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Previously on S.W.A.T.... It's my mom, isn't it?

Your mother passed away. There were no signs of force or trauma.

But drugs. Paraphernalia and residue.

I donated a piece of my liver in a risky surgery,

and she O.D.'s. I loved her,

but at least now I know she's at peace.

I couldn't live with myself

if I hadn't given her every chance.

I really admired you for doing that for her.

20-Squad's been reinstated. Who's team leader?

Sanchez. How are you?

There's no way

a guy like Sanchez

comes back here without an agenda.

I know about your orders with the commission.

He's trying to get me to quit

as payback for being a whistleblower.

If it wasn't me,

they would just send somebody else.

Second-guessing me in front of the team.

Textbook insubordination.

Strike two. One more and you're looking

at a mandatory disciplinary hearing.

Sticking around SWAT will be death by a thousand pinpricks,

but that's your choice.

And I'm just fine with my choices.

What about you, Sanchez?

I take it you filled them in?

You've done so much for all of us.

It's time for us to return the favor.

You don't need to face this on your own.

So we're in agreement, then:

we solve this problem once and for all.

Mm. Hmm.

Baby, I wish we could stay here all day.

Mm, it's nice having the place to ourselves.

Mm-hmm.

I got to say, though, it's a little too quiet.

No Pops singing in the shower,

Darryl walking around banging doors.

When are your mom and dad back?

I have no idea.

I mean, it's weird enough that they went on vacation together

35 years after getting a divorce, but...

now they make it sound like

they're gonna live out their retirement on a cruise ship.

I can think of worse ways to spend my golden years.

Hmm. Yeah.

How are you feeling

about them rekindling their relationship?

As long as my pops is good to my mom...

I'm okay with it.

I guess we got to get the day started.

Mmm.

Let's go.

How's Darryl doing?

He's doing great.

Kid moves into his own place, and he magically learns

the art of washing dishes.

It's called "adulting,"

and it's good for him to be independent.

Yeah.

He still comes over when he runs out of milk.

Corner store's a little closer, but, you know...

Mmm.

I'm proud of him.

The garage is doing okay,

he's acing his college classes, and he paid back

most of the money that he borrowed from me

to start the business. That's great.

I told you his plan was solid. I'm glad you listened to me.

I'm glad I did, too.

And I'll be doing a whole lot more of that in the future.

That a promise?

Yes, honey.

Something else the matter besides empty-nest syndrome?

Damn, woman.

I forgot how hard it is to hide anything from you.

When I got back from Mexico,

I had a real clear idea of what I wanted.

You.

♪

And I also had a sense of purpose.

I knew I wanted to be a bridge between the LAPD

and the community. I just...

I didn't realize how hard it was gonna be.

No one at LAPD is real interested

in hearing what I have to say at the moment.

Mm, that's got to be frustrating.

Yeah.

But...

I'll figure it out.

In the meantime,

I got to figure out breakfast.

Pancakes?

Sounds good.

Coming right up.

Some nutjob

sent the mayor anthrax through the mail.

I-I spotted the envelope.

The address looked like some toddler

had written it with his hands tied behind his back.

Anyway, the FBI said that the mayor would've died

if it wasn't for me.

Morning.

Yo, I had this super cool date last night.

You want to hear the juicy deets?

I just ate breakfast.

I took this woman Angie out for sushi.

Angie used to be a pro surfer

but who now happens to work for the mayor.

Took me three rounds of sake,

but I got her to spill the 411 on Sanchez.

Lay it on me. She said this guy

on the police commission, Miles Kosas,

offered to pull strings at CHP

and get Sanchez a job

on the governor's protection detail

if he can get Hondo to quit SWAT.

Sanchez couldn't keep his mouth shut about it, apparently.

Governor's detail? That's a prime gig. Yeah, which is why Sanchez

is on such a mission to get Hondo out the door.

Always chasing the prize.

So what are we gonna do?

Well, we make him realize that it's mission impossible.

If we can convince Sanchez

that Hondo's not going anywhere...

maybe he throws in the towel.

Okay.

What's up?

My mom's funeral is this afternoon, and...

doesn't look like anyone's gonna be there.

No one?

Except for me and the chaplain.

And one of us is getting paid.

It's just depressing.

Imagine dying and no one showing up

to say goodbye.

A hundred people showed up to my mom's funeral.

Most of them just for the open bar after.

It's not about how many people turn up.

The funeral's for you, no one else.

It's your chance to say goodbye.

At my mom's funeral, my, uh... my Uncle Sarzo gave me

a white rose to lay on the coffin.

I was so angry at her for getting behind the wheel drunk,

for... for dying...

I didn't even make it halfway up the aisle.

I ran out of the church, and I...

I walked all the way home in the rain.

I threw the rose in the trash the moment I got there.

It's one of the biggest regrets of my life,

not saying goodbye properly.

Don't make that mistake, okay?

The United States is

the only country in the world where you see gunmen

routinely slaughtering large groups of people at random.

Dial it up.

Come on.

She's running circles around you.

A lot of people claim

many of these so-called terrorist attacks

and mass shootings are false flag events

sanctioned by the deep state,

so they can take away our freedoms.

Show me the proof.

You're talking

about ripping up the Constitution.

The Second Amendment's a constitutional relic.

It was never meant to be interpreted

the way your side is choosing to.

The framers were talking

about a regulated militia with muskets,

not arming everyday idiots

with assault rifles.

People have a right to defend themselves.

The best way to stop a bad guy with a gun

is a good guy with a gun.

That's great. Keep stirring the pot.

You can think all day long that something won't happen to you,

but if it does, you're not gonna be prepared.

You'll be a sitting duck.

Andrea makes a great point.

More guns in the world is not the answer.

Go, go, go, go!

What's going on? Nobody move!

Stay where you are.

Don't you move.

Keep the cameras on.

Hi. Yes, we need help.

There are three gunmen in our news studio.

INL News.

Please hurry.

Don't you dare take us off air.

This is my son,

Jackson.

Jackson was six years old

when a man walked into his kindergarten classroom

and shot him dead...

along with 16 other children.

They were not crisis actors.

They were real kids!

Gun!

Come on!

Back off or I'll shoot!

Sit down!

Nobody move!

♪

All right, we got three hostages,

one with a gunshot wound to the chest.

Reportedly, the gunman is the father of a kid killed

in a school shooting, possibly suicidal. INL

Cable News. They got that host,

Tripp Hirsch, pushes conspiracies

about the Shaker Elementary School shooting.

Been calling it a hoax. That's pretty twisted.

The situation right now is no hoax. We got to get in there

and deal with this before a mass shooting airs on live TV.

Let's roll.

Is she okay?

No, she needs help. Please!

Put the gun down. Shut up!

Shut up. This is all your fault.

Get this off air now!

Deacon, Tan, let me know when you've cleared the building.

Roger.

I didn't want to hurt anyone.

I just wanted you to stop telling lies about my child.

You know what you've done to my family?

The pain?

Sounds like he might turn the gun on himself.

He might decide to kill someone else first.

This is the LAPD.

Stop it right there. Don't even think

about going for that gun.

Leave the hero stuff to us, man.

22-David in position.

Got a shot lined up. Gun's by his side.

He's not aiming at anyone right now.

Yeah, then hold fire.

Lies have consequences.

I can talk him down.

Chris, you try.

She can play the empathy card.

But be quick, before this guy loses it completely.

Go, Chris, go.

Hi, Robert. My name is Chris.

I'm an LAPD SWAT officer.

I understand why you're upset.

I would be, too, in your situation.

Will you tell me about your son?

Jackson.

Will you tell me about Jackson?

Um...

he, um, he wanted to be a...

a pilot when he grew up.

He loved pillow fights and, uh...

and Lego...

...and, uh, he was obsessed with sharks.

He has a twin sister.

Phoebe.

I can't do this anymore!

Don't.

Phoebe needs her dad.

Yeah? What kind of a dad am I?

A dad who loves his kids more than anything.

Who'd do anything for them.

I miss him so much.

I know you do.

I also lost someone to gun violence.

I still wonder what I...

what I could have done to save her.

I still have moments where I get so angry.

But you know what?

You die, who is gonna keep fighting for the truth?

Who is gonna fight to keep Jackson's memory alive?

Keep going, Chris. You're getting through to him.

Will you put down the gun?

Let us help you get the truth out.

We're coming in now, okay?

Get us back on air right now.

Don't move.

Put your hands behind your back, Robert.

Poor guy.

He shot someone.

EMTs said she's critical, she might not make it.

He shouldn't have shot her, but can you imagine

if someone killed Lila or-or Matthew,

and then you had to watch some guy tell millions of people

that it never happened, that you were making it up?

No. I can't imagine.

But for someone to have lost a child to gun violence,

seems a pretty strange way to make a point.

The other two gunmen got away before we showed up.

Shot a security guard on their way out.

Luckily, they were nice enough

to show us their faces. RHD's working on ID'ing them

as we speak. One of them got shot in the arm.

Yeah, I already put an alert out

to the hospitals in the area.

My guess is they'll go to ground.

What if the other two are also parents

of kids killed in shootings? There's plenty

of other talking heads out there

spewing the same crap as this guy.

Could be they're planning on hitting more targets.

Liaise with RHD. You can put together a list,

and they can warn them.

All right, I'll get on it.

They're gonna need police protection, too--

at least until we catch these guys.

I told you a hundred times

not to run that story.

We called it a hoax when we knew it wasn't!

We called it an "alleged hoax." We knew

it was an actual school shooting.

We knew children died!

We reaped what we sowed today!

Get off your soapbox, Tripp.

You knew what this job was when I gave it to you.

You practically bit my arm off to get it.

And, good news--

I've had three advertisers call me

in the last five minutes,

including the CEO of Tile Universe.

Our drama this morning probably saved your job,

and the station from going under. Wait, wait, wait.

You... you let it air live?

Of course. That SWAT rescue was TV gold.

I have everyone from CNN

to the BBC clamoring for the footage.

We're gonna make a killing.

I guess that's one word for it.

Robert West,

the guy you arrested, still in surgery.

The other two are still unaccounted for,

but we managed to ID them using facial recognition.

Sam Dolnick. Arnold Boseman.

Once RHD finds them, they've asked SWAT to bring them in.

We warned a dozen other potential targets--

all news outlets, media personalities in the L.A. area--

and we offered them police protection. Well, Tripp Hirsch

and his boss Jeffrey turned us down-said they handle

their security in-house. Well, hopefully not with the same security guards

who let three gunmen breeze their way onto live TV.

What do we know about them?

Dolnick's daughter was killed

in the same school shooting as West's son.

And like West, he has no police record,

no registered weapons.

He campaigns for gun control, if you can believe it.

Now, Arnold Boseman's the real surprise.

He has two kids, but they're both alive and well.

Army vet-he did two tours in Iraq--

and now runs an IT consultancy.

Who probably supplied the fake security passes

they used to get in the studio. His rap sheet's

longer than my ex's list of complaints

about me. Identity theft, fraud,

aggravated assault and criminal threat.

Guy's a conspiracy theorist nut.

There's nothing he doesn't believe.

"Plandemic." Elvis lives.

Lizard people are controlling the world.

His wife left him once he fell down the rabbit hole

and took the kids with her.

Up until two months ago,

Boseman's reposting all of Tripp's videos online,

the ones calling the school shooting a fake,

trolling families. Then, all of a sudden,

he does a total 180, becomes the voice of reason.

Starts posting videos calling out Tripp and others

for saying that the shooting was a hoax.

It's like a flat-earther suddenly heading up NASA.

So what happened two months ago that changed his mind?

This.

Shaker Elementary was not a fake shooting.

It was real, people.

How do I know this?

Because I've been to Shaker Hill.

I've been to the school, and the graveyard

where those kids are buried.

I've met the parents, as well as the grandparents,

the brothers and sisters.

I've seen the pictures and videos.

You're being lied to-- not by them,

but by people like Tripp Hirsch,

who want you to believe that it's all made up.

And why are they lying to you?

So they can make money off of you.

Must have met West and Dolnick. So this guy

lost his kids, but not in the same way.

Not from a shooting, but because he believed the lies

that Tripp Hirsch and the others were selling.

That's why he's just as angry

at Tripp as the others. Enough to shoot him

on live TV? We need

to bring Tripp Hirsch in

and insist that he gets real police protection.

I'll try talking to him again.

Definitely. There he is.

Hey, Sanchez.

What's up, fellas? What's going on?

We heard some gossip.

Share. Cone of silence.

Swear. Okay, we heard that you're planning

to jump from SWAT to the governor's detail.

Where'd you hear that?

Cone of silence.

But we're here to tell you

that job will never be yours.

Why not? Because to win

that promotion,

you need to get Hondo to leave SWAT, right?

And Hondo's not going anywhere.

So says you.

All right, look, this is a commission thing.

I'm just a guy with a job to do-no hard feelings.

Hondo's not a quitter.

And if he doesn't quit,

we're betting that your pal Kosas

won't put in that recommendation call to the governor.

You're good friends. Hondo's lucky.

But good friends would be trying to convince him to leave,

not encourage him to stay. How do you figure that?

Because it's in his best interest.

Why stick around?

What, he's gonna play the rest of his days

on SWAT taking orders from younger guys?

Come on, why sign up for that humiliation?

I sure wouldn't.

Well, not everyone thinks like you.

Yeah, Hondo doesn't care

whether he's a team leader or not.

Oh, well, that's lucky. 'Cause the higher-ups

are never gonna reinstate him.

Excuse me.

Okay, what now? We're gonna need

a bigger carrot to tempt him.

Something better than the governor's detail.

How are we gonna manage that?

This guy's obsessed with rubbing shoulders

with the rich and powerful.

I might have an idea.

Hospital just rang.

Our gunman, Robert West, just got out of surgery.

Deacon, take Chris and go talk to him

before he gets booked into county.

See if he can tell us where his partners might be holing up

and what they're planning next.

Are you taking me to jail?

No.

But I'm... I'm going to jail.

I didn't mean to shoot her.

Do you-do you know if she's okay?

The doctors won't tell me anything.

She's out of surgery.

Doctors just told us she's gonna pull through.

The gun wasn't supposed to be loaded.

I swear, I had no idea. We were only there

so we could speak directly to the viewers,

have a chance to tell our side of the story.

And yeah,

okay, if I'm being honest,

I wanted Tripp to feel

a fraction of the fear my kid must have felt

seconds before he died.

But I wasn't gonna hurt anyone.

I hate guns.

I didn't even want to use them,

but, uh, Arnold said they were just props,

and-and they were the only way to keep the cameras rolling.

Do you think Arnold loaded the guns without telling you? He must have.

Sam and I-neither one of us

even held a gun before this morning.

You think he planned to kill Tripp on live TV?

What? Wait, wait,

is that what you think we were planning?

No, no, no, no, no. I wasn't gonna kill anyone.

I just wanted them to know that my son's death was real.

What do you think Arnold is planning next?

He ever mention targeting anyone besides Tripp?

He was always ranting about different people.

I mean, he-he called Tripp a...

mouthpiece for the larger conspiracy theory machine.

Oh... my God.

I can't go to prison.

I have a kid.

My wife, she's not well enough to work.

I need to take care of them.

Maybe a judge will take into consideration

how much stress you were under.

And if you help us find Sam and Arnold,

we'll talk to the court, tell 'em you cooperated.

I just don't know where they are.

We're from out of state.

I stayed with my sister in Pasadena.

Sam and Arnold, they-they stayed in a motel.

Do you know the name?

They... they said it was, uh, by the 101.

He was complaining about the-the traffic noise.

And Arnold... Arnold said that,

uh, he could see the Hollywood sign.

Now, we got two motels that fit the bill.

Going through the guest registers now.

Okay, nothing in either of their names.

Assume they used a fake ID.

Hold up, go back. Right there: Max Bane.

That's a character from The Dragons of Teledor.

It's a series of graphic novels.

I was really into 'em as a kid.

Arnold was wearing a Dragons of Teledor T-shirt

in that video he posted.

Yeah, I'm not sure I understood any of that, but get going.

It's Sam Dolnick.

He's alive. Clear.

24-David,

we've got one suspect unconscious, breathing.

Need and R/A. And one suspect gone on arrival.

Hey. Second suspect's still unconscious,

so he can't tell us where Arnold was headed.

I got Tan and Street working with RHD

trying to find him. As soon as they do

we're rolling out. Copy that.

Tripp and his producer Jeffrey

turned down police protection again.

They seem to think the stunt this morning was a one-off.

Yeah, well, saves the taxpayers, I guess.

Hey, hold up, hold up.

Question.

Given any thought to life beyond SWAT?

No, can't say that I have.

All right, straight up.

I'm trying real hard to do you a favor here.

Is that what we're calling it now?

There are ways to get ahead in this game.

Shake the right hands, you pat the right back.

You get to keep rolling the dice

and moving on up the ladder.

You played by your own rules.

You know, you broke the blue code

by going public with family business,

and you lost.

The Commission's gonna make your life miserable.

I'm just the start.

So take early retirement.

Get a nice little security gig.

You know, as much as I'd love to stay here and listen

to your career advice,

I got somewhere to be.

Hond...

People have a right to defend themselves.

The best way to stop a bad guy with a gun

is a good guy with a gun.

Annie says it's playing on every channel.

The whole "good guy with a gun" argument makes me mad.

I mean, look what happened to that woman Andrea.

She tried to take on a bad guy with a gun,

and got a bullet through her chest.

She'll probably be eating through a tube

for the rest of her life.

Yeah, and if she hadn't been armed

and taken that shot,

Arnold might have killed everyone in that studio.

What are you doing here?

Well, you didn't respond to my messages.

I'm busy hunting down two active shooters.

Well, I came all the way down here

just to speak to you. Uh, do you mind?

You good?

I wanted to know if you'd be interested

in coming on the show this afternoon.

Our viewers are big, big fans,

and you got yourself quite a following already.

And a hashtag: #HotSwatCop.

You know, people want to know more

about the officer who saved our butts.

I didn't do it alone.

Yeah, but you're a woman.

People like that. It's different.

You look great in that uniform, too.

You should really move

these five minutes of fame into something.

I mean, these opportunities don't come around too often.

No, thanks. You sure?

I think you'd make a perfect spokesperson for gun rights.

People want to hear from law enforcement.

Most cops believe in the second amendment,

but they also believe in sensible gun control laws.

You want to know why? Mm.

'Cause a lot of the times those guns are aimed at us.

Well, come on the show and talk about that, then.

You've got a point of view. People want to hear it.

All you're doing is stirring things up,

selling fake outrage to make a quick buck. I'm sorry you feel that way.

A lot of people think differently.

You know, they want to see us challenge the status quo and... And what--

shoot each other on live TV?

You're lucky no one died today.

I can see that you're a little emotional right now,

so here's my card...

in case you change your mind.

I think that...

Oh, excuse me.

Hey. Hey.

I got your message.

Sorry to pull you away from work. No, you didn't.

I'm on call. What's going on?

I wanted you to meet some folks.

Okay. Who?

Some community activists.

Come on, they won't bite.

They really want to meet you. Babe, I'm in uniform.

They know the LAPD's dropping by?

They read about you in the paper.

What you did-- speaking truth to power--

That counts for something in their book.

You've earned their trust and you have their ear.

Now give them yours.

Okay. Okay.

How are we gonna get Sanchez out?

I talked to Street. We couldn't come up with anything.

No, we got it handled, don't worry.

Deacon here has come up with the perfect solution.

Oh, yeah? Well, let's keep the champagne on ice.

All right? It's not exactly a done deal.

What's not a done deal? See ya.

Deacon here was telling me about

this sweet gig that just came to him

through his security company.

Yeah. A high-profile client

needs a new head of security.

Cool. You tell Hondo?

This sounds perfect for him.

Look, we know the governor's detail sounds good,

but working as head of security for Arthur Meeks

is way frigging cooler.

Who's he? I've never heard of him.

Oh, he's he head of the biggest studio in Hollywood.

He's richer than God.

They guy lives in a mansion in the Pacific Palisades.

Throws these insane parties

with all the A-listers.

I mean, it's so exclusive,

even Brad Pitt has to beg for an invite.

Hosts a ton of fundraisers, too.

All the major players show up: Yeah.

ex-presidents, current presidents,

governors, tech moguls.

I'm not sure it's for me.

It's great pay, too.

And the benefits? They're insane.

If you're interested, you just let me know.

Job's yours.

Nah, see, my ex-wife just moved to Sacramento with the kids.

The governor's based there, so I can be close to them.

But thanks for thinking of me.

No problem.

Been through it twice already.

There's no car rentals under Arnold Boseman or Max Bane.

Maybe he's just taking Ubers? All right, give me a minute.

I'm running a search using all the character names

from The Dragons of Teledor. You never know.

Hey, I heard about your mom's funeral.

You got all the arrangements sorted?

I don't know.

I wrote a eulogy, but what's the point

of reading it to a bunch of empty chairs?

She wasn't exactly religious, so prayers are out.

I guess I'll just play "Summer of '69".

She loved Bryan Adams,

and let's just leave it at that.

My dad's funeral was this huge Chinese affair.

The wake lasted three days. The whole community showed up.

And I remember wishing that everyone would just leave.

It was too many people, too public.

And there was no room for my brother and my mom

and me to grieve.

I guess there's just no good stories

when it comes to saying goodbye.

Yeah. There were some pretty cool traditions, though.

You burn all these different things.

Uh, incense and candles, but also fake paper money,

fake paper cars, houses.

Even fake paper sushi.

Why? So the person who died

has everything they need to be happy in the afterlife.

They make fake paper pills and bottles of whiskey?

My mom would dig that. Kidding.

Not really kidding.

Bingo.

Vigo White.

That's the slayer character from The Dragons of Teledor.

Booked an economy sedan two days ago

from an Enterprise downtown.

They'll have a tracker in the car.

Thank you. It was nice talking to you.

Take care. You too.

Can't believe you did this.

Can't believe good,

or "can't believe you threw me to the wolves like that" bad?

I wouldn't call them wolves.

More like pussycats.

So it was helpful? Yeah.

There were some good ideas.

Sha'Ron was telling me about a pretty cool project

where volunteers respond to minor trouble

in the neighborhood so that the police

don't become the first call.

Reduces tensions between locals and the cops.

I heard of a group in Oregon

doing something similar with mental health call-outs,

using volunteers to de-escalate situations

police are usually called to. Yeah, I heard that, too.

Maybe you can set up something like that in L.A.,

trial it.

I don't have the pull in the department like I used to.

It's kind of the opposite, actually.

So? Partner with some of the people you met today.

I'm sure they can make it happen.

Maybe I can't push the LAPD to change right now,

but it doesn't mean I can't push for change outside of it.

There you go.

Wait. You hear that? What?

Sounds like you finding some purpose.

I think I do hear a little something.

You know, you might just find

You can do more outside of SWAT than in it.

I love you.

I didn't mean to spring that on you.

I've been thinking that for a while.

I just thought maybe I'd finally try and say it.

I love you, too.

Perfect timing. Are you kidding?

Duty calls.

See you tonight.

Okay.

Hey.

Be careful.

Always am.

Excuse me. Hi.

Uh, it's members only. Can I see your ID, please?

I'm not a member.

I'm trying to find someone. It's urgent.

Okay. If you let me know their name,

I can page them for you.

Just give me a minute to deal with this client.

Sorry about that, Mr. Underhill.

I will make a note and...

♪

What are you doing here?

The security guard let me in.

I wanted to hand this to you in person.

Tried to do it earlier, but you've been avoiding me.

I quit, effective immediately.

You have a contract.

I don't care. Really?

Didn't you just buy a house on the west side?

And what about those child support payments

you're always bitching about?

People almost died today,

and you're here, working on your backhand?

Do I look like the type of guy who plays tennis?

I'm here to cut a deal with the CEO of Tile Universe.

They want to buy $600,000 worth of advertising

on your show.

This is the only place their CEO does business. Too bad.

Tell him there isn't gonna be a show to advertise on.

What are you gonna do?

Anchor the evening news?

Hate to break it to you, but that ship has sailed.

The future isn't news.

Jeffrey Aimsbury went to a meeting

at the Toluca Country Club.

Just got a report of a possible shooter there.

We got to get this place evacuated.

That's his car back there.

20-David to Command. Affirmative on the car.

There's someone with a gun!

Go. Go! Hondo, call for backup,

then stay here and get everyone evacuated safely.

This is 27-David requesting backup.

We've got an armed suspect at the Toluca Country Club.

Doing evacs now.

Let's go. Move, move. Off the property. Go!

Go. Go!

There's someone in the building with a gun.

Move! Get out! Move. Go.

Okay, move. Get out of here.

Let's go, let's go, move.

Get off the property. Get to the exits.

Go! Go!

Keep moving. Go!

Help me, please help me!

We have an active shooter. Move! Go! Let's go!

LAPD! Stop! LAPD!

Out this way! Out that way! Come on!

♪

You really think you can hide?

Think I'd give up that easy?

Locked.

Chris.

There you are.

You okay?

Not really.

You did your job.

Oh, please tell me he's not coming over here.

He's coming

over here.

Twice in one day you saved my life.

I was wondering if you'd given any thought

to what we talked about earlier.

She didn't happen to give you my card, did she?

You'd look great on TV. Read the room.

Oh, and by the way, next time someone

offers you police protection--

and I'm betting there will be a next time-take it.

Excuse me, can I talk to you just for one minute?

I'm sorry.

I handed in my resignation. I'm-I'm done.

Right. So the arsonist lights a fire,

and the fire almost kills him,

and then he realizes maybe playing with matches

was a stupid idea.

I'm gonna do what I can to-to make things right.

Starting with-with...

telling the truth.

You know it's too late for that, right?

No one's putting this fire out.

We just wait now, for the next spark,

the next fire.

The difference is you have to live with that now, too.

Same way we do.

Hey, Sanchez. What's up?

What's this I keep hearing about some anthrax threat

at the mayor's office? It's nothing, man.

It was just lucky I was there and spotted something off.

The envelope had about a dozen stamps on it,

address looked like it had been written by a toddler.

If I have to hear that anthrax story one more time...

What anthrax story?

You really haven't heard it?

Sanchez?

He's like one of those talking dolls

people keep pulling the string.

He won't shut up about how he saved the mayor's life.

Hold up a sec. He's saying he's the one

who found that envelope and stopped the mayor

from opening it? Yeah, like he deserves a medal.

No, if there's a medal, it should be going

to the mayor's secretary.

It was Angie who found that envelope

and warned security. Hold on.

You're telling me that Sanchez is taking credit

for something he didn't really do?

Yeah.

Just the man.

I got a proposal for you.

Deac was telling me about this high-profile job

that you would be perfect for.

Head of security for Arthur Meeks.

Studio boss.

Sanchez, you still ain't getting it,

so I'm gonna spell it out for you.

I'm not quitting. Not now. Not ever.

So you can keep sidelining me on missions, and writing me up

for insubordination, whether it's true or not,

whatever.

I'm not going anywhere. Really?

What if I pull you from all the action,

give you substandard evaluations

and force you to fetch and carry like the team mule

for the rest of your days?

Go ahead.

I'll keep doing my job, no complaints.

If the brass want me out, they're gonna have to fire me

because I am not resigning.

You know why?

Because climbing that greasy pole is your sport, not mine.

If I quit, any other cop out there thinking about

calling out the bosses will know I got forced out.

Because doing the right thing is about dignity,

not some payoff.

Wherever I turn, there you lurk.

We're your teammates.

You always got to watch your six.

Given any more thought to the head of security job?

Clock's ticking. I told you I'm not interested.

I hear the clock's ticking on that governor's detail job, too.

Someone sent anthrax to the mayor in the mail,

but thanks to a certain somebody,

the mayor never opened that envelope.

You want to know who saved the day?

It was the mayor's secretary. Believe that?

How many people you been telling that fake story to?

Enough to get a reporter interested

in writing it up, maybe.

I don't think the governor's office

would be too excited about that.

It's gonna be interesting to see how this all plays out,

isn't it, Sanchez?

I hope you got a soft landing a year from now

when Hondo's still here and the Commission's wondering

why you haven't been able to get him out.

So, this job for, uh,

Arthur Meeks.

The studio guy.

Yeah. But what about, uh, Sacramento and the-the kids?

Aw, they'll be off to college soon anyway.

And they'll probably be way more impressed with this

than me hanging with the governor.

Job come with benefits? Yep.

That paycheck, plus early police pension,

it'd be like double dipping.

Yeah.

All right, so what if I'm interested?

Listen up, everyone. I've got some news.

Sanchez has informed me that he's packing up his SWAT bags

and moving on to brighter skies. I want to thank him

for leading the team the last couple of months.

He's done a stellar job.

Good job, Sanchez.

I know you'll want to know who's taking over as team leader,

and usually these things take some time,

require approvals.

But the decision was easy, so it's already been made.

Hondo's back in the saddle.

Hey, that's awesome.

Band is back together, yeah!

Now we can pop the champagne. What just happened?

Come on.

Commander.

How'd you get the brass to approve?

You ever heard the expression

"Don't ask permission, ask forgiveness"?

Yeah. Well, I didn't do either.

I'm tired of the brass interfering with my teams.

Wait, sir.

You sure you're not gonna get in trouble?

Well, at least their anger will be directed at me now

instead of you.

You stuck your neck out for me once.

I'm just sorry I didn't return the favor sooner.

I cede to the better man.

I got to say, Hondo, I have never seen anyone

with a more loyal team.

They were always looking over my shoulder to you.

It was kind of annoying.

Good luck on the next job.

Yeah, I have a feeling I'm gonna do just fine.

I'm sure you are.

I'd say see you around, but I'm heading to Shanghai

in a few days for a premiere.

I'd also say

keep your head down in the future.

But I have a feeling that advice

would fall on deaf ears.

Hey, Street, wait up.

What's this? I told my mom about the funeral.

She went to Chinatown and picked up a few things for you.

That's really sweet of her.

What is this, like, a fake gold bar? Yeah.

Some money, incense, paper cell phone.

Man, my mom would love all this.

It's perfect, man. Thank you.

And here.

Thank you.

Is it okay if we come with you?

Yeah.

I mean, I would have invited you guys,

I just didn't think you'd want to come.

Of course we want to come to be there for you.

Yeah, and now you have a chance to read that eulogy.

You guys, too?

Are you kidding? Yeah. Of course.

Can't have you playing Bryan Adams to an empty room.

We'll ride together. Come on, kid.

Thanks, you guys.

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