All language subtitles for S.W.A.T. S05E15 Donor

Previously onSWAT...ANNIE:
Who's this Eduardo Ortiz guy?

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

Claims he's innocent.

We both know this has been
weighing on you,

and we have a real chance
to do something.

Sometimes I wonder if it's-it's
truly possible to right a wrong.

Well, let's find out together.

[gunshot]HICKS:
17-year-old young man

Raymont Harris was accidentally
shot and seriously injured.

You were the one that saved me.

You're the type of kid
that I promised myself

I would always try to protect.

Ah, there he is,

my future Bruin.

Ah, UCLA, baby.

[laughter]Hank St. John.

I go by Saint.DANIEL:
Saint and I were in

the Panthers together
back in the day.

HONDO:You may have them
fooled, but not me.

It's only gonna take one mistake

for the LAPD
to come knocking on your door.

And I'll be watching you.

Take care, Sergeant.

♪

[door opens]

Yo, quit slacking.

We got to get it all out
by 8:00.

We can't take
five minutes anymore?

We've been pulling
an all-nighter.

You want to tell the boss
why his package is late?

How many more bottles
we got to fill?

[machine whirring]KNOX:
Another 50 or so.

JAYLON:
Least they could do
is send us some more help.

KNOX:
Yeah, well, we here now.

DEACON:
LAPD! Stay on the ground!

STREET:
LAPD! Don't move!

LUCA:
Get on the ground! Hands!

DEACON:
I got a rabbit
headed to the three side!

Luca, Code 4?Yeah, Code 4!

STREET:
On the ground!

STEVENS:
Hands where we can see them!

[grunts]

Now that you're on the ground,
stay there.

[sirens blaring,
indistinct police radio chatter]

Maybe this will jog
your memory.

When was the last time
you saw Saint?

There's at least
500 grand worth of drugs

in that stash house.

That's a minimum of
five years, plus fines.

You willing to take the
fall for Saint on that?

Lawyer.

Stevens,

get this punk out of here.

What's up?

Stash house buddies
aren't talking.

I hope you found
something useful.

My guys are still
going through the evidence,

but it looks like mostly
illegal prescription pills.

Small amounts of fentanyl
and heroin, too.

Just like the two
stash houses last week,

but nothing to
tie 'em to Saint.

Look, GND's happy
to play along-- it's always good

to get drugs off the streets--
but if you're right

about this Saint guy being
behind all this...

I am.

Ifyou're right,

we haven't found any evidence
to confirm it.

Call me if you get
any new leads.

[cheering, whistling]LUCA:
Let's go!

Here we go!

Cabrera!

Come on, Tatum, let's go!

Oh! It's the Red Team by a nose!

That is our best cadet
relay time to date.

Nicely done.

Way to dig deep at
the end, Cabrera!

LUCA:
Yeah.

DEACON:
All right, bring it in!

[whoops, applauds]

Yeah, guys!DEACON: Nice job.

But not out of the woods yet.

Now, as you know,
we've made some changes

to the SWAT Academy
training regimen.

Having said that,
we've decided to bring back

one of the toughest
SWAT challenges there is.

The SWAT Recruit Talent Show.

[cheering]
DEACON:
Oh, don't look so relieved.

You have until tonight
to pick a talent

and then perform it
in front of your SWAT peers.

Singing, dancing, juggling,
sword swallowing,

impressions--
it's all fair game.

Look, even if it's a terrible,
terrible talent,

we just want to see commitment
to the performance, yeah?

All right. Dismissed.

[applause]
LUCA:Yeah.

Great idea bringing back
the talent show, Deac.

Yeah, I thought it might be good
for team building and morale.

I still remember that kick-ass

Frisbee routine
you did with Champ.

And you crushed
that air guitar solo

a few years back,

and you weren't even
supposed to perform.

I can't keep that kind of talent
in a cage.

You just got to let it fly.DEACON:
You know,

I think we can all agree
that no one will top

Rocker's rendition of
"My Heart Will Go On."

[laughter]
DEACON:
Unfortunately,

it still haunts my dreams.LUCA:
Hey,

I'll catch up with you guys
in a bit, okay?

♪

Hey, awesome job
on the relay.

Bring that kind of intensity
to the talent show,

you're gonna kill it.

Thanks.

So what talent are you thinking
of showcasing? I got it.

I b... Uh...
I bet you're a beatboxer.

[sighs]

Come on,
I won't spoil the surprise.

I was, uh, thinking of skipping
the talent show, actually.

Why, man?
They're always a blast.

I don't really like
performing in front of people.

It's more like performing in
front of family, if that helps.

That actually
makes it worse.

[inhales]
When I was a kid,

my mom signed me up
for all kinds of plays,

dance shows,
singing competitions...

She really wanted
to be a stage mom.

Only problem was, I despised
being in the spotlight.

What, you got stage fright?

I got so nervous
and embarrassed...

I'd freeze up.

It was painful.Mm.

No offense, but I don't
really feel like putting myself

through that hell
for a silly talent show.

Hold up, hold up.

Look.

There are gonna be moments
in your SWAT career

that feel terrifying.

But you got to learn
to push through that fear

to get the job done
and trust that your teammates

will have your back
as you do it.

That's really what
this talent show is about.

Just think it over.

[indistinct chatter]

How about, uh, as far away,
yeah, as possible?Oh, right ahead. Yeah.

[chuckles]

I just heard that Felicia
won her school spelling bee.

Oh, that's wonderful.

It sounds like your niece
is turning into

quite the scholar
these days, Chaplain.

Oh, well, luckily, she inherited
my sister's brains.

I can't even remember
to grab ketchup for my fries.

I was gonna grab napkins anyway.

Be right back.

[gunshots][panicked chatter]

[screaming]

Aimee, we need
to get inside now.

[gunshots continue]

[panicked chatter continues]

♪

♪

Early reports indicate
a single shooter opened fire

on this hospital employee café

before being chased off
by security guards.

Shooter's currently
in the wind.

Casualties?

Two dead. Hospital
administrator and a surgeon.

Two more seriously wounded,
including the hospital chaplain.

What, Chaplain Adams?
How bad is he?

He took two shots to the upper
torso. He's in surgery now.

You know the chaplain?
Yeah.

He's one of the nicest people
I ever met.

Who shoots a priest?

Well, I'm hoping St. Augustine's
Chief of Medicine

can shed some light on it.

Dr. Michaels.

Commander Robert Hicks,
LAPD SWAT.

This is Sergeant Harrelson.Doctor.

Is there anyone
that you can think of

that would have a grudge against
this hospital or its employees?

We're used to dealing with angry
patients and their families,

but Fred Hill stood out.

He's made nonstop threats.

He's had to be removed from
the premises a couple of times.

I believe he's your shooter.

What's Mr. Hill's issue?

Hill's son, Isaac,

suffered from
a rare kidney disease-- ARPKD.

Due to the severity
of Isaac's case,

the hospital transplant board
couldn't sign off

on a kidney transplant,

and Isaac died
about a month ago.

It appears that Mr. Hill
took his revenge

on some of those
board members today.

The shooting victims were on
the hospital transplant board?

Three of the four,
including the hospital chaplain.

If Hill blames the transplant
board for his son's death,

he could go after the
other members as well.

We're gonna need
the names and addresses

of those board members ASAP.

I'm gonna put unis
on the board members

and put out a BOLO
for Fred Hill.

All right, we'll go to Hill's
last known address,

see what we can find.

All right.

Hondo and Street found no
sign of Hill at his home,

but they found a bunch of
empty gun cases and ammo boxes.

Now, that kind
of firepower,

there's no chance the hospital
was his only target.

Well, we have police on all the
remaining hospital board members

and an open BOLO out,

so when Hill resurfaces,
we'll be there to say hello.

What else were you able
to dig up on him?

Hill is a mechanical engineer
with no notable priors,

but his wife Linda died
two years ago

from the same kidney disease

that took
their son Isaac's life.
Mm.

LUCA: Hill's social media
took a pretty dark turn

after Isaac's death--
more than the added grief.

They get angrier, more erratic.

Well, losing your whole family
like that,

I mean, must've pushed him
over the edge.

Okay, I'm gonna
check in with RHD

to see if I can I.D.
any more of Hill's targets.

I'll let you know what I hear.All right.

This is David Kay.

Okay, I'll be there
as soon as I can. Thank you.

Commander, I got to step away
for a couple hours.

What's up?That was Lila's school.

No one came to pick her up,

and they can't get in touch
with Annie.

Go. And keep me updated.

Okay. How long ago was that?

All right, I'll-I'll check
back in with you later.

Thanks for keeping me
in the loop.

Thank you.
You okay?

That was the, uh,

ICU nurse
from St. Augustine's.

Chaplain Adams is
out of surgery, but, uh...

...he's still
in critical condition.

I'm sorry.

How did you know him?

We got kind of close after
my liver donation surgery.

I didn't think
you were religious.

[exhales]

When I was laid up,

that man spent hours
by my bedside.

I think he knew

I was feeling
lonely and scared.

We'd just talk about
all kinds of things--

family, baseball,
the best dive bars.

For a priest, he'd kind of been
around the block, you know?

Religious or not, I think
right now you got to believe

Chaplain Adams
will pull through.

Have a little faith?

You sound like him right now.

I'll take that
as a compliment.

[knock on door]

You wanted to see me, Commander?Yeah,

I just got off the phone
with Detective Rios.

His guys went over every inch
of that stash house

you hit this morning.

They didn't find anything
to link it to Saint.

Yeah, well,
it's just a matter of time.

We're putting
a financial hurt on him,

and he's got to be
feeling the pressure.

Sooner or later,
every ship springs a leak.

Well, I don't disagree
with that, but then, uh,

how do you explain this?

Saint's investing
in Raymont Harris?

Well, you obviously
haven't heard.

I kept in touch with him after
he got shot by Buck, but...

It's only been a few months,

but the last I checked,
he was studying at UCLA.

An aspiring businessman now--
well, so it seems.

Saint doesn't invest in anything

unless there's an angle
in it for him.

In a mobile grocery business?

Well, maybe drug distribution,

or another way to launder money,
I don't know.

The name Raymont Harris,

it still stirs up bad feelings
about the LAPD.

Now, if you do anything
to nix this kid's business,

I worry it'll only bring
more blowback on the department.

Raymont's walking
into a minefield,

and he doesn't even know it.Look.

Do us all a favor,
tread lightly.

I am so, so sorry.

I, uh...

My car charger stopped working,
and then my phone died,

and I forgot Lila
had a half day. I...

[sighs]

Thank you so much
for picking her up.

Is she okay?Yeah, she's, uh...

She's upstairs
doing her homework. She's good.

Okay.

What's all that?

Uh... photocopies.
You remember those?

I went down to the Superior
Court Archives this morning,

and I think I found something
that might help

prove Ortiz's innocence.

So, the prosecution's case

hinges on their star witness,
Jorge Espinoza.

But here's the thing,

the statement
the prosecution used

to secure the plea deal,
it doesn't line up

with what Espinoza
told the detectives

when they first
interviewed him.

But I think that
he changed his story

to align with
the prosecution's theory.

So you pair that with

Kim Wagner's
corroborating Ortiz's alibi,

and the case against Ortiz
starts to look very suspect.

I mean, here,
take a look for yourself.

You know, Annie, I can
appreciate that you're taking

all this interest
in the Ortiz case,

but, um, I thought we were
gonna do this together.

Yeah, me, too, but you've-you've
been busy at work.

And to that point,
I had to leave that job

in the middle
of an active SWAT case

to go pick Lila up.

And I apologized.

It was an atypical school day.

It threw my mental schedule off.No one could reach you.

What if this had been
an emergency?Okay, David,

when have I ever missed
a school pickup?

Or forgot to pack
the kids' lunch?

Or was late
for a doctor's appointment? I...

[sighs]

[chuckles]

You know, I keep things running
pretty smoothly around here,

and when things get crazy
for you at work,

I-I sit there and I pivot,

and I support you
the best way that I can.

I really wish
you would do the same.

♪

Raymont Harris.

Okay, okay,
look at you.

Suited and booted. [laughs]

You look good, youngster.

So did I hear right?

You up and graduated
from UCLA early?

Finished a semester early, got
my degree in business economics.

I ain't mad at you.

Now you're out in the world
doing big things. Hell yeah.

I'm really proud
of you, kid.Thanks.

Listen, I've only got
a couple minutes.

You know, meetings and stuff.All right, all right.

Look, I appreciate
you coming by.

I just wanted to ask you
about your new business venture

with Hank St. John.

Starting my first business.

I'm calling it
"Freshness on Wheels."

It's a mobile farmers market
that'll bring locally grown,

healthy foods to underserved
parts of South L.A.

Oh, Raymont, that sounds
great, really great.

Be the change, right?[chuckles]

Yeah, that's right.
That's right.

Can I ask you what Saint's
ties are to this business?

Oh, man, I'm lucky I met him.

Saint agreed to kick in
the seed funding we need

in exchange for
a 30% ownership share.

You might want to reconsider
doing business with Saint.

He's got his hands in
some pretty shady things.

What kind of shady things?

I can't say that just yet.I did my homework.

Lot of people
in South L.A. swear by him.

The guy sponsors food drives,
does a lot of charity work.

He was also a militant
Black Panther

back in the day, Raymont.

He's got some ties to
some pretty violent guys.

That makes him
a criminal for life?

I'm asking you
to trust me on this.

You're asking me
to throw away my business.

Is this deal with
Saint official?

Is the paperwork
all signed off on?

Supposed to sign the final
deal contracts later tonight.

What if I was able to find you
an investor to replace Saint?

An alternate source of funding?

You got a hundred grand
just lying around?[chuckles]

No, hell no.
You know I don't,

but I might know
somebody who does.

Would you just give me
a couple hours?

I need to know soon.

All right.

You got something on our
hospital shooter, Luca?

Yeah, I've been monitoring
Fred Hill's social media,

and he just posted a long rant
threatening OJN Insurance.

What's his beef with
the insurance company?

Well, we found some
emails back and forth

between Hill and Paula Edmonds,
one of the company's adjusters.

I guess Hill was pissed off
about some medical bills.

STREET:
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Red light camera

just spotted Hill's car
near Warner Center Park.

Okay, that's less than a mile
from OJN headquarters.

Go get him.

♪

[siren blaring]

[engine revving,
tires squealing]

[siren toots]

Street, you're with me.Roger.

You got your employees
all taking cover?

We did exactly
like you said--

locked the doors and barricaded
the staff in the break room.

Any sign of Fred Hill?

No, none. Are you sure...?

[gunfire, people gasping]Cover! Cover!

[gunfire]Shots fired! Shots fired!

Come with me! Move! Move!

[gunfire]

Get down! Get down!

[gunshot, glass breaking]

You okay, Ms. Edmonds?Yeah.

I need you to stay here,
get low and don't move.

Street, go, go!

[gunfire]

Anybody got eyes on Hill?

22-David. Hill is in an office

in the east wing of the complex.

I can't see what floor.

[gunfire]

30-David.
Hill's on the seventh floor,

opening two from right to left.

We'll cover you, Deac.

Street, wait till he reloads.

DEACON:
I'm taking heavy fire, Hondo.

Now!

Move, move, move. Go, go, go.

[gunfire]

This is 20-David.

I need a perimeter around
the 5000 block of Avon Street.

The shooter's barricaded himself
in the east wing of the complex.

30-David, making entry
on the seventh floor.

Stevens.

22-David.
West side clear.

Entering the side offices.

Locked.Locked.

Locked.Locked.

30-David.

Entering office of possible
shooter. Door's broken.

♪

30-David.
Hill's on the move.

Cover all the exits
to the building.

[sirens blaring]

[tires squealing]

Mrs. Edmonds, we know
Fred Hill sent you

and other OJN employees
threatening messages and emails.

Any idea why?

He was angry that OJN
wouldn't cover

his son's kidney transplant.

LUCA:
What transplant?

I thought St. Augustine refused
to approve the procedure.

They did, but Hill
found a way

to make it happen anyway--
on the black market.

I know you're not talking
about waking up in a bathtub

full of ice with an organ
missing. That's an urban myth.

Doesn't happen that way exactly,
but it's very real.

Over ten percent

of organ donations happen
via the black market.

There simply aren't
enough viable organs

to meet demand,
so organ traffickers

go out and recruit donors
from all over the globe.

Okay, so Hill was uh, shopping
the black market for a kidney.

Where does
OJN Insurance fit in?

Organ traffickers
are very smart.

They fabricate cover stories

to classify organs
as goodwill donations

so the transplants
can take place

in real hospitals
with legitimate doctors.

But in this case, we caught wind
that the donation wasn't legit,

so we refused
to cover the procedure.

Without insurance,
the surgery is...

Insanely expensive.But you think

Hill already had
a black market organ lined up?

It certainly seemed like it.

We need to take a closer look
at Hill's financials.

Thanks for your help.

Deac, hold up a sec.

Come here.

You were pretty
on edge earlier.

Everything okay
with the kids at home?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
it was just a miscommunication

with Annie and me.

Well, miscommunications
happen in marriages.

Yeah.You and Annie okay?

Yeah, yeah.

All right. [clears throat]
Full disclosure.

We're, uh...
we're working this old RHD case

where I was arresting officer.

The suspect--
he took a plea deal.

Well, now he claims he's
innocent. Annie's convinced that

he's telling the truth,
and she's trying to...

move heaven and earth
to prove it.

Think she's on to something?I don't know, but I do know

that I haven't seen her
this excited about something--

anything-- in a long time.

Happy wife, happy life, no?Yeah. Thing is,

our entire marriage,
I've been the breadwinner.

And Annie's always had my back
when it came to the home front.

And I guess I-I just want
to reciprocate that support.

You know?Mm-hmm.

I just... with everything
I have going on,

I don't know how
to work that out.

Look, take it from someone
who realized it too late.

Enjoy your time with your wife
and kids, Deac, while you can.

It's over before you know it.

[phone ringing]

[sighs]

What do you got, Street?

I've been going through
Fred Hill's financial records.

Not much out of the
ordinary except...

A lump sum payment
of 75 grand?

Going rate for
a black market kidney.

Thought he was
struggling financially.He cashed out

his 401k, then borrowed
the rest against his house.

Looks like the payment went
to an Archangel Medical Supply?

It's a medical device sales
company in the Valley.

But Archangel only
has one employee,

so it's probably a front.

Who's the perennial
Employee of the Month?

Arjun Kahn.

Misdemeanors for bribery
and embezzlement.

He's also a registered
Overseas Citizen of India.

Traveled there six times
this last year.

To recruit organ donors.

Over 2,000 Indians
sell a kidney every year, so...

Find his ass.

Would any of your business
partners be interested

in investing in the kid's
business venture?[door opens]

It shows a lot of promise. I...

Okay. I understand, Ms. Baker.

Thank you for your time.

And I'll tell Nichelle
that you said hi.

Okay.

[sighs]Hey, is everything okay, boss?

I am trying to help
Raymont Harris get out of a jam.

Is he in trouble?He will be soon enough.

Saint is investing
in his first business.Mm?

And I am trying like hell
to find him a different backer

before he gets in too deep,
but I am running low

on time and options.Well, how much does he need?

I got a couple grand
I can kick in.Luca,

kid needs a hundred.[scoffs]

I just tried asking
Othella Baker to invest,

but she doesn't want
to step on Saint's turf.

So this Saint dude's
got her fooled, too.

Her and everyone else.

That dude has to have
a weak spot somewhere.

Talk to me, Street.

Hey, patrol didn't find any sign
of Arjun Kahn at his home

or the Archangel office,
but they did uncover this.

Hill inside the
Archangel offices.

Happened about an hour before
Hill shot up St. Augustine's.

Lucky for Kahn, he was gone
when Hill came looking.

Any intel on Kahn's
current whereabouts?

Yeah, I got something
that'll help with that.

Found a house
in San Fernando registered

to Archangel Medical Supply,
rented two weeks ago.

Go see who's home.

Street, take the four side.

26-David. We got a rabbit.

Suspect headed
for the three side.

[groans]

That's about as far as you go.

KAHN:
I don't know where Hill is,

he doesn't know where I am,

and I would like
to keep it that way.

It has nothing to do
with you trafficking organs?

Not sure
what you're talking about.

Really?

We know about
the frequent trips to India

and the five-figure payments

that show up
in your company's bank accounts.

Medical device sales.LUCA:
Oh, that's a pretty broad

definition of "medical device"
if you ask me.

STREET:
Oh, look, I get it.
I mean, if I sold someone

a bad kidney that killed their
son, I'd want to disappear, too.

It wasn't a bad kidney!

I take my work seriously.

What I do gives thousands of
people a second chance at life.

I help save people.

I don't kill them.

By harvesting their organs
for a profit?

I was trying
to help Isaac Hill.

The kidney was a perfect match,
but Isaac's body rejected it.

He died a few days later.

So the surgery did happen?

Isaac did receive a
kidney before he died?

Who performed
the operation?

LUCA:Fred Hill wants to kill anyone
he thinks is responsible

for his son's death, okay?

If he's after you, he's gonna
go after the surgeon, too.

You say you're in the business
of saving lives.

Dr. Zachary Floyd.

Floyd has to be
Hill's next target.

Talk to me.

Dr. Floyd has got medical
offices in Encino and Burbank,

plus a home in Valley Village.
There's no answer

at any of them so far.

I got unis rolling to each
location as we speak.

Yeah, well, let's hope Hill
didn't already get to Floyd.

Hill just posted a video
to his Facebook account.

Dr. Zach Floyd said
he'd save Isaac.

He said the garbage kidney

he sewed into my kid
would keep him alive.

But Floyd lied.

[crying]:
And his lie killed my son.

It's time for him to pay.

So, to all the cops
and reporters listening,

you better get to Encino.

And don't be late,
or you'll miss the fireworks.

When was this posted?Eight minutes ago.

He also tagged the LAPD
and two local news stations.

He's taunting us.

Get to Floyd's
office in Encino.

[phone ringing]

Shelby, is my 4:00 here yet?

[phone continues ringing]

Shelby?

[phone continues ringing]

[voice breaking]:
Dr. Floyd.

Let's take a walk.

[engine revving]

Okay, two minutes out!

Anything more from Hill
on his socials?

All quiet since the last video.

Something feels off
about this.

Seems like he's trying
to send a message.

Question is, what message?STREET:
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I think we're about to find out.

REPORTER [on TV]: ...in Encino,
where a dangerous situation

appears to be unfolding.STREET: This is live.

HILL:
I'm glad you could join us!

Say hi to the people, Doc.

Luca, step on it.Got it.

Oh, now everybody
want to listen?

Where were you all
when Isaac needed help?

Huh?!

Where were you all?!

[doors open]

LAPD! Get the media
out of here!

Move! Move back!CHRIS:
Move! Move! Move! Move!

HONDO:
Now! Move!Get back, everyone!

Chris, get to the rooftop.
Line up a shot. Go!

Mr. Hill, put the gun down.

I can't do that.

Nobody needs
to get hurt here today, Fred.

Let's just take a breath
and talk this through.

Why don't you
just shoot me?!

That's what y'all guys like
to do anyway, right?

HONDO:
Your son was sick, Fred.

There was nothing
Dr. Floyd

or anyone else could've done.

Stop lying!

Nobody wanted
to help Isaac.

They chose to not
give him a kidney.

They chose to kill him!

Floyd didn't care
about killing my son.

Why should I care
if I kill him?

Take it easy, Fred.
Take it easy.

24-David. I'm set.

Listen to me, man.
This is your last chance.

Put that gun down!

Why don't you
pull the trigger?

In fact, I dare you.

Don't do it, please!Shut up! Shut up!

I got a clean shot, Hondo.

What are you
waiting for, huh?

If you want to
shoot me, shoot me!

Do it!

Shoot me!

Hold your fire!
I repeat, hold your fire!

Do not shoot!

Hondo, what are you doing?

HONDO:
There's a wire
running from Hill's

shotgun trigger finger
to Floyd.

It's wrapped around Floyd's
neck, under his shirt collar.

I see it.
Dead man's switch.

If we shoot Hill, that shotgun
goes off, and Floyd dies, too.

You're not gonna
pull the trigger?

Then we'll be on our way.

Move. Move. Move!

All 20-Squad, back off.

Everyone, back away.
Let him pass.

HONDO:
Deacon.DEACON: Got it.

Let him pass.
Let him pass!

All right, for your own safety,
back up.

Officers,
get the press out of here now!

[camera shutters clicking]

Hey, folks, do me a favor.
Clear this area, okay?

All right, the rest of 20-Squad
on me. Back to the Gurkha.

Deacon, I need you to engage
with Hill, keep him moving.

DEACON:
Roger that.

CHRIS: 24-David. 500 yards
until Hill is out of my range.

Stay on him as long
as you can, Chris.

If this goes sideways,
you take it.CHRIS: Roger.

All right, listen up.
Pincer maneuver's our best shot.

That's gonna be tough
out in the open.

If we can lure Hill
into a trap zone,

we can wrestle that gun away.

There's only a couple
inches of clearance

between that gun and Floyd.

If it goes off
as we try to grab it...

I know. That's why we got to
execute this thing perfectly.

Let's move.
20-David to Command.

What do you need, Hondo?

Some tactical GPS.

Copy.

Listen to the officers.
Just give us some room!

Step back. Put those cameras
down. Give us some space, okay?

[sirens blaring]It's all right.

[indistinct radio transmission]

They're here for you.
They're here for me.

They got to be here.
Don't worry about it.

[indistinct chatter]

Where you going, Fred?

HILL:
To see my son.

The world needs to see
where this bastard put Isaac.

You're going
to visit Isaac's grave?

Don't say his name.

You don't get
to say his name!

DEACON: All right.
I'm sorry. I understand.

Isaac's grave.

That's my fault. I'm sorry.

Hey, Fred.

My name's David.

I just want to see my son.

I know.

I just want
to see my son.

Okay. All right, let's...
Let's-let's go.

Isaac's buried at Monarch
Cemetery, less than a mile

to the northwest.

So, uh, you're headed
to Monarch, right?

He's buried at Monarch?

Hondo, there's a stretch at
Catalina Avenue that could work.

Two blocks ahead.
Sending it now.

[siren blaring]

DEACON:No, no. That's all right.
That's all right.

They're leaving.
They're leaving, see?

[siren retreating]Let's go.

All right, that's
our trap zone right there.

This is 20-David.

I need all available patrol
units to create a barricade

on westbound Catalina at Olive.

Deac, when you get
in that intersection,

have him head north.

CHRIS: If he turns off this
road, I'll lose sight of him.

We got no choice.
It's our best and only option.

Get us there, Luca.Got it.

[engine revving,
tires squealing]

DEACON:Hey, it's all right,
Fred. Look at me.

They're here because
that's a school right there.

You don't want kids
to see this, all right?

Let's-let's...
let's keep walking.

Move. Move!

[siren blaring]

Hey, hey, hey, hey!HILL:
Tell 'em back off!

DEACON:
All right, I will.

Tell 'em! Tell 'em!

Tell 'em!DEACON: Back off!

That's it. I told 'em.

HONDO:
This is 20-David.

We're in position.

DEACON:
Listen to me, Fred.

I got rid of them.
Why don't you let Dr. Floyd go?

You know what?
I'm getting really sick

of listening to you, man.

We wouldn't want it
to end like this.

Neither would Isaac.

[gunshot]

[groaning]

Go, go, go, go!

[grunting]

Luca! You got it?Got it.

Got it.

[groaning]Give me your hands.

[panting]

You all right?Yeah.

[Hill groaning]

HONDO:Get up!

[groans]

I'm sorry you lost your family.
I really am.

This is over now.

Come on.

[distant sirens,
helicopters whirring]

[sighs]

[panting]:
20-David.

We're code 4.

[sighs]

You all right?

[cell phone beeps, buzzes]

No, no.

[sighs]

Oh, man, you sure? I mean,
these things are always a blast.

I know. I know. I, uh...

I got to take care
of something at home.

And that has to come
before everything,

even SWAT.

All right.
Fair enough.

Knock 'em dead.

All right, let's get this thing
rolling, ladies and gentlemen!

I'm gonna be your host
in the SWAT Academy Talent Show!

[applause and cheering]STREET:
Boo!

We want Stevens!

Right, thanks, Street.
All right!Stevens!

Remember, this is
all in good fun.

Right? Yeah.[laughter]

Up first, we have--

oh, this
should be good--

Officer Tatum with
a hula-hooping routine!

[cheering, applause]

Yeah, let's go, bro.

[dance music playing]

♪ Ready, set, go, we don't stop
until we're done... ♪

Go for it, yeah,
yeah, yeah.

[whooping]

♪ From your feet
to your head... ♪

Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah.

What, what? Yeah.

♪ My ladies, gentlemen...

Nice one, nice one.

[whoops]
Nice one.

♪ Pick yourself up, drop it...

Hey.

Hey. Thought you had
that talent show thing.

I did, but, uh,
I got Luca to cover it.

I owe you an apology
for earlier.

I was frustrated,
but I-I never meant to imply

that you don't do
your part around here.

I couldn't ask
for a better partner.

I couldn't ask for
a better mother for our kids.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I was frustrated
with myself, too,

and I probably took
some of that out on you.

Eh, it happens.

Mm.

Annie, I know how much working
on this case means to you,

and I want to support that.

And I know that working SWAT
and private security is a lot.

So I'm gonna cut back
on my overtime hours.

Yeah, I mean,
it's time for me

to start doing my part
around here.

Do some errands,

take the kids wherever
it is you take them.

[chuckles]Do the laundry.

Whoa. Even the whites?

As long as you're okay
with them turning into pinks.

You don't have to do all that.

No, I know.

I want to.
Mm.

Well, the daily chores
are all done.

Ah. Darn.
[chuckles]

But I could use your eyes
on some inconsistencies

with these case files.Okay.

Game?
Lay it on me.

Okay.

All right, what do you got?

This is what I wanted you
to look at.

[indistinct announcement
over P.A.]

[chuckles]:
Oh, hey.

Jim?Yeah.

What are you doing here?

Well, uh, I made
the nurses promise

to call me
the moment you woke up.

You know visiting hours are over
for the night, right?

Well, this is official
police business.

And I don't remember it
stopping you

when our roles were reversed.

[laughs softly]Hey, um, I was
gonna bring you

a burrito from Norm's,
but the nurses,

they... they nixed that idea.

Oh...Liquids only.

[both chuckle]

Beer's a liquid.

Why didn't I think of that?

Hey, don't laugh, don't
laugh, don't laugh.

Are you feeling okay?

[exhales]:
Yeah, yeah.

[cheering, applause]

That routine's gonna be tough
to follow,

but I think our next performer's
up to it.

Let's hear it
for Officer Cabrera!

[cheering, applause]Here you go.

♪ When I wake up

♪ Well, I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man ♪

♪ Who wakes up next to you

Louder, for us old guys in back.

[scattered cheers, laughter]

♪ When I go out [feedback squeals]

♪ Yeah, I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man ♪

♪ Who goes along with you

♪ And when I get drunk

♪ Well, you know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man ♪

♪ Who gets drunk next to you

[cheering]♪ And when I haver

♪ Yeah, I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna be the man ♪

♪ Who's havering to you

♪ And I would walk 500 miles

♪ And I would walk 500 more

♪ Just to be the man who walks

♪ A thousand miles
to fall down at your door ♪

♪ Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da

♪ Da-da-da-da,
da-da-da-da, da. ♪

[cheering, applause]Yeah.

Officer Cabrera!Thank you.

Oh, you weren't
in the mood

for terrible karaoke,
either, huh?

[chuckles]

No, I get enough of that
whenever Rocker sings

in the locker room shower.

[laughs] Yeah.

I talked to Raymont Harris
today.

Do I want to know?I tried to convince him

to pull out of that
business deal, but...

...Saint already had
his hooks in the kid.

Well, Saint's got to need
legitimate businesses

to cover for his crimes.

You know, maybe Raymont's
will be one of them.

It's wishful thinking.
And I don't want to count on it.

Well, you could keep
insisting that he's dirty,

but it doesn't mean anything
until we have proof.

In the meantime,

you go messing with Raymont,
the media will have a field day.

"It wasn't enough
SWAT shot the kid?

They had to go after
his business, too?"

[chuckles]

Look, I know you want
to bring this guy down.

But until we get
something concrete,

maybe you should
let this one go.

You think I was
able to put cuffs

on every jackass
that deserved them?

You think Buck or Mumford did?

[chuckles]

Good guys don't always
get the "W" in the end.

And when I get
the proof we need?

Then come talk to me.

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