All language subtitles for S.W.A.T.2017.S04E04.WEB.x264-PHOENiX

Previously on SWAT...

Did you know Tan and Street
were signing up?

Why did you both sign up for TLI?

I told you guys two weeks ago
I was going for it.

Is it a big deal?

I don't love competing
against my teammates.

You're not seriously worried
about beating them, are you?

I know how good they are.

Tan's got one more cadre than me.

Street's been central
to huge undercover ops.

They don't feel like friends right now.

I'm looking at early parole, man.

I thought you had six,
seven more years at least.

I gotta go before the board in two days.

That's why I called you here.

You want me to speak on your behalf.

I just got out of class,
and got a collect call from prison.

- Your pop.
- Yeah.

He said he might be getting out early.

He said you're gonna help him
with his parole hearing.

I am not gonna speak on his
behalf at the parole hearing.

Leroy, I wish you luck, man,

but you're gonna have to do this
thing without my recommendation.

Yo, we ain't done, man.

Do not enter off Bruckman.

Take Anza Drive to the back entrance.

Roger that. Over.

Come on.

Good job.

Man, I don't know.

You worried you hit a curb or
something? I think you're good.

- Yeah. Wasn't he five seconds under?
- I didn't notice.

Some of these evaluators are hard-asses.

No telling what they're
gonna deduct points for.

You passed.

Told you.

Way to crush it. Told you.

- Attaboy.
- Not bad.

Not bad? Two cadres in two months?

He's making the TLI
competition a real contest.

I'll worry about my own stuff.

Is something going on with her?

You better get with the program, player.

TLI's mine.

I'm starting to smell victory.

All right, all right, all right.
Congratulations.

That's all you got?

You afraid to talk a little trash now?

Like I said, congratulations.

Damn, it's about time
you woke up, youngster.

Hey, don't forget you got
that Junior College Expo today.

Yeah, everything I need
I got; It's in my bag.

All right. Hey, Pops, you still good
to drive him, right?

- I sure am.
- All right, cool.

My team's running point at
the Rhodium memorial tomorrow,

which means things could
get a little crazy.

It says here that
they're selling tickets

to this woman's funeral?

Yeah, everything sold out
in under a minute.

Yeah, there's not a lot
of seats available.

Everybody else has to watch
the procession from the street.

27 years old. What a shame.

I also read something that said

if she would have
took a yearly physical,

they could have caught the
heart defect that killed her.

It's not weird for you?

You know, guarding Rhodium's memorial?

Especially with everything
she said about the police.

You know, D...

...a lot of people are saying
a lot of stuff

about the police lately,

and a lot of it is true.

As long as I keep doing things
the right way, and I make sure

the cops I work with do, too,

and we stay true to the community,

I just don't let it bother me.

And as far as Rhodium,
I heard some things.

But it just makes me think
that she must have had reasons

to feel the way she did.

You expecting somebody?

Leroy.

You look surprised.

I heard you got out.

Yeah, yeah, no thanks to you.

I just thought you might call first,
that's all.

You gonna invite me in or what?

Dad.

Hello. Ha ha.

You're looking good, boy. Huh?

What, Hondo got you hitting the weights?

- A little bit.
- A little bit.

Yeah, yeah, I see
a little something there.

You wouldn't know it to look at us now,

but, uh, I taught Hondo

everything he knows about lifting.

Mr. Harrelson, it's good to see you.

I heard about the cancer.
Keep up the fight.

Oh, don't worry,
I ain't got no quit in me.

Yeah, I know, I know.

So you just got out a couple of
days ago, is that right?

Yeah, yeah, I would have come right by,

but, uh, they had me doing orientation

at the halfway house, you know.

You got time for a bite?

Right now?

I asked you, not him.

Leroy, Darryl's got
a college expo today at 11:00.

Well, that sounds like that gives us

plenty of time, then,
to grab a little breakfast.

All right, well, listen,
if you can get him back by 10:00

so Pops can get him to that
expo, then I guess it's cool.

Ten's kind of early, man. I mean,

where's this expo at, Arizona?

Look, bro, uh...

this is my first chance in years

to spend time with my son as a free man.

Leroy, you two are gonna have

plenty of chances to get acquainted.

If things go well at that expo today,

you might be getting lunch with him

in a college cafeteria next year.

Hey, my friend T.C. is also
going to the expo, too.

I bet he can swing by and
pick us up wherever we're at.

There you go.

All right.

All right, but don't you be late.

All right, I won't. I promise.

I'll meet you there and
I'll drive you back home.

I'm just gonna go get my stuff.

All right. I'll be out front.

All right.

I'll be seeing you around, Hondo.

Mr. Harrelson.

This Rhodium memorial's

got everyone's eyes on us, which means

we're gonna have to deal with
more politics than usual.

High-profile event. I get it.

Good, 'cause Rhodium Spender's
mother's coming here at 1:30,

and I need you and Hondo
to do some hand-holding.

My plate's full.

We gotta do a final walk-through
of the procession route,

but we should be back by then.

Look, there's a lot of people wondering

how the LAPD's gonna treat
the family of someone

as hard on the police as Rhodium was.

Commander, you know that we're
taking this as seriously

- as we would any event of this scale.
- Yeah.

I know that, but not everyone does.

Millions of people are gonna
be watching this on television.

Good. They'll see us at our best.

We do checks on any of these
second-story locations?

Rocker's team's handling it.

All right, let's get confirmation.

Anybody on the route with
higher than ground-floor windows.

I'm on it.

Street, there's still a lot of
cars in the no-parking areas.

Tows are coming tonight.

Think anybody would be stupid enough

to go after this memorial?

- L.A. loves Rhodium.
- There's a lot of people

still pissed off about
what she did on that show.

Can you blame 'em?

Giant screen on stage showing
all the names and photos

of unarmed people killed by the police.

She could have at least had
half the screen

showing the names of police
officers killed in the line of duty.

Aw, come on, Deac, name a celebrity

who doesn't get on
a soapbox now and then.

More like jumped on the bandwagon.

Not a word until the protests,

and then it's all about
defund the police.

Maybe she wasn't saying
defund the police before,

but she definitely spoke out
against bad police shootings.

And she put her money
where her mouth was.

Did a lot for the neighborhood
after she made it.

Not to mention her music's awesome.

There's a reason the crowd's
gonna be huge.

All right, guys, come on.

That's enough.
Everybody's had their say.

Deacon, Chris, help me
check the outer perimeter.

Tan, Street, check the exit routes.

So, dude, what's up
with the TLI competition?

I didn't see the spark
in your eye this morning

- at the motor pool.
- Is this you talking more trash?

No, for real.

How come you're acting like
you don't care if you win or lose?

Well, I mean, losing TLI
wouldn't be the worst thing

that ever happened to me.

Hondo, I found something.

- Is that what I think it is?
- AR-15.

They probably hid it here ahead of time

because they knew they couldn't
get it past the checkpoints tomorrow.

Is this the only one?

It was so well hidden
I almost missed it.

Could be more out there.

Last thing the city needs right now.

Yeah, well, it's not gonna
happen on our watch.

Get some unis up here to help clear

the rest of the areas,
then meet me back at HQ.

30-David requesting backup
officers at our current location.

megasubtitles.com

A week before Rhodium's death,
she had to reschedule

a meeting with community leaders
in San Diego

due to multiple bomb threats.

Now, San Diego PD wasn't able
to pinpoint a specific computer,

but they were able to trace the threat

to an IP address
right here in Los Angeles.

Tan's working with our tech guys
to see if they can find

anything San Diego missed.

Not a smoking gun,
but at least it's something.

What about the AR-15?

Equipped with
brand-new mounting bracket,

specifically for
an M203 grenade launcher.

Grenade launcher? My God.

M203s are illegal in California,
so he either bought it

out of state or was able to find

a local seller willing to skirt the law.

Now, Chris has a CI
in the weapons surplus world,

so she's working that angle.

Mrs. Spender. I'm Commander Hicks.

These are Sergeants Harrelson and Kay.

Sergeant Harrelson's team
is, uh, running point

on security for Rhodium's memorial.

Please, call me Jillian.

And you can call my daughter Monica.

Rhodium was just her stage name.

It's the name of one of
the rarest elements on Earth.

And it's worth
three times as much as gold.

That's right. When she
was just ten years old,

soon as she learned about
rhodium in school, she said,

"That's what I'm gonna call myself

when I'm a famous singer."

Well, it's a pleasure
to meet you, Jillian.

Now, our plan was to walk you
through the security arrangements

for tomorrow, but the situation
seems to have changed.

Yes, I was told
there's been a credible threat.

I'm not surprised.

Monica inspired a lot of people,

but she also pissed a lot of people off.

Any recent threats
to your daughter or her fans?

She got a box of threats a day.

Well, that's exactly
the kind of information we need,

especially anything that stood out.

If you'd like to step into my...

I'm sorry. I have a question.

Sure.

Sergeant Harrelson,

your team is handling
my protection tomorrow?

Yours and everyone else's, yes, ma'am.

And is Sergeant Kay part of your team?

Yes, I am. Is there a problem?

Three months ago,
Monica was speaking at an event

in Hollywood, and her usual
security team wasn't available.

We tried to hire your company.

You turned us down.

Said you couldn't in good conscience

work for someone who said the
things she said about the police.

So if you need to excuse yourself now,
I'd understand.

That won't be necessary.

I can assure you that Sergeant Kay

will not let his personal feelings

get in the way of doing his job.

He's one of the best men I've
ever had under my command.

I see.

Well, is there somewhere I can sit

while I detail our most recent
death threats for you?

Absolutely. We can use my office.

Right this way.

By the way, it's not like
I was their only option.

Deacon, just try to look at it
from Jillian's perspective.

Rhodium made a stand about police
brutality, but not all police, Deac.

In her mind,
if you got a problem with that,

then maybe you're part of the problem.

I'm part of the problem?

It's not just that.

It's this whole
"defund the police" nonsense.

Not exactly the thanks we deserve

for going out there
and risking our lives every day.

And to her, it might be just
something that she's chanting,

but a thing like that changes
the way people look at us.

It makes our job harder.

And I hear you, and that is one truth.

There's also another truth, man.

We got guns on our hips.

We got the power to end a life.

Look, maybe it doesn't hurt

to have some people out there
holding us all accountable.

Are you trying to calm me down
or-or make me angrier?

Deacon, you and I both know
that sometimes we get asked

to take on problems where
there's no one right answer.

What Rhodium was talking about is

maybe some things
can be solved without a gun.

I don't like the mom implying

that I won't go out there
and do my job tomorrow.

Take a bullet just like anybody else.

Okay, so then you get out there
and you prove her wrong.

Without the taking the bullet part.

Looks like Tan and Street might
have found something. Let's move.

We've been looking into
the list of threats

that Rhodium's mom got us;
Good number of them

link back to the Blue Boys.

Yeah, I've heard of them.

Can't stop talking about
how much they love the police

and happy to break the law to prove it.

The Blue Boys
doxed Rhodium a while back.

They found her home address,

put it out on the Internet
so all the haters

could send nasty stuff
right to her front door.

Plus, you might have noticed
the murals of Rhodium

that have been popping
up all over the city.

These guys are defacing them
as fast as they can find them.

It's a pretty big leap
from vandalism to threats

to shooting grenades
at a crowd of innocents.

Well, a lot of times,
groups like this have

rogue members who don't feel
the group's extreme enough.

There's a new mural
nearby. Somebody put it up

on the Blue Boys' social
media site this morning.

We figure we camp out on it,
maybe we see who stops by.

Keep me updated.

I got everyone with a city hall
e-mail address all over my ass.

It's days like these I wonder
why I ever put on a shirt and tie.

Man, whoever did this one... a real fan.

They combined the outfit she wore

on her first tour with the necklace

from the cover of the Anasazi album.

You know I'm not gonna
stop asking, right?

About the TLI competition.
What's your problem?

It's the Chris thing.

Dude, are you serious?
She was mad for, like, a minute.

She's onto trying to whup our asses.

- You should try to do the same.
- I don't think she's over it.

You heard her. To her, it's like
this huge betrayal that we signed up.

And now we're all competing
against each other.

I mean, team morale is just more
important to me than winning.

I think you're looking too much into it.

But, hey, if your heart's not in it,

you know, pull your name,

make it easier for me to get that "W."

Check it out.

I don't think they're here for selfies.

Hey, what up, fellas?

Nice mural.

You guys looking
to touch it up or something?

Afternoon, Officers.

I imagine you already
know what we're doing

and why we're doing it.

Someone put a lot of effort
into painting this thing.

If they weren't breaking the
law when they painted it,

we're not breaking the law
painting over it, so...

So, you guys just hate Rhodium so much

that you spend
your free time going around,

destroying other people's art?

She was the one spreading hate.

For people like you.

You're holding back the jungle,
Officers, and I salute you.

Any Blue Boys you know
of who might want to do

more than just paint over murals?

We don't really have members.

We're decentralized.

- Really wish I could help.
- Yeah, yeah, sure.

You parked in the red zone.

I'll just call the tow.

No. Hold up, man.

- I got to be at work in an hour.
- Yeah, hold on.

Hi. Uh, I need a tow truck right away.

Fine.

There's one guy.

I never met him. We kicked
him out, by the way.

But he was real angry
about tomorrow's memorial.

- What's his name?
- I only know his screen name.

Could probably find out more
from the site admin.

Sounds like a plan.

Santa Monica Community
College actually seems pretty cool.

I liked a lot of the colleges, though.

All right, well, listen, kid.

You know, Santa Monica would be
great for online classes,

but I don't know if you're
gonna like that commute.

You'd have to get up before I do.

You think I'm-a be
taking morning classes?

Not your little sleeping ass, no.

What happened with your pop?

- How'd that go?
- Uh, it was okay.

- He seems good.
- He didn't keep you, though?

You made it to the expo on time, right?

Yeah, yeah. It-It's all good.

Darryl, he is your father.

And you know I respect that.

It's just you've accomplished so
much over the last couple years.

I just don't want to see
anything get in the way

of continuing that progress.

Look, look, I-like I said...

I know. I know. It's all good. I got it.

All right, I got to jump.

I got to finish this paper, all right?

All right,
you take care of that homework, kid.

I'll see you tonight.

All right.

Hey. What's up?

Hey. So we looked into the IP address

that the Blue Boys gave us

for the guy
they kicked out of the group.

Turns out it's the exact same IP address

that made the threats against

Rhodium's activism summit in San Diego.

- Did you get a name?
- Paul Garcia.

And get this. His twin sister...

She was a sheriff's deputy
killed in the line of duty last year.

Makes sense why he would have an
ax to grind with Rhodium and her fans.

Paul Garcia also used the same
IP to reserve an Airbnb,

tomorrow, just outside
the procession route.

Nice work, Deac. Let's get the team.

Already getting tac'd up.

LAPD! We have a warrant!

Give me two. Give me two.

Hondo.

All right, spread out and...

Upstairs.

Tan, cover the front door. Come on.

Two, two, two, two.

- Paul Garcia!
- Going down.

Paul Garcia, stay right there.
I said stay right there.

That's 20 feet down, man.

She doesn't deserve a parade!

I hear you, but just come back

over here, and we can talk about it.

My sister's the one
who deserved a parade.

It's idiots like Rhodium

that get people like my sister killed!

You're gonna get yourself hurt, man.

Okay, okay.

Your sister was killed
in the line of duty, right?

Protecting innocent people?

You think she'd want the folks tomorrow

at the memorial to get hurt?

- Of course not.
- All right.

Then why don't you go back inside

and let's talk about the gun
you planted at the bluff.

The gun?

What gun?

The other two banners
are a little bit more X-rated...

One for each front-facing window.

He was gonna unfurl them simultaneously

as the procession was passing by.

San Diego PD's gonna
take him into custody.

They want to charge him
for making the bomb threats.

Told them to make sure

that he talks to
a mental health professional.

Kid needs help.

Yeah, well, it still doesn't
get us any closer to finding

the person that hid
that AR-15 out there.

Chris, what's up with that CI of yours?

Still haven't heard back.

You know what might
light a fire under her ass?

Passes to the memorial.

I know how that sounds, but
it's the hottest ticket in town.

Bartering with funeral tickets?

And if we had a suspect,
I'd tell you hell no.

You tell your CI, if she
gets something that pans out,

I'll get her front row seats.

Yeah?

Yeah, I got your chicken.

I didn't order any chicken.
Got the wrong address, sorry.

This is unit 2B, right?

Yeah, but I didn't order
any chicken. You probably...

- Whoa!
- Against the wall!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Don't say a word!

- Don't say a word!
- Whoa! Easy, man.

Don't shoot, okay?
Take whatever you want, okay?

- You can take my...
- I said shut up!

Come on.

You want some more coffee?

Yeah, a little bit.

Pop, how late was he?

About an hour.

An hour?

So, on top of lying about being on time,

he missed half the expo?

Damn it, I thought
he was serious about this.

Been a long time since
he spent time with his father.

I know he's got mixed feelings,
but there's a part of him

that's curious, and he knows
you're trying to keep them apart.

You know, I ain't gonna lie.

Half of me wants to tell him
that he can't see Leroy, but...

The other half doesn't want to
keep a teenage boy from his father.

Darryl has come so far.

I can't just sit back
and let Leroy ruin that.

You're always the one that's telling me,

don't look at things so black and white.

Maybe it's not "don't let him see Leroy"

or "let him see Leroy."

Maybe there's another way.

Hmm?

All right, great. Bring him in.

Well, the memorial
tickets did the trick.

Chris's CI came through?

Got the name "Frank Espinado."

Local gun dealer with access
to grenade launchers.

Apparently he's got relaxed standards

when it comes to waiting periods.

Chris is picking him up now.

All right, that's great.

Jillian Spender just showed up.

Hicks wants us
to update her on our progress.

So you still don't even have a suspect?

Or know whether this
person has a backup plan

to hurt my family or my daughter's fans?

No. Not yet. But we are
following several leads.

And we are more than capable
of protecting you

and everyone at the memorial.

We have no plans to cancel or delay it.

Good. I'm not interested
in running from threats.

That's not what Monica was about.

She faced adversity her whole life.

Saw things...
she never should've had to see.

Jillian, I know your
daughter didn't talk about it publicly,

but I think I know
what you're referring to.

The boy's family asked her to
keep it as private as she could.

But it's the reason she felt so strongly

about holding police accountable.

What exactly happened?

If you don't mind talking about it.

Monica was 15.

She was just singing in the church then.

This was before her first record deal,

so we were still living
in public housing.

She was outside the building
with Walter, her first boyfriend.

Some police rolled up.

They were looking for someone

and Walter "fit the description."

Boys were still
sagging their pants back then,

and Walter reached down to pull them up.

Just habit.

They said...

they thought he was going for a gun.

Shot him five times.

He lived. Sort of.

He's been in a vegetative state
ever since.

That's terrible.

I've got kids; I-I can't
imagine something like that

happening to one of them.

I'm sure your kids
aren't the kind these things

tend to happen to.

Police figured they were
guilty of something

soon as they saw them.

Just because of where we lived.

Monica saw how police
treated her different

once she was famous.

Way different.

We were the same exact people.
Just had nicer cars.

I heard Monica paid to get Walter

- the best housing in the city.
- And the best doctors.

Soon as she could afford to.

That's the kind of girl she was.

Why people loved her.

And that's why we're not
gonna let anything

ruin her memorial.

As you can see, I run a legal business

and keep meticulous records.

Yeah, I'm looking at your
meticulous records right now,

Mr. Espinado, and you've got a record

for the purchase of that AR-15,

coupled with a mounting
bracket for an M203

grenade launcher,
only the name and the address

listed here, it's, uh, it's fake.

Makes me wonder about the
other names in that book.

Any of them real?

All I can do is enter
the information I'm given.

There's a waiting period for these guns.

You had plenty of time
to check out the information

before the buyer took delivery.

You'll have to give me
a day or two to look into it.

Yeah, well, we don't have a day or two.

We need a name
or a description of the person

that bought that stuff
and we need it right now.

- I can't recall.
- You know what I recall, Mr. Espinado?

When we picked you up this morning,

you were selling a gun
to someone in your garage.

I'm a gun dealer.
I sell guns for a living.

Pretty sure California law says
gun dealers can only do business

in buildings designated
in their license.

Great. My house is on my license.

Can I go now?

Your garage isn't
connected to your house.

So technically,
it's a separate building.

- For real?
- Mm-hmm.

You're gonna charge me with that?

Why shouldn't we?
Let your expensive lawyer

battle it out with the D.A.

This kind of garbage is why people
put down fake names.

When it comes to the Second Amendment,

there's always a loophole
to take your rights away.

Nice try, but I'm not playing.

All right, the person that
bought that grenade launcher

is looking to kill people.

And I'm guessing you don't want to
be connected to something like that.

How do I know you're not lying?

Cops lie all the time.

Look, we're talking about someone

turning today's memorial
into a bloodbath.

- You mean the Rhodium thing?
- Yeah.

The Rhodium thing.

Oh, hell no.

My daughter and grandkids
are going to that.

Give me a pen; I know his real name.

He's bought from me before.

His name is Mitch Anderson.

Five years ago, his
father, Rick Anderson,

died in a shootout
with sheriff's deputies.

He was under house arrest,

he tampered with his ankle monitor.

When deputies arrived, he opened fire.

I remember this.

Mitch Anderson showed up
in the middle of the standoff.

Tried to rescue his dad
and almost hit an officer

trying to run through the barricade.

And he's already out of prison?

Plea deal. He only did four years.

As soon as he was released, he filed

a wrongful death lawsuit
against the county.

A judge dismissed it pretty fast.

All right, so he's got beef
with L.A. County.

What's that got to do with him
shooting up Rhodium's memorial?

Well, we haven't figured that out yet,

but what he's got planned is much worse.

He recently purchased an M203 launcher

specifically because it's
compatible with SIP grenades.

- Willie Pete.
- Willie Pete?

It's white phosphorous.
It's napalm on steroids.

That stuff goes through
cement like butter.

We think Anderson could really
get his hands on that stuff?

Most countries aren't using white
phosphorous grenades anymore,

but I have heard about old
stashes turning up from time to time.

And it only takes one.

The memorial
procession starts in two hours.

And until it does, I want every
officer under my command

out there looking for Mitch Anderson.

All right, previous addresses,
girlfriends, ex-girlfriends,

known associates, the works.

We're on it.

You know, I'm not some
crazy wacko with a death wish.

I plan on being around for a while.

Cops...

they always say that you can't get away,

but if you know
how to live off the land,

there are guys...

Actual terrorists even...

They don't catch them for years.

What I'm trying to say...

...is I'm not gonna hurt you.

I need you around.

You tell them how good I treated you

and you tell them why
I had to do all this.

You know how much they're
spending on this dumb-ass memorial?

City and county combined,
it's more than three million.

It's crazy, right?

My dad...

...he got a thousand-dollar fine

for P.I.

That's public intoxication.

He goes to jail

for 30 days.

They added late fees
for the time that he was inside.

Late fees.

You believe that?

Put him on house arrest
when he gets out,

they bill him another thousand dollars

for the ankle monitor.

And they tell him that
he's gonna go back to jail

if he doesn't pay the bill on time.

He decides that he's
gonna get drunk one day,

starts calling, texting me
while I'm at work.

Telling me how he's just gonna
cut the damn thing off his ankle

and dare 'em to come and bring him in.

Idiot, right?

Idiot!

And I didn't make it home
in time to stop him.

You know, the city...

the cops, they can kill my dad
for a few thousand bucks

but they can spend millions

for a funeral for some singer?

Sunil?

Hold still.

Sunil, it's Gabby from next door.

I didn't see you go
for your run this morning

and I saw your car in the garage
so it doesn't look like

you went to work, either.

Just making sure you're all right.

Hey, Gabby!

I'm fine. Just not feeling well.

I-I think I might be contagious
so can't come to the door, okay?

Okay.

Were you home last night?

I saw a man coming in and out
of your place with some bags?

Oh, uh, my brother's in town.

Uh, he's just staying with me,
that's all.

Your brother?

Uh, uh, my step-brother!

I-I'm good, please.

Gabby, I-I really...
I really need to rest up

and get ready for the, uh,

for the Madden tournament this weekend.

Oh.

Okay. Well,

holler if you need anything.

Okay, sounds good, Gabby!
I will, thanks.

You know, there's something wrong

with grown men
who still play video games.

Shows a lack of maturity.

Almost time.

Let's go. Come on.

We love you, Monica!

How we looking, Deac?

Nothing yet.

With the range of that grenade launcher

that Mitch Anderson's using...

He could be way out of our sight

and still hit the procession;
Yeah, I know.

Tan, any word from HQ?

They're sending me every patrol
call within a quarter mile

as they come in.
It's a lot to sort through.

Let me know if you hear anything.

Wait, hold on. I might have something.

911 call from ten minutes ago.

A woman's worried her neighbor's
being held against his will.

What makes you think
he's connected to our guy?

A second-story condo...

It's been a while
since I did this kind of math,

but I'd say from that balcony,

it's pretty much a perfect trajectory

to hit the procession
at multiple points.

That could be something.
You and Deac check it out.

In the meantime, I'm changing
the procession route

so it doesn't go
anywhere near that location.

Yeah, roger that.

Back up, back up, back up!

Incoming! Two o'clock!

Go, go, go, go!

25-David to 20-David.
Suspect fired at us

and retreated back into the residence.

Copy, 25-David. En route.

What's going on?

Is everything okay?

They're just doing their job.

Help! Help!

Help!

It's 25-David. We got the hostage.

Suspect escaped on foot.

Thank God.

Did you guys get him?

Not yet.

Is it just the one guy?

White, wearing a blue hat.

Kept saying how cops killed his dad.

This him?

That's the guy.
H-How'd you guys know to come?

Did Gabby call?

One of your neighbors called 911.

It's got to be Gabby.
When she came and checked on me,

I told her I was playing
a Madden tournament.

But she knows how much I hate sports.

He left the grenades.

No. He's got more.

He-He's got a whole other bag
he took with him.

Did Mitch say anything to the hostage

about where he's headed
with those grenades?

No mention of a secondary target.

But the hostage said
that Mitch kept talking about

disappearing in the wilderness
for a while.

They found his SUV full of

brand-new camping and survival gear.

Griffith Park?

It's right there.

How long does he think
he can hide there?

That park's 4,000 acres.

There's a hundred ways in and out.

People have disappeared
in there for weeks.

Procession goes right by
one of the trailheads.

Mitch could still be planning to use

a few of those grenades
before he takes off.

We gotta get there fast. Let's move.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

There you go.

Mitch Anderson! On the ground!

On your knees, now!

Move, move, move, move, move!

Down on the ground!

I said down on the ground!

Mitch!

Do exactly what I say.

You get back!

I said get back!
Don't you come any closer!

Take it easy, Mitch.

Nobody's died yet. Nobody died?

My father died!

For $2,000!

And none of these people
had anything to do with that.

Yeah, no, I know.

They're all here for this funeral

that you paid millions for.

How much did they kill my father over?!

I hear you, man.

But it's tough to have this conversation

when you're pointing a gun
at an innocent person.

If you got a problem with us,

take it up with us, not her.

- Oh!
- He's running!

Move, move, move, move!

LAPD! Get down!

Everybody down!

Grenade! Get down! Get down!

Hey.

Go! Go! Go!

Get out of here. Run. Run. Move!

Deacon...

Stay there, stay there! Don't move.

Sergeant.

I was hoping we'd catch you.

Well, I'm just trying to get home.

Have a meal with my family.

I don't want to keep you,
Sergeant, but...

I want to thank
each one of you personally.

No thanks necessary.

I'm sure the team
would say the same thing.

Yes, well...

when we first met,

maybe I could've given you
the benefit of the doubt.

Well, after what your daughter saw

happen to her boyfriend, I can...

I can understand why you didn't.

See, I-I forget, sometimes,

that not every police officer
that wears that badge

holds himself to the high
standard that we do here at SWAT.

And I don't think I said this,
and I should've:

I am truly sorry for your loss.

Just heard you're going
for master gunner.

Yeah.

I figure, let all the others
walk into their eval with Hicks

bragging about how many cadres they got.

Anyone can earn a cadre.

One only person in all of SWAT

gets to be master gunner, so...

Hey, uh...

I know we got off on the wrong foot

with the TLI competition.

And you probably noticed that

I haven't been busting my ass
for this the way I normally would.

But that's not me.

And I can't do that anymore.

Good.

No one asked you to.

Not technically, no.

But the way you've been acting
lately says plenty.

I am not

mad at you and Tan
for entering the competition.

I'm not.

Just... treating you guys
like what you are.

For the moment, anyway.

You... you're the ones
that I need to beat.

You're in the way of something
I really want.

Some people can compete one minute

and be palling around the next, and...

And that's not you.

I get it.

Once the competition's over, though...

After I smoke your ass? Yeah.

Maybe things will go back to normal.

Maybe.

Stevens has had master gunner

locked up for the last three years.

If you can't dethrone him,

you're back to square one.

Well, go big or go home, right?

Looks like you're going home.

I've been the only one here

- for, like, an hour.
- Wow.

A whole hour?

I'm so sorry for being late.

Hey, it's all good.

I just got home myself, actually.

Have you eaten yet?

Just picked up some grub.

Uh, I can eat.

What about you, Leroy?

You want to sit down for a bite?

Oh, no, I'm good, man. Uh...

Halfway house got a curfew anyway.

Oh. All right.

Hey, but listen, um, this Saturday

there's a car show. It's up in Malibu.

But, you know, Pops can't be around

a lot of people till
his chemo's done, so...

Darryl's gonna be showing off his ride.

You should come.

I mean, you wouldn't mind that,
would you?

Uh, n-no.

You want to?

- Yeah, I-I'll see what I can do.
- All right, cool.

I'm-a just text you
after school tomorrow.

A'ight.

All right.

I see you, Hondo.

I see you.

Listen, I'm just trying

to bring Darryl's two worlds
together, man.

I raised him for two years,

but you're his father.

So why make him split his time?

Put that kind of pressure on him?

We're in this together, man.

Oh. Oh, we're in this together.

Even after you left me hanging
with the parole board?

- Leroy, come on...
- No, no. You... you talked plenty.

My turn.

Now, you done him some good,
I admit that.

I mean, he's more of a reader
than he was a few years ago.

But there's a lot more than books

that makes you a man.

Don't know if he can cut it
out there yet.

By "out there," I really hope
you're talking about college

and not the streets.

Well, like you said, Hondo...

I'm his father.