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Previously onSWAT... Wait
a minute, wait a minute.

What's this? Luca
back in the building.

So, counter terrorism
training went well?

Man, London SWAT killed it, man.

They're quick learners.
Maybe it's time

I sit down with Hicks
and finally start

the process to retire.

Won't you miss it though?

Yeah, of course.

But it's time for something

besides SWAT to take priority.

You've had my back
since day one.

It's time for me
to do that for you.

So you can you have
your chance to shine.

[alarm blaring]Whoa,
hey, hey. Stay down.

LUCA: LAPD! Stop!

KELLY: Luca!

Luca! Luca! Luca!

Help! Somebody help!

♪

DOCTOR 1: Another sponge, please.
DOCTOR 2: Yep. Putting in now.

DOCTOR 1: Here's the suction.
DOCTOR 2: Pressure's dropping.

Suction.[overlapping chatter]

DOCTOR 1: Cut it right there.
DOCTOR 2: Clear for removal.

DOCTOR 1: Got this one clipped.

[indistinct chatter]

Hondo?

Still nothing?

Almost four hours
Luca's been in that OR.

It's the waiting.

The hardest part, I know.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you for bringing this.

I don't even know the
last time anyone's eaten.

Well, you could
all use some food.

If only for the distraction.

Yeah.

Did you get a hold
of his parents?

They were in Seattle.

They managed to book the
first flight back, but...

It'll probably be
the worst three hours

on a plane they'll
ever experience.

[sighs][phone buzzes]

It's my mom.

Probably about Vivie.
Give me a second?

Mm.

NICHELLE: Hey, Mom.

Yeah.

Hey.

Hungry?

No, thanks.

TAN: How does this
happen to one of our own?

Again? Hey.

We ain't there yet.

Luca's fighting for
his life on that table.

We focus on that.

[indistinct P.A. announcements]

[elevator bell dings]

I was halfway to San
Diego when I heard.

How's he doing?

He's, uh, still in surgery,

so no word yet.

Do we know what happened?

Luca took Kelly to a
diner over on La Cienega.

As they were walking
to the restaurant,

three gunmen fled a
nearby jewelry store.

Robbery? Looks like it.

I don't know the details.

Detective Burrows has
RHD all over it, but...

Luca engaged the suspects,

but... he was outnumbered, so...

How many times was he shot?

Three. He's got one
center of chest.

[sighs]

He lost a lot of blood.

Paramedics couldn't find a
pulse for, like, two minutes.

[exhales]

There's a chance
he doesn't make it.

[exhales]

HICKS: Deac.

Figured you could use this.

Thanks.

Well, let's hope God
heard your prayer.

Ah.

I mostly just sat in silence.

Well, sitting in silence
in a hospital chapel,

that counts as
prayer in my book.

You know, it's strange.

This job forces you to
prepare for the worst,

every minute, every day,

and, yet, it's easy to forget

that the worst
can happen to you.

I just keep thinking about
Kelly witnessing this mess.

I mean, the poor girl
had Luca's blood all over

her clothes for Christ sake.

Her mom pick her up?

Left about a half hour ago.

Kid couldn't stop
crying, you know,

thinking it was her
fault. Begged to stay.

No, no. No, it's
best she went home.

Who knows how long this goes on?

Yeah.

Oh, by the way, I got
your text earlier.

Since we're gonna probably
be here for a while,

what'd you want to talk about?

I could use the distraction.

[chuckles]

No, it can wait.

Ah, all right.

[doctor clears throat]

Tan.

It was touch and go,

but Officer Luca held
strong and pulled through.

Luca's alive?

He's incredibly lucky.

One of the bullets missed his
heart by just three millimeters.

Any closer and we'd be having
a different conversation.

What's the prognosis?

Fortunately, none of the
bullets struck a major artery.

His right shoulder will require

some serious rehabilitation,

but the worst is behind him.

But with rehab,
he'll fully recover?

It'll be a long road,

but as long as he's patient

and diligent, I'm hopeful.

He's in recovery now.

Once we get him transferred

to a bed, you're
welcome to see him.

All right.

Thank you, Doc.Yeah.

I'm gonna call Annie,
fill her in. All right.

NICHELLE: Whew. Considering

how many bullets Luca took,

this is the best outcome.

I've never been sold on
the whole miracle thing,

but this feels pretty
damn close to one.

Yeah, it does. I'll find

Powell and Alfaro, tell
them the good news.

Okay.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

I'm sure this is bad timing.

Well, actually, we just got word

that Luca made it
out of surgery.

Oh, that's great. What's
the latest, Detective?

We were able to track down
the shooters' getaway car.

2009 silver Impala registered

to a 26-year-old
male, Omar Woodman.

Fits the witnesses'
physical description

of the driver. Get an address?

Koreatown, 200 block
of Serrano Avenue.

You send me everything
you got on this guy.

We're rolling out.

Whoa, whoa, h-hold on now.

Passions are high
right now, Hondo.

All right, nobody's
thinking straight.

Everyone's wound up,

not to mention exhausted.

I'm sending 60-Squad.

Respectfully,
Commander, hell no.

Luca just fought for his life on
that operating table. The least

we can do is nail the son of
a bitch who put him there.

This is a 20-Squad
job, ours only.

Please, don't you hand this off.

You give us a minute?

This is personal.

But we're not out for
blood, you get me?

Keep it clean, and
keep it focused.

No maverick crap that gets
us caught up with IAD,

or worse, get this
guy kicked free

if we screw up the arrest.

You have my word.

Yo, man, call me back.

That dude y'all shot was a cop.

It's all over the news.
I'm freaking out here.

LAPD!

Show me your hands! Do it now!

Don't even think about it!

30-David, we got a rabbit
heading to the two side.

Freeze right there!

Drop the knife!

Get those hands in the air!

HONDO: It's over.
You're screwed, Omar.

You heard him, so
drop the weapon!

What, so you can waste me

just like you think
I wasted that cop?

No, man, I ain't stupid.

Hey.

That officer you shot?

He didn't die.

That's right, he's not dead,

which means nobody's dead.

And only you have the
power to keep it that way.

So what do you say?

Drop the knife.

[electricity buzzing][grunts]

DEACON: One suspect down.

POWELL [over radio]: Roger.

Rest of the house is clear.

No sign of his partners.

Get up! Get up!

Ow, man!

What'd you do to me?

I need a doctor,
like, right now.

And the cop you left
bleeding on a sidewalk.

You don't think he
needed a doctor?

I didn't know
nothing about that.

You got one chance, so your
dumb ass better listen up!

The cop your lowlife
buddies sprayed

three bullets into
was one of our own.

The hell's that
got to do with me?

Drop the act and start talking.

You can start by who and
where your buddies are.

You kidding me?

You know what they'll do
to me if I give them up.

Nah, man.

I ain't telling you
jackasses nothing.

Get him out of here.
Get him out of here!

Let's go.

He's more afraid of
them than he is of us.

Deacon, we still got three
suspects in the wind,

including Luca's shooter.

Which means we're gonna
turn this city inside

and out until we find them,
and we will find them.

♪

BURROWS: Your boys
shot a cop, Omar.

I told you I didn't
shoot nobody.

Especially no damn cop.

HICKS: So you've been saying,
but you've given us jack-all

to support your
so-called innocence.

BURROWS: Omar, if it was
one of them in that seat,

do you think they'd protect you?

I'm done conversating
with you ass clowns.

I know my bills of right.

HICKS: Three weeks
and my disdain

for this junkie hasn't
softened one bit.

Even got less love for
these three bastards.

How am I gonna look
Luca in the eye

when we still got
nothing on them?

Hey, it's just a matter of time,

Commander, you know that.

Right now, these
guys are laying low,

knowing how much heat is on them

for shooting a cop,
but sooner or later,

they will surface.
I hope you're right.

All these pieces
combined don't add up

to a fraction of what
that necklace is worth.

These smash-and-grab thugs
got lucky to stumble onto it.

LAPD's got eyes
on every pawn shop

and every fence in the county.

Still no sign of it.

Well, there's no way
a $5 million necklace

changes hands quietly.

Which means they're still
sitting on it. That thing's

got to be burning a hole
in their pocket. Trust me,

they'll mess up. When
they do, we'll get them.

BURROWS: Got some good news.

I guess three weeks in county

has given Omar some
second thoughts.

Oh, don't tell me,
he wants to talk?

Reached out to his
lawyer last night,

looking to make a deal.

Finally ready to rat out
Luca's shooters, I hope.

With any luck, D.A. will be

sitting down with him
by the end of day.

Hey, how's Luca doing?

He's good. He's actually
supposed to stop by today.

He's still a ways
from active duty,

but today will be his
day first back here.

And now we've got some
good news to throw his way.

Thanks, Detective.

Hey, boss, yo.

Hell yeah.

There he is, the man
himself in the flesh.

Welcome back, brother.

You know, not quite yet,

but damn if it doesn't feel good

to be back in this building.

I can't tell you what it
means to see you here again.

This place ain't the
same without you.

I can't believe how close I came

to actually never stepping
foot in here again.

I ain't gonna lie, Luca,

I had a few nights where
I thought the same thing.

TAN: I live with this guy,

and even though he's
home, alive and well,

it still shakes me up when
I think about that day.

Well, it was you guys that
helped me pull through it.

I mean, call me crazy,

but I don't think I would've
made it off that operating table

had you not all been
there. HONDO: No way, man.

That was all you, Luca.

You fought for your
life and you won

because you're a fighter,
through and through.

You always have been.

Now,

seeing as you are
a fighter and all,

I don't know, I was
kind of thinking

we might have an arm wrestling
rematch right about now.

Oh, yeah, arm wrestling. It
might be my time to get you.

Just wait, man. I've been,

I've been putting in
the work, doing the P.T.

Soon enough, I'll
be back in action,

kicking all your asses.

No doubt, no doubt.
But, hey, real talk,

docs give you any idea when
you can get back on duty?

Supposed to get the
MRI results back today.

Hopefully, tell me when I'll get
full strength back in this arm.

Yeah. Won't be soon enough.

Luca, just know

how much we all appreciate you.

Thanks, Hondo. HONDO: All right.

All right, go catch
up with your fans.

You're all they've been
talking about for three weeks.

[cheering]

[cheering continues]

What's up, Commander?

Got word from Burrows

Omar Woodman reached out to his
attorney wanting to cut a deal.

That's excellent news.

HICKS: Well, it
was excellent news.

Omar was just found
stabbed to death in jail.

TORRES: Inmate Woodman

failed to return to his cell for
headcount after morning mess.

C.O.'s went looking for him.
Found him in the showers.

DEACON: And you're
fairly certain

it was this Rick Fontana that
killed him? Fully certain.

Fontana was still stabbing
Omar when they found them.

Took three C.O.'s to
subdue the son of a bitch.

Was there a beef
between Omar and Fontana

that you know of? No.

Fontana's a third striker,

already looking at
life, nothing to lose.

Might be Omar just
looked at him wrong.

Right in here.[door buzzes]

Warden's boys already got
a confession out of me.

What more you want?

A pinky swear?

All right, pinky
swear, I did it.

Rick, we already
know you killed Omar,

for which you're clearly
not harboring much guilt.

We're more interested in why.

Who put you up to
it? FONTANA: No one.

Omar ran up an IOU, and he
didn't come through on it.

And that's a sure
way to get yourself

a scarlet letter around here.

TAN: Your story's a crock.

You killed him because
someone told you to.

I don't take orders from anyone.

Last night, Omar
called his lawyer.

He was ready to
rat out his crew.

This morning, he's dead.

That's-that's no coincidence.

Someone on the outside
put you up to it,

so I'll ask again, who?

You got a younger
brother. Joey, right?

TAN: Heard he just opened
his own restaurant.

DEACON: Big change
from six years ago.

Three DUIs, couple bar brawls,

a hit-and-run.

That's not who Joey is anymore.

He's a good kid.

Except for the part
where he's running

an illegal gambling den in
the back of his restaurant.

What gambling den?

It's a couple of
guys playing cards.

He's turned his life
around, all right?

His family and that restaurant
are his entire world.

Well, then it would
be a real shame

if he were to lose all that

because his big brother
isn't willing to play ball.

FONTANA: All right.

I'll tell you.

But you stay the hell
away from my brother.

Pinky swear.

Now talk.

My girl, Devon,

asked me to do it.

Someone, I don't know who,

promised her a big payday.

She's got a son
with special needs,

and she makes jack
where she works,

so I thought, if I
could do this one thing

for her and her kid,

then why not?

And where can we find Devon?

[speaking foreign language]

How you doing?

Doughnut shop's half
a block that way.

Come on, that's a lazy
insult, even for a bouncer.

Yeah, well, you being here isn't
exactly a magnet for business.

So maybe go somewhere else
to get your rocks off today.

POWELL: We're going nowhere,

not until we talk to one
of your dancers, Devon.

Goes by the stage
name Starla.Ah.

What is this about?

In case the uniform and the
badge didn't tip you off,

it's a police matter.

We're going inside.

If you put a finger on us,

I'll have you in cuffs
for assaulting an officer.

Do you really want
to go that route?

Didn't think so.

[rap music
playing][overlapping chatter]

DJ [over P.A.]: Okay, Fantastic
Jasmine, ladies and gentlemen.

Jasmine's available for
lap dances in the back.

Talk to her about it.

Which one's Starla?

Follow me.

Simple ask would've
been cheaper.

Oh, cheaper is a sure way not
to make friends around here.

[music continues faintly]

Devon Bailey? We'd like
to ask some questions

about your boyfriend,
Rick Fontana.

Is that what he
still calls himself?

In his dreams, maybe.

You two broke up?

Yeah.

Right after the last
time he got arrested.

Haven't talked to him.

[sighs] Now

if you'll excuse me,

it's the start of my
shift, and, as you saw,

it's slow going out there.

Oh, it's hardly
going slow for you.

You're what they call
an O.G. stripper.

I bet you have two regulars
waiting for you right now.

Normally, I'd mean
that as a compliment.

Right now, I mean it
to out you as a liar.

Okay. You got me.

Very rare I have a slow day.

But I got nothing to
do with Rick Fontana.

That's weird because, according
to Rick, you called him.

Told him someone
offered you ten grand

to get him to kill an inmate
by the name of Omar Woodman.

That conversation ring a bell?

[Devon scoffs]

Is that what you have on me?

The lies of a third-strike loser

rotting in jail for the
rest of his life? [Chuckles]

Look,

I know I'm no angel,

but my word against
his in a courtroom?

I'll take those
odds all day long.

In other words, I'm done
answering your questions.

Nice ring.

Where'd you get it?

It was a gift.

It's stolen property.

Ties you to a robbery that
resulted in a cop getting shot.

We don't need Rick's
testimony anymore.

We got everything we
need to lock her up

right there on her finger.

Devon,

that means that you will
be separated from your son

for a very long time,

and I'm sure he needs you.

I was just the middleman, okay?

One call to Rick, that was it.

Who asked you to make the call?

Who wanted Omar dead?

Rocco.

Uh, who's Rocco?

Guy who works the front door.

[door opens]

LAPD. Stop the car!

Gun, gun, gun, gun!

28-David, shots fired

on the 300 block of
Ventura Boulevard.

White male suspect,
headed eastbound.

Forget it, Powell.

He slashed our tire.

Hey, we get anything yet
on the strip club bouncer?

We got a BOLO out. My
guys checked his LKA.

So far, no sign of
him. That doesn't mean

we're not putting the pieces
together, though, Hondo.

Garland's got a long
history of theft crimes.

HONDO: Jerry Ramos
and Hank David.

We think those are the
other two guys involved?

Well, after Garland got
busted for his last stickup,

he spent some time in
Corcoran with these two.

They match the general
descriptions of Luca's shooters.

Any recent contact?

TAN: We pulled Garland's cell
phone records. Over the past year,

he's had contact
with both of them,

but last couple months, nothing.

They probably switched to
burners. LUCA: That's him.

That's the guy who shot me.

HONDO: Hank David. You're sure?

LUCA: Dude was masked,
but those eyes...

Thought it was the last
thing I was ever gonna see.

I'll never forget 'em.

What about this other guy?
He jog your memory? No.

I-I never really saw him.

TAN: Hank David was
cellmates with Jerry Ramos.

They have a long
history together.

All right, then I'm going
with these three as our guys.

I'll put RHD on it right away.

We'll dig up everything
we can on Ramos and David.

HONDO: All right, let's look into
jobs worked, prison call logs,

last known addresses,

anything that can pinpoint
their whereabouts.

Hey, we will get these guys.

TAN: Hey.

You okay?

If I'm being
honest, no, I'm not.

Luca, we're getting closer
to nailing these guys.

Yeah, I know. It's not that.

I feel useless, man.

I'm on the sidelines over here

while you guys are out there
hunting these guys down,

doing my dirty work.

This is 20-Squad's job.

They hurt you, they
hurt all of us.

And you're not gonna be
on the sidelines for long,

but first things first,
man, you got to heal up.

Just be patient with yourself.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah. Close the door.

A few weeks ago, you
said you needed to talk.

Yeah, yeah, but then I, uh,

I decided to put that on hold.

[sighs] It's actually kind
of complicated, Commander.

I don't suppose it'd have
anything to do with retirement?

FPP sent over your
forms as part of, uh,

confirming eligibility to
start pension calculations.

What's going on, Deac?

Well, me and Annie, we're,
uh, we're not doing so good.

When she landed at the
public defender's office,

we agreed to juggle
both our jobs.

Only, it's-it's not working.

Hmm.

Little time for the
kids, even less for us.

Family's paramount, Deacon.

In the end, it's

the secret sauce to any
of this making sense.

You need to protect it.

So

As much as it pains me.

I respect your decision.

Thing is,

I made this decision
before Luca got shot.

And now... [scoffs]

[sighs] I don't know what to do.

So until I do,

I prefer to keep
this between us.

All right.

Uh, Deacon. Yeah?

But don't drag it out.

Otherwise you put your
marriage on the line,

and you lose your squad's
trust in the process.

LUCA: Hey, Deac.

Hey. What's up, bud?

Heard you had quite the
homecoming this morning.

I'm sorry I wasn't
there. No, it's all good.

I didn't want a
big to-do, but...

Hey, it is a big to-do.
We've missed you.

And I'm sorry Annie
and I haven't been by.

We've just been trying to
get our new routine down.

You guys got a full house.
I get it, man. Trust me.

All the food you guys sent
over... Man, I feel the love.

How are you and
Annie and the kids?

Everything okay?
Yeah, you know, busy,

but-but we're good. Thanks
for asking.[phone buzzes]

Oh, it's my doc. MRI results.

I've been waiting on this call.

Hello?

Yeah.

Okay.

TAN: Deac, hey.

Might have a lead on
one of the robbery crew,

Jerry Ramos. I just talked
to an ex-girlfriend.

She said Ramos always had money
problems, would constantly hide

from people he owed cash to.

The ex-girlfriend say where?

An aunt's house in Tujunga,
and I talked to Burrows.

RHD traced him to
the same address.

Seems he gets mail there.

All right, let's
get to that house.

[groaning]

You got a minute?

I heard you got a
call from your doctor.

MRI results?

Deacon got the impression
it wasn't good news.

He's concerned, as am I.

Doc said that my hand and arm

won't move the same ever again.

Even with rigorous P.T.,

there's no chance
things will improve?

No. Doc thought that the
nerve would regenerate,

but it's not happening.

The damage is permanent.

Oh, geez.

Yeah, here I was acting
all sure of myself,

thinking, "You know, son of a
bitch just shot me three times,

and they still didn't kill me."

Mm.

Turns out, the joke was on me.

Then the joke was
on all of us, Luca.

I mean, between your
relentless drive

and your commitment to SWAT

and this squad's faith in you,

we were all convinced
you were coming back.

Yet here we are.

Here we are.

SWAT's my whole life, Commander.

I mean, I always saw myself
as one of those old guys

they'd have to
push out the door.

The truth is,

I've never thought about
my life beyond SWAT.

Luca, you... you

you've got all the knowledge
and expertise of a veteran cop,

but you're still young enough
to do good work for LAPD.

You'd have a lot to offer if
you took a supervisory position.

Now, true, you wouldn't
be in the field anymore,

and I get that,

but you'd still be
making a difference.

Say the word.

I'll make it happen.

I appreciate the
offer, Commander.

I mean, I do.

I guess I'm just gonna need
some time to think about it.

Hmm. All right.Okay.

Fair enough. All right.

You know where to find me.

Yep. Okay.

[door opens][sighs]

HONDO: LAPD. We got a warrant!

DEACON: Give me two.

[indistinct chatter over TV]

Hands! Let me see your
hands! Get up. Don't move.

What the hell is this?
HONDO: Martha Ramos?

We're looking for your
nephew Jerry. Where is he?

I don't know.

Somewhere around here maybe.

Hondo, house is clear.

Moving to the three side.

Clearing the backyard now.

Our intel might be wrong.

[sighs] Pause on that, Hondo.

Think we found Jerry Ramos.

Face is battered. Looks like
some of his fingers are broken.

So he was tortured
before he was killed.

Which means whoever did it
wanted something from him,

and they wanted it bad.

My money's on that
$5 million necklace.

They know we're on to 'em, so
there's no more laying low.

They need to make a move.

Word on Jerry Ramos is he
always had big money problems.

Maybe he planned to
make his own move,

keep that necklace for himself.

HONDO: All right,
Tan, get the unis

and the coroner here.

Deac, you and I will
talk to Jerry's aunt,

find out what she
heard, what she saw.

MARTHA: I should've
figured something

like this would happen.

Jerry was always running
with the wrong people.

Mrs. Ramos, do you have any
idea who was here today?

Did you see anyone come through?

Did your nephew mention
anyone he was expecting?

No. He didn't say anything.

Oh, but earlier,

I was in my room,
and I heard voices.

I peeked, and I got

a quick glance at
two guys with Jerry.

They were walking
towards the garage.

That's where Jerry stayed.

Are these the men you saw?

That's them. Th-That one

on the top, I-I met him before.

Uh, his

his name is Rocco.

[chuckles] This douche bag

sure made himself
comfortable here.

Hey.

Look.

Some singles for your next
visit to the strip club.

[chuckles] Is that a joke?

I don't know. Seemed like

you knew your way around
that place a little too well.

You, like, a regular or what?

What if I was?

Is that a problem for you?

I'm just surprised, is all.

Getting to know each
other like we've been,

you didn't strike
me as that guy.

This looks like where
they tortured him.

POWELL: Guess it was easier

than searching the
hoarder's paradise

that is this whole place.

Burner phone.

Do you know anything
about this necklace?

Anything at all.
Did-did Jerry ever

show it to you or say
anything about it?

I never saw it and he
never said anything.

Look, are-are we done?

Okay, just one last question.

Did Jerry ever say anything
about leaving town?

Jerry always talked
about picking up

and moving to new places,

but he was pretty much

holed up here from
the time he showed up.

He only left the house once.

And where did he go?

The Beverly Palm Hotel.

It's where my
daughter Kristy works.

All right, I'm here,
Hondo. What do we got?

HONDO [over radio]: Commander,
we're headed back to HQ,

but we found a burner phone
Jerry Ramos was using.

We need a trace.

Sir, I just texted
you the number.

[phone chimes]Tracing it now.

What did we get out
of Martha Ramos?

She ID'd Hank David
and Rocco Garland.

Confirmed they were at
her house earlier today.

Jerry Ramos had
been tortured, so

we're thinking he was planning
on screwing the other two

by getting away
with that necklace.

TAN: That's definitely in line
with what we know about Ramos.

He's got a history of
not paying back debts.

Also explains why the
other two wanted him dead.

Clear motive.

Once David and Garland
have the necklace,

they're not sticking around.

All right, getting
trace results.

All incoming and outgoing calls

from the burner trace to two

unknown numbers, likely
Garland and David,

but there's a third,

Kristy Ramos's
cell. Last contact

was about two hours ago.

That's about the same time
that David and Garland

would be arriving at
the Tujunga house.

What if Jerry Ramos had his
cousin hide the necklace?

Innocent third party that his
buddies would never suspect.

That's probably their next stop.

Tan, reroute us to the
Beverly Palm Hotel.

Get us there yesterday.

Roger that. I'm on it!

[gunshot]

[banging on door]

25-David, we're making our
way up the west stairwell.

Copy. We're on the east
side, nearing the top floor.

[grunts]

[grunts]

Hand it over.

DEACON: LAPD!

HONDO: You know the deal.

Gun on the ground,
hands in the air.

[screams]

[crying]

DEACON: 30-David,
we got two runners

on the top floor, heading north.

DEACON: Hondo, I got this.

Get Hank David.

[shrieks]

POWELL: LAPD! Stop right there!

[gunfire]

[gunshots]

[explosion]

Police! On the ground!

POWELL: Get on the
ground! Don't move!

Give me your hands!

25-David. One
suspect in custody.

♪

LAPD! Stop right there!

[gunfire]

[clicks empty]

You're either leaving
here handcuffed

in the back of a cruiser,

or in a body bag.

The choice is up to you!

Hands! Let me see your hands!

Turn around! I
said, turn around!

Back up to me slowly.

Now down on your knees.
I said, on your knees!

[grunting]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[grunting]

You shot the wrong cop that day.

[grunts]

20-David. Suspect in custody.

Code 4 all around.

[panting]

Well, Hank David and Rocco
Garland are locked up tight.

I got a feeling they'll be
headed back up to Corcoran

until their dying days.

You guys did
outstanding work today.

You should be proud.

I've been trying to
get a hold of Luca.

I wanted to give
him the good news,

but he's not answering
my calls or texts.

Luca got some bad news today.

It's bad news for all of
us, and I don't know how

to put it, so I'll just say it.

His SWAT days are over.

The call earlier? Mm-hmm.

But he-he's been
working so hard.

All the P.T. He's
done everything right.

HICKS: He has,

but in this case, it
just wasn't enough.

The nerve damage in his
shoulder is permanent.

[Tan sighs]

[Tan sighs heavily]

What the hell is he going to do?

One thing's for certain.

This squad is never
gonna be the same.

No.

Hey, hold up.

I just want to make
sure we're cool

about the whole strip
club thing. [Sighs]

What you do in your free
time is your own business.

Oh, you really want
to press this, huh?

I promise you, you're
only gonna feel worse.

What? I'm not judging, I swear.

But you got me all wrong.
Look, I got a whole lot of love

and respect for women
in those places,

but it's not 'cause
I'm a regular.

Look, my mom had me young,

and things were rough.

We were on the verge

of living out of our car, but...

God. Your mom danced.

You're right. I feel even worse.

Look, it was only
for a short while.

I was little.

Couldn't afford a sitter,
so, I'd go with her.

I'd hang out in
the dressing room

while the women would
all look after me.

That must've been so strange.

I don't know.

I was only five or
six at the time.

All just seemed kind of normal,

except they treated
me like a king.

Yeah. Well, I still
have to say it.

I'm sorry, you know,
for coming off judgy.

Nah, it's all good.

We're good.

And I'd be down to
grab a drink with you

at one of those clubs some time.

Right, yeah. That's
not gonna happen.

[waves crashing]

[seabirds screeching]

Your favorite surf break.

I figured I'd find you here.

So many days, I-I come here
and stare at the water.

Somehow, it tells me
everything is as it should be.

But not today.

You know, my whole life,
almost since I was born,

SWAT's been part of me.

I'm third generation.

SWAT's...

all I've ever known.

It's all I ever wanted.

Now, for the first
time in my life

it isn't part of my future.

It still could be.
What? The Hicks offer?

No, man.

I would kill myself
if I had to sit in HQ

and watch as the rest of you
were out there doing your thing.

I mean, being behind
the wheel of Black Betty

being out there in the
field with you and Deacon

and everybody else

that was always my happy place.

It's what I live for every day.

I'm just...

I'm just not ready.

I mean, I don't
want to say goodbye.

And the worst part is, is that

I feel like I'm
letting everyone down.

No way, man.

You ain't letting nobody down.

That ain't even in you.

You've given everything
you got to this job.

And I know you would
give more if you could.

So what's next?

Oh, man, there's a
whole world out there.

I don't know. I think
having my daughter Vivienne

has given me a
different outlook on

a higher power or whatever
you want to call it.

I just think that somewhere

way past where that
sea meets the sky

someone or something
is trying to tell you

this is your moment.

[chuckles] Whether its chasing
surf breaks all over the world

finding someone special,

or just discovering
something brand-new.

Luca, you got an
opportunity to walk away

while you're still young enough

to find a whole new happiness.

Maybe one even greater than
what SWAT can bring you.

That's a pretty high bar.

You know, all these years

being part of 20-Squad.

I can't even tell you
what it's meant to me.

I mean, we've been
through so much together

as a team.

You are one of the most
honorable men I've ever known.

You are loyal

someone I've trusted
with my life,

no hesitation.

You remember this.

Badge or no badge

you will always be one of us.

That's how family works.

I'm gonna miss you
the most, brother.

♪

HICKS: Officer Dominique Luca,

your legacy spans
three generations,

starting with your grandfather,

who was also a mentor of mine,

your father Carl,

who I had the honor
of serving with.

And now you, Dominique.

You have forever

left your mark on LAPD SWAT.

The very warmest

congratulations on
your retirement.

And we wish you the best.

Thank you, brother.
I'll miss you, buddy.

Dispatch to 22-David.

It is with enormous pride

that today, at 1630 hours,

I, your team leader
and your brother,

deliver your last radio call.

22-David,

you have safely reached
the end of your watch.

It's been my honor,

and my privilege.

10-7,

over and out.

Present

arms!

Order

arms!

[whistling]

♪

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