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Previously on S.W.A.T...

We can still find someone else
for 20-Squad.

Someone whose father didn't kill a cop.

I never wanted anything to do
with my father's life.

I get hiding what your dad did.

But if you're still associating
with criminals...

- He's your brother?
- Twin, actually.

- Alfaro!
- You son of a bitch!

Sometimes you have to put in extra work

to keep yourself balanced.

Wind sprints and pullups
just aren't cutting it lately.

You got to find an outlet that works.

Otherwise the stress of
this job will consume you.

Damn, Miko.

That was poetry.

Don't know about that, but thanks.

Are you fighting in the smoker
with LAFD this weekend?

Nah, I'm not the one.

Of course, he ain't.

People punch back, bags don't.

Ain't that right, Alfaro?

Hello. This is
a prepaid call from an inmate

at Lancaster Correctional Facility.

All calls are subject to monitoring.

To accept the call, please press...

That your old man?

Uh, third call in the last two days.

Huh. Must be serious.

Don't your brothers visit him?

Probably. I don't ask.

Well, maybe since you're back

in L.A., he just wants
to see how you're doing.

Doesn't matter what he wants.

All right, 15 minutes ago,
Caltrans monitoring sensors

alerted to radioactive cargo
headed south along the 210.

Those sensors are ultra-sensitive.

The potassium in a truckload

full of bananas triggered one of 'em

up in Bakersfield six weeks ago.

Yeah, well, no bananas this time.

The cargo's radioactive
signature matches

nuclear material stolen from
a Livermore lab three days ago.

Two guards were killed in the process.

I don't remember hearing
anything about a heist.

Probably because it's classified.

Going public could draw
more bad actors looking for it.

Like a scene out of Mad Max.

CHP's initiated a roadblock.

The suspect truck is blocked in

with more than 100 vehicles. Now listen.

We don't have Deacon on this run.

So we got to keep it tight,

watch each other's six.

We got our work cut out for us.

Deal with whoever's in the truck.

Without any harm to civilians.

All right, the stolen material is
perfectly safe in the container,

but we're gonna be
wearing these monitors

just in case.

Doesn't the Department
of Energy have response teams

for hazardous recoveries?

They do, but they're
hours out. We're up.

And we're going in hot.

How we looking?

No luck making contact.

We don't know who
or how many are inside.

FBI said to wait for SWAT.

All right, continue having
your guys clear civilians.

We'll take it from here.

Not everyone's leaving their cars.

You clear the ones you can.

The rest are just gonna
have to shelter in place.

You got it.

All right, listen up.

There's no telling
what we're up against.

If this is the same crew
that hit the Livermore lab,

we know they're willing to kill
for whatever it is they want.

Let's make sure that doesn't happen.

All right, Powell, find a vantage point.

- You have the overwatch.
- On it.

All right, Tan, you're
with Gamble. Miko, with me.

We'll split the approach.

Still a lot of civilians in cars.

Well, we better get it right.

Let's go.

What do we got, Miko?

Radiation signature matches.

Non-threatening, but it's our target.

Powell, you set?

24-David. In position.

I have a visual.
But the windows are heavily tinted.

Officer, give me that bullhorn!

This is LAPD! You in the box truck!

Turn off the vehicle,
and step out slowly.

I repeat: turn off the engine,
get out of the vehicle.

Miko, prepare to dust 'em.

Pepper balls it is.

Gamble, how's our backstop?

I need all civilians off the X.

26-David. Downrange looks clear.

Pepper balls in five,

four, three,

two... Send 'em, Miko.

Passenger!

Slowly exit the vehicle!

Show me your hands!

Got a runner.

Watch out, we got a runner!

- Move!
- Watch out!

Still movement in the cab!

Second passenger getting out.

- 26-David. One suspect down.
- Powell, stay on that truck!

- Watch out for civilians.
- Roger that.

Get out!

Get out!

LAPD! Let her go!

Back off!

22-David.

Second suspect down.

Still someone inside the cab.

Powell!

I got you, Hondo.

Driver, out of the truck, now!

Okay, okay, I'm coming out.

Don't shoot!

On your knees! Down on your knees!

I'm not one of them.

- Don't shoot!
- Going hands-on!

20-David.

Last suspect in custody.

Moving in on the cargo now.

What the hell? It's empty.

I'm still getting a reading, Hondo.

It had to have been here.

Powell, did you see anything?

No one's approached since we got here.

The radioactive material, where is it?

What'd you do with it?

Soon.

You find out

soon enough.

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Jeremiah Jacobs.

Well, according to your background,

you're just an average Joe.

Married, pay your taxes,
no criminal record.

So how does a guy like you get involved

with stolen radioactive material?

What?

Stolen what?

Don't act like you don't know.

I-I don't.

I got this job off a website.

BookHelpToday.com.

It was a thousand bucks to drive
a truck from Bakersfield to L.A.

If you're as innocent as you claim,

then why'd you try and flee the scene?

I just panicked!
Everybody was firing guns.

I thought I was gonna die.

What about the cargo?

The cargo? Look, that kind of cash,

you don't ask questions, you just drive.

Someone must've given you
an address to deliver it to.

They gave me a phone.

They told me to head for L.A.

and that they would call me
with further instructions.

Jeremiah, eight miles
before you got stopped,

your truck passed
road sensors that determined

that you were carrying
radioactive material.

So how did the truck end up empty?

I don't know.

Right before the roadblock,
I got a call.

Um, they told me to pull over
at an underpass.

And then, seconds later, these
armed guys jumped in the back.

And they just ordered me
to keep my eyes straight.

And that's when they took

whatever it is you don't know about?

- I guess.
- Mm.

Um, then the guys with guns, um,

the ones that y'all shot,

they got in the cab,
and they told me to drive.

So there must've been
a second vehicle that made off

with the cargo.

Did you see it?

Look, I had a gun in my face.

All I could think about was my wife.

Sir, whoever's behind this
knew about the highway sensors

and knew we'd be alerted.

Well, they also knew all our attention

would be focused on that roadblock.

Never thinking for a minute
that it might be a decoy.

They played us,
and we fell right into it.

By the time we opened up that truck,

the nuclear material was long gone.

Now it's somewhere in our city.

And we have to assume whoever has it

has the worst of intentions.

Coming up empty on
our shooters from this morning.

Their prints aren't in our system.

Customs has no records.
The guys are ghosts.

Means they probably
crossed the border illegally.

Yeah, so who knows how
long they've been here?

Or how many more there might be.

Just heard back from the DOE.

The material stolen
from the Livermore lab

is 12 and a half kilograms
of refined Neutronium-613,

It's a radioisotope designed

to power the Mars rover.

Now it's not weapons-grade,

but in the wrong hands,
it could be incorporated into a WMD.

I bet a number of terror states

would love to get their hands on that.

That's exactly DOE's theory.

The perps are likely
trafficking it out of the U.S.

So, as you can imagine,

we've got a fixed amount
of time to recover it

before it leaves SoCal.

Commander, I finally got some more info.

I've been combing through
cell phone footage uploaded

to social media
from the takedown this morning.

Never underestimate the need
for clicks and likes.

I cleaned up the image,
ran it through facial rec.

- We get an ID?
- Not yet.

But turns out we're not
the only ones trying to tag him.

Fresno PD ran the same guy.

Looks like he's tied to the theft

of fertilizer-grade ammonium nitrate.

Someone's planning
to make a bomb. A big one.

And if combined
with the stolen neutronium...

DOE's got it all wrong.

They're not trafficking
the neutronium out the country.

They're building a dirty bomb.

A dirty bomb with that much explosives,

it'll throw a radioactive cloud
over ten city blocks.

Yeah, I need to call the mayor,
tell him the city's under threat.

Show this guy's face to Interpol.

This crew must have terror experience.

Somebody's gonna know who they are.

Hey. How's it coming?

Scanning Caltrans images,

trying to pinpoint
what vehicle the suspects

might've transferred
the nuclear material into

before the roadblock.

Need any help?

Not gonna say no.

It's a busy stretch of road.

So how long you been boxing for?

You know, the speed bag earlier.

Oh.

That was really just something
I did as a kid.

Looked more serious than that.

Were you in the Golden Gloves, AAU?

Nope. Didn't compete.

Never really trained for the sport.

What'd you train for, then?

Just survival.

Survival?

Were you that bullied as a kid?

I mean, it-it's okay if you were.

There were these girls who
hated me in eighth grade...

Just drop it, Zoe. Cool?

Tell me someone's
got something actionable.

Powell?

Struck out on the
job website that hired the driver.

Whoever paid him
used a fake email and a VPN

to hide the IP address.

Covering their tracks. Great.

Commander, you were right
about Interpol.

I uploaded photos of
our shooters from the roadblock

and immediately got a hit.

Oraz Mustafin, an Uzbekistan national.

He's part of an extremist
offshoot called JAMAAL al HAQ.

JAMAAL al HAQ, Group of Truth.

FBI recently put out
a BOLO for the group's

number two in command,
a guy named Khalid Torani.

That means the FBI has reason
to believe he's in the U.S.

Torani was ISIS-K before this,

linked to attacks throughout Europe.

If he's tied to our dirty bomb,

- we're gonna need a bigger boat.
- Hey.

I might have a thing here.

So, I've been sifting through photos

looking for the transfer vehicle...

This Range Rover shadows the box truck

after passing the radiation sensors,

in tandem the whole time.

Nice, Alfaro. Did you run the plates?

That's what first flagged it for me.

Plates come back to a
Mazda Miata out in Bakersfield.

Stolen plates.
That's got to be our guys.

- I'll put out a BOLO.
- Somebody already has.

Devonshire Traffic Division.
Same Range Rover and plates

are connected to
a hit-and-run last night

outside of a Valley strip club.

All right. We're up against the clock.
Powell, Alfaro, get over

to that club and see
what you can find out.

We might've caught a break in the case.

- Actually, a couple of them.
- We need it.

The last thing this city needs

is a terror attack.

Your brother, Leon. What's up
with that troublemaker?

Yo, twin. You get over to
Mom's to fix the shower yet?

I take it that wasn't Leon?

No. My father.

Damn him. He is such a manipulator.

He actually used your brother
to connect the call?

Not cool, of him or Leon.

Leon just does as told
wherever my dad's concerned.

You haven't talked to your dad
in years, right?

Ten. Visited him once in prison
after the sentencing.

I wonder why he's so desperate,
reaching out like that.

Whatever.

Come on, Gamble.
You got to be a little curious.

Whatever it is, I don't care.

He's shown no remorse.

Do you know what it's like to go through

hazing and suspicion because of him?

Getting hazed is part of our job.

You ever had a bullet

planted in your locker at eye level?

Right after his conviction.

I don't give a rat's ass
what he has to say.

I don't care.

Vadim?

I'm Officer Alfaro.
This is Officer Powell.

We're following up on a hit-and-run

that happened outside
your club a few nights ago.

Involving the Range Rover.
What can you tell us about that?

Yeah, this was a crazy night.

I'm surprised it
not get posted anywhere.

No such thing as bad press, right?

Free publicity.

Well, what was so crazy
about that night?

I was at DJ booth, and these guys,

they start, uh, acting up.
You know, like foreign type.

Oh, and you're an L.A. native,
right, Vadim?

You know what I mean.

Anyway, I don't say anything
'cause they are big tipper,

but then they start
getting handsy with merchandise.

With the girls.

Dancers, whatever.

I'm sure some of them are mothers.

No. Not mine.

So, the bouncers intervened.

They had to, uh,
escort the gentlemen outside.

What about the hit-and-run
complaint that you filed?

Well, that's when things get crazy.

They pile into SUV,
and they back right into Lambo

of one of my VIP regular.

This guy's been known to carry, so...

Those jackasses are lucky
to get out of here alive.

All right, we're gonna need

the security cam footage
from that night.

Yeah, probably not without warrant.

- Mm.
- Why, is there other things

going on here aside from dancing?

Ha, ha. Nice try.

I wonder how many of his girls
are legal to work in the U.S.?

Ooh. Or adults.

There's the bouncers pushing them out.

Stop there.

That's Oraz Mustafin,

one of the gunmen we
took down this morning.

And that's Khalid Torani.

The leader of their little group.

Advance the shot a few more frames.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

That's the box truck driver,
Jeremiah Jacobs.

Bastard lied to us.

That son of a bitch played us.

He did, and you'll get
another shot at him,

but let's not go in unarmed this time.

Tan, tell Hondo what you found.

I was able to track down
Jeremiah's wife, Allison.

They were married for six years.
Separated seven months ago.

She said that, after he lost his job,
he spiraled into drinking,

drugs, self-loathing.

Well, that's hardly a unique story.

Well, he began spending hours online,

going down one rabbit
hole after another.

That's when he found JAMAAL al HAQ,

or they found him.

So, he's a recent convert.

Exactly. On the dark web,

Jeremiah found al HAQ's postings
of anti-American videos;

villagers being displaced,
collateral damage,

and even our troops getting ambushed.

This guy was watching snuff
films of our kids overseas.

Allison stood by her man
as long as she could.

Finally filed for divorce
when he started insisting

she call him Al-Jamili.

So now she's his ex-wife?

Well, you'd think,

but Allison just found out she's
pregnant, so she's thinking

of staying with him, you know,
for the "sake of the kid."

Jeremiah played us,
but he sounds like a peon.

He's just a pawn for Khalid Torani.

- Maybe, or maybe not.
- What do you got, Gamble?

A recent photo of Torani. It matched

to an extremist chat site. It was taken

at a training camp in northern Africa.

The madman with his inner circle.

Yup, including a friend of ours.

That's our truck driver, Jeremiah.

- So, he's not just a pawn.
- Nah.

He's in this up to his neck.

So when'd you shave, Jeremiah?

Or is it Al-Jamili now?

Had my guys check the check on you.

- And you got a fake name.
- Mm-hmm.

Wow.

Well, we got a little more
than that, sunshine.

Right now, we got you
for aiding and abetting,

but if there's an attack, you
will never see the sun again.

Save your threat.

The entire West is due for an awakening.

Same old, same old.

You sound like every wannabe terrorist

with an internet connection.

You can insult me all you want,

but chaos is coming,

and we deserve it.

This country might not
always get things right,

but the failures of the
world have many fathers.

Yet we're the world's cop

who somehow always manages
to shoot the hostage.

Until my people are safe, no one is.

Your people?

From Pacoima, you mean?

- I have a new home.
- Oh.

Which is good,

because soon, yours will be erased.

Hey, Zoe. Wait.

W-Wait up. Look,

- I didn't mean to snap at you earlier.
- It's no worries.

- I pressed you.
- True, but when you asked me

about boxing, look, I could've just said

it was something I did
as a kid, left it at that.

Then why didn't you, hmm?

I don't know.

Boxing for me is...

kind of a dark place.

Look, I didn't train for the sport.

I learned how to fight 'cause I had to.

This doesn't sound like a

happy childhood story.

It's not.

My mom wasn't known for
her classy choices in men.

There was this one guy, Collins,

he was around our place a lot
when I was a teenager.

He'd get physical, push her around

when he was high or whatever.

I'm sorry.

If I ever tried to stand up for my mom,

he knew I wasn't much of a threat.

So I learned how to throw down,

and with Collins as my north star,

I got good at it.

Still, the harder I trained,

the better I got, the angrier I got.

I bet you messed him up pretty bad.

Never had the chance.

Before anything went down,
his broke ass got arrested.

That was the last time I saw the dude.

But I kept at it,

kept hitting the gym, promising myself

that if I ever saw him again...

That's why you don't compete.

Stepping inside that ring is...

takes me back to my dark side.

My rage was for Collins,

not for someone who didn't deserve it.

Apology accepted.

Come on.

Gamble.

- Got a second?
- Sure. What's up?

Heard about your father reaching out.

- I can only guess who snitched.
- Hey.

That's just the team having your back.

Tell them they don't have to worry.

I've shut my dad out for ten years.

I can shut him out for ten more.

What's that gotten you,
shutting him out?

Look, I know the cost.

I was estranged
from my father for years.

- Except your father didn't kill...
- No, no, no, he didn't.

But holding on for years
to all his shortcomings...

it affected me more than him.

So, you just let it go?

I released him of my choice
to carry his baggage, yeah.

And it made me a better man.

Probably a better cop.

You know what would happen
if folks around here

learned I reconciled with a cop killer?

I ain't saying become his pal.

I'm saying maybe face the demon,

and find a way to let it go.

It's your life, your call.

But I promise you, that heaviness

ain't gonna get no lighter
until you deal with it.

We got a bomb threat to
the Sanford Financial Building.

- Could be our dirty bomb.
- We'll act as if.

Sanford Building's in
the heart of the city.

That'd be a lot of fallout.

FBI and NEST are a ways out.

Hazmat's on their way, too.

70-Squad's rolling with you.

We find the bomb, let DOE take over

and we stay on the terrorists.

Something on your mind, Commander?

Yeah, radioactive OKC.

We got to stop this thing
"left of boom."

Hundred percent, sir.

All right, we got many floors to cover.

We got no idea what we're walking into.

- Garcia.
- Hey, brother.

How you want to run it?

20-Squad on the lower levels moving up.

70-Squad on the uppers,
coming down. Two teams each.

Gives us four for a pincer move.

If there's a hostile, sure.

- First priority is the bomb.
- Yep, got it.

Use your PRDs.

Anything over 100 millirems, call it in.

Now, we all went over
the floor plan on the way over here.

We got central elevators.
Stairwells to the east and west.

We clear every office.

Now, I don't need to tell
you this could go sideways.

We dealt with this crew earlier.

They are committed, so you do

what you got to do to put 'em down.

Let's get it done.

Any reading?

Nothing. Not a trace.

20-David, seventh floor is clear.
Moving to the ninth.

That was the last room on this floor.

- Alfaro?
- Not even a blip.

22-David, eighth floor clear.
Moving to ten.

70-David. Clear on 25. Coming down.

Roger that.

LAPD. Stop right there.

Whoa, whoa. Wait.

- Who are you?
- Mike Ramos. Comstock Associates.

I was making sure everyone was out.

All right, you're good. Anyone with you?

I checked our two floors above us.

I'm the last one, I think.

Seen anything suspicious?
Boxes, containers?

Nothing gets to these floors

unless we sign
and escort it up ourselves.

What's that thing for?

Sir, we need to get you outside. Please.

20-Squad.

Check the stairwells and all
elevators from your monitors.

70-David. Copy.

Those detectors are sensitive.

If the neutronium
was anywhere around here,

- we'd have picked it up by now.
- Still nothing.

Hondo, service elevator's clear.

Entire building's been swept.

No explosives, no neutronium.

No terrorists. You get
the feeling we were punked?

Is that even possible?

That or this whole thing
was a diversion.

Either way, our real bomb's
still out there.

And we're running out of time
to find it.

Hey. Could I get soda?

Actually, I'll do a chai.

Where's the bomb?

A bomb? I have no idea.

Why send a bomb threat?
What's the endgame here?

Well, there was panic, wasn't there?

Sirens and people running
for their lives...

You getting a kick out of this?

Terrorizing innocents?

Our whole society is a terror cell.

We just justify it
with banks and corporations.

Please.

I got you figured out, you know.

- Okay.
- Whatever you think

you're fighting for...

...you're no true believer.

No. Your life sucked.

You probably felt you
needed a higher purpose,

some kind of calling.

But straight up?

You're not out there dying
for the cause, are you?

I mean, hell, you're in here with me.

Torani played you.

Or maybe you played yourself

because you needed someone
to blame for your crap life.

You know what?

Forget it.

I can see why Allison didn't tell you.

Didn't tell me what?

She's pregnant.

Having your kid.

You must've really pissed her off.

You're lying.

Am I?

Sucks your kid will only know
you as a mass murderer, though.

Check her credit card.

I let them use one of Allison's cards.

They didn't tell me for what.

- And the target?
- I don't know.

All I heard was that they were
gonna "let us right in."

Did you get the credit card info?

Only charge Jeremiah's wife
didn't recognize

was for $2,200 to a place
called Holly Car Prints.

They specialize in decals and
skins for film and TV vehicles.

Do a lot of business with studios.

We contacted them.
They just emailed over the order.

That's an FBI decal.

They must've cloned an FBI SUV.

Those were all over the scene
at the Sanford Building.

What if the bomb threat was just a setup

to get the terrorists
inside the perimeter?

Like a Trojan horse.

Better alert the commander.

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What a day, huh?
Y'all finally wrapping up?

I wish. Boss wants us
to re-check the top floors,

do a radiation sweep. Cover his ass.

I got a "stupid-visor" like that.

Never satisfied.

Let's get you guys up so
you can get out of here.

- Get us all out of here.
- Hey, Peterson.

Escort the Federales here.

Take the express.

No sign of the suspect vehicle.

All right, get us underground, Tan.

No one's in it. We're clear.

Go, go.

No containers. It's empty.

- Miko?
- Got a radiation spike.

The neutronium was here.

Which means it must now be in
the building, along with the bomb.

20-David to Command.
We found the vehicle.

But it looks like Torani's
already moved the game indoors.

70-Squad's on a barricade in Reseda.

Feds are 20 minutes out.

Hondo, you're on your own.

Roger that.
Have Patrol secure the vehicle.

We're going in.

What the hell? You guys
not get the memo or something?

We were told to stand down an hour ago.

Have you seen this man?

Probably impersonating
a federal officer.

Well, yeah. Him and three others.

Just sent 'em to the upper floors.

Hold on, I can tell you where.

Peterson, what's your location?

Peterson?

Hondo, if these guys plan
to unleash a dirty bomb

with maximum efficiency...

They're headed to the roof.

As soon as we're up,
you shut down these elevators.

You got it.

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Powell.

We're clear.

Let's keep moving.

Cover!

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Moving!

Where is he?

Anybody got eyes on Torani or the bomb?

Negative, Hondo.

Must be on the east end of the roof.

Bogie, 11 o'clock!

LAPD! Drop the weapon!

20-David! One suspect down!

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Powell.

Got eyes on the bomb.

Moving in.

Don't you move!

Put the cable down now!

Go. Go.

Second suspect down.

Clear.

Explosives are secure.

Hold on.

The neutronium's missing.

20-Squad, I need eyes on Torani!

He's got the radioactive material.

Do not let him off this roof!

He's headed for the stairs.

Stay on him! Can't let him get away.

Torani, stop!

Hondo, Torani made it to the stairs.

Our pursuit is cut off.
We can't make it.

Damn it.

Tan, we've got to get to
those stairs, go after Torani.

Ah, it's no good.

Hondo, our pursuit of Torani
is still cut off.

Gamble, hold on.

I got an idea.

Hondo, no!

20-David in pursuit,
headed to the west stairwell.

Tan, coming up on your right.

Suspect down!

We got him. Go!

LAPD!

You're done, Torani!

Give it up!

You'll irradiate the whole building!

Don't do it!

20-David to Command.

Torani is down.

The radioactive material is secured.

We're Code 4.

Crazy-ass thing? This day...
it'll never make the papers.

Hey. Where have you been?

What did you do?

Kind of ran his name.

Collins, my mom's ex?

Went ahead and looked him up.

And?

He's been out of prison
for almost two years.

Well, that's good then, yeah?

I mean, he hasn't
contacted you or your mom,

so, he's gone from your life.

Are you gonna be good?

I'm always good.

Well, how about I beat your ass

in some pool, then?

It'll make me feel better.

One, two.

For sure. I mean...

Ah, there's bag boy.

Boogedy, boogedy, boogedy,

- boogedy, boogedy, boogedy.
- Townsend, let it go, man.

Miko, d...

All right, here we go. Here we go.

Bag boy's finally getting into the ring.

My man.

- You might want to strap those up.
- Nah, I'm good.

It's your party.

That was quick.

Way to go, Miko. You knocked out
our fighter for the LAFD smoker.

You're welcome.

Hey, kid.

Ernie.

Oh, I'm "Ernie" now.

Good to see you.

It's been a minute, no?

Come on. How long?

Couldn't tell you.

Not something I keep track of.

Is that so?

Gam-ble.

Took your mom's maiden name.

I get it.

I'm good.

What do you want

that you couldn't tell
my brothers over the phone?

What's the rush, kid?

I don't like prisons.

Me, neither.

What if I told you

this was the safest place for you?

Ah.

Got your attention.

You're still playing games.

Wait. Devi.

I know you're LAPD SWAT.

You think I don't keep tabs?

You may not talk to me,
but your brothers do.

Okay.

I'm SWAT.

- So...?
- So,

I heard something on the yard.

What'd you hear?

- Come on, sit down.
- No, no, no, no. I said, what?

Okay, okay.

There's a bounty...

...on the head of someone on 20-Squad.

I'm talking real money, Dev.

And trust, I got nothing
to do with nothing.

But the word is out there.

And it's going down...

...today.