All language subtitles for S.W.A.T. 5x14 - Albatross (English)

PREVIOUSLY ON SWAT...

- What's that?
- Eduardo Ortiz. He was arrested

six years ago for murdering a woman

after she denied his advances.

You guys put me in here
for something I didn't do.

See, my lawyer
hasn't been answering my calls.

He took a plea deal, the terms

of which explicitly ruled out an appeal,

and he knows that.

This CI basically

gave you a free pass into SWAT.

- You look great, Ally.
- Three years.

Not one text.
Not even to ask how I'm doing.

Let me guess. Ex-girlfriend?

Actually, no. Worked together

for nine months.
Got pretty close. We talked

- about being together after.
- And you left her hanging?

Seemed like it was for the best.

I'm gonna finish this case,

and then I'm gonna make up,
for the last three years, okay?

Okay.

Sorry, Victor.
Nothing's ever gonna change.

This time, I'm ditching you.

Nice job. You're making progress.

Well, still feels like I got a
ways to go. Look at your hits.

I've been doing this for a while,

trust me. You just got
to get your reps in.

You keep putting in this practice,

you're gonna blow
the other recruits away.

Luca.

I'm glad you came in early.

Yeah, just getting some range time

- before the warrant service later.
- About that.

Part of my five-year review

means I have a psych
eval with Dr. Hughes,

so you're in my shoes
for the time being.

I hope this isn't some backdoor way

to try to get me to reconsider
a leadership position

- and start wearing a suit.
- It isn't.

But the training cert you got in Germany

allows me to make you
interim boss when needed.

- And you're needed.
- Look,

all due respect, I'd rather be
on the no-knock with my team,

especially while we're down one
with Chris doing a patrol day.

There'll be more warrants to serve.

You did Hondo's job in the field.

Now you have the chance
to do mine from HQ.

And besides, if you decide
to go the leadership route,

be a nice feather in your cap.

Right. Copy that. Um,

- how long's this arrangement for?
- Oh, don't let the power

go to your head.
The psych eval should be quick.

You may not be in charge
for more than an hour.

- Yeah, but...
- Ah! You're welcome.

Look who's the big shot now.

Hey. Who's this, uh, Eduardo Ortiz guy?

- He's nobody.
- Writes you letters.

You brought home his files.

David.

He's just a guy I arrested
a bunch of years ago.

Uh, he joined my prison ministry group.

Claims he's innocent.

So that's what's been
bothering you at night.

Hey, I know when
you're tossing and turning.

Do you believe him?
That he's innocent, I mean?

Doesn't matter what I
believe. There's nothing

I can do at this point.

And he pled guilty,

so he's not eligible for an appeal.

Because of a term of his deal?

- Yeah.
- I left law school

to raise four kids. It doesn't mean

- I forgot everything I learned.
- Thing is...

What if he took the plea deal

because he felt like
he didn't have a choice?

Well, did you talk to his
defense attorney?

Yeah. Yeah. She's a public defender.

You know, she's well-meaning,
but she's overworked.

She's probably had hundreds
of cases since then.

Mm.

Do you mind if I take a look
at this while you go to work?

- Do you have time?
- Yeah.

I think I can pull myself away

from diaper duty for a little while.

Besides, why let

half a law school degree go to waste

when I can put it to some use?

Okay.

- Okay.
- See you tonight.

- All right. Love you.
- Love you.

LAPD! Down on the ground! Do it now!

On your knees!

Rabbit on the two. I got him.

Aah! No!

Stay down!

Stay down! I said stay down.

Luca, it's Hondo.

Looks like we got
our three robbery suspects

- and their getaway car.
- 30-David.

- We're moving to clear the warehouse.
- Copy that, 30-David.

We got a rabbit. Go!

Headed past the three side.

Hands. Give me your hands.

25-David to D-Team.
We hooked the rabbit.

20-David to Command. We're Code 4.

Okay. Copy that, 20-David. Good work.

You got to be kidding me.

- What? You know her?
- Yeah. Ally.

Was my informant. But she's
been off the grid for a while.

Nice to see you, too, Victor.

When the detective gets here,

you'll be booked, probably charged

with aiding and abetting a robbery crew,

grand theft auto and evading police.

Well, you may not have
held up the bank yourself,

but DA's gonna come down on you hard

for working with those guys.

Tell me everything now,
maybe I can put in a good word.

Am I wrong to expect a little more?

For what? Burning me,

then ghosting four years ago?

Wow, that got under your skin.

Figured you would've moved on.

I have, trust me. Sad thing
is, seems like you haven't.

Still in the same game, stealing
cars for smash-and-grabs,

selling the stripped parts for cash.

What can I say? It pays well.

Oh, yeah? What happened to the 140 K

you ran off with the
last time I saw you?

Expenses.

Cash goes quick in SoCal.

So does the novelty of being on the run.

Look, if you're feeling bummed
'cause you couldn't save me,

guess what?

I didn't need saving. Still don't.

Well, looks like you do.

After everything we had been through,

guess I just hoped you'd done better,

gotten yourself straight.

How?

With a prior record?
My only other work experience

being an off-the-books informant
for a cop?

You could've tried, Ally.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but after the last case we worked,

I realized that domestic life
wasn't for me.

- Or for you, I guess.
- Wrong again.

I'm married now.

Good for you.

Well, it's been nice catching up.

I'll let you know when
the detective gets here.

Okay, listen.

I don't want to do any prison time.

Well, I thought you didn't need saving.

You're not exactly in a
great position to bargain.

I haven't told you what I know.

About a different operation
and a way bigger fish

you guys would kill
to get your hands on.

- Okay. Hit me with it, then.
- I'd rather

just tell the detective,
if it's all the same.

Thing I'm into,
it's too dangerous for you.

You got the little missus
to worry about now.

Your risk-taking days are over.

Yeah, I'll decide what's too risky.

Thanks.

What if I told you

I'm looped into the biggest
opioid ring in Los Angeles?

I would say you're full of crap
or working an angle or both.

Oh, it's true.

And I'm gonna help you take them down.

That is,

if you're man enough to handle it.

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Dr. Hughes? I have my performance review

signed by the chief's office.
I filled out

the psych eval paperwork.

Same questions
as five years ago, if I recall.

So you can just sign the form,
and I'll get out of your hair.

Not so fast. You canceled your meeting

with a CalPERS rep last week.

I don't need some pencil pusher
from city hall

telling me what my pension
and health benefits look like.

It was a courtesy meeting
to go over your options.

- Well, retirement isn't one.
- No one's trying to sell you on that.

Oh. Glad we got that cleared up.

You told the rep that you didn't
have time for the meeting.

That could be because
you're working every day,

- all hours.
- I can't control

when the bad guys
choose to terrorize the city.

That's a funny line.
I remember thinking it was funny

the last time you told that
to me five years ago.

I signed off on you

last time 'cause you made me a promise.

You said that you would
take better care of yourself.

You haven't taken a single day off

since Barb died,
and that was nine years ago.

There's something deeper going on here.

Why don't we talk about it?

No offense, Doc, but...

- this kind of thing, it isn't for me.
- Yet you recommend it

- to your team members.
- Well, it's necessary for them.

They're in the field every day.

I'm just a... you know,
a glorified desk jockey now.

I don't... I don't need a head shrink.

Well, since I have to sign off on you
for you to go back to Command,

why don't you let me be
the judge of what you need?

Hmm.

Ms. Donovan, if you have information

that ties to a drug operation,
then give us the whole picture.

Then maybe we can see about
getting your charges reduced.

Sure. I understand.

I've been trying to get out
of the stolen car hustle.

I got my own shop where I modify rides,

do special body kits

with false bottoms
and hidden stash compartments.

So, you supply cars
to help smuggle drugs?

- For who, exactly?
- The last year, mostly a guy

named Miles and his crew.

I'm supposed to deliver an SUV
to him later today.

For free this time.

Why free? What's the catch?

He is gonna hook me into his operation,

get me in the game

working for a guy they call The King.

You know who she's talking about?

Damn right, he knows.

Alias for the leader

of the biggest synthetic opioid
operation in SoCal.

He's responsible for the product
known as Devil Dust.

That's linked to a ton
of overdose deaths.

As well as countless homicides
trying to get a hold of it.

The DEA and FBI

have been trying to crack
this guy's ground game

ever since his product first hit
the streets.

I'm guessing, then,
no one's come close to finding a lab

or IDing The King himself?

No.

- Not yet.
- Oh.

I guess that's where I come in.

You're welcome, guys.

Where are you supposed
to deliver the SUV today?

First, I want assurances.

For this intel, I'll take
whatever snitch jacket you got,

but I am not doing one hour in jail.

You know, usually
when we cultivate informants,

- we set the terms.
- Mm.

For intel on The King,

I think you'll want
to make an exception.

You trust her?

I trust her information.

My gut tells me it's worth chasing down.

What's the story between you two?

She was my informant on Vice.

Then we worked a SWAT case,
the Trocadero copycats,

four years back.

And that's everything?

It was complicated,
but she owned good sources.

Her intel always held up.

- Hey, honey. Everything okay?
- Yeah.

I actually just met up
with a friend from law school.

She knows the investigator

who worked on Ortiz's defense counsel.

You find out anything interesting?

Maybe.

He always claimed that he had an alibi

for the night of the murder, a woman

- who could place him across town.
- Right.

But the defense could never produce her.

Because, at the time,
they couldn't find her.

Let me guess. You tracked her down?

Yeah. Her name is Kim Wagner,

and she works at a bakery in Mar Vista.

So, I'm gonna head over
and see what her story is.

You sure? Why don't you
just send me her info?

I can head over after my shift.

No, I-I want to do this.

And it might shed some light
on whether Ortiz

is telling the truth or not.

You're really enjoying this, aren't you?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am.

- I hope that's okay?
- Yeah. No, no, it's good.

This is worth looking into.

If you need anything,
you just let me know.

- Okay. Love you.
- Love you, too.

Hey. DA's office is authorizing us

to make a deal with your informant.

If Ally can get us to The King,

it represents the biggest break
in the case to date.

In one hour,

she's supposed to deliver a modified SUV

to her buyer, Miles Bassett.

Well, the guy's got a nice jacket.

Two counts of aggravated assault

and an outstanding bench warrant

- for domestic battery.
- All right. So, we work

the deal. Arrest Miles, flip
him, make him work for us.

Then we're all one step
closer to The King

and taking his product off the streets.

By "working the deal," you mean

putting your CI
with us out in the field?

This Miles guy's dangerous,
and he could be bringing help.

And there might be other variables, too,

and we don't have a lot
of prep time with Ally.

Look, Ally and I worked together
in the field before.

Just like the busts
we used to do back in Vice.

Where's Commander Hicks?

He's still in his five-year review.

- Don't know how much longer.
- No,

we don't have time to wait for Hicks.

We can put a game plan in motion
right now,

but, Luca, you got to give us
the green light. It's your call.

All right. Let's do it.

Congratulations.

You reclaimed your CI status.

We got work to do.

My guys will stake out the delivery.

You'll ID Miles.

And then 20-Squad will swoop in.

Mm. Sort of like old times.

Who's working the sting for your team?

- I am. With Street.
- No, hold up.

Maybe I was egging you
on before, but trust me,

- you don't want any part of this.
- You think

you're trying to protect me
or something?

I'm SWAT. I train for this every day.

Sounds like something
a practice player would say.

Street and I will be
in the back of a semi

at the truck stop with eyes
on you the entire time.

We'll wait for your signal.

Assuming you remember the one

- we used to use?
- Take off my hat,

- wipe my brow.
- We got bird's-eye photos

of the truck stop. I'll run you through

where the rest of the team will be

in case we need a Plan B.

- Your wife know about us?
- No.

You and I were ancient history
by the time I met her.

- What's it matter?
- Well, just wondering what she thinks

about you throwing yourself
into dangerous situations.

She's seen up close how I handle things.

Yeah? Just want to make sure

you're not getting soft in your old age.

Let's get to work, Ally.

You're forgetting something.

I'm gonna need a hat.

Are you getting enough sleep?

I sleep fine at night.

How many hours are we talking?

I don't need much shut-eye.

Mm. Well, if your log times
are any indication

and judging from your turnaround times,

I would say that you are
only allowing yourself

five hours of sleep.

- That's a conscious decision.
- Mm.

Explain that to me.

Uh...

I don't know if you
remember Barb all that well.

Of course I do.
She could talk your ear off.

She was a good listener, too.

Every time I'd come home
after a shift at night,

she could always tell
when it was a rough one.

You know, see it on my face.

She'd leave me alone for a bit, and...

Sometimes, we ate in silence.

And later on that night, we'd go to bed.

She'd shut out the lights

and get me to talk about the day.

She would hold my hand, and...

somehow, like magic,

after getting all that off my chest,

I'd drift off to sleep.

Like a baby.

And you haven't had that for nine years,

so you work until you collapse.

And then the alarm goes off

and I get up and do it all over again.

Well, that's not very healthy, Robert.

Duly noted.

We can agree on that.

Mm.

But that's what the job entails.

Can you sign the form now?

No. Have a seat.

We're just getting started.

Uh, bathroom breaks are allowed, right?

Sure. Whatever you need.

All right. I'll be back.

Buyer's late, it happens.

Don't get antsy.

You worked stakeouts on Vice.

Although I get it's been a minute.

Hey, I'm dialed in, all right?
I'm ready to go.

Anyone else besides me
know your history with her?

Not that part of it, no.

I had a buddy down in Long Beach.

He helped an informant stay
out of trouble, too.

She had him all twisted, though.

I'm just saying, she used
his insecurities against him,

pushed him to make sketchy calls...

I'm not helping her stay out of trouble.

- She's helping us with information.
- Okay.

25-David to D-Team.

Buyer's on site.

Roger that.

I don't have eyes
into the car from here.

Yeah, the windows
got a heavy tint to them.

Hey, Miles.

Sup?

Didn't know you were
bringing muscle this time.

25-David to D-Team.

Sounds like Miles brought
an enforcer with him.

Do we need to step in here?

Yeah, this is my bodyguard Jackson.

- Mm.
- Don't worry, I play nice.

- Most of the time.
- Sure you do.

So, we doing this?

25-David to D-Team, we're still good.

Ally knows when to call something off,

Street and I can handle this ourselves.

Hey, Hondo, I'm switching us to two.

What's going on with Tan?
He's usually the cautious one.

Yeah, he's going out of his way

to put more pressure on the situation.

I think he's trying to prove something.

To us? Why?

No, to himself. Or to her.

- Hop in.
- What for?

Supposed to be show-and-tell
like usual, right?

I trust the car is up to snuff.

But if I'm taking you
to my source this time,

I'm not letting you out of my
sight until the meetup's done.

I'm sure you understand.

Why don't you get in the back seat?

Thought you said you play nice.

Most of the time. Not always.

Let's move.

Where you going? I said get in the car.

Police! Don't move!

LAPD! Show me your hands!

Show me your hands! Show me your hands!

Hands on the car.
Hands behind your back.

Hands on your head!

Interlace your fingers.

LAPD.

You're under arrest.

Turn around. Turn around!

Deac.

You are in his head.

Rent-free, I guess.

- Street, you got these guys covered?
- Yeah.

Tan, with me, now.

Now.

All right, real talk.

What's the deal between you
and this girl right here?

We got close, back in the day.

Oh, okay, so you actually
crossed the line

with your CI before.

That explains why she has you
wrapped around her finger right now.

No, she doesn't.

Oh, really? Because that
wasn't textbook, Tan.

I'll give you that was
a good collar, but protocol

is about limiting risk,
not taking on more of it

and endangering yourself.

I got the job done, Hondo.

You want to prove
to yourself or anyone else

you can still improvise
in high-risk situations,

then you take that back to Vice.

Because you know damn well that
belongs nowhere near 20-Squad.

So we're clear,

is she gonna be an problem
for you going forward?

No.

You make sure of that.

Or I will.

Let's get them out of here.

That's the mother of
all bathroom breaks.

You're really doing this?

You're stalking me now?

Because you're avoiding me.

For God's sakes,
I need to run a SWAT operation.

Luca will have to do your job
until I sign off on you.

What's it gonna take, Doc?

To make decisions that have
life-and-death consequences

for the people in this building
and the citizens of this city,

I need to put in what the job requires.

It doesn't require you running
yourself into the ground.

- Well...
- You used to take days off,

and, I'm assuming, slept.

But life changes.

And we got to roll with the punches.

Now I need to get out there

- and do my job.
- No.

You need to start taking time
for yourself.

For what, exactly?

You suffered an incredible loss

when Barb passed away

- back then.
- Oh...

I want you to stop using this job

to fill that void.

I don't feel overworked, Dr. Hughes.

You can speak with the chief's office.

My performance review speaks for itself.

But that's only part of the equation.

You need to learn
how to disconnect from work.

It will benefit your health
and your ability to do the job.

You can't continue on like this,
and you know it.

Now, come back to my office

and have a seat, please.

I told you, I prefer to stand.

Pretty sure you know how this goes,
Miles.

We already got you on
an outstanding warrant

for domestic battery,
and that's before we talk about

the illicit drug operation

you and your muscle are knee-deep in.

But let's face it, neither one
of you is who we're after.

We want your source.

Ultimately, we want The King.

Be smart and work with us.

The other option is two hots and a cot.

Fine.

But look, if I'm gonna help you, man,

I'm not going to jail, okay?

Where have I heard that before?

Look, my sister needs me.

I can't do the time, man.

Then start sharing.

Every word is gonna help dig you
out of the hole you're in.

All right, this is the deal.

I wasn't gonna meet up
with my usual source today.

I was gonna pick up
another haul, but this time,

I was actually gonna get a face-to-face

with The King himself.

Word on the street
is he doesn't do meetups

with runners or button men.

That's why he's been
so elusive, and hard to ID.

I don't even know what he looks like.

It's go-betweens
I've been doing business with.

But I figure I've been
running his product so well

these last three years, he was
calling me down from Fresno

to talk expansion.

Just so I've got this straight,
you were set to meet up

with The King himself today?

That's why I brought muscle.

I was gonna bring
my new business partner, too.

But I'm guessing Ally ratted me out.

That's why I'm in here
with y'all, right?

Damn, I shouldn't have trusted her ass.

If our guys in custody were
gonna meet with The King in person,

that means we got a chance to
ID and take him down today.

It's an opportunity
nobody's had in years, Luca,

since The King's product first
started hitting the streets.

Yeah, but the meetup
in Pacoima's supposed to be

in two hours, which doesn't
leave us many options.

Just one. Miles has never met

The King in person.

It's only been phone calls
and text messages.

So The King doesn't know
what he looks like, either.

Or his muscle.

Modern-day barons and kingpins
run their operations this way

to keep from getting ID'd
with surveillance.

It's usually a smart play, but
it's got one obvious weakness.

One you'd like to exploit.
You want to go undercover

posing as these two dudes at the meet.

With Ally.

The King's expecting a party of three.

You're in command.

I'll run the operation,
but it's still your call.

And you're buying into this?

Tan's right about the opportunity.

We might not get another chance
to bring this guy down.

I don't know about this plan, guys.

I'm the one that's got
to face up to Hicks

when this is all said and done.

It's no different than
being in the field, man.

We just got to trust each other.
To do things the right way.

Okay. Let's put this in motion.

All right.

Hey, Fowler, hold up, hold up.

I got two of our guys going undercover

and I want you out there
with them on this.

I, uh, I don't typically
roll out with UCs or stings.

What's the deal?

There's a lot going on,
could get dangerous.

I want a TEMS officer there.

In case it goes bad.

Look, it'll be a chance for you to catch

what real SWAT's like, up close,

- if you're game.
- Of course. Count me in.

Okay, check in with Hondo,
he'll run you through the op.

Okay?

Kim Wagner?

I'm Annie Kay.

Thanks for meeting with me.

A cop's wife coming to talk to me.

Probably means
I'm not in trouble, right?

You're not.

I was just hoping that I could
talk to you about Eduardo Ortiz?

It was rough what happened to him,

getting locked up like that.

We were just friends.

Hung out from time to time.

Look, I know it was six years ago...

but he claimed that he was with you

the night of Maria Lozano's murder.

And that you could place him
somewhere else that night.

Do you remember that evening, or...?

Like you said, six years.

That's a long time ago.

Look, I know you had

you had a different life back then.

Two felonies for possession
with intent to distribute.

My husband's guess is that
Ortiz might have been trying

to score drugs from you that night.

Right. Well, let's say you're
in the ballpark.

Then you get why I couldn't
come forward six years ago.

Because going on record as Ortiz's alibi

would've incriminated you.

I had to look out for me, you know?

I feel bad he got locked up,
but what was I gonna do?

I would've just been
trading places with him.

You know, the statute
of limitations is up

on what you might've done six years ago,

so coming forward now
won't get you in trouble.

Uh, what's your deal, lady?
What do you want from me?

If the truth really backs
his alibi, then I think

it's time you get on the record,
make a statement.

Then what happens?

I'm not a lawyer,
so I can't say for certain,

but I do know that you'll have
done right by Ortiz.

Is that what you're here for?

'Cause you and your husband
want to do right by Eddie?

Seems like a pretty good reason to me.

Don't you think?

Tan.

Back on Vice,

were you always this
eager to go undercover?

I was, yeah.

Part of me still misses the work.

Coming up through the ranks,

I always had to go the extra mile,

prove to everyone
I could handle anything.

Best way to stand out meant
embracing the danger.

At a certain point, I realized I
liked it and wanted more of it.

But that ain't who you are now.

SWAT trained the bad habits out of you.

I thought so, but Ally...

still knows how to get in my head,

make me think there's more to prove.

She knows how to push the right
buttons because she likes

- taking risks, too.
- Probably why

we made such a good team
back in the day.

Okay. But who you were back then,

is that the person you want to be now?

No.

I want to be a good teammate,

a good husband,

and one day, uh,
I want to be a good father.

Then you got to focus and get
your head straight, permanent.

We both do.

There's a lot riding on us now, man.

30-David to Command, we got eyes

on Hondo, Tan and Ally in the SUV.

They're about three minutes out

from the Pacoima meetup location.

Okay, copy that, Deac.

How does that feel? Being
referred to as "Command"?

Yeah, well, I'm not planning
on getting used to it.

You should. It suits you.

Doesn't seem like the kind of place

- I'd picture a kingpin doing a meetup.
- No,

but this guy's underground so much,

maybe he's cautious
about where he pops up.

TEMS-36 to Command, Hondo, Tan and Ally

are at the meetup location.

Parked around the corner.

Eyes on the them via mounted dashcam.

Place looks abandoned.

This is the address
The King texted Miles.

You got any guesses on
what this guy looks like?

Maybe one of them?

Hey, what's good?

Which one of you is The King?

Depends. Which one of you is Miles?

That'd be me.

You're not what I was expecting.

Well, the feeling's mutual.

Your muscle, your new business partner.

Think I know who's who.

That's Jackson, this is Ally.

So which one of you's in charge?

Okay, hey, hey. Take it easy.
You knew we'd come packing.

Hey, no guns, no phones on any of you

- where we're going.
- Yeah? Where we headed?

- Not too far.
- Why?

Because neither one
of these guys is The King.

30-David to Command. Do we move in?

- You, too.
- Give me a minute, Deac.

You done copping a feel?

Let's go.

In the back.

My mama always told me never
to accept rides from strangers.

Look, you come with us or not at all.

We've got our own ride.

Now, listen,

The King's got a schedule to keep.

For that kind of money,

he can give us a minute.

Let's go.

We still go without cell trackers?

20-Squad's got eyes on us.

We can confirm The King's identity,

leave the site with his product
and let the cavalry roll in.

The risk is there...

but it's worth the reward.

We're blind here now.

- We can move in, arrest these two guys.
- Mm-mm.

Look, even if we flip them,
we don't ID The King.

We lose our opportunity.

30-David to Command, I'm asking again,

do we move in?

Negative. Let it play out.

Hondo knows what he's doing.
I trust the team.

Tan.

If things do pop off, do you
know Ally's got your back?

Lot of history there.

Your thing is,
always trust your gut, right?

So yeah, I do.

All right.

Let's do this thing.

Let's go.

30-David to Command,

we pulled off the Talavera exit
onto Nordhoff.

No place to go around,

can't get onto the sidewalk to catch up.

Well, that's probably a blessing.

Anyone watching would see us.

We're gonna lose them.

Come on...

30-David to Command,
we've fallen behind,

but we still got eyes on the vehicle.

Looks like Deacon and Fowler

are tailing them up into the foothills.

There's nothing north
of there except RV parks

and the Angel City Landfill.

Gives lookouts a better view,

staring down at the whole valley.

They'll see backup coming a mile off.

Means Deacon and Fowler may get spotted.

Do we send backup and
the chopper in now?

Intercept the camper?

No.

Hold support units
and the chopper on standby.

We keep the undercover op going.

There. I see the camper.

Nine o'clock. There's a lookout
just past the front gate

under a tree.

All right. We got to go back around.

30-David to Command, Hondo, Tan and Ally

are in the Silver Springs RV park.

Let's go. Move.

We can't drive up.

That guy will see us.

We'll go down the street,
approach on foot.

What, we're not calling
for backup first?

No. Can't risk blowing
Hondo and Tan's cover.

We are the backup.

Y'all sit tight.

He'll be out in a minute.

You getting that rush again?

You used to live for this.

This really the kind of thing
you still live for?

Cool it, you two.

30-David to Command.

We're approaching the camper
and the meetup location on foot.

Okay, copy that.
We'll hold backup for your signal.

Chopper's in the air
circling two miles from you.

We're still good.

Once the handoff goes down
and Hondo and Tan leave,

the cavalry can roll in.

It's tough without eyes
on this or ears inside.

Honestly, I don't know
how Hicks does it, either.

- Does what?
- The waiting.

Look, it's not about the waiting.

It's about believing, in the team.

Long drive down from Fresno, Miles.

How about a drink?

I'm good, thanks.

- Long drive back.
- Ah.

That's right, you said you had
a family issue to get back to?

Is that right?

Yeah, that's right.

A sick parent, was it?

No.

Thankfully not.

That's right, your sister.

Just making sure.

There's our camper. 11 o'clock,
about a hundred feet.

Well, I figured you asked me out
here to talk expansion, so...

let's chat.

I blame my father

for getting me into this business.

How about you, Miles?

Well, I guess you could say my
pops tried to talk me out of it.

Well, you should've listened to him.
This can be a costly endeavor.

Especially when you realize
someone's been

stealing from you right under your nose.

Like who?

I asked you down here today

because there's more of my product

on the streets in L.A. and SoCal.

It's got my brand name on it,
but I had it tested.

Turns out, it's not quite the same.

It's been modified.

Well, you know how the game
goes. You become the top brand,

you're always gonna have imposters,

slapping your good name
on their inferior product.

Yeah, except my inside source
says different.

It says you've been diluting my supply,

cutting it with some other crap,

and then trading on my good name.

You're slinging weaker product

and keeping all the extra
proceeds for yourself.

And who's spitting that nonsense?

Well, according to
his phone calls and his texts,

he works as your muscle.

Here you go, Jackson.

It's on you now.

Kill Miles. We'll make sure
no one ever finds the body.

Don't exactly remember
this being part of the equation.

It's simple math.

You do it or we kill you both.

What's it gonna be?

Can't do it.

There's got to be another way.

Kill them both or die.

What do you say to going
into business together, huh?

Just the two of us,
then? What do you say?

Come on.

Lookout is patrolling now.

Let's move.

LAPD. Drop your weapon.

Now! Do it now!

Ally, come on.

- Right here. Hey, you okay?
- Yeah.

Go.

Fowler, stay here.
Deacon, you're with me. Move.

You okay?

Yeah.

All right, I got you.

Stay down! You're under arrest.

You're not Miles.

No, I'm not. And you ain't no king.

30-David to Command.

Hondo, Tan and Ally are safe.

Show us Code 4.

Yeah! Team got it done.

Think you had a pretty big hand in this.

All right, um, so, uh, now what?

You want me to do some kind
of, uh, 12-step program?

No, just one. Take a vacation.

It might help you
move away from this loss.

Barb passed nine years ago.

And you haven't given yourself
the time to properly grieve,

- have you?
- I don't know.

Maybe. Um...

Maybe I haven't. I don't know.

You've been avoiding it.
Given how important

she was to you, I can understand why.

So, I'm assuming you're not
gonna sign off on me

- until I return, then, huh?
- That's right.

But if you like, when you get back,

we can continue these sessions.

Well, we'll see.

Sure. All right.

Thank you, Doctor.

You don't have to thank me. It's my job.

Yeah, but there's doing your job and...

...then there's making a difference.

Hey, Hondo.

I just wanted to apologize.

I set all this in
motion from the get-go,

put us in a real tough spot.

No, the situation
back there's on me, Tan.

I assessed the risk, didn't see
how sideways it could get.

Still, you know what got to me today.

Won't let it happen again.

I know it won't.

Look, I know the past
makes us who we are,

but we also got to know
when to close the book on it.

- Hondo.
- Commander.

Hey. Commander, you good?

Yeah. I heard what went down today.

Sounds like you made the right calls.

How'd you like running Command?

Ah, not gonna lie. It had its moments.

Thanks for doing it on short notice.

Well, thank you for
the opportunity, Commander.

Thanks.

Hey, yo, now, there's the real big shot.

You did great out there for us.

Thanks. Well, thanks for bringing me in.

It was, uh, it was nice
to get a feel for it.

Yeah, well, Deac says
you got what it takes

to do real SWAT work.

Well, you're the one
who gave me the chance, so...

It means a lot to me.

So now get through the
rest of SWAT Academy,

and make it an everyday
occurrence, all right?

Yes, sir.

- Our last case in the bag.
- Mm-hmm.

Thanks for your help back there.

Hope that's not too bad.

Eh, nothing I can't handle.

Not sure how viable

I'll be as an informant now, though.

Word's gonna get out about me.

To be honest, it's not like

I got a ton of options.

Well, going straight's still
on the table. Just saying.

The DA's office
unofficially says "thank you."

And the charges against you
have been dropped.

- You're free to go.
- Stay out of trouble, okay?

Can you make sure she gets home safe?

Of course.

I guess that's your way of saying...

Goodbye. Yeah.

Got to get home to my wife.

Hey.

Whatever you end up doing, stay safe.

Take care of yourself.

Hey.

Ortiz really is innocent.

Whoa, whoa. We don't,
we don't know that for sure.

If Kim's statement places him
across town from the scene

- of the crime, then...
- Yeah, but that's just her word.

She has no way to-to prove
that she and Ortiz were

actually together at the time
of Maria Lozano's murder.

And she said that they were friends.

I mean, she-she could be lying for him.

Ah. I thought I was the cynical one.

Look, overturning a plea deal
is nearly impossible.

Yes. Nearly impossible.

We both know this has
been weighing on you,

and we have a real chance
to do something here.

I just don't think
we need to give up yet.

- Okay?
- It's just...

Sometimes
I wonder if it's truly possible

to-to right a wrong.

Well, let's find out together.

All right. I like the sound of that.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.