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Previously on SWAT...So, Gamble, one week on the job

and you already
need a new vest.

Welcome to the LAPD.

My dad killed a cop. Doesn't
matter that it was a decade ago.

I'm gonna prove
I belong here.

Show Hicks you made the right
call by bringing me back.

You forget my sister
was coming today?

And how long is Nicole
staying this time?

She and her boyfriend
are fighting,

and she just needs
some space to clear her head.

They broke up.

And she's gonna need
more than a weekend.

A lot more. I mean, she's
really great with the kids,

and she's got plenty of time
on her hands, so...

Yeah, no, it's just...

I never thought I'd be happy

to see more of your sister.

Sorry, just texting with Thomas.

- As in your son?
- I reached out

after you got his info.

We've been emailing, and now

we're making plans.

I'm Zoe.

Thomas.

I saw some videos
of your band playing.

I think it's so cool
that you play guitar.

Are you kidding?
Don't you, like, defuse bombs

for a living?

I'd love to tell you about it.

My last patient's at 4:30,
so I can

pick up Julia from ballet.

Do you want me to grab
something for dinner?

We should have enough
leftover pasta.

I can whip up a salad
to go with.

All right,
just getting to clinic.

See you tonight. Love you.

Morning, Randy. How's it going?

Well, quiet so far.

But it is Wednesday,
which means...

Prayer vigil.

Let's hope the protesters
stay on their side

of the street this week.

- Dr. Scott?
- Yes, can I help you?

Thanks for having me over.

I know you're busy
with work and all.

Oh, stop it.

I'm never too busy.

Plus I wanted you
here in person.

I listened to your demos
last night.

You did?
What'd you think?

That you definitely

didn't get your musical talent
from me.

I loved them all.

The one, "From Scratch,"
that's my favorite so far.

Thanks. Yeah, the band's
been putting in so much work.

Rehearsing, like,
four times a week,

but I think it's finally
paying off.

- Oh, yeah?
- One of our videos

somehow went viral

and it caught
the attention

of Lincoln Gate's manager.

I don't know who that is.

Probably means he's super cool.

It's not a he. Come on.

Lincoln Gate's
an indie rock band.

Their manager asked us

to open for the northwest leg
of their tour.

- That's amazing.
- I know.

I mean, it's nothing fancy,
a van and cheap motel

kind of thing, but... Wh-When would it start?

Well, we'd have to meet up with
them in Portland in two weeks.

What about school? Doesn't that
conflict with finals?

Yeah,
that's the problem.

We'd be gone the last month
of the semester.

I mean, the rest of the band
is gonna defer.

I could, too, but...

we still need to raise $2,500

just to get us
all up to Portland.

Hmm.

Would $500 get you started?

For real?

Yeah.

This is your dream, Thomas.

I am just honored
to play a very small part

in helping it come true.

What's your Venmo?

Thanks for the ride today.

- Owe you one.
- No sweat.

Oh, Miko's got you as
his personal driver now?

No, it was just for today.

Amber needed
to borrow my car.

Who's Amber?

Miko's new girlfriend.

What happened to Shannon?

Shannon was three weeks ago.

She had to check back
into rehab.

Try to keep up, Gamble.

So, this Amber
doesn't have a car?

It got impounded.

Parking tickets
catch up with her?

You know, I keep telling her
to pay for the damn things,

but now she can't pay for them

'cause she can't drive Uber
without a car.

So she had to borrow
my car to get

to her audition
- this afternoon.
- Okay.

I-I know I've only been here
for two months, but...

seems like Miko got a type.

What you talking about?

She's the first actress
I've ever dated.

I mean, you
are clearly

attracted
to drama with a capital "D."

What? No, I'm not.

You keep telling
yourself that, Miko.

There's got to be some
Freudian reason behind it.

Nothing some therapy can't fix.

Shooting at a women's clinic
in Highland Park.

I drive by this place
most days.

There's always
a handful of protesters

outside on the sidewalk.

They have a right to be there.

Hey, thanks for coming down.

Yeah, no problem.
So, what do you need SWAT for?

You got an I.D.
- on the shooter already?
- No.

The only witness
was a security guard.

He's on his way to Cedars
with a GSW to the chest.

And no witnesses
to the first shooting either.

- There was another shooting?
- Yeah.

A nurse was
shot and killed

earlier this morning

keying into a women's
clinic downtown.

And you think the two
incidents are connected?

Well, we got to
wait for ballistics

to match up and make sure
it's the shooter, but...

I've been on this job too long
to believe in coincidences.

Abortion is
a hot-button issue.

You think there's a shooter on
the loose targeting providers?

That's why I called you guys in.

How many clinics

like this one are in L.A.?

32, and we sent warnings
to each of them,

but the thing is,
a lot of the doctors

have admitting privileges

at hospitals

all across the city.

If there is a spree shooter,
he's likely

already moving on
to his next target.

She's right.

Now that he got
a taste for killing,

he's not gonna stop.

Not until someone stops him.

We get any leads
on who this shooter could be?

Not yet. Tan's with
Burrows at the hospital,

talking to the security guard
who got shot.

Deacon and Gamble are in with
the clinic director right now.

Uh, we've been doing a deep
dive into the two victims.

The nurse that was shot
at the clinic downtown

is Mia Edwards.

Only out of school a year.

Second victim
was Dr. Jeremy Scott.

Worked at the Well Woman Clinic
for eight years.

Married, two young kids.

We find anything
that connects the victims

besides their line of work?

We're working on it.

Maybe the shooter
was picking randomly,

anyone who worked
at one of these clinics.

Makes for a lot
of possible targets.

Well, we shouldn't assume
the killer's motive yet.

It might not be
an antiabortion protester.

It could be an ex-employee

or a patient with
an axe to grind.

We tried looking
into patient records,

but we're hitting
a wall with HIPAA.

I spoke with
the security guard

before he went into surgery.

He described the suspect
as a white male, five-11,

brown hair with a beard. Guard
heard the shooter call out

Dr. Scott's name
before he shot him.

So he knew him. The shooting
was targeted, not random.

- Yeah.
- Security guard
say anything else?

Getaway vehicle was
a black BMW 5 Series.

He didn't get a plate,
but the back bumper was missing.

Already put out a BOLO.

All right, that's our
only lead so far.

Let's hope we get a hit,
but in the meantime,

keep digging into the victims.

If the shooter deliberately
targeted them,

there must be some connection
that we're just not seeing.

If we find it, it could
lead us to the shooter.

On it.

All right, Tan, you and me,

let's head over
to Dr. Scott's house

and talk to his wife,
see if she has

any idea why her husband
might have been targeted.

I've had pig's blood
thrown at me,

harassing phone calls
in the middle of the night.

A nurse I worked with
had a brick thrown

through her car window
while she was driving.

And you still get up every
morning and go do your job.

I do.

Well, we all do.

Because our work
is important.

You know, we get branded
as baby killers,

but we do a lot more than
just provide abortions.

We provide cancer screenings,
ultrasounds, birth control.

Oh, Dr. Scott ran

a free prenatal clinic
for undocumented women.

We're sorry for your loss.

And we are gonna do
everything we can

to catch the person responsible.

Do any recent
threats stand out?

Did Dr. Scott mention...
being followed

- or harassed at all?
- No.

I mean, all he could talk about
for the last few weeks

was the vacation
they were planning to Hawaii.

Excuse me. Uh...

It's a message from Tan.

Your security guard gave
a description of the shooter.

A white male, five-11,
brown hair, beard.

That match anyone
you can think of?

There's a guy that stands
down the sidewalk,

away from the
other protesters.

And he takes pictures of people

that go in and out
of the clinic.

Any idea what he does
with those photographs?

No.

And I don't think
I want to know.

Hey, Miko, heard the latest
about your love life.

What, is there a
group chat I'm not a part of

where you all just gossip
about me behind my back?

Who told you?

Seriously, though,
think I found someone for you.

Ah.

Oh, okay.

I'm open. What's her story?

Name's Haley. Just moved in
down the hall from me.

Project manager
at a tech firm,

super nice, close
to her family,

just organized a 5K
for an animal shelter.

I think you would
really like her.

We might have a lead.

Apparently, a creeper
matching the perp's description

was found taking
photos of people

going in and out
of the clinic.

What, you think he
posts the images

- on some online forum?
- Probably.

I was thinking if we run
a reverse image search

for Mia Edwards
and Jeremy Scott,

we might be able
to find the website.

I'll get on it.

Powell tell you about
her new neighbor Haley?

Although I have a feeling

she might be a little
too stable for you.

Hey. I can do stable.

Found something.

A website--
United for the Unborn.

It's a doxing site.

Posts home addresses,

phone numbers and photos
of providers who work

in abortion clinics.

Including our two victims.

The site's run by a guy
named John Clayton.

Minor rap sheet,
few arrests for trespassing.

White, brown hair, beard.
Fits our shooter's description.

No work address listed,
but a residence

in South Pasadena.

I'll alert Hondo.

Gamble, grab Deacon.

We need to get over there now.

Here you go.
Yeah! Good job.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Right.

Here we go.

Good job.

Hey, run to Mommy, JD.

Run to Mommy.
Show her how fast you are.

Wow.

John Clayton?

Yes. Can I help you, officers?

Can you tell us
where you were this morning

between 9:00 and 11:00 a.m.?

Right here. Doing yard work.

Can anyone else confirm that?

My wife.
My three other kids.

Do you mind if my officers
speak to your wife?

Of course.

- What's this about?
- Two medical professionals

were killed this morning--
Jeremy Scott and Mia Edwards.

They're both profiled
on your website.

- United for the Unborn.
- That's you, right?

The two shootings that were
- in the news this morning?
That's correct.

You don't think I had something
to do with that?

What, you-you think
I killed them?

Did you?

No.

I don't condone violence
of any kind,

let alone murder.

I believe that life is precious.

All life is precious.

Where do you stand
on terrorizing people?

I don't terrorize people.

I call them out.

And if my tacticsget them

to think twice
about their choices...

And shooting them,

that would certainly get them

to think twice, wouldn't it?

Got a look at their
home security footage.

Alibi checks out.
He was here all morning.

As I said.

All right.

You didn't pull the trigger,

but you're still putting targets
on people's backs.

All I'm doing is standing up

for defenseless unborn children.

Being their voice.

What about the voices
of the women you endanger?

The women whose bodies
you think you can control?

Gamble.

What?

It's always guys like him.

All right, that's enough.

Thank you for your time.

I hope you catch your shooter.

I'll keep the victims
in my prayers.

Drop it.

Hondo, what's the latest?

We just spoke
to Dr. Scott's wife.

She wasn't able
to give us anything new.

She said he shielded her

from the hate mail and threats.

He didn't want to worry her.

Where are you at
with the suspect?

John Clayton's not our guy.

His alibi checks out. He was
with his family all morning.

BOLO just got a hit.

A black Beemer matching
the shooter's car,

parked outside a gym
in Echo Park.

Hondo, we can be there

- in 15 minutes.
- Nah, we're two minutes out.

No, we got it.

We'll let you know
what we find, Deac.

Roger that.

Missing bumper.

That's our
shooter's ride.

Car's clear.

Hey. We're LAPD.

Did you see a man
come through?

White, five-11,
brown hair, beard?

Uh, a guy like that just came in
a minute ago, asking for Zach.

- Where'd he go?
- I told him Zach
had a class starting

in ten minutes.

Get outside now. Go, go.

22-David. We have
an active shooter.

MadMat Boxing and Fitness
in Echo Park.

- Come on.
- Keep moving, keep moving.
- Move, move, move.

Keep moving!

LAPD!

Drop the weapon!

- Put it down!
- Cover!

Tan, moving.

We're LAPD. Where's the shooter?

He escaped through there.

All right, Tan,
stay with him. Call a medic.

22-David. Got a male,

conscious,
GSW to the shoulder.

Roll an R/A. Hey.
You're gonna be okay.

Move, move.

Stop right there!

LAPD! Get out of the way!
Move! Move! Stop the car!

Stop the car!

20-David. Armed suspect
just carjacked a black Wrangler.

Heading west on Sunset.

You finding anything new
on our suspect?

The Beemer's plates list the
R.O. as a guy named Paul Hayes.

I ran him through our system.
Guess what.

He's got a jacket.

That's him.

42-year-old accountant.

Two misdemeanor charges

for disorderly conduct,
another for assault.

He can add two counts of murder
and attempted to that now.

Rest of the team's
already rolling.

They'll meet us at his house.

LAPD!

Give me a two.

Closet...

Two, two, two.

Closet clear.

Bedroom clear.

- Kitchen clear.
- Left side clear.

Definite signs
of a struggle.

Hondo, got a body.

The bathroom's clear.

No pulse.

That's Paul's wife.

20-Squad, we're Code 4.

All these clothes...
I'm guessing

she was fixing to leave him.

She's been dead for a few hours,

so she was probably
his first victim.

Paul discovers
his wife is leaving him.

He kills her,
then goes and murders

a nurse and the doctor?
How's that make sense?

I'm thinking we've been
coming at this all wrong.

This might have nothing to do
with abortion.

They've got two kids.
No sign of them in the house.

Well, they weren't
with Paul at the gym.

Well, this time of day,

hopefully
they're in school.

We got to find 'em now.
Let's go.

There are no records
for either of the Hayes kids

in any LAUSD school.

Miko's checking private schools
to see if we can find them.

Well, we better
do it fast.

They're not gonna be
safe until we do.

Can I ask you
something?

Yeah. What's up?

When we were questioning
John Clayton, our pro-lifer,

why did you shut me down
like that?

You were taking it personally.
It wasn't helping.

Part of our job
is to stay neutral.

I know. I try to stay neutral
on the job.

Racists, sexists,
it's water off a duck's back.

Yeah, I've seen you
handle things really well.

There are one or two things
that just get under my skin,

and men telling women
what to do is one of them.

Fair enough.
I understand.

Do you, though?

I never see you
get riled up ever.

I do.

I've just learned ways
to manage it when I'm triggered.

Mind sharing
some of that wisdom?

Empathy.

You find something
in that person, however tiny,

you find something that allows
you to see them as a human,

no matter who they are
or what they've done

or what they believe in.

You think I agree
with every suspect I encounter?

What about John Clayton?

Do you agree with him?

I mean, I know
you're Catholic and all.

Gamble, my beliefs
are my beliefs.

I do not let them interfere
with how I do my job.

You need to learn
to do the same.

You got to be
kidding me.

Amber just got into
a fender bender,

rear-ended somebody
in my car.

Maybe you guys are right.
Maybe I do have a type.

Look, I know
what it's like

to be attracted
to the wrong person.

Relationships are hard enough
without the extra side of drama.

I'm not trying
to make my life harder.

I actually like Amber. Thought
we had something good going on.

You could be
good for her,

but it doesn't sound
like Amber's good for you.

Dating's supposed to be fun.
You having fun?

Who are they?

Thomas's parents.

Diane, Josh,
is everything okay?

Did you tell Thomas
he should drop out of college?

Drop out? No.

Thomas said that he wanted
to defer a semester.

You didn't encourage him?

Why would you do that?

This tour with his band
sounded like a huge opportunity.

Thomas thought, you know,
it might open some doors and...

Doors that lead where?

Honey.

Thomas needs to focus
on his education

and finish what he started,

not chase some pie-in-the-sky
dream of being a rock star.

I get that, but he's
so talented, and...

Lots of people in L.A.
are talented.

Most of them
are waiting tables.

You were at his gig last month.
You saw how amazing he is.

You both told me
how proud you are of him.

Of course we're
proud of him.

We're his parents.

We understand that you're
trying to support Thomas,

but, really, Zoe,

this isn't your place.

There's your money back.

We would appreciate it

if you kept out
of our family's decisions.

Of course.

Come on, honey.

So he finally did it.

The bastard killed her.

You don't sound surprised.

Hannah started coming
to my self-defense classes

maybe ten months ago.

I didn't notice
the bruises at first.

She tried
to cover them.

- Paul was abusing her?
- Yeah.

She didn't talk about it
at first.

Eventually, I got
her to open up.

Paul would hit her
when he was drunk,

which was pretty often.

Did Paul know she was coming
to your classes?

I didn't think so.

She was always scared about

what would happen
if he found out.

Any idea how the other two
victims might factor into this?

Mia and Jeremy.

They're students
in the same class as Hannah.

They both get harassed
a lot in their line of work

and wanted to learn some moves
to protect themselves.

Wait.

You just referred to them
as victims.

They were both killed
this morning.

Oh, God.

Which is why we need your help

so no one else gets hurt.

Do you know why Paul
would come after them?

Mia, Jeremy, and Hannah are...

...were really close.

Constantly texting,
hanging out after class.

They were trying to get Hannah
to leave Paul.

We all were.

The four of us had
a group text.

Mainly to support Hannah, but...

we were all pushing her to get
the hell out that marriage.

Hannah must have finally got

the courage to leave,
and Paul caught on.

We never found
Hannah's phone.

If Paul got it
and read her texts?

That's why
he's on a rampage.

He's killing anyone

who encouraged Hannah to leave.

Whoever he can blame
for destroying

his marriage and his life.

You have to find Hannah's kids.

She said Paul threatened her
all the time

that if she ever tried to leave,

he'd kill her and the kids.

We found the kids' school.

They go to Oakridge Academy
in Alhambra.

Patrol's en route.

Gamble's contacting dispatch
to warn the school.

What do you mean
they're not here?!

They're safe, Mr. Hayes,
I assure you.

But that's all
I can tell you.

Where the hell are my kids?!

Put the gun down.

Please.

Where are they?!

Principal's pretty shaken up,
but he'll be okay.

You have any idea
- where the kids are?
- No.

But he did confirm that Hannah
arranged for her sister

Jen Wilson to pull the kids
out of school this morning.

It's got to be
part of Hannah's

exit plan to get
away from Paul.

But we have to assume that Paul
has the same information now.

Yeah, I tried to call Jen and
warn her, she didn't answer.

We have to get to them
before Paul does.

Hannah's sister Jen
isn't local.

She lives in Missouri,
flew into L.A. last night.

Now, she's booked to fly
back tomorrow along

- with Hannah and the two kids.
- My guess is,

Jen doesn't know
that Hannah's dead.

Yeah, which means that
if Paul has Hannah's phone,

he can text Hannah
pretending to be Jen,

figure out where they are.

Hannah's laptop was
in her packed suitcase.

There was nothing
in any email or text

about how she planned
to escape,

but then I discovered this.

What are we looking at?

GPS tracking tags.

See, Hannah put one on her keys,

another one on her bike,
but these two dots

are pinging
at Starlight Suites downtown.

That's got to be the kids
Gabby and Adam.

Hannah must've tagged
their backpacks

- or something.
- All right, let's move.

We'll call the hotel on the way.

♪ Too much, too soon...

You guys have fun
in the pool?

Good.

We're gonna get you dried off.

Then...

we'll get down
to the room

and wait for your mom.

She'll be here
any minute.

We'll order room service

and have a sleepover.

- Sound like fun?
- Yeah!

And tomorrow...

we're gonna get on a big plane

and fly all the way to
St. Louis where Grandma Susie

and Grandpa Ted
are waiting for us.

Is Dad coming, too?

No, your dad's gonna stay
in L.A.

Why is he here, then?

Hey, you guys want
to play a game?

Your dad's "it,"
and we need to hide.

And we've got to do it
really quiet and sneaky

so he doesn't find us, okay?

This way.

Oh, my God, he has a gun!

Let's go.

Go, go, go, go, go.

It's okay.

What do we got?

Guests just reported a man
with a gun by the pool.

- Which way?
- Rooftop.

Take the east stairwell
or the main elevator.

- You get people out of here.
- Yes, sir.

Deacon, Gamble, Miko,
take the stairs.

Tan and Powell, you're with me.

Faster, guys.

We want to win, right?

Give me my kids!

30-David.

Suspect is
in the east stairwell.

- Somewhere above us.
- Copy. We're on the roof,

headed for the stairs.

Deacon, you push him up.

We'll cut him off
from above.

Roger.

Come on, come on.

They're my kids, you bitch!

Hide in here.

Be super quiet.

I don't want to play anymore.

Oh, I know, it's okay.

I just need you to get under.

Can you do that for me?

Where are the kids?

Where's Hannah?

Where's my sister, Paul?

Oh, God,
please tell me she's okay.

No.

Hey, hey, it's okay.

It's okay,
Dad's here.

Come on out now, come on.

You can come on out now,
come on.

They're on this level, come on.

Deacon, ninth floor,
north end of the hall.

Right behind you.

LAPD! Drop the weapon!

Let her go!

I need you to put
that gun down, Paul!

Suspect's at the elevator

with three hostages.

They're not hostages!

They're
my children!

Moving.

Back up!

Get out of here!

You know we can't do that.

Hey, Paul, how about you
let Jen and the kids go?

You know I can't do that.

You're not getting
out of here, man.

We'll see.

Tan and Miko!

- They're headed down.
- Roger.

Come here, I got you, I got you.

You're okay, let's go.

Everything's
gonna be okay.

We just need to get
out of here,

and we're gonna be
okay, all right?

Come on, come on, come on.

Come here, come here, come here.

LAPD! Let them go!

Paul spotted us on the ground
floor. He's headed back up.

There's no telling on
which floor he'll stop.

We got to cover all exits. Tan?

You guys stay put,
cover the ground floor.

Roger that.

I want Mom!

She's not here, but I am.

- No, I want Mom!
- Damn it!

I just need to think!

Hold.

He pulled the emergency stop.

He couldn't have got
too far up.

Fourth floor. Fifth max.

All right, Deacon, Gamble,
get to that elevator,

keep him talking.

Powell, you're with me.

All right, I'll stop the alarm.

Then you get
him talking.

Go ahead.

Paul, my name is Officer Gamble.

I'm with the LAPD.

I was hoping we could talk.

No, I don't want to talk to you.

Maintenance cut
the elevator's power flex.

The car's not going anywhere.

Paul, you can't stay
in there forever.

So why don't we figure
out a solution together?

There's no fixing this!

It's too late!

Hondo,

Powell, what's your status?

Hondo's harnessing up right now.

Just need a couple more minutes.

I don't think
we've got that much time.

We're moving as fast as we can.

Paul, you love your kids.

It's obvious. It's clear
you'd do anything for them.

Yeah.

My dad was the same.

There was nothing he wouldn't do
for me and my brothers.

Some days he'd pick us up

in the middle of the day
from school and

tell the teachers we were
going to a family funeral,

then take us to Disneyland.

Sounds like a great dad.

He was.

Till he did
something stupid.

Made a mistake. A big one.

What happened?

He killed someone.

Where is he now?

He's in prison.

What he did was wrong.

He knows it. He's paying for it.

You still talk to him?

Uh...

That's why I can't go to jail.
I can't live without my kids.

And they can't live without me.

20-David. Almost there.

You got to keep him talking,
just a few more seconds.

Paul, your kids are innocent.

Don't do anything you'll regret.

Stop trying to stall me.

I'm not. I promise.

Hannah promised, too.

To never leave me. But she lied!

Why are all women

such lying bitches?

Hannah lied to you.

It hurts when the people we love
lie to us.

It feels like a betrayal.
I get it.

Good.

I never meant to hurt her.

I didn't want this to happen.

I believe you.

It's over.
It's over, Paul.

Give me your hands.

20-David.

Suspect in custody.
Get these doors open.

Hey, guys, it's okay.

It's okay. We're gonna
get you back to your aunt.

You're all right.

Hey, it's okay.
Come with me, come on.

There you go.
I got you, come on.

You're safe.

Get up.
Come with me.

Um...

Those poor kids.

It's gonna be a long
road for all of 'em.

Yeah.

Miko got you
cleaning gear again?

I offered.

He had a couple
phone calls to make.

Some girlfriend problems.

Plus I needed the distraction.

Everything okay?

Still in my head
about what went down today.

I've never done a crisis
negotiation with kids involved.

If something
would've happened... Yeah, but it didn't.

That's thanks to you.

The situation you were in
today was not easy.

And yet you were able
to connect with him.

You made him feel like...

he wasn't alone.

And the moment he felt that,

he lowered
his weapon.

I got to admit,
I was a little surprised

that you chose to open up
about your father like that.

I was surprised, too.

It's funny, I've been angry
at him for so long.

It was nice to remember
the happier memories.

Made me feel closer to him
than I have in a while.

That right there?

That's the gift of real empathy.

When you can see
the humanity in someone else,

it-it opens up
a part of your own.

Yeah. I think you're right.

Nice work.

- Hey, Deac?
- Yeah.

Sorry about pressing you
earlier today

about your personal beliefs.

I know better than to bring
politics into the workplace.

Don't sweat it.

I never want
to alienate a teammate.

You know, she was
before your time, but...

there was an officer on 20-Squad
named Chris Alonso.

- Yeah, she's a legend.
- Yeah.

Well, she was also one
of the best SWAT officers

I've ever worked with.

But Chris and I,

we were miles apart on any issue
you could think of.

But that didn't matter.

We always kicked ass together
in the field.

And now...

...I'm looking forward
to kicking more ass with you.

Hell yeah.

Damn.

You got a side hustle
I don't know about, Powell?

Thomas's band needed money

to get to Portland.

His parents think
that I'm trying

to encourage him
to quit college.

They gave me the cash back.

But you're thinking about giving
the money back to him anyway.

I want to support his dreams.

And I don't understand

why they don't either.

He's a great kid.

This is a huge
opportunity, and I...

I don't want him to miss out.

Powell, I know how relieved
you were to learn that Thomas

has been taken care of
all these years.

That he was brought up well,

he made it to college.

But I get it, he's your blood.

He's your kid.

You're just gonna
have to trust

that they know
what's best for him.

They raised him.

He calls them
Mom and Dad.

They're his parents.

I'm not trying
to be his parents.

I'm just trying
to be his friend.

So where does that leave me?

A really tough spot.

If you want a lasting
relationship with Thomas,

it's gonna take time.

And you're not only gonna
have to earn his trust...

...but his family's trust, too.

I hear you.

Hey. You ready to go?

I can drop you off
at Amber's if you want.

Nah. We broke up.

I decided y'all might be right.

Figured I'll get
someone less dramatic.

Think I'm gonna take Powell
up on her offer

and see if she'll introduce
me to her new neighbor.

That might be
the smartest thing you've said.

Oh, excuse me, do you
know where I can find

Sergeant David Kay?

- Deacon.
- Yeah.

He should be on
- his way out right now.
- Thanks.

And you are?

His sister-in-law Nicole.

- You're Annie's sister?
- Yeah.

I'm Miguel.

You're staying with Annie
and Deacon, right?

Yeah, I'm their nanny,
at least for now.

But I got to say, Costa Rica
is calling my name.

Oh, I've never been.

Okay, lounging
on the beach every day,

parties every night,
it's a dream.

All right, you sold me.
When are we going?

Nicole, what are you doing here?
Where are the kids?

Oh, Annie went
to go pick them up.

I wanted to get some sun
while the oven was preheating,

and I was in the backyard
for like five minutes.

When I got back to the house,
it was locked with my phone

inside of it.

So, how did...? Never mind.

Is the oven still on?

Let's go.

Oh, uh, thanks for your help,
by the way.

Sure thing. See you around.

Yeah.

I forget
they call you Deacon.

Thomas.

You okay?

Look, I'm sorry
to just show up, Zoe,

I just-- I-I didn't know
where else to go.

What's going on?

Well, my parents and I
got into a huge fight.

They don't want me
to go on tour

and think I'm throwing away
my education.

Which I'm not.
Like, they just...

...don't get
how big a deal this is.

You know, they don't
understand it the way you do.

That sounds really rough.

Look, I just need a place to
stay until the tour starts up

in a couple weeks, so is it
cool if I just crash here?

Uh...

I'm sorry, Thomas,
you can't stay here.

I think you need
to go home to your parents.

Why?

Out of everybody,
I thought you would understand.

Your parents came to HQ and
they told me that you were...

Hold on, what?

So all three of you
were conspiring behind my back?

And making decisions
about my life

without me?

No, that's not what this is.

No one is conspiring
about anything...

I'm 19 years old, Zoe, okay?

I don't have to listen to what
any of you have to say.

I can go if I want to.

You're right.
You don't have to listen to me.

You don't have
to listen to them.

But they love you

and they only want
what's best for you, and...

I think it's worth
hearing them out.

You know the irony in all this?

That song "From Scratch"?
The one that you love so much?

I wrote that song about you.

About how great it's been
to get to know you

after all these years.

Guess I was wrong about that.

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