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Previously on SWAT...

How long has it been going on? Six months.

I can see why she left you.

Here's hoping she found someone better.

You've been suspended.

You're gonna need to surrender your service weapon.

DEACON: 50-Squad is off today,

so Rocker's agreed to join us.

He's bringing one of his guys with him. Oh, don't say it.

What's going on? Rest easy, 20-Squad.

Duty called, and the best of the best answered.

I never had a big brother.

And I'm not sure I need one.

I really hope that one day

we can have a relationship.

You come find me.

I'll be around.

* *

Ah, patrol day. Time to pay our dues in basic blues.

I put in my time on the beat in Long Beach.

Feels like we're just ticking

the community-engagement box on some bureaucrat's checklist.

Hey, don't let Commander Hicks hear you talking like that, man.

We're the most highly trained cops in the LAPD.

Sending SWAT on routine dispatch calls feels like

making Lebron play a blacktop pickup game.

Long Beach SWAT didn't have a patrol requirement?

No, no.

They didn't waste their lead talent on grunt work.

All right, whoever's riding with Alfaro is gonna have to

make room in the car for that ego. Listen,

patrol day's about getting back to basics.

DEACON: Yeah. Luca's right.

It's about reconnecting

with the core aspects of policing.

At least that's what Hicks says every time

he gives his patrol day speech.

All right, we should head to Eagle's Nest.

I'm sure the boss already has the old whistle out.

Tan.

Commander.

I know it's tough, but you can't be here

while you're serving your suspension.

I know, sir. Backpack was in my locker.

Look, you got a raw deal.

All due respect, Commander, you can save the pep talk.

I let my baggage affect my behavior

and cast a negative light on SWAT.

For what it's worth, uh, I'm sorry.

Well, you take care of yourself.

Time will fly,

and we'll be waiting here for you when you get back.

Yes, sir.

With Street on personal leave

and Tan serving out his suspension,

today seemed like a good time to catch up

on our patrol requirements, but...

I gotta say, it never gets old seeing you guys in your blues.

Here we go.

You got something you want to say, Luca?

Just that LAPD started back in 1869,

and has since become the third largest

law enforcement agen... Okay, funny guy.

I know you've heard the speech a few times,

so I'll do the abridged version for the newbies.

Sir, maybe keep the whistle section out of it this time.

Deac, the whistle's the best part.

These guys, they don't know how to have fun.

LAPD started in 1869,

and has since become... (clears throat)

All right, I'll cut to the chase.

LAPD has a long tradition in community policing...

BOTH: ...which is the cornerstone of everything we do.

And there's no better way than to get back to our roots

as a force for good

is to get out among the people we police.

Interact on a human level.

So keep that in mind while you're on patrol today. Deacon.

You're riding with Alfaro

on the Central Patrol Zone route.

Means you get to roll with me.

Commander, please tell me we pulled a good zone.

Not so fast, Luca.

I paired Powell with someone else.

But you, oh... you got the luck of the draw.

A uni out of the 27th. A guy named Coburn.

Should be waiting for you in Motor Pool.

Well, if I'm not with Luca, then who am I with?

HONDO: Me.

I didn't miss the whistle, did I?

No, you're right on time, Hondo.

You and Powell are in South L.A. today.

Let's hit the streets.

(blowing whistle)

HONDO: All right, let's do this.

HICKS: Luca.

Yeah?

I just saw Tan. Here?

Yeah, he was picking up his bag from his locker.

Huh. I must have just missed him.

Yeah, I don't think he's doing great

with the suspension.

Now, your patrol area,

it's not far from his apartment.

Stop by and check in on him, will you? Okay.

I think he could use our support right now. Will do, sir.

All right.

You know, I'm impressed how you've knuckled up

and made changes to fit in around here.

Guess Street was a good influence.

Yeah, he's, uh, he's been great.

Hey.

If you've got something on your mind, let it off.

I gotta know you ain't distracted

before we get out there.

It's just, how are you so cool

with being in this uniform?

What do you mean? All the side-eyes.

The way conversation stops when you pass by.

You feel some kind of way about patrol.

I transferred to LAPD the summer of 2020,

in the wake of George Floyd.

It was tough on the streets.

People hated us.

It felt like this uniform was a magnet

for anger and resentment.

You didn't quit.

Well, it's different now that we're on SWAT.

We only show up when people really need us,

and they're grateful.

You wear the uniform, people judge you

without getting to know all that you're about, I get it.

But, Powell, I do believe in community policing.

My goal is to show the community

a uniform that cares,

and maybe even inspire a little hope.

You ready? Yeah.

Hey, Long Beach, I'm driving today.

This is my town.

LUCA: Durant, what are you doing here?

I got a pickup to make. Yeah?

Maybe you can help.

Supposed to ride with an Officer Coburn.

He-he patrols out of your station. You know him?

Yeah. Decent cop.

Always smells like chili dogs, though.

Oh, great.

That's why I traded him for your patrol.

I figured I'd spare you the cleaning bill,

'cause that smell really sticks to the uniform.

You're my partner for the day?

I was pretty tough last time we spoke.

Said I didn't need a brother.

You said to come find you if I changed my mind.

So you do want a brother.

Half brother, I guess.

Well, a full shift together will give us a chance

to get to know each other.

You sure you want to do this?

I can always kick you back to Coburn. Yeah.

Officer Chili Dog? Nah, thanks.

Whoa, what are you doing?

Oh, right.

Your car, my bad.

(siren whooping)

The car's registered to Eric Mac.

Couple of speeding violations. None gone to warrant.

Thinks the rules don't apply

'cause he can afford to pay the tickets.

(siren wailing)

DEACON (over loudspeaker): This is the LAPD. Pull over.

(siren shuts off)

Could you turn off the engine, please?

I'm late for a meeting.

Make this quick, huh?

Let me see your license, registration

and proof of insurance.

Why didn't you stop?

Didn't see you. Like I said, I'm late.

You know how fast you were going?

Look, I was speeding, I get it.

Just write the damn ticket. I gotta go.

All right, Mr. Mac, you sit tight.

Be right back.

(indistinct radio chatter)

That guy know he's talking to a Police Star recipient?

(scoffs) 2,000 hours of training

just to get barked at by some jerk

in a fancy suit.

Doesn't matter how much training we have; that's the job.

To protect and serve the people of Los Angeles.

Even when those people are entitled jerks.

(sighs)

(siren wailing)

(tires screech) (rap music playing)

20-David to Dispatch. Show us responding to

a shots-fired call on the 103 block of South Central Avenue.

(song continues playing)

Nothing. Is he...

He's gone.

(song shuts off) HONDO: All right, listen up.

We're the first ones on scene.

Go get the kit while I put in the call. Go.

20-David to Dispatch, we have a 187 on site.

WOMAN: You see, right? I'm tired of this.

It might have been this bitch that shot him.

You know how they do.

Shoot first, justify later.

(bystander muttering angrily) This is crazy.

Give him the kit. You secure the scene, and you wait

wait for RHD to show up. You understand?

Yes, sir. What's up?

Dispatch says all Homicide detectives are tied down.

They want Patrol to hold down the scene until they get here,

but that could take a while.

POWELL: His body's just gonna lay here

with all these people watching?

Hondo, this is what I was talking about.

They're upset and... Yeah. Rightfully so.

But L.A.'s a big city.

Too much crime and too few detectives.

If this was Brentwood, there's be a whole

RHD squad here by now. Yeah, maybe.

Maybe not.

HONDO: This community deserves better.

These people need to see results.

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna show 'em what we're all about.

We're gonna find the son of a bitch who did this.

* *

Well, thank you very much, Officer.

I'm glad we got that sorted out.

You have a nice day, ma'am.

I always say "miss" instead of "ma'am."

Seems less ageist. (scoffs)

Even if she's definitely a ma'am?

Especially then.

So, did you catch the latest Squawk Box?

What?

It's a podcast. Nah.

People just talking isn't my thing.

It's like old-timey radio from a hundred years ago.

Well, what do you listen to on road trips?

I don't know. Music?

(indistinct rap music playing)

RHD's backed up, so they're allowing us to assist.

What am I looking at?

This is our victim, Derrick Moore.

Small-time rapper shot twice in the chest.

Multiple witnesses heard several gunshots.

Like, five or six.

There were only two spent casings found at the scene,

but loud music was playing on the victim's phone.

Rap, with gunshots on the track for effect.

Which could account for what the witnesses heard.

Is there more?

Are you familiar with drill rap, sir?

Well, let's assume I'm not.

It's a subgenre focused on street violence.

Explicit lyrics often describe real-life beefs.

The victim was playing his own Jam Cloud channel.

I did a deep dive, and there was a common theme to his songs.

A serious rivalry with someone named "Lo-Dog."

You think the victim was killed over a music rivalry?

We have any hits on the Lo-Dog alias in our system?

None, but the victim rapped about going

to Noble Gardens and finding Lo-Dog

on a few different tracks, so...

HICKS: What's the plan?

Up-and-coming rapper with beef big enough to trade bullets.

Somebody at Noble Gardens has got to know who Lo-Dog is.

Well, that area of Watts isn't exactly on the best terms

with LAPD.

You know the reception you're gonna get.

I think I know someone there who'll talk to us.

It was so fast.

He pushed me against the wall and took my necklace.

DEACON: Could you describe the necklace?

A white gold chain with a teardrop ruby pendant.

It was my mom's.

She's gonna be pissed.

Here, let me help you with that.

When she finds out what happened,

I'm sure your mom is just

gonna be happy that you're okay.

DEACON: (clears throat) Was there anyone around

when the incident took place?

Any witnesses, Miss... Greene.

Becca.

I screamed, but no one came.

He had this crazy look in his eye.

I was so scared... Hey, it's okay.

We're here now.

Can you describe the attacker?

White, dirty blond hair.

Uh, average-looking.

He was wearing a high school letterman jacket.

No name, but a tornado on the back.

Well, Becca, you have two of LAPD's

most highly trained SWAT officers on this case.

We're gonna find this guy and get your necklace back. Promise.

BECCA: Thank you.

Yeah, uh, well, we got your contact info

and your incident report.

You are free to go. We'll be in touch.

What the hell was that?

Just some harmless flirting.

No, not that, Romeo. I'm talking about the promise.

You know better than to make a guarantee like that.

Just trying to serve the people of Los Angeles.

Look, hear me out.

Dude snatches her necklace, has no weapon,

so I'm thinking it wasn't premeditated.

A crime of opportunity like that, he's...

He's probably looking to get rid of that necklace fast.

There are some pawnshops nearby that aren't exactly known

for vetting their merchandise.

Can't hurt to roll by a few of 'em and check 'em out, right?

Ah, who knows? Maybe we'll get lucky.

(typing)

(doorbell rings) (knock on door)

Hey, hope you're hungry. Swung by Xiamara's.

She made some extra.

Hey, Durant. Uh, come on in.

Place is a mess. Wasn't expecting company.

DURANT: Oh, we don't mind. Yo, what's this?

It's from HQ, dated today.

I knew you didn't forget your gym bag.

Bro, you can't be doing searches while you're on suspension.

Look, I can explain.

Hold on. Whoa, what's...

Is that the guy Bonnie's cheating with?

I just-- I needed to know who he was.

Okay, you're kind of getting into weird territory,

don't you think?

Should I go wait in the car?

Nah. It's all out in the open now.

Guy stole my wife, blew up my marriage.

I'm so sorry. Bro, I know you're hurting,

but this is only making it worse.

What am I supposed to do, just forget about it?

No, forget about him, man. They guy's a scumbag.

Okay? To get involved with a married woman,

be a homewrecker,

that's straight-up human garbage, all right?

He ain't worth your time.

So why does he get away clean?

What are you talking about?

He's married, too, Luca.

He has kids...

and a wife

who has no idea who she's married to.

So why am I the only one who gets hurt in all of this?

'Cause you're a good person. Okay?

Bonnie and this guy, they're not.

It sucks, but you gotta let it go.

Hey.

Look, promise me that you'll let it go.

Yeah.

I promise.

You think Becca would like omakase?

Hold on.

You're gonna ask the victim out for sushi?

Oh, it's my first date go-to.

They're always bringing stuff to the table.

No awkward silences.

Since when are you silent?

All right, next pawnshop's up ahead.

I got one more in me

before I call off this whole goose chase.

Ready to eat your words?

Tornado letterman jacket.

Am I good, or am I good? Huh?

Even a broken clock is right twice a day. Eh...

(siren chirps) I'm bailing.

Cut around the other side.

(siren wailing)

LAPD. Stop where you are!

30-David in pursuit.

Our strong-arm robbery suspect is on foot

heading south into an alley off Spring.

(grunts)

Stop!

I said stop!

I can't. They took her.

56-David, suspect is armed.

Damn it!

(grunts, groans)

You good? Or are you good?

(scoffs)

Look, he said, "They took her."

I-I'm telling you, something was off.

So you think there's more going on here

than just the mugging?

That crazy look that the victim saw, I saw, too.

He was scared, Deac. Not of me, something else.

HORTON: Can I help you?

Hey. A guy left here a couple minutes ago.

Dirty blond, wearing a high school jacket.

In some kind of trouble?

Well, it's the kind of trouble that rubs off

if you're not careful.

He pawn a necklace?

Look, right now we are more interested in him than you.

So if you're smart, you'll keep it that way.

Kid's name is Zack.

Brings things in from time to time. Stolen things.

I don't ask. He seems like a good kid

just trying to survive, so, uh, you know, I help him out.

Well, now he's got his hands on a gun.

He get that here from you?

Well, don't suddenly get shy on us now.

Look, he was desperate. He wanted five grand

for a little ruby necklace.

When I told him I couldn't do it,

he traded for the gun instead.

Does Zack have a girl in his life?

Yeah, his high school honey.

Moved out together, were gonna be famous.

Didn't work out for them, but, uh,

yeah, they're hanging in there.

They're newlyweds now.

You certainly seem to know a hell of a lot about him.

I sold Zack his engagement ring.

A week or so ago,

he came in with a big wad of cash.

Thousands. He wanted a ring.

Said they were headed to Vegas to get married.

Where's a kid like this get his hands

on thousands in cash? Like I said, I...

Yeah, you don't ask.

But you look like you have an idea.

He might have mentioned the OVPs.

The Olvera Street Players?

What, you think this kid's involved in a gang?

Nah.

The way he was acting about the money, I...

...think he might have stolen it.

All right. The OVPs are ruthless.

If Zack stole from them, I'm pretty sure

we're not the only ones looking for him.

Zack. He, uh, have a last name?

Thompson. All right.

I'm gonna need any paperwork you have

on that firearm. Oh, yeah.

And the ruby necklace.

Let's have that, too.

(indistinct chatter)

Ain't nobody call for you.

HONDO: Easy, pal.

Just came to talk to Apartment 2-C.

Is that Hondo?

How you doing, Ms. Bernard?

About as good as an old lady can expect these days.

MS. BERNARD: Y'all move on now.

You sure, Ms. Bernard?

You gonna make me repeat myself?

No, ma'am.

Call themselves looking out for me.

You haven't been by in so long. I know. I'm sorry.

I've been a little busy. It's not an excuse.

I should come by more often.

This is Officer Powell. It's nice to meet you.

(sighs)

Since you brought this young police lady with you,

I know this ain't no social call.

What do you need?

We need to find a guy who goes by Lo-Dog.

Word on the street is he lives around here. He does.

Do you know his real name? Where we can find him?

If I did, I wouldn't tell you.

Excuse me?

You heard me just fine.

Ms. Bernard, there was a shooting this morning.

I'm not surprised the cops come sniffing around

when there's violence.

But I never expected you

to carry that water, Hondo.

We're just trying to help.

Help comes before you're dead, sweetheart.

After, it's called something else.

Ms. Bernard thinks the LAPD only shows up

after the worst has already happened.

Been living in this neighborhood too long,

and seen too much.

Even Hondo, with those Billy Dee eyes,

can't change my mind.

You know I'm gonna keep trying.

Listen, I can bring closure to that boy's murder.

You say Lo-Dog is innocent. Mm-hmm.

I believe you, 'cause I know

you wouldn't protect him if he wasn't.

But that's not enough for LAPD

to drop him as a suspect.

Just have him come talk to me,

on the record.

He can walk in by himself.

Nobody out there needs to know.

You've kind of been in your head since lunch.

Everything okay?

Yeah, I'm just... thinking.

You believe what you said?

What'd I say?

To Tan, about that other guy being a homewrecker.

Human garbage.

I mean, look, I was just trying to make him feel better,

but basically, yeah.

I mean, who does that? (scoffs)

Well, my mom, apparently.

Your dad was married, and that didn't stop her.

Or him. Okay, I'm not...

Look, I wasn't talking about your mom.

I wasn't.

What's the difference?

I'm not blaming you.

It's your home she almost wrecked.

Look, I don't know what to say.

Yeah.

Well, neither do I.

You know, we haven't really known what to say all day.

I can't be the only one Who's noticed.

No, I mean, it's been weird,

but we'll get through it. It's okay.

Will we?

I think we both kind of assume that,

since we're half siblings,

there'd be some kind of a connection, but...

maybe we just need to admit there's not.

All right, thanks, Martinez. I owe you.

My guy in Gang and Narcotics,

he says the Olvera Street Players

run a collection racket,

leaning on immigrant businesses.

And they're not very nice about it.

Definitely not the kind of people

you want to be stealing from.

What do you got?

Zack Thompson, 22 years old.

Couple charges for petty theft.

Connected into a rash of smash-and-grab robberies

around Pico Union.

Breaking car windows and taking whatever's inside.

But, hey. But there's a red flag here.

Three days ago, he filed a missing persons report

for his wife Sally.

When you chased him, he didn't say "missing."

He said she was taken.

So Zack goes on another smash-and-grab spree,

and ends up stealing from the OVPs.

As retaliation, they grab Sally.

Look, I bet that they're holding her

until they get their money back.

Yeah, but he doesn't have their money.

Instead, he's got a gun.

Olvera Street is close by.

If the OVPs do business there,

I guarantee that's where Zack is headed.

(indistinct chatter)

Hi. Uh, looking for the owner, Stacey.

Is she in today?

She's over there.

Thanks.

Excuse me, Stacey?

Yes. Can I help you?

Uh, sorry to bother.

My wife, uh, works with your husband. Really?

Yeah. My name's Victor Tan.

Tan.

You must be Bonnie's husband.

Well, if you've come to break the news, you're too late.

I already know about their affair.

Do you mind if I sit?

Depends.

What do you want?

Honestly, I don't really know.

Just... felt like

I needed to come.

I'm still trying to make sense of it, you know?

Look, no offense, Victor,

but if you want me to sit here

and play lonesome loser with you,

it's not gonna happen.

I've worked too hard and sacrificed too much

building the life I have.

I won't give it up so easily.

Matter of fact, you can tell your bitch wife that, too.

I don't care how much she wants my husband,

she can't have him; not without a fight.

Grab yourself a latte, if you like, on the way out.

It's on the house.

(door opens, closes)

Lucas Gibbs, aka Lo-Dog.

Thanks for coming in.

I ain't shoot nobody.

Wait.

Derrick got shot?!

You know Derrick Moore?

Y-Yeah.

We've heard his music, Lucas.

We know you guys got beef.

No, no, no, it ain't even like that.

What's it like, then?

Look, we was boys, a'ight?

The-- Like, the whole, the whole drill thing,

that was just a scam.

We was faking a rap beef

so we could get our rep up in the rap game,

that's it.

You were friends? Yes.

Since we was kids.

He really dead?

Yes, he is. (exhales)

HONDO: I'm sorry.

You know anyone who wanted to hurt Derrick?

Anyone make any threats?

No, man.

He was only worried about music.

Derrick never even fought anyone in real life.

So he had no beef with anyone? No.

I mean, look,

not everyone loved when he was shooting his videos

and stuff like that, you know.

People would come and yell sometimes,

but not like this, though.

Hey, listen to me.

You get back down to the Gardens

and you find someone who saw you this morning.

Anyone who can prove that you weren't on 103rd

when this went down.

You get it?

Thank you.

I'm Sergeant Kay, this is Alfaro.

I'm Barnes. This is my partner Wilson. Hey.

We're looking for a kid. White male, early 20s.

Name's Zack Thompson. You guys know him?

Yeah, we ran him in once for theft.

Haven't seen him today, though. Yeah, we think Zack's here

looking for the Olvera Street Players.

OVPs tend to post up wherever they please.

Their victims don't report.

Doesn't give us much to work with.

All right. Well, we could use a hand.

Let's fan out, cover more ground that way.

Suspect's armed,

so stay alert.

(man whistles) MAN 2: Oh, hey, ladies.

Why don't you come down here?

I'll show you a good time, you know?

WOMAN: No, papi. Ah, don't be a hater.

It's Romeo.

Better have our money.

Tell me where Sally is first.

(laughs) You stole five Gs, pendejo.

You don't get nothing

till we get our money.

Where is she?

Not far.

Bet she's getting lonely.

You don't pay up,

maybe me and the homies pay her a visit.

Now give me the money.

Call your boys.

Bring Sally here.

Now.

Or you gonna shoot me?

Right here?

I'm not scared of you.

You should be, Romeo.

You point a gun at me,

now I got to hurt you,

not to mention what I'm gonna do to your girl.

Hold up. Nine o'clock.

30-David. Active 245 in progress in Olvera Park.

Suspects are armed.

BARNES: At your six.

We got a standoff.

Three on one.

We got to move in now

before it spills into the park.

On my count...

(gunshot) (woman screams)

DEACON: Shots fired. I repeat, shots fired.

LAPD! ALFARO: Drop your weapons!

No clear shot. 30-David.

Shots fired, Olvera Park.

Requesting backup and an R/A.

That's Deacon.

Olvera Park's not far. Go, go.

(siren whooping)

(choking) Oh, God.

They're gonna kill her. You got to save her, please.

Wilson, Barnes, you stay with him.

Come on.

(horns honking)

DEACON: They're heading east towards Union Station!

(tires screech, horns honk)

Hey!

DEACON: 30-David. Pursuing suspects into Union Station.

Three Latino males wearing black caps and black jeans.

(people yelping)

Where's that backup?

(police siren wails)

22-David responding. Entering from the three side.

If they're on the run,

this is where they come out.

You got to skate where the puck's going.

Not where it is. What, you like hockey?

Kings for life.

Aw, hell yeah. Let's go.

56-David. Pursuing suspect

south into the restaurant.

LUCA: 22-David. No visual on the suspects.

MAN: Whoa. Hey, man!

(woman screams)

There's a brewery in back. Funnel him there.

P.A. ANNOUNCER: ...to your final destination,

please take our ground transportation options

in the rear of the building,

located on Cesar Chavez and Vignes Avenue.

22-David. Searching the north concourse.

(announcer speaking Spanish)

Whoa, whoa!

(screaming) (gunshots)

(screaming in distance)

(screaming)

I got a visual.

Can't get a shot, he's got a hostage.

I'll flank him and take the high ground.

LAPD! Let the girl go!

Get out of my way! Listen to me, Miss,

we're gonna get you out of here, okay?

Do exactly what I say.

Okay.

I need you to duck!

(Durant grunts)

Not today, pal.

Nice body check, man.

You're a hockey fan, all right.

You should see me during playoffs.

LUCA: Let's get your ass up, buddy.

30-David. Almost in position.

Good, 'cause I'm sending him your way.

(grunting)

DEACON: LAPD.

You're under arrest.

Come on.

We're still one short.

What'd the hell these guys do?

DEACON: They kidnapped a woman.

And there's still a suspect outstanding.

We ain't kidnap nobody.

Least you ain't gonna be able to prove it.

Hey, what's that mean, huh?

Your boy planning on doing something stupid?

No body, no crime.

Right?

DEACON: We got to stop this guy

before he gets to the girl.

Patrol has the exits buttoned up.

OFFICER (over radio): 56-Tango. Suspect fleeing east

towards the plaza. In pursuit.

We got these guys.

PEDESTRIAN: Yo, what's up?

(people shouting)

I'm one.

Hey, on your knees! On your knees!

Aw, damn! It's locked!

ALFARO: He's getting away! 56-David.

Suspect is running east on the tracks

out of Union Station.

We lost him.

If he gets to Sally before we do,

she's as good as dead.

(police siren wails)

We're a quarter mile from Union Station.

Deacon said the shooter left the station going east.

Some of the these trains have been parked here for months.

You think they stashed Sally Thompson here?

It's their territory,

and we know he's going after the girl.

We just got to get to her first. Let's move.

Powell, go left. I got right.

LAPD! Stop right there!

Powell, move!

20-David. Suspect is on the tracks,

quarter mile east of Union Station. In pursuit.

Suspect dropped his gun.

Put the weapon down. Where is she?

Where's Sally Thompson?

I ain't going back to prison.

Where is she?

You gonna have to kill me.

I ain't that kind of cop. Powell.

(thumps)

Going hands-on. (siren approaching)

28-David to Command. We're Code 4.

Did you find her? Did you find Sally?

No, not yet, and he ain't talking.

We found him climbing a ladder.

Why get on top of a train?

Well, these cars are all locked tight.

The only reason

to be on top... If that's your way in.

Let's check out these boxcars.

Hey, Sally!

Sally!

Sally!

Shh. You hear that?

(muffled grunting)

Sally Thompson!

She's in here. It's okay, we're LAPD.

Hey, grab that.

Hey. Hey, we got you.

Hey. It's gonna be okay.

All right? You're gonna be all right.

30-David.

Hostage has been recovered.

I need an R/A, my position.

Hey, thanks for riding with me today.

We were good out there, you know?

Yeah, we were.

Look, what I said before...

It's like I'm overthinking everything,

and I don't know why.

I do.

It's 'cause you didn't grow up with siblings.

You think

lack of common ground means the end of the road,

but it doesn't have to.

How's that?

Look, we don't have to agree on everything,

or even anything.

I mean, you met Terry, right?

Of course.

Okay, we never agree.

We're as different as it gets,

but he's my brother,

and I love him. You know?

I mean, that's what being a sibling is all about

is being connected

no matter what.

Sometimes family just needs

to keep choosing each other.

You're my sister.

Even if you do have terrible taste in road trip radio.

(both chuckle)

I can work with that.

Hey, you busy tonight?

Puck drops in 30 if you want to watch.

Yeah? Yeah.

All right, I'll see you there.

I thought you were done for the day.

Not yet, sir.

The suspect we talked to earlier,

Lo-Dog. Mm-hmm.

Something he said stuck with me.

Yeah, and what's that?

He said people

got in the victim's face

about making his drill rap music videos.

Yeah. I went through Derrick's videos and found

several locations he filmed multiple times.

These are the ones that filed noise

or vandalism complaints.

So you think he was confronted

by one of these business owners?

This restaurant

was robbed seven months ago.

The owner fired

his registered gun in self-defense.

It's the same caliber bullet that killed Derrick Moore.

It's thin.

That community deserves closure, sir.

It's nice to see this kind of fire in you, Powell.

Grab Hondo and go run this down.

ALFARO: So what happens to them now?

Well, hopefully the judge is a romantic.

Kid made a stupid mistake for love,

his wife almost paid the price for it.

At least she's okay.

Yeah, thanks to you.

You still shouldn't have made that promise,

but if you hadn't, things might have

worked out worse for them.

Oh, bit of, uh, bad news, though.

You're not gonna be able to give, uh...

What's her name? Becca.

Becca her necklace,

not until it clears evidence.

Hope that doesn't

ruin your sushi date.

Are you kidding me? Even better. Hmm?

Guarantees a second date down the line when it's

finally released. You're unbelievable, you know that?

Yeah, I know. Hey. Yeah?

Look, I'm glad we rode together today.

You were right.

I let being SWAT go to my head.

To protect and serve.

That's the job.

I'm glad we saw it through.

It was nice riding with you too, Alfaro.

Good night.

Mr. Hudson? I'm Officer Powell.

LAPD SWAT. Can we have a moment?

What's this about?

There was a shooting this morning

a half a block from here.

Sir, do you still own a Glock G45?

Now y'all come around?

Excuse me?

Neighborhood's been going to hell.

I've been calling for weeks

about those thugs driving off my customers.

But LAPD couldn't be bothered.

Until now.

Did you have a confrontation

with Derrick Moore today?

Sir...

if something happened,

you really need to tell us the truth.

If you cooperate with us,

we can help you with what comes next.

Mr. Hudson, did you shoot Derrick Moore?

I didn't... I didn't go out there to hurt the boy.

He had a gun.

I got scared.

We've been on our own for too long.

And where the hell y'all been?

(TV plays indistinctly)

Another one? Yeah.

Yeah.

Anyway, I expected anger or tears,

not resolve.

She refused to accept the situation.

That's when I realized that this guy

didn't blow up my marriage.

Bonnie did.

As misguided as this lady's loyalty is,

she's willing to fight.

Bonnie wasn't.

She didn't want to leave me for this guy.

She just wanted to leave me.

Wow, it takes me months after a breakup

to have that kind

of a perspective.

Yeah, sorry you had to go through that.

But sounds like you're ready to move on.

Don't really have a choice, do I? Mm.

Lord knows I don't need to hear

any more of your breakup stories.

Oh, you've got stories, do you?

For days, man. I'm the king

of brutal breakups.

You ever have your plus one at a wedding

hook up with the maid of honor?

Okay, that I got to hear.

(sighs)

I thought I'd feel better after closing this case,

not worse.

The community needed our help,

and we ended up arresting one of their own.

You want to tell me this community

deserves better, I'm right there with you on that.

Better funding.

Better opportunities,

all of it.

Derrick Moore got gunned down in an alley for making music.

We may not like what his music has to say,

but he had every right to say it.

What you said before,

about inspiring hope.

Do you ever question if it's working?

Every day.

But I got to keep on trying.

(sighs)

You did the uniform proud today, Powell.

That's the best we can do.

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