S.w.a.t: Firefight

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Grab those bathing suits and beach chairs

and get outside if you can,

because it's going to be

another beautiful day here in Los Angeles.

Clear and sunny skies

with a high of 86 degrees.

Current temperature is a perfect 82 degrees.

The five-day forecast

calls for more ofthe same.

Highs in the mid-to-upper 80s,

lows in the high 60s to low 70s

for the rest of the week.

A few clouds to speak of here and there.

Other than that,

a beautiful, typical Los Angeles-type week.

-What's up?

-Hey, man.

Move.

Hey, Slater.

What are you doing here, man?

What am I doing?

You know what I'm doing here.

-Dude, I don't have the money.

-Come on. You don't have my money?

I have people over.

You come to my house uninvited.

Give me my money, Slater,

or I kill everybody!

Dave, we in?

Yeah, we just deactivated

all the alarms in the house.

Eagle has eyes.

We've got a lot of kids in here.

-Let's use the disruptor shells.

-Got it.

-Hello?

-Hey, Slater?

This is Sergeant Cutler with LAPD.

What's going on in there?

Dude, these two uninvited A-holes

crashed my party.

My parents are going to kill me.

They've got my friends in the den.

Get in here and shoot them.

You have any weapons in there, Slater?

No, man. Just get your asses in here

and shoot these d*cks.

Shut the hell up!

All right, this is a drug deal gone bad.

We're going in.

Full breach and blow. On my "Go."

Bravo team, what's your status?

Nearing back entrance. Ten meters out.

Bravo team, secure perimeter in the back.

-Back entrance is secure.

-Go on my command.

Go, go.

-Bravo team, go!

-Go.

Put the gun down, Slater.

They crashed my party.

They drank all my beer, man.

Get down! Now!

Get down!

Get down on the floor.

I will be going now.

-You got it?

-Got it.

Close your eyes, sweetheart.

Oh, my God!

Suspects in custody.

Those water shell things...

Disruptor shells. Bomb squad uses them.

Thought I'd give them a try.

Nice work. Quantico?

Yeah, picked it up

with a faw other nifty tricks.

-Way to think outside the box.

-Captain Simon,

why are you kissing my ass?

Feds and Homeland Security

need another hostage-rescue training

specialist loaned out.

A SWAT team needs a tune-up.

Brought up to modern methods code.

That's all.

Where?

-Detroit.

-Detroit?

Get in.

Bailey got to train Honolulu PD.

And Carson wentto Miami for three weeks.

I get Detroit?

It's a nice place. My wife is from Detroit.

-Send her.

-Look, you went to lraq for your country.

You won't go to Detroit for your city?

I believe department regulations

called it an "honor request."

And I am politely turning down the offer.

The negotiations start.

How much do you want?

How bad does the mayor want me?

Pretty badly.

You are such a bad negotiator.

Detroit requested the best.

Our mayor is buddies with their mayor.

Besides, who's going to miss you here,

except for me?

So, how much?

Promotion. Lieutenant would be nice.

Bump in pay, too.

I'll see what I can do.

-Harrison got San Francisco.

-Yeah.

Hey, Trish.

Gonna let me in, stranger?

You need a date? I brought us dinner.

You dumped me, remember?

I work too much.

-Yeah. Right.

-Sorry, school night.

Got a lot of homework to do.

And I don't want you hating me

in the morning.

Someday you're going to meet somebody

that you care about more than work.

And when you do, embrace her,

or else she's going to figure out

that you are emotionally unavailable.

Good night.

Detroit ain't so bad. Looks kind of charming.

-Detroit SWAT?

-You found it.

-You on the SWAT team?

-Four years.

So, can I help you?

Paul Cutler, LAPD SWAT.

Yeah, yeah. We got the memo.

Terrorist preparedness

and hostage-rescue specialist, yeah?

That's me.

Wayne Wolport. Nice to meet you.

So where's the rest of you guys?

Weight shed. Weapons cleaning.

What's your average response time?

We're locked and loaded

within a 10-to-15, usually.

Really?

9-1-1. What is your emergency?

I'm atthe Rosa Parks Bus Station.

I think I just spotted a guy

with a bomb in his backpack.

Can you still see him?

Yeah, he's sitting on a park bench

across from the main entrance.

Black boots, black hat and hoodie.

Go, go, go!

Hands up! Hands up!

Put your hands up!

Hands up! Hands up!

Move away from the bench!

Walk toward us slowly.

Drop the bag on the ground!

Drop the bag on the ground slow.

Step away from the bag.

Hey, Wolport.

Cutler?

Where's your waffle?

I was hoping you'd bring it with you.

Stand down, guys! One of us!

Hold your fire. Hold your fire.

I reach for my creds,

they're not going to shoot me, are they?

Stop!

How do you know

I didn't buy this badge over the Internet?

Come down to the station and chat you up,

so that when you showed up here,

I could blow all of us up

with the Semtex high explosives

I have in this backpack?

Because Mr. Mundy has been monitoring you

with a bomb sniffer.

Welcome to Detroit.

That's very good.

Mr. Cutler is here to teach and preach

the ways of Quantico,

the FBl's hostage-rescue tactics.

This little stunt was sanctioned by the feds

in cooperation with the mayor's office

and our lovely chief of police.

A provocative action

to test your response time.

Mr. Cutler?

Nice start, boys. Outstanding.

Well, I think you got their attention.

That's what I'm here for.

Homeland thinks

you have some high-value targets.

Who doesn't?

This is our playbook.

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