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If the offer still stands,

I'd be more than happy
to head up SWAT Academy for you.

Of course it does.

You're gonna do an amazing job, Victor.

I know SWAT Academy was your baby,

but you got to let the kid
do his own thing.

Tan made his first round
of cuts yesterday.

- And he cut half the class?
- Uh-huh. Tan's tough.

He pushes us to our physical
limits and he expects

- perfection.
- Yeah, sometimes he can be aggressive.

I heard that you already cut
half your recruits.

Don't you think you're being
a little overzealous?

Do you regret giving me SWAT Academy?

- Is that what this is about?
- No, of course not.

Then let me run it the
best way I know how.

I'm out.

- I call.
- Show us.

- Damn it.
- This kid's cleaning up.

Miko, why don't you try losing

a couple of bucks once in a while?

Here you go, sir.

I'm not here to lose.

How'd we pull the short straw?

Miko's in there on a hot streak.

You and I are crammed
in this van smelling

each other's sweat.

Well, if it's any consolation,
all those winnings are headed

straight for an evidence
locker when this is over.

Tan, Rocker,

how's it looking down on your end?

It's all quiet over here, Hondo.

We sure this guy's still coming?

He must've heard there was

a card shark in the building.
Got scared off.

Intel told us that Trinh
and his gang are supposed

to be here tonight, but it
wouldn't be the first time

that Trinh's evaded the LAPD.

Well, we're not letting him fall
through the cracks this time.

Wait, hold up.

We may have a possible.

Can't get a positive visual
from our angle.

Miko,

you got two late arrivals
heading your way.

Need confirmation.

What about it? Is it Trinh?

Busy night tonight, guys.

Gonna to try my luck at another table.

Thank you.

All right, he's moving.
Possible eyes on Trinh.

Hold your positions

till we hear back from Miko.

Roger that.

Hey, Zef!

Is it really you?

Stefan.

How you doing, bro?
Good to see you, man.

I can't believe this, man.

How long has it been?

- What, five years?
- Yeah.

Oh, hey, Zef, this is Alex. Alex, Zef.

- How you doing?
- Sup?

This guy, he keeps calling him "Zef."

What the hell's that about?

Zef is an old alias.

Miko did an undercover stint
down on Long Beach SWAT.

Helped take down the Albanian mob.

These guys probably
know him from back then.

How do you guys know each other?

Bro, you've heard of Zef.

This is my uncle's favorite driver

from back in the day.

Where you been, man?

I, uh, I tried to look you up
over the years.

I never had any luck.

There was so much heat
after everything went down,

I shacked up with a couple
friends, went down to Florida.

Miko, let's put an end to this.

We need confirmation on Trinh.

I'm trying...

just trying to keep
a low profile, you know.

Hey, listen,

I was just about to get
out of here, man.

- I-I got to go.
- Hey, hold up a sec.

My uncle has a job coming up.

We're down a man. We could use you.

What kind of job?

You hear about the show
in the Valley last week?

- Kester and Roscoe?
- Stefan.

- Maybe don't run your mouth.
- That robbery?

What, that was you guys?

- Sounded like a big score.
- Not as big as you might think.

Omar's hungry for more.

Miko, do we have eyes yet?

You know what?
I actually need a whiskey.

"Whiskey." That's the
signal. Let's move.

Come on.

LAPD! We have a warrant!

Hands in the air! Hands in the air, now!

Hands behind your head!

Everybody against the wall! Move!

Hands behind your head! Move!

Duc Trinh, we got
a warrant for your arrest.

Stand up and turn around.

Going hands-on.

Not today, Trinh.

Stay down!

Looks like he wants to stay undercover.

Round the rest of them up.

Back up, back up. Turn around.

- Hey, turn around.
- Come on, man. What are you doing?

Get off of me. I didn't do nothing.

Shut up.

Turn around, turn around.

Way to go, Blue Team!

Two minutes, ten seconds is
our new time to beat.

All right, Dobes. Your team's up.

Make it count, old man.

Or what? You making another
round of cuts today?

Depends on what I see here.

Green Team, get set.

Ready and... go!

Watch your sideline, Tasker.

Don't let them fall behind, Dobes!

Breacher up.

Setting the charge.

Explosive set. Take cover.

Officer down! Officer down!

Oh, God!

Back up!

Ah, my leg! My leg!

- Call a medic, now!
- Yes, sir!

All right, Dobes. Come on.

Stay with me.

They don't call these guys
"Hellbanians" for nothing.

Two years ago, Beverly Hills.
Three dead bodies, six injured.

What about the bank robbery
Miko's friend mentioned last night?

Two dead, and they put
a bank manager in a coma.

The worst part is, LAPD can't
prove that they did any of it.

And it's only gotten worse
since Omar Morina took over.

I thought Morina got taken down
in the Long Beach sting

- five years ago.
- No, that was his brother.

When Omar took over,

he took the entire
operation underground.

Authorities have been trying
to hunt him ever since.

I see you're getting acquainted
with our Albanian friends.

About as much as we could.
How was your night in County?

Short on sleep

but long on intel.

Stefan told me his uncle Omar
is desperate to raise cash.

Said he's got something
big planned for today.

He wouldn't give me
the specifics, but...

we're meeting back up at 10:00.
They want me in.

No, no, no, no, no. Hold on.

Putting you in County with them
for a night, that's one thing.

But sending you undercover
into their world,

no, that's a whole different ball game.

We wouldn't have time
to set up a surveillance team,

especially being low on bodies.

Best we could do would be
a cell phone tracker.

And we got no way
of running it past Hicks.

He's in with the mayor all morning.

Look, I know Omar. Okay?

He's a killer who doesn't care

if innocent people get hurt
in the cross fire.

If we don't stop him,

it's probably gonna leave
more bodies in its wake.

It's dangerous.

We'd be at a disadvantage,
playing catch-up.

Look, it's still the best shot we have

of getting our hands on him.

All right, you go, but only

until you're at Omar's
location, then you signal us

and we'll pounce.

If you feel like
you're in over your head,

you get the hell out of there.

I know how to hold my own
with these guys.

Trust me.

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Ten minutes ago,
Miko met up with his pal,

Stefan Morina, in Highland Park.

Now, if Stefan's uncle, Omar, shows up,

Miko will signal us.

We're sure this Stefan kid has
no idea that Alfaro's a cop?

Miko says no way.

Stefan trusts him like a brother.

All right, they're on the move.

Miko says they're headed
to Boyle Heights.

- No sign of Omar yet.
- We still have no idea

who or what the Albanians
are gonna target.

- Could it be another bank?
- That's a possibility.

Listen, when Miko's tracker lands,

contact any financial
institution in the area,

- put them on alert.
- Copy.

Miko and the Albanians are on the move.

Yeah.

I don't like how scattershot
this whole thing feels.

These guys are known to be ruthless.

If they get a whiff
that Alfaro's a cop...

They won't.

- Miko is dialed in, Commander.
- Huh.

He's got a history with these guys.

So Hondo tells me.

Look...

there's no easy way to say this,

but there was an accident
at SWAT Academy this morning,

and your friend, Officer
Doberstein, he was injured.

- What happened?
- He got too close

to a breaching charge.

He was caught in the explosion.

He's in surgery now,

but doctors think
he might lose his left leg.

- My God.
- Yeah.

Uh, Tan's still giving
his statement, and, uh,

I'll let you know when I hear more.

Okay.

You guys gonna tell me the plan now?

We'll tell you when we tell you.
Why are you up our ass?

I want to know how I'm getting paid.

Hey, Zef, come on.

You're gonna get taken care of.

I'm gonna call the guys, see what's up.

Your boy doesn't seem too crazy
about me being here.

Nah, he's just...
he's eager to prove himself.

The truth is, man, we don't know
what Omar is planning.

We're not really in his inner circle.

That drives Alex nuts.

Oh, yeah?

How's that make you feel?

I know how much you always wanted

your uncle to take you seriously.

Nah, I've given up on all that.

I'm not really the golden boy right now.

Not that I ever was.

Alex, he's...
he's fighting for his spot,

and I am fighting other demons.

Are you using again?

Come on. How long?

Just a month or two.

Hey, before that,
I was almost six months sober.

Bro, you can do it again.

You're still peddling
that "fresh start" crap, huh?

I mean, that's kind of ironic, right,

given that we're both still here?

Yeah.

Remember how we used to talk about

leaving all this stuff behind us?

Yeah, man, you used to say

I should move somewhere and start fresh.

You still got that cousin in Chicago?

She was able to get out
of all this stuff.

There's no reason you can't, too.

Yeah, man, but five years ago
is five years ago.

A lot's changed since then.

My uncle Omar,

he's got his own way of
doing things, man, and it's...

bro, it's different than my dad's.

He's under a lot of pressure right now.

What do you mean?

To rebuild our crew,

Omar borrowed money
from the Russian mob,

and it, uh,
has not been easy to pay back.

How much is he short?

He owes the Russians
three-and-a-half mil.

And if he doesn't pay soon,

he's a dead man.

We all are.

Right.

You're sure this Maria girl got
good information from the bank?

Right. Okay.

See you soon.

Uh, who's this Maria?

Don't worry about it.

You wanted to see me?

Bring Alfaro in.

It's over.

Can I ask why, sir?

Alfaro's last undercover
gig with this group,

you know why it ended?

Long Beach PD busted the operation.

Half went to jail, the other
half scattered in the wind.

Is that what Alfaro told you?

'Cause the case file says differently.

"It is my recommendation
that Officer Alfaro

- be removed from the field."
- Mm-hmm.

This is from his old boss.

They pulled Miko off the case early?

He was in too deep.

He took on this Stefan
Morina kid as a project.

He got mixed up
in trying to get him sober,

and the LBPD felt it compromised
Alfaro's effectiveness.

They told him to come in,

he refused.

He got in a physical altercation
with a detective.

Alfaro and this case don't mix.

Why the hell wouldn't he tell me that?

I don't know.

Like I said, he was in too deep.

Maybe he still is.

Have him get his ass back here.

Understood.

- He's your boy?
- Yeah, man.

- And you trust him?
- Mm-hmm.

He's the best driver
I've seen in my life.

Well, he better not screw it up.

Let's go. I got to tell you something.

Hey, you get my message?

Don't pull the plug, Hondo.

All right? Whatever they're
planning, it's going down soon.

Miko, you lied to me about Long Beach

pulling you from the case.

What? I didn't lie.

You never mentioned
a physical altercation

- with some detective.
- That was nothing.

Doesn't sound like nothing, Miko.

Look, I was a hothead back then, okay?

The detective went back
on his promise to recommend

Stefan for witness protection,
so I snapped.

All right, I don't get it.
Why would you put your career

on the line for this Stefan kid?

I don't know, Hondo.

There's just something about
the guy that needs rescuing.

Look, five years ago, I got
a tip that Vasil Morina's son

was attending a Narcotics
Anonymous meeting in some YMCA,

so I went to the meeting, too.

You pretended to be a drug addict?

That's how I built trust with Stefan.

And yeah, in the course of time,
we became friends, but...

he's not like his family,

all tough and ruthless.

Stefan's... more breakable.

You are way too close
to this case, Miko.

You were only supposed to be
in there to get eyes on Omar,

and that hasn't happened,
so I am pulling the plug.

No, listen. The Albanians are in contact

with a woman named Maria.

She might be a bank employee.

From the bank that was hit last week?

I don't know, but...

I think she's feeding them intel
for today.

But that's all you got to go on?

The name Maria?

It's something.

Just one more hour, please.

You have a half hour, you hear me?

The next message I send, you obey.

You got it?

Yeah. Okay.

You go somewhere?

Where would I go? Huh?

Rough night?

That's funny, Dren.

- Is my uncle ready?
- Uh-huh.

Hey! Take it easy. What the hell?

- Who you trying to text?
- My girlfriend.

I need her to pick me up some beer.

Your beer and girlfriend can wait.

It's time to go.

Hey.

Heard about Dobes.

He'll be out of surgery soon.

They saved the leg, he's stabilized.

I don't know anything more than that.

What about you?

You doing okay?

I guess so. I don't know, I...

I just, I feel awful for the guy.

What drill were you running?

A time trial in the shoot house.

Sounds pretty routine to me.

It was.

Look, I just went over
the whole thing with IA.

I really don't feel like
rehashing it all again.

Guys.

I think I found this Maria woman
Alfaro mentioned.

Last week's robbery happened 20 minutes

after the bank received a cash delivery

from Ellis Protection Group.

But delivery times are randomized.

No way of knowing when they'll show.

Unless you have an inside source.

I was able to dig through

the armored truck company's
staff database.

Just one Maria.

Maria Salazar.

She's a dispatch clerk,
oversees the North Valley.

That's where the robbery
occurred last week.

- What about Mid-Wilshire?
- She covers that, too.

Ellis Protection Group
delivers to First River Bank.

Alfaro's on the move in that direction.

We need to get there now.

Let's go.

Hey. Hey, where are they? Where's Omar?

Over there.

Omar.

- It's good to see you.
- Zef.

How's my favorite wheelman?

Good.

After your trouble in Long Beach,

you really put your
driving skills to work, huh?

You disappeared on us.

I didn't have a choice, did I?

It was either that or go
to jail with everybody.

You know what? You're right,
it was every man for himself.

Good to have you back.

All right.

Here you go.

Meet us out front.

Engine running.

I have a bad feeling about this, bro.

There's witnesses all over the place.

Look, you just keep
the engine running, all right?

We're gonna be fine.

Showtime, boys. Let's go.

This is a robbery!

Everybody, hands up in the air, now!

Don't. Not if you want to live.

What, are you stupid? Hands up!

- Get over there.
- All of you, down!

Get down on the ground, now.

- Let's go! Come on!
- Open the door.

All right, go. Take us to the vault.

Stay down.

Hey, what are you thinking, huh?

You trying to die today? Is that it?

Are you stupid?

I got this son of a bitch, Alex!

Get away from him!

- He's mine!
- I said I got him!

Go check on Dren!

Go!

You, don't move.

Hey, come on, man. Hey.

What the hell happened?

The guard had a second gun.

I thought you checked him.

All right, we got to go.

Cops are coming. Move.

- Hey, come on, get up.
- Leave him!

LAPD. I need everybody
to exit the building

with your hands in the air.

- Go.
- Deacon, Rocker, check the back.

- Let's go, move, move.
- Move, move, move. Everybody out.

Hang tight.
We got an ambulance on the way.

- Okay.
- Go. Go.

- He's dead, Tan.
- Guard's got a leg wound,

but it's not life-threatening.

20-David. Lobby's clear.
Any sign of Miko?

Negative.
Just three bank employees, none harmed.

No sign of Miko or the Albanians.

Doesn't make sense.
His cell phone tracker says

he's still in the building.

Damn it. It's Miko's phone.

Now we got no way of reaching him

and no way to find him.

What the hell happened?

I told you to bring Alfaro in.

Next thing I hear, he's caught
up in a damn bank robbery?

Sir, I didn't think
it would go like this.

Alfaro going missing is on me.

Yeah, it is.

Tell me we got
something out of this mess

that points in his direction.

Our dead suspect's name is Dren Kodra.

He's rumored to be Omar
Morina's right-hand man.

Means we're closing in.

Tan dug through his phone.

Not much on it, but he did identify

a woman that the guy
was calling repeatedly.

- Girlfriend?
- Maybe.

She's an exotic dancer, Irina Alamov.

Patrol's bringing her to HQ.

Well, hopefully,
she can help us find them.

At least, you better hope so,
for Alfaro's sake.

Yo, what is this place?

This is where we come
when there's heat on us,

sometimes just to party.

I knew it.

Damn it, I knew he was
gonna bring these bastards in.

Who are those guys?

That's Mehmet and Esad.

They're hired guns.

My uncle calls 'em in
when he needs extra muscle.

Except he doesn't need
extra muscle, he has us, right?

So why the hell doesn't he realize that?

Well,
if Omar's bringing these guys onboard,

he has something else planned.

I mean, this is crap, man.

I'm tired of always
being kept at arm's length.

Hey, Omar,

why are you bringing them in?

We don't need them.

You're telling me my business now?

- I'm just saying
- I'm here, right?

I'm ready to step up.
Why won't you let me?

Why, Alex?

Because you're an idiot.

That bank job today was
supposed to pay off big-time,

but we had to bail because of the cops.

That wasn't my fault.

Two seconds in the door,
you fire your gun

into the ceiling like a damn cowboy.

You don't think anybody heard that?

Then Dren getting killed.

You missed the second gun
on that security guard.

You're useless, Alex.

Worse... ...you're a liability.

Hey, I've been devoted to you
for the past five years.

Then let me stop wasting your time.

Omar!

If we don't come up with
the money we owe,

the Russians are gonna kill us all.

I've got a plan.

The two of you, stay here

till we're ready to go.

Stop crying, clean this up.

Our dead suspect from the bank?

Yeah, Dren Kodra,

born in Tirana, Albania. Armed robbery,

assault with a deadly weapon.
Got out on parole

six years ago and then went dark.

I guess now we know he was
linking up with Omar Morina.

These guys aren't tied
to any properties,

no rumored hangouts.
How we gonna find Miko?

We just have to keep digging.

Why the hell would he go with them?

It's hard to say.

But the second Miko can contact
us, he will.

Listen, Tan,

I know you're just trying

to keep your head down
and not think about

what happened this morning.

He was right, okay?

When Dobes told you

I was being tough
on the recruits the other week,

he was right.

I pushed them too hard
and look what happened.

Tan, this is not your fault.

That's easy for you to say.

If you were still in charge
of SWAT Academy,

this never would've happened.

See?

You know it's true.

No, no, that-that's...

that's not what I'm thinking at all.

Dren's dancer girlfriend's here.

We'll pick this up later.

They mentioned Dren on the way over.

Whoever he hurt, I had
nothing to do with it.

Well, Dren won't be hurting
anyone anymore, Ms. Alamov.

He was killed today in
the process of robbing a bank.

My grandmother used to say
"short temper, short life."

This is Dren.

How well did you know him?

Not well.

Well, we have his phone.

For someone you don't know very well,

he sure called you a lot.

Many guys call me.

They think if they call more,
they get more,

but this is not how it works.

But Dren was the nicest of the bunch.

You mean, the nicest of his
friends in the Albanian mafia?

I say nothing about mafia.

But yes.

They come to club often.

Always trouble, always fighting.

Dren would get so jealous.

Later, he would apologize,

give me big tips.

Did you ever meet Dren
outside of the club?

One time, he invite me and two girls

to party at some warehouse in Koreatown.

His friends were angry we came,

said we're not supposed to be there.

But then they start drinking,

try to take advantage.

They were animals.

We had to fight our way out.

This is last time I answer Dren's calls.

Do you have an address
of that warehouse?

I don't know.

I might.

Your uncle is gonna get us
all killed, you know that?

Hey, what are you doing, man?

Hey, hey, come on!
That's all I had on me!

Stefan, you don't need it.

How am I supposed to deal
with what just happened?

My head feels like it's gonna explode.

What you need to do is
get out of L.A., man.

Right? Get out of this lifestyle.

How?

I'm 28 years old, man.

I've never had a real job.

Unless you count helping
my cousins sell stolen crap

or shaking people down for money.

Hey,

your dad wanted better for you.

All right? I know he had his issues,

but he thought you could go to school

for computer science, remember?

'Cause I liked video games, bro.

My dad didn't even know me.

Five years ago, when
my family got busted,

then my dad died, it all changed anyway.

Is that 'cause Omar took over?

Or because I disappeared?

You were the only person I knew

who didn't think I was a gutless coward.

It's not too late to make a change, man.

Rehab,

witness protection, whatever it takes.

Are you joking?

Do you know what happens to
witnesses who cross my family?

I'm talking about real
witness protection, Stefan.

A new identity,
relocated somewhere safe.

Listen to me.

Five years ago, when I left,

I didn't go to Florida.

What are you talking about?

I'm a cop.

Yeah, and I'm the Pope.

Stefan, I'm serious.

When I met you,
I was working undercover.

I still am.

Your name's not Zef Basha?

No, it's Miguel Alfaro.

I'm an LAPD SWAT officer.

Hey.

Stefan.

Omar!

Hey, Omar, get up here!

Stefan, please.

What the hell is this?

What the hell happened here?

What's this all about?

Uh, he went into his stash.

I tried to stop him, but he went wild

and attacked me, so...

...I knocked him out.

All right, listen up. Omar Morina

and his crew are desperate right now.

They've already demonstrated

they're more than willing to kill.

Now, once we're inside, our top priority

is finding Miko, make sure he's safe.

The last thing we want

is a firefight with Miko
caught in the middle.

Two minutes out!

He's gotta be walking
a tightrope in there.

If anyone can stay under
the radar, it's him.

If they're here, they're quiet.

Eyes peeled. Miko will alert us.

This must be where they party.

Deacon.

Ready?

Go.

We got a body.

Judging by the blood,

that's not the only one.

That's Alex Abazi.

Stefan's buddy from the
gambling den last night.

Shot point-blank.

We got a 20-something
male, breathing but unconscious.

Deac.

It's Stefan Morina,

Miko's friend.

22-David.

Clear downstairs. No sign of Alfaro.

Then where the hell is he?

Where is he, Stefan?

You're the one who got him wrapped up

in whatever your uncle's planning.
Now, you help us find him.

Find who?

Officer...

...Miguel Alfaro?

Is there anyone else
who knows he's a cop?

Not yet.

Look, Stefan, he's on his own.

He's got no way to get in touch with us,

so if you have any idea what
your uncle has up his sleeve...

Even if I knew anything,

why would I talk?

Screw him.

Screw him? Screw you.

Man, he's been trying to help you.

All he's ever done is help you.

Help me? How?

By pretending he was an addict

so we could become friends?

Or by making me feel like
I had a shot at a new life

and then disappearing on me?

All he ever did was use me.

Do you know why he disappeared
from your life five years ago?

He went out on a limb
for you with his boss

to get you in witness protection.

And when they went back on their word,

he flipped out for you.

And they pulled him off the case.

Look, I don't...

I don't want anything bad
to happen to him.

But I'm not lying to you
when I tell you that

I don't know anything.

What about Alex Abazi?

There a chance he
might've known something?

We found his body in the closet, Stefan.

Forensics went through his phone.

He was texting with someone named

Hasan Sokoli earlier today.

Hasan is one of my uncle's bodyguards.

All right, in the texts,
they were talking about

going after "çanta e arteë."

We know that means
"golden bag" in Albanian,

but does that mean anything else to you?

No way.

Omar's not that stupid.

A few weeks ago,

Alex heard about this big bust
of this motorcycle club.

All their drug-running cash got seized.

Yeah, I read about it.

Feds and state police are still
arguing over who gets the money.

They confiscated $3 million.

$6.2 mil.

That's more than enough to cover
my uncle's debt to the Russians.

Alex has a buddy who's a janitor,

and he told him that cash is being held

in this government building

before it gets shipped to D.C.
once a judge signs off.

That's got to be Omar's target.
Where's his buddy work at?

Some secure storage place
out in Van Nuys.

Omar, what are we doing here?

For this plan to work,
we need some extra firepower.

What, are we trying
to level a city block?

If that's what it takes.

Feds have been alerted.

Additional officers are
gearing up as we speak.

We have any idea
if this rumor about cash

sitting in limbo is even true?

FBI agent I spoke to said it's
being held under lock and key

at a secure storage facility
off Woodley Ave.

Alfaro won't let them get that far.

Miko's tough, but he can't
take them on by himself.

He's outgunned and outnumbered.

Tan, step on it.

Come on, get them out.
Stick to the plan.

Remember the fail-safe.

Let's do this.

You stay put and stay close
this time for real,

you hear me?

Yeah. Okay.

Drop it, right now. Nice and easy.

What are you doing, man?

I'm LAPD. Put it down,

nice and slow.

Not gonna happen.

You two, go get Zef!

Now! Go! Hasan, you're with me.
Now, now, now.

LAPD!

- Miko, you all right?
- Yeah, I'm okay.

Omar's in that building
with another armed suspect.

All right, you stay here.

Sarge, come on.

Hey, Miko. You stand down. We got this.

Don't come any closer.

It's okay, we're LAPD. You're all right.

Get outside. Go!

Go on! Everybody out. Move, move, move.

- Hey, how you doing there?
- Been better.

22-David. I need an R/A for a male with
a GSW to the right shoulder.

- You know which way they went?
- Both of them went that way.

All right, twos, let's go.

Rocker, Tan, take the left.

Hurry up, someone's coming.

LAPD!

Deacon, cover.

Moving.

Stay back! I'll kill her!

That will not end up well for you!

He's right, Omar! Give it up!

Let her go, Omar! It's over!

- Deacon, go. Go!
- Door! Go!

- Take it. Take it.
- Got it.

Go! Get out of the car! Get out!

Omar, stop!

Cover!

Deacon, go right.

Suspect down.

Moving.

Omar's gone.

You were one of us!

I was never one of you.

You're done, Omar.

It's over.

Omar Morina,

you're under arrest.

Thought I'd find you here.

Going to see Dobes at the hospital,

if you want to come with.

Wish I could,
but I'm not allowed any contact

until after he gives
his official statement.

About earlier today...

You said that this would never happen

if I was in charge.

You're wrong.

When I first took over SWAT Academy,

I was running a climbing
exercise out in Canyon Country.

One of the recruits didn't
fasten his carabiner correctly.

He fell 20 feet down the cliff.
Broke his leg.

And I blamed myself for what happened.

Kept playing it over
and over in my head.

Accidents happen, Tan.

No one blames you for it,
so you shouldn't, either.

Thanks, Deac.

You should get going. Don't
want to miss visiting hours.

Yeah.

- Give Dobes my best.
- I will.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Heard you were out of surgery.

Wanted to come by
and see how you're doing.

- Hey, Deac.
- Hey.

- Thanks for coming.
- Yeah.

You gave us quite a scare.

Everyone at HQ sends their thoughts.

And I just saw Tan.

He wanted me to give you his best.

Tan can keep his well wishes to himself.

What are you talking about?

The doctors said that the explosion
caused such trauma to my leg

that it'll be a
struggle just to get up and walk.

Forget about joining SWAT,

I may never be a cop again, man.

So, I'm sorry if Tan's
goodwill rings hollow.

If it wasn't for him pushing me so hard,

this never would've happened.

Did you get him?

Oh, he's going away for a long time.

Thanks for helping my team, Stefan.

I was helping them find you.

I know. Thank you.

This witness protection thing, that's...

My bosses are good for it.
They'll make it happen.

Just one condition.

You have to go to treatment.

Rehab?

You open to it?

I'm exhausted, man.

Hey, after that, fresh start.

Yeah, maybe Miami.

Listen, I got to ask you something.

This whole time, I knew you as Zef.

Was any of it real?

Not really.

But I'd like to think this is real.