All language subtitles for S.W.A.T. (SWAT) S02E17 Jack 1080p 5.1 - 2.0 x264 Phun Psyz

Previously onSWAT... STREET I'm a cop.

Now, you can watch me die,

or you can help me
get us out of here.

He's just a scared kid.

He had nothing to do
with any of this.

I owe you one, buddy.

I saw another approval form for
a moonlighting gig on my desk.

Yeah, I'm just trying to bank

some extra cash
before the baby comes.

There's "I'm about
to have a kid" moonlighting,

and then there's "I'm about
to lose the house" moonlighting.

Which is it?

I need a loan, right now,
off the books.

I just told you
I'm above board now.$11,000

is all I need. I'll be back
on my feet in a month,

and you'll have it all back
with interest.

You okay?

You okay? I can't move.

I talked to my son.

He ain't going to college.

Hell, he ain't gonna
finish high school.

I'm gonna keep checking in
on you,

but this ain't
got to be your life.

Don't it?

Help!

Hold still!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Some of these wounds
went pretty deep.

Came close to lacerating
a kidney, but Darryl got lucky.

Officer Greer to infirmary.

Officer Greer to the infirmary.

Doc,

I've been keeping tabs on him,

and I know he got
attacked once before. Not as bad as this.

I don't like the direction
things are headed.

Thank you.

What happened?

Not as tough
as you thought you were?

Or are the cats here in juvie
just a little tougher?

How does it feel
to almost die today, big man?

You tell your pops about this?

He called me last week
from lockup.

He said I need to man up,
assert my dominance.

That's one choice, Darryl.

What do you want?

I-I knew it wasn't gonna
be easy in here,

but I didn't know
it's gonna be like this.

Boy, look at me.

Look at me.

If you are really ready
to make a change,

if you are truly ready
to put in some work,

I might be able to help you.

How?

You getting attacked like this,

I might be able to help you get
approved for an early release,

but I'd have to pull
custodial papers

and get ahold of your mom.

Sh-She won't go for it.

You don't know that.

You don't know my mom. I'll get
to know her, Darryl.

But before I do anything,
you got a choice to make.

If I get you out, you got
to commit to living right.

That means no more
gangs, Darryl.

No more drinking, no more drugs,

and you ain't gonna surround
yourself with nobody trying

to break the law.
Do you understand me?

What's it gonna be, man?

Are you ready to turn your back
on all this noise

and go down a different road
than your daddy?

Yeah, I know, that's
the one that I beat.

No, you didn't.Hey, you're here early.

Yeah, I didn't think desk
jockeys started for a few hours.

Hey, get this You know how

the doctor said it would
take ten weeks for my back

to heal enough to get
to 90% mobility?

Yeah. You swore you'd hit it
in six, right?

Did it in three. Therapist
ran a battery of tests,

I scored at or above
all the requirements.

Wow. Congrats, man. Nice, bro.

You know, the way
you saved those people,

rumor is you're being
considered for the Police Star.

Yeah, well,
rumors are just that.

Hey, why not just
play it safe, man?

Spend time with Annie
and the kids. You know,

enjoy being a nine-to-fiver
while you can.

At least for another month.

You can't collect OT

until they put you
back out in the field.

That's why you're trying to push
yourself, to pay me back?

No, no. I'm-I'm doing what I can
to help my team, help the city.

Trust me, I'm fine.

Okay.

All right? I'm gonna go
spread the good news.

I'm ready to get back out there.

Today.

Full recovery takes ten weeks.

Well, the therapist
sees no issue

with me returning to the field,

and department standards
say that eligibility

requires 90% mobility.
I'm there.

90 isn't 100, and SWAT isn't
just a job in any department.

She can offer her
recommendation,

but this is my call.

If it takes ten weeks
to recover, then that's

what's required and that's
what I want for you.

Please.

How can I prove I'm ready?

You can take seven more weeks
of desk duty.

I'm sorry, Deac, but that's
the only way we can be sure.

Honey, he says
he can't wait to see you.

Your father's new car was
dropped off this morning.

I am sure the other girls

are gonna spend spring break
with their parents.

Gary, who's behind us?

Probably just got
the wrong house.

Sir? This is private property.

You need to go back... Down on the ground.

Down on the ground right now.
Okay, okay, I'm doing it.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.Okay. Sharon!

Men with guns are here.
Call for help.

Get off the phone.
Get out of the car.Okay. Okay.

I'm getting out... I'm getting
out, I'm getting out.

I'm getting out. Yeah, get out, get
over here, over here.

Get on the ground. Get down,
Mom, right on the ground,

next to him. Come on.Okay.

Wallet's in my back pocket.
Please don't hurt us.

Shut up. I'm telling you,
shut up. Finished?

Almost.

Location services disabled.

All right, we're good. Let's go!

Let's move.

Get up!

No! Sharon!

Stay down. Drop the weapon!

Luca said you wanted to see me?

Carjacking spree
going down as we speak.

Four separate incidents.

Six injured,
security guard in a coma.

Two-man team behind it,
armed and at large.

Latest target, Aston Martin,
Hidden Hills.

Owner just took
delivery this morning.

You worked that undercover

street racing gig, got to know

all the big boys in
black market auto.

You ever run across a player

this aggressive? No. I've never heard

or four violent carjackings
in this short a time.

Another car was reported stolen
at gunpoint from a garage.

Everyone knows
Kathleen Schumacher

from Auto Theft Task Force?

Detective. Your team
suspects this is the work

of the same two-man crew?

Too early to tell. We usually
investigate bump-and-robs,

bust chop shops,
but this is different.

How's that?

A McLaren 650 carjacked
from a Calabasas intersection,

driver shot.

Maserati stolen from a Westwood
gym, driver hospitalized.

An Audi R8 lifted
from Beverly Hills,

a Porsche wrestled
from a Santa Monica valet,

the Aston Martin
in Hidden Hills.

This is all
in the past four hours.

We can't say these
guys aren't picky.

Those are all sick rides.

Yeah, and brand spankin' new.

My team is scrambling.

Carjackings are normally
crimes of opportunity.

No way this isn't coordinated,
but what's their plan?

Hijack a fleet
of luxury vehicles

and sell 'em for parts?

That's the operating theory.

It's a lot of risk
for limited reward. HONDO Street,

you got any idea who could be
trading black market parts

for cars like this?

No clue, but they'd
have to be a crew

that knows their way around
some top-of-the-line technology.

Hey. Elderly woman was
just pistol-whipped

out of her brand-new
Mercedes S-Class in Bel Air.

Two attackers, same
M.O. as the rest.

I got the car's GPS signature
from the manufacturer

before the carjackers
took it off-line.

So the satellite tracks the cars
for about a half a mile,

and then the GPS goes dark,
just like the others.

There's no way to track them.
They could be anywhere by now.

No, hold up, hold up.
You see the trajectory

of these three cars
before the signal drops?

They're all headed due east.
Yeah, but these three

are moving
the opposite direction,

right to the 10 freeway.

These vehicles are headed
for East L.A.

That's a huge area to cover.

That's a good place to start.

Detective, can your team
work backward,

track each car's
point of origin?

Of course. All right, what's the
word on Highway Patrol?

BOLOs on every vehicle.
We got three birds in the sky.

All right, we got to get out
there. Now, they work quick,

so it's not gonna be easy
to get ahead of 'em.

We stay near freeway entrances,
every major intersection,

be ready to pounce.
Let's move. Yeah.

Street, there is no way

this outfit isn't tapped
into the auto world somehow.

Is there anyone you can talk to?

Anyone that might
know something?

What's up, Whip? What's up, Street?

How you doing? Good.

Wow, love this bike.

Yeah. She's gonna be
a beaut when she's finished.

Hey, thanks for hooking me up
with the Parking Division.

I really appreciate that. Yeah, man.

How'd the interview go? You know,
haven't heard back yet.

Well, maybe you should
try taking the year

you spent in prison
off your résumé.

Yeah, I hadn't
really thought about that.

It's kind of been my icebreaker,
so I might keep it.

I got pretty pent up after
three months on house arrest.

Other than you and my brother,
no one really stopped by

to see me.

But I got the monitor off my
ankle, so things are looking up.

You know, a better hacker

would have had that thing
disabled in no time.

Come on, man.
You know I could hack

that thing in my sleep,
but, you know...

So, are you on duty or what?
Yeah, come here.

Seen the news yet?

These are the cars
getting lifted? Yeah.

Man.

The McLaren
and the Maserati alone

will net you a few hundred Gs,
but six cars like that?

That haul is gonna be
over two mil.

Any thoughts
on who's responsible? Nope.

I'm about as far out of the loop
as you can get now.

Let me see that.

They know which cars they want.

They're targeting
specific models?

Specific vehicles.
See, cars like these

are installed
with the most secure

GPS systems on the market.

It's, like, totally unique
anti-theft codes to override.

So, to get them off-line
that fast,

you'd need someone
inside the car jamming the GPS

at the same time as the car's
signal drops from the satellite.

They have someone
hacking satellites?-

I mean, who's capable
of even pulling that off?

You mean besides me? Um...

Eric Ross in Torrance.

A guy named Diesel at that,

auto body shop on Franklin, and,

Gus Novak, but I have no idea
where he landed after prison.

All right, all right,
thank... I'll let you know

how it shakes out. Hey, Street, hold up.

Listen, I... I know you think
that you owe me one,

but you really don't.

Okay? I was in
a tough spot, too.

You helped me just as much
as I helped you,

so we're good.

I know.

That's why we're friends.

You must be Darryl's mom.

Justine.

You're Hondo.

Used to hear about
you from my ex.

You still check in on Leroy?

I drop in during visiting hours
now and again.

You said, Darryl
needed something?

Listen, I didn't want to alarm
you over the phone,

but Darryl got stabbed

in juvenile detention
earlier today. My son got hurt?

He's expected
to recover just fine.

Do you think that we
could speak in private?

This way.

Maybe I wasn't the best mom,

but you try raising a child

with someone like Leroy
as an example.

And last I heard,

Darryl wasn't getting out
of juvie till he was 17.

The judge I spoke to

is willing to release him early
into your custody.

Well... I don't think
that'd be a good idea,

for either of us.

Me chirping in Darryl's ear
only sets him off,

sends him out
searching for trouble,

and I don't want that
in my home no more.

Got too much Leroy in him.

Darryl doesn't have to end up
like his father.

Deep down,

there's still
a good kid in there.

He was so sweet
when he was small.

Scared of his own shadow.

But...

but between Leroy and the
all-stars I was bringing around,

Darryl saw lots of men
acting up.

Started acting up himself.

And once that started,
I couldn't control it.

See, Darryl's never really saw
what it means to be a man,

not a real man.

And I-I partly blame
myself for that.

But now Darryl is grown.

He made his own choices,
same as his father.

If you had seen him today,

you'd recognize that he's still
just a scared little boy.

Darryl wants to change.

He just needs you to
take a chance on him.

You're still his mother.

Why are you
spending time on this?

Because I want to see
Darryl make it.

And, what, the court just gonna
let me take him back?

Just like that?

Those are custodial papers.

All you have to do is sign.

The court needs to know
you'll take him in.

Just take some time
and think about it.

And then you let me know
what you decide.

Well, you seem fine to me.

You're not so injured
you can't pay back

the money you borrowed from me.

No, my boss is just
being overly cautious.

Once I get back in the field,
I can, I can collect overtime.

My paychecks will be bigger,

I can get an advance
on the first few,

and cover what I owe
you, every cent.

The deadline was
the end of the month.

That came and went.
I've been more than patient.

And I'm grateful. I-I just...

I wasn't expecting ten weeks
of base salary with no OT.

So you're not here
to pay me back?

To pay off anything?

I didn't even want to lend you
that money, but you insisted.

What was I gonna do,
say "Screw you" to a cop?

So you could come in here

with your pals and jam me
on some BS parole violation?

You made me give you that cash,

and now you're not
gonna pay it back?

How is that any different
than robbing me?

No, I'm not... I...

I just... I'm asking
for more time, an extension.

An extension?

Does this look
like a private equity firm?

Do you know how people who don't
pay their debts in my world

are usually treated?

The position that you're putting
me in is gonna cause problems

with my backers. You're not
the only one with a boss.

And as soon as I get the cash,
it's yours, I promise.

Well...

if I went to your employer
and explained,

maybe I could,
get the money from them?

Yeah, if they knew that you
shook me down, threatened me,

forced me to loan you
this money...

Hey, come on,
that's not what happened.

Isn't it?

Are you sure that's not
how it's gonna look to them?

You think you have problems now,

wait till you're suspended
without pay.

And these investigations,
you know,

they-they-they could
go on for months.

Longer when the lawyers
get into it.

What do you want from me?

You want an extension,

well, then we need
to work something out,

and if it's not cash,
then a favor.

What kind of favor?

It's for my mother.

She lives on Holland Avenue,
the, 600 block.

There's some losers in the house
on the corner,

they're running
an illegal poker game.

People are going in and out
all hours of the night.

And I-I think it could be
more than cards.

Drugs, girls, who knows?
But these guys,

they're-they're taking down
the whole neighborhood.

My mom, she's lived
there for 30 years.

Now she's scared to go
out and get her mail.

So, you're gonna get
some of your cop pals

to go down there
and check it out,

and we'll call that
this week's juice payment.

If these guys are breaking the
law, they'll be taken care of.

But let me be clear,
this is the one and only time

that I act on an anonymous tip
from you. You understand?

You the only one here?

Mechanics are all at lunch.

Anyone by the name

of Diesel work here?

No. Not since I started here
a couple years ago.

Think we could get a list

of all your full-
and part-time employees?

Assistant manager should be
out back having a smoke.

Rabbit! Tan!

LAPD! Stop!

On your stomach.

Get your ass up.

Diesel Hayes.

You've been helping hack
into these stolen vehicles?

Where are the carjackers?

Who's telling you
which rides to track?

Screw you guys.
I want my lawyer.

"19th hole, WHCC"?

Woodland Hills Country Club.

Mumford, Rocker,
take the A-side.

We got no idea which car

they're after,
so we check every one.

As soon as these guys
pop up, we hit 'em.

They won't go easy,
so we got to strike fast, man.

Right there, right there.Yup.

Same description as the other
getaway car they were using.

Hood's still warm.

They got to be here somewhere.

Eyes!

Gun! Gun! Gun!

Officer down!

Mumford, you all right?

I'm okay. I think
they got my helmet.

Luca, move.

Hey, how many?

Get out of here with that.

- Shots fired.
- 20-David in pursuit.

Damn, these guys are moving.

Well, they got the faster car,

but we got the better driver.

All right, prove it, big dawg.

Gun!

All right, now? Now.

Three feet.

One foot.

Go, go, go.
Go-go right there, go.

LAPD! Stop! Go.

Get the hell out of the car! Get out now!

Go, go, go! Drop the gun!

Hey, drop the weapon now!

All right, all right, all right.

Get down! Down!

You're done!

Luca, you good? Yeah, got him.

What the hell is that?

Boss, take a look.

Heroin.

Hey, I talked to
Detective Schumacher.

Lamborghini arrived
from Panama last week,

same as all the other
stolen cars.

Heroin must've been
loaded in down there,

hidden in the vehicles.

Man, all these cars came
in on the same container ship,

delivered straight
to their buyers.

What kind of geniuses
pack heroin inside cars

that are about as
discreet as Kardashians?

- I don't know.
- Something feels off.

I guess, if every car
has a haul like this,

they not only make millions
off the drugs,

but they can unload the parts

for tens of thousands
on the black market.

So this crew gets paid twice.

Everything goes as planned,

they're having
their cake, eating it,

then selling the plate
it was served on.

These carjackers
aren't done yet.

One of my detectives
talked to the supervisor

who checked in that
shipment of vehicles.

He's positive there were eight
cars on that boat, not seven.

Wait, so there's another car

packed with heroin
still out there?

What kind of vehicle? He couldn't tell.

It was midnight and
the cars were covered,

but he swears up and
down he counted eight.

Well, before these cars
even come off the ship,

they're each assigned
a customs import marker.

Those markers only record
a car's make and model,

not its VIN number.

Yeah, but the make and model
is something to go on.

I mean, cars this nice, they're
rare enough, even in L.A.

Hey, Hondo.

Some woman left this
for you at the front.

She wanted you to know
it's been signed.

Appreciate it.

You know, could use your
instincts out there today.

It's gonna take more than luck
to get ahead of these guys.

Trust me, I'm itching
to get back.

Street seemed to rise
to the occasion, though.

Come on, man, you know Street.

Nothing lights his eyes
up more than fast cars.

Well,
then today's his day, then.

Right. Hey, how'd Mumford
seem when he got back?

He seemed fine.

Filed an incident report,
went back out.

His team found what looks
like the drop site

for the rest of
the stolen vehicles.

It's a rail yard
east of downtown.

There were six sets
of tire tracks,

but no rides, no bad guys.

Hey, you get anything useful

from the boys
in the Lamborghini?

One's in surgery.
The other one's being booked,

but he's not talking.

Same as the guy who was hacking
the GPS satellites.

He's already lawyered up.

The D.A. couldn't
cut a deal to find out

which drug ring
these guys worked for?

No, and the chem test they did

on the heroin
doesn't match anything

in the DEA's database,

neither does the label.
I mean, they think

whoever's importing it
is new to the scene.

Well, whoever they are,
they got resources,

and they're making noise.

Get Narcotics in,

find out what they
heard on the street.

Galvin, great to see you.

Belated congrats
on the promotion.

Thanks, Deac. How you been?
How's Annie and the kid?

Kids, with an "S."
Four, actually.

Four? Yeah.

Wow. Better man than me.

Said you had a question you
wanted to ask me in person?

Yeah, I want to show
you something.

You ever hear of the cartels

pushing their heroin
using imported cars?

Can't say I have,

but I can run it by my team.

Have 'em take a look
at this, too.

The drugs we picked up,

they all have the logo
of a mountain on them.

That's a volcano.

An old mobster, Albert Tosca,

my sources said he
talked about pushing

this new stuff
he called "volcano."

So he's got to be
the one behind this.

Not likely.

Found him executed Mafia-style
last week in San Pedro.

Albert Tosca used to be part

of Lorenzo Bettiga's
crime syndicate.

The Bettigas terrorized
Southwest L.A. for years.

Fled back to Sicily
two decades ago.

Galvin said Tosca
planned to push a new batch

he was calling "volcano."

He also said that Tosca stole

his heroin down in Panama,
repackaged it,

and then diverted it to L.A.
using luxury cars.

Guessing that didn't go over
too well with his boss.

Probably thought Bettiga

couldn't track him
to the States.

Yeah, well,
he thought wrong, okay?

These guys don't just
cut their losses.

No, they also cut up
the guys who screwed 'em.

See that? "Traditore"
scrawled in blood.

Means traitor. Worst thing
you can be to the mob,

other than a cop. By the
time they figured out

what Tosca had done
with the heroin,

the cars had already been
delivered to their owners.

So they hired car thieves
and a hacker

to steal back their product.
Who's the pretty boy?

That's Il Monaco, The Monk.

It's Bettiga's hit man.

Interpol suspects he's killed
30 people since 2001.

Notify border patrol
and airports

in case they try to flee. I got a feeling

they're not ready to leave
the country just yet.

Not until they get
what they want.

Chris, you at the import lot?

Just left. We got the make
and model of the final car

off the shipment,
a silver Ferrari 458.

We'll start pulling

GPS signals for every
matching car in L.A.

We can't.

Manufacturer said
their satellite

was just breached by someone
fishing for the same intel.

Said it's gonna take a while
to get the signals back online.

How'd the mob hack a satellite
when we have their hacker

in custody?

Wait, what about
Street's friend?

Whip, you here, man?
It's Street.

Whip?

Whip?

LAPD. Anyone here?

Whip?

26-David to Command.

I need a unit and a supervisor

to respond to 1017 Lewis Avenue.

Probable abduction.

Should've been there.
I should've known

that Whip would be on the radar

of whoever was
after cars like this.

The Italians need Whip
to track that Ferrari.

They're not gonna hurt him.

Not yet.

As soon as they get their hands

on that last car,
they'll get rid of him.

Then we're gonna do whatever we
can to keep that from happening.

None of this is your fault, kid.

You know, I never figured
the two of you for friends.

You know, when I was younger,
most of my friends were losers.

Not a lot of brain power
in that crowd.

You know what I mean?
Then Buck gave me

some advice,
he said that if you...

If you feel like the smartest
person in the room,

then you're in the wrong room.

He told me that, too.

Right. And ever since then,

I try to hang with people
who make me up my game,

and that's Whip, man. He just...

He functions on a higher
bandwidth than the rest of us,

and once you get to know
him, he's a good guy,

and he went to the mat for me
when he didn't have to.

He saved my life. All right, well,

let's just hope he uses
whatever tools he's got

at his disposal to reach us.

And what's plan B?

We find someone else
to track this car.

Okay.

Look, I've seen enough
Scorsese films

to know not to get between
Sicilians and money.

This is your last
chance to talk.

Got nothing else to say. Give
us something we can go...

I've got nothing else to say.

Our techs are digging

through the equipment you used
to track these cars,

everything in that garage.

As soon as we find
what we're after,

you'll have zero leverage
with the D.A. None.

I bet you're after
the Ferrari 458.

Listen, I'm a decent hacker,

but only a genius
can track a car

without a GPS
transponder inside.

Someone who can afford
a ride like that

doesn't want the ability
to locate it? Makes no sense.

Makes no sense?

Whoever customized the car

paid to import it illegally,

wants it off the grid.

Probably some ex-con
out on parole hiding his assets.

A better hacker can find
a way to locate it, but...

I can't.

Go figure, right?

A car loaded with heroin

winds up being driven
by a criminal

who has no clue
what he's sitting on.

What kind of bad guy's
even rich enough

to buy wheels like that
in the first place?

You're joking, right?

This is L.A.

Every ex-con in the city living

at a million dollar-plus
residence.

Of those homes, here are
the ones with one or more

registered vehicles costing
over a hundred grand.

Should help us narrow it down.
What's going on there?

It's just a home detention
monitor got tripped.

Cops'll go by and check it out.

What, you think
it means something?

Home detention, like,
house arrest?

Yeah.

Whip knows how to hack
into those systems.

Whoever lives in that house,

Whip is using their
detention monitor to signal us.

Are you sure? No, but what if he is?

Get down there.

All right,

27502 Chestnut Ridge.

Residence of Puck Marlow
and six associates

who have healthy rap sheets
of their own.

Puck Marlow, rapper-slash-mogul?

Slash convicted felon, yeah.

He's gonna have
his entire posse there.

Fully loaded probably, too.
Who's he roll with?

20th Street Hammers.

Marlow's crew might be
the one group

crazy enough to shoot it out
with the mob.

Yeah, and they'll have
the firepower to do it.

Italians have no clue
what they're walking into.

So that's why
no one makes a move

until we're sure
the mob's made theirs.

Now, reports show
that Marlow spent

the past few years turning this
place into a fortified playpen.

Things could heat up fast.

And Whip's right
in the middle of it.

We'll get to him in time.

You sure the Ferrari's here?

Yeah, yeah. I mean,
the emergency tracker

built into it says that

it's somewhere on the property.

How much longer till you get us in?
Um...

Hang on. I am...

fusing the local connection

to the security systems...

I don't care what you're doing,

just do it faster.

Yo, I'm about to do some work,
so don't bother me.

I got you, boss.

Everything's locked up
tight here.

And... we're in.

Get your lazy ass up, man,
make me something to drink.

Boss says he's busy.

Check this out.

Looks like somebody
left in a hurry.

That jacket, that's Whip's.

If they broke in the house,
they probably took Whip.

We got to get to him. Come on.

Mumford, line us up.

26-David, I got visual
on Whip in the upstairs room.

Is anyone with him? Two of 'em. I think
one of them's Bettiga.

All right, see if you guys
can get to him

from the A-side
with Mumford's team.

We'll head upstairs around back.

Where are the keys
to the Ferrari?!

I don't know, man!

Damn, she's a beauty.

Stay down.

LAPD! Drop your weapon!

Stevens! Cover me!

Now, count to ten,
and then start screaming.

Police! Hands where we can see 'em!
On the ground!

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa! Get on the ground now!

Get on the ground! Get on the floor!

Get on the floor! Look, man...

Hands behind your back!

Help! Help!

You good? Yeah.

I'm in the bedroom!

Please, please help!

Whip, you're okay.

You're okay, we got you.

Bathroom's clear.

We have Whip. He's safe.

Bettiga... where'd he go?

To get the Ferrari.

End of the line, Bettiga.

We'll keep a couple officers
stationed outside

for tonight.

And your brother's on his way over.
Great.

How you feeling? Been better.

But, could've been a lot worse.

How you feeling? Same.

Right. Thanks.

Man. Who would've thought

knowing how to break out of
a court-issued ankle monitor

could save your life?

This is, like, what you do
every day? 'Cause that's crazy.

No. Only when I'm lucky.

Listen, I,
I don't want to keep you

if you've got s-stuff
to take care of.

No, man, it's cool.

All right.

Happy to hang out.

Did you see some of the cars
that guy had in his garage?

My God. Dude,
don't even get me started.

Good to see you today.

Give my best to Annie and the brood.
I will.

You say hi to Liz.

Hey, Galvin.

I, I had a tip come in
from an old CI.

He thinks there's
a drug distro house

in his elderly mom's
neighborhood.

Really? Where?

Holland Avenue. Ramona Gardens.

The 600 block,
right on the corner.

I know that area well.

Thanks, Deac.
We'll check it out.

Come in.

Hell of a day, Jack.

Hell of a night.

Can I have a word? Sure.

What's on your mind?

I'm done. I can't
do this anymore.

You can't do what?

You mean SWAT?

Yeah.

You've had close calls before.

Yeah, you'll shake it off, Jack.

No, this is different.

Take some time off.

Think about it.

Yeah, it's a big decision
to make.

Come on, especially after
a day like today.

I'm turning in my 30-day notice,

so pick another team leader,

whether it's Deacon
or Rocker... whoever.

Are you really sure?

Truth is... I can't
keep up with these guys.

I work my ass off trying,

but sooner or later,
something's gonna happen.

We all know how it
ended up with Buck.

Come on.

I'd rather leave a day too
early than a day too late.

You told Nikki yet?

No, but she'll be relieved.

It won't be the same
without you.

We can't talk you out of it?

No.

Yeah. End of an era, Jack.

We'll miss you, Sergeant.

Captain.

Commander.

I don't know, I haven't
seen her in, like, a year.

Trust me, Darryl, she's
still gonna recognize you.

She's gonna be nervous, too.
You hear me? Yeah.

It's gonna take some
getting used to.

There he is.

My Darryl.

He gonna try to sell us a Bible?

I'm sorry, sir. You are?

Ronald. And you are?

My name's Hondo.

You live here, too?

He's been staying lately.

Hi, sir. My name's Darryl.
Nice to meet you.

Darryl here is a new man.

He's gonna get a fresh start,
ain't that right?

Well... well, come on inside.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Let's
get some things in order first.

How long you plan to stay?

Ronald, don't.

I-I don't know yet, sir.

He's gonna finish up school
next year.

What? You said a month or two.

You didn't speak no nonsense
about him staying a year.

I said we'd figure it out.
Nothing's final.

I-I already raised my kids,

and no one is paying me
to raise another man's.

It's okay. You know what?

Listen, I think we're gonna
come back later.

Darryl, let's go.

Wait. Wait-wait a minute.

Justine... it's okay.

We'll call you later.

Come on.

Look at him go.

Yeah, it's been a minute since
the kid's had a decent meal.

You ate just like that
when you were his age.

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

What you trying to do
with that boy?

I don't know, Ma.

Start with Social Services,

try to find him
a good foster situation.

But you know that could take
a couple of days.

It might even take a week or so.
Yeah.

You think you could help me
look after him until then?

You know I will.

That's my mama.

Boy, you better inhale some
oxygen along with that food.

Come on now, slow down.

This is great, Mrs. Harrelson.

There's plenty more where
that come from, Darryl,

always more.

There's something
I wanted to ask you.

What's up?

I know you and my pops
grew up the same.

No money, no hookups.

I know he was smart, too, even
if he didn't always show it.

D, your pops was smart as hell.

He still is.

Then how come you made something
of yourself and he didn't?

You're looking at her.

Hey, Mama,
you gonna spoil me, too,

or I got to make my own plate?

I'll make it for you.
You know that...

See, see... Okay...

Captioning sponsored by.

Captioned by Media Access
Group at WGBH access.wgbh.org