Local .
Hi, yes. I'm calling from the
Los Angeles Transit Authority, Logistics Division.
I'm sending one of my guys over to pull some records for the mayor's office.
Yeah. It has to do with the bombing.
You really think the whole tunnel can come down?
All of it, some of it. No one knows.
They're thinking there still might be some survivors.
Dear Jesus.
The city already knows who from the Demolition Union's gonna do the work.
They just want me to run a check on them... employment records, training's up to date, violations, suspensions, stuff like that, 'cause something happens in our tunnel again, no offense, but it's gonna be Transit's ass in the air.
Understood.
Everything you need is in here.
Just fill out the fields and hit "search".
Pretty intuitive.
All right. The city thanks you.
I'm just glad I could be of help on such an awful day.
Okay, Dale, let's find out your real name.
You're somewhere between and . I'm in Echo Park.
Echo Park.
- [BEEP]
- Mm-hmm. Now...
[PRINTER WHIRS]
[MUTTERING]
Okay, now for a little luck of the Irish.
McLean, O'Neal...
That dude is retired.
No, this guy's...
[MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY]
Hey.
Hmm.
Donahue, no. Morrison...
[MUTTERING]
You punched a Fed!
You're raising your voice. I thought we weren't doing that anymore.
You're coming unglued.
Your wife was k*lled by t*rrorists.
We are dealing with terrorism.
You think that maybe could affect the great Clay Bryce?
Can I get a "Copy, boss"?
Hey, that's my line.
Don't steal my line.
We might have a hit on the burner.
[LAUGHS]
Back to work.
Show me, young man.
You have the timing of a broken watch, you know that?
What did I do?
So one of the burners that was sold from that Bodega sent a text that was pinged by a cell tower in Chicago.
That is where the FBI arrested the wife.
And the FBI said that the text came from her lawyer, a C. Bravo.
But I looked it up.
There's no lawyer's license in L.A. under the name C. Bravo.
Holy sh*t.
Allison Ferro was talking to her husband.
He texted her and called him right in front of the Feds.
I want to know where the son of a bitch is right now.
We are tracking his burner to somewhere in West Adam.
We should be zeroing in about a minute.
BRYCE: I want SWAT with us.
Sloane, Stamell, saddle up. We got him.
All right.
Not rigged.
Team , take the ground floor. Team , take the top.
Sloane and Stamell, with me. Coop, cover the back.
All right, go, go, go.
[DOOR CREAKS]
[g*n CLICKS]
Boss. Boss.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, there, cowboy.
You sh**t, I sh**t.
I die, she dies.
That's possible. I could pop your top.
You could twitch, take out my protégé.
So here's the plan.
My friend there, she's gonna put down her g*n.
That work for you?
And my buddy over here, he's gonna put his g*n down, too.
- I got him lined up, boss.
- Damn it, Stamell.
What have you got against doing what I tell you to do?
Please.
Now I'm gonna put my g*n down, too.
And when I do, I want you to point your g*n straight at me.
- These two are gonna walk out of here.
- Like hell I am.
Sloane, put your g*n down.
Like I was saying, I'm gonna put my g*n down.
These two are gonna take a walk, make sure those SWAT boys don't come in here and tear your ass up.
Understood?
Okay. On , I'm gonna put my g*n down.
...
...
. Good, good, good, good.
Adiós, amigos.
Obviously you want to get out of here, so you're gonna need a hostage.
I'll be your huckleberry.
You're gonna walk towards me slowly, put your g*n at the back of my head, and we're gonna walk right out the front door.
No one's gonna mess with you 'cause you got the big chief, understand?
Okay, my hands are up, and I am slowly turning around.
Put the g*n at the back of my head.
Everything's copacetic.
Let's go.
[g*nsh*t]
Yeah, this wasn't our guy.
Yeah, I got it. I'll get back to you.
Turns out he was an ecstasy dealer, supplying major markets across the country,
Chicago being one of them, which is why we got a ping off the cell tower.
We chased the wrong cell phone.
You okay?
- I'm fine.
- Okay, good.
You could have been k*lled.
Why'd you do that in there?
Because no one points a g*n at one of my kids.
Let's go.
Yeah. I got you, Colin.