All language subtitles for S.W.A.T.2017.S02E22-eng(1)

- Previously on SWAT...
- My son Darryl...

been trying to keep him all the way out.

But I'm here. I ain't there.

DAVIS: Picked up Darryl at a house party.

But he blew zero on the breathalyzer.

As a courtesy,
I'm releasing him into your custody.

CHARICE: Something happened to Darryl.

The boy was shot.

They took Darryl to surgery already.

Now, reading is hard.

- Did Kelly do something wrong again?
- No.

I-I think she might have dyslexia.

You still helping her
with her reading, the dyslexia?

LUCA: Couple times a week, yeah.

Her mom says that she's about to start

a new charter school this year.

I'm in a financial hole. Deep.

- What's this?
- That's the end of the story

between you and Sergeant Kay.

HONDO: You're out of Deacon's life now.

STREET: That kiss. I thought that was...

a mutual moment that we had.

Was I wrong?

I moved in with Ty and Kira.

You and me, we're...

teammates. That's all.

(MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY)

(VENTILATOR HISSING)

Any change?

He's stable.

You've been here all night long.

- I know.
- Go home. Shower.

Get some sleep. I'll be
here to watch over him.

Visiting hours start soon.

You going to tell Leroy?

Yeah.

BILLINGS: Call me as
soon as the kid wakes up.

Ask for Detective Billings.

Detective?

I'm Sergeant Daniel Harrelson, SWAT.

Yeah, Billings, Southwest.

Are you running point on
the Darryl Henderson case?

- Yep.
- Do you know what went down yet?

No, I'm still trying
to piece it together.

Best guess is, the kid took
a job delivering snack foods,

saw how much cash was involved,
roped one of his friends

into robbing the truck.

Probably a disagreement over the split.

Friend pulls a piece,
you can fill in the rest.

Wait a minute. You think
Darryl was involved

in the crime?

Son of a major felon,
who just got out of juvie

for armed robbery, he's now
involved in an armed robbery?

- Come on.
- (PHONE RINGS)

Uh, I'm sorry.

I'm juggling, like, a half a dozen cases.

I got to take this.

(SIGHS)

- Special Agent Benson.
- Captain Cortez.

Thanks for seeing me
on such short notice.

My pleasure. What couldn't wait?

Right down to business. I love it.

For the last three months,
the FBI has been tracking

a ring of sex traffickers
operating out of Jalisco.

They have moved hundreds
of women and children

over the Arizona-Mexico border,
and that number is set to grow.

- How does that involve the LAPD?
- Next month, the ring's leader,

Rodrigo Navarro, will be
setting foot on U.S. soil

for the first time in three years.

Now he's looking for someone to
coordinate his entry stateside,

and we had an agent ready to go
undercover as his coordinator.

But a recent data breach in
the Phoenix field office

has us worried she'll be made.

You're not looking
for SWAT's help are you?

No. Because of the data breach,

we need someone outside of
the Bureau to step in for her.

We want you.

Your work in Mexico was imprssive.

And it had to feel a little satisfying.

- How long are we talking?
- Two weeks

prep, two weeks undercover.

Think Commander Hicks will loan
you out for a month?

You haven't run this by him yet?

- No point if you're not on board.
- I don't know.

Uh, Mexico City was a few days.

But a month? I have commitments to SWAT.

- To the LAPD.
- I understand that it is

short notice, but you have
an opportunity here

to save hundreds of women and children.

I save lives here, overseeing 85

SWAT officers as they handle

the biggest emergencies in the city.

And I'm not knocking that.

I'm just saying that it would be
a damn shame to keep someone

with your instincts stuck behind a desk.

Promise me you'll read the case file

before saying no?

- I'll take a look.
- That's all I ask.

Thank you.

I take it you already heard.

Heard enough but not
everything. How bad is he?

He got one in the chest, one in the leg.

He was in surgery all yesterday.

Right now he's in the ICU.

Had to hear my son got shot thirdhand.

Didn't even get the
courtesy of a phone call.

I felt like it was best
to come tell you in person,

so I got down here as soon as I could.

Know who shot him yet?

No.

You? Anything on your end?

Anybody who got beef
with the Hammers or you?

That it would've spilled
over onto Darryl?

You serious right now?

You took my son out of juvie
without telling me.

You took him in without telling me.

You really think I wouldn't
find out my son

was living with a cop?

I wasn't trying to hide it, Leroy.

Man, you should've left him
in juvie where I could

- look out for him.
- He almost died in juvie!

What, you think this
"assert your dominance" crap

- was gonna help keep him alive?
- It's kept me alive.

He ain't you, Leroy, you know that!

No, but he's my son. Not yours.

Ain't nobody disputing that.

But if you want the truth,
you ain't been there for him.

- I ain't had much choice.
- Oh, stop it!

You had a choice. We both did.

Oh, you come here to mix it up with me?

No, I came here to keep the peace.

- How's that?
- Leroy,

if you ain't done it already,

as soon as I walk out that door,
you're gonna call O-Dog

or one of your Gs you used
to roll with because

you want retribution for your son.

You know you do. And I'm asking you

- to stand down. Let me handle it.
- I let this go

without consequence, pretty soon
I'll be staring down

someone else's barrel. Just how

this life is, man.
Nah, I got to make my move.

No, you don't. Not this time, man.

Hey, the world don't start
spinning the other way around

just 'cause you say so!

Leroy, I'm gonna find out
who did this to Darryl.

I give you my word.

I don't know what that means no more.

You do you. I do me.

HICKS: No.

It's a conflict of interest,
you being involved in the case.

Sir, the detective's already
made up his mind,

and thinks Darryl was involved.

Well, I'm sure the facts will shake out.

Give it a day or two.

Take the time. Go be with the kid.

I'm not doing him any good

sitting in the hospital waiting
while whoever did this

is getting away with it.

Darryl's father, Leroy,
you know he ain't playing.

He's already got guys on the street

searching for the shooter.

And they ain't waiting on warrants.

They gonna be breaking down
doors and knocking heads,

and when they find him,
they're gonna kill him.

Along with any chance I got
at clearing Darryl's name.

Hondo, we're SWAT!

We don't run robbery investigations.

That's not what we do.

I'm looking into this one way
or the other.

So we can either make this official,

or you can wonder
what I'm doing on my day off.

(EXHALES)

I'll call the captain at Southwest,

- give him the heads-up.
- Thank you.

Hondo.

You keep that case detective
informed of all your movements.

I catch wind of any impropriety,

I'll pull you right back.

- Clear?
- Crystal.

- Have a nice day.
- Okay, good.

So you close out the order like this,

and you're ready for the next customer.

Hi, how...

Brad, what are you doing here?

Look, I told you that

I would mail you your final paycheck.

You didn't have to get it dry-cleaned.

Okay.

SETH: Sorry about that, folks.
We'll get that taken care of.

Jen, can you grab a broom?

- Who was that?
- That was Brad.

He used to work here,
but we had to let him go

because he verbally abused a customer.

Asked for hot coffee.

This ain't even warm.

Uh, sorry. Let me fix that for you.

(GUNSHOT)

(CUSTOMERS SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

WOMAN: Oh, no.

(WOMAN GASPS)

(HORN HONKING)

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She. Said. In. A.

Wh-wh is...

Now, don't sound it out.
We've read this word before.

Just, just, take a second.

Study the letters.

(QUIETLY): Wh... Is, Wh... Is...

Whisper. Atta girl!

(CHUCKLING): Yeah! Hey,

wait'll you start
at the new school, Kelly.

They have a whole program

just for kids with dyslexia.

Teachers with special training.

I'm expecting all As.

Maybe a few Bs.

LUCA: Just do your best, okay? Listen,

why don't you pack up, and I'm gonna talk

to your mom for a second.

I can't thank you enough for helping her.

I never thought I would see
above a C-minus

- on her report card.
- What's going on, Tuana?

Everything's still good to go
with the charter school, right?

Last week, they asked
for her discipline record,

and you know the trouble
she was getting into

- before she was diagnosed.
- No way.

So they want to pull her spot?

I thought winning the lottery
guaranteed her seat in the fall.

They can't,
they can't just take that away.

The school district says

it's up to the principal,
and the principal is concerned

- about her conduct.
- Yeah, but Kelly's been working so hard.

She's so excited.

I don't know how I'm gonna tell her.

No, look, look, no, no.

No, we are not gonna
take no for an answer.

Okay? Don't worry. I got this.

- Luca, you have done more than enough.
- If Kelly stays

at her current school, she's
just gonna keep falling behind,

no matter how many of these
sessions we do each week.

She deserves better.

(PHONE BEEPING)

Look, I got to run.
But I'm gonna make a few calls.

I'll see what I can do.

I'm gonna fix this, okay?

Hey, you just keep
working hard, all right?

- Okay.
- Okay.

DEACON: Patrol sent over an
ID of our shooting suspect.

Brad Thomas. He's got one prior.

Threatened someone over a parking spot.

Social media shows that

he's a champion competitive shooter.

He's got two guns registered to his name,

a Glock 17 and a Remington 700.

He was fired from his job
at the diner two days ago.

Whatever happened to
dealing with rejection

- like a normal human being?
- TAN: Yeah, right?

Sinking a few beers, bitching to friends,

wake up next day with a hangover,

hit the Help Wanted sections.

LUCA: Street, why are you so quiet?

This got anything to do with
you not coming home last night?

TAN: Really? Somebody
finally swiped right,

- give you a pity date?
- No, I...

DEACON: Listen up. Patrol
just completed a grid search

the restaurant. No sign
of Brad, he's in the wind.

But his pay slips show that he's living

in a boarding house in Santa Monica.

- So Luca, let's head there.
- Yep.

Treating him as an active shooter.

Tan.

- Right side clear!
- Left side clear!

Clear.

- CHRIS: He's not here.
- DEACON: 30-David to Command.

No sign of Brad Thomas.

- Does he have a family?
- A wife, Lara Thomas.

We're working on bringing her in.

And a daughter, Thea Thomas.

Three years old...

Oh, wait.

His daughter died.

Nine months ago.

(EXHALES) Well,
that could be one trigger.

Empty ammo boxes here.

Got to be at least 200 rounds' worth.

With that much ammo, he's got
to be planning something big.

Before he turns the gun on himself.

This guy laid out a funeral suit.

He's not planning to live through this.

You said Brad killed two people?

Yes, he did.

We want to make sure that number
doesn't get higher.

You think he might want
to hurt more people?

We don't know. That's why we need
to ask you some questions, Lara.

Witnesses said your husband was

driving your car. Do you have any idea

where he was headed,
what he was planning?

No.

- No, I haven't seen him for weeks.
- Why not?

I've been in rehab.

The Mercer Center? It's a 60-day program,

so they made, uh,
an exception for me to get out

- and come here.
- They don't allow visitors?

Uh...

mm...

uh, Brad and I were getting a d-divorce.

Is it because of what happened
to your daughter?

Yeah, that morning,

she, uh, she was fine.

She, she woke up smiling, like always.

We went and played at the park and, uh...

by the afternoon, she was gone.

It was meningitis.

Well,

we're very sorry for your loss.

Yesterday was her birthday.

She, uh, she would have been four.

Lara, did Brad hold any grudges?

Was he angry with anyone specifically?

I-I don't know. Oh...

the world?

Do you have any idea what it's, uh,

like to lose a child?

Well, they say most marriages
don't survive it.

But, uh... I don't know
how most people do.

(SNIFFLES) You know, I started, uh,

drinking, other stuff,
too, but I'm-I'm clean.

36... 36 days.

But, uh, Brad, he took
so much time off of work

to-to help me out, though, you know,

he got, he got fired. And he was a chef.

At a nice restaurant.

Downtown.

Can you just imagine going
from that... to a diner?

And of course, without his paychecks,

we couldn't keep up with the mortgage.

So the bank took the house
and I didn't care,

but, um...

but Brad did.

He said it was where
all his memories were of Thea.

We're gonna, um...

need the name
of that restaurant downtown,

the bank that foreclosed on the house

and the hospital
where Thea was taken and...

any other potential targets. (EXHALES)

All right?

We'll have one of our officers
help you out.

Yep.

So, Street, if you weren't
on a date last night,

where were you?

- I...
- JESSICA: Tan. I need you to help out

the shooter's wife, Lara Thomas.

- She's in my office.
- Yeah, on it.

Actually, I, uh, been staying

at my mom's apartment
the last few nights,

hoping she'll show up.

Nothing yet.

Good luck with that.

Hey.

When are we...

I mean, when are we gonna talk about

all this... awkwardness between us?

We're not. We're just...
gonna do our jobs.

Detective.

Sergeant.

I already spent the entire day
here yesterday.

I wasn't planning on another.

I wish you had told me this morning

you had a personal stake in the case.

Is the kid friend or family?

A little of both.

Right. This is the delivery driver.

Jorge Romero.

He'll run you through what he saw.

Mr. Romero.

I'm Sergeant Daniel Harrelson, LAPD SWAT.

Hondo, right? Yeah...

Darryl never shuts up about you.

- How's he doing?
- Not great.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Look, I know you've already told

Detective Billings what happened,

but I'd appreciate it
if you'd run through it for me.

Yeah, u-um...

Darryl and me had
already unloaded the boxes.

I was inside

working out payment with the owner,

when Darryl rushed out.

30 seconds later, I hear this...

"pop pop."

I came out, saw Darryl lying right there.

Did you see the shooter's face?

Clothes, tats, anything?

Um, by the time I got
out here, guy was gone.

So was my cashbox.

I don't know.

I've hired a lot of troubled kids,

you know, give them a second chance

to start their life over and, uh...

I never saw any of them
want it as bad as Darryl.

Yeah.

Look, if you remember anything at all,

you call me directly

at this number.

Yeah.

You already checked that camera?

Yeah. Belongs to the restaurant
around the corner.

Owner's out of the country,

manager says he won't show us
anything without a subpoena.

- You write one up?
- It's on the top of my to-do list.

I'm assuming you checked
for prints, ran ballistics?

Look, I know how to do my job.

No prints, submitted
ballistics yesterday.

All right, I've got a buddy
at FAU who owes me.

- He'll put a rush on it.
- Can't wait.

Hey. Why do I get the feeling

that this case ain't
too priority for you?

Because it's not.
I'm working five other cases

right now, three of them homicides

with innocent victims.

Am I missing something here?

Because Jorge didn't
mention a thing that points

- a finger at Darryl.
- Is that your impartial opinion?

Look, no offense, but this kid of yours

got picked up with a bunch
of other bangers held at

- the 77th a few weeks back.
- And he was released without charge.

Into your custody. Come on, man.

You're telling me you didn't
pull any strings there?

Look, I get it. You two are close.

If I'd known that this morning,
I would have held my tongue.

But my theory still stands.

Kid with his past, stack of stolen cash

in his pocket doesn't scream, "Innocent."

Wait a minute, wait a minute.
The cash was in his pocket?

Most of it disappeared with the cash box,

but yeah, Darryl had $500 in his pocket.

- Did you ask Jorge about it?
- Yeah.

He says Darryl has access to the cash

he collected along the delivery route.

Looks to me he grabbed
as much as he could

before he got shot.

Listen.

I'm not rooting for this to turn out

in any particular way...

but sometimes the facts
are just the facts.

You want to check my math?

You be my guest.

And if you find something,
you let me know.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(MOTOR IDLING)

Come on, man, let's go. Hey!

Hey!

Did Leroy send you? Hey!

LAPD. You all right?

- (PANTING, GRUNTS)
- I got you.

- (GRUNTS)
- You okay?

Uh, been better.

- What happened?
- Was getting ready to open,

taking the trash out, when those guys

come in, put a gun to my face

and say to turn over the security footage

from the camera outside.

Took the whole DVR and
left. Of course, not before

pistol-whipping me for no good reason.

Here, let me help you.

Did you see the footage from yesterday?

- Nope.
- Any chance there's a backup?

Uh, might be.

Boss would know, but he decided to take

his little slam piece to
Punta Mita for the week.

Left me alone to deal with this crap.

Oh, come on.

Every damn day.

Homeless guy comes 'round
the block every morning

dumpster diving for recyclables.

Leaves a mess that I got to clean up.

Was he in the area yesterday morning?

Like I said, every damn day.

- What's he look like?
- Red beanie,

pushes a shopping cart. Name's Disco.

Disco?

Man, Mr. Kim don't pay me
nearly enough for this.

HICKS: How are we doing
with the shooter's wife?

Tan's still working with Lara on a list

of her husband's potential targets.

- But I was hoping you had a minute.
- What's up?

Agent Benson came to see me this morning.

Says she needs me for another
undercover assignment.

- How long?
- One month.

Is there an LA connection?

- No, not really.
- Well, let her down easy.

There's no need
straining that relationship.

Well, a-actually, I'm considering it.

She's trying to poach you, Cortez.

I mean, come on.
It's not a one-month gig.

One month turns into two,
just long enough

for you to fall in love with
the job and decide to stay on.

I know this play;
hell, I've made this play myself

to grab personnel from other departments.

Even if it were a play,
I wouldn't let it happen.

I'm happy here.
This would only be one month.

You're on a short list for

Director of Police Operations.
You want jeopardize that?

No reason I can't do both.

During the Mexico City operation,

being in the field again,

all the responsibility on my shoulders,

I-I felt useful.

It was different. Exciting.

It's your career.

You really want me to sign off

on this, I'll do it.
But you keep in mind:

when they do interview you
for Police Ops,

they're gonna want someone who's

happily married to the LAPD,

not someone with a mistress at the FBI.

You take this gig, you can kiss
Police Ops good-bye.

TAN: Just got a hit on the BOLO

we put out on Lara's car.
98th and Avion, right by LAX.

Bank that foreclosed on the
house is just a few blocks away.

Let's go.

♪ You could take it from the top ♪

♪ And I'll still make it hot ♪

♪ That's just how I gotta do
whenever it drop, yeah ♪

♪ I'm recorded on various equipment ♪

♪ If you going negative,
then you keep your distance ♪

♪ But if you're trying
to impress, we could make ♪

♪ A whole lotta fun chaos
out of the mess... ♪

(MUSIC FADES)

All right, Luca, stay behind the wheel.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

30-David. Shots fired.

(SCREAMING)

Tan and Street,
get those civilians to safety.

We'll keep Black Betty here,
provide some cover.

Chris, can you get up high,
get eyes on Brad?

- Get in... Sir! Get behind us.
- CHRIS: The parking garage.

He's still using the bolt-action.

- I can move btween shots.
- All right, go.

(SCREAMING)

Move, move, move, move!
Get away from the windows!

Away from the windows.
Get behind me. Get behind me.

30-David to Command, we could
use some eyes in the sky.

Air support's still waiting on approval

from air traffic control.

Hey, I got to get these people
behind that glass!

- Open that door!
- Okay, over here.

DEACON: There, Chris.

He's on the roof by the swap meet.
Behind the A.C. unit.

Almost there!

- DEACON: Tan, how we doing in there?
- Almost done!

Hey! Lock that door, stay down.

On our way. Move, move, move.

STREET: Everybody in the bank is safe.

I can't see him from up here.

(SCREAMING)

Go, go, go, go!

Let's go, let's go!

Move it out! Move out!

Tan, Luca, take the back five.

Street, you keep eyes on the crowd.

- Come on, come on!
- STREET: Move it out!

TAN: Let's go, let's go!

- Get up!
- Let's go!

- DEACON: Chris, I'm going up.
- I got you.

STREET: Hey, move out!

This way, this way.

Let me see your hands!

Get out. Get out, get out.

Move, move, move, move!

Not here.

Tan, Luca, check the door
on the north side.

Street, you keep checking the crowd.

Chris, anything?

CHRIS: Nothing from up here.

Street?

STREET: Nope.

HICKS: So Brad Thomas
is still in the wind.

I thought we had this area locked down.

Is he that smart or just lucky?

Well, it's a little bit of both.

Airships couldn't get there in time

because of the proximity to the airport.

He must've slipped through
our perimeter in all the chaos.

He hijacked a woman's red Honda CR-V

two blocks north of the bank.

At least he ditched his rifle.

He still has his Glock, though.

Lara gave us a list of people
Brad might go after.

We're covering the hospital
where their daughter was taken,

and the restaurant downtown
where he used to work.

Even have officers watching
people who left bad reviews

of Brad's customer service online.

We're still analyzing Brad's
social media for any clues

to locations or people
we might have missed.

We found this in the minivan.

It's a invoice for a towing company.

Explains why he took Lara's car.

His got towed last night.

Could be another possible target.

What about the wife?

You think she could be a target
because of the divorce?

JESSICA: Possibly.
We wanted her to stay here,

but her rehab center wanted her back.

Felt she needed supervision
given what's happened.

We sent a uni with her just in case.

Six months ago, this guy
had everything to live for.

JESSICA: Now he thinks he
has everything to die for.

Get over to the towing
company. Take Luca and Tan.

I'm gonna send Street and Chris

to go check on Brad's mother-in-law.

(SIREN WHOOPS)

LAPD. You Disco?

You can't arrest me. Those bins
are on public property.

Relax, I ain't trying to arrest
you. I just want to ask you

a few questions about
the shooting that went down

a few blocks over yesterday morning.

Somebody said you might've been

in the area. Did you see anything?

Not sure. Maybe you have something

- that could jog my memory?
- How much?

50?

Deal. As long as you
give me something useful.

So, I'm on my usual route,

when I see this guy sneaking
into a delivery truck.

I figure he's robbing it, but
not my cart, so not my problem.

- Did you get a look at the guy?
- Nuh-uh.

A few seconds later,
the other kid comes out,

- they start arguing.
- What kid?

- What'd he look like?
- The other kid.

The-the one that got shot.

Anyway, they're arguing,
fighting over a box of something

and bam! I didn't
stick around after that.

Rode my cart right out of there.

That's a pretty cold thing
to be doing to someone you know.

Wait a minute. What makes
you think they knew each other?

They were talking, whispering.

Must've been a minute
before they started fighting.

- You're sure about that?
- Yes, sir.

(PAPER CRINKLING)

Yeah, Billings?

I got an update.

Do you think he was playing us all along?

Just saying "Yes, ma'am," "Yes, sir,"

all the while
just pulling stuff like this?

You cannot believe
that he played a part in this.

I mean, maybe the Darryl
that first got out of juvie,

but not this Darryl.

He's only been with us
a couple of months, Ma.

You really think that's enough time

to offset being raised wrong?

I mean, maybe
he was already too far gone.

There was a time
when I thought I lost you.

Sneaking out, tagging,

boozing, smoking,

doing God knows what.

You weren't much different from Darryl.

I've seen boys

who are too far gone.

Darryl isn't one of them.

(PHONE RINGING)

I got to take this.

Detective?

BILLINGS: I have no idea how you did it,

but that ballistic report came
back in record time.

The gun used in Darryl's
shooting was fired once before.

Self-defense during an apartment robbery.

And get this,
it's registered to Jorge Romero.

Darryl's boss?

Yep. He's out on a delivery run
right now.

I'll send you the address.

TAN: Almost there, Luca. Take a right

up here, then tow yard's the second left.

- Yo, Luca? You with us?
- LUCA: Yeah, sorry, uh,

I heard you, I was just thinking.

Have either of you ever written
a letter of recommendation

- for a school before?
- DEACON: Oh, I've never

written one, but I had
to ask Hicks to write one

for Lila to get into preschool.

Preschool. (CHUCKLES)

Only in L.A.

- Why?
- I called the charter school

that Kelly's trying to get into
and the principal said

I could write a letter of recommendation,

but it needs to be in by tonight.

- How's it going?
- Terrible, man. I mean,

I started a few times, but I got, like,

a million things I want to say.

I don't even know where to start.

Then screw the letter.
Talk to the principal.

What do you mean, face-to-face?

Yeah. My best friend growing up,
his pops sold insurance.

Used to say it's always harder
for someone to say no

to your face... and nobody's
gonna say no to you in person.

You're huge.

(CHUCKLES)

(GRUNTING)

I think that's Brad's car over there.

It was parked five minutes
over the limit. They towed him.

That'd sure piss me off, too.

Enough to go on a killing spree?

Well, he lost his kid, his
job, his home and his wife.

Didn't have anyone
to throw him a lifeline, man,

It's probably not just one thing.

Place is open. Where's the owner?

- Hello?
- Hey, I got a body!

(GUN CLICKS)

Dead several hours, I'd say.

LUCA: 22-David requesting

patrol supervisor
at Dunham Towing on Oak.

Advise RHD and the coroner's office.

DEACON: Brad must have
come here this morning

before the restaurant shooting.

- This is the catalyst.
- Didn't have $384

to get his car out of the towing
jail, so he kills this guy.

TAN: Went home, got his gun and made

a mental list of all the people
he was pissed at.

Then he takes his wife's car
and he makes the rounds.

All right, so who's next?

(EXHALES) Let's sweep the lot.

See what we find.

I got a dozen receipts,
all from the same flower shop.

- And the address?
- Yeah, 2400 block of Cheshire Way.

Wait, that's right near
Highland Memorial Park.

That's where his daughter's buried.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah.

JESSICA: We have a problem.

Brad's taken Lara.
Snatched her from rehab.

Shot a uni with his Glock to get to her.

- Is the officer okay?
- JESSICA: He will be.

But the next one might not.

Any idea where he could be taking her?

I got a hunch.

Jorge?

Oh, hey, guys.

- What's up?
- HONDO: We found your name

registered to the gun used in
the robbery, so no more games.

Who shot Darryl?

It was my nephew, Luis.

I saw him run off with my cashbox,

just when I came outside.

Didn't realize he used my gun.

Listen, I've been looking out for him

ever since his dad passed
a few years back, okay?

The kid needed a good influence,

and I tried to be that for him.

I-I even had him
working with me for a while.

Did you know he was gonna rob your truck?

Come on, I had no idea.

He recently started jabbing
needles in his arm.

Right now he'd sell his
own mother for a hit.

He knows there's cash
when we make deliveries.

So, I-I don't know.

I guess he thought he could make
a quick buck robbing his uncle.

Any chance Luis and Darryl
planned this thing together?

Oh, I doubt it.
I mean, they met once or twice before,

but nothing more than "Hey, what's up?"

The cash in Darryl's pocket.

Do you know anything about that?

We delivered to a few stores in a row.

I told Darryl to hold onto the cash

until we got back on the truck.

You failed to mention that yesterday.

Hey, I was just looking
out for my nephew.

Where is Luis now?

He's been living at his
girlfriend's the last two months.

We're gonna need the
girlfriend's name and address.

Jasmine Martinez, open up!

- LAPD!
- Luis Romero,

if you're in there,
we need you to cooperate.

You're life is in danger, man.

Your best-case scenario
is to come with us.

We got a rabbit! Billings,
you two cut him off that way.

You're with me, come on.

- (LUIS GRUNTS)
- Where you going?

Huh? Where you going? Cuff him.

Why'd you do it?

Huh? Why'd you do it to him?

What's up?

What's up? You want to try me?

I guarantee you
it ain't gonna go your way.

Sergeant, we got a problem here?

Nah. Nah, we ain't got no problems.

They were just leaving.

You tell Leroy this is done.

And I kept my word.

Hey. Hey. Just tell me one thing.

What were you and Darryl talking
about before you shot him?

He was trying to stop me.
Said I didn't have to do it.

That he used to be like me,
but he changed.

Stupid kid should've kept his mouth shut.

Well, looks like we cracked it.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Couldn't have done it without you.

- At least, not this fast.
- Right.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hey, Ma, what's going on?

CHARICE: Hondo,
you need to get back here quick.

- What happened?
- I don't know, I don't know.

His blood pressure started falling

and he was shaking and now
they're rushing him to surgery.

I'm on my way.

Hey, you think he's gonna
off himself here?

Well, he started the day planning to die,

what better place to do it?

Brad, please, stop.
I don't want to be here.

Just-just let me go.
I come here every day

to see Thea, to be close to her.

My poor baby.

We both miss her.

But it's okay

'cause she's better off now.
Don't you see that?

Okay, it's time.

- Let's go be with her.
- What?

You said you didn't want
to live without her.

No, no, I said I don't know how
to live without her.

This is the only thing that makes sense.

This world ain't right.

Come on, take it. You've been chasing it.

You're not gonna find
the answers at the bottom

of a bottle. This is how
you find your answers.

All three of us together again.

No.

- Babe, do it.
- Mm-mm. I don't want to.

TAN: Check it out, that's
the car Brad jacked.

Over there, to the left!

(SIREN WAILING)

- I don't want to! No!
- Yes, you do. Okay, listen!

(SIREN CHIRPS, STOPS)

I got Lara. Go!

- Are you hit?
- No.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

- Here, let me get you up.
- Okay.

- You all right? You hit anywhere?
- No, I'm good.

Okay, come on, let's get you up here.

♪ ♪

- Please don't hurt me.
- BRAD: You don't want

to see this, get out of here.

Shh.

Hey, Brad, put the gun down.

It's over.

Brad, don't do this, man, come on.

- You don't want to die today.
- You stay back.

Okay.

Okay. All right. Calm down.

Let's just talk.

I know how you feel.

(CHUCKLES) I doubt that.

No, no, I-I do, trust me.

I came close to losing
it all, too; my wife,

my job, my home.

- Close, but no cigar.
- I got lucky.

But that anger that
you're feeling, I get it.

I felt it, too.

I blamed everybody. I blamed
the banks, I blamed the doctors,

I blamed God.

I kept thinking the world
was out to get me,

that maybe my family would be
better off without me.

What if I was more valuable
to them gone than here?

Cleaning up my gun.

That would've been easy...

make it look like an accident.

But you didn't have the guts to do it.

No, I-I had someone offer me a lifeline

before I had to make that choice.

That is why I'm offering you a lifeline.

I don't want a lifeline.

(GRUNTS)

Get down. Hands behind your back.

(BRAD GROANING)

DEACON: You didn't offer
the people you murdered

a choice whether they lived or died.

You don't get to choose either.

I heard what you said back there.

Basic negotiating...

form a connection,

say whatever you need
to build their trust.

That's all. I'm good.

(INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSIONS)

Mama, he was doing right.

He was trying to stop
someone from stealing.

He doesn't deserve any of this.

He's a good kid, he's a good kid.

- Things will be okay, I promise.
- How, Ma?

I'm sorry, but how,
how can you promise that?

Because that's all I got
for you right now.

Because, as your mother,
it's my job to tell you

that everything is gonna be fine,

everything's gonna work out,
even if I'm scared,

even if I don't have a damn clue
what's going to happen.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

DOCTOR: He's out of surgery.

He made it, but there were
some complications.

Despite our best efforts,
the wound in Darryl's leg

became infected and posed
a risk to his health.

We were able to save the leg,

but had to remove a great deal
of muscle tissue.

He'll be able to walk, but he'll
never have full functionality.

- But he's gonna live?
- Yes.

I'll give you a moment.

I'm around if you have questions.

Thank you.

Things will be okay.

(SIGHS)

Wait. Wait, wait. Principal Roberts?

Yes?

I'm glad I caught you. Your
secretary said you just left.

I'm Officer Dominique Luca.

We spoke on the phone earlier
about, um, Kelly Stewart.

Right. I'm on my way home, Officer.

You should've written that letter

like I mentioned on the phone earlier.

Look, I just need one minute, please?

Just one minute.

All right, but make it a quick minute.

Okay, quick. When I was growing up,

I didn't think I was worth
much of anything. Okay?

Teachers would call me to read in class

and I would just freeze up.

Kids would start laughing
at me, you know?

Like, they'd make fun of me,

so I start wailing on them
to shut them up.

And I got suspended more times
than I can even count.

I mean, my old man didn't even think

I was gonna amount to anything,

but when I was 14, I had a teacher,

his name was Mr. Clark,

he's the first person to ever
tell me that I was smart

and that I just saw things
a little differently.

And he took me to see a therapist

who diagnosed me with dyslexia.

So they helped work me
to learn how to read.

And after that, I-I stopped
getting in fights

and I turned my grades around.

And now I'm-I'm a SWAT officer.

You know, so I must've been
worth something,

and it was all because someone
gave me a second chance.

I've known Kelly for a year.

And you're not gonna read it in her file,

but she is kind and she's hardworking

and smart.

She just needs somebody
to give her a second chance.

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

- You start this fall.
- No way!

Yes way! (CHUCKLES)

Yeah!

Does this mean no more tutoring sessions?

Not a chance, kiddo. You can't
get rid of me that easy.

- Good.
- Yeah? Good job.

Thank you.

Yeah.

You said one month.

This is two,

- maybe three months' work.
- If I'd told you that

from the get-go,
you'd never have read the file.

Are you trying to poach me from SWAT?

Look, Navarro's a bad guy.

All right? The priority
is taking him down,

but if, at the end of the operation,

you felt like staying on, well,
there would definitely be

- a place for you.
- I have a place here on SWAT.

I can't just leave for three months.

Plus, I'm looking at a promotion.

It sounds great.

I assume it's more time behind a desk?

Cortez, you are too good
to be sitting on the sidelines.

You need to be out in the field.

(THUMPING NEARBY)

LAPD! Hands where I can see them!

Mom?

Mom?

- Who the hell are you?
- Who the hell are you?

This is my apartment
you're breaking into,

and that is my Blu-ray player

you're trying to steal. Bad move.

I wasn't breaking in. I got keys.

And I wasn't stealing, neither.
This is mine.

- Where'd you get the keys?
- Karen told me this was her place.

She said I could come by
and take whatever I wanted.

Is she okay?

Karen? How should I know?

How much does she owe you?

$200. You gonna pay me?

Pay you? You're-you're lucky
I don't arrest you.

Let me see this.

Frezno Tina? You're the one who
sold my credit card information.

She give you that, too? Where is she?

Where is my mom?

How much is it worth?

This Blu-ray player you want so bad.

Okay.

I'll tell you where she is,
but I'll warn you,

you might not like what you find.

(MONITOR BEEPING RHYTHMICALLY)

WOMAN (OVER P.A.): Charge
nurse on duty to NICU.

Charge nurse on duty to NICU.

(GROANING SOFTLY)

Darryl?

Hey, Darryl.

Don't worry, D.

Things will be okay.

- I promise.
- (MUFFLED): Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.