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(upbeat music)
*
(horn honks)
*
Morning!
Didn't get any sleep last night.
I was so nervous about being late.
You are late.
Yeah, by three minutes.
A job like this, you're on time or you're dead.
Sorry.
I've never worked in a team before.
Do you have any advice, you know, for a rookie?
Talk less.
SINGER: * I'm from L dot A dot
* Californ-I-A hot
* Days got shade
* Let me take you round the way *
* Lot of out-of-towners can't handle this city *
* Where you wear the wrong color *
* And it can get tricky
* But that was '86 and things done changed *
* We a lot more evolved with the way that we bang *
* Not the rips and the dawgs, man, the smog might kill you *
* But you ain't gotta worry
* If you staying north of Wilshire *
* I'm from L.A., Southern California *
* Fool, the West Coast where everybody is somebody *
* And the game is fame, do everything with a bang *
* And everybody wanna know what set you claim *
* I'm from L.A., Southern California *
* Fool, the West Coast where everybody is somebody *
* And the game is fame, do everything with a bang *
* And everybody wanna know what set you claim *
* The land where the six fos hop up and get low *
* Your favorite rapper getting jacked *
* For more than their sick flows *
Right on time.
You guys weren't!
SINGER: * But you gotta see once, L.A. *
(dramatic music)
*
Set it to channel nine.
Administrator level key cards.
Give us access to every door in the call center.
Once we take dispatch, clock starts.
60 minutes in and out. Be ready for my call.
Think you can stick to that schedule?
Three minutes, guys. Come on, get over it.
Let's go.
*
(distant sirens)
*
GREG: Morning.
Here for our sit-along.
(lock beeps)
Have fun up there.
Thanks.
We will.
First stop, second floor. Server room.
(elevator dings)
*
(lock beeps)
*
Terry Flores?
Can I help you guys?
*
(elevator dings)
Morning, officers.
How'd you know we were here?
Well, this is my secret weapon.
I can see everything with this.
I thought there were five of you.
They had to make a pit stop.
You gotta show me how this thing works.
(laughing) Okay.
*
Morning, Jake.
Morning.
*
Good. Come on.
Take down the system.
Messaging, CAD, all of it.
Hard reboot.
That's gonna raise a lot of red flags.
-Dispatch'll go blind for-- -Seven minutes.
Say it's temporary maintenance.
Happens all the time.
*
(computer beeping)
*
So how'd it go last night? I need details.
Well, there was a pelvic splint involved.
Kinky.
Seems like there's a big police presence today.
-What's up? -Scheduled sit-alongs.
It's on the calendar, not that you ever read it.
Well, I don't have to. I have you.
(phone rings)
Security.
TERRY: Hey, it's Terry Flores.
I'm locked out of the server room.
Second floor.
Can you come up here?
Now?
*
(phone buzzing)
*
Hi. I'm just clocking in.
Were there any problems
getting out of the hotel this morning?
-100% comped as promised. -MADDIE: Perfect.
Just like everything else last night.
*
Terry?
*
You up here?
(tense music building)
JAKE: What the--
(both grunting)
*
-Morning, Maddie. -Morning.
Okay, so this conversation is officially not safe for work.
-I really should go. -CHIMNEY: Okay.
I'm gonna have you do a sit-along with Maddie.
Maddie, this is Officer Brown.
Hi, handsome.
See any good movies lately?
*
Stay calm.
End the call.
-CHIMNEY: Maddie? -Carefully.
CHIMNEY: Hello, Maddie? Are you there?
Did I lose you?
I love you, Howie.
*
-(phone buttons beep) -(siren whirs)
Ladies and gentlemen.
-(crowd gasping) -WOMAN: Oh, my God, oh, my God.
Get up. Get up!
GREG: We are taking control of this facility.
Do not move
or you will be shot.
You are now our hostages.
Get up, everybody! Get up, up, up, up, up, up.
Up, move. We need you up.
*
ELLIS: All right, grab his uniform.
I got the tech.
(gunshot)
Up the stairs.
GREG: Let's go. Hurry.
-Let's go, let's go, let's go. -(panicked chatter)
GREG: Quickly, move, move, move.
Hurry, quickly, quickly.
Cell phones, key cards, wallets, smart watches,
whatever's in your pocket goes in the can.
My EpiPen.
I'm allergic to bees.
Bees are the least of your troubles today, sweetheart.
*
(Terry grunts)
*
I don't know what you want,
but someone's going to notice when 9-1-1 stops answering.
ELLIS: You had a system crash.
Valley Division is picking up the slack right now,
but your servers are rebooting.
Should be back in two minutes.
*
We've got Dispatch.
(radio static)
I've got the lobby.
Don't you worry, folks.
We're gonna get you back to work.
But under our supervision.
We will be monitoring all calls that come in
and approving all resources that you send out.
Call volume's low this early in the morning,
so we don't need all of you.
You. Step forward.
Two of you, step forward.
Everybody else, you're on deck where you will wait in silence
until we rotate you through.
-Let's go! -FOSTER: Move!
GREG: Now, people, move! It's not so hard.
Let's go!
-(barking orders) -(panicked chatter)
-FOSTER: Move! Come on! -MAN: Keep your mouth shut.
MAN: Come here, shut up.
On the ground. On the ground!
GREG: One hour.
Then we're out of here.
So I don't care if you need a bathroom break
or a bottle of water.
You will stay where we can see you.
If anyone tries anything at all--
You'll shoot us.
No.
*
We'll shoot the person next to you.
You guys like saving lives, right?
Why don't you start with your own?
*
(phones ringing)
How did you know?
You dropped the mug
before they pulled the guns out.
I recognized him.
Greg, or whatever his name is.
My date from hell.
He's the one that attacked you?
They targeted you because you work here.
This is all my fault.
If I'd told the police--
No, this is not your fault.
-No matter what the plan-- -Maddie.
You only do something like this
so you can do something worse.
We have to warn someone.
I already did.
I just hope he gets the message.
(tense music)
Okay, she said that she loves you.
That's weird, right?
Is that weird?
(sighs)
Come on, Maddie. Answer.
(laughs)
You know, all right.
*
MADDIE: You've reached Maddie's phone.
Leave a message.
(dramatic music)
You're being paranoid. She's fine.
(sighs)
Come on. Don't be that guy.
Don't do it, Chimney. Don't do it.
Come on, man!
Oh, my God.
(groans)
(line ringing)
MESSAGE: Sorry.
We're experiencing a high call volume at the moment.
Please--
It's 8:00 in the morning.
-All right, you know what? -(phone rings)
Yep. Go for Buck.
How come 9-1-1 doesn't respond when I call?
Uh, is that some kind of riddle?
Like "who watches the Watchmen?"
Neither of those things are riddles.
Okay, I just tried calling 9-1-1
and I got the high call volume message.
I miss, like, an earthquake or something?
Nope, pretty chill morning.
Wait, why are you calling 9-1-1?
Is everything okay?
(sighs)
Your sister said that she loved me.
Yeah.
Wasn't that the whole point
in that big date you had last night?
You declare your love and she declares hers?
Yeah, I know, okay, but she didn't, all right?
At least not last night.
Look, she made this big deal
saying that she couldn't say those words,
and then this morning,
she blurts them out and hangs up on me.
It's still not quite sounding like an emergency.
Because I sound insane.
She's at the call center. What could happen there, right?
You know what? Forget it.
(sighs)
*
DISPATCHER: 9-1-1. What's your emergency?
DISPATCHERS: 9-1-1. What's your emergency?
-Where are you calling from? -CALLER: Downtown.
The corner of 9th and Los Angeles Street.
Multiple vehicle collision, 9th and Los Angeles Street.
Can you move the vehicles out of the intersection?
CALLER: I guess, but are you gonna send someone?
Absolutely. Help is on the way.
Can I roll police and medical RA?
No. No one goes into that area.
Call it a no-fly zone.
Time to rotate.
FOSTER: Get up.
Sit down. Sit down.
You, come with me. Let's go.
-FOSTER: Come on. -Wait. Just wait.
(dramatic music)
(whispering) Downtown.
They don't want anyone downtown.
*
MAY: And Dad? He's okay?
Yeah, Bobby says he's doing good.
They're on their way back from the campsite now.
Baby, I gotta go.
Love you.
(siren wails)
(indistinct arguing)
(upbeat music)
MAN: It was yellow!
It was reckless, jackass!
Okay, folks. Settle down.
Why don't you each go to your own car
and let me sort this out.
We were in the same car.
That's my husband.
Okay.
Anybody call 9-1-1?
Isn't that why you're here?
727L30, they're requesting you at 19124 Sunset.
Assault and battery in progress.
Copy.
Dispatch, at 9th and Los Angeles.
-Non-injury car accident. -ELLIS: Yes.
Units are already en route to that location.
Please proceed to assault and battery in progress.
Copy that.
Okay, officers are on their way.
Try not to kill each other before they get here.
727L30 en route.
*
And there she goes.
(siren wails)
ELLIS: Tiffany, you're clear for deliver.
*
(box whirring)
*
(high-pitched whine)
Package has been delivered.
*
(alarm blaring)
(tablet beeping)
Huh. Automated alert.
Security alarm. We usually send officers.
Security alarm. First and Grand.
-Should we send someone? -No, it's handled.
Time to rotate. You two, up.
*
Rover team.
Go fetch.
(dramatic music)
(siren wailing)
*
You mean to tell me it took four of you
to subdue a two person brawl and then you called for me?
WILLIAMS: We didn't call you.
Still trying to figure out who called us.
Jackson already had the fight handled when we rolled up.
Maybe Dispatch had a late night last night?
I guess so.
Dispatch, is there a reason
you sent four officers to break up a fight?
Five now, including me.
ELLIS: Sorry, Sergeant, we're having
some technical difficulties this morning.
Apologies for the mix-up.
Hey,
is that incident downtown taken care of?
Affirmative. Everything's clear there.
HUGHES: I don't know why
the alarm company requested a hard confirm.
Our cameras went down for about a minute.
Some kind of power surge.
But we told 'em everything was fine.
Probably just covering their you-know-what.
Can't get through to the admin at Dispatch.
Hey, we need verification
before we let you do a walkthrough.
*
All lines are busy right now.
Put down the phone.
*
Took down the cameras. Alarms are on bypass.
Guess we're all set then.
(whistles)
Tiffany!
Time to go shopping.
See you soon.
CALLER: They put green onions in my omelet.
That's not an emergency, ma'am.
CALLER: I explicitly told them I was allergic.
That's attempted murder.
Are you having an allergic reaction?
CALLER: I'm not actually allergic,
but they didn't know that!
(laughs)
You can't tie up our lines
because someone made the wrong breakfast order.
CALLER: Of course I can.
My tax dollars pay your salary.
You still feel like you're making a difference?
I bet this woman really thinks you're...
God, what is the word?
I'll never be rich, but I'll be...
BOTH: Worthwhile.
(grunting)
Ma'am, it is a crime to make a false report to 9-1-1.
I could have you arrested.
CALLER: What?
You're gonna send the police?
Yes. I am.
I'm sending someone now.
You might not wanna be there when they arrive.
You feel better, big guy?
I do.
Good.
Let's rotate you out.
*
GREG: You two. With me.
Let's go.
-Move! -(both grunt)
*
JAMAL: Why do they keep moving us around like this?
To disorient us.
So we can't make a plan.
(whimpering softly)
Hey.
Are you okay?
I don't wanna die in here.
No one is gonna die.
Jake's dead.
They shot him.
*
We have to get a message out.
JOSH: I did.
A woman called about onions in an omelet.
I dispatched an officer.
To the restaurant?
Not exactly.
Buck, do not try and talk me out of this.
I need to go down there for myself
and make sure that she's okay.
Yeah, no, she--
she didn't pick up when I called her either.
I tried calling Josh
and it went straight to voicemail.
-Now I'm definitely going. -(knocking)
BUCK: What if something is wrong?
Maybe we should call the police.
*
I think someone already did.
I know, Captain.
CAD's been glitching all morning.
What is she saying now?
She's making her case.
Yeah, I'll wait to hear from you.
Now she's folding like a cheap suit.
All right, let me talk to Athena.
Captain needs to make some calls.
As evidence goes,
an "I love you" is less than convincing.
But they sent you down to my apartment
for an assault with a deadly onion.
That feels more convincing.
Well, she's gonna talk to Operations,
see if they can get eyes in the building,
see if anything's wrong.
BUCK: No, no, no. We can't just send in SWAT.
If there is someone inside the call center
doing something,
they'll know we're onto them.
(dramatic music)
Let's go for a drive.
Talk to you later, Buck.
No, no, Chimney!
Chimney, don't hang up!
*
Elvis Presley's "A Little Less Conversation")
*
SINGER: * A little less conversation *
* A little more action please *
* All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me *
* A little more bite and a little less bark *
* A little less fight and a little more spark *
* Close your mouth and open up your heart *
* And baby, satisfy me
* Satisfy me, baby
* A little more bite and a little less bark *
* A little less fight and a little more spark *
* Close your mouth and open up your heart *
* And baby, satisfy me
* Satisfy me, baby
* Come on, baby, I'm tired of talking *
Girl Blue?
Yeah, and Cider Falls.
Rover team. Status update.
We've got four so far.
That's less than a third of the list.
We're moving as fast as we can.
It's taking longer than we thought
to get it out of the frame.
So leave them in the damn frames.
There's GPS trackers in the frames.
Pick up the damn pace.
SINGER: * A little less conversation *
* A little more action please *
* All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me *
(dramatic music)
*
You're quiet.
Should I be worried?
No.
I mean, I'm still freaked out
but at least now I got a partner in this.
We are not partners.
You're here so I can keep an eye on you,
make sure you don't do anything foolish.
(engine revving)
ATHENA: Is that who I think it is?
(siren wailing)
(sighs)
Okay, now don't be mad.
-(grunts) -CHIMNEY: Hey, Buck.
Hey, Chim.
You two tell anyone else what's happening
at the call center?
Good, because I'm running out of room in here.
*
Hey. We've got a problem.
Yeah, we're way behind schedule.
A new problem. Look.
Police cruiser.
What? Pulling in here?
*
CHIMNEY: Okay, we're here. Now what?
Well, if everything's normal,
I'll be able to walk in that front door
and go inside.
Take a look around and see
if everyone forgot to charge their damn cell phone.
And if it's not normal?
I guess we'll find out.
*
OLIVER: Hey, guys. Cop approaching.
What do you want me to do?
GREG: How many?
OLIVER: Looks like she's alone.
What the hell is she doing here?
Officers routinely come here
for pursuit recordings, call recordings--
GREG: Shut up!
OLIVER: She's coming in.
What do you want me to do?
*
-Morning. -Morning.
I'm here to follow up on a call.
Mind if I go up?
Yeah, sure.
GREG: She's coming up? That's not good.
Shoot her.
What?
Are you serious?
Did you say something?
Nah, just--world's gone crazy.
(laughs) Don't I know it?
You wanna kill a cop? I didn't sign up for that.
Yeah, none of us did. That's not your call to make.
I don't work for you.
-Shoot her now. -GREG: No.
*
(indistinct arguing on radio)
No, wait! Wait.
I can get rid of her.
Whatever you're gonna do, do it.
Go.
(elevator dings)
(safety clicks)
SUE: 727L30,
we've got a report of a code 77
at Eagle Rock Lanes.
*
Guess I'll have to follow up later.
I hope your day's quiet.
Yeah, you too.
*
OLIVER: She's headed back to her car.
We're clear.
*
Good job.
I just don't wanna see anybody shot.
No one is getting shot
unless I authorize it.
Told you not to bring him.
What's a code 77 anyway?
SUE: Urinating in public.
Or indecent exposure.
It's been a while since I worked the radio.
ATHENA: I'm sure, Captain.
They knew I was downstairs.
Yeah, they're using the CAD to monitor our locations.
That was Sue Blevins on the radio
giving me the code 77.
Who's ever running this,
they're doing it from inside the dispatch center.
What's a code 77?
Ambush.
Proceed with caution.
*
There has to be a way
to communicate with our people inside.
Well, if they're tracking our vehicles,
you gotta assume they're monitoring our calls too.
(grunts)
-Screen went blank. -ATHENA: Okay, good.
We're off the grid.
Hey, hey, hey.
I know you're worried, okay? I am too.
But Maddie is smart.
She can take care of herself until help gets there.
That's what I'm afraid of.
Nobody inside that building knows we're coming for them.
What if they get tired of waiting?
(engine turns over)
(tense music)
*
LINDA: What happens to us
when it's time for them to leave?
I mean, if they killed Jake--
They're not gonna wanna leave behind
a room full of witnesses.
The hour's almost up.
We're running out of time.
-Why the touching? -Take a look!
I don't think we're the only ones.
Take a look. What do you see?
-Still don't see anything. -Yeah, that's my point.
The police car that pulled up before, it's gone.
I can't find it.
You're being paranoid. There's nothing to see.
-Come here! -Okay.
-Come here. -Just rewind it.
Find out where she was when she went offline.
This is in real time.
You can't just rewind it from here.
That's not the way the system works, you idiot.
She may have disabled her GPS.
I'm an idiot?
If the cop were dead right now,
we wouldn't be worried about her GPS.
Killing people.
That's your solution to every problem?
I can think of one problem it would solve.
ELLIS: Seriously? You're gonna pull a gun on me?
(grunts)
(all screaming)
GREG: Hey, hey!
Hey! Enough!
*
No!
-No! -JOSH: No, no, no, no, no.
(gunfire)
Hey!
(grunts)
(screams)
Next one goes in your head.
(grunts)
Back to your stations now!
Get back on your stations.
(grunting)
Take this hero downstairs.
See if he can find your cop car.
ELLIS: Come on.
Get up. Get up.
-Get up! -Get this jackass out of here.
(groaning)
Josh.
(coughing and groaning)
*
Tiffany, how are we doing?
(radio static)
Tiffany.
TIFFANY: I need another 30 minutes.
-Damn it! -(both whimper)
*
So much for the fire alarm.
I guess we're out of options now.
I don't know. You know what?
I could--I could fake a heart attack.
Then use the defibrillator on the bad guys.
All of 'em?
Huh?
(siren wailing)
MAYNARD: Construction crews are closing down streets
between here and Dispatch,
getting ready for SWAT to move in.
How are we doing with GPS?
ATHENA: Well, we've kept off the radios.
Calling units individually.
Everyone's been told how to disable their system
before coming here.
Kay, so what's the plan?
You know, what happens next?
We're still trying to get eyes into a damn windowless room.
That's it?
We were able to get eyes on the digital logs.
They share a system with Valley division.
According to the logs,
five LAPD officers were scheduled for sit-alongs.
None of the names on the list checked out.
They're not LAPD.
So five bad guys inside
and no plan to get our guys out?
No, we got a plan. We just don't like it.
MORRISEY: Captain Maynard.
Dave Morrisey, Valley Communications.
Mr. Morrisey, thanks for coming.
Sergeant Grant.
SWAT commander would like to talk to you.
He has some questions.
I'm not sure how I can help.
You used to work in there.
You're the closest thing we've got to eyes inside.
*
So this is really happening.
Sorry I thought you were crazy.
I'm sorry I wasn't.
*
Keep going. Go.
MADDIE: 9-1-1. What's your emergency?
Get up. Move it, come on.
Josh, are you doing okay?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Ears are just ringing a little.
'Kay.
Ellis should be back by now.
What do you want me to do about it?
What you're good at.
Nothing.
(screams)
*
So you figured all this out 'cause Sue gave you a code 77?
No.
That was the last piece of the puzzle.
Calls have been weird all day.
Hey,
you can access their call log with that, right?
Oh, sure. What do you wanna look at?
The first piece of the puzzle.
How we doing with those RA units?
The 122 and the 133 just got here.
There's two more houses en route.
Captain, who are all these people on the bus?
Off-duty dispatchers.
Once we take back the building,
somebody has to handle call response.
Take it back?
You're not gonna negotiate, see if they surrender first?
They haven't asked for anything or made any demands.
They don't even want us to know they control the building.
If we reach out to them,
we're gonna lose the one thing we've got going for us:
the element of surprise.
We do this right, we hit 'em fast,
take the building before they even know we're outside.
And if you don't?
Why do you think we asked for so many RA units?
*
ELLIS: So now there are no police cars visible.
I'm telling you, I don't know.
Figure it out!
What's going on here?
That police car's not the only one that's gone dark.
You think they know we're here?
Could be a system glitch.
Time to cut our losses.
(dramatic music)
Stay here.
GREG: Tiffany. Tiffany, come in.
Tiffany, what's taking so long?
Excuse me, can I check on Josh?
-I used to be a nurse. -Good for you.
He might have a concussion or something.
You can check on him when we're done.
Which is gonna be when exactly?
You said an hour and it's been longer than that.
Sit down and shut up.
I'll worry about the time.
So you are worried.
That makes sense, 'cause all your friends keep disappearing.
Are they even in the same building?
Let's go.
We can still make it out of here.
We can go down the back stairs.
I have a car waiting around the corner.
We split the art up between the five of us
and we go our separate ways.
I like that part of the plan.
Wait, you've got a car parked down the street?
You were always gonna double-cross Greg.
You weren't?
Didn't I tell you to shut up?
(yelps)
-(gasping) -Oh, my God, Linda?
-Linda? -(gasping)
What the hell is wrong with her?
I don't know!
If we're gonna do this,
you can't just sell famous works of art on eBay.
You can't sell them from prison either.
(gasps)
Epi... Pen...
*
She's in anaphylaxis.
She's having an allergic reaction.
Allergic to what?
I--
Latex.
-Is there latex in your gloves? -How would I know?
Okay, she's gonna die if she doesn't get her medication.
Then go! Go get it!
You hurry up!
*
Damn it.
GREG: Hurry up!
Okay.
*
Oh, my God.
(screams)
God--
*
(wheezes)
(groaning and wheezing)
MAN: Hey! What's going on?
DISPATCHER: Now! Get him!
-DISPATCHER: Grab his gun. -DISPATCHER: Drop him.
Get him now!
Here.
*
Rover crew, change of plan.
Leave the Van Gogh.
Are you sure?
You heard the man.
Leave the Van Gogh.
Wait, there's a Van Gogh?
Tiffany, start the van. We're coming out hot.
Tiffany. We're coming out now.
Get the van ready!
LAPD! Freeze!
(sirens wailing)
On your knees!
*
ATHENA: Put your hands up!
You're under arrest.
Guys, what the hell was that?
-FOSTER: Heist is blown. -Where are you going?
-Somewhere where there's hostages!
*
I'm out of here.
Green light. Green light.
(gunshot)
*
Next one goes in your head.
*
OFFICER: On the ground! Get on the ground!
OFFICER: Get down! Get down!
*
Get down. Let's move.
(breathing heavily)
Oh, no.
Oh, my God.
*
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
I'm not getting a pulse.
-What? -I don't know.
I must have hit a vein and stopped his heartbeat
or something.
No.
-No! -No, Josh!
You don't get to die.
MADDIE: Wait.
*
You don't get to die.
*
(grunting)
(sobs)
*
-(can clunking) -SUE: They're coming in!
Get down! Get down!
OFFICER: Go, go!
(indistinct shouting)
(sobbing)
OFFICER: Put your hands up!
OFFICER: Get on your knees! Hands above your head!
OFFICER: Get your hands up now!
I'm not going back.
-Let me see your hands! -Get your hands up!
Hands up now!
(gunfire)
*
OFFICER: Step away, sir.
Hands up! Hands up!
*
Command, this is squad leader. We've got Dispatch.
*
One, two, three.
I got a pulse.
*
(people chatting anxiously)
*
9-1-1. What's your emergency?
DISPATCHER: 9-1-1. What's your emergency?
DISPATCHERS: 9-1-1. What's your emergency?
(sirens wailing)
*
OFFICER: Ma'am, please come this way.
Ma'am.
*
CHIMNEY: Maddie! Maddie, Maddie!
*
(sobbing)
*
I got you. I got you, Maddie.
I got you.
*
I'm surprised you're not over there with your sister.
She already has everything she needs.
*
(laughter)
How did you know
that the museum was their target?
The car accident.
ELLIS: 727L30,
proceed to assault and battery in progress.
I knew there had to be a reason
why they hadn't wanted me there.
MAN: That's why they took over the call center.
ATHENA: To dispatch police away from a crime.
HARRY: That's smart.
ATHENA: But your mother's smarter.
I checked the dispatch log.
That's when I saw an alarm had gone off at the museum.
Two blocks away from the accident scene.
They sent you away because they wanted to remove
$1/2 billion of art off the wall.
And they almost got away with it.
At this time, I would like to exercise
my Fifth Amendment right against self-incrimination
and would like to invoke
my Sixth Amendment right to counsel
provided by the state.
(upbeat music)
Just get me a damn lawyer.
Yeah, not talking without a lawyer.
-Lawyer. -Lawyer.
-GREG: I don't need a lawyer.
I'm interested in cutting a deal.
Good.
Start by telling us about the security guard.
That wasn't me. That was Tiffany's idea.
*
Wait.
You didn't round her up too?
Who's Tiffany?
(The Zombies' "She's Not There")
*
SINGER: * Well, no one told me about her *
Turns out she was the real mastermind
and Greg was just the hired hand,
but he didn't know who had hired him.
When do we meet?
TIFFANY (distorted): Not until after the drop.
Now, about your team...
MADDIE: They were all men that Greg knew.
They had worked together before.
They had even done time together
after their last job went wrong.
If everyone knew each other,
how did she get herself on the team?
That last job, the one they went to prison for,
the driver had been killed,
which meant they needed a new one.
And she came highly recommended by herself.
So Greg walked them all through the plan.
It was precise, flawless-- everyone was impressed.
The only thing left was to find someone
to get them inside the call center.
And that's why they targeted you.
Not exactly.
Tiffany already had an inside man.
Jake, the security guard.
He knew our protocols,
could get them on the visitors list,
he had access to the entire building.
-(phone dings) -He was perfect.
BUCK: So what went wrong?
Jake was a little too perfect.
(upbeat music)
JAKE: Tiffany?
You must be Jake.
Sorry I'm late.
It's okay.
I'm just glad that you're here.
I think that people get a little too hung up
watching the clock anyway.
Don't you?
(laughs)
*
(laughter)
Tiffany fell in love with Jake.
Well, her plan was to use Jake and let him take the fall
but now she needed a new fall guy.
Me.
So you don't think
online dating is a terrible idea?
I think everyone has a match.
You just have to find him.
*
They bought it, babe. We're in business.
MADDIE: They couldn't steal Josh's badge
because it would be cancelled
the second that it was reported stolen.
So they borrowed it, duplicated it,
and then returned it.
BRANFORD: Officers recovered your keys and your wallet.
At least they saved me the hassle
of replacing all my credit cards and IDs.
-It was go-time. -Have fun up there.
-Can I help you guys? -(phone rings)
-Security. -Can you come up here?
MADDIE: But now instead of one plan,
there were two.
*
(gunshot)
Sorry. I'm just trying to sell it.
-Give me the uniform. -Ladies and gentlemen--
MADDIE: Greg and his guys took over dispatch,
waited on the alarm call,
diverted all police units away from downtown--
Go fetch.
MADDIE: And then he sent his team into the museum.
Once everyone was in position, Jake was free to sneak out.
And rendezvous with Tiffany.
SINGER: * Well, no one told me about her *
-* The way she lied -Oh, come here.
GREG: Tiffany, how are we doing?
Tiffany.
I'm gonna need another 30 minutes.
How much you think is in here?
SINGER: * But it's too late to say you're sorry *
Enough. Let's go.
SINGER: * She's not there
BUCK: So they took off with the paintings
and left the others holding the bag.
LAPD! Freeze!
Put your hands up!
You're under arrest.
(upbeat music)
Folks sure do have a lot of luggage.
Yeah, we have a big trip planned.
MAN: Honeymoon?
Something like that.
*
-We did it. -Mm-hmm.
We really pulled it off.
Now we're just one train ride away from a brand new life.
Afraid your trip's been delayed.
*
By about 5 to 15 years.
Cuff 'em up.
MAY: But how did you know where to find them?
ATHENA: Tiffany was smart enough
to remove all the GPS trackers
from the stolen art and from the getaway van
but not from her boyfriend's cell phone.
Jake wasn't so perfect after all.
So her plan was always to double-cross the team.
They deserved it. And worse.
ATHENA: The driver who died at the last job?
He was her father.
And they left him to die.
-Oh, man. -HARRY: Wow.
I guess there really is no honor among thieves.
-(laughter) -MAY: What?
MICHAEL: That's right.
-Okay. -(laughter)
SINGER: * I want a
* Sunday kind of love
Uh, what's going on here? You don't like my clothes?
No, I'm just making room for some of my things.
I remember offering you a drawer.
Give a girl an inch...
Takes the whole closet.
(laughs)
So I talked with Athena.
Looks like everyone wants to make a deal
except for Jake.
He wants to fight it out in court.
Yeah, he's claiming diminished capacity.
He was crazy in love.
I know what that's like.
SINGER: * I want a Sunday kind of love *
I'm really glad you got my message.
SINGER: * I want a Sunday kind of love *
I love you too.
-Promise? -Promise.
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