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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.

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 Collee
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, l-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.

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