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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.

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.

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.

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.

Great. Thank you.

You notice the two
with him are carrying?

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.
- Yeah?

All good, I hope.

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 mereal 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?

So you heard about that?

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 'emin 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?
- 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?

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!

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, 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 Justin
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.

You don't need to do that.

It's a mess.

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, the deadline
was today. I forgot.

Yeah, that fancy-pants place.

How you liking
those tuition fees?

Nothing I can't handle.

My biggest problem
right now is trying to find

something impressive
enough to sit alongside

a week long stay at
a fancy villa in Cabo,

a sunset cruise on a yacht,

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,

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 "Bad ass 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 Isure 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?

Touché.

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

Now, he can never
know I just said that.

- I would never hearth 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 ...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 thing she
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 trampoline sand 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,

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 leadl'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.

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.

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 take down,
or is this about Erika?

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

with Erika.

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?

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.

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...

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.

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.

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.

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?

Well, our customers,

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.