
Go! Go! Go!

DEACON:
Baratta! LAPD!

Deacon, hold.

Come out of there
with your hands up now!

We know
about your cancer diagnosis,

that you don't have long.

But you still got time
to set things straight

if you step out
with your hands up!

BARATTA:
Sure you want me to do that?

Hondo. If the mercury
in that vial tilts...

20-David. I need a 50-yard
perimeter around that building.

No one comes near.

Hey, it doesn't have
to end this way!Yeah.

It does!HONDO:
Okay, wait, wait!

The twins, man.

Look at me.

I can get your boys
on the phone.

That's who you're
doing this for, right?

The money's for them.

To leave something behind

before you die.

Do it then!

Okay. I'm calling 'em right now.[dialing]

I just need you to keep
that hand steady for me.

Luca, you got eyes?

In position, Deac. Stand by.

If I can separate

the fuse from the explosive,
the bomb deactivates.

DEACON:
Wait.

You're gonna shoot the line?

Might be the only way.

They're not picking up!HONDO: They will.

Just give it a second.DEACON: He's not gonna

wait much longer.

If I could
just get a clean shot.

Tell my boys I did everything
I could to take care of 'em!

He's gonna do it, Luca.
Take the shot.

Come on.

[grunts]

HONDO:
Suspect down.

Send in the bomb squad.

Move in! Now!

Stay down! Stay down!Stay down!

DEACON:
It's just a graze wound.

Nobody's dying today.

Get your hands
behind your back.

HONDO:
Go! Let's go!

This is 20-David.

Baratta's in custody.
We got him.

We're Code 4.

Who did you even call?

Nobody, but he didn't know that.

[groaning]

It's over, Baratta.

No. It's not.

Hey.Hey. I got to bail
on dinner tonight.

If I don't show up
to Marta's hearing,

I'm not sure
she'll have the guts to testify.

You know these things
can last hours.

Buy me a burger
some other time.

Rain check, okay?Okay.

[siren wailing,
helicopter whirring]

Cover units requested.
Just checking on their status.

We're out in the middle
of nowhere past Route 139.

Where's your friend?

I thought you said
he'd be right back.

Oh, he will be.
He just needed some air.

[keyboard clicking]

HICKS:
Wait a minute. That's Russo.

Whoa, whoa.

Come here.
You're under arrest.

I didn't know
he was making bombs

when he first
came in here, I swear.

But I heard him talking
to the other one on the phone.

The psycho.[grunts]

He sent him pictures
of you guys coming up here

before you even came in.

You should check on your friend.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Said his name
was Kaminski, right?That's right.

I heard the psycho tell him
to take care of that guy.

MAN [over radio]:
Officers are on the way.

Kaminski!

Look under your car!

Relax.
What are you worried about?

Russo was here when we showed
up. He had Baratta on the phone.

He might be
targeting you.

Check it.

All clear.

[clicks, beeps]

What was that?

I need you to check
under my seat.

There's an explosive.

Do you see a silver coil?

[soft ticking]

There's four of 'em.

What are those?

They're pressure sensors.
Son of a bitch.

Baratta has changed up
his game again.

I activated it

when I sat down.

If I get up, my car explodes.

Hell, if I even shift my weight,
it may go up.

What can I do?

Just step away from the car.

Backup's already on the way.

Wait a minute.

There's an egg timer on here.

How much time is left on it?

HICKS:
Six minutes.

[chuckles]: Oh.

He's forcing me to sit here
because he wants me

to live in the fear.
How deranged is that?

Bob, please.
I'm not gonna ask you again.

Get away from the car.

Is this your bomb kit?Hey.

I'm gonna take that as a "yes."Don't even think about it.

Bob? Bob, I didn't
think you were smart,

but I didn't know
you were stupid.

Now, you can't do this.

I know I can't do this.

That's why you're gonna
walk me through it.

Damn, it Bob, just get away.

The sooner you help me disarm
this thing,

the sooner we get out of here.

We're both in this
together now.

All right,
listen to me.

You've got to calm down.

It you're gonna try to help,

calm down.I am calm.

[scoffs]You're the one sitting

on a bomb, Kaminski.[siren chirps]

No! No!

Live explosives!

Stay back, understand?

Nobody come closer.

Ooh. We got
under three minutes left.

What do I do first?

Somewhere you should find,
like, a small circuit board,

uh, size of a half dollar.
See if you can find it.

HICKS:
It's more like a checkbook.

Wow. This guy's a lunatic.

This is like some,
just, game to him.

What's on the board?

A red flashing light.

A whole mess of wires--
orange, yellow, green.

Colors don't matter.
What I need you to do is tell me

which one is hot to the touch.

Well, it's 90 degrees out.

How am I gonna know
which one's hot?

You'll know.

Orange,

I think. I don't know.
Maybe yellow.

They're both hot.

Trust your gut. Which one?

Orange.

All right. Take the small box
out of the kit

and turn it on.

All right, it's on.

Attach the clamps

to the orange wire

two inches apart.

Okay, two inches.Do not allow

those clamps
to touch any other wire.

Understand?I got this. I got it. My hand...

My-my hands are shaking.You'll be fine.

Just take a deep breath.

Close your eyes.
Think happy memories.All right, I got it.

Bob, think of happy thoughts.

I got it. I got it.All right.

Uh...

I've got one.

Okay.

The clamps are attached.

All right, so now, just

cut it in the middle--
the orange wire--

between the two clamps.Okay.

I got it.

[beeps]

I did it.

Is that it? I think I did it.

[sighs]

Did I do it?

You did it.

See? You did it.

[laughs softly]

How's it feel?

That was a bit of a rush.

Oh, yeah.

DEACON:
Hey.

How'd it go at the courthouse?

Tan filled me in on the girl
you've been trying to help.

I got there just
in time for Marta

to speak
to the immigration panel.

She did about as well
as I could've hoped.

She, uh, told them the truth.

When will you know whether or
not she's been granted asylum?

You know how the court works.

It could be a week,
could be months.

Doesn't seem fair.
The thought of her getting

sent back to El Salvador, to
what's waiting for her there.

Well, you've done everything
you can to help this girl.

So why do I feel like
I should be doing more?Because

you know that
there'll never be a shortage

of people that need help.

You've got a very deep sense
of service.

Deeper than anyone I know.

You're a good cop, Chris.
A great cop.

Just hope you can admit that
to yourself sometimes.

[phone chimes]

Hey. I'm taking off.

Just wanted to say
thank you for everything.

Ah, don't mention it.

You know, they picked Russo
and his girlfriend up

at an airport in Ventura.Yeah, I heard.

Baratta's saying
he did all this for his kids.

Said he wanted to have something
to leave 'em. [chuckles]

A demented,
blood-money nest egg.

I haven't had

a day like that
in a long, long time.

Hope I never have
a day like that again.

Hey, um...

...I'm sorry for what I said.

Yeah. So am I.

I'll see you around.

Yeah.

It's been a real blast, huh?
[laughs]

Hey, Ray?

I was a good husband to her.

I know.

Baby.

[sniffles, sighs]

Oh.

I can't even begin
to tell you how sorry I am.

This was out of your control.

You did nothing
to deserve this.

I know I didn't lose a child,

because I never
had a child to lose.

So why does it feel like I did?

This pain.No.

I love children, but maybe I'm
just not cut out to be a mother.

No, no, don't say that.

Why not? It's true.Look at me.

It is not true.

No woman on this planet
is more prepared

to be a mother than you are.

Nichelle, you are
so thoughtful,

you're an amazing teacher,

and you make a mean PB&J.[laughs]

I withdrew my name
from consideration

with the adoption agency.

I can't ever go through
something like this again.

Hey.

Let's have a kid together.

Don't say that just
to make me feel better.

I'm not saying it
to make you feel better.

And I'm sorry it took today
to make me realize it.

I've been thinking a lot
about us,

our life together.

There's nothing I want more.

I'm not as young

as most women are when
they have their first child.

[chuckles]:
Okay, well, look at me.

I'm not as young
as most men, but so what?

So it might be a process.

You want someone to go
through that process with?

I want to have a family
with you.

What do you want?

I want the same thing.

[sniffles]

Me and you.

We're gonna be okay.

Yeah.

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