Hands where I can see them, guys. Come on.
- T.J., what the hell are you doing? - What the hell does it look like?
I'm taking Frenchie here up on his offer.
Now, you guys just be smart. Hands up, Box! Come on. Come on.
Hands up! Hands up, Box. Let's go, let me see it. Hands up! Let's go!
What the hell was that?
- What was that, Bri? - He was going for his piece.
No, he wasn't! I had it under control!
- You didn't have to shoot him! - What do you say, Jimbo?
- Want to be a cowboy? - T.J., Street, Boxer!
- "Car Two, respond!" - We're catching up to you, sarge.
- We'll be there in about... - Officer down! 7 th and Hope!
- Flip a bitch! - Flipping a bitch.
- 10-David! - Move!
10-David! Do you have a location on car number two?
- Move! Move! Move! - Roger.
Car Two is stopped at 7 th and Hope.
Do me a favor. Tell Fuller it was me who pulled this off, yeah?
I'm not gonna let you get away with this, Gamble.
Well, you ain't got a say in the matter, do you?
Suspects wearing tactical clothing and have automatic weapons.
T.J., don't do this!
I got an officer down! Officer down! 7 th and Hope!
Suspects are entering the Pershing Square MTA station.
- Boxer, hang in there! Hang in there. - You okay?
I'm all right. Boxer got hit.
We're gonna need an ambulance!
- Who did this? - It was Gamble.
- Box! - Get him up. Get him over!
It was T.J. And Gamble. They've gone down the subway.
Let's go hunting.
- I'm gonna get the kit! - Take care of him.
- Yeah. - Street, let's go!
This is 73-David. This is 73-David. I need an RA unit...
...as soon as possible to the corner of Hope and 7 th.
Officer down! I repeat, officer down!
All right, T., we're in.
Let's go.
Hit the juice, grandpa.
Come on, Box.
Come on, come on, come on!
- What do we got? - Gunshot wound to the neck.
- Vitals? - None.
Come on! Let's go!
Always one step behind.
This is 70-David at 7 th and Hope.
Suspects are on eastbound train number 5-0-7...
...headed to Metro Center at 7 th and Figueroa.
Have the rail unit contact M TA...
...and shut it down at the next station. - Roger that, 70-David.
What are they gonna do, take the subway all the way to Mexico?
Come on, check for secondary wounds.
Sanchez! Deke, Sanchez! Meet that train at the next station.
73-David, we copy.
You better be good for it.
I assure you, if anyone is, it's me.
I want you to set up a perimeter.
Nobody comes in the station and nobody gets off a train.
Yes, sir. You got it.
Rail unit, this is 10-David. I've got my men headed to the Figueroa station.
- Are you ready to stop that train? - "Yes, sir."
- Where's this train? - Never made it.
Should've been here by now.
Sanchez to Hondo. The train never made it to Figueroa.
Secure the station. SWAT's got it.
Got people. Hands up! Let me see your hands! Now!
Hands. Hands!
Hands. Show him your hands. Hands.
Where are they?
- They said they were gonna kill me. - They're not coming back.
Down the shaft.
Where'd they go?
10-David, this is 70-David.
Suspects have entered what appears to be a storm drain...
...approximately a quarter-mile north of Metro Center.
Roger that, 70-David.
We'll deploy above ground accordingly.
We're going in after them.
This shaft intersects with the storm-drain system.
They could pop out of any manhole in a five-mile radius.
- How many manholes are we talking? - 6000.
Six thousand?! I can't cover 6000...
R-Commander, 10-David.
Put that airship down and give me...
...a command post at Sixth and Hope Street.
And give me a landline, Code Two.
70-David to 10-David.
70-David to 114. Do you read me?
We got no reception down here.
Gamble wants us on an island...
...he's got it.
Stay alert, guys.
They went this way.
- "We have ID'd those suspects." - Great! Who are they?
Former Officer Gamble and Officer T.J. McCabe.
Gamble, as in Street's ex-partner Gamble?
Roger.
There is some kind of plan here, right?
There's your plan, pumpkin.
We have got two SWAT-trained guys leading this attack.
How do we know the rest aren't in on it?
Because I can vouch for Hondo.
Willing to bet $ 100 million on that?
Bingo.
You gotta be shitting me.
If they're good, this is only gonna slow them down, T.J.
This was supposed to be simple snatch and extract.
- Boxer was a threat. - He was my friend!
- He was mine too! - Stop crying, you can buy new friends.
Don't give me any more reasons to kill you.
What are you going to do, shoot me?
You should relax a little bit, my friend. I'm the money here. Don't forget it.
We don't have time for this shit.
Look, you can go ahead. I know this sucks.
Let's worry about it in paradise, all right?
Come on.
Have we re-established contact with Hondo?
Not yet, sir. 70-David, advise your location, please.
70-David, come in.
Hondo, where the hell are you?
What's that?
- It's phosphorescent paint. - Oh, yeah?
Keep your eyes on the wall for more.
- Gas masks? - It's just smoke.
We're gonna have to go in blind.
What's going on?
Tripwire. Live mine.
- Whoa, claymore. Nasty stuff. - No shit.
There's an old Indian saying:
Where there's one white man...
There's more white men.
What? Do you hear something?
No. That's the problem.
Come on, we gotta move.
- You all smell like shit. - That would be a sewer.
- Where's our air? - On track and on schedule.
Wonderful.
T.J., ride with me.
Come on, guys, gotta go!
All units in the vicinity of the Hawthorne Airport:
Residents report beacon lights turned on after closing hours.
Dispatch, R-Commander. Deploy all available units...
...to Hawthorne Airport. Call the FAA for details.
They're gonna fly him out of the country.
10-David, this is R-Commander. Get your men there as soon as possible.
Roger that.
Unit One, what's your status?
We are approximately 45 miles due east of Point Bravo.
We have begun our descent. That's a six-minute ETA.
Roger that.
- Ain't this a bitch? - A cold, hard one.
10-David to R-Commander, we are approaching Hawthorne Airport.
- Street! How about the claymore? - Shit! I'll be back. Deke!
10-David to R-Commander.
We have established a perimeter around the airport.
Additional SWAT units are en route.
Van One, Van Two, you have less than five minutes.
Roger that, 10-David. Any word from Hondo's team?
- 70-David is still out of radio contact. - Hondo, you son of a bitch!
You sure you know what you're doing?
Remember when you asked me what I used to do in the SEALs?
Oh, yeah.
All right, clear.
Fire in the hole.
10-David, this is 70-David.
70-David, where the hell are you?
We are somewhere around Sixth and Trenton.
We lost communication in the tunnels. Where's our backup?
Hawthorne Airport. That's where your friends...
...Gamble and T.J. McCabe are headed.
That's the other side of town! Send a couple units to pick us up.
Pick you up? For all I know, you're in on this!
- "I got a good mind to bring you in." - Like hell. Come on, let's go.
- Police! Stop the car! - Stop the vehicle!
- Stop the car! - Stop the car!
Stop the car! Exit the car, sir!
- You guys have to get out of here. - Police emergency.
- Wait, I just have kids in the car. - Well, get them out of there!
- It's us in the gun cage tomorrow. - You know how it is, Street.
Sometimes doing the right thing ain't doing the right thing.
- Last car through. Bridge is locked. - Copy that.
- I thought you couldn't drive. - I said I didn't like to.
Keep getting into accidents.
Sounds like they're trying to fly him out of here.
Why would they turn on the lights and warn everybody?
Shit! Gamble's smarter than that.
There's a full moon. A rookie could land on a night like this.
- So why'd they pop up back there? - I don't know.
But Fuller's sending all we got to Hawthorne.
Did they build a new airport in downtown in the past couple of days?
I don't think so, Sanchez. Why?
That jet to your right, it's flying pretty low, and it's only getting lower.
- That's our boy! That's our boy! - He's setting down.
- Yeah, but where? - I don't know, but follow that jet.
- How wide is the Sixth Street Bridge? - It's gotta be four lanes across...
...sidewalks. Plane small enough...
...he might be able to set it down, if he's got the balls.
Reducing speed.
This is 70-David. That plane's not coming to Hawthorne.
I gave you a direct order to stand down, sergeant.
And I would have, Tom...
...except I saw a Learjet about to land on the Sixth Street Bridge.
- Give me 40 percent flaps. - Forty percent flaps, check.
Sir, we have reports of a low-flying aircraft in the downtown area.
- Where's the nearest backup? - Five, six minutes.
I don't think you're feeling me on this, Tom. We're going in.
Oh, God!
- Reverse thrust. - Roger that. Full brake.
This guy's worth every penny.
All right, let's turn this plane around.
10-David, we just got a report a plane has landed on the Sixth Street Bridge.
They what?
Let's mount up!
All right, give me a car downstairs now.
- What? What's going on? - Just got room for one of you.
- I'm not going without my wife! - Well then, don't.
No! No, no, no. Richard!
- Jesus Christ! - Richard! Richard...
Richard is gone, so sit down and shut up!
Twenty seconds! See you in Margaritaville.
- Come on, come on, come on! - Please, just let me go.
- Please, let me go! - Shut her up!
- Come on! - Shut the hell up!
Get us in the air.
- Yes, sir. - Okay, let's go home.
Oh, look. They've got their own airport security.
You've got company! Limo broke containment!
All right, we got you covered, man.
Just keep coming.
Boom.
Son of a bitch!
Here.
- What's this? - Well, that'd be a cell phone.
That's the account where I want the money transferred.
The bank verifies the transfer, goddamn if you ain't a free man.
70-David, be advised there are hostages onboard.
All right, you heard the man.
- Deke! - Yo!
They get that plane off the ground, those hostages are dead.
I need your A-game, boys and girl.
- What's going on? - Get them off our asses!
Just fly the plane. Open the hatch.
- Come on! - Open the hatch!
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I got no shot!
Get this thing in the air!
Come on!
Shut that goddamn door!
- Damn it! - I hope you got a plan B, brother.
You stay there. You're fine.
- Gamble! Let her go! - Take a shot, Jimbo!
- Sanchez is down! - Sanchez.
Go get him.
Give me more ammo!
Deke! Frog's running!
- Are you okay? - I'm all right, man.
- Sorry, ma'am. I gotta go too. - No.
Tell Daddy how you want it.
You're like a goddamn rash!
You might want to get that looked at, brother.
- How's Boxer? - What do you care?
Come on, Hondo. Just give me that.
He's gonna make it.
Good.
Just couldn't resist, could you?
So, what do you want to do?
Goddamn it, sarge.
There's one in the chamber, partner.
Come on.
- So how's Boxer? - Got word he's gonna pull through.
That's great.
Remind me to buy some shares in KEVLAR.
Good work, Sanchez.
You look like you need a Band-Aid.
Somebody else needs a body bag downstairs.
- You okay? - Yeah. You?
- Good stuff. - Nice job.
Don't sound so happy.
Still got a problem. He's still here.
Road trip?
- Road trip. - Yeah.
Road trip. Guess you'll have to fire us later.
Transferring custody of L.A. Police Department prisoner...
...number 109672 into federal custody.
Thank you, sir. I will accept the transfer.
Enjoy your new home.
Try your best to get to know the guys.
Yeah, 100 mil ought to buy you a nice husband in there.
Where to, boys?
Home sounds like a winner.
Girls like you get guys like me in trouble.
You think I should've taken the 100 million?
All units, we have a 211 in progress at the Diamond Mart...
... 43 S. Hope Street. Shots fired.
Technically, our watch has been over for 12 hours.
So?
Yeah.
What the hell.