All language subtitles for S.W.A.T. 4x11 - Positive Thinking (English)

Previously on SWAT...

She's dead.

Whoa. What are you talking
about? Who's dead?

Erika.

What happened, Chris?

A bullet winged Tan,

but Erika and I brought him out safe.

I think I was hit, too.

We didn't know Erika got hit

until just after.

Stop.

She's gone.

You sure you're ready to retire?

I'm ready. Nikki and I

got plans that don't include
me getting shot at anymore.

I'm proud to have
served this great city.

Oh, brand-new Corvette.

Very nice.

Told you clowns I was
getting out of here in style.

I'll wave to you on the 405.

Honestly, some days,
I don't even think about SWAT.

Oh, please.

You're either in denial, or
you're trying to pull my chain.

There's nothing like retirement, Bob.

You should try it.

I tell you I took up hiking?

After we get done with
this little project,

I'm gonna hit the Pacific Crest trail.

Jack Mumford in the wilderness
for five months?

You'd miss your
midlife crisis car too much.

If you're really serious, don't
let this case slow you down.

It's been cold for five years.
It ain't going anywhere.

I'm not getting my hopes up, if that's
what you're worried about.

Whether we find anything or not,

working with you
these past couple weeks...

Yeah, let's get out of here.

The straw in the water glass.

Yeah, I saw it.

Before the server gets it.

I got it.

Oh, great. Thank you.

You notice the two
with him are carrying?

I'm sure they did.

I was thinking about going shopping,
for socks this afternoon,

but now I'm thinking we should tail him.

What do you say?

- Yeah.
- Like it?

I do. It's great.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey!

- We were just talking about you.
- Oh, yeah?

All good, I hope.

Hmm.

What's happening here?

Why are you all suited and booted, kid?

And what's with the papers?

That's their business plan.

- Business plan?
- I-I was gonna tell you.

I was just waiting for
the perfect time. That's all.

Well, you got me real interested now.

Darryl and me... we're
starting a business together.

Little father-and-son thing.

I mean, for the betterment
of the community.

Yeah, we're actually
pitching something to Nichelle

to get some of the start-up
money that she's handing out.

From the funds donated by Othella Baker?

Oh, so you heard about that, huh?

Yeah, streets always hear when someone's

looking to improve things.

It's so good that
you're doing this for people.

Jobs give people hope, and
hope makes all things possible.

There you go.

What's this business idea?

Auto repair shop.

And you wrote up
a business plan already?

- Yeah.
- Yeah,

he put in a whole lot of work, too.

I got a real smart boy here.

You ain't got to tell me.

Um, there's an Al-Anon
meeting in 30 minutes.

I could use a hand setting up.

Darryl, why don't you go help Nichelle?

All right.

An auto shop?

Leroy, you throw a dime, you'll hit

three of 'em in this neighborhood.

We did our research.

There ain't one like this one.

We got a unique selling point.

We're gonna employ ex-cons,
give 'em a second chance.

- Ex-cons?
- Reformed ex-cons, a'ight?

Your girl gets it.

She has a... a real
appreciation for our vision.

Where you get the nerve to come
in here and talk to Nichelle?

You're talking like you're her man,

but I-I thought
she was seeing some other dude.

Watch yourself, Leroy.
I still care about that lady,

and I don't appreciate
you seeking her out,

trying to take advantage.

Hey, we're just one of many

throwing our hat in the ring
for some seed money.

Nothing wrong with that.

This Darryl's idea or yours?

You really think I'd pull my son
into something that ain't legit?

I've been trying my damndest
to live straight,

doing everything right, and
you still tossing shade at me,

hating on it all, and you ain't

- even heard it.
- I ain't hating on it or you.

I'm just wondering what
you're dragging Darryl into.

Dragging him?

Now you better check yourself,
Hondo. Auto shop

was his idea, after working with
your pops on cars all the time.

Is everything good?

Guys want to get something
to eat? I'm starving.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

You coming?

Nah. Nah, not this time.

All right. Then I'll see you tomorrow.

Thank you very much.
We really appreciate it.

I'll be in touch once
we've made a decision.

Cool.

I'll call you later, Nichelle.

Hey, Darryl?

You really spent a lot of time
on this business plan, huh?

Months. My teacher at school helped me.

Said it was one of the best
she'd ever seen.

She even gave me extra credit for it.

Look, we have this great USP,

and I feel like we can be
profiting within six months,

if we get the right start-up funding.

Whose idea was it to
ask Nichelle for that?

My dad's.

But it works, right?

Look, I need to start planning ahead.

I need a little bank for my future.

Darryl, I thought you were
gonna go to college first.

- What happened to that?
- Hondo, I need money now.

I'm still trying
to get visitation with my son.

I got lawyers to pay, court fees.

I need to be a part of Deon's
life before it's too late.

Do you know how many businesses
fail in the first year?

What happened to telling me
to dream big with my life, huh?

It's been over ten minutes.

Maybe we should go in.
It could be a robbery.

You're retired, I'm off-duty.

I've already called it in
as suspicious activity.

Unless we hear gunshots,
we're staying put,

and we'll see what...

Here they come.

Trey Mitchell and his two bodyguards.

That ain't no robbery. It's a pickup.

- What do you think? Meth lab?
- Well, we'll know soon enough.

Unis should be here any minute.

Go!

Sir,

I'm a police officer.

Drop the backpack

on the ground very slowly.

- Hey! Stop!
- I got your six!

Jack, down there.

I have eyes on the suspect.
I'm doubling back!

Freeze!

Don't you move.

Bob?!

Must be fentanyl. Damn it.

Give me your Narcan! Now!

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Commander.

- Mumford.
- Damn it.

I told you not to call him.

Sir, he didn't, but I wish he had.

My phone's been blowing up
with text messages about my boss

in an off-hours incident
that landed him in the hospital.

Well, as you can see, I'm just fine.

Turns out he can't handle his fentanyl.

Caught a snootful from a
lowlife street chemist.

I shouldn't have been close enough

to get hit by the stuff. Mental error.

Okay, guys, I'm still in the
dark, here. Will one of y'all

tell me what the hell happened?

You heard of the Echo Park Six?

It was before my time on SWAT, but yeah.

Task force with the DEA.

Y'all took down six heroin
distributors in one night.

Kept 80 kilos off the street.

- And that was how many years ago?
- Fifteen.

So what,
this is decades-old retribution?

Not exactly. The DEA wouldn't

even have known about the
Echo Park Six if not for SWAT.

One of my informants gave us a lead.

We shared the intel with DEA.

I never heard that part.

- Not something I like to talk about.
- Less than a week

after we took down the Echo Park Six,

our informant was murdered.

She was a recovering addict.

19 years old. Kid.

They did her with a hot shot.

She was dead as soon
as the plunger was pushed.

There was more battery acid

than heroin in that syringe.

There's a man's DNA

all over the scene,
matching DNA on a bottle

of battery acid
we found in a dumpster nearby.

And the DNA didn't match anybody
related to the Echo Park Six.

Didn't even match anybody
in any database.

Over the years, we check
back in from time to time.

You hear how they caught the,
uh, Golden State Killer, right?

Using online ancestry databases?

You want to try that to find this guy?

Well, that was Mumford's idea.

He came to me, he said

"Maybe this is how
we can finally catch him."

Nikki watches all
those true crime shows,

put a worm in my ear.

And, you know, I...
I got some extra time right now.

The closest probable match
we got was a fourth cousin.

Which means a lot of possibles.

Well, 34 just in the L.A. area, so,

we started tracking 'em down one by one,
and collecting DNA samples.

Well, if the guy you were on today

is slinging fentanyl, maybe
you already found your man.

Well, only the DNA test
can tell us that for sure,

but yeah, I mean,
we're thinking the same thing.

Which would mean justice for this girl.

Tonya.

Her name was Tonya.

She wanted to get clean.

Wanted to put the dealers
who hooked her in prison.

I shouldn't have let her do it.

She was a hell of a softball player

before the drugs took over.

You knew her
before she was an informant?

Yeah.

She was my goddaughter.

Sorry I got you out of bed.

It's cool. Don't worry.

I told the bar owner I was police,

and he still wouldn't give me the keys.

I'm glad you called me.

Wouldn't have been smart
to get behind a wheel.

I wasn't gonna drive.
Just wanted my keys.

How else am I gonna get
into the apartment?

And I didn't start that fight, either.

Dude just grabbed my ass.

I don't think he'll try that again

after you put him on the floor.

Got to say,

I was surprised you called me,
not Street.

He's got enough to handle
with Molly and-and the breakup.

Oh, you don't need to do that.

It's a mess. Uh...

I-I just haven't had time to...

- You know?
- Your eye looks real nasty.

Let me get you some ice.

It was for the housewarming.

It's late.

You don't have to stay.

Hey, Chris?

Should I be worried?

- I'm fine.
- You know, it's okay not to be okay.

Erika's only been gone for a few weeks.

I said I'm fine.

I won the T.L.I. competition, didn't I?

Okay, so, what I need is sleep.

You still talking to Dr. Wendy?

She signed off on me.

- I'm clear for duty.
- Yeah, I know.

Are you still talking to her?

Maybe it's a good idea.

You were living with Erika,
and loss is a process.

I'm dealing with it.

One shot at a time? Bar fights?

Like I've never seen you drunk before?

Not on a school night.

Look, take tomorrow off. Get some rest.

I'll come by after. We
can chat a little more.

I'll help you clean up, too, okay?

Hey, Tan?

Don't tell anyone, okay?

What's up, Mumford?

Hey, Jack. Hey.

No, I'm-I'm sorry. I-I forgot.

I will. I'll-I'll figure something out.

Okay. All right.

Love you, too. Bye.

Hey, Mumford.

Heard about yesterday.

Hope you didn't pull any muscles.

No, I'm golden. But from the sound

of that conversation,

looks like you're the one
with the problems.

- Annie giving you grief?
- No, no.

It's just I-I promised that I'd come up

with a donation for the silent
auction at Lila's new school,

and, uh, the deadline
was today. I forgot.

Yeah, that fancy-pants place.

How you liking those tuition fees?

Oh, nothing I can't handle.

My biggest problem right
now is trying to find

something impressive
enough to sit alongside

a weeklong stay
at a fancy villa in Cabo,

a sunset cruise on a yacht, oh,

and a behind-the-scenes look at SpaceX.

So, I guess a tour of L.A. crime scenes

from the back of a patrol
car is not gonna cut it?

No. If I don't come up
with something soon,

Annie's gonna...
Well, she'll be displeased.

Never make promises
to your wife you can't keep.

That's what I learned.

You've been married four times.

I didn't learn it right away.

Thought you were taking today off.

Decided not to. I'm good.

You sure?

Morning.

What happened to you?

Unpacking the last
of the boxes last night.

I put a blender on a shelf, and it fell.

Was it set on crush mode?

You should see the blender.

A blender fell on her?

How are things with Molly?

- She doing okay?
- I don't know, man.

Haven't spoken since the breakup.

Hicks know about it yet?

Molly must've told him
about it by now, right?

Nah. If he knew, you'd for sure be

on armory duty for the next year.

Anyway, think the commander's
a little preoccupied right now

- after his brush with death.
- What?

You got to start reading
your texts, dude.

That's why Mumford's here.

Mumford.

Hey. Still got
your head on a swivel, kid?

Yeah, we keep him in line.

Some lessons you never forget.

You mind if I borrow Deac real quick?

No problem. I have

important investigative business
to attend to.

What's up?

I can't tell

whether you're questioning my judgment

or just my authority.

But either way, you're pissing me off.

- It's neither one.
- Sir,

Street came to me expressing
his concern about Mumford.

Turns out it's a concern I share.

That's why we're coming to you.

I saw Buck a few weeks ago.

He mentioned Mumford's

been calling him a lot more than usual.

Talking about old cases.

Rocker's told me
that over the last year,

Mumford's hit him up more than once,

seeing if he can consult on raids.

Well, maybe he's just bored.

Or maybe it's more than that.

Buck said he seemed more,
uh, sentimental than usual.

He said he was worried about him,
and that's that's Buck saying that.

I've spent hours at a time
on stakeouts with Mumford.

If he was feeling desperate
for something to live for,

I think I would've noticed.

Sir,

some people hide it really well.

I don't think this is
about anything more for Mumford

than nailing the guy
that killed his goddaughter.

I appreciate your concern for
a retired brother in blue.

I'll keep an eye on him.

We done?

After an hour of going through mugshots,

these are the guys we saw
with Trey Mitchell yesterday.

Nestor and Adrian Hitzges.

- Never heard of 'em.
- "Bulletproof Boys,"

aka "Badass Incorporated,"

aka "Brothers Grim." One "M" in Grim.

Sounds like they need
to settle on a nickname.

Hired muscle for everyone

from snatch-and-grab crews
to drug operations like Trey's.

Do we know where they're at now?

Skipped parole a year ago.

Fake plates on the car we saw yesterday.

I got Tan looking through the
DEA's findings from the warehouse.

There's a chance we might
pick up a lead from that.

I worked up a dossier on Trey Mitchell

if you want to see it.

You put all this together
since last night?

Actually, I put it together on all 34
suspects when we started this.

- Right?
- Sounds like you ought to come

out of retirement
to be a detective, Mumford.

You kidding, right?

As soon as we nail this guy,

I'm going back to sleeping till 10:00

and long drives up the PCH
in the convertible with my lady.

Well,
looks like Trey's got quite the imprint

on social media.

Cars. Women. Jewelry.

Tell him his cover story
for how he affords

- that kind of lifestyle.
- Positive thinking.

No joke.

Some reference to real
estate investments,

but mostly positive thinking.

Well, he's got to be
laundering his drug money

through something. We'll look into it.

You didn't find
any connection between Trey

- and your goddaughter, Tonya?
- No.

Nothing pointed to Trey Mitchell
being the guy until yesterday.

Which I assume

is why you had us look
at 22 other guys first.

Trust me, if I knew that
Mitchell was doing dirt,

I'd have put him at number one.

Not that I don't like your company,

Bob, but this ass
wasn't made for stakeouts.

Duly noted.

- What do you got?
- The DEA sent over

some good intel on what
Trey Mitchell might be up to.

Based on what they found
at the warehouse,

they're definitely using it
as a drug lab,

but they're not making fentanyl
like we thought.

They're using fentanyl
to make fake oxycodone.

The painkiller?

That can't be good.

It's a lot worse than it sounds.

A lot of O.D.s, a lot of deaths.

Now, an oxy and a hit of
fentanyl are two different universes.

Now, these people aren't
hardcore drug users.

They're people
who lost their health insurance,

and they're stuck
buying their meds illegally

from people like Trey Mitchell.

Sounds like we got to
find these fake oxys

before Mitchell puts
them out on the street.

I'll talk to the commander.

Good work.

The DNA came
back off that drinking straw.

Trey Mitchell's a match to
the syringe that killed Tonya.

We finally got him, Jack.

Only took 15 years.

You got to let me come with
you when you pick him up.

We're not picking anyone up yet.

- What?
- Turns out Trey Mitchell is

making fake prescription drugs
laced with fentanyl.

Putting him under surveillance.

That's the best chance we have
of finding these pills

before they get out to dealers
and unsuspecting customers.

Offer him a deal if he tells you
where the pills are.

You really want the D.A. offering
Tonya's murderer a deal?

- 'Cause I sure as hell don't.
- Bob, we got him.

Put the cuffs on and sort it out after.

No, I'm sorry, Jack.

There could be dozens of O.D.s,
and I'm not letting that happen.

Nobody goes near Trey Mitchell

until we find those pills. Understood?

Yeah.

I understand.

What are we doing
to find those drugs fast?

Everything we can.

- Hey. Thanks for stopping by.
- Hey.

Sure. I'm on call,

but I figured it must be important.

I'm guessing you want to talk
about Darryl and Leroy.

Nichelle, look, I'm sorry.

I-I would've warned you if I had known

that Leroy was gonna come
knocking on your door.

Yeah. Sorry you weren't
in the loop on that.

But the truth is
Darryl's proposal is good.

Really good. I'm leaning
towards giving them the money.

Don't be doing this
as some type of favor to me.

I'm not.

They've done their homework,
and they were very convincing.

But I need

to pick people
who I believe can deliver.

And while I have faith in Darryl...

You're asking me if you can trust Leroy.

He says he's a changed man.

And for Darryl's sake, I really,
really want to believe that.

Then maybe someone should
give him a chance to prove it.

If this was just about Leroy,
I'd be down for that.

And sure, I got my doubts.

As long as I've known him,

Leroy has always been drawn
to the action.

But, end of the day,

if you say you believe
in rehabilitation,

then you got to walk the talk.

It's just my only concern...

- Darryl.
- Yes.

I just had all these hopes for him

after everything he's gone through.

I mean, this whole time,

I've just been trying
to broaden his horizons

and make him see
that he has possibilities.

But lately, I don't know. It just...

feels like he's been ignoring me.

Remind me, didn't you tell your father

you were ditching out on college

to join the Marines?

Touch�.

I'm not sure he wasn't right,
though, looking back.

Now, he can never know I just said that.

- I would never hear the end of it.
- Your secret's safe with me.

Thank you.

Would you mind giving me a heads-up

when you decide about the money?

Still got some thinking to do,

so yeah, sure. I'll let you know first.

Thank you.

I mean, the guy's always bragging

on social media about
investing in real estate.

So he might be using

an investment property as a stash house.

Yeah, I'm working on it.

It's worth a shot, right? Now,
I'm-I'm no computer whiz kid,

but if you put up another screen,
I could...

I'm on it, Mumford.

Right.

You know, I never saw
anybody use this chessboard.

Still working
on that silent auction thing?

Annie keeps sending me reminders
every five minutes.

What about tickets to something?
Like a basketball game.

One of the parents at this school

owns an NBA team.

Think I got to tell her I struck out.

Well, I hope the cot in the
spare bedroom is comfortable.

We've got four kids.
I don't have a spare bedroom.

Hey, think I might have found something.

Look, several of the boxes
they were storing chemicals in

were for kids' toys.

It's playground equipment. Too
much of it to be a coincidence.

Think these are things
he personally ordered?

Trey Mitchell

or the street chemist that
kicked fentanyl in Hicks' face.

If they are, we can trace the labels

and see where they were shipped.

Might even be the stash house

where they're keeping the pills.
Then we put that bastard

- Trey Mitchell in cuffs.
- We might not even need

to trace shipping labels.

Trey Mitchell's part owner
of an indoor playground

called Jub Jub's Fun Factory.

Looks like one of those
giant petri dishes full

of trampolines and foam castles

my kids are always begging
to have their birthdays at.

Just the kind of place that might place

a large order of playground equipment.

Look at this.

That's a pretty strong revenue stream.

Yeah, but only three online
reviews... all very negative...

Say the place
is hardly ever actually open.

Trey Mitchell is using this
place to launder his money.

Hell, it might even be the stash house.

What are you two mooks
waiting for? Let's go.

What do you mean no?

You were always gonna have

to give up the reins
at some point. You knew that.

I'm not asking
to be first through the door.

I just want to see
this thing through to the end.

And when we march Trey Mitchell in here,

I'll make sure
you have a front row seat.

But until we do that, we got

to track down these drugs.
And there's no reason

for you to be involved in that.

Involving a civilian,
even a retired SWAT officer,

could jeopardize the whole prosecution.

You know that.

Tonya was my goddaughter.

I'm the one who let her be an informant.

And I'm the one that signed off on it.

Look...

we both spent the
last 15 years wondering

if we put Tonya in unnecessary danger.

After yesterday,

I'm not risking putting you
in danger the same way.

Wasn't me who had
to get Narcan shoved up my nose.

I'll let you know what I find.

No problem.

Got plenty of things to do with my day.

Sorry to be so much trouble.

Hey, what's up, big man?

I'm Sergeant Harrelson, LAPD SWAT.

What's your name?

Theo.

You sure about that? You
seem a little uncertain.

Anyone else here?

What about Jub Jub?
Jub Jub here? This is

Jub Jub's Fun Factory, is it not?

How 'bout Trey Mitchell?

He ever come around?

I don't think you can come in here.

It's during business hours
and door's unlocked.

Yeah. And if that's
not good enough for you,

we got a warrant.

You don't mind if we look around, right?

Yo, Theo, you ran out of toilet paper.

They never learn.

- Street, get the kid!
- 10-4.

20-David to patrol, we got a runner!

Might be coming your way.

We got all exits
covered! Give yourself up!

Didn't look like he was armed.

- Might have weapons hidden.
- If they're using this place as a lab

like they were with that warehouse,

there could be fentanyl around,
too. Be careful.

I'm hitting the lights.

Chris, Tan, cover the three-four side.

Move. Deacon, you're with me.

Go.

Two, two, two.

Left side clear.

Right side clear.

I think he's in there.

Hold up, hold up.

We'll be totally exposed.

Got you covered.

Fine. You cover me.

Hondo,
I think we got him. Northwest corner.

Copy. Headed your way.

- He's on the move.
- We're on him!

Give it up!

Stop!

This is everything we kept.

You probably looked through it
all back when Tonya passed.

Just hoping
to find something I didn't know

to look for back then.

There's a new lead
you're following up on.

Might be something.

Might be nothing.

Was Tonya ever tight
with somebody named Trey?

Would've been a few years older.

Yes. She went on a few dates
with a boy named Trey, but...

that was years before she died.

You think he's involved?

I don't want to get
your hopes up, Mary Beth.

It's just a lead I'm
helping to follow up on.

Jack, it's me.

Don't treat me like I'm some
stranger you have to lie to.

Yeah. I'm sorry. I-I d... This is...

Difficult.

I know.

Of course you do.

I'm helping Bob Hicks
follow up on some new leads.

The DNA suggests that this guy Trey

is the one who killed Tonya.

Bob can't arrest him.

He's got some people following him,

hoping to catch Trey in some
ongoing criminal activities.

But if it's the same Trey
that you're saying dated Tonya,

maybe you know something
that can help us speed this up.

They only went on a couple of dates.

I never even actually met him.

That's why I never mentioned
him to you back then.

I only remembered the name

because of a shouting
match I had with Tonya

when I told her never to see him again.

Why didn't you want
Tonya dating him again?

He was too old for her, for one thing.

He would pull up in his
stupidly loud sports car

and honk his horn.

Wouldn't even come to the door.

Well, we found pictures
of her in his apartment,

wearing his gold chain
like she was his property.

A boy in his 20s with
a beachfront condo.

You think she kept seeing him
behind your back?

Yes. Very possible.

It was about that time the drugs
started getting really bad.

Those next two years were just...

Well...

you were right there with us.

You remember.

Yeah. That was rough.

I'm sorry Clark couldn't be here.

He had some errands to run.

It's o... it's okay. I-I...

I know he blames me.

If I were him, I'd find
some errands to run, too.

You said this guy Trey had a...

beachfront condo.

You still have
those photos you mentioned?

They'd be somewhere in the box.

Remember me?

Is that the guy?

Yeah, that's him.

- You find those fake oxys?
- Nothing yet.

K-9 unit's on its way, but I don't
think the stuff is stashed here.

They're definitely setting this
place up to be their new lab.

So far, it's just equipment, chemicals.

No fentanyl, no pills.

Check out the guy's phone.

He was texting when we found him.

Several numbers, but it's all nonsense.

Got to be some kind of code.

Probably connected to
the bad news I just got.

- Bad news?
- Trey Mitchell just shook his tail.

Tell me you're joking.

Oh, it gets worse. DEA's lab called.

Based on the evidence from
the warehouse yesterday,

Trey's chemist has no
idea what he's doing.

He cut the pills so strong

that it could kill even hardcore users.

We're talking a 50% mortality rate,
or worse.

That's hundreds of people O.D.'ing.

Yeah. We got to find those pills.

I thought I made myself clear.

Mumford was to have no further
involvement in this case.

And we haven't shared
information with him since then.

But, sir, when you stopped
responding to his calls,

Mumford hit us up with intel
I think you should hear.

All right. Bring him in.

Mumford.

All right, what do you got?

Mary Beth gave me this photo of Tonya

at a beachfront condo
supposedly owned by Trey.

Only Tan and I did a workup on him.

The guy's never owned
or rented a place at the beach

his whole life.

- Cut to it.
- Based on

the lifeguard stand in the photo, I...

figured out exactly where the condo is.

Tan traced the ownership

to a shell corporation
hidden behind some LLC.

Blah, blah, blah.

Point is,

Trey owns a lot of places,

including that condo,

and none of 'em have his name on 'em.

Eight properties in L.A.

Trey Mitchell's probably hiding out at
one of 'em with the drugs.

Not only that. If you follow
the trail back far enough,

these hidden companies of Trey's
connect up to members

of the Echo Park Six.

Which gives him a pure
motive for killing Tonya.

Commander, it would've taken us
days if Mumford hadn't gotten us

a head start by finding that condo.

Thank you, Sergeant.

You're excused.

Hold on a second, Jack.

That's good work.

Thanks.

I probably shouldn't have left
the way I did earlier.

Ah...

I know... you have
to play it a certain way.

I could've been a touch
more understanding, too.

Look, just so you know,

I'm not trying to get back in again.

I'm staying retired.

I love being with Nikki.

You know, she's built
a whole life for herself.

Some friends that she hangs out
with, b-book club,

- whatever.
- Yeah.

Guys like us?

The job is our life.

Yeah.

I get it.

I guess I just miss my friends.

Don't you dare tell anybody I said that.

We got to talk.

Yeah, we do.

Why'd you question my call back there?

You know what being on SWAT means.

I'll always have your back, Chris.

But I need to know
you're able to have mine.

I can't be going out
in the field worrying

you might be operating at half speed.

Is this about earlier with the takedown,
or is this about Erika?

What are you even talking about?
This has nothing to do

with Erika.

Oh, you think I'm blaming you,
for what happened to her?

Chris, you know what happened

to Erika wasn't your fault, right?

She was there because of me.

No, no, no, she was there
'cause she chose to be there,

she wanted to be.

And what happened to Erika could
have happened to any one of us.

And it's no one's fault that she died

but the person who pulled that trigger.

Hey, Chris, you got
to get on top of this.

I've seen the way
that grief eats people up.

Look... when my dad died, I lost it.

I didn't know how to deal.

He had a heart attack.

They pulled me out of class to tell me.

I'm sorry.

And for the longest time, I wasn't sad.

I didn't even cry.

I was just... I was mad.

I was punching-the-walls mad.

And when the anger finally
gave way, I still didn't cry.

I just... I didn't feel anything.

I wouldn't get out of bed,
I wouldn't go to school.

And after two months of
this, my best friend...

He finally dragged me out of
the house, he took me surfing.

And there was just something about,

you know, being out on the water that...

that helped me start to
process what had happened.

I was finally able to grieve.

Look, I know surfing's
not your thing, but...

how about getting in the ring?

That's your usual go-to,
right, to let off steam?

Want to work off some
of that anger on me?

Not some random Joes at a bar?

Yeah.

So, why am I here?

I already told you I got nothing to say.

Hey, wait a minute.
He's not supposed be in here!

Shut up! I'm in charge of
everyone in this building.

You kicked fentanyl in
the wrong person's face, Ernie.

- I want to leave this room right...
- I said shut up!

I'm not in here to cut the cameras off

and tell the judge,
"Well, he must've tripped

and fell, Your Honor."

That's not how I run things.

But you tried to kill a police officer,

so I'm not cutting you
any deals, either.

So, I need your opinion on something.

What should I wear to your hearing?

What?

You're gonna plead guilty
and throw yourself

on the mercy of the court, and I'm gonna

testify at your sentencing hearing.

So... what should I wear?

Now, I could go with
my full blue uniform

with the badge, the gun,
you know, the works.

Remind the judge I'm a cop
who can handle himself.

Or maybe I go with the... I don't
know... old-man sweater, Dockers,

maybe buy a pair of
those padded black shoes

you see old folks shuffling around in.

Give everyone the feeling
that you tried to kill a guy

who reminds them of
their dear old Pappy,

may he rest in peace.

Now, whichever one I decide on

depends entirely on whether

you tell me where those drugs are at.

What if they moved it
after I got arrested?

Then I'll be shopping for Mr.
Rogers sweaters tomorrow. Yeah.

And how do I know
you'll hold up your end, huh?

I guess you'll have to risk it.

Just like you and Trey's customers

are risking their lives
when they buy your fake oxy.

Either way, you're
better off cooperating.

Because if those pills hit the street,

I'll make sure you're charged
with murder one for every O.D.

No one without hazmat goes in until

20-David gives the all-clear.

I don't see why 50-Squad
can't go in first.

Just looking out for my boy Rocker.

Special access to the
situation room can be revoked

at any time, you know.

Chris and Tan, cover the front.

50-Squad's got the back door.

Let's move.

LAPD! Hands!

Let me see your hands.

Down on the ground.

You really want bullets
flying around in here, man?

I said on the ground.

A lot of fentanyl here,
but I don't see any pills.

That vest ain't gonna do you no good

when you're covered in that poison.

Now get down.

Down! Keep your hands behind your head.

Your brother and Trey Mitchell...
Where are they hiding?

They're in Mexico by now, bro.

- They're what?
- Left with the pills hours ago.

If Trey and your brother already left,
then why are you still here?

Couldn't fit all
this fentanyl in the car.

Got a friend coming with another truck.

Impossible. Surveillance saw
all three enter,

and none of them left.

Wouldn't be the first time
he beat surveillance.

Oh, so they went to Mexico

to compete with the cartel
on their own turf?

You think I'm buying any of this?

- You hear that? They're in the garage.
- Street, stay on him.

Deacon, move.

Don't you move.

Got the pills.

Perfect.

Come on now, Trey.

It's time to get you patched up.

Some friends of mine
been waiting a long time

to see you take a special walk.

Left jab. Right cross.

One, two, one, two. That's it.

Let's go. Keep it coming.

Bye, Deac.

Come on.

Hey, Deac.

I got a great idea
for the silent auction.

Civilians love playing detective, right?

I mean, you should see
the way these people go crazy

for those true crime shows
that Nikki watches.

So, we give these rich parents
a chance to work a pretend case.

We set up a fake crime
scene, we let 'em do all

the detective work,
they interview suspects...

Uh, yeah, it's a great idea,

but I-I don't have time
to organize all that.

- Guess who does?
- Really?

You'd be willing to
put that all together?

I got so many ideas, you're
gonna have to do this next year.

Okay. Yeah.

- Yeah, let's give it a shot.
- All right.

- Thank you.
- All right.

I owe you.

Oh, baby, I'm cashing in.

Great to see you, Mumford.

Same here.

- Jack.
- Hey, I just saved

- Deacon's marriage.
- And solved a 15-year-old murder.

It's a banner day
for a retired team leader.

Days like this I miss the most.

Seeing the whole team work
together to make it happen.

All those people in there
that you and I trained.

That's why I've been thinking.

With Luca still gone,
Deacon's been having

to carry load training
the SWAT recruits on his own.

It couldn't hurt to have
an extra set of eyes on some

of these training exercises.

Now, it would have to be
on a volunteer basis, of course.

I'll check my schedule, see
if I can carve out some time.

That's great.

It'll be nice to see you
around HQ again... occasionally.

I'll drink to that. I'm buying.

Damn right.

But we got to make a pit stop first.

Hey, what's up, D?

Nichelle's not giving us
the money no more,

and no bank in the world's

gonna give us a loan, so...

Well, a bank might not, but I will.

- What?
- I spoke to Nichelle.

Oh, I bet you did.

And I told her that I would
put up the seed money myself.

D, I read through your proposal.

And I'll admit I was a little skeptical,

but you convinced me, kid.

So, how would you feel about me
kicking in enough cash

to get you started?

For real?

For real, but

there are conditions.

Now, for starters, while I do think

you have a solid idea,

it wouldn't hurt for you
to get a little more knowledge

under your belt to help you succeed.

And one of the junior colleges
that we looked at

has marketing and accounting classes

- that you should consider.
- Deal.

Oh, whoa. Hold up. Hold up.

I mean, what exactly
are we talking about here?

You giving us a loan?

I was thinking I'd be more
of a partner in the business.

You and me in business together?

Mm-hmm.

Well, our customers, uh,

they ain't necessarily too fond
of the boys in blue.

- You want the money or not?
- Yes, we want the money.

Right, Dad?

Yeah. Yeah, son.

Perfect. I'm gonna go write
a list of what to do next.

I'll be right back.

You think you're smart, don't you?

Smart enough.