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when you smile.

So, do you have a wife or

a girlfriend or anything?

You ask a lot of questions, Brody.

And you like to avoid them all.

Mm-hmm.

Is this you?

This is some serious SWAT sh*t, man.

What are you doing here, kid?

I mean, seriously.

You have all these

amazing opportunities in life,

yet you keep f***ing them up.

I mean, you're a goddam movie star.

Why are you blowing it?

What, you not happy?

You don't seem

too happy yourself.

Well, that's what happens

when you get shot.

Look, here's the truth.

Okay?

If I don't do this, I am done.

You think anybody gives a sh*t

about me if they're not making money?

At least you got a purpose.

You save people's lives.

Be a hero.

Be a hero?

There's nothing heroic

about what I do.

I get paid to knock down doors

for a living

regardless of

what's on the other side.

If we happen to make

a difference, well,

that's a good thing.

D0 you?

Do I what?

Feel you make a difference?

I could ask you the same question.

Not that you really give a sh*t,

but this opportunity that I have,

this movie,

is my last chance, man.

I know I've screwed up.

I pissed a lot of people off.

Do you have any idea

what it's like having the press

constantly knocking you down

no matter what you do?

No.

People only know what they see.

I'm being told what to do,

what to wear, who to date.

I don't even know who I am anymore.

But I know what I need.

And I need your help.

No more bullshit.

I promise.

Truce?

Let's take a drive.

Come on.

- Everything ready?

- Yeah. We're all good on our end.

Just make sure you're back online

the second that grid kicks back up.

We will be.

Ryker, Ben, synchronizing.

Five, four, three, two, one.

(watch beeps)

Brody:
We've been driving for, like,

an hour. Where are we going?

David:
I already told you.

Brody:
No,

all you said was, You'll see.

David:
Exactly.

Brody:
See, this is why you

don't have any friends.

(door buzzes)

Hey, great to see you back, David.

- David:
You too, brother.

- You're good.

(laughing)

Hey, I really appreciate this.

I think he's a good kid.

Stupid, but good.

It works for me.

(laughs)

Come on. Hey.

I'm gonna be giving you

a visitor's badge.

It's the only way anybody,

other than staff, gels to go through.

I'm gonna need your ID

and your cell phone.

- My cell phone? Really?

- Yeah.

You too, David. I'm sorry.

Safety's on.

Two mags.

You came prepared.

(laughs)

Welcome to the clubhouse.

The place was originally built in

the '50s as a meat packing plant.

Government bought it

in the early '90s.

Retrofitted into a training outpost.

No nosy neighbors.

David:
Are we a little light?

Sully:
Yeah. The other team's got

recommissioned to the city.

- David:
What, for that summit?

- Sully:
Mm-hmm.

Central's got a tech unit on the way

to install some new feeds

so we can monitor everything.

Hendrix.

It doesn't count because spins,

we've gone over this.

- I know.

- As much as you want.

It's technique.

I have a technique.

It is a score.

All right. Listen up, everyone.

He's back.

- (laughs)

- You kidding me?

- Are you back for real?

- Soon.

- How you doing?

- You knew about this?

- David:
You look good.

- You must have known.

Who's this?

Scott Galloway, sir.

- Scott...

- Galloway.

Galloway.

Yeah, he'll be trained for this one.

He still doesn't know the difference

between a RIMS and a rimjob.

(laughing)

Guys, this is Brody Walker.

You may have seen his penis on TV.

(chuckles)

Brody. This is SRT5.

- Hey, I'm...

- Lesbian.

That's new information, Gina.

So, bro,

I follow you on lnstagram, man.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- What's her deal?

- You didn't hear? She's a lesbian.

Not for sale.

She is now.

Dick.

All right, I'm out of here.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

What's his story?

I'm babysitting.

Last thing we need is for Bambi

to read the schematics of this place.

Nah. He's harmless.

Who's taking reign in the killhouse

this month?

You know, I don't wanna brag,

but I will. Fine.

Fifty-nine flat,

95 percent accuracy.

Here we go again.

It's not my fault you can't

keep up with the big boys.

Do you guys need me to pull up

my scores or what's happening here?

- Scott:
ls this a challenge?

- (Jason laughs)

- With you? No. It never is.

- Yeah.

What about you, boss?

You feeling rusty?

I'm never rusty.

What's a killhouse?

Let's go show him.

What the f*** are you doing?

I'm thinking about getting a tattoo.

You were? Of what? A mermaid?

Jason, you're up.

(gunshots)

- Rookie.

- (stopwatch beeps)

F***.

(door buzzes)

- Hey, how you doing?

- About time you showed up.

I'm sorry. We got nailed over

at the 1-7 at midtown.

They told us they needed a quick fix.

Next thing you know they

wanted the Sistine Chapel in there.

(chuckles)

All we want is finger painting.

(chuckles)

- Identification and cell phones?

- Yeah, you bet.

Here you go.

(whistles)

Fellas.

(door buzzes)

Gentlemen, just gonna need to

take a look at your equipment.

Yeah.

Carl will tag along.

Your clearance level doesn't

permit you being unsupervised.

- We're all clear.

- Sully:
All right.

Have fun, fellas.

Have a good one.

- Jason:
This can't be right.

- David:
Nice penmanship.

What are you, four?

Jason:
No way. No.

We got to go again.

Double or nothing.

- Double or nothing.

- Double or nothing. Yeah.

I'm gonna go take a piss.

ls that cool?

Sure.

Upstairs to your left.

No wandering around.

Hold on.

Sully, I'm sending the kid up to

the head. Keep an eye on him.

Sully:
Copy that.

No f***ing sense. Four?

Come on then.

- Right away?

- Yeah.

You don't wanna stretch for your

sciatica, glass of water maybe?

- (keypad beeps)

- Here we are.

We gotta disable all coms. Do a hard

reset to patch in the new feeds.

Notify your HQ you'll be offline

for five minutes.

Hey, Sull.

Get a call over to dispatch.

Tell them we'll be going offline.

These guys need five minutes.

Sully:
Copy that call.

And cams are down.

You wanna check Facebook

while we're here?

Sergeant Maddox.

Take three of your men

and cover the front.

- Wait for my orders.

- Copy.

Let's move out!

(whistles)

Hey, man,

we go! a problem over here.

And like that I am in.

Powering down cameras

in three, two, one.

What the hell?

(radio chatter)

(gunshots)

(electrical humming)

Slow and steady wins the race.

Keep dreaming.

Kid not back?

Not yet.

- Really?

- No.

Huh.

Sh*t.

Hey, kid.

You can't be wandering around here.

Sir, you should come

take a look at this.

(beeps rapidly)

(beeping quickens)

(watch beeps)

(explosion)

Sully:
Sam, you all right?

Sam:
I can't see sh*t.

What happened?

Sully:
Hey, kid. You hit?

Jason:
What the hell was that?

Sh*t! I can't tell if he's breathing.

Stay with him.

Don't move!

Put the gun down!

"Ow!

You in there, get out here!

Show me your hands!

I wanna see them now!

- Sully.

- Hey, over here!

(gunshot)

Sully.

Code red. Code red!

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