All language subtitles for S.W.A.T. 5x11 - Old School Cool (English)

Seizure warrant come in yet?

Not yet, but the raid's still on today.

Montrose Mercs aren't
gonna know what hit 'em.

Heard we're expecting to
confiscate some legit weaponry.

Mercs have been stockpiling arms,

gearing up to expand their territory.

I'd prefer to stop
that plan before it starts.

This isn't one of their usual
hangouts. It's a storage spot?

The Mercs are keeping it on the DL.

Intel says we're looking at two,

maybe three guys on guard.

So when the warrant lands,
we'll make our move.

Zero tolerance for
hazing means zero tolerance.

So why did you two decide
to ignore your commanders?

And don't think
that it escaped my notice

that it was only female
recruits that were targeted.

Gentlemen, that was not
a rhetorical question.

It was just a joke, sir. Alexis...

I mean, Officer Cabrera
said it didn't bother her.

It really doesn't, Sergeant.

I'm sure the other women
don't care, either.

Well, I appreciate that, Cabrera,

but seeing any cadet harassed,

that bothers me.

I've spoken to your team leaders.

You're both riding
the bench for a month.

You're dismissed.

I got to get going,
but I just want to apologize.

That kind of behavior,
that is not S.W.A.T.

It's not how we do things here.

Thank you, sir.

Cabrera?

I'm fine. I mean...

Free tampons, right?

Hey, I heard you saw Deac
laying down the law for the rookies

caught stuffing tampons in recruit
lockers?

Female recruit lockers.

Everyone knows hazing won't fly anymore.

What were they thinking?

That they weren't
actually hazing anyone.

Anything less than forcing people
to run until they puke is considered...

A joke or a bonding experience.

Yeah, I never understood
how leaving potstickers

in my seat made me more of a cop.

For me, it was stealing my
clothes while I was showering.

And asking me to make 'em sandwiches.

It wasn't easy to think of these
people as, uh, fellow officers,

trusting them to have your back.

- How'd the recruits take it?
- Most of 'em weren't in yet.

Alexis Cabrera played it cool.

But I'm gonna check in with her later.

Smart. Don't want a good
cadet rethinking S.W.A.T.

'cause of some stupid prank.

Whitlock, I appreciate you

coming over to take
a look at this for us.

Yeah, it's not a problem, Commander.

Uh, the IT request said that
you had some data disappear?

Yeah, the armory rotation
for the next month.

It was there last night,
but now the computer's erased it.

Okay, and you are confident

that the officer put the data
into the spreadsheet properly?

Because, as it turns out,
most computer errors

are, shockingly, human errors.

Yeah, I put it in.

Well, he's more of a field
warrior than a keyboard one,

so feel free to check his work.

All right.

At least this'll be
more challenging for you

than our usual password reset requests.

Well, I like to help out where I can.

I'll let you know if I
can recover your data.

All right.

Keep me updated.

This part of Revelations starts like...
God is always spying.

But He knows "that you are
doing more than you did at first."

- And that's nice.
- Yeah.

He sees the progress
we each make every day.

No matter how small it may be.

All right, fellas, let's wrap this up.

I'll, uh, keep it brief.

The Lakers lost,

the Kings lost, Clippers didn't play.

So let us pray that
by this time next week,

things have improved.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Thanks, guys.

See you. Thank you.

Hey, Eduardo.

Glad you joined us and feel
free to come back anytime.

All right, it's good to hear it.

Hey, in the meantime,
I was hoping you could do me a solid.

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

Oh, I-I can't.

Look, I just want to get a
message through to her. Right.

Well, I'm sorry, but, you know,
I'm not supposed to know

anything about your situation,
and it goes both ways.

It's for everyone's protection.

Yeah, it's a little too late for that.

I already know you're a cop.

That's an interesting theory.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, look.

I just want to get
this letter delivered to her.

And I thought maybe
you'd recognize me, too.

But I guess S.W.A.T.
puts bracelets on a lot of guys, huh?

I was your arresting officer?

The one and only.

Guess I wasn't that memorable.

So you think that I'm the best
person to ask for this favor?

Sure. You owe me.

- How's that?
- I'm innocent.

Been behind bars for six years now.

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

Please.

I-I can't.

Where are the weapons?

This is supposed to be a huge stash.

We've got movement on the right flank.

There's more Mercs than we thought.

Sergeant, something's not right.

Parker's hit! Get him out!

You see them? Where are they?

We've been waiting for you to show!

Was worried you might not come.

It's a trap, go!

Go!

Shots fired, shots fired! Officer down!
We need S.W.A.T. now!

Tan, stick 'em.

Two Gang and Narcotics
officers managed to evacuate.

We got two more inside.

Maybe five or six Mercs.

All right, Deac,
we're set on the two side.

Chris.

We're set.

Infrared drone incoming.

Keep eyes on the infrared
to track the officers inside.

Deacon, you got the north end,
we got the south.

Find those officers.

Get 'em out. We'll deal
with the Mercs later.

On my count. Ready?

Three, two...

One, go!

Cluster in the three-four stairwell.

Our guy's heading west.

Drone's got a bad connection.

Well, this isn't good.

Lost signal?

Hold, hold.

This is 20-David to Command.

Infrared on our end is gone.
We need your guidance.

- Commander?
- You're breaking up, Hondo!

What the hell's happening?

- Did you do something?
- No.

Deacon, if you can hear me,

we are on our own.

Roger.

Hey.

- L.A.P.D.
- We're here to get you out.

Who are we talking to, Officer?

Detective Howard.

GND.

All right. Come on, we got you.

Hondo, we've got Officer Howard.

Advancing towards the exit.

Tan, double back around.

Street, move.

Second officer and Mercs
headed your way, Tan.

Don't move!

I've got Anders secure.

Stay down!

This is 20-David,
final officer recovered.

Tan, get him out of here!

Good?

Yeah, I'm good.

Sweep is complete.

Total of six Mercs in custody.

That was triple the guard
Gang and Narcotics

expected to see when they went in.

And the weapons cache
they came to seize isn't here.

Seems like the Mercs knew
a raid was coming.

- Could GND have a leak?
- I don't know.

I don't know what happened
to the drone or the radio.

Commander?

I was inside the system
when the glitches started.

So what's going on?

There is a virus overloading everything.

Someone has invaded the system.

A cyberattack?

L.A.P.D.'s been hacked.

Synced & corrected by -robtor-
www.addic7ed.com

- Cybercrime confirmed the hack?
- Yeah.

But since Whitlock was
already here for IT,

I asked him to walk us
through the particulars.

Okay. Uh, two days ago, a virus appeared

in L.A.P.D.'s internal network,

and as that virus spread, it overloaded
databases, causing these glitches.

Your lost data situation?

You have this hacker to thank for that.

Cybercrime said he left a signature,
calls himself "Shadowboxx". Two X's.

Or calls herself or calls themself.

It is statistically himself, but I
never want to underestimate anyone.

Well, whoever this Shadowboxx is,
I'm thinking

he did more than wreak havoc
on our computers.

The Mercs knew about
that GND raid in advance.

Now we learn that L.A.P.D.'s
system's been compromised

for 48 hours? It all feels connected.

Shadowboxx was able
to download L.A.P.D. data.

They had access to operation details,

officer assignments, schematics...

The hacker's the leak.

Handed over the where, when and how

of the Gang and Narcotics
operation to the Mercs.

How much info did this hacker
take from our system?

I can't say for sure, but I know
that it's not limited to one division.

The entire system is an open book.

This ain't over. He's a middleman,

selling stolen police intel
to criminals.

GND walked right into an ambush.

Next time, Shadowboxx could publish

a detective's home address,

making it open season
on all cops, on duty or off.

Cybercrime is working
to re-secure the network

and identify Shadowboxx.
It's gonna take them

a little bit of time,
but they're gonna get him.

They can't just make us stand by.

This hacker's putting
every cop in the city at risk.

I don't like it any more than you do,

but Shadowboxx could be on
the other side of the world.

Our focus needs to be here.

L.A.P.D. is halting new operations.

We need to comb through
ongoing missions.

Find those under the greatest
threat and secure them.

Undercovers.

Officers who won't be easy
to pull from the field.

They may not even know

- their covers are blown.
- I know.

Uh, there's one more thing!

Shadowboxx is still active
inside the database.

This hacker can see
everything you access.

See who S.W.A.T.'s looking into,
what we're planning?

Which means he can sell it.

Make criminals disappear
before we can even catch 'em.

We don't give him anything to see.

As of this moment,

S.W.A.T. is going off-line.

Sergeant Hearns was successfully
pulled from her undercover op.

What about Mark O'Dell? He's
embedded with the One-Niners.

Let's see, O'Dell. Yeah.

Confirmed he's in a secure location.

There's a team en route to pick him up.

You know, I'm struggling
to remember why Annie and I

make such an effort to limit
the kids' screen time.

Computers are great.

Got an officer in trouble.

Officer Paulo Baptista.

Working undercover
inside a drug trafficking ring

led by Pedro Suarez.

Yeah, deep cover assignment.

Handler hasn't been able
to make contact,

so Vice did a soft physical check-in.

Baptista's door was kicked in,
his place tossed.

Neighbor reported seeing an altercation

and Baptista getting forced into a car.

Shadowboxx must've blown
Baptista's cover.

Baptista has nothing to bargain with.

He's alive to be Suarez's plaything.

Well, then, we got to get to
Suarez before he gets bored.

Any idea where they might
be holding him?

Nah, Suarez's guys backed
out of all their usual spots,

vacated their home addresses.

They must know everything
that L.A.P.D. has on them.

What about the car,
did the neighbors give any details?

Black SUV, partial plate.

Doesn't match any known
vehicles in Suarez's ring.

It was probably stolen.

Right now that car is our only
lead to find Officer Baptista.

But we can't run the plate
on our computers.

If Shadowboxx sees,
he's gonna inform Suarez.

Which is not good for Baptista.

Guys, L.A.P.D. isn't
the only organization

with makes and models on file.

Call the DMV.

Back when I was a rookie, that
was practically the first assignment.

Cultivate an inside man.

I'm on it.

Nicely done.

We'll see if I can keep the
accuracy up after a speed reload.

Isn't 20-Squad busy
with fallout from the hack?

We are, but I wanted to check in

with you after the crap those
rookies pulled in the locker room.

Meant what I said.

I'm fine.

If you need someone
to talk to, I'm here.

Or Deacon or Dr. Wendy.

They stuffed my locker as a stupid joke.

It wasn't a big deal
until Sergeant came,

made it one, and now
you're here making it worse.

All I want to do is help.

I didn't ask for that.

Other officers are watching.

Please, just back off.

Hey, Deac?

We any closer
to finding Officer Baptista?

Uh, Street's still combing through
DMV records, working a partial plate,

it just takes more time
than using our system.

All thanks to this Shadowboxx,

messing with the L.A.P.D.
from the safety of God-knows-where,

and we can't even go after him.

What's that?

Oh, it's an old S.W.A.T. log.

You ever think back
on a mission and realize

that you don't remember the
name of a suspect you collared?

We've made a lot of arrests, Deac.

Who's this one about?

Eduardo Ortiz.

He was arrested six years ago

for murdering a woman
after she denied his advances.

Well, it doesn't surprise me
he didn't stick in your brain.

He's not someone we
chased after on a mission.

No, he's just one of a half-dozen

high-risk warrants we served that day.

It says he's still inside.

Why's Ortiz coming up for you now?

Well, he just got transferred
to the prison where

I'm doing ministry outreach.

- Mm-hmm.
- And he recognized me,

came asking for help.

Says he's innocent.

Oh, right,
he's one of the innocent ones.

No, I know, I know, but it's...

I changed his whole life

and I didn't remember him at all.

All right, hold up.

S.W.A.T.'s just the tip of the spear.
Not judge and jury.

Yeah, maybe that's the job.

But I don't know.

This guy, Ortiz, he's got me wondering.

Is-is that where
our responsibility ends?

I'm not gonna talk you
out of digging into this.

I don't even want to try.

- But be careful, Deac.
- Yeah.

Ortiz sought you out for a reason,

and he used an argument that's
tailor-made to mess with your head.

DMV records paid off.

Found the black SUV Suarez
used to abduct Baptista.

Okay, William Marleza,
the car's actual owner?

Yeah, he's a low-level
drug dealer, buys from Suarez.

So we ID'd the car.
That still doesn't tell us

where Suarez took Baptista.

Well, it helps more than you'd think.

Marleza is also a property manager.

He handles commercial
real estate across the city.

These are his current buildings.

That's a lot of places
to choose from, though.

Yeah, now these four

currently have tenants.

So probably not where
they're holding Baptista.

Right. And this one's
at a busy intersection.

Way too conspicuous, too many eyes.

That leaves three possibilities.

He could've taken Baptista
to any one of them,

and we're running out of time.

Yeah, with the system down,
we have no drones,

no traffic cams. Patrol's
hands are full 'cause of the hack.

Okay, so we divide up the list.

You guys get Chris,
I'll grab Hondo and Deac.

- 20-Squad's hitting the streets.
- All right.

Let's go.

Luca said they came up empty

at Marleza's east side property.

Next building on our list is this way,

empty retail storefront,

should be an easy stroll-by
to see if Suarez is around.

You okay?

You've been quiet.

Well, you know you guys were
talking about getting hazed?

You said, uh, someone stole your
clothes when you were showering.

I did the same thing once.

To who?

It was a recruit.
Officer named, uh, Amanda Ross.

This was years ago.

In Long Beach. Back then,
I just saw it as a joke.

Making one of the few women
in the building

walk back to her locker naked.

Hilarious.

Honestly, I'd forgotten about it

until you said what happened to you.

It was incredibly stupid.

Look, it wasn't okay, but you'd
never do anything like that now.

But he did it then.

Have you even apologized
to this officer?

Hey, that's the SUV

Suarez used to abduct Baptista.
They're here.

All right, gear up.

How you feel about me and my boys now?

Rat!

L.A.P.D.! Drop the weapon!

L.A.P.D.! Don't move!

Don't move!

Baptista, you okay?

Back off!

Chris, back room. I'll cover them, go.

Just take it easy, man.

I said back off!

Take it easy!

Go, go!

Code 4.

Three suspects in custody,
recovered Baptista.

Semi-conscious, send an R/A.

- Close call.
- Too close.

And Shadowboxx is
still out there spilling intel.

I just got off the phone
with the hospital.

Baptista's gonna be all right.

I just hate the feeling this
hacker's got us playing defense.

Well, Cybercrime tells me they
stopped the virus from spreading,

which I assume is a good thing.

Specifically, they've disrupted
the malware's self-replicating...

Yes, they did. It's a good thing.

Uh, it's a great first step

towards getting Shadowboxx
out of L.A.P.D.'s system.

You got anything else?

Okay, I know this is
Cybercrime's investigation,

and I completely respect that,
but I did some digging.

And you found something?

Yeah, hackers are constantly trying

to breach the L.A.P.D.
security firewall,

and the system logs every attempt.

So I searched through those records.

There is no unusual network activity

that could explain the current breach.

Then how did Shadowboxx get inside

if he never attacked the system?

I think he uploaded
the virus from a terminal

that was already
attached to the network.

If Shadowboxx physically accessed
one of L.A.P.D.'s computers...

Then he's somewhere here in L.A.

Not some server farm in Crimea.

Okay. Can you ID the terminal he used?

I'm just a tech, man.

I gave all this stuff to Cybercrime.

They have it. There's hundreds
of L.A.P.D.-networked computers.

We need every pair of eyes looking.

And you were smart enough to see this.
Follow it through.

Unless I'm reading you wrong?

No, I'll give it a shot.

Make it your best shot.

We locate Shadowboxx, S.W.A.T.
could stop all of this at the source.

Get Suarez in the box.

Let's see what he knows
about our hacker.

Suarez.

Felony assault on a cop.

Drug trafficking.

With your priors, that's life.

Good news is, if you're a cat,
you still got eight more.

Nice try.

Nine to 12 years.

Max.

Except Officer Baptista was embedded
as part of a DEA joint task force,

so there's federal charges in the mix.

You spent good money buying
up everything L.A.P.D. had on you,

and you didn't read it carefully?

Maybe we can get the feds
to call you a first-timer.

If you tell us something
useful about Shadowboxx.

I don't even know the guy.

You must've exchanged a few words

to set the price for the stolen intel.

I got an email.

Said I had a mole problem.

Came with a single page
of L.A.P.D.'s file on me

and a promise he had more
if I could pay.

Proof of concept.

That email's probably
a throwaway account.

How'd you pay?

- Over an app, by wire?
- No.

He said he wanted cash.

And he gave me a flash drive.

Said electronic transfers
are too traceable.

You met Shadowboxx, in person?

Barely. He picked
a crowded outdoor cafe.

Dude in a black hoodie showed up.

Did the swap and disappeared.

I never saw his face.

That's all I got.

Really.

Counselor, thank you for stopping by.

Like I said on the phone,

I just want to ask a couple questions

about one of your former
clients, Eduardo Ortiz.

Don't tell me he's got cops
delivering his messages now.

So you know he's been
trying to contact you?

He says he hasn't got a reply.

I'm a public defender with obligations

to dozens of current clients.

And his letters are the same,
over and over.

He claims he's innocent and
then he demands I file an appeal.

And you refuse because...

Because it's not an option.
He took a plea deal.

The terms of which explicitly
ruled out an appeal,

and he knows that.

You know that a lot of defendants
feel cornered into taking a plea.

I mean, they get convinced

that that's their only option.

Ortiz was in and out of prison
for violent felonies,

he worked for the victim,

and his alibi was shaky at best.

Uh, frankly,
getting his charge down to murder two

and keeping a life sentence
off the table was a big win.

Okay, just last question.

Do you think what he says is true?

That he's innocent?

You know, Ortiz always
seemed to me like a clever guy.

Super personable.

But I can't compromise
a client's defense

wondering about guilt or innocence.

Right. Right, that's not your job.

Thank you.

Hey, so I called L.B.P.D.

to get in touch with Officer Ross,

apologize for what I did
back in Long Beach.

- How'd it go?
- It didn't.

My old partner told me
she left the force.

Opened a surf shop. I just...

I should've reached out a long time ago.

I can't help but wonder.

If you were part of the reason she left?

I guess there's only
one way to find out.

Whitlock found the terminal
that Shadowboxx used

to get into L.A.P.D.'s network.

It was a mobile unit in a patrol car,
11th division.

I checked into systems traffic.

And a couple of days ago,

the computer in that patrol
car uploaded a large file.

And I take it that's unusual?

I called the officers involved.

Said when they went back to their unit,

they found some guy messing
with their radio, or so they thought.

- Shadowboxx?
- Installing a virus.

When they checked the radio
and found no outgoing calls,

they let him walk with a warning.

And by that time, Shadowboxx's
virus was already loose

in L.A.P.D.'s main system.

And, unfortunately, he was able
to erase the patrol car's cameras.

Well, he may have
erased himself digitally,

but he had to touch the car.

Lean on the window or tap
the keyboard a few times.

So if he was interrupted,

he wouldn't have been able
to wipe everything down.

So maybe we pull a print.

The tricky thing is
gonna be running that

against the database
while Shadowboxx is watching.

Well, he only knows
what L.A.P.D. is doing.

San Francisco, Anaheim, Irvine,

they all have access
to the same print library.

I say we do what we used to do

when the L.A. forensics lab
got backed up...

Phone a friend.

Kept good whiskey in my desk
just to sweeten those deals.

Go find a print.
I'll see who's around to take my call

and what bottles are in my office.

Oh, Whitlock?

Nice job.

Officer Alonso, I wanted to apologize.

I was out of line,
the way I spoke to you.

Maybe. But I know why you did it.

You don't want people
thinking you're weak.

I want S.W.A.T. More than anything.

Those guys can do what they want.

But if my skills speak for me,

no one can say it was favoritism.

I used to think that way, too.

When I was starting out and
the jokes kept happening,

I'd stay quiet and...

Set a new course record.

When other female recruits showed up,

I wouldn't talk to them so
no one could say "girls' club."

We both know women have to
be more aware of how stuff looks.

That's just how it is.

But I don't think
that's how it should be.

Suffering in silence,
that's not progress.

That's why I'm doing
things differently lately.

Pointing out real problems.

Real issues.

Sounds less lonely.

And I'm not gonna lie.

It's very cool to have the Chris
Alonso offering me her knowledge.

"The Chris Alonso"?

Come on.

You know you're legendary around here.

Well, I don't know about legendary.

Surf shop.

Hi, uh... Uh...

I'm, uh, looking for, uh, Amanda Ross?

That's me. How can I help you?

Hi, it's Jim Street.

From L.B.P.D. S.W.A.T.

Sure, I remember you.

Um, I was hoping
we might be able to talk?

Not a great time. Uh, peak hours.

Okay. Uh, maybe I could stop by later?

We close at 9:00.

Cop buddy in San Diego ran
the print we found, got a hit.

Shadowboxx is really Blake Spencer.

That's fax machine quality,
but you get the idea.

Unis went by his apartment,
but he wasn't around.

They'll grab him if he returns.

And if he doesn't?

I think I found something
in Shadowboxx's file.

I noticed he has all the
classic hacker low-level priors.

Yeah, fraud and identity theft.

Exactly, so I had your San
Diego buddy run some financials.

Guy opened a credit card

in the name of every
family member he's got.

Yeah, but look. His cousin Jeremy?

He started racking up
charges two days ago.

Same day as the hack,
all for a company called Bolter.

Electric scooter rental.
Kids leave 'em all over our block.

Yeah, but Jeremy,
his cousin, lives in Vermont.

Bolter scooters is west coast only.

I think Shadowboxx is stealing
his cousin's identity again.

Suarez said Shadowboxx insisted

they meet outdoors and then disappeared.

Scooter gets him in and out quickly,

in case the deal goes south.

Well, the last charge is
from less than an hour ago.

Those scooters have a GPS chip
that tracks their location.

If he's still got the scooter,
the company can tell us where he is.

Call them. Get 20-Squad ready.

We're getting Shadowboxx off the street

before he puts another
officer's life in danger.

Scooter Shadowboxx rented is active.

It's parked right in front of the cafe.

26-David, we got eyes.

He's at the meet.

There's a copy of the intel.

First one should've worked.

Relax, man, it did.

Then why am I here?

My boss was impressed.

He's got another job for you.

That's... That's not the way I work.

Cops are already sniffing around.

You tell your boss I'm not interested.

Thing about that job?

The boss wasn't really asking.

Situation's changed. The guys
he was meeting, they're not happy.

All right, move in, let's go.

Cops! Go! Go!

They're grabbing him up.

Stay on Shadowboxx.

We lost visual.

They got him.

L.A.P.D.! Get down!

L.A.P.D.! Come on!

Got one coming your way, Hondo!

Drop the gun, now.

Hands behind your back!

Stay down.

Here we go, here we go!
Give me two, give me two!

Go, go on, two, go!

S.W.A.T.! Stop!

I need a black and white ASAP!

Vehicle headed towards Ventura.

Silver van, partial plate... California,

zero-one-baker. Driver's armed.

Units responding, ETA three minutes.

That's three minutes too many.

They're in the wind with the hacker.

Who are those guys?

Whoever they are, they left
their flash drive behind.

They didn't want the intel.

They wanted Shadowboxx.

Deac, the guys
who grabbed up Shadowboxx?

They're all part
of Donnie Culatto's crew.

Donnie Culatto, the crime boss?

About to stand trial for murder.

And the prosecution's
key witness is Janet Flynn,

a rookie beat cop.

Now Shadowboxx accessed
Flynn's personnel file.

It's full of info Culatto
could use to threaten Flynn.

Stuff on her family, her home address...

Yeah, but Culatto's crew left
the flash drive behind.

They didn't want any of the
info Shadowboxx was selling.

Or maybe they already had it.
A few weeks ago,

Officer Flynn and her wife were
moved to an L.A.P.D. safehouse.

Now the safehouse info

and schematics were
compromised in the hack.

Including a full list of
state-of-the-art defense protections.

Okay, so Culatto buys
the safehouse plans,

intending to get in and kill Flynn.

But when he looks at the plans,

he sees the camera network,
geofence, the panic room.

He realizes he needs
a hacker to get inside.

And based on his reputation,
Shadowboxx is the guy.

'Cause Culatto knows that he
already beat L.A.P.D. security once.

As soon as Shadowboxx
unlocks the safehouse,

Culatto's gonna sweep in
and take Flynn out.

And we need to be there now.

Were you able to warn Flynn
that trouble's heading her way?

Nah, Shadowboxx must already
be working with Culatto.

Communications into the
safehouse are being blocked.

It's only a matter of time before
the security cracks completely.

We'll call you as soon
as we got him secured.

Nah, I'm coming with you.

I'm not gonna rely on glitchy comms.

I'll set up a field outpost,
run the mission from there.

You're not the only one
itching to be there

when Shadowboxx is taken down.

- Hey, babe.
- Hey.

What are you thinking
for dinner tonight?

I don't know.

Flynn's probably living it up.

Of course, not for long.

Type faster.

Not how it works.

I'm in.

Shutting down security.

Panic room's on the third floor.

By the time Flynn realizes
it's dead, we cornered her.

Let's go.

Shut the door.

Culatto's headed inside.
Hacker's not with them.

Geofence alarm never sounded.

Shadowboxx successfully
disabled the security.

But he couldn't have gotten far.

Hey, got company.

Take care of them, then
find us a new exit plan!

Get to the panic room.

Got eyes on the stolen van.

It's about 30 yards
east of the safehouse.

- One suspect down!
- Move in! Move in!

30-David, heading your way.

Street, take the alley!
Chris, you got the two side!

Nothing's working.
We have to get out of here.

Coming for you, Flynn!

Luca, cover the front!
Tan, you're with me!

You got it!

I'm on your six.

If Shadowboxx erases his laptop,

we'll have no idea what L.A.P.D.
intel he sold.

We need it to know what's compromised.

Hit 'em hard and fast, then.

No!

They're getting away! Block the hallway!

Police!

Stay there!

20-David, we got a rabbit!
Second suspect down!

- Hands!
- Hands!

Ah, hands! Don't even think about it.

L.A.P.D.'s been looking for you.

No!

- Don't move!
- Stay behind!

24-David, I've got the wife.

But Culatto grabbed Flynn.

He's headed for a boat.

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Culatto's got Flynn,
escaping over the water.

Once he gets to shore,
he doesn't need a hostage.

Hondo, got a ride for us.

I don't have a clean shot.
I can't risk hitting Flynn.

Maybe I can get a better angle.

Street, now, move in!

Get me closer!

Come on!

Flynn, stay there!

It's over!

- Officer Flynn, you good?
- I am now.

My wife, is she okay?

We got her. She's safe.

This is 20-David, officer recovered.

Final suspect in custody. We're Code 4.

Sir, heard you recovered
Shadowboxx's laptop

before he could activate
his kill switch.

Now L.A.P.D. can track down
every piece of intel he sold.

Keep our own safe.

Commander?

Cybercrime is wiping Shadowboxx's
virus from L.A.P.D.'s network,

and as a thank you to you guys,

for everything you did today,
they started with S.W.A.T.

Your computers are clean.

Ah, so we can turn the screens back on?

You can.

I barely remember
where the power buttons are.

I don't know who we're gonna call

when you move over to Cybercrime.

I'm still just IT, sir.

You can do more for L.A.P.D.

I pushed you today.
You rose to the occasion.

When you push yourself,
the sky's the limit.

Yeah, the city asks a lot of S.W.A.T.,
but we can't do it alone.

We need guys like you backing us up.

Look, I'm not gonna lie.

It was really cool helping
to catch a bad guy today.

When you're ready,
I'm happy to call in a recommendation.

How about right now?

Okay.

Just... I need to do one thing first.

There we go.

Yeah, there we go!

All right!

Load up. Yeah, baby!

Good job, Whitlock.

Thank you, sir.

In that situation,
I'd use a tactical reload.

Heard about the recruits acting foolish.

Cabrera and them all right?

Deacon handled it super well.

S.W.A.T. Academy is lucky to have him.

Yes, they are.

But I know you still checked in.

I got eyes, Chris.

You're anxious about the new recruits,

but especially the female ones.

Cabrera says I'm, uh, legendary,

like me being here
means something extra.

I know she meant well, but, you know...

That can be a burden, too.

I get it.

Sometimes it's like
I'm the only thing standing

between some idiot and the
belief that women can't be S.W.A.T.

Well, I think you're gonna
have some more ammo

against that tired argument very soon.

Sure hope so.

Hi.

Hey.

Looks like you got
a pretty cool setup here.

You didn't drive out all this way

to compliment my shop, Street.

No, you're right, I... I didn't, um...

I came here to apologize,
for what happened back in L.B.P.D.

I was an idiot.

And I should've been
mature enough not to be.

And, uh...

I behaved badly.

Stealing your clothes.

Messing with your stuff.

That was wrong. I was wrong.

Okay.

I'm sure it doesn't
mean anything really,

but, um...

I've been doing some growing up

over the past few years,

and I just, I realized

I needed to tell you
just how sorry I am.

Thank you for saying that.

But I can't honestly say
that you're forgiven.

No, I-I don't expect you to.

I'm glad you're becoming
a better person.

I-I hope it's making you
an amazing officer.

But I'll never know what kind
of officer I could've become.

When I looked you up,

heard you left,

I wondered... Well, I worried, really,

that what I did might've
played a part in that.

A couple catcalls and
stupid jokes didn't run me off.

It was all of it.

Happening all the time.

What you did... Don't flatter yourself.

You were just

one of the boys going along with it.

That's how I remember you.

Saw in the visitor's log
Ortiz's lawyer stopped by.

You find anything out?

Yeah, he wants her to file an appeal,

but that can't happen because six
years ago, he pled down his sentence.

He already said he was guilty.

Yeah, it's got to be hard to
be partway through your time

knowing you've got years
to go, guilty or not.

You know, this whole thing
could be some kind of sideshow

designed to drum up doubt
where there isn't any.

I don't know why
I keep thinking about it.

RHD zeroed in on a suspect.

S.W.A.T. executed a warrant.

A lawyer negotiated a deal.

Judge signed off on it.
Everybody did their job.

You and I know better than most

how complicated
the justice system can be.

But still, Deac,

it all comes down to whether
or not you believe him.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So, I, uh, I went down
to Long Beach last night.

I guessed as much.

Part of me was hoping that, uh...

I don't know, that everything turned out

the way it was meant to for her,

that-that she found some
better calling beyond L.B.P.D.

Maybe she did, but the point is that

she didn't get to fully choose it.

What makes it worse is...

I wasn't just cruel back then.

I was oblivious.

I didn't think about how
anything we did made her feel.

I just...

I mean, I-I just assumed
everything was fine

because I wanted it to be fine.

How-how the hell do you fix that?

The past? You can't.

I've had to learn that.

But you faced a mistake,
honestly and completely.

Now you be better.

Eduardo, your lawyer's not exaggerating

when she says that your
plea is a big obstacle.

There's-there's not much she can do.

But you believe me?

I believe you were in a tough spot.

Yeah. I also believe
that you manipulated me.

When you realized
that I lead this Bible group,

you picked a moment to approach me,

play on our history together.

You wanted me to go look
at your old case file.

Hmm.

Well, I wanted to see
what kind of man you are.

- Now I know.
- What kind of man am I?

A moral one.

You could have let
the sleeping dogs lie.

But you didn't.

I'm not sure I could
really help you, either.

And I'm not convinced
you're telling the truth.

Right now, what I can offer you
is the chance to pray together.

Yeah, I'd like that.

May I?

Of course.

Dear Lord,

I pray for your forgiveness.

I pray for the safety and
protection of my family.

I pray for Sergeant Kay's family.

And Sergeant Kay, in his wisdom,

I pray that he comes
to know that I am here

because of an injustice.

And that he, a just man,

will be moved to do something about it.

Amen.

Amen.