S.W.A.T. (2017) s03e11 Episode Script
Bad Cop
1 Previously on SWAT HICKS: 17-year-old Raymont Harris was accidentally shot by team leader Buck Spivey.
Now, this morning I terminated Sergeant Spivey.
Have you heard from him lately? I think he might be having some type of financial trouble.
Nate Warren.
Street's brother.
I'm in some trouble, man.
Last week after I closed the bar, two guys bust in.
My boss Nolan, he's into some shady business.
He says I must have been in on the job.
- Were you in on it? - What? - No! - Well, then what do you want me to do? Maybe you should talk to him.
Where you headed? It's your brother, isn't it? Why is it your job to save your family every time they screw up? I said, leave it.
You brought a cop? STREET: Relax.
You let Nate walk away from all this, and I don't tell my friends in Narcotics about your little side business here.
Nobody move! Get your hands up! Whoa, whoa, whoa! You set me up again? - No, I didn't! - We just came in for a drink.
I will shoot you in the face real easy! Go.
I'm gonna take care of this.
Go, go! All of you, go! Time.
That's it.
Chris, that's time.
You're good.
Chris! Hey, Deac.
Any word from Street yet? - He's not returning my calls.
- No.
And I just talked to Luca he hasn't heard anything, either.
He asked me to keep him up to speed while he's rehabbing up in San Francisco.
It's been three days.
How worried do you think we should be? I don't know.
Apparently, he left a message for Hicks saying he's just not coming in.
So at least we know he's okay.
- Physically, yeah.
- I knew something was awry when I heard his brother was in trouble.
Look, we all know that Street's got a soft spot for family, so we just got to trust him.
Whatever he's going through, he's gonna work it out.
Okay? DEACON: Look at that.
Buck Spivey.
Wait a minute.
Look at you all suited and booted.
What, you got a calendar coming out? (LAUGHS) You know, the photo shoot for that is next week.
Ah.
I knew I shouldn't have dressed up for you smart-asses.
You look like you're doing really good.
Yeah, thanks.
I, uh, I finally figured out that there's life after SWAT.
I hope you two schmucks haven't forgotten all the lessons I taught you.
There he is, the Buck we know and love.
- (CHUCKLES) - Well, listen, you haven't, uh, you haven't heard from Street, have you? No.
Don't tell me our boy's backsliding.
No, the kid's just gone AWOL for a few days.
I'm sorry to hear that.
I'll, uh, I'll give him a call.
But in the meantime, Deac, you got a minute? I want to I want to bend your ear about something.
Okay, there's my cue.
I know when I'm not wanted.
Buck, it's good to see you, man.
Good to see you.
Come on.
I got a business proposal that I want to tell you about.
If you're looking for investors, Buck, - I'm the last guy to talk to.
- No, no.
We, uh, we got investors, we got plenty of them.
What, uh, what we need is you.
So, I'm, um, I'm hooked up with a guy named Owen Bennett.
He's an ex-Army Ranger, solid as they come.
And, uh, we're looking to launch a private security firm.
You know, real high-end.
And like I said, the investors, they're-they're already in place.
But what would really put things over the top would be to have you on board.
Active SWAT sergeant.
Police Star recipient.
Buck, I don't think I'm ready to give up SWAT just yet.
Who said anything about giving up SWAT? I'm talking about a side gig.
You know, hardly more than consulting.
Fully within regs.
When you sit down with Owen, he'll explain the whole thing to you.
Look, I don't want to waste the guy's time.
I I'm picking up plenty of overtime Deac, listen, I need you to hear me out on this, because it's, uh it's not just about money.
You were my number two for how many years? Now you're Hondo's number two.
Right? I mean, this is a real leadership opportunity.
This is something that SWA hasn't given you.
I'm not here to sell you.
I'll-I'll let Owen do that.
But just sit down with him and talk.
That's that's all I ask.
Okay.
Sure.
This is gonna be great for both of us.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) - Thank you.
- You're welcome.
(SCREAMING) Nobody move! Stay the hell right where you are! Open the cage! Now! You want me to kill him? Open it! - Okay, okay, okay! - Hurry up! Hurry up! Get out! Get out! Come on! Move! Hurry up! Get out of there! Move! Hurry up! Let's go, let's go, let's go! Load it up, load it up, load it up! (ZIPPER CLOSES) We got company! Let's move! Move! Move, move, move! Come on, come on, come on! (GUNSHOTS) Robbery happening in Card Room One.
Hey! Hey! You under the table, you stay right there, you hear me? You stay right there.
You don't move.
You move, you die.
Yo.
We can't wait.
We gotta go, we gotta go.
(SIRENS WAILING, TIRES SCREECHING) (GUNFIRE CONTINUES) HONDO: Five-man crew just hit the Mandeville Card Casino.
At least two dead.
One of the gunmen - still holed up inside.
- What about the other four? - They got away.
- TAN: And left their boy behind? - That's cold.
- That's what separates them from us.
HONDO: The remaining guy's locked in a cash cage, and he's got the drop on multiple hostages.
TAN: That's gonna make him a tough get.
The cash cage at that place is wrapped in thick Lucite It's bulletproof for sure.
Sound like an expert on the Mandeville Casino.
What are you, a regular? Hardly.
But weekends draw the college kids and bachelor parties, and they're better at drinking than playing poker Helps my odds a little.
- We're about 30 seconds away.
- HONDO: All right, listen up, with Luca injured and now Street AWOL, we're out of our normal rhythm.
That's when things can get sloppy and people get hurt.
Let's get our heads on straight and stay liquid.
(SIREN WAILING) Deacon, hunt down the head of security or whoever's in charge, see what intel you can get.
Go.
Chris, Tan, Becker, you're with me.
Let's get a look at what we're dealing with.
HONDO: This is LAPD! Everybody stay down - and keep calm! - ROLLINS: Back the hell up! You hear me? Hey, back the hell up! Anybody comes anywhere near this cage, I start wasting people! HONDO: Listen to me, man.
We just want to talk to you.
We want to resolve this without anyone else getting hurt.
- Think we can do that? - That really depends on you, doesn't it? DEACON (ON RADIO): Hondo, Tan was right.
Glass is bulletproof.
Rear wall is steel-reinforced.
Thing's a fortress.
CHRIS: He's got eyes on every approach.
Whatever we go at him with, he's gonna see it coming.
Which means he'll have time to take those hostages down with him.
HONDO: We got to get creative.
Tan, we still got those hopper guns, right? - Yup.
- We got any paint rounds left over from that training exercise we did with LASD? - Yeah, we got a ton of 'em.
- All right, go.
Go get 'em.
I got you covered.
Move.
Yo, man, it don't make no sense us yelling back and forth like this! We're gonna get you a phone, all right? Nobody's coming near you! We're gonna let the robot drop off the phone so we can talk! All right, that's as far as the robot can reach.
You're gonna have to grab the phone.
Tan, now.
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go! Going with the pepper spray.
(COUGHING) This is done, man! You hear me? It's over! Let's go! Come out slowly! Throw your gun out first! Don't be stupid! (YELLS) Move in, Tan.
Move in.
We're closed.
You better step back off me.
You got a heck of a sack coming back in here.
Both of you.
Yeah, I figured we had unfinished business.
Yeah, the 50 grand in heroin Nate's on the hook for.
No.
The way I see it, Nate's debt is paid.
Consider it the cost of me cleaning up your mess.
My mess? You're the one who killed those two.
Yeah, I shot them, stopped them from ripping you off, so that pays for Nate.
Now he walks away.
I walk away.
You and I never have to see each other or speak of this again.
And if you get pinched by the cops on something else and think that you can flip this on me, I will kill you, too.
Is that clear? (QUIETLY): Clear enough.
But before you go, there's something I want you to see.
(WHISPERS): Keep watching.
Nate, what the hell are you doing here, man? I told you to go.
This is my fault.
- Let me help! - Listen, I don't want you in this any deeper.
Now get out of here.
Come on, man, go! Go! This isn't happening.
What do you want? You can't guess? You're working for me now.
Never had a cop on the payroll before.
It's not gonna happen.
Couple of weeks.
I have a new business partner that I'm trying to impress.
It's gonna do big things for me.
It's gonna take preparations, protection and you are just the man to smooth the waters.
Un-Unless, of course, you want to explain this to your bosses at the LAPD.
Two weeks.
Two weeks I help you but Nate leaves here right now and never comes back.
He's off the hook.
He's free and clear.
You guarantee me that I'll do what you want.
Welcome aboard, Officer Street.
HICKS: Nice work.
Heard it could've been worse in a lot of ways.
No hostages lost.
Team made it back safe and sound.
But two guards were killed before we got there.
What's all this? (INDISTINCT CHATTER) LAPD Cadets program.
They're giving 'em a tour of SWAT, chance to see what's really possible if you put the work in.
- Maybe you can say a word.
- Be happy to, once we get changed.
Street, man.
It's good to see you.
Where you been? Why don't you, me and Hondo go somewhere private and figure out what the hell's been going on with you.
I can't really get into it right now.
I'm sorry? You've been MIA for three days.
You left your team a man down.
That's the best you can do? "I can't get into it right now"? Son, you better make an attitude adjustment quick.
DEACON: Street, what's going on? I need the next few weeks off.
HICKS: There's a process to requesting time off.
You know that.
You fill out a request form.
But I'm gonna save you the time.
Request denied.
- Commander, let's just hear him out.
- No.
He's tested my patience long enough.
You're not up to active duty, you serve your penance in the armory.
One month cage duty.
Maybe then I'll think about assigning you active.
I can't do that.
I'm not giving you a choice.
Now move your ass.
Street, you be smart about this and get moving.
- You know what? - What? I quit.
Street, no.
What are you doing? Come on, Street.
You don't mean this, man.
Stop! Street, talk to me! Let him go, Chris! That's an order! (LOCKER OPENS) This is crazy.
He can't really mean it, can he? Even if he doesn't, I don't see a way back.
Hicks and Hondo, they gave him a do-over.
He's not gonna get another one.
I feel like it's my fault.
I should've stopped him from going down to Long Beach alone that night.
Hey, Chris, don't go there.
We all thought that Street had his head on straight.
Nobody saw this coming.
I did.
But he just wouldn't listen.
TAN: Hey.
Come on, Chris.
- It's not on you.
- HONDO: Listen up.
I'm not any happier about what just went down than you are, and we're gonna deal with that later.
Right now, we got a crew out there that killed two innocent people this morning.
So let's focus on work and get the job done.
HICKS: Hondo, Tan, get a look at this.
- That's our crew from this morning.
- Yeah.
Wait a sec, that doesn't look like anywhere in the Mandeville Casino.
That's somewhere else.
So they've hit before? Almost a dozen times.
Today's their first strike in SoCal, but they've been hitting card clubs and Indian casinos all across the West.
Always the same M.
O.
Five guys.
Fast in, fast out.
And they got no qualms about shooting people either.
They got at least ten bodies in their wake.
This is the guy we took out today? Carl Rollins.
His rap sheet's pretty hard-core.
This definitely wasn't his first dance.
RHD's looking into known associates.
Could lead us to the rest of the crew.
Just got off the phone with the Mandeville Casino.
So, it looks like, this morning, these guys got away with a little over 200 grand in cash, - another $20,000 in chips.
- Wow.
They took chips? - What denomination? - $100.
Why? High value chips can be tracked.
They have an RFID tag embedded in 'em.
But a crew like this has to be smart enough to know that.
HICKS: Maybe they got grabbed up by accident, swept into a bag - while they were raking up cash.
- One thing's for sure.
If today wasn't their first heist, it damn sure ain't gonna be their last.
Hey.
You got plans after shift tonight? No.
Bonnie's got a work thing.
I was just gonna order in.
I dug up an address on Street's old foster brother, Nate.
I was thinking of heading down there.
You want to ride shotgun? Yeah.
For sure, I'm in.
Cool.
This isn't right, man.
I can't do this to you, leave you hanging in there with Nolan.
You didn't do this to me.
You were in trouble.
You came to me for help.
The rest is my doing.
Nolan's dangerous, man.
I saw him take a baseball bat to a couple drunks in the alley one night out.
He beat their heads into a pulp.
I saw him enjoy it.
Guess it's a good thing I got you away from him then.
Jimmy, I'm serious.
Look, I don't want you hanging out with him.
I make a living dealing with guys like this.
For the next two weeks, this is just another mission for me.
That's it.
I just need you to stay clear of it.
All right? I was the big brother.
I looked out for you.
- Do you remember that? - I remember.
And I am grateful.
I would've never made it through the foster system without you.
But we are not kids anymore.
I made a choice, and I'm gonna have to live with it.
So you're gonna have to live with it, too.
(KNOCKING) Must be the food.
(DOOR OPENS) TAN: Street.
Whoa.
What are you guys doing here? Looking for you.
Just trying to understand what's going on.
Is this Nate? What have you gotten him messed up in, huh? Chris, please don't.
He's my brother.
Foster brother.
That means he's family.
And we're not? You worked so hard to get back on SWAT the last time.
We both did! - I know.
- Then why are you throwing it all away, again? Look, what's done is done.
- I am out at SWAT.
That's it.
- TAN: Hey, come on, man.
At least tell us what's going on.
What kind of trouble you in? I'm not in any kind of trouble.
- We're trying to help you.
- Why is it so hard to understand?! I don't want your help, okay? All I want is for you guys to go.
Just leave.
Let's go, Chris.
(DOOR CLOSES) DEACON: Hey.
I got a text from Chris.
She said you two went down to Long Beach to see Street last night.
- Yeah, it wasn't worth the drive.
- What do you mean? Well, he shut us down, almost as soon as we got there.
Maybe 'cause his brother was there.
I don't know.
Did you at least find out what's going on with him? Don't know, but something's messed up.
It's like he just doesn't want to be saved.
You were right about the RFID tags embedded into the casino chips, but you were wrong thinking these guys were smart enough to know it.
They cashed 'em in? One of 'em did.
Tried to, anyway.
What's this? Someone want to tell me why I'm here? You're here because you're stupid, which, in and of itself, is not a crime.
But it led you to think that you could cash in 20 grand of stolen poker chips and no one would notice.
Stolen chips? I won these.
TAN: You won 20 grand? Must be hell of a poker player.
Okay, let's say you open from the hi-jack with pocket tens to 20 bucks.
Button three-bets you to 70 bucks.
It folds back around to you.
What's your play? Come on, a shark like you ought to know.
You won 20 grand, right? Guess I just got lucky.
All right.
See that? That's an RFID tag.
Means these chips can be tracked.
That means that we know, without a doubt, you didn't win 'em.
You stole 'em yesterday, along with your buddies, and you killed two people in the process.
We got you, Vincent.
You're done.
D.
A.
's gonna look at you.
They're gonna see a dozen heists, ten dead bodies.
You're going away forever.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
A dozen heists? Y-Yesterday was a one-off job for me.
I-I don't know anything about any other robberies.
You trying to tell us you're not a regular part of this crew? Swear to God.
Guy I know hooked me in.
Supposed to be one-and-done.
That's why I stole the chips.
I-I saw how small the cut they were gonna give me, and-and so I thought I'd give myself a bonus.
The guy who hooked you in, what's his name? Where do we find him? You know what he would do to me if I told you that? TAN: Nothing.
Because he'd be spending a lot more time in prison than you.
You have one way to help yourself, Vincent.
Please tell me you're not gonna be stupid again.
Yo, where's my damn food? I'm hungry.
(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING) LAPD SWAT! Two, two, two! - CHRIS: LAPD SWAT! - HONDO: You're under arrest! LAPD! Tan, your way! (INDISTINCT CHATTER) HONDO: Coveralls, masks, weapons.
Some cash in this one.
Looks like their winning streak just came to an end.
(PHONES BEEPING) Casino crew just hit again ten minutes ago.
Charlemagne Card Club in Downey.
Ten minutes ago? No way.
How? That is them right there.
Tell that to the pit boss that just got shot.
This is the heist that just went down.
Charlemagne Casino.
Five guys, coveralls, masks, assault rifles.
Looks like the same crew.
Looks like it, but look closer.
Check the guy out on the right, - how he's carrying.
- He's left-handed, and all of yesterday's crew was right-handed.
And that guy's got a Glock on his hip.
None of the Mandeville crew strapped a Glock.
So, two different crews with the exact same M.
O.
? Oh, it gets weirder.
I pulled surveillance photos from a casino that was hit five weeks ago in Oakland.
Same deal Coveralls, masks.
The body types don't match at all.
That's another crew.
It's almost like a burger chain.
Everybody wears the same uniform, does the same job, but they're separate businesses.
CHRIS: The crimes have been franchised.
Which means there has to be somebody higher up - running all these ops.
- Yeah.
I think it's time we find the CEO.
HONDO: According to your homeys, you're the leader.
Congratulations on that, my man.
So, you're the one who put together yesterday's crew? I can't stop people from talking.
You ain't the brains of the operation, that we know.
There's somebody higher up who did the heavy lifting, and planned that job, so why don't we talk about who's really giving the orders? Gonna be a real one-sided conversation.
'Cause I'm not giving you anything.
Oh, you're afraid of them, is that it? (SCOFFS) "Afraid"? Never been afraid of anything.
I just prefer loyalty.
HICKS: You believe this guy? Yesterday he helps murder two innocent people.
Now he's in there acting like his loyalty is some kind of virtue.
Commander, what if we don't need him to tell us who his higher-ups are? He was only recently paroled, right? He got out of prison two weeks ago.
Okay, and you got to figure that the Mandeville Casino heist took some planning.
So chances are they put the whole thing together while he was still in lockup.
We take a close look at any visitors he might've had in prison.
His cellmate, texts, e-mails.
And we find whoever's behind this.
Sergeant Kay.
Owen Bennett.
It's good to meet you.
Fair warning, I'm on call, so I might get pulled away at any second.
Then I won't waste any time.
I put together an info packet The business plan, my bio, etcetera.
But while I have you, while we're here, I want to get right to the straight shot.
Looking to build a high-end, high-prestige, private security firm.
I've had a good amount of experience working with professional athletes, celebrities, high-profile security functions.
I see this as a chance to build off that, and really get it right.
One question right off the bat.
Why me? You mean besides the fact that Buck recommended the hell out of you? Honestly, part of it is marquee value.
You're an active SWAT sergeant, decorated with the Police Star.
That'll go a long way with our investors, potential clients.
I also need your know-how.
You're trained in personal protection, versed in every type of weapon.
And, frankly you've got the right look.
And what's that? People trust you.
Tell me I'm wrong.
That's why I'm offering you a partnership share.
No doubt, the workload during start-up will be heavy, but we can shape your schedule around your SWAT shifts.
Once we're established, you could pull back, assume a strictly planning and supervisory role.
You make money while the people you've trained do all the work.
Where does Buck fit in all of this? I love Buck.
He'll be a great addition.
But you google his name, the first thing you find is the Raymont Harris shooting.
He can't be the name or face of this company.
You can.
There are income and salary projections in there.
They're just estimates, but I think they're accurate.
Interested? I am.
I want some time to look things over, - discuss it with my wife.
- Of course.
This isn't something I'd have you enter into lightly.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) First day on the job, and you're already late.
What kind of an impression is that to make? Get your breath out of my face.
Officer Street.
Drink, or are you still technically on duty? I quit my job.
So I heard.
What? Did you think we wouldn't check up on you? How about you just tell me what you want from me? First, Barber's gonna pat you down for a wire.
All right, all right.
What do you need? You used to work for Long Beach PD, so you know their patrol patterns, blind spots, vulnerabilities.
Same, I'm sure, for the LAPD.
So, if I got to move a shipment, you're gonna tell me the best routes and times.
You're gonna tap your sources, and find out if there's any raids that would snag any of my dealers.
Is that all? That and any other damn thing I decide I want from you.
That means that you have to listen to everything that I say, too, smart-ass.
Okay, keep your hands off me.
Hey, maybe, maybe not.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Knock it off! (BOTH GRUNTING) Guys! Hey, that is enough! (SHOUTS, GRUNTS) What the hell did you do? - Broke my damn arm.
- You get to the hospital.
You get that looked at, and you, you cancel any plans that you have, because you are working late tonight.
You got something? We're thinking we found our Mr.
Big.
CHRIS: A woman.
Wait a minute, I think I've seen her before.
I ordered a deep dive of Harden's prison records, looking for any outside contact he might have had.
Turns out he had a pen pal romance while in lockup, e-mailing with this woman Calls herself Rachel.
E-mails contain plenty of the usual X-rated stuff, but they get emotionally intense as well.
Looks like she really hooked him in.
So this is who Harden's been protecting.
There's no actual instructions for a heist, but she did tell Harden he was gonna have to prove his love after his release before she'd marry him.
So she basically seduced him into pulling off yesterday's casino job.
Is there any ridiculous thing a guy wouldn't do to get laid? Yeah, well, in Harden's case, he thought he found true love.
And he's not the only one.
Once we found Rachel's e-mails to Harden, we checked the prison database for other e-mails originating from her same IP address.
Saying she was two-timing Harden isn't the half of it.
She had similar e-mail romances going with at least 16 other inmates.
E-mails every bit as hot and steamy as the ones she had with Harden.
Romances intensify right before the inmate's release.
She leads them all on, grooms each one to pull off a heist as proof of their devotion.
- (SCOFFS) - CHRIS: Here.
I knew I'd seen her before when I was going through the footage of the Mandeville robbery.
Check out the brunette with the rose gold watch.
HONDO: That's her.
She watched the whole thing go down.
HONDO: Got some bad news for you, lover boy.
We figured out where your orders came from.
Hmm.
And I ain't gonna lie.
Ooh, there's some juicy stuff in those e-mails right there.
Yeah, go ahead and take a read.
Those bring back some good old memories, don't it? But you better take a closer look, because none of those e-mails are addressed to you.
You know her as Rachel but she was "Laura" to a con at Pelican Bay, "Sadie" to another at Atascadero.
"Ayla" and "Christine" to a couple inmates at San Quentin.
- No way.
- I mean, damn, that's game right there.
She must have used a phone book to come up with some of those names.
And she's got over 20 of 'em.
Yeah, that's right.
And 20 inmates just like you who believed that they were her one and only.
Looks like the player got played.
She said she was gonna marry me.
(CHUCKLES) But only after you robbed a casino for her.
Right? What's your take on loyalty now? Tell us where we can find her.
- I'll check with the front desk.
- Okay.
- Hey.
- Hey.
She look familiar to you? - Yeah.
Super sweet.
- She staying here? She was.
She checked out a couple hours ago.
You sure about that? Yeah.
I was right here and watched her go.
She's checked out, gone.
Probably cleared out of town.
24-David to backup units.
Suspect's a ghost.
We missed our shot.
Still one more casino in town.
Maybe she'll be dumb enough to hit it.
No way.
After the other two heists, that place is on lockdown.
Extra security and LAPD patrols Hey! Hold on a sec.
- Have a good day.
- Excuse me.
Did you get this woman her car? Uh, yeah.
Silver Lexus.
A rental.
Don't remember what company.
She ask for any directions, say where she was going? No.
We didn't talk; she was on her phone the whole time.
Did you hear what she was saying? Anything about a casino or a card club? How'd you know that? I mean, she didn't say anything about a casino, but she was talking about poker.
CHRIS: What about it? Did she say where? I just heard her say something about a private game.
- Nothing but high rollers.
- Okay, thanks.
She's changing up her M.
O.
Knows we're onto the casino heists.
Private game could be anywhere.
I'll reach out to some cops in Vice.
Maybe they've heard something.
Where we headed tonight? You'll know when we get there.
- What the hell are you doing here? - I've been thinking.
If you're here, I've got to be here.
Are you kidding me? Get lost.
I'm sorry, but I've got to look out for you, too.
I don't need your sorry, and I don't need you looking out for me, okay? I just need you gone.
Go! I want back in.
I want my old job back.
That is not happening.
That was part of our deal.
Nate is out, free and clear.
You keep talking about our deal like you have some kind of leverage; you don't.
It's my bar.
I have the video, I call the shots.
Sure thing, Nate.
You want back in, I can always use a couple extra hands.
Go start the car.
I'll be out when I'm ready.
We got any word on that private game that's supposed to be going down? Not yet.
And there's no guarantee we'll hear about it in time.
Hey, uh, can I talk to you about something? Has to do with Buck's visit yesterday.
- Yeah.
What's up? - He put me in touch with a guy who's starting a private security firm, and he wants me as partner.
- Is the guy aboveboard? - Yeah, 100%.
He's got a pristine military record.
He's run security for a couple of movie studios.
So what's the hitch? Well, to be honest, the only reason he came to me is because I was awarded the Police Star.
I guess he presold some of the investors on it.
And that's a red flag for you? I'm not sure how I feel about monetizing the Star.
I would have never received it if it wasn't for the whole team, and now I use that to cash in? I'm just not sure how I feel about that.
Deacon, nobody around here would fault you for striking when the iron is hot, getting a little something better for your family.
Especially after everything they've been through this year.
What's Annie think? Well, she's got her concerns.
Mostly about the time spent away from family.
But she'd welcome any extra money coming in.
So what are you gonna do? Just heard back from an old partner in Vice.
Some heavy hitters are having a card game tonight A mansion up in Benedict Canyon.
No way to know if that's the right target.
Yeah, well, I can think of one way.
Ladies and gentlemen, there are still two players who haven't bought in.
Come on, now.
Who are my stragglers? You guys almost got left out.
As you know, buy-in's $100,000, and, as always, cash only, please.
All right.
Let's do this.
Hey, we got some bogeys approaching.
Don't move.
They're not paying you enough to die, so radio your buddy and tell him it's all clear.
Do it.
Never mind.
It's all clear.
You two, grab her.
Anyone else on this floor, - you keep them quiet.
- Get back in the kitchen! Go! Move it! Move it right now! Move it! Move it! Get in there! Sit your asses down right now on the carpet! Empty.
Must already be inside.
Truck, clear.
(MUFFLED SHOUTING) HONDO: Tan.
Check him out.
There's five of them.
All armed.
On the inside.
HONDO: My man, get out of here now.
Let's go.
Hey! Hey, don't do anything stupid! Nobody has to get hurt! All right, everybody, hands on the table.
Let's go.
Get them on the felt! Hey! HONDO: Tan, Chris, take the floor.
Find a way in.
Deac and Becker, you're with me.
Move.
FORTSON: It'll all be over in a minute.
Don't do anything stupid.
We can all go home tonight.
Hands behind your back.
Come on! (SHOUTS) (GRUNTS) TAN: Got two suspects in custody in the dining room.
SAWYER: All right, everybody, watches! Wallets! Let's go! Take them off! It's not worth dying for! Let's go! All right, let's go! Let's go.
Come on! Cover! (GRUNTS) Move, move, move.
Deacon, I've got the rabbit.
Go.
WOMAN: No! Let go of me! - WOMAN: Let me go! Let go! - SAWYER: Get over here! LAPD.
- Let her go.
- SAWYER: Back the hell up.
You get out of my way now, or I swear to God, I kill her.
I'm not letting you take her out of here.
Then we have a real problem here, don't we? Listen to me, man.
There's no way out of here for you.
Well, then, you need to make a way.
I want a clear path to the door and a car.
Those rich idiots in the other room, you get a key off any one of them.
I don't care.
That's not gonna happen.
DEACON: Your only chance to get out of here? Drop that weapon.
I swear to God, I am not playing.
(PANTING) I'm gonna give you guys five seconds, and then I'm gonna waste her.
I don't think so.
I'm gonna kill her! Go ahead.
Go ahead, do it.
- What? - You're not gonna hurt her, man.
She's the reason you're here.
This was all her idea, wasn't it? Although, he might kill you if he knew the truth about you.
Isn't that right, Rachel? Or whatever you're calling yourself this time.
DEACON: This is your last chance.
Drop the weapon now.
Who the hell is Rachel? What is he talking about? Nothing, baby.
Don't listen to him.
- (SCREAMS) - Freeze! Drop it! Drop it! - Get up.
Get up.
- (SCREAMS, GRUNTS) You shot me.
Just played the hand you dealt me.
Catch you all tomorrow.
Yeah.
Take care.
You plan on spending the night? Nah.
Just not in a hurry to get anywhere.
All right.
Hey, Buck.
- It's kind of late.
- Yeah, I just talked to an old-timer in Patrol.
Uh, Street quit? I mean, you guys said he was AWOL.
(SIGHS) Yeah, things took a turn for the worse.
Some trouble with his foster brother, Nate.
Mm.
Did you know him? Yeah.
Even back in his Patrol days down in Long Beach, there wasn't anything Street wouldn't do for his brother.
That's too bad.
Yeah.
All right, I got to get home.
- You good? - Yeah.
Hey, can I, uh, can I walk with you? Sure.
- Night, Chris.
- Night.
See ya around.
So, I talked to Owen.
He said the two of you sat down.
Yeah.
Yeah, I told him I needed some time to think about it.
And? And I'm still thinking about it.
Well, what's there to think about? I mean, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
- A no-brainer, Deac.
- Yeah, you're probably right.
It's just, you know, I'm not sure yet if the time is right.
Hey, hey, hey.
Look, you owe me.
You remember Koreatown when those jacked up 'Niners had you dead to rights? Is that what this is about? Me owing you? 'Cause, Buck, it seems to me that goes both ways.
Yeah, I know.
I'm-I'm sorry.
All right? It's just, uh I mean, I struggled a bit since leaving SWAT.
I mean, you-you know that.
This-this thing, this thing that I have with Owen, I mean, this this could be big for me.
I mean, come on, Deac.
I mean, you heard him.
This could be this could be big for both of us.
I'm not asking you for a favor here.
I'm asking you to say yes to an incredible opportunity.
All right.
Call Owen.
Tell him I'm in.
For-for real? Um, definite? Yeah, for real.
- Let's do this.
- That's great.
This is It's great news.
You-you won't regret it.
Thanks.
(ENGINE TURNS OFF) Now what? Now we stop asking questions.
Stay here.
Where's Barber? Barber had an accident.
What kind of an accident? The "messing with me" kind.
So you're the cop.
Ex-cop.
(CAR DOOR OPENS) What are you waiting for? Drive.
(ENGINE STARTS) Nolan bought it.
I'm in.
All the way.
Now, this morning I terminated Sergeant Spivey.
Have you heard from him lately? I think he might be having some type of financial trouble.
Nate Warren.
Street's brother.
I'm in some trouble, man.
Last week after I closed the bar, two guys bust in.
My boss Nolan, he's into some shady business.
He says I must have been in on the job.
- Were you in on it? - What? - No! - Well, then what do you want me to do? Maybe you should talk to him.
Where you headed? It's your brother, isn't it? Why is it your job to save your family every time they screw up? I said, leave it.
You brought a cop? STREET: Relax.
You let Nate walk away from all this, and I don't tell my friends in Narcotics about your little side business here.
Nobody move! Get your hands up! Whoa, whoa, whoa! You set me up again? - No, I didn't! - We just came in for a drink.
I will shoot you in the face real easy! Go.
I'm gonna take care of this.
Go, go! All of you, go! Time.
That's it.
Chris, that's time.
You're good.
Chris! Hey, Deac.
Any word from Street yet? - He's not returning my calls.
- No.
And I just talked to Luca he hasn't heard anything, either.
He asked me to keep him up to speed while he's rehabbing up in San Francisco.
It's been three days.
How worried do you think we should be? I don't know.
Apparently, he left a message for Hicks saying he's just not coming in.
So at least we know he's okay.
- Physically, yeah.
- I knew something was awry when I heard his brother was in trouble.
Look, we all know that Street's got a soft spot for family, so we just got to trust him.
Whatever he's going through, he's gonna work it out.
Okay? DEACON: Look at that.
Buck Spivey.
Wait a minute.
Look at you all suited and booted.
What, you got a calendar coming out? (LAUGHS) You know, the photo shoot for that is next week.
Ah.
I knew I shouldn't have dressed up for you smart-asses.
You look like you're doing really good.
Yeah, thanks.
I, uh, I finally figured out that there's life after SWAT.
I hope you two schmucks haven't forgotten all the lessons I taught you.
There he is, the Buck we know and love.
- (CHUCKLES) - Well, listen, you haven't, uh, you haven't heard from Street, have you? No.
Don't tell me our boy's backsliding.
No, the kid's just gone AWOL for a few days.
I'm sorry to hear that.
I'll, uh, I'll give him a call.
But in the meantime, Deac, you got a minute? I want to I want to bend your ear about something.
Okay, there's my cue.
I know when I'm not wanted.
Buck, it's good to see you, man.
Good to see you.
Come on.
I got a business proposal that I want to tell you about.
If you're looking for investors, Buck, - I'm the last guy to talk to.
- No, no.
We, uh, we got investors, we got plenty of them.
What, uh, what we need is you.
So, I'm, um, I'm hooked up with a guy named Owen Bennett.
He's an ex-Army Ranger, solid as they come.
And, uh, we're looking to launch a private security firm.
You know, real high-end.
And like I said, the investors, they're-they're already in place.
But what would really put things over the top would be to have you on board.
Active SWAT sergeant.
Police Star recipient.
Buck, I don't think I'm ready to give up SWAT just yet.
Who said anything about giving up SWAT? I'm talking about a side gig.
You know, hardly more than consulting.
Fully within regs.
When you sit down with Owen, he'll explain the whole thing to you.
Look, I don't want to waste the guy's time.
I I'm picking up plenty of overtime Deac, listen, I need you to hear me out on this, because it's, uh it's not just about money.
You were my number two for how many years? Now you're Hondo's number two.
Right? I mean, this is a real leadership opportunity.
This is something that SWA hasn't given you.
I'm not here to sell you.
I'll-I'll let Owen do that.
But just sit down with him and talk.
That's that's all I ask.
Okay.
Sure.
This is gonna be great for both of us.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) - Thank you.
- You're welcome.
(SCREAMING) Nobody move! Stay the hell right where you are! Open the cage! Now! You want me to kill him? Open it! - Okay, okay, okay! - Hurry up! Hurry up! Get out! Get out! Come on! Move! Hurry up! Get out of there! Move! Hurry up! Let's go, let's go, let's go! Load it up, load it up, load it up! (ZIPPER CLOSES) We got company! Let's move! Move! Move, move, move! Come on, come on, come on! (GUNSHOTS) Robbery happening in Card Room One.
Hey! Hey! You under the table, you stay right there, you hear me? You stay right there.
You don't move.
You move, you die.
Yo.
We can't wait.
We gotta go, we gotta go.
(SIRENS WAILING, TIRES SCREECHING) (GUNFIRE CONTINUES) HONDO: Five-man crew just hit the Mandeville Card Casino.
At least two dead.
One of the gunmen - still holed up inside.
- What about the other four? - They got away.
- TAN: And left their boy behind? - That's cold.
- That's what separates them from us.
HONDO: The remaining guy's locked in a cash cage, and he's got the drop on multiple hostages.
TAN: That's gonna make him a tough get.
The cash cage at that place is wrapped in thick Lucite It's bulletproof for sure.
Sound like an expert on the Mandeville Casino.
What are you, a regular? Hardly.
But weekends draw the college kids and bachelor parties, and they're better at drinking than playing poker Helps my odds a little.
- We're about 30 seconds away.
- HONDO: All right, listen up, with Luca injured and now Street AWOL, we're out of our normal rhythm.
That's when things can get sloppy and people get hurt.
Let's get our heads on straight and stay liquid.
(SIREN WAILING) Deacon, hunt down the head of security or whoever's in charge, see what intel you can get.
Go.
Chris, Tan, Becker, you're with me.
Let's get a look at what we're dealing with.
HONDO: This is LAPD! Everybody stay down - and keep calm! - ROLLINS: Back the hell up! You hear me? Hey, back the hell up! Anybody comes anywhere near this cage, I start wasting people! HONDO: Listen to me, man.
We just want to talk to you.
We want to resolve this without anyone else getting hurt.
- Think we can do that? - That really depends on you, doesn't it? DEACON (ON RADIO): Hondo, Tan was right.
Glass is bulletproof.
Rear wall is steel-reinforced.
Thing's a fortress.
CHRIS: He's got eyes on every approach.
Whatever we go at him with, he's gonna see it coming.
Which means he'll have time to take those hostages down with him.
HONDO: We got to get creative.
Tan, we still got those hopper guns, right? - Yup.
- We got any paint rounds left over from that training exercise we did with LASD? - Yeah, we got a ton of 'em.
- All right, go.
Go get 'em.
I got you covered.
Move.
Yo, man, it don't make no sense us yelling back and forth like this! We're gonna get you a phone, all right? Nobody's coming near you! We're gonna let the robot drop off the phone so we can talk! All right, that's as far as the robot can reach.
You're gonna have to grab the phone.
Tan, now.
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go! Going with the pepper spray.
(COUGHING) This is done, man! You hear me? It's over! Let's go! Come out slowly! Throw your gun out first! Don't be stupid! (YELLS) Move in, Tan.
Move in.
We're closed.
You better step back off me.
You got a heck of a sack coming back in here.
Both of you.
Yeah, I figured we had unfinished business.
Yeah, the 50 grand in heroin Nate's on the hook for.
No.
The way I see it, Nate's debt is paid.
Consider it the cost of me cleaning up your mess.
My mess? You're the one who killed those two.
Yeah, I shot them, stopped them from ripping you off, so that pays for Nate.
Now he walks away.
I walk away.
You and I never have to see each other or speak of this again.
And if you get pinched by the cops on something else and think that you can flip this on me, I will kill you, too.
Is that clear? (QUIETLY): Clear enough.
But before you go, there's something I want you to see.
(WHISPERS): Keep watching.
Nate, what the hell are you doing here, man? I told you to go.
This is my fault.
- Let me help! - Listen, I don't want you in this any deeper.
Now get out of here.
Come on, man, go! Go! This isn't happening.
What do you want? You can't guess? You're working for me now.
Never had a cop on the payroll before.
It's not gonna happen.
Couple of weeks.
I have a new business partner that I'm trying to impress.
It's gonna do big things for me.
It's gonna take preparations, protection and you are just the man to smooth the waters.
Un-Unless, of course, you want to explain this to your bosses at the LAPD.
Two weeks.
Two weeks I help you but Nate leaves here right now and never comes back.
He's off the hook.
He's free and clear.
You guarantee me that I'll do what you want.
Welcome aboard, Officer Street.
HICKS: Nice work.
Heard it could've been worse in a lot of ways.
No hostages lost.
Team made it back safe and sound.
But two guards were killed before we got there.
What's all this? (INDISTINCT CHATTER) LAPD Cadets program.
They're giving 'em a tour of SWAT, chance to see what's really possible if you put the work in.
- Maybe you can say a word.
- Be happy to, once we get changed.
Street, man.
It's good to see you.
Where you been? Why don't you, me and Hondo go somewhere private and figure out what the hell's been going on with you.
I can't really get into it right now.
I'm sorry? You've been MIA for three days.
You left your team a man down.
That's the best you can do? "I can't get into it right now"? Son, you better make an attitude adjustment quick.
DEACON: Street, what's going on? I need the next few weeks off.
HICKS: There's a process to requesting time off.
You know that.
You fill out a request form.
But I'm gonna save you the time.
Request denied.
- Commander, let's just hear him out.
- No.
He's tested my patience long enough.
You're not up to active duty, you serve your penance in the armory.
One month cage duty.
Maybe then I'll think about assigning you active.
I can't do that.
I'm not giving you a choice.
Now move your ass.
Street, you be smart about this and get moving.
- You know what? - What? I quit.
Street, no.
What are you doing? Come on, Street.
You don't mean this, man.
Stop! Street, talk to me! Let him go, Chris! That's an order! (LOCKER OPENS) This is crazy.
He can't really mean it, can he? Even if he doesn't, I don't see a way back.
Hicks and Hondo, they gave him a do-over.
He's not gonna get another one.
I feel like it's my fault.
I should've stopped him from going down to Long Beach alone that night.
Hey, Chris, don't go there.
We all thought that Street had his head on straight.
Nobody saw this coming.
I did.
But he just wouldn't listen.
TAN: Hey.
Come on, Chris.
- It's not on you.
- HONDO: Listen up.
I'm not any happier about what just went down than you are, and we're gonna deal with that later.
Right now, we got a crew out there that killed two innocent people this morning.
So let's focus on work and get the job done.
HICKS: Hondo, Tan, get a look at this.
- That's our crew from this morning.
- Yeah.
Wait a sec, that doesn't look like anywhere in the Mandeville Casino.
That's somewhere else.
So they've hit before? Almost a dozen times.
Today's their first strike in SoCal, but they've been hitting card clubs and Indian casinos all across the West.
Always the same M.
O.
Five guys.
Fast in, fast out.
And they got no qualms about shooting people either.
They got at least ten bodies in their wake.
This is the guy we took out today? Carl Rollins.
His rap sheet's pretty hard-core.
This definitely wasn't his first dance.
RHD's looking into known associates.
Could lead us to the rest of the crew.
Just got off the phone with the Mandeville Casino.
So, it looks like, this morning, these guys got away with a little over 200 grand in cash, - another $20,000 in chips.
- Wow.
They took chips? - What denomination? - $100.
Why? High value chips can be tracked.
They have an RFID tag embedded in 'em.
But a crew like this has to be smart enough to know that.
HICKS: Maybe they got grabbed up by accident, swept into a bag - while they were raking up cash.
- One thing's for sure.
If today wasn't their first heist, it damn sure ain't gonna be their last.
Hey.
You got plans after shift tonight? No.
Bonnie's got a work thing.
I was just gonna order in.
I dug up an address on Street's old foster brother, Nate.
I was thinking of heading down there.
You want to ride shotgun? Yeah.
For sure, I'm in.
Cool.
This isn't right, man.
I can't do this to you, leave you hanging in there with Nolan.
You didn't do this to me.
You were in trouble.
You came to me for help.
The rest is my doing.
Nolan's dangerous, man.
I saw him take a baseball bat to a couple drunks in the alley one night out.
He beat their heads into a pulp.
I saw him enjoy it.
Guess it's a good thing I got you away from him then.
Jimmy, I'm serious.
Look, I don't want you hanging out with him.
I make a living dealing with guys like this.
For the next two weeks, this is just another mission for me.
That's it.
I just need you to stay clear of it.
All right? I was the big brother.
I looked out for you.
- Do you remember that? - I remember.
And I am grateful.
I would've never made it through the foster system without you.
But we are not kids anymore.
I made a choice, and I'm gonna have to live with it.
So you're gonna have to live with it, too.
(KNOCKING) Must be the food.
(DOOR OPENS) TAN: Street.
Whoa.
What are you guys doing here? Looking for you.
Just trying to understand what's going on.
Is this Nate? What have you gotten him messed up in, huh? Chris, please don't.
He's my brother.
Foster brother.
That means he's family.
And we're not? You worked so hard to get back on SWAT the last time.
We both did! - I know.
- Then why are you throwing it all away, again? Look, what's done is done.
- I am out at SWAT.
That's it.
- TAN: Hey, come on, man.
At least tell us what's going on.
What kind of trouble you in? I'm not in any kind of trouble.
- We're trying to help you.
- Why is it so hard to understand?! I don't want your help, okay? All I want is for you guys to go.
Just leave.
Let's go, Chris.
(DOOR CLOSES) DEACON: Hey.
I got a text from Chris.
She said you two went down to Long Beach to see Street last night.
- Yeah, it wasn't worth the drive.
- What do you mean? Well, he shut us down, almost as soon as we got there.
Maybe 'cause his brother was there.
I don't know.
Did you at least find out what's going on with him? Don't know, but something's messed up.
It's like he just doesn't want to be saved.
You were right about the RFID tags embedded into the casino chips, but you were wrong thinking these guys were smart enough to know it.
They cashed 'em in? One of 'em did.
Tried to, anyway.
What's this? Someone want to tell me why I'm here? You're here because you're stupid, which, in and of itself, is not a crime.
But it led you to think that you could cash in 20 grand of stolen poker chips and no one would notice.
Stolen chips? I won these.
TAN: You won 20 grand? Must be hell of a poker player.
Okay, let's say you open from the hi-jack with pocket tens to 20 bucks.
Button three-bets you to 70 bucks.
It folds back around to you.
What's your play? Come on, a shark like you ought to know.
You won 20 grand, right? Guess I just got lucky.
All right.
See that? That's an RFID tag.
Means these chips can be tracked.
That means that we know, without a doubt, you didn't win 'em.
You stole 'em yesterday, along with your buddies, and you killed two people in the process.
We got you, Vincent.
You're done.
D.
A.
's gonna look at you.
They're gonna see a dozen heists, ten dead bodies.
You're going away forever.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
A dozen heists? Y-Yesterday was a one-off job for me.
I-I don't know anything about any other robberies.
You trying to tell us you're not a regular part of this crew? Swear to God.
Guy I know hooked me in.
Supposed to be one-and-done.
That's why I stole the chips.
I-I saw how small the cut they were gonna give me, and-and so I thought I'd give myself a bonus.
The guy who hooked you in, what's his name? Where do we find him? You know what he would do to me if I told you that? TAN: Nothing.
Because he'd be spending a lot more time in prison than you.
You have one way to help yourself, Vincent.
Please tell me you're not gonna be stupid again.
Yo, where's my damn food? I'm hungry.
(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING) LAPD SWAT! Two, two, two! - CHRIS: LAPD SWAT! - HONDO: You're under arrest! LAPD! Tan, your way! (INDISTINCT CHATTER) HONDO: Coveralls, masks, weapons.
Some cash in this one.
Looks like their winning streak just came to an end.
(PHONES BEEPING) Casino crew just hit again ten minutes ago.
Charlemagne Card Club in Downey.
Ten minutes ago? No way.
How? That is them right there.
Tell that to the pit boss that just got shot.
This is the heist that just went down.
Charlemagne Casino.
Five guys, coveralls, masks, assault rifles.
Looks like the same crew.
Looks like it, but look closer.
Check the guy out on the right, - how he's carrying.
- He's left-handed, and all of yesterday's crew was right-handed.
And that guy's got a Glock on his hip.
None of the Mandeville crew strapped a Glock.
So, two different crews with the exact same M.
O.
? Oh, it gets weirder.
I pulled surveillance photos from a casino that was hit five weeks ago in Oakland.
Same deal Coveralls, masks.
The body types don't match at all.
That's another crew.
It's almost like a burger chain.
Everybody wears the same uniform, does the same job, but they're separate businesses.
CHRIS: The crimes have been franchised.
Which means there has to be somebody higher up - running all these ops.
- Yeah.
I think it's time we find the CEO.
HONDO: According to your homeys, you're the leader.
Congratulations on that, my man.
So, you're the one who put together yesterday's crew? I can't stop people from talking.
You ain't the brains of the operation, that we know.
There's somebody higher up who did the heavy lifting, and planned that job, so why don't we talk about who's really giving the orders? Gonna be a real one-sided conversation.
'Cause I'm not giving you anything.
Oh, you're afraid of them, is that it? (SCOFFS) "Afraid"? Never been afraid of anything.
I just prefer loyalty.
HICKS: You believe this guy? Yesterday he helps murder two innocent people.
Now he's in there acting like his loyalty is some kind of virtue.
Commander, what if we don't need him to tell us who his higher-ups are? He was only recently paroled, right? He got out of prison two weeks ago.
Okay, and you got to figure that the Mandeville Casino heist took some planning.
So chances are they put the whole thing together while he was still in lockup.
We take a close look at any visitors he might've had in prison.
His cellmate, texts, e-mails.
And we find whoever's behind this.
Sergeant Kay.
Owen Bennett.
It's good to meet you.
Fair warning, I'm on call, so I might get pulled away at any second.
Then I won't waste any time.
I put together an info packet The business plan, my bio, etcetera.
But while I have you, while we're here, I want to get right to the straight shot.
Looking to build a high-end, high-prestige, private security firm.
I've had a good amount of experience working with professional athletes, celebrities, high-profile security functions.
I see this as a chance to build off that, and really get it right.
One question right off the bat.
Why me? You mean besides the fact that Buck recommended the hell out of you? Honestly, part of it is marquee value.
You're an active SWAT sergeant, decorated with the Police Star.
That'll go a long way with our investors, potential clients.
I also need your know-how.
You're trained in personal protection, versed in every type of weapon.
And, frankly you've got the right look.
And what's that? People trust you.
Tell me I'm wrong.
That's why I'm offering you a partnership share.
No doubt, the workload during start-up will be heavy, but we can shape your schedule around your SWAT shifts.
Once we're established, you could pull back, assume a strictly planning and supervisory role.
You make money while the people you've trained do all the work.
Where does Buck fit in all of this? I love Buck.
He'll be a great addition.
But you google his name, the first thing you find is the Raymont Harris shooting.
He can't be the name or face of this company.
You can.
There are income and salary projections in there.
They're just estimates, but I think they're accurate.
Interested? I am.
I want some time to look things over, - discuss it with my wife.
- Of course.
This isn't something I'd have you enter into lightly.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) First day on the job, and you're already late.
What kind of an impression is that to make? Get your breath out of my face.
Officer Street.
Drink, or are you still technically on duty? I quit my job.
So I heard.
What? Did you think we wouldn't check up on you? How about you just tell me what you want from me? First, Barber's gonna pat you down for a wire.
All right, all right.
What do you need? You used to work for Long Beach PD, so you know their patrol patterns, blind spots, vulnerabilities.
Same, I'm sure, for the LAPD.
So, if I got to move a shipment, you're gonna tell me the best routes and times.
You're gonna tap your sources, and find out if there's any raids that would snag any of my dealers.
Is that all? That and any other damn thing I decide I want from you.
That means that you have to listen to everything that I say, too, smart-ass.
Okay, keep your hands off me.
Hey, maybe, maybe not.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Knock it off! (BOTH GRUNTING) Guys! Hey, that is enough! (SHOUTS, GRUNTS) What the hell did you do? - Broke my damn arm.
- You get to the hospital.
You get that looked at, and you, you cancel any plans that you have, because you are working late tonight.
You got something? We're thinking we found our Mr.
Big.
CHRIS: A woman.
Wait a minute, I think I've seen her before.
I ordered a deep dive of Harden's prison records, looking for any outside contact he might have had.
Turns out he had a pen pal romance while in lockup, e-mailing with this woman Calls herself Rachel.
E-mails contain plenty of the usual X-rated stuff, but they get emotionally intense as well.
Looks like she really hooked him in.
So this is who Harden's been protecting.
There's no actual instructions for a heist, but she did tell Harden he was gonna have to prove his love after his release before she'd marry him.
So she basically seduced him into pulling off yesterday's casino job.
Is there any ridiculous thing a guy wouldn't do to get laid? Yeah, well, in Harden's case, he thought he found true love.
And he's not the only one.
Once we found Rachel's e-mails to Harden, we checked the prison database for other e-mails originating from her same IP address.
Saying she was two-timing Harden isn't the half of it.
She had similar e-mail romances going with at least 16 other inmates.
E-mails every bit as hot and steamy as the ones she had with Harden.
Romances intensify right before the inmate's release.
She leads them all on, grooms each one to pull off a heist as proof of their devotion.
- (SCOFFS) - CHRIS: Here.
I knew I'd seen her before when I was going through the footage of the Mandeville robbery.
Check out the brunette with the rose gold watch.
HONDO: That's her.
She watched the whole thing go down.
HONDO: Got some bad news for you, lover boy.
We figured out where your orders came from.
Hmm.
And I ain't gonna lie.
Ooh, there's some juicy stuff in those e-mails right there.
Yeah, go ahead and take a read.
Those bring back some good old memories, don't it? But you better take a closer look, because none of those e-mails are addressed to you.
You know her as Rachel but she was "Laura" to a con at Pelican Bay, "Sadie" to another at Atascadero.
"Ayla" and "Christine" to a couple inmates at San Quentin.
- No way.
- I mean, damn, that's game right there.
She must have used a phone book to come up with some of those names.
And she's got over 20 of 'em.
Yeah, that's right.
And 20 inmates just like you who believed that they were her one and only.
Looks like the player got played.
She said she was gonna marry me.
(CHUCKLES) But only after you robbed a casino for her.
Right? What's your take on loyalty now? Tell us where we can find her.
- I'll check with the front desk.
- Okay.
- Hey.
- Hey.
She look familiar to you? - Yeah.
Super sweet.
- She staying here? She was.
She checked out a couple hours ago.
You sure about that? Yeah.
I was right here and watched her go.
She's checked out, gone.
Probably cleared out of town.
24-David to backup units.
Suspect's a ghost.
We missed our shot.
Still one more casino in town.
Maybe she'll be dumb enough to hit it.
No way.
After the other two heists, that place is on lockdown.
Extra security and LAPD patrols Hey! Hold on a sec.
- Have a good day.
- Excuse me.
Did you get this woman her car? Uh, yeah.
Silver Lexus.
A rental.
Don't remember what company.
She ask for any directions, say where she was going? No.
We didn't talk; she was on her phone the whole time.
Did you hear what she was saying? Anything about a casino or a card club? How'd you know that? I mean, she didn't say anything about a casino, but she was talking about poker.
CHRIS: What about it? Did she say where? I just heard her say something about a private game.
- Nothing but high rollers.
- Okay, thanks.
She's changing up her M.
O.
Knows we're onto the casino heists.
Private game could be anywhere.
I'll reach out to some cops in Vice.
Maybe they've heard something.
Where we headed tonight? You'll know when we get there.
- What the hell are you doing here? - I've been thinking.
If you're here, I've got to be here.
Are you kidding me? Get lost.
I'm sorry, but I've got to look out for you, too.
I don't need your sorry, and I don't need you looking out for me, okay? I just need you gone.
Go! I want back in.
I want my old job back.
That is not happening.
That was part of our deal.
Nate is out, free and clear.
You keep talking about our deal like you have some kind of leverage; you don't.
It's my bar.
I have the video, I call the shots.
Sure thing, Nate.
You want back in, I can always use a couple extra hands.
Go start the car.
I'll be out when I'm ready.
We got any word on that private game that's supposed to be going down? Not yet.
And there's no guarantee we'll hear about it in time.
Hey, uh, can I talk to you about something? Has to do with Buck's visit yesterday.
- Yeah.
What's up? - He put me in touch with a guy who's starting a private security firm, and he wants me as partner.
- Is the guy aboveboard? - Yeah, 100%.
He's got a pristine military record.
He's run security for a couple of movie studios.
So what's the hitch? Well, to be honest, the only reason he came to me is because I was awarded the Police Star.
I guess he presold some of the investors on it.
And that's a red flag for you? I'm not sure how I feel about monetizing the Star.
I would have never received it if it wasn't for the whole team, and now I use that to cash in? I'm just not sure how I feel about that.
Deacon, nobody around here would fault you for striking when the iron is hot, getting a little something better for your family.
Especially after everything they've been through this year.
What's Annie think? Well, she's got her concerns.
Mostly about the time spent away from family.
But she'd welcome any extra money coming in.
So what are you gonna do? Just heard back from an old partner in Vice.
Some heavy hitters are having a card game tonight A mansion up in Benedict Canyon.
No way to know if that's the right target.
Yeah, well, I can think of one way.
Ladies and gentlemen, there are still two players who haven't bought in.
Come on, now.
Who are my stragglers? You guys almost got left out.
As you know, buy-in's $100,000, and, as always, cash only, please.
All right.
Let's do this.
Hey, we got some bogeys approaching.
Don't move.
They're not paying you enough to die, so radio your buddy and tell him it's all clear.
Do it.
Never mind.
It's all clear.
You two, grab her.
Anyone else on this floor, - you keep them quiet.
- Get back in the kitchen! Go! Move it! Move it right now! Move it! Move it! Get in there! Sit your asses down right now on the carpet! Empty.
Must already be inside.
Truck, clear.
(MUFFLED SHOUTING) HONDO: Tan.
Check him out.
There's five of them.
All armed.
On the inside.
HONDO: My man, get out of here now.
Let's go.
Hey! Hey, don't do anything stupid! Nobody has to get hurt! All right, everybody, hands on the table.
Let's go.
Get them on the felt! Hey! HONDO: Tan, Chris, take the floor.
Find a way in.
Deac and Becker, you're with me.
Move.
FORTSON: It'll all be over in a minute.
Don't do anything stupid.
We can all go home tonight.
Hands behind your back.
Come on! (SHOUTS) (GRUNTS) TAN: Got two suspects in custody in the dining room.
SAWYER: All right, everybody, watches! Wallets! Let's go! Take them off! It's not worth dying for! Let's go! All right, let's go! Let's go.
Come on! Cover! (GRUNTS) Move, move, move.
Deacon, I've got the rabbit.
Go.
WOMAN: No! Let go of me! - WOMAN: Let me go! Let go! - SAWYER: Get over here! LAPD.
- Let her go.
- SAWYER: Back the hell up.
You get out of my way now, or I swear to God, I kill her.
I'm not letting you take her out of here.
Then we have a real problem here, don't we? Listen to me, man.
There's no way out of here for you.
Well, then, you need to make a way.
I want a clear path to the door and a car.
Those rich idiots in the other room, you get a key off any one of them.
I don't care.
That's not gonna happen.
DEACON: Your only chance to get out of here? Drop that weapon.
I swear to God, I am not playing.
(PANTING) I'm gonna give you guys five seconds, and then I'm gonna waste her.
I don't think so.
I'm gonna kill her! Go ahead.
Go ahead, do it.
- What? - You're not gonna hurt her, man.
She's the reason you're here.
This was all her idea, wasn't it? Although, he might kill you if he knew the truth about you.
Isn't that right, Rachel? Or whatever you're calling yourself this time.
DEACON: This is your last chance.
Drop the weapon now.
Who the hell is Rachel? What is he talking about? Nothing, baby.
Don't listen to him.
- (SCREAMS) - Freeze! Drop it! Drop it! - Get up.
Get up.
- (SCREAMS, GRUNTS) You shot me.
Just played the hand you dealt me.
Catch you all tomorrow.
Yeah.
Take care.
You plan on spending the night? Nah.
Just not in a hurry to get anywhere.
All right.
Hey, Buck.
- It's kind of late.
- Yeah, I just talked to an old-timer in Patrol.
Uh, Street quit? I mean, you guys said he was AWOL.
(SIGHS) Yeah, things took a turn for the worse.
Some trouble with his foster brother, Nate.
Mm.
Did you know him? Yeah.
Even back in his Patrol days down in Long Beach, there wasn't anything Street wouldn't do for his brother.
That's too bad.
Yeah.
All right, I got to get home.
- You good? - Yeah.
Hey, can I, uh, can I walk with you? Sure.
- Night, Chris.
- Night.
See ya around.
So, I talked to Owen.
He said the two of you sat down.
Yeah.
Yeah, I told him I needed some time to think about it.
And? And I'm still thinking about it.
Well, what's there to think about? I mean, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
- A no-brainer, Deac.
- Yeah, you're probably right.
It's just, you know, I'm not sure yet if the time is right.
Hey, hey, hey.
Look, you owe me.
You remember Koreatown when those jacked up 'Niners had you dead to rights? Is that what this is about? Me owing you? 'Cause, Buck, it seems to me that goes both ways.
Yeah, I know.
I'm-I'm sorry.
All right? It's just, uh I mean, I struggled a bit since leaving SWAT.
I mean, you-you know that.
This-this thing, this thing that I have with Owen, I mean, this this could be big for me.
I mean, come on, Deac.
I mean, you heard him.
This could be this could be big for both of us.
I'm not asking you for a favor here.
I'm asking you to say yes to an incredible opportunity.
All right.
Call Owen.
Tell him I'm in.
For-for real? Um, definite? Yeah, for real.
- Let's do this.
- That's great.
This is It's great news.
You-you won't regret it.
Thanks.
(ENGINE TURNS OFF) Now what? Now we stop asking questions.
Stay here.
Where's Barber? Barber had an accident.
What kind of an accident? The "messing with me" kind.
So you're the cop.
Ex-cop.
(CAR DOOR OPENS) What are you waiting for? Drive.
(ENGINE STARTS) Nolan bought it.
I'm in.
All the way.