All language subtitles for SWAT.S08E03.WEB-E

Previously on SWAT... HICKS: How'd Gamble do out there?

DEACON: She's good. Quick
on her feet. She seems sharp.

Commander, are you gonna blame
her for what her father did?

I don't blame her, Hondo,
but she brings a lot of baggage.

Her dad killed one of our own.

We never forget

and we never forgive.

HONDO: You mess with Gamble,

you mess with 20-Squad.

That means you mess with me.

HICKS: Two dead sheriff
deputies, several wounded.

The most dangerous
is Jesse Ramirez,

aka Cuchillo.

HICKS:
Cuchillo's about to be sentenced

to life for murder,

sexual assault

of underage girls

and extortion.

Any day now, Hondo.

HONDO: I'm here!

Okay, folks, today we've got

eggs Benedict with.

Canadian bacon and

hollandaise sauce.

That ain't hollandaise.

- It's cream of wheat.
- Aw, it was a joke.

Trying to give people
a little joy to start their day,

- you know what I mean?
- I want my eggs Benedict.

[weak chuckle]
You think this is IHOP, bro?

I'm not moving till I
get my eggs Benedict.

Move it along.

[inmates shouting]

Whoa, whoa!

- Aah!
- Code red! Officer down in the canteen!

[grunting]

Whoa.

[grunts]

Oh, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa, ch-chill, man, chill.
You want hollandaise,

I'll make you
hollandaise, no problem.

Code red! We need backup!

Hey! All of you, stay back!

[clamoring, shouting continues]
Hey, hey, move it!

Get... get back!

MAN [over P.A.]:
Lockdown. We are in lockdown.

Facility-wide lockdown.

[indistinct chatter]

David Bennett. I'm the warden.

Your team arrived
about five minutes ago.

Well, they got the benefit
of driving a tank.

People on the 405
tend to get out of your way.

Commander Bob Hicks.
We've met, actually.

At the Eagle and Shield
fundraising dinner

a few months back.
You were there with your wife.

Right. We both bid

on that Ojai spa day.

- Hope you're not upset I won it.
- Not at all.

Never was a fan of massage,

and no facial's
gonna fix this face.[gate buzzes]

I was just trying to get
the bidding off to a good start.

What's the sitrep inside?

A prisoner
managed to take a guard

and another prisoner hostage
in the low security unit.

We got the other prisoners
back in their cells

and the whole facility's
on lockdown.

Prisoner make any demands?

Yeah, he wants eggs Benedict,

a rib eye steak
and a Black Forest gateau

all served by Angelina Jolie.

If he doesn't get it
within the next five minutes,

- he says he's gonna. - kill the guard.
- I'm assuming you tried

- negotiating.
- I offered him a cheeseburger

served by me.

- He didn't respond.
- Where's the prison CERT team?

We don't have one.
We're understaffed.

Not for want of trying, but

it's hard to find good people.

That's a tough job to fill.

Look, we got the same
challenge with the LAPD.

But no worries, SWAT'll have
this under control in no time.

[door opens][lock buzzes]

See they haven't redecorated.

You been here before?

Once. First and last time
I visited my dad in prison.

He was here...

before they transferred him
to Lancaster.

[door buzzes]

[inmates shouting indistinctly]

[whistles]

PRISONER 1:
Who invited the strippers?

Yo, sweet cheeks,

nice ass!

PRISONER 2: Trash collection.

I got some junk in here.
You want to take it out, huh?

Hey, how about I come in there
and take you out?

POWELL: Hey.

If I can ignore them,
so can you.

Come on.

Your mom's got you
by your cajones.[laughs]

Uh, that's the thing
with hollandaise,

is you got to take your time
with it, you know?

Make sure you get
all the lumps out.

I was only standing up
for you back there.

Thanks, but I don't need you to.

In two minutes, he's
gonna find out that.

Angelina Jolie's
not showing up with his rib eye,

so let's make this fast.

HONDO: Copy that, sir.

[quietly]:
And, Hondo, just a reminder,

the warden's wife is...

Deputy Chief Bennett, I know.

Wondered why Hicks fought
freeway traffic to be here.

Warden's wife oversees
all SWAT operations.

Including appointing
the commander.

HONDO: All right, here we go.

Let's show 'em how SWAT
gets things done.

- Deacon, flashbang ready?
- Set.

Tan. Kick it.

LAPD!

Turn around, big man.

Hands behind your back.

Tan, cuff him.

Don't shoot. I'm a hostage.

The hell is that?

Do you know how to make
hollandaise? 'Cause I don't.

HONDO: You all right?

Get up.

Gamble, go with the C.O.

- Get this guy.
- back in lock-up. - Copy.

HONDO: Everybody good?

- POWELL: Yeah.
- DEACON: Yeah.

20-David. Hostages secured.

Two prisoners in custody.

We are now Code...

Hondo, what the hell was that?

HONDO: I don't know.

Some kind of explosion.

- I don't know what caused it.
- MARVIN: Aah! Help!

Somebody get this off me!
[grunts]

Alfaro, hold up, hold up.
I smell gas.

Must have ruptured the main.[grunts] Help!

DEACON: We got to find
the gas valve and shut it off.

- MARVIN: Aah! Aah! Help me!
- Don't do it, Miko!

Help!

It got it, I got it! It's off!

[panting]

HICKS: Hondo, talk to me.

What the hell's
going on in there?

Sir, a ruptured
gas line ignited.

Everything's under control now.

Hey, come on.

Powell, get him outside.
Get him to safety.

- Hey. Are you hurt?
- No, I'm fine.

- Let me see your hands.
- I'm fine.

Hey! Show me your hands.

I warned you not to rush in.

Look, someone needed... Okay, hey.

You get out of here.
You get that dealt with.

- You are done.
- Sarge.

What'd I say?

You're done. Go.

Hondo.

You're gonna want to see this.

Some sort of IED.
Probably a pipe bomb.

What if the hostage situation
was just a distraction

so someone could sneak in here
and set this off?

Where does this lead?

It's a store room
in the high-security unit.

Why blow a hole
deeper into the prison

if you're trying to escape?

Has to be whoever did this

had something else in mind.

Powell, Gamble, get back here.

Who the hell is that guy?

Hondo, we got

a low-security prisoner
on the loose.

- It's got to be the person.
- who set off the bomb. - HICKS: Looks like

he's heading for the
high-security wing.

- How many guards.
- assigned to that unit? - Only four

working today.
Like I said, we're understaffed.

Warn those guards.

Hondo, get after that prisoner.

All right, you heard
the man, let's roll.

I thought the facility
was on lockdown.

- It is.
- Run a roll call now.

I already ran...

I'll run another one.

You got it.

All right, let's split up.

Tan, Powell, take the right side
of the block.

[inmates shouting]

HICKS: Hondo, prisoner's
outside the guard room.

He's got an IED.HONDO: Copy that.

[prisoners whooping]

HONDO:
Hey, hey, stop right there!

Hands in the air!

[door buzzes]

We're locked in.[doors buzz]

PRISONER: What we got here?

Oh, hello.

Day got interesting.

HONDO: Hey, hey, hey. Stay back.

Anyone takes a step closer,
you're gonna regret it.

Tan, get this door open now.

I'm on it.

There's got to be 20 of 'em.

Most of these guys
are in here for life.

They don't have much to lose.

GAMBLE: Hey! Get back.

I smell bacon.

Anyone else hungry?[all shouting]

Hey, this is your final warning.
You stay back.

[grunts]

[prisoner coughing]

Come on, man.

♪

I need an update.

POWELL: Two guards dead.

One injured.

- HONDO: Tan?
- I'm working on getting the door open.

Console's smashed to pieces.

Not sure how much longer
we can hold 'em.

[grunts] How you doing?

Ah. Got a...
got a little splinter.

It's not too bad. Not too deep.

We got to get it out before
we can move you, though, okay?

[grunts]

- You ready?
- Yeah.

We'll do it
on the count of three.

One, two, three.

[groans]

Follow me. Follow me!

Gamble!

[grunts]

Tan, open this damn door!

I think I got it working.

[door buzzes] TAN: Not
sure it's gonna close, though.

Door's opening. Move.

- Let's move. - Yeah.
- Go. Come on.

Get back! These ain't
rubber bullets in this gun.

I'm warning you.

- Is there another.
- way out of here? - Yeah.

Through here
to the recreation yard.

Go, go, go.

[prisoners chattering]

Let go, move. The key.

[lock clicks]

Your team should have
got in there faster.

Now two correction
officers are dead.

And I'm sorry for that.
But that's hardly SWAT's fault.

Commander, the prisoners are all

contained within the cellblock,

but the bomber managed
to get away.

He's got a set of keys
that opens every single door

in this facility,
including the control unit?

Yeah. That's the prison
within the prison.

It's where we house
the most violent inmates.

It gets worse.
Key to the armory...

he's got that, too.

We're gonna need access

to the security cameras
in the control unit

and the armory. Now.

Is there a route to the
armory that doesn't involve

going back the way we just came?

Yeah. We can go
through that door,

then go through a passageway

between the cellblocks.

HICKS: Damn it!

He's already released

the inmates in the control unit.

He wants to start a damn riot.

We got a real problem now.

They got into the armory.

I'm calling in more SWAT teams.

Hondo, sit tight

and wait for backup.

Copy that, sir.

Wh-Whoa, whoa,
what are you doing?

We can't wait for backup.

Your team needs
to get in there and stop this.

All due respect, but that
horse has already bolted.

My team's outnumbered
and outgunned.

- I'm not risking their lives.
- In the event

of a riot,
decision-making authority

rests with the warden.

The only person that has
authority over SWAT is me.

MAN: Dad. Come in. Over.

Hey, it's... it's Jason, my son.

He's a guard, too.

Jason, what's up?

Dad, I'm in the infirmary.

I was escorting
medical personnel

when we got put on lockdown.

I can hear gunfire.
What's going on?

Jason, this is Sergeant
Harrelson, LAPD SWAT.

What's happening?

The prisoners
are trying to get inside.

I don't think
I can hold 'em off.

You hold tight.
We're on our way.

Hondo, backup's en route,

but it's gonna be
at least 30 minutes.

HONDO: Commander, we got a guard

and civilians
trapped in the infirmary.

They don't have 30 minutes.

Let's move.

[indistinct chatter]

You okay?

Yeah, nothing serious.

Now I'm stuck out here when
I really want to be inside.

Happy to trade with you.

[sighs] I was just trying
to do the right thing

and my sergeant got pissed.

Now my team are
in there in trouble

and I can't help them.

It wasn't about the eggs.

What?

The fight that Albert
kicked off with the guards...

it wasn't about eggs.

Albert went Custer's Last Stand
over eggs?

That dude'll eat anything.

I've seen him eat
my sloppy joes.

I wouldn't even eat
my sloppy joes.

Okay, okay. What
kicked off the fight

if it wasn't about the food?

I mean, I saw him chatting
to someone in line.

They shook on something.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You're telling me that

he started a fight and took
a guard hostage on purpose

so someone can set that bomb?

I mean... Hey, hey.

Who was he talking to?

A guy called Luis Diaz.

I... Normally, wouldn't
stick in my mind,

except last few weeks,
dude has not

shut up about how he's
gonna be living the high life

in Thailand soon.

Yeah, says the girls in Patpong

better watch out,
if that's of any use.

You're welcome.

HONDO: This is gonna
get us to the infirmary?

Keep going.
Another hundred feet.

[indistinct chatter,
shouting in distance]

Infirmary is right through here.

[gunshots in distance]

Clear.

[glass breaking]

[indistinct chatter]

LAPD! Don't move!
Put your hands behind your back.

Do it now.

Gamble, get 'em in cuffs.

He's dead.

Looks like he OD'd.

WOMAN: What are you doing?
Let me go!

Powell, door.

- Drop the weapon!
- Back off or I'll kill her!

Okay. Okay, big guy. You win.

Backing off.

[grunts] Aah!

Prisoner down.

NURSE:
I'm gonna need help over here.

POWELL: He okay?

What happened?

One of the prisoners
pistol-whipped him.

I'm worried he may have
a brain bleed. Help me

get him on the table.

[grunts]

- He needs medical treatment.
- NURSE: We need to get him

to the hospital.
He needs a CT scan.

HONDO: There's more SWAT teams

24 minutes away,
but there's no safe way

to get anyone out until then.

Where's the guard that was
with you? Where's Jason?

Hey, where Jason?

Uh, two of the prisoners
grabbed him.

Said they were taking him
to someone called El Rey.

Who's El Rey?

Benicio Ramirez.

L-2D gang leader.
This is not good.

Well, don't worry about it.
He's valuable as a hostage.

No.

El Rey's got beef with Jason.

He reported him
for an infraction.

The warden took away
his yard time.

He's had it in for Jason
ever since.

Gamble,

Deacon, the two of you

stay with the civilians.

Lock those three perps
in the closet.

Barricade yourselves in here

until SWAT shows up.

Powell, Tan,
let's go find Jason.

I'm coming with you.

That's not happening.
You're hurt.

No, I'm fine.

I'm ex-military.
I can handle myself.

And it's my son in danger.

All right.

Tan, Powell,
you take the ground.

We'll take the upper level.

Your guys better find
that officer.

How you doing ID'ing the bomber?

ALFARO: His name's Luis Diaz.

Worked as a blaster
for a mining company.

Pull up Luis Diaz.

Apparently he's been
sharing his Thailand

vacation plans
with anyone who'll listen.

HICKS: He's still got six
years left on his sentence.

He's either planning ahead
or planning an escape.

How the hell does he think
he's getting out of here?

Maybe the same way
the explosives got in.

ALFARO: Well, there's more.

A fat four-figure sum hit
Diaz's bank account last week.

Someone from the
high-security wing

must have paid Diaz
to start the riot.

Hondo, we ID'd the inmate

who planted the bomb.

Name's Luis Diaz.

He's got to be
plotting an escape,

possibly with an inmate
from the high-security wing.

Copy that, Commander.

He's wearing blue.
Should be easy to spot.

What were you... Army or Navy?

Air Force Pararescue.

After I retired
I worked with gangs,

then moved into this.

Jason followed me in.

Wanted to get some experience
before applying to LAPD.

Well, he's getting his wish.

- MAN: No way my wife.
- would agree to that. - Hold it.

You hear that?

LAPD!

Show me your hands!

[woman moaning on TV]

The hell are you doing?

You're getting
your rocks off to an octopus?

Look here, freak.

We're looking for a guard
being held hostage by El Rey.

Do you know where he could be?

No idea.

You want more screen time
with your eight-legged friend,

tell me where I can find him.

Uh, try the chapel.

[knife clinks] Hey.

Hey! No, no, that's not fair!

Shut up.

- It's called life.
- No!

How come you never
visited your dad again?

I only came here to tell him

I didn't want
anything to do with him

and that I was changing my name.

When I was a kid,
people used to tell me

I was a chip off the old block.

I loved it, but...

that was when I thought
my dad was the greatest.

Yeah, people used to
say the same about me.

That I was a chip
off the old block.

God, I hated it.

Guessing your dad wasn't
a cop-killer like mine, though.

No.

But he wasn't the greatest.

Worked long hours,
wasn't around much.

When he was home, he
and my mom would fight.

She accused him of
being a useless father.

Called him a terrible husband.

So, when people said
I was just like him...

- You didn't take it.
- as a compliment. - No.

Now I see all they meant
was I looked just like him.

Hope to God that's not
what people were implying

when they said that
about me and my dad.

[short chuckle]
What do you think they meant?

That I was a go-getter.

My dad never quit
on anyone or anything.

He was loyal to a fault.

He was my biggest
cheerleader, made me...

believe I could do anything.

He was so proud of me

when I made it through
the academy and became a cop.

Hm. He was okay
with you being a cop?

Gave me a pair
of tactical gloves as a gift.

That was nice of him.

With steel plates
sewn in the knuckles.

Those are illegal.

That's my dad.

He's wearing blue.

- Got to be our bomber.
- Check him.

It's Diaz. We'll get you help,

but tell us who paid you
to set those bombs.

The Prophet.

The Prophet?

We were supposed
to escape together,

but he stabbed me.

N-No!

LAPD!

Aah! God! Powell!

Drop your weapons!
Drop 'em now![Tan shouting]

Drop 'em!

[grunting]

Powell!

Give me the gun!

[grunting]

Aah!

[buzzing]

[indistinct chatter]

- [whispering]: Jason.
- No!

It's five against two.

[groans]

KYLE: Jason!

[grunting]

Aah!

[grunting]

I got you, I got you.

Stay there.

KYLE: Got you. I got you.
I got you, come on.

You okay? I got you.

[gasps, coughs]

Okay?

Don't even think about reaching.

He okay?

Yeah, he's okay.

Drop the weapons!

You first, sucio.

Looks like we're late
to the party.

EL REY:
You forget where you are?

You're in my house now.

POWELL: Get the hell off of me!
Get off of me!

Get off... No!

No! Get off of me now!

[groaning] The bitch cut me!

- Make her pay.
- Shut up!

Get off her!

Hey!

- Let her go!
- Stay back or I'll cut her!

[grunting]

[buzzing]

You okay?

24-David. Prisoner Diaz is dead.

HICKS: Copy that, Powell.

Before he died, he told us that
an inmate called the Prophet

planned the bombs and the riot,

apparently all part
of his plan to escape.

It's got to be a nickname.

We'll start working on an ID.

Roger that.

We'll keep searching
for the missing guard.

Where's Warden Bennett?

He mentioned something about
speaking to the press.

[short chuckle]

So, rather than working
with us to save his people

he's working on how to message
things to save his own ass.

Got it.

What you gonna do now, man?

You killed my men.

I think it's only fair
that I kill you next.

Those two will live
if you get 'em help in time.

You pull that trigger,
you're never gonna

see the outside
of a prison again.

I have a life sentence
without a chance of parole.

[laughs]

At least I'd have a memory

of your brains
splattering that wall

to keep me company
for the next 40 years.

If you kill me

they're gonna send you
straight to Florence.

That's right.
Their supermax makes

this place look like
Margaritaville.

That's 23/7 in solitary.

No family visits.

I don't have family!

I had a cousin,
and a po-po shot him.

You ain't gonna get
no more yard time, either.

You'll be exercising
in a concrete pit,

twenty by ten, while shackled.

Come on, man, think.

Killing me don't help you.

Look, I got a better plan.

Leverage the three of us,

get the warden to
agree to concessions

in exchange for letting us go
and shutting this riot down.

[laughs]

'Cause that payaso's
ever kept a promise.

I will make sure that he does.

70 and 60-Squad

are 15 minutes away. 20-Squad,

how you getting on
with finding that missing guard?

22-David. Still looking
for him.[indistinct chatter]

20-David, what about you?

Any luck?

That's my commander right there.

If I don't answer he's gonna

have my team
come looking for me.

You tell him everything's sweet.

Anything else, I'll put a bullet
in them and then your kneecaps.

[walkie clicks on]

20-David.

Still searching the chapel, sir.

HICKS:
Roger that. Keep me updated.

Your dad still around?

Yeah.

He lives in Vermont.

We catch up whenever we can.

So you forgave him
for not being around?

Yeah, it tooka while.

I had a lot of resentment
toward him.

How'd you manage to do that?

Well, I found out that the
reason he worked such long hours

and stayed away like he did

was for us kids.

If he wasn't as home as much,

wouldn't upset my mom.

[chuckles] It's hard, isn't it?

Loving someone
you're also angry at.

I don't think
I'm allowed to love him.

Not after what he did.

We've got a problem.

It's on you.

Got it.

He's seizing.

Brain must be swelling
from the brain injury.

I don't know
how much time he has left.

- Is there anything you.
- can do for him here? - No.

He needs a surgery.

We got to get him to a hospital.

30-David. Commander,

we got a civilian,
critical condition.

He needs to be medevaced
out of here ASAP.

What's the ETA
on the other teams?

They're still 12 minutes out.

I'll have an ambulance on
standby to transfer the patient

to Memorial as soon as
we're Code 4.

Roger that.

Help's on the way.

Your team find my officer yet?

No, they're still
looking for him.

Geez. My wife assured me
that SWAT could handle this.

That you were the
best of the best.

Now I've got a riot that's
turned into a bloodbath

and two dead officers.

Lest we forget,
that you're the one who let

the explosives
find a way inside.

Every prison
struggles with contraband.

Normally that's
cell phones and drugs

being smuggled in, not bombs.

There will be a reckoning
once this is over.

[chuckles] And believe me,

it won't be my head
on the chopping block.

Well, I'm not thinking
about that.

Or my own neck.

I'm focused on the situation
in front of us right now

and saving innocent lives.

[phone vibrates]

The Times.

Warden Bennett speaking.

Yes.

N-No, LAPD SWAT has command
of the situation.

Commander Hicks is running
things on the ground.

I'm just a spectator.

I could have sworn, 20 minutes
ago, he was telling me

he was in charge
of the riot response.

I guess I must have misheard.

I can't believe he's trying
to throw SWAT under the bus.

Oh, I can.

I met him a few months
back at a fundraiser

for the families
of fallen officers.

Spotted him stealing pens
at the silent auction table

so he could stop other people

from bidding on the
items he wanted.

[chuckles]

That's why I came down here
when we got the call.

A man who cheats
at a charity auction

isn't someone I trust
to make the right decisions.

I think I found out
who the Prophet is.

My mom sent me to Sunday school.

Not a lot of it stuck.
But I remember.

Moses was a prophet.

I found this guy, Moses Adams,
on the manifest.

He was convicted of torturing
and murdering eight women,

suspected of killing a dozen
more over an eight-year span.

Command to D-Team.

The prisoner
behind the whole affair

is a lifer named Moses Adams.

Adams paid Diaz to rig the bomb

and start the riot
in hoping to escape.

This guy's a serial killer.
We cannot let that happen.

TAN: - Copy. We'll be on the lookout.
- Sending you

his mugshot now.

[phone vibrates]

GAMBLE: Deac, we got company![gunshots]

Watch out, watch out! Move!

30-David. Could really use
some backup in the infirmary.

TAN: On our way, Deac.

Hondo, you copy?

Hondo, come in.

Hondo?

I know that name.

You're the po-po
that shot my cousin.

Yeah. Jesse Ramirez?

Known to his friends
as Cuchillo?

You remember him?

Yeah.

He was on trial for murder.

Escaped custody and took
a young girl hostage.

And as I recall, he was
planning on raping her.

Yeah, I remember him.

[scoffs]

I said he was my cousin,
not a saint.

HICKS: Hondo, where are you?

Hondo can't come
to the phone right now.

Who is this?

Where the hell's Hondo?

[grunts]

[indistinct chatter]

Flashbang! Cover!

[high-pitched ringing][grunting]

Thanks.

30-David.

Three prisoners down.
We are Code 4 in the infirmary.

Any update on Hondo?

HICKS: Negative.

Whosever
holding him stopped responding.

They make any demands?

None so far.

Damn it.

That's not good.

I shot your cousin
from 300 yards away,

dead square between his eyes.

And I wish I hadn't.[chuckles]

You think remorse
is gonna save you?

I look like a priest?

I don't feel bad
about killing him.

Only that I wasted a bullet.

He deserved to suffer
for what he did.

Five minutes alone,
that's all I would have needed.

And he would have been
begging for that bullet.

Five minutes alone with him,
he would've made you his bitch.

I only need two.

Is that right?

I see what you're doing.

El Rey, you said you wanted
a memory to savor

for your next 40 years
of solitary, right?

So, what's gonna be
more satisfying...

pulling that trigger

or getting your hands dirty?

Or maybe you're just afraid
if we do go head-to-head

I'll make you my bitch.

I know Hondo.

Right now, he's doing
whatever he can

to buy us some time,
so let's go get him.

Last location he reported
in from was the chapel.

Find him and the two guards
and bring 'em back ASAP.

All right, Tan, you stay behind

until the other
SWAT team arrives.

- Should be any minute.
- Yeah.

When they get here, you get
that doctor and nurse to safety.

Yeah, I got it. Go, find Hondo.

On me.

WARDEN BENNETT:
What the hell? Call them off.

- The last thing we need.
- Is three more hostages. - No, I'm not

- calling 'em off.
- I'm in charge of this operation,

- not you.
- Well, that's funny.

'Cause I could have
sworn I heard you

telling the L.A. Times
I was in command.

He really needs
to make up his mind.

Fine.
Then I want it on the record

that this was your call.

- I had nothing.
- to do with it. - Sure.

And let's get this on the
record, too, while we're at it.

You're an incompetent moron

who's got no business
running this or any prison.

I wouldn't trust you to run

- a damn bath.
- You're calling me incompetent?

When my wife hears
how you handled things today...

SWAT handled what you couldn't.

And now you want
to shift the blame

for your mistakes onto SWAT?

I won't let you do that.

I'll fight you
tooth and nail if you try.

You won't get a chance to.
You're finished.

I guarantee it.

You think I give a rat's ass
about my career?

The only thing
I care about right now

is bringing my team home safe.

And your two officers as well.

That's just one of the many ways
I'm proud to say

you and I... we're different.

Whoa! Look out!

Five prisoners deep.

[exclaiming] Moving away.

[prisoners jeering][grunting]

INMATE: Dirty that face up!

INMATE 2:
[exclaims] That's what's up!

Hope you didn't
want an open casket.

INMATE 3: Finish him, El Rey.

LAPD!

- Stop right there!
- Don't, get down. - Get down, now!

DEACON: Go hands-on. I got him.

I got him, I got him.

On your stomach.

Get up. On your knees.

Take a mental snapshot.

You're gonna spend
the next 40 years

thinking about this face.

Deputy, you good?

I'm good.

DEACON: Commander, Hondo's safe.

And let the warden know

we rescued his two CO's.

Copy that, I'll let him know.

Your guards have been rescued.

Riot's under control.

But we still got
a serial killer to find.

Adams evaded capture
for eight years.

We can't let him escape.

If he does, there's no telling

if we'll ever find him again.

I sent you all
his mugshot earlier.

Wait a second.

That's the doctor.
And the nurse...

GAMBLE: She's in on it.

HONDO: You got to let Tan know,

- now.
- DEACON: Tan,

Moses Adams
is the injured doctor

and the nurse is in on it, too.

You got to stop 'em.

It's too late.

Medevac already rolled them out.

♪

[indistinct radio
chatter][indistinct chatter]

We made it.

Do you have the passports?
The money?

Everything's set.

Car's packed, filled with gas.

Should get us across the border.

Did I do good?

You did great.

Hate to interrupt
this romantic moment,

but...

[grunts] Oh!

[grunting]

HICKS: Ho! Whoa.

Don't you move.

Only place you're going

is back inside
a six by eight cell.

Get him out of here, Gamble.

Hands.

Get off of me, you pig!

I just saved you
from a shallow grave

in the Sonoran Desert, but okay.

I know some people
like bad boys,

but she was really
taking it to the extreme.

She thought they were
gonna honeymoon in Cabo

and live happily ever after.

[chuckles] Bless her heart.

60-Squad found our real doctor.

Looks like Adams killed him,

swapped clothes with him,

made him look like
a prisoner who OD'd.

I guess the both
of 'em hoped that

in the chaos of the riot, the
guards wouldn't stop to check.

And on that note,
I'm gonna make sure

the warden's done
a full roll call.

60-Squad,
always late to the party.

[all chuckling]

[indistinct conversation]

Hey, Migo.

How are the hands?

Be fine in a couple days.

How about you? Heard you gave it

as good as you got in there.[chuckles]

Yeah, if that's the case,

I almost feel sorry
for the other guy.

Hey, I'm sorry
I didn't listen to you.

I shouldn't have
rushed in like that.

No.

I shouldn't have gotten angry.

I was just worried, kid.

Look, I've seen
a lot of great officers

get taken out for good
because of one

heroic action that landed
just this side of foolish.

Yeah, sometimes I struggle
to stick that landing.

I'm working on it.

Look, I always want to be
the first one in,

leading from the front,
like you do.

When I was your age,

I might have been, occasionally,
a little reckless, too.

But time and experience
taught me a valuable lesson.

Never be in a hurry to die.

It's a little bit
of wisdom that I got

from my mentor back in the day.

And I passed that off to Street,

and now I'm passing it off
to you.

Nice work today, Gamble.

Almost let a serial
killer escape,

but, yeah, 20-Squad for the win.

I was thinking about
what you said earlier about

not wanting people to think
you're anything like your dad.

What if you are like him?

[scoffs]

No, no, no. Hear me out.

What if you inherited
all of his good qualities

and none of his bad?

Sounds like he was a guy

that had charisma in spades

and someone who fought
for what they believed in.

Yeah.

He did.

So, is being
a chip off the old block

necessarily a bad thing?

How you doing?

Back to work tomorrow.

Mama is not letting you
out that house.

[both laugh]

What about you, youngster?

Today didn't put you off?

No way.

If anything, after seeing.

SWAT handle things
the way you did,

makes me even more determined
to apply to LAPD.

But I figure I've got
a lot to learn first.

Well, there's no
better training ground

than being a
corrections officer.

When you do apply
to the academy,

you let me know, all right?

I'll put in a good word for you.

I appreciate that, sir.

Your pops was a boss today.

Be proud.

I am.

I get why you're angry with me.

I let you down. I'm sorry.

What?

It's my fault you got
locked in that room

with those prisoners.

I should have had your back
and I failed you.

You think I'm mad
at you about that?

I'm embarrassed because you
had to come to my rescue.

Why would you be
embarrassed about that?

Five minutes before,
I was telling you

I didn't need you
to come save me

from a bunch of douchebags,

and then I needed you

to save me from a
bunch of douchebags.

Powell, come on.

You can't think
this has anything to do

- with you being a woman.
- I don't want people thinking

I can't handle myself, you know?

It... shook me up.
Made me question...

No. None of us could have
handled that situation alone.

You have to know that.

Not me, not Hondo, not Deacon.

That's why we roll in pairs,

so we can have
each other's back.

You-you took out
two of 'em, Powell.

I was annoyed
you only left one for me.

Thanks.

Thank you so much.

- Thank you for your time.
- Of course, of course.

- Five at five.
- REPORTER: Thanks, Warden.

[sighs]

Did you offer 'em
motion sickness tablets?

Excuse me?

For all the spin
you just force-fed 'em.

[chuckles] Wow.

And here I thought he might
want to offer up some gratitude.

We successfully put down a riot

and stopped a serial killer
from escaping his prison.

It's not the victor
who gets to write history.

It's the one who has
the journalist on speed dial.

Alfaro mentioned that you put

your neck on the line
for us today.

I did what anybody
in my position should do...

looked out for my team.

Is it gonna
come back to bite you?

Eh, depends.

Maybe his bark's
worse than his bite.

[short chuckle]

Good?

- Good job. Good job.
- Good work, y'all.

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