All language subtitles for S.W.A.T.2017.S07E03.1080p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta

There you go, come on.

There you go.

(grunting) Yeah.

Damn, Cabrera, killing it.

Got some pent-up aggression there?

What makes you think I need to be angry to kick some ass?

Oh, he's just used to Street's little love taps on the bag.

Hey, did you guys hear?

LAFD beat Park Police last night, 11 to four.

That means cops versus smoke eaters

in the championship game on Tuesday.

(chuckles) Yeah. They're a tough team.

Got a couple big boys who can hit the crap out of the ball.

Well, good thing we got Tan on the mound.

Just the crew I was looking for.

Wanted to remind you, if you haven't already,

to sign up for Tuesday's

SWAT pasta night fundraiser. Now, I know Hondo's in.

He's bringing homemade tiramisu.

POWELL: Hondo's making the dessert.

Is that really supposed to tempt us?

It's actually Nichelle's recipe, Powell, so I would choose

your next words very carefully.

So, everybody's in?

I don't know, Deacon.

Might take a pass on that.

ALFARO: Ditto. You know me and gluten.

(chuckles) Pasta is not my friend. DEACON: Mm.

Pasta night is a SWAT tradition.

It's been going on for a really long time,

and all the money raised goes to charity.

Yeah, all right. Count me in, Deac.

Good. Sign-up sheet's in the kitchen.

Just so the rest of you know.

TAN: What?

NICHELLE: I love this.

We haven't done this in a while.

It's nice to have a little alone time.

Feels like I haven't seen you that much lately.

I know, baby,

and I'm sorry, but, hey,

we're good. Don't worry.

I'm not worried.

Doesn't mean I don't want to see more of you.

You give any thought to when we might sneak in a honeymoon?

Vivie has four grandparents,

all willing to watch her any time we want to slip away.

And I am well aware. It's just been a little tricky

with Street running SWAT training down in Long Beach

and Luca still in London, but, baby,

you are right, we do need to find the time.

Hopefully while we're still newlyweds.

(both chuckle) (phone buzzing)

It's from my office.

The inspector general, she needs to see me today.

I thought this was your day off.

Now look whose job is pulling us apart.

(both laugh)

Excuse me. Can we get the check, please?

Uh-huh, right away.

CAMERON: Hey, what do you think of this area?

I mean, it's pretty cool, right?

Mm-hmm.

What if, uh, what if we got a place around here?

We?

Yeah.

Well, I was thinking maybe we should move in together.

Uh... Is it-- is that a bad idea?

It's...

kind of fast,

that's all. Well,

I-I just thought since things are going so well.

But, look...

...if the idea freaks you out, we really don't...

Come on. This way.

Suki, wh-where are we going? A dispensary?

(entry bell jingles)

Need to see an ID.

What's going on?

Suki, what...?

Hey, hey.

Tell me what's happening.

ID.

You need to show me an ID.

(bystanders screaming)

(gunfire continues) Nichelle.

That was gunfire. It was close.

(phone chimes)

The dispensary on Maywood just hit its panic button.

Maywood's only a block from here. All right,

call 911, tell 'em I'm responding,

off-duty, plainclothes. Be careful, babe.

(gunfire continues)

LAPD! Move! Move! Out of the way! Out of the way!

(bystanders crying)

Suki...

CAMERON: Suki. Suki, no.

(screaming)

(screams)

LAPD! Drop the weapon! (screams)

(bystanders clamoring)

HONDO: Get on the ground!

Get down now! Get down!

(tires screeching)

SUKI: Oh, my God.

(Suki crying)

Get out of the road!

(gasps)

You okay? Yeah.

Help me, please!

(indistinct radio transmission)

HONDO: I don't know who the hell they were,

but they were professional

and they hit hard.

"Shock and awe" assault,

right in the middle of the Arts District.

Spoke to a couple of the employees.

They've got close to a hundred grand in cash on hand,

nothing was taken.

No. This was all about the girl.

We have any idea why?

The boyfriend's right there,

but the kid's still in shock.

Could barely give me more than her name.

TAN: Suki Ito.

She must've dropped her bag

before she was taken, but there's a problem.

I just ran her ID

through the system. ID's bogus.

Suki Ito doesn't exist.

So, what do three Japanese killers want with a ghost?

♪ ♪

This the dead perp? That's a lot of ink.

Irezumi tattoos.

So, he's yakuza.

HONDO: Coroner ID'd him as Yoshi Takashi.

Flew in from Japan three days ago.

Had four buddies with him.

Now, I've already spoken to our friends in the Tokyo PD.

They confirmed that all five men are known members

of the Yami-Yami crime family.

Mainland yakuza making noise in L.A.

Isn't a broad daylight kidnapping

a bit too loud for them?

HONDO: Struck me as odd, too, Commander,

which means whatever they wanted from the woman

they abducted, they wanted it badly.

DEACON: Now, Suki Ito, that's a fake identity,

but it's a really good one.

Includes bogus passport, work docs, Social.

This is not the kind of fake ID

you get down on Sixth and Alvarado.

HONDO: Tokyo PD's running her photo

through their facial rec.

They'll let us know if they get a hit.

All right, I already sent Tan and Cabrera

to check Suki's address.

Powell and Alfaro are sitting down with her boyfriend.

These guys came a long way to stir up a lot of trouble,

and something tells me we haven't seen the end of it.

So, Suki isn't even her real name.

And you had no idea?

Even though you've been dating her for six months?

No, I... N-None at all.

I... (sighs) Oh, my God.

I asked her to move in with me this morning.

Cameron, the men who grabbed her

were willing to kill to get her.

There must be a reason why.

I'm sure there is, but I have no idea.

Okay. We'll-we'll figure it out.

What do you know about her life?

What did she do for a living?

She...

Uh, something in the travel industry?

Maybe.

I-I-- Look, I don't really know.

She never said.

And you never asked?

Come on, man, that's first date stuff.

I... I didn't want to pry.

What about family or friends?

Cameron, come on.

You were getting ready to live with this girl

and you know nothing about her?

Look,

she didn't really talk about herself,

and in this city, to be honest, I found that refreshing.

I-I know that she's from Tokyo

and that she loves me.

Okay, look, what about recently?

Did you notice any changes in her personality?

Anything out of the ordinary?

No. I-I mean, the week was totally normal.

Uh... Well,

except we had our first fight,

which was weird 'cause Suki's normally so chill.

Okay, what happened? What... what was that about?

I posted a photo of us on my social media. She told me

in the past not to, but I just wanted to

show her off a little.

Cameron, she's been living under

an assumed identity this whole time, hiding.

Oh, my God.

It's my fault they found her, isn't it?

Um, please,

you have to get her back.

Hey, Bruce, good morning.

Have you seen the IG? She texted,

said she needed to see me, but I can't find her.

Yeah, she got called over to the mayor's office.

This whole thing is blowing up pretty fast.

I'm sorry. What whole thing?

The Times called for a comment.

They're doing a big investigative piece

on corruption in this office.

Corruption? What corruption?

I mean, I thought the whole idea

of the inspector general's office

was to guard against corruption. What?

I'm just trying to figure out if you're for real or not.

(scoffs) Of course I'm for real.

Why would you even say that?

You remember Zepp Construction.

They won the contract to build the new LAPD

training facility.

Turns out they got the contract

not by bringing the best bid.

They bribed their way into the deal.

But we vetted Zepp Construction,

like we do every company that gets a city contract.

How could this happen?

I'm sure that's what Mary wants to talk to you about

since you're the one who signed off on the deal.

What?

That's my signature, but I... There have been

so many contracts across my desk the last six months,

but I always do my due diligence,

and I certainly didn't receive a bribe.

Bruce.

All right, Nichelle, I believe you, okay?

I just don't know if the IG will have that luxury,

especially with all the pressure

coming down from the mayor's office.

(sighs)

CABRERA: You really telling me

you'd rather eat pasta with the old-timers

than kick the crap out of the LAFD

on the softball diamond?

Would I rather? No.

But I can't let Deacon down.

You'll find another pitcher, I promise.

Not one with the Victor Tan touch.

And what's the big deal with this fundraiser anyway?

Like Deac said,

it's a tradition, goes back decades.

But it's so lame, and this is the championship.

If we forfeit,

those fire jerks get bragging rights.

I mean, maybe we can just give Deac the money

we would've spent at the fundraiser.

Uh...

Suki's building's right up here.

Oh, you're police. Thank God.

Why? What's going on?

I was checking my mailbox,

and then I heard a woman scream and then a-a loud bang.

Which apartment? Oh, 308.

That's Suki's apartment.

Get outside and stay there. Okay.

♪ ♪

Got a body.

Suki wasn't their end target.

They're after something else.

(thud nearby)

LAPD!

Come out, nice and slow.

(woman crying)

Thank goodness you're here.

I hid when they came in,

but I heard a shot.

You're safe now, ma'am. Everything's all right.

Wh-Where's Miss Suki?

Can you tell us what happened?

Was there anything in that safe besides those papers?

Yeah, um, a phone.

Why would they want a phone?

Uh, the men forced Miss Suki

to make a call to someone.

Do you know who she called? No. Just-- It was a man.

Did you hear what was said? Some of it.

Suki told the man on the other end

to meet her at the Hollywood Cemetery. 1:30.

It's a trap.

He could be walking into an execution.

And it's about to go down.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

(people screaming, clamoring)

(grunts)

(sirens wailing)

(tires squeal)

DEACON: I've got eyes on two shooters.

Eleven o'clock, about 100 yards.

Two more deep, three o'clock.

Deac and Powell, box the two on the left.

The two on the right are ours.

We're on it.

Powell, with me.

(gunfire nearby)

(gunfire continues) (people screaming)

LAPD! Put the weapons down!

They're hiding behind civilians.

I can't get a clear shot.

We got to clear 'em before we engage.

(woman gasping)

Move in!

♪ ♪

LAPD! Get out of the way!

POWELL: Go, get outside. Go, go, go, go! Move.

LAPD! Drop the weapon.

Move, move, move.

(tires squeal)

(grunts)

(tires squeal, engine revs)

Deacon.

Suspect hijacked a van. He's headed your way.

(gasps)

Drop your weapon! POWELL: Drop the gun!

Stop right there!

DEACON: Do it now! Drop your weapon!

Drop it!

(both grunt)

Move, move.

You stay with him.

(tires squeal)

(tires squeal, engine revs)

30-David.

Suspects are leaving the Hollywood Cemetery

in a blue panel van.

Heading east on Santa Monica Boulevard.

Couldn't get a plate. Damn it.

POWELL: Tried to get his statement.

Our guy had very little to say.

Claims he has no idea why he was targeted.

No, I don't believe that for a second. He's lying.

POWELL: It's not his only lie.

His ID says his name is Timoki Kaito.

He's a groundskeeper at Mission Botanical Gardens.

Alfaro ran a check.

Groundskeeper, only part of that story that's true.

So Timoki's not his real name.

Yeah, a bogus ID,

same as their first target, Suki Ito.

The yakuza abducted and killed Suki

in order to get to this guy.

There's not a chance in hell

he doesn't know what this is about.

HICKS: Hondo.

If you're looking for answers, you came to the wrong place.

Well, I might have a small piece of the puzzle.

Just heard back from Tokyo PD.

The first victim, Suki Ito,

her real name is Kimiko Ado.

According to Tokyo,

she was the stateside end of

a Japan-based "Night Moving" operation.

"Night Moving"?

It's a private service that can disappear you for a price.

Whether you're running from an unhappy marriage,

major debt, you can get a whole new life

and vanish the old one. Like a designer

witness protection program.

Apparently it's not that uncommon in Japan.

Suki, or Kimiko,

was the U.S. side.

She'd help relocate clients in the States,

set them up with new identities.

So our guy probably used her services

to flee Japan and start a new life here in L.A.

Except whatever he was running from

caught up with him in a big way.

Timoki Kaito.

(scoffs) I'm only calling you that

because I don't know your real name.

It's time to come clean.

Tell me what this is all about.

I'm afraid I have no idea.

So, the four men that were here,

the members of the Yami-Yami clan in Tokyo,

yakuza killers...

Doesn't mean anything to you?

I'm trying to help you.

I did not ask for your help.

Whatever you're in the middle of here,

innocent people have been hurt and killed.

If you don't start talking and help us get these guys,

you share the blame.

The blame is on the young thugs doing the killing.

They have no honor.

They abide by no code.

And you have a code?

People have died.

You know more than you're telling me.

Where's the honor in that?

You know nothing about me.

I know about the woman who got you out of Japan, Suki Ito.

I know that she called you and lured you here.

Do you think that she made that call without a gun to her head?

Suki is dead? Yeah.

So how about you tell me what the hell is going on

before more people die?

If we are done here... We're not.

I've done nothing. You cannot hold me.

Well, you're wrong.

Until we can confirm who you really are,

you're mine.

You're coming to HQ with me.

♪ ♪

DEACON: Hey, Stevens. Do me a favor.

Put this guy in the interview room.

Sit on him till I get there. You got it, Deac.

He won't be going anywhere.

Hmm.

Still not seeing your names on here.

Yeah, thought we covered that this morning.

We kind of have other plans.

Oh, right, the, uh, the softball championship.

Oh, yeah. LAPD versus LAFD.

You know how deep that rivalry goes.

There must've been a misunderstanding earlier.

SWAT Pasta Night is a 50-year-old tradition,

and you know how deep tradition goes around here.

Now, I've been trying not to use the word "mandatory."

And we've been trying not to use the word "lame,"

but come on, Deac. Pasta?

Bunch of old-timers yammering about the old days?

I just don't know what other word to use to describe it.

It's just the four of us.

No one's even gonna notice we're not there.

We don't want to leave our team shorthanded.

Okay, okay. How-how about this?

How about we take the softball game

completely out of the equation?

You're either at the fundraiser that night,

or you're next door in the armory

doing ammo inventory.

I'll leave it entirely up to you.

Um...

(sighs)

Baby, hey.

I got your text. What's wrong?

I'm sorry to bug you. I know how busy you are.

It's just, I think I messed up at work.

The text at breakfast.

That's what the IG wanted to see you about?

I haven't seen her yet.

She got called out of the office.

Well, then maybe it's no big deal.

No, it's a very big deal.

The L.A. Times is investigating

how a corrupt company bribed its way

into a city contract.

How does that have anything to do with you?

It's my signature on the approval.

Okay. Nichelle, there's got to be some mistake.

That's what I thought, too.

That's my signature, clear as day.

Do you have any idea what this means?

What happens to the community center

when this comes out? And the C.O.P.E. program?

We survive on grants and-and donations.

That'll all go away if my name gets tied up

in a bribery scandal.

Hey, slow down, slow down.

We both know you weren't a part of taking any bribe. Of course not.

But that's my signature.

What conclusion do you think the Times is gonna draw?

I don't know how this happened.

I mean, I'm usually so careful,

but a hundred pieces of paper come across my desk.

And-and it was only a few months after Vivie was born.

Maybe I just had baby brain.

Hmm.

I think you might still have baby brain.

Look again at the contract.

Not your signature. The date.

Oh, my God.

That was the day of Vivienne's Christening.

And the day I proposed to you. (sighs)

Then how did my signature get on that contract?

All right, update me.

Looks like the Night Moving operation

Suki was involved with brought in 16 people

over the last four years,

all of them given new lives and new identities.

Most of them moved on, out of Los Angeles.

We're trying to run down their current info,

get them into protection if necessary.

For my money, we lean into Timoki.

Have we reached out to Tokyo PD

for help in finding out who he really is?

I just got off the phone with Detective Nozawa.

He's personally doing everything he can to rush it.

In the meantime,

he sent us more on our yakuza hitmen.

CABRERA: This is their boss, the oyabun

of the Yami-Yami clan, Orochi Mara.

He's part of the new generation.

Has ushered in violence like Tokyo's never seen.

Gunfights on the street, massive drug operations.

Well, for whatever reason...

he wants Timoki Kaito dead.

(knock at door)

Thanks, Stevens.

No problem. Not like he talked my ear off.

What you said, back in the cemetery...

I want you to know that I am a man of honor,

that I have lived my life abiding by a strict code.

It's important to you that I know that?

Yes. Even if you know nothing else about me.

(scoffs) Even if I wanted to believe you,

it's tough to reconcile,

given your current situation.

How does a man

of code and honor get in this kind of trouble?

Because the new generation does not live

by the same standards.

Those men from the cemetery,

and all the others like them,

they have chosen to take the easy way,

fueled by greed and corruption.

You see, that's a hard one to swallow

because you had yourself vanished out of Japan.

You've been hiding here in L.A.

From what? I mean, debt?

Do you owe the Yami-Yami clan money?

What? No.

Well, you had to have screwed up somewhere

to leave your entire life behind.

I have made mistakes in my past.

Many.

But what I did that brings me to this moment,

that was no mistake.

(alert chimes) It's our BOLO on the gunmen.

Three men matching their descriptions

just hit the Mission Botanical Gardens.

That's where Timoki works.

Yeah, they stormed the work office,

took Timoki's personnel file

and ransacked his locker. Better let Deacon know.

Might be something he can use.

You still haven't told me anything

to help end this violence.

But I'm starting to think that's by design.

(phone buzzing)

What is it?

That concerns me?

The yakuza who are after you just hit up your workplace.

The gardens... Listen, thankfully no one was killed,

but they did ransack your locker.

What are they looking for? I need to go. I need to leave, now.

Hey, I told you, you're not going anywhere

until I get some answers. There's no time. You don't understand.

Sit down!

Commander, what's going on? Deacon's in with Timoki.

We just heard back from Tokyo PD.

Timoki's no gardener.

He's former yakuza. He's a killer.

I'm not gonna tell you again.

Get your ass back in that chair.

I'm sorry. I cannot.

(coughs)

We got a rabbit in the building!

Hey! (distant shouting)

Stop him!

Hey, stop right there!

Lock down the doors!

(shouting, clamoring)

(grunts)

Give me your hands. Stop resisting!

I need to get out of here. (flex-cuff tightens)

You just assaulted a police officer.

(phone ringing)

Who's Nami?

Please. I must answer.

Go.

(woman crying over phone) Nami!

They have Nami and Sogo.

They have my family.

♪ ♪

I take it these are the victims?

Nami Mora and her son Sogo.

They were grabbed at Sogo's school during afternoon pickup.

Timoki called them his family,

but school records don't list Timoki

as Sogo's father or as Nami's husband.

Here's something that will surprise absolutely no one.

Nami Mora's ID doesn't check out.

It's bogus, just like the others.

Probably another person

who was disappeared from Japan

by Suki's Night Moving service.

Timoki, he was an enforcer for the Yami-Yami crime family.

The same clan that's now hell-bent on finding him.

What's the theory?

That he stole from them and fled the country?

Your guess is as good as mine.

But this man's been in the U.S.

for almost six years.

So whatever his offense back in Japan...

...it ain't been forgotten.

HONDO: Look, we know the timid gardener act

is just a cover.

You are a killer.

And a former enforcer for the Yami-Yami

crime family.

DEACON: Timoki, it's obvious you care

for Nami and Sogo.

But right now, the only way to help them is to trust us.

I was an enforcer, yes, but...

that was a lifetime ago.

There were rules yakuza swore to and lived by.

The foremost, to never harm the innocent.

But then Orochi took over as head of Yami-Yami.

The new generation.

They reject the old ways,

prizing money and power over everything.

Shortly after Orochi became the oyabun,

he ordered me to kill the witness to a murder.

The witness was a woman, many months pregnant.

I am not free of sin, but the code...

the honor we talked about, would not let me

take her life.

And the pregnant woman you didn't kill...

...was Nami?

And the child is Sogo, her son.

Knowing that your boss, Orochi, would just send

another killer to finish the job,

you found a Night Mover,

to vanish you and Nami out of Japan.

I have committed the greatest betrayal

in Orochi's eyes.

He does not like loose ends or to look weak.

My disobedience achieved both, and as a result,

Nami and Sogo's lives are at risk.

And you feel responsible.

Orochi was my shatei. I was his mentor.

He mocked the old ways, so I corrected him with force.

I was hard on him, brutal.

And that only made him more resentful.

Maybe if I had schooled him differently...

(phone ringing)

It's them.

I am to surrender to them.

Alameda Square in 30 minutes time.

Me for Nami and Sogo's freedom.

(Hicks sighs)

(door opens)

Tell me you got a trace on that call. HICKS: No.

It wasn't long enough. DEACON: Hold on. There's an Asian American

Unity Festival in Alameda Square today.

That's probably why they chose it.

Gives them plenty of civilians for cover.

We don't have time for a planned op.

You're gonna have to go in blind.

Sir, if we're gonna save this woman and her child,

we got no choice.

♪ ♪

(busy chatter)

Anything to the south?

No visual on any of our suspects.

Gonna be tough in this crowd though.

Alfaro, Cabrera, anything at the entrances?

ALFARO (over comms): Nothing on my end, Hondo.

CABRERA (over comms): No sign of our suspects.

If they make it out of this,

what will happen to Nami and Sogo?

No promises,

but given their situation back in Tokyo,

they've got a strong case for asylum.

I don't know if I can say as much for your fate, though.

No matter.

It is only Nami and Sogo that I care about.

I swore to keep them safe.

That is my ikiagi, my purpose.

Well, right now, that's SWAT's purpose as well.

HONDO: 20-David.

I got eyes on Nami and Sogo, and two of the gunmen,

northeast side of the stage.

Roger that.

Let's go.

(busy chatter)

All right, listen up.

There's still one yakuza somewhere in this crowd.

Nobody moves in

until we get eyes on our third gunman.

(phone ringing)

They want to see me now.

Hondo, the yakuza are ready for the exchange.

Negative, negative.

We do not have a position on the remaining suspect.

Hondo,

we're running out of time.

Powell, Tan?

Tighten the circle, but stay out of sight.

All right, Deacon.

Send him in.

Timoki's at the meet point.

20-David. Wait for Nami and Sogo to clear

before we move in. Keep eyes out

for surprises. We still have one yakuza

somewhere off radar.

Tim. (men speaking Japanese)

POWELL: I got a bogey coming in from the west.

We have a full house.

It's a double-cross.

They're moving.

Shadow them, but do not move in.

We cannot risk a firefight.

(grunts) Run, Nami!

(gunfire)

(people screaming, clamoring)

POWELL: LAPD! Everyone get down!

TAN: LAPD!

Everybody get down! Everybody down!

I've lost eyes!

I repeat. I've lost sight of Timoki!

(people screaming, clamoring)

Timoki's being taken to the north parking garage

by two yakuza.

HONDO: Nami and Sogo are cornered

by another one at the food stands. POWELL: Tan and I have

eyes on Nami with one of the suspects. Moving in.

All right, Deac and I got Timoki.

(grunting)

Don't move!

25-David. One suspect in custody.

Sogo! Sogo!

Sogo!

POWELL: You're both safe now.

(grunts)

LAPD! Drop the weapon!

(grunting)

Timoki, no!

(engine starts, tires squeal)

Deacon, get Timoki. I got the van.

(shouts in Japanese)

Timoki, drop the gun!

This will not stop.

He's a bad man.

He deserves to be punished.

Yes, and we can use him to take down Orochi.

And keep Nami and Sogo safe.

But not if you go down this road. Drop the gun!

DEACON: Timoki!

Where is the honor in shooting an unarmed enemy?

Put your hands in the air.

Put your hands in the air! Turn around.

Put your hands behind your head.

(grunting)

(flex-cuff tightens)

Nice try.

30-David.

We're code four.

Final suspect in custody.

DEACON: You're doing the right thing,

testifying against Orochi back in Japan.

Maybe I can finally help bring him to justice.

Fix what I have caused.

Maybe that's your new ikiagi.

May I say goodbye?

Sure.

Go ahead.

Sogo. Tim!

(sighs) This might be the last time they see each other.

I mean, even with his testimony,

Timoki's still doing time for his past crimes.

DEACON: Well, he saved Nami and her son.

I don't think he cares what happens next.

(indistinct chatter)

Nichelle.

Uh, you're still here.

Yeah. It, uh, turned

into one of my busier days actually.

Researching Zepp Construction.

Then a lengthy meeting with the boss.

And, uh, just now, a phone call with the Times.

Well, I'm glad I ran into you.

I was afraid I might not get a chance to say goodbye.

(chuckles softly)

Look, Bruce, you can drop the act.

I know what you did.

What're you talking about?

You were the one who took the bribe

from Zepp Construction, and then you tried to throw me

under the bus to cover your tracks.

That's insane.

Is that your way of getting out of this?

You're gonna blame me?

It's your signature.

Yeah, except there's no way

I could've signed it on the day it's dated.

I wasn't here.

Luckily, my husband reminded me

that I was at my baby's Christening.

It was the day he proposed to me.

So what makes you think it was me?

There are a lot of people in this office.

But none of them were fraternity brothers

with the CFO of Zepp Construction.

That's just a coincidence.

Maybe.

But that's not for me to decide.

It's in the IG's hands now.

I gave everything I found to her.

Nichelle... Have a nice day, Bruce.

Man, this is total BS.

Deacon should've just said from the beginning

that we didn't have a choice.

So what now, we're gonna have to forfeit the game?

You know we're never gonna hear the end of it from Fire.

Not to mention our own team.

Deac, hey.

We're all signed up for the pasta night.

Yeah, I saw that.

Listen.

Something Timoki said

got me thinking.

Maybe forcing the fundraiser on you isn't the way to go.

Are you serious?

So, what, we're off the hook?

DEACON: Well, not exactly.

What if we combine the two events?

Your game's at Valley Glen, right?

There's that picnic area right next to the field.

Yeah, it's huge, and it's covered. Be plenty of room.

All right, if we move pasta night there,

we still get to have the fundraiser,

you still play your game,

and you get all of SWAT out there cheering for you.

We could even donate some of the ticket proceeds to the program.

That doesn't sound half bad. Well, you just better win.

'Cause if you think Fire'll be brutal,

imagine the crap you'll get from a bunch

of SWAT old-timers if they have to watch you lose.

(laughter)

Look at that.

We are on.

(sighs)

Hey, baby.

Hey.

Vivie still with your parents?

Yeah, they figured we could use the night off.

(chuckles)

Your day get any better after I saw you?

No, actually it got worse if you can believe it, but...

we did save a mother and her child,

so it made it all worth it. (beeping)

How'd the rest of your day go?

Did you get things sorted out at work?

I handled it.

You would have been so proud of me.

Come on now, I'm always proud of you.

I still can't believe I didn't catch the date

on that contract. I mean, it is a pretty important date.

It's the day that you agreed to become my wife.

Mm. (chuckles softly)

Speaking of.

Hmm? What kind of honeymoon

are you feeling, something warm and sandy?

Or maybe mountain cabin-y?

I am happy wherever we go...

as long as I'm with you.

But right now, I need to take a shower.

Mm, if you get it nice and steamy,

maybe I'll come and join you.

Mm, you ain't got to tell me twice.

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