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Previously on SWAT...

How long has it been going on?
Six months.

I can see why
she left you.

Here's hoping
she found someone better.

You've been suspended.

You're gonna need to
surrender your service weapon.

DEACON:
50-Squad is off today,

so Rocker's agreed
to join us.

He's bringing one
of his guys with him.
Oh, don't say it.

What's going on?
Rest easy, 20-Squad.

Duty called, and the best
of the best answered.

I never had a big brother.

And I'm not sure I need one.

I really hope that one day

we can have a relationship.

You come find me.

I'll be around.

♪ ♪

Ah, patrol day. Time to pay
our dues in basic blues.

I put in my time
on the beat in Long Beach.

Feels like we're just ticking

the community-engagement box
on some bureaucrat's checklist.

Hey, don't let Commander Hicks
hear you talking like that, man.

We're the most highly trained
cops in the LAPD.

Sending SWAT on routine
dispatch calls feels like

making Lebron play
a blacktop pickup game.

Long Beach SWAT didn't have
a patrol requirement?

No, no.

They didn't waste
their lead talent on grunt work.

All right, whoever's riding
with Alfaro is gonna have to

make room in the car
for that ego. Listen,

patrol day's about
getting back to basics.

DEACON: Yeah.
Luca's right.

It's about reconnecting

with the core aspects
of policing.

At least that's what Hicks says
every time

he gives his patrol day speech.

All right, we should head
to Eagle's Nest.

I'm sure the boss already has
the old whistle out.

Tan.

Commander.

I know it's tough,
but you can't be here

while you're serving
your suspension.

I know, sir. Backpack
was in my locker.

Look, you got a raw deal.

All due respect, Commander,
you can save the pep talk.

I let my baggage
affect my behavior

and cast a negative light
on SWAT.

For what it's worth,
uh, I'm sorry.

Well, you take care
of yourself.

Time will fly,

and we'll be waiting here
for you when you get back.

Yes, sir.

With Street on personal leave

and Tan serving out
his suspension,

today seemed like a good time
to catch up

on our patrol requirements, but...

I gotta say, it never gets old
seeing you guys in your blues.

Here we go.

You got something
you want to say, Luca?

Just that LAPD started
back in 1869,

and has since become
the third largest

law enforcement agen...
Okay, funny guy.

I know you've heard
the speech a few times,

so I'll do the abridged
version for the newbies.

Sir, maybe keep the whistle
section out of it this time.

Deac, the whistle's
the best part.

These guys, they don't know
how to have fun.

LAPD started in 1869,

and has since become...
(clears throat)

All right, I'll cut
to the chase.

LAPD has a long tradition
in community policing...

BOTH: ...which is the
cornerstone of everything we do.

And there's no better way
than to get back to our roots

as a force for good

is to get out among
the people we police.

Interact on a human level.

So keep that in mind while
you're on patrol today. Deacon.

You're riding with Alfaro

on the Central Patrol Zone route.

Means you get to roll with me.

Commander, please tell me
we pulled a good zone.

Not so fast, Luca.

I paired Powell
with someone else.

But you, oh...
you got the luck of the draw.

A uni out of the 27th.
A guy named Coburn.

Should be waiting for
you in Motor Pool.

Well, if I'm not with Luca,
then who am I with?

HONDO:
Me.

I didn't miss the whistle,
did I?

No, you're right on time, Hondo.

You and Powell are
in South L.A. today.

Let's hit the streets.

(blowing whistle)

HONDO:
All right, let's do this.

HICKS:
Luca.

Yeah?

I just saw Tan.
Here?

Yeah, he was picking up
his bag from his locker.

Huh. I must have
just missed him.

Yeah, I don't think
he's doing great

with the suspension.

Now, your patrol area,

it's not far from
his apartment.

Stop by and check in
on him, will you?
Okay.

I think he could use
our support right now.
Will do, sir.

All right.

You know, I'm impressed how
you've knuckled up

and made changes
to fit in around here.

Guess Street was
a good influence.

Yeah, he's, uh,
he's been great.

Hey.

If you've got something
on your mind, let it off.

I gotta know
you ain't distracted

before we get out there.

It's just, how are you so cool

with being in this uniform?

What do you mean?
All the side-eyes.

The way conversation stops
when you pass by.

You feel some kind of way
about patrol.

I transferred to LAPD
the summer of 2020,

in the wake of George Floyd.

It was tough on the streets.

People hated us.

It felt like this uniform
was a magnet

for anger and resentment.

You didn't quit.

Well, it's different
now that we're on SWAT.

We only show up
when people really need us,

and they're grateful.

You wear the uniform,
people judge you

without getting to know
all that you're about, I get it.

But, Powell, I do believe
in community policing.

My goal is to show
the community

a uniform that cares,

and maybe even inspire
a little hope.

You ready?
Yeah.

Hey, Long Beach,
I'm driving today.

This is my town.

LUCA:
Durant, what are
you doing here?

I got a pickup to make.
Yeah?

Maybe you can help.

Supposed to ride with
an Officer Coburn.

He-he patrols out of your
station. You know him?

Yeah. Decent cop.

Always smells like
chili dogs, though.

Oh, great.

That's why I traded him
for your patrol.

I figured I'd spare you
the cleaning bill,

'cause that smell really
sticks to the uniform.

You're my partner for the day?

I was pretty tough
last time we spoke.

Said I didn't need
a brother.

You said to come find you
if I changed my mind.

So you do want a brother.

Half brother, I guess.

Well, a full shift together
will give us a chance

to get to know each other.

You sure you want
to do this?

I can always kick you
back to Coburn. Yeah.

Officer Chili Dog?
Nah, thanks.

Whoa, what are you doing?

Oh, right.

Your car, my bad.

(siren whooping)

The car's registered
to Eric Mac.

Couple of speeding violations.
None gone to warrant.

Thinks the rules don't apply

'cause he can afford
to pay the tickets.

(siren wailing)

DEACON (over loudspeaker):
This is the LAPD. Pull over.

(siren shuts off)

Could you turn off
the engine, please?

I'm late for a meeting.

Make this quick, huh?

Let me see your license, registration

and proof of insurance.

Why didn't you stop?

Didn't see you.
Like I said, I'm late.

You know how fast
you were going?

Look, I was speeding, I get it.

Just write the damn ticket.
I gotta go.

All right, Mr. Mac,
you sit tight.

Be right back.

(indistinct radio chatter)

That guy know he's talking
to a Police Star recipient?

(scoffs)
2,000 hours of training

just to get barked at
by some jerk

in a fancy suit.

Doesn't matter how much training
we have; that's the job.

To protect and serve
the people of Los Angeles.

Even when those people are
entitled jerks.

(sighs)

(siren wailing)

(tires screech)
(rap music playing)

20-David to Dispatch.
Show us responding to

a shots-fired call on the 103
block of South Central Avenue.

(song continues playing)

Nothing. Is he...

He's gone.

(song shuts off)
HONDO: All right, listen up.

We're the first
ones on scene.

Go get the kit while
I put in the call. Go.

20-David to Dispatch,
we have a 187 on site.

WOMAN:
You see, right?
I'm tired of this.

It might have been
this bitch that shot him.

You know how they do.

Shoot first, justify later.

(bystander muttering angrily)
This is crazy.

Give him the kit. You secure
the scene, and you wait

wait for RHD to show
up. You understand?

Yes, sir.
What's up?

Dispatch says all Homicide
detectives are tied down.

They want Patrol to hold down
the scene until they get here,

but that could take a while.

POWELL:
His body's just gonna lay here

with all these people watching?

Hondo, this is what
I was talking about.

They're upset and...
Yeah. Rightfully so.

But L.A.'s a big city.

Too much crime
and too few detectives.

If this was Brentwood,
there's be a whole

RHD squad here by now.
Yeah, maybe.

Maybe not.

HONDO:
This community deserves better.

These people need
to see results.

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna show 'em
what we're all about.

We're gonna find
the son of a bitch who did this.

♪ ♪

Well, thank
you very much, Officer.

I'm glad we got that
sorted out.

You have a nice day, ma'am.

I always say "miss"
instead of "ma'am."

Seems less ageist.
(scoffs)

Even if she's
definitely a ma'am?

Especially then.

So, did you catch
the latest Squawk Box?

What?

It's a podcast. Nah.

People just talking
isn't my thing.

It's like old-timey radio
from a hundred years ago.

Well, what do you listen to
on road trips?

I don't know. Music?

(indistinct rap music playing)

RHD's backed up, so they're
allowing us to assist.

What am I looking at?

This is our victim,
Derrick Moore.

Small-time rapper
shot twice in the chest.

Multiple witnesses heard
several gunshots.

Like, five or six.

There were only two spent
casings found at the scene,

but loud music was playing
on the victim's phone.

Rap, with gunshots
on the track for effect.

Which could account for
what the witnesses heard.

Is there more?

Are you familiar with
drill rap, sir?

Well, let's assume I'm not.

It's a subgenre focused on
street violence.

Explicit lyrics often describe
real-life beefs.

The victim was playing
his own Jam Cloud channel.

I did a deep dive, and there was
a common theme to his songs.

A serious rivalry with
someone named "Lo-Dog."

You think the victim was
killed over a music rivalry?

We have any hits on the
Lo-Dog alias in our system?

None, but the victim
rapped about going

to Noble Gardens
and finding Lo-Dog

on a few different
tracks, so...

HICKS:
What's the plan?

Up-and-coming rapper with beef
big enough to trade bullets.

Somebody at Noble Gardens
has got to know who Lo-Dog is.

Well, that area of Watts
isn't exactly on the best terms

with LAPD.

You know the reception
you're gonna get.

I think I know someone there
who'll talk to us.

It was so fast.

He pushed me against the wall
and took my necklace.

DEACON: Could you describe
the necklace?

A white gold chain with
a teardrop ruby pendant.

It was my mom's.

She's gonna be pissed.

Here, let me help you with that.

When she finds out
what happened,

I'm sure your mom
is just

gonna be happy that you're okay.

DEACON: (clears throat)
Was there anyone around

when the incident
took place?

Any witnesses, Miss... Greene.

Becca.

I screamed, but no one came.

He had this crazy look
in his eye.

I was so scared...
Hey, it's okay.

We're here now.

Can you describe
the attacker?

White, dirty blond hair.

Uh, average-looking.

He was wearing a high school
letterman jacket.

No name, but a tornado
on the back.

Well, Becca, you have
two of LAPD's

most highly trained
SWAT officers on this case.

We're gonna find this guy and
get your necklace back. Promise.

BECCA:
Thank you.

Yeah, uh, well, we got
your contact info

and your incident report.

You are free to go.
We'll be in touch.

What the hell was that?

Just some harmless flirting.

No, not that, Romeo.
I'm talking about the promise.

You know better than to make
a guarantee like that.

Just trying to serve
the people of Los Angeles.

Look, hear me out.

Dude snatches her
necklace, has no weapon,

so I'm thinking
it wasn't premeditated.

A crime of opportunity
like that, he's...

He's probably looking to
get rid of that necklace fast.

There are some pawnshops nearby
that aren't exactly known

for vetting their merchandise.

Can't hurt to roll by a few of
'em and check 'em out, right?

Ah, who knows?
Maybe we'll get lucky.

(typing)

(doorbell rings)
(knock on door)

Hey, hope you're hungry.
Swung by Xiamara's.

She made some extra.

Hey, Durant.
Uh, come on in.

Place is a mess.
Wasn't expecting company.

DURANT:
Oh, we don't mind.
Yo, what's this?

It's from HQ, dated today.

I knew you didn't
forget your gym bag.

Bro, you can't be doing searches
while you're on suspension.

Look, I can explain.

Hold on.
Whoa, what's...

Is that the guy
Bonnie's cheating with?

I just-- I needed
to know who he was.

Okay, you're kind of getting
into weird territory,

don't you think?

Should I go wait in the car?

Nah. It's all out
in the open now.

Guy stole my wife,
blew up my marriage.

I'm so sorry.
Bro, I know you're hurting,

but this is only
making it worse.

What am I supposed to do,
just forget about it?

No, forget about him, man.
They guy's a scumbag.

Okay? To get involved
with a married woman,

be a homewrecker,

that's straight-up
human garbage, all right?

He ain't worth your time.

So why does he get away clean?

What are you talking about?

He's married, too, Luca.

He has kids...

and a wife

who has no idea
who she's married to.

So why am I the only one who
gets hurt in all of this?

'Cause you're a good person.
Okay?

Bonnie and this guy,
they're not.

It sucks, but you
gotta let it go.

Hey.

Look, promise me
that you'll let it go.

Yeah.

I promise.

You think Becca would like
omakase?

Hold on.

You're gonna ask the victim
out for sushi?

Oh, it's my first date go-to.

They're always bringing stuff
to the table.

No awkward silences.

Since when are you silent?

All right,
next pawnshop's up ahead.

I got one more in me

before I call off
this whole goose chase.

Ready to eat your words?

Tornado
letterman jacket.

Am I good, or am I good? Huh?

Even a broken clock is right
twice a day. Eh...

(siren chirps)
I'm bailing.

Cut around the other side.

(siren wailing)

LAPD. Stop where you are!

30-David in pursuit.

Our strong-arm robbery
suspect is on foot

heading south into
an alley off Spring.

(grunts)

Stop!

I said stop!

I can't. They took her.

56-David, suspect is armed.

Damn it!

(grunts, groans)

You good?
Or are you good?

(scoffs)

Look, he said, "They took her."

I-I'm telling you,
something was off.

So you think there's more
going on here

than just the mugging?

That crazy look that
the victim saw, I saw, too.

He was scared, Deac.
Not of me, something else.

HORTON:
Can I help you?

Hey. A guy left here
a couple minutes ago.

Dirty blond, wearing
a high school jacket.

In some kind of trouble?

Well, it's the kind of trouble
that rubs off

if you're not careful.

He pawn a necklace?

Look, right now we are more
interested in him than you.

So if you're smart,
you'll keep it that way.

Kid's name is Zack.

Brings things in
from time to time.
Stolen things.

I don't ask.
He seems like a good kid

just trying to survive, so,
uh, you know, I help him out.

Well, now he's got
his hands on a gun.

He get that here from you?

Well, don't suddenly
get shy on us now.

Look, he was desperate.
He wanted five grand

for a little ruby necklace.

When I told him
I couldn't do it,

he traded for the gun instead.

Does Zack have a girl
in his life?

Yeah, his high school honey.

Moved out together,
were gonna be famous.

Didn't work out
for them, but, uh,

yeah, they're hanging in there.

They're newlyweds now.

You certainly seem to know
a hell of a lot about him.

I sold Zack
his engagement ring.

A week or so ago,

he came in
with a big wad of cash.

Thousands.
He wanted a ring.

Said they were headed
to Vegas to get married.

Where's a kid like this
get his hands

on thousands in cash?
Like I said, I...

Yeah, you don't ask.

But you look like
you have an idea.

He might have mentioned
the OVPs.

The Olvera Street Players?

What, you think this kid's
involved in a gang?

Nah.

The way he was acting
about the money, I...

...think he might have
stolen it.

All right.
The OVPs are ruthless.

If Zack stole from them,
I'm pretty sure

we're not the only ones
looking for him.

Zack. He, uh,
have a last name?

Thompson.
All right.

I'm gonna need
any paperwork you have

on that firearm.
Oh, yeah.

And the ruby necklace.

Let's have that, too.

(indistinct chatter)

Ain't nobody call for you.

HONDO:
Easy, pal.

Just came to talk
to Apartment 2-C.

Is that Hondo?

How you doing, Ms. Bernard?

About as good as an old lady
can expect these days.

MS. BERNARD:
Y'all move on now.

You sure, Ms. Bernard?

You gonna make me
repeat myself?

No, ma'am.

Call themselves
looking out for me.

You haven't been by
in so long.
I know. I'm sorry.

I've been a little busy.
It's not an excuse.

I should come by
more often.

This is Officer Powell.
It's nice to meet you.

(sighs)

Since you brought this
young police lady with you,

I know this ain't
no social call.

What do you need?

We need to find a guy
who goes by Lo-Dog.

Word on the street is
he lives around here.
He does.

Do you know his real name?
Where we can find him?

If I did, I wouldn't tell you.

Excuse me?

You heard me
just fine.

Ms. Bernard, there was
a shooting this morning.

I'm not surprised the cops
come sniffing around

when there's violence.

But I never expected you

to carry that water, Hondo.

We're just trying to help.

Help comes before
you're dead, sweetheart.

After, it's called
something else.

Ms. Bernard thinks the LAPD
only shows up

after the worst has
already happened.

Been living in
this neighborhood too long,

and seen too much.

Even Hondo,
with those Billy Dee eyes,

can't change my mind.

You know I'm gonna keep trying.

Listen, I can bring closure
to that boy's murder.

You say Lo-Dog is innocent.
Mm-hmm.

I believe you, 'cause I know

you wouldn't protect him
if he wasn't.

But that's not enough for LAPD

to drop him
as a suspect.

Just have him
come talk to me,

on the record.

He can walk in by himself.

Nobody out there needs to know.

You've kind of been
in your head since lunch.

Everything okay?

Yeah, I'm just... thinking.

You believe what you said?

What'd I say?

To Tan, about that other
guy being a homewrecker.

Human garbage.

I mean, look, I was just trying
to make him feel better,

but basically, yeah.

I mean, who does that? (scoffs)

Well, my mom, apparently.

Your dad was married,
and that didn't stop her.

Or him.
Okay, I'm not...

Look, I wasn't talking
about your mom.

I wasn't.

What's the
difference?

I'm not blaming you.

It's your home she almost wrecked.

Look, I don't know
what to say.

Yeah.

Well, neither do I.

You know, we haven't really
known what to say all day.

I can't be the only
one Who's noticed.

No, I mean, it's been weird,

but we'll get through it.
It's okay.

Will we?

I think we both
kind of assume that,

since we're
half siblings,

there'd be some kind of
a connection, but...

maybe we just need
to admit there's not.

All right, thanks, Martinez.
I owe you.

My guy in Gang
and Narcotics,

he says the Olvera
Street Players

run a collection racket,

leaning on immigrant businesses.

And they're not
very nice about it.

Definitely not
the kind of people

you want to be
stealing from.

What do you got?

Zack Thompson, 22 years old.

Couple charges for petty theft.

Connected into a rash of
smash-and-grab robberies

around Pico Union.

Breaking car windows
and taking whatever's inside.

But, hey.
But there's a red flag here.

Three days ago, he filed
a missing persons report

for his wife Sally.

When you chased him,
he didn't say "missing."

He said she was taken.

So Zack goes on another
smash-and-grab spree,

and ends up stealing
from the OVPs.

As retaliation,
they grab Sally.

Look, I bet that
they're holding her

until they get their money back.

Yeah, but he doesn't have
their money.

Instead, he's got a gun.

Olvera Street is close by.

If the OVPs do
business there,

I guarantee that's
where Zack is headed.

(indistinct chatter)

Hi. Uh, looking for
the owner, Stacey.

Is she in today?

She's over there.

Thanks.

Excuse me, Stacey?

Yes. Can I help you?

Uh, sorry to bother.

My wife, uh, works with
your husband.
Really?

Yeah. My name's Victor Tan.

Tan.

You must be Bonnie's husband.

Well, if you've come to break
the news, you're too late.

I already know
about their affair.

Do you mind if I sit?

Depends.

What do you want?

Honestly, I don't really know.

Just... felt like

I needed to come.

I'm still trying to make
sense of it, you know?

Look, no offense, Victor,

but if you want me to sit here

and play lonesome loser
with you,

it's not gonna happen.

I've worked too hard
and sacrificed too much

building the life I have.

I won't give it
up so easily.

Matter of fact, you can tell
your bitch wife that, too.

I don't care how much
she wants my husband,

she can't have him;
not without a fight.

Grab yourself a latte,
if you like, on the way out.

It's on the house.

(door opens, closes)

Lucas Gibbs, aka Lo-Dog.

Thanks for coming in.

I ain't shoot nobody.

Wait.

Derrick got shot?!

You know Derrick Moore?

Y-Yeah.

We've heard his music, Lucas.

We know you guys got beef.

No, no, no,
it ain't even like that.

What's it like, then?

Look, we was
boys, a'ight?

The-- Like, the whole,
the whole drill thing,

that was just a scam.

We was faking a rap beef

so we could get our rep up
in the rap game,

that's it.

You were friends?
Yes.

Since we was kids.

He really dead?

Yes, he is.
(exhales)

HONDO:
I'm sorry.

You know anyone who
wanted to hurt Derrick?

Anyone make any threats?

No, man.

He was only worried
about music.

Derrick never even fought
anyone in real life.

So he had no beef with anyone?
No.

I mean, look,

not everyone loved
when he was shooting his videos

and stuff like that, you know.

People would come
and yell sometimes,

but not like this, though.

Hey, listen to me.

You get back down
to the Gardens

and you find someone
who saw you this morning.

Anyone who can prove
that you weren't on 103rd

when this went down.

You get it?

Thank you.

I'm Sergeant Kay,
this is Alfaro.

I'm Barnes. This is
my partner Wilson. Hey.

We're looking for a kid.
White male, early 20s.

Name's Zack Thompson.
You guys know him?

Yeah, we ran him
in once for theft.

Haven't seen him today, though.
Yeah, we think Zack's here

looking for
the Olvera Street Players.

OVPs tend to post up
wherever they please.

Their victims don't report.

Doesn't give us
much to work with.

All right.
Well, we could use a hand.

Let's fan out,
cover more ground that way.

Suspect's armed,

so stay alert.

(man whistles)
MAN 2:
Oh, hey, ladies.

Why don't you
come down here?

I'll show you a good time,
you know?

WOMAN: No, papi.
Ah, don't be a hater.

It's Romeo.

Better have our money.

Tell me where Sally is first.

(laughs) You stole
five Gs, pendejo.

You don't get nothing

till we get
our money.

Where is she?

Not far.

Bet she's getting lonely.

You don't
pay up,

maybe me and the homies
pay her a visit.

Now give me the money.

Call your boys.

Bring Sally here.

Now.

Or you gonna shoot me?

Right here?

I'm not scared of you.

You should be, Romeo.

You point
a gun at me,

now I got to hurt you,

not to mention
what I'm gonna do to your girl.

Hold up. Nine o'clock.

30-David. Active 245
in progress in Olvera Park.

Suspects are armed.

BARNES:
At your six.

We got a standoff.

Three on one.

We got to
move in now

before it spills
into the park.

On my count...

(gunshot)
(woman screams)

DEACON: Shots fired.
I repeat, shots fired.

LAPD!
ALFARO:
Drop your weapons!

No clear shot. 30-David.

Shots fired, Olvera Park.

Requesting backup and an R/A.

That's Deacon.

Olvera Park's
not far.
Go, go.

(siren whooping)

(choking) Oh, God.

They're gonna kill her.
You got to save her, please.

Wilson, Barnes,
you stay with him.

Come on.

(horns honking)

DEACON:
They're heading east
towards Union Station!

(tires screech, horns honk)

Hey!

DEACON:
30-David. Pursuing suspects
into Union Station.

Three Latino males wearing
black caps and black jeans.

(people yelping)

Where's that backup?

(police siren wails)

22-David responding.
Entering from the three side.

If they're
on the run,

this is where
they come out.

You got to skate where
the puck's going.

Not where it is.
What, you like hockey?

Kings for life.

Aw, hell yeah.
Let's go.

56-David. Pursuing suspect

south into the restaurant.

LUCA:
22-David. No visual
on the suspects.

MAN:
Whoa. Hey, man!

(woman screams)

There's a brewery in back.
Funnel him there.

P.A. ANNOUNCER:
...to your final destination,

please take our ground
transportation options

in the rear of the building,

located on Cesar Chavez
and Vignes Avenue.

22-David. Searching
the north concourse.

(announcer speaking Spanish)

Whoa, whoa!

(screaming)
(gunshots)

(screaming in distance)

(screaming)

I got a visual.

Can't get a shot,
he's got a hostage.

I'll flank him
and take the high ground.

LAPD! Let the girl go!

Get out of my way!
Listen to me, Miss,

we're gonna get you
out of here, okay?

Do exactly what I say.

Okay.

I need you to duck!

(Durant grunts)

Not today, pal.

Nice body check, man.

You're a hockey fan,
all right.

You should see me
during playoffs.

LUCA:
Let's get your ass up, buddy.

30-David. Almost in position.

Good, 'cause
I'm sending him your way.

(grunting)

DEACON:
LAPD.

You're under arrest.

Come on.

We're still
one short.

What'd the hell
these guys do?

DEACON:
They kidnapped a woman.

And there's still
a suspect outstanding.

We ain't
kidnap nobody.

Least you ain't gonna
be able to prove it.

Hey, what's
that mean, huh?

Your boy planning on
doing something stupid?

No body, no crime.

Right?

DEACON:
We got to
stop this guy

before he gets to the girl.

Patrol has the exits
buttoned up.

OFFICER (over radio):
56-Tango. Suspect fleeing east

towards the plaza. In pursuit.

We got these guys.

PEDESTRIAN:
Yo, what's up?

(people shouting)

I'm one.

Hey, on your knees!
On your knees!

Aw, damn! It's locked!

ALFARO:
He's getting away!
56-David.

Suspect is running east
on the tracks

out of Union Station.

We lost him.

If he gets to
Sally before we do,

she's as good as dead.

(police siren wails)

We're a quarter mile
from Union Station.

Deacon said the shooter
left the station going east.

Some of the these trains have
been parked here for months.

You think they stashed
Sally Thompson here?

It's their territory,

and we know
he's going after the girl.

We just got to get
to her first. Let's move.

Powell, go left. I got right.

LAPD! Stop right there!

Powell, move!

20-David.
Suspect is on the tracks,

quarter mile east
of Union Station. In pursuit.

Suspect dropped his gun.

Put the weapon down.
Where is she?

Where's Sally Thompson?

I ain't going back to prison.

Where is she?

You gonna have to kill me.

I ain't that
kind of cop. Powell.

(thumps)

Going hands-on.
(siren approaching)

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

Did you find her?
Did you find Sally?

No, not yet,
and he ain't talking.

We found him
climbing a ladder.

Why get on top of a train?

Well, these cars
are all locked tight.

The only reason

to be on top...
If that's your way in.

Let's check out
these boxcars.

Hey, Sally!

Sally!

Sally!

Shh. You hear that?

(muffled grunting)

Sally Thompson!

She's in here.
It's okay, we're LAPD.

Hey, grab that.

Hey. Hey, we got you.

Hey. It's gonna be okay.

All right?
You're gonna be all right.

30-David.

Hostage has
been recovered.

I need an R/A, my position.

Hey, thanks for
riding with me today.

We were good
out there, you know?

Yeah, we were.

Look, what I said before...

It's like
I'm overthinking everything,

and I don't know why.

I do.

It's 'cause you didn't
grow up with siblings.

You think

lack of common ground
means the end of the road,

but it doesn't have to.

How's that?

Look, we don't have
to agree on everything,

or even anything.

I mean,
you met Terry, right?

Of course.

Okay,
we never agree.

We're as different
as it gets,

but he's my brother,

and I love him.
You know?

I mean, that's what being
a sibling is all about

is being connected

no matter what.

Sometimes family
just needs

to keep choosing
each other.

You're my sister.

Even if you do have terrible
taste in road trip radio.

(both chuckle)

I can work with that.

Hey, you busy tonight?

Puck drops in 30
if you want to watch.

Yeah?
Yeah.

All right,
I'll see you there.

I thought you were
done for the day.

Not yet, sir.

The suspect
we talked to earlier,

Lo-Dog.
Mm-hmm.

Something he said stuck with me.

Yeah, and
what's that?

He said people

got in the victim's face

about making
his drill rap music videos.

Yeah.
I went through
Derrick's videos and found

several locations
he filmed multiple times.

These are the ones
that filed noise

or vandalism complaints.

So you think
he was confronted

by one of these
business owners?

This restaurant

was robbed seven months ago.

The owner fired

his registered gun
in self-defense.

It's the same caliber bullet
that killed Derrick Moore.

It's thin.

That community
deserves closure, sir.

It's nice to see this kind
of fire in you, Powell.

Grab Hondo and
go run this down.

ALFARO:
So what happens
to them now?

Well, hopefully
the judge is a romantic.

Kid made a stupid
mistake for love,

his wife almost
paid the price for it.

At least she's okay.

Yeah, thanks to you.

You still shouldn't
have made that promise,

but if you hadn't,
things might have

worked out
worse for them.

Oh, bit of, uh,
bad news, though.

You're not gonna
be able to give, uh...

What's her name?
Becca.

Becca her necklace,

not until it clears evidence.

Hope that doesn't

ruin your sushi date.

Are you kidding me?
Even better.
Hmm?

Guarantees a second date
down the line when it's

finally released.
You're unbelievable,
you know that?

Yeah, I know. Hey.
Yeah?

Look, I'm glad
we rode together today.

You were right.

I let being SWAT
go to my head.

To protect and serve.

That's the job.

I'm glad
we saw it through.

It was nice riding
with you too, Alfaro.

Good night.

Mr. Hudson?
I'm Officer Powell.

LAPD SWAT.
Can we have a moment?

What's this about?

There was a shooting
this morning

a half a block
from here.

Sir, do you still
own a Glock G45?

Now y'all come around?

Excuse me?

Neighborhood's been
going to hell.

I've been calling for weeks

about those thugs
driving off my customers.

But LAPD couldn't be bothered.

Until now.

Did you have a confrontation

with Derrick
Moore today?

Sir...

if something happened,

you really need
to tell us the truth.

If you cooperate with us,

we can help you with
what comes next.

Mr. Hudson, did you
shoot Derrick Moore?

I didn't... I didn't go
out there to hurt the boy.

He had a gun.

I got scared.

We've been on our own
for too long.

And where the hell y'all been?

(TV plays indistinctly)

Another one?

Yeah.

Anyway, I expected
anger or tears,

not resolve.

She refused to accept
the situation.

That's when I realized
that this guy

didn't blow up
my marriage.

Bonnie did.

As misguided as
this lady's loyalty is,

she's willing
to fight.

Bonnie wasn't.

She didn't want
to leave me for this guy.

She just wanted to leave me.

Wow, it takes me
months after a breakup

to have that kind

of a perspective.

Yeah, sorry you had
to go through that.

But sounds like you're
ready to move on.

Don't really have
a choice, do I?
Mm.

Lord knows I don't need to hear

any more of
your breakup stories.

Oh, you've got
stories, do you?

For days, man. I'm the king

of brutal breakups.

You ever have
your plus one at a wedding

hook up with the maid of honor?

Okay, that
I got to hear.

(sighs)

I thought I'd feel better
after closing this case,

not worse.

The community needed our help,

and we ended up
arresting one of their own.

You want to tell me
this community

deserves better, I'm right there
with you on that.

Better funding.

Better opportunities,

all of it.

Derrick Moore got gunned down
in an alley for making music.

We may not like
what his music has to say,

but he had
every right to say it.

What you said before,

about inspiring hope.

Do you ever question
if it's working?

Every day.

But I got to keep on trying.

(sighs)

You did the uniform
proud today, Powell.

That's the best we can do.

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