All language subtitles for S07E02 - Peace Talks eng

Previously on SWAT...

Gaz Verdugo. Mexican
officials just agreed

to extradite him back to L.A.

to get him tried for her murder.

Hicks is flying a couple
of us out to Mexico City

to escort him back
to the States.

You must be Officer Bautista.

Call me Gabriel.

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

Any idea what Verdugo
was doing in Mexico City

in the first place?

Verdugo had a high-stakes
deal lined up.

Thieves got away with a
thermobaric vacuum bomb

worth two million.

Verdugo's deal is going down.

Let her go!

The thermobaric vacuum
bomb... it's gone.

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

You look amazing.

What are you doing?

You took the bomb.

Where's Powell?

Taxi's gonna be here any minute.

I don't know.

I'll call her.

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

They want me to explain

how Verdugo escaped
custody and is now dead,

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

Sir, they should be thanking us

for saving them a
bunch of tax dollars.

She's not answering.
Let me text her.

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

you'd still expect the brass

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

I got a teething baby
waiting on me back home.

Nichelle's been counting
down the seconds

until she can finally
pass the baton.

Slather Vivienne's
pacifier in teething gel.

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

Oh. You know what?
On second thought,

stick to a teething ring.

Copy that, sir.

I got nothing from Powell.

I'll give her another minute,

and then I'll go
knock on her door.

All right.

Hey, sorry.

Luca blending his
morning smoothie

has become my alarm clock.

With him away, I overslept.

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

Uh, yeah.

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

But he says he's
whipping them into shape.

And Luca is loving London.

Sounds like he's enjoying
the nightlife more

than the counter
terrorism training.

Wish he'd stay there
a few more weeks,

to be honest. Why?

Things not working out
with you guys as roommates?

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

every morning is boot camp.

Even if we've gone
out the night before,

Luca drags me out
of bed at 6:00,

forces me on a
five-mile uphill run.

What're you complaining about?

I do five, ten
miles most mornings.

That's before we hit the gym

for an hour, and then
he makes us finish off

with a 20-minute cold plunge.

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

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

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

you got to push yourself
to the limit every day

just to maintain peak condition.

Peak condition?

I heard they're installing
a stairlift on Black Betty

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

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

Tan, just remember,

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

keeping company with
senior citizens.

I'm good, thanks.

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

your team's ass in
every competition.

You wish.

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

in that charity race last month?

Guess you wiped that humiliation

from your memory.

Nah, that's fine.

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

Why wait?

Works for me.

- Let's do it.
- Come on in, Princess.

Uh-oh.

All right.

One round. First one to the mat.

You got it.

Ooh.

Ooh.

Yup.

Feels unfair.

Like I'm beating
up on my sister.

Ooh!

- Did that hurt?
- What, you hit me?

I didn't feel it.

- Oh, come on, Deac.
- Come on, Deac.

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

- Let's go.
- Want some of this?

Come on, Deac.

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

This is boxing, not MMA.

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

You elbowed him
in the face, man.

That's against the rules.

It wasn't on purpose.

He walked into my elbow.

That's BS and you know it.

Don't be sore losers.

Guess you forfeit.
I'm calling it.

Hey, wait a second...

Better luck next time, Deac.

I didn't need you
to stop the fight.

He was playing dirty,
man. He cheated.

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

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

in my time, haven't I?

I could've kept going.

Pay up, Tan.

Hey, Powell, you in there?

Powell?

Miss. Miss...

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

Open?

Gracias.

Hey, Powell, you here?

Powell.

What's taking so long?

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

Where is she?

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

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

Could she have spent
the night with Gabriel?

I think they went on
a date last night.

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

Yeah.

I've got the same
setup in my room.

Except there's two vases.

Yeah, there should be
another one on this side.

Yeah.

There was. It got smashed.

Looks like somebody tried
to clean up in a hurry,

but missed a piece.

That looks like a
scuff mark from a shoe.

Huh.

- Blood.
- What's that?

There's blood right here.

This is starting to
look like a crime scene

and somebody tried
to clean it up.

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

Don't say it.

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

Receptionist says Powell
hasn't checked out.

Did you call Captain Olvera?

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

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

Found her passport.

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

Someone sure wanted
to make it look

- like she'd checked out, - though.
- Well, I'll bet my 401

that someone is Gabriel.

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

Okay. Hey.

Still no sign of
Officer Powell? No.

You need to get your
forensics team here,

go over the room for prints.

We need to treat it
like a crime scene.

- A crime scene?
- Yeah.

How are you so sure
something happened to her?

We found signs of a struggle,

a broken vase and
what looks like blood.

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

She went on a date last
night with Gabriel.

Where is he?

He's right behind me.

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

- Excuse me?
- Powell. Zoe.

The woman you've been
flirting with nonstop

ever since you laid eyes on her.

How should I know where she is?

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

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

She changed her mind.

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

Are you sure she hasn't already

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

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

I went home... Mm-hmm.

Ate leftovers, then
went to bed. Why?

- Can anyone confirm that?
- Okay, enough.

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

Especially when
we don't even know

a crime was committed.

All due respect, Captain,

you don't seem to be
taking this seriously.

I assure you I am, Commander.

I will put out a
missing person's alert,

make sure my officers
keep an eye out for her.

But right now,

I am more concerned
about a missing bomb.

We still have no trace of it,

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

A bomb that big
could kill thousands.

As much as I share your
concern for Powell,

- finding that bomb.
- Has to be our priority. - We have to go.

I will let you know

- if I hear anything.
- All right.

Thank you.

I'm telling you, he
has something to do

with Powell's disappearance.

I swear to God,

if he's done anything to her...

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

And, listen, I'm
sorry about earlier.

Ah, forget it.

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

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

It was, um...

It was the look on your face

when you jumped into the ring.

What look?

Pity.

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

The other day, I'm playing
basketball with Matthew

and I tweaked my back.

You know, it's an old injury,

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

I feel you.

My shoulder's still
causing me grief.

Yeah, well, I went down and

the look on Matthew's face...

He was just staring at me

like someone had just ripped
the bandages off his eyes.

This look of pity.

I don't know.

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

Like I'm...

Human?

Yeah.

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

Well, it's a good thing you got

three other kids who still
think you're Superman.

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

I know you're not Superman.

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

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

Hey, Hondo, I'm here with Deac.

How's Mexico City?

She's what?

It's Powell. She's missing.

We need you to
look into a suspect

we think might be involved.

Name's Gabriel Bautista.

But can't the
Mexican police help?

Bautista is Mexican police.

But he did a police exchange

in Sacramento a
couple years back.

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

All right, you got it.

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

I also heard him say he
lives with his grandmother,

somewhere in the city.

And he mentioned
a family bakery.

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

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

All right, let's go rent a car.

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

I keep thinking if I had,

maybe I could've stopped
something from happening.

You don't know that.

Sir, it's Tan.

He got us an address on Gabriel.

Well, according to Tan,
this is the address

Gabriel put on his police
exchange paperwork.

All we're here to do is find out

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

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

get her to do her job
and haul Gabriel in

for a real interrogation.

Excuse me, ma'am?

We're friends of your
grandson Gabriel.

Do you speak English?

Gabriel is not here.

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

Come inside. I make coffee.

Must be nice having
Gabriel live with you.

Did you hear him
come home last night?

I am deaf in this ear

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

A dead person.

Gabriel comes and goes.

I don't always hear.

Ah. But I always see

the mess afterward, though.

It's pretty tidy in here.

'Cause I clean up.

Why you ask about Gabriel?

Is he in trouble?

No, nothing like that.

Gabriel keeps saying he
will buy me a new stove.

But God knows when, huh?

Do you know how much
a policeman earns?

Well, you are
policemen in America.

Here, you earn more
money selling eggs.

Psst.

I thought he was busy
looking for a bomb.

What's he doing?

I don't know.

Move.

Gabriel.

You take the stairs.

Oh, man.

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

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

Let's go.

Hondo. You find Powell?

No. And we need
whatever you got.

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

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

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

Any luck getting a lock
on that family bakery?

Not so far.

Try searching for
Panaderia Casa Bautista.

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

Okay. Hang on.

Hey. That Hondo? Yeah.

Hondo, I got an update
on Gabriel Bautista.

I tracked down his training
officer in Sacramento

where he did his
police exchange.

Now, it turns out
Gabriel was suspected

of stealing items of
value from crime scenes.

One time it was cocaine,
another time jewelry.

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

but they're sure he did it.

Wait, hold up,
something went missing

from the crime scene
yesterday, a bomb.

You think Gabriel stole a bomb?

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

And he had plenty of
time to remove the bomb

before anyone else got there.

Yeah, but why steal
a bomb, though?

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

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

He stumbles on a bomb
with no one around,

he knows there are
plenty of buyers

wanting to get
their hands on it.

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

Yeah, and if Powell
somehow found out...

She would've confronted him.

And he needed to silence her.

You don't need to do this.

We can still take down
the buyer together.

We could tell everyone
this was part of our plan.

We were running a
sting operation.

You'd be a hero.

Nice idea.

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

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

It's a thermobaric bomb.

You know how those things work?

They vaporize anyone and
anything within 500 yards.

Are they terrorists?
I'm guessing they are.

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

You know, the problem with women

is they talk too much.

But we can fix that.

Come on.

Come on, Zoe.

Where are you going to go, huh?

What are you doing?

We've already been
this way. Turn around.

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

And I know you're
blaming yourself,

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

I chickened out.

I was there, I was
outside her room.

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

I don't know, I just

couldn't bring
myself to apologize.

I was embarrassed to.

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

But what if it was her
and Gabriel fighting?

Even if it was them fighting,

it's not doing you any
good blaming yourself.

Or getting angry at me.

Look, we got to work together,

you and me, as a team.

Powell needs us to.

Yeah, all right, I hear you.

Yeah, Deac, tell me
you got something.

I think we found the bakery.

Or what's left of it, at least.

What are you talking about?

Well, we found
records indicating

that Panaderia Casa
Bautista was destroyed

by the earthquake that hit
Mexico City 40 years ago.

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

That'd be the perfect place.

How do we get there?

I'm sending the address now.

Can't this thing go any faster?

That's Gabriel.

He's dead.

Maybe Powell shot
him while escaping.

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

Two phones? What's that about?

This one looks like
it's Verdugo's.

Gabriel checked Verdugo's
body after you shot him.

He said he didn't have a phone.

He must've stolen it then.

That's how he got a
hold of the buyer.

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

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

That still doesn't
explain where Powell is.

Sir, you see that?

That's Powell's badge.

Commander, that truck we
just passed on the way here

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

That must have been the buyers.

That's Powell's handwriting.

She's alive.

Who the hell is Isabella Pearl?

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

We got to get after that truck.

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

I'll call Olvera on the way.

Hondo wants whatever we can find

on someone named Isabella Pearl.

Why do I know that name?

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

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

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

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

so we can ask.

Back when she and Adam
were still together,

they set up a
charitable foundation,

focused on environmental issues.

Looks like Isabella
still runs it.

My friend Tessa, from
college, works there.

You think Tessa can help us?

One way to find out.

Come on. Come on, come on.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

Captain Olvera's
calling me back.

What's up?

Gabriel's dead.
Officers were called

to an abandoned bakery.

A neighbor heard gunshots.

He went in to investigate,
he saw two men

matching your
description driving away

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

You expect me to believe that

after you accused
him this morning?

After you fled a crime scene?

What are you doing there anyway?

We're looking for Powell.

Look, she found
out it was Gabriel

who was selling
Verdugo's missing bomb.

You need to put an alert out

for a white box truck
with a busted taillight.

They're the ones
who killed Gabriel.

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

You don't understand. My boss

is threatening to
have you both arrested

if you're not back
here in 30 minutes.

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

30 minutes.

Hey, hold up.

Sir, here, take my phone.

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

That's got to be from Powell.

She must've taken a
picture of the buyers.

Ah, smart kiddo.

She's sending us another clue.

Vinoteca Santiero.
It's a wine shop.

I'm gonna text this to Olvera.

I'm gonna send
Deacon this photo.

He can run it through
our facial recognition.

It's the best in the world.

- Hopefully, we can get.
- An ID on these guys. - Yeah.

Hi. We're looking
for Isabella Pearl.

Her office told us
that she's here.

She's just finishing up a class.

But let me go check.

Thank you.

Here she is.

Mrs. Pearl?

Yes. Is there a problem?

We're LAPD.

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

Do you have any idea why
your name would come up

in the case of a missing bomb?

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

three LAPD officers
in Mexico City

hunting for a thermobaric bomb.

M-Mexico City?

Yeah, that mean
something to you?

Um, uh, my ex-husband and I

used to spend a lot
of time in Mexico.

Even honeymooned there.

Turns out Adam had

business close by
and wanted to kill

two birds with one stone.

I'm sorry, I'm not following.

Adam tried to sweeten me up

by buying a house there
and naming it after me.

I thought it was so romantic.

I hadn't yet realized he was

- a philandering narcissist.
- Hold up.

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

Casa Isabella Pearl.

I let Adam keep
it in the divorce.

I got the Bel-Air house.

We're gonna need that address.

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

Olvera, you there?

- Did you find Powell?
- No.

But I found two
more dead bodies.

This is Commander Faria.

We asked you nicely to come in.

It was a courtesy
because you are police.

But this is Mexico.

And you have no
jurisdiction here.

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

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

And I'm issuing arrest
warrants for you both.

All right, we're almost there.

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

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

These people killed
three innocents.

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

and let others take over.

Step on it.

That level of
security at the gate

must mean Adam Pearl's at home.

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

Well, we're already wanted men.

A little trespassing could
hardly make matters worse.

Broken taillight.
That's our truck.

Bomb's got to be in there.

Hopefully Powell, too.

Now.

It's empty.

Commander?

He's still alive.

Must've been Powell
who did this.

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

We need backup.

Policía, policía.

It's okay, it's okay.

That's Adam Pearl.

Who are the VIPs?

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

These guys got
Colombian armbands.

Tan said Pearl was trying
to build a battery factory

in Colombia for his
electric car empire.

Why would you need
a bomb for that?

Hands up.

Step away from the bomb.

I can blow this thing right now.

You won't.

Are you sure?

It's Deacon.

Yeah, Deac, talk to me.

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

The guy in the suit
is Carlos Rubio.

He's the Colombian president.

The other guy is Alvaro Mendez.

He's the leader of a
FARC dissident group.

I thought those two were
at war with each other.

Why are they meeting?

From what I've
managed to dig up,

the rebel dissidents
have prevented Pearl

from breaking ground on his
new factory in Colombia.

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

he's looking at a shareholder
revolt, bankruptcy.

Pearl must be trying
to broker a peace deal.

Well, how does a
bomb fit into that?

- Hondo, I'm with Tan.
- Homeland have flagged

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

They're FARC dissidents,

extremists wanted on
terrorism charges.

Well, their leader's here,

meeting with the
Colombian president.

They don't want
Mendez making peace.

This isn't an arms deal.

No, they're gonna
blow this place up.

Whoa! Whoa!

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

There is a bomb. You understand?

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

Did you hear the
man? We're police.

Policía.

Put the guns down.

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

There is a bomb here.

Olvera, over here.

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

You got to get everybody out.

First, you accuse Bautista
of harming your colleague,

then stealing a bomb and now...

There's a meeting between
the Colombian government

and a rebel paramilitary group

happening right
now, in this house.

Terrorists want to disrupt it.

Look, worst-case scenario,

you get to arrest
us in five minutes,

with egg on our faces.

Let them go.

Do you want to risk
everyone's life?

Where are you going?

- We got to find Powell.
- I'll help.

Olvera, go left.

Stop! LAPD!

You good?

I am now.

Hondo, in here. I found her.

Powell.

Powell, you okay?

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

Let me help you.

Slowly.

Oh, God.

All right.

Every one of you, get lost.

That's an order.

That ain't happening, Commander.

Not enough time to
get clear anyway.

Give me your knife, Hondo.

Wait!

I saw them set it.

They said something
about two detonators

and-and something I
didn't understand.

It sounded like, uh,
d... "s-señuela"?

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

This has to be a decoy.

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

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

We got to find that.

Let's turn this thing over.

Up.

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

This is the one we want to cut.

All right. Let's just relax.

I hope these aren't
my last words.

Thank God.

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

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

Deac was right.

It was about him getting his
factory built in Colombia.

A billionaire serving
his own self-interest,

that's a surprise.

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

Practice what?

Your apology.

Wiseass.

I know how to apologize.

Go ahead.

Say it.

"I told you so."

That's not what I was gonna say.

You were right about
Gabriel, though.

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

so my jerk radar, it's

it's finely tuned.

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

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

I was just, uh, I
was being protective.

Did you forget "sexist"?

Okay.

So, as my jerk radar

is clearly faulty,

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

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

That's a deal.

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

He's an engineer at SpaceX.

You should introduce us.

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

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

I just wanted to say thank you.

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

Did you get in trouble

for disobeying your
boss's order to arrest us?

No.

He's happy to take the glory.

Doesn't seem very fair to you.

I don't do the job for that.

I don't think you do, either.

Take care of yourself.

Well, if we leave right now,

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

Vamanos.

So soon? I was thinking
I could stick around,

see what more trouble
I could get into.

Okay.

Oh, boy.

Hey. Spoke to Hondo.

They're heading home.

Yo. Celebratory beers tomorrow.

What's that?

It's a flyer for
senior mobility aids.

No guessing who put that there.

You know, the irony is,

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

Uh, yeah, you're jacked.

I'm waiting for
Luca to come back

and restart boot camp
just so I can keep up.

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

It made me think of my dad.

When he'd have one of his
schizophrenic episodes,

he would get delusional, have
these crazy hallucinations.

And then, when he
got back on his meds,

he'd go all quiet
and distant on us.

That must have been rough.

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

But I think, really, he was just

feeling ashamed,

because he thought that
we saw him as weak.

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

so much about him.

What I'm saying is,

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

It was more likely worry.

Thanks.

Ow. Sheesh.

Aw, you hurting, Deac?

Sorry about that.

Hulk not know his own strength.

No, no, no.

No, I'm good.

Hearing rumors, though.

People are saying that
you're too chicken

to go another round with me.

Ooh.

What?

No.

Who said that? Was it Stevens?

I'm ready.

Let's go now.

Need some ice for
that shoulder?

No, I'm good.

Let's go.

Hell yeah.

I'm calling it. I win.

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

Lured you in like
a fish on a line.

Hey, you better
dust off that cape.

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

You're gonna be back
to superhero status

soon as he watches it.

For a little while, at least.

Stevens?

Thank you.

Guess I'm buying the beers.

You really put a
lot on the line.

I knew you'd be good for it.