Unit 40 requesting assistance.
We have a possible 211 in progress at the Valley Trust Bank...
... Boyle and Kittridge. We have shots fired.
All units, officer needs assistance.
Boyle, north of Kittridge, at the Valley Trust Bank. Shots have been fired.
We'll need a heavy-duty vehicle. We're pinned by automatic gunfire.
"15-L"- "10 advise, do you need" some heavy-duty machinery...
... to get the officer up?
They've got automatic weapons. Nothing we have can stop them.
Be advised, there's possibly two or three suspects inside.
Shots being fired! Shots being fired!
Suspects heavily armed and wearing body armor.
Get more officers.
Officer down! Officer down!
Requesting SWAT. Code Three.
I'm killing whoever moves! You move, I'm killing you!
What are you looking at? What are you looking at?
SWAT's just arrived.
- We're 30 seconds out, boys. - All right.
Suspects have AK-47 s, dressed in heavy body armor.
Let's rock 'n' roll.
This is a table.
We have four cameras over the tellers.
- Do we have a visual? - Almost.
- We cut their phones? - Yes, sir.
Soon as you get tapped in, let me have it.
10-David standing by, position three.
Suspect's trying to get in the driver-side door.
Do not let them get mobile.
- He's down. - Goddamn it! They got Bob!
Grab somebody! Grab somebody and bring them up here!
- Get up. - No.
- I said, get up! - No!
Throw a body out there, tell them we mean business!
Street, 10-David. Storeroom is clear.
Almost to the lobby.
Shut up!
10-David to Street. Hold your position.
- 10-David wants us to hold. - Goddamn it! Goddamn it!
We hold, they die.
I guess we're not holding.
I swear to God, I'm gonna kill somebody!
Take a headshot.
They just capped E ddie! How the hell we gonna get out of here?
Shut up, I'm thinking!
10-David to all units, we are sending in a secure phone.
Please.
Stop whining! I'll put a bullet in your head!
Shut up!
What are they doing?
This is Rick from the L.A.P.D. Can you hear me okay?
10-David to Street. Hold your position. CN T has him on the phone.
10-David to the 1-4 corner. Confirm that you have containment.
Roger, we're holding on the 1-4 corner.
10-David to all units. Confirm that you're holding.
- We're holding top of stairwell. - Shut up.
Gamble, Street, where are you? Why aren't you responding?
Let's be cool. Calm down.
I'm controlling this situation! You understand me?
- Please. - We need to go!
No, please. Somebody...
Help me. Help me.
Gamble, Street, why aren't you responding? Now!
Oh, God!
Kill that bitch and throw her out front!
Get that guy off our fence!
I said to kill that bitch and throw her out front!
I'm on TV!
Street, 10-David. Lobby is clear.
Two suspects are neutralized.
I need an RA unit for a gunshot wound to a hostage.
You're gonna be fine, ma'am. Ambulance is on the way.
Got them, right?
Jimbo?
- She'll be okay? - I'm not a doctor.
You're gonna be fine. You're gonna be fine.
Boss is gonna tear you guys a new one, huh?
Same place he did the last time, time before that.
Good luck.
I don't care what they say.
You guys were heroes out there.
That was some cocky shit out there.
You know how to play this, right?
That woman is alive because of what we did.
Yeah, alive and suing the city for millions.
Chief says if he pays, somebody else does too...
...and it sure isn't gonna be me.
- Fuller, we get two seconds to make... - Capt. Fuller!
Capt. Fuller, we get two seconds to make a decision.
You get two months to sit there and tear it apart.
SWAT means "Special Weapons And Tactics."
Where were your tactics out there?
Saving a woman from getting shot. That's where they were.
Every cop knows we did the right thing.
Sometimes doing the right thing isn't doing the right thing.
- What the hell does that mean? - Sergeant.
You disobeyed a direct order. End of story. You're both off SWAT.
They're two of our best officers.
I'm not sticking them in the field after a stunt like that.
Sorry, I didn't know that saving lives was a stunt.
You got a big mouth, and you're quick on the trigger...
...and that is why your ass is in a sling.
If you're gonna put them off SWAT, at least keep them in the division.
Give them a shot at getting back.
Stick them in the gun cage. Get them out of my sight.
- Gun cage? - This is total bullshit.
- What? - I said, this is bullshit.
- Really? - Yeah.
You should consider yourself lucky Lt. Velasquez is standing up for you.
I'm lucky I don't work for an asshole like you.
That's it! You're out of here, Gamble! You're gone!
- Control yourself! - Get out of here!
- What the hell's the matter with you? - Street!
- You stay. - Hey!
Give us a minute.
Please, sit down.
I'll stand.
Look, Jim...
...we both know that Gamble is a bad influence on the rest of the team.
Gamble's a good cop.
Unlike him, you still have a chance at a future here.
You go on record that Gamble acted recklessly...
...and you had to follow your partner in after he disobeyed orders...
...and I will make sure that you are back on SWAT tomorrow morning.
Let's get the hell out of here.
I need a cocktail.
I'm staying.
You're what? What...?
- After that? - Couple months...
...Fuller will find new asses to chew out. We'll be back on the team.
Fuller is the cockroach of this department, brother.
He's not gonna give us a second chance.
What are you gonna do? Piss away all the hard work you did to get here?
Piss what away, Jimmy?
The cage?
Come on, man.
We're better than that, and you know it.
You gonna come with me?
A real partner wouldn't have to ask that, would he?
A real partner would step up to what he did in the bank.
- Yeah. I saved the hostage. - You disobeyed the hold.
- No, I saved that hostage! - You disobeyed the hold!
You made the decision yourself.
And you shot a hostage. Jesus, Brian!
You sound a lot like Fuller.
Is that what you two were talking about in there?
Did you rat me out?
You cut a deal to get back on the team, Jimmy?
- Did I cut a deal? - Yeah, did you?
How many times have I covered up for one of your goddamn stunts?
That's what a partner's supposed to do.
You just picked a paycheck over me, bro.
You just picked yourself over everything else.
You want to stay here and be Fuller's bitch...
...you go right ahead. I can't do it.
Damn it. Goddamn it. Goddamn it, Jim!
Partners for five years. This is how you want to end it.
I didn't end it.
You sold me out to the brass.
You know, I never realized till now how full of shit you are.
Fuck you and SWAT.
- You're too attached to that soda, Gus. - Love that stuff.
The wife would have my behind if she busted me sucking that down.
Why, is she a Mr. Pibb fan?
You know the deal, Jim.
When we got married, I converted to Mormonism.
We can't consume anything that alters our state of mind.
We treat our bodies with respect.
And I treat mine like an amusement park.
It's the differences that make this country great.
Need them cleaned by the morning, boys.
You were supposed to have it in a half-hour ago.
What, your boy gonna report me to the captain?
Just for thinking you look good in that mustache.
Your mom seems to like it, though.
So does your sister.
Hey, sarge, welcome back.
- Look who's back. - Welcome back, sarge.
What's up, Hondo?
Hey, sarge.
- Howdy. - What do you need?
Sgt. Hondo? You're back.
You know what they say, Gus. You're either SWAT or you're not.
Yes, sir. What can I do for you?
Oh, just a tune-up.
But please, don't touch my sights.
- And I made some modifications... - To the trigger too.
- And you are? - Jim Street.
Street.
Yeah, we'll leave them intact.
- I need that back by tomorrow. - Can do, sergeant.
- Good to see you. - Good seeing you.
Gosh, Gus, is that a woody?
Heck, yeah. That's Hondo.
He's old-school SWAT.
The gold standard of ass-kicking.
Sorry, butt-kicking. I guess he's back.
I guess he is.
A weeklong series, attacking us top to bottom.
And it's all SWAT's fault, right?
No, the chief's been pretty fair about blaming everyone.
He does want these bad headlines to end.
He wants the old warhorses to help restore the luster.
Old? I know you ain't talking about me.
You gotta shake off that three-year rust from Rampart.
- I'm throwing you in right away. - Sooner the better.
I want you to put together a young, kick-ass element for me, Dan.
You select them, you train them, you mold them.
I know you're not talking about giving me five pups fresh out of the gate.
- I didn't come back to wipe noses. - Hell, no.
Now, you worked with T.J. And Boxer at Southwest.
- You up for supervising them here? - That's a start.
Now all you have to do is find three fresh ones.
Only catch is, Fuller has to approve the three.
What did Capt. Fuller say when he heard the chief was bringing me back?
Hasn't stopped swearing since.
What's your brother's truck doing outside?
We having a garage sale I don't know about?
You weren't supposed to be home for an hour.
Sorry to screw up your getaway.
Look, let's not make this a thing, okay?
We both knew it was coming.
It's not like we were in this to get married, right?
And you've changed since...
Well, people change.
Look, when it was good it was great, right?
That means something.
Yeah, thanks.
- Damn it! - Hey! Hey!
I'm gonna throw this thing out.
Do and you die.
Every SWAT team in the world's gonna have one someday.
It's 50 pounds of scrap metal.
All right.
Say you got some crazy suspect barricaded in a house.
- All right. - Just chain this to the back of a truck...
...shove this end right through the wall...
...these rods spring out like fishhooks.
Your partner guns the truck, takes the whole wall with him.
And we waltz right in and surprise the bad guy, right?
Correct.
I call it "The Key to the City."
- Patent pending. - Is that right?
Right.
Let me get your M-4.
And...
Took the rattle out of the receiver.
Yeah, new buffer, new gas rings. Cleaned the gas tube.
Surprised you didn't starch the sling.
If you want me to show you how to shoot it, I'm here all week, 9 to 5.
Shooters, on the line!
Stand by! Ready!
Put them on safe and holster.
No roll, Hondo?
How do you know I didn't?
You didn't, did you?
They only roll in John Woo movies, not real life.
All right.
Here's the winner.
There's a few people that I would like to thank.
My fellow SWAT officers, all of you, thank you for believing in me...
...when the bosses didn't give me a chance.
That's why you're the marksman and I'm the guy who tells you who to shoot.
Here you go. I got you covered since I let you down.
Tell you what...
...I got 100 here says that guy can kick your ass.
Are you kidding me, Hondo? Come on. He's our gun bunny.
Oh, well, let's make it 200 then.
Sure. A couple more lap dances for me tonight.
- Want a piece of this? - Yeah.
Don't look so worried.
Yo.
Wanna make some extra money?
Hey, don't forget to take your safety off.
- Street. - You better get your game face on.
Don't beat him so badly I can't get a rematch, all right?
I won't make any promises.
It's my money, man.
Shooters, on the line!
Stand by! Ready!
Put them on safe! Holster!
Here's your winner.
I won, baby.
Thoroughbred!
Yeah, yeah. Passport, please.
Next.
- Next. - You have anything to declare?
I don't know how you got this through De Gaulle.
You can't bring this through the airport.
For luck. Luck.
Gift from my father. Not dangerous.
- Mail it home. - Okay.
Mail it home.
- Okay? - Okay. Okay. "Merci."
- Hey, Gus! - Yeah.
Isn't that eternal damnation you're chowing down there?
You can't tell Michelle.
Isn't she gonna smell the fries on your breath?
That's why God invented mouthwash. She'll never know.
Gus, you're cheating on your wife with fast food.
You're right. You're absolutely right.
Street, you have a driver's license?
- Got a library card. - That's good enough.
So get your uniform on. You're driving me today.
Come on.
Did you get my return ticket and papers?
Flight leaves tonight at midnight.
- No one knows I'm here? - Just me.
Where do you wanna go?
It's my uncle's birthday.
I want to surprise him.
If you want me to come by and mow your lawn later...
...I'm available, sergeant. - I'll keep that in mind.
Call me Hondo.
I was a Marine. Did two years in Nam, recon unit.
Spent the next four teaching combat survival. You serve?
- Yeah. - Navy SEALs, right?
- That's what my file says. - So, what did you do for them?
Besides rescue Marines when they got lost?
You sniper detail, amphibious assault, what?
My boat-crew leader always said if anyone knew what we did...
...we'd failed.
That's fair enough.
So where are we going, Hondo?
What say we go see what the weather's like in South Central?
Tell us where your boyfriend is.
Look, I don't speak Spanish! Tell me where your boyfriend is!
You're not helping him any! You're not...
Somebody here gonna get locked up!
R-61-15 in foot pursuit.
Suspect headed south, west of Defiance.
One black male in Lakers purple.
Repeat: One black male in Lakers purple.
That's our guy talking. Where's he at?
What the hell you doing, Navy SEAL?
- Oh, hell yeah! Get on, baby, get on! - Come on!
Damn! That looked like some Oakland Raider Jack Tatum action there.
What you know about Jack Tatum?
Turn your ass over! Put your hands behind your back!
- Name's Hondo. - I don't give a damn.
I could've caught him myself.
If you like hard work, long hours and getting dirty for low pay...
...I got an opening on my SWAT team.
Shut up!
I don't mind that at all.
Pack your bags. You're coming to SWAT school.
- SWAT school? - Shut up!
Don't talk too much! Shut up!
Don't y'all got nothing better to do than be hauling a black man to jail?
Just perpetuating the cycle, ain't you?
We'll see how liberal you are when he's breaking into your place.
"Uh-huh," my ass.
Sure you don't want to sit in the back?
I could wear a little cap.
I like the view from up here.
The cap thing's a nice touch, though.
Officer Burress, Southwest Division.
Well, your test scores are off the chart, and you got all the right references.
Thank you, sergeant.
Can I get a hot dog with everything and a ginger ale, please?
Hot dog with everything, ginger ale.
- Street? - Same.
Well, I will have a soy dog, please...
...on a whole-wheat bun, plain...
...and a tomato juice, if you got it.
Thank you.
I'm a vegetarian.
I'm a bit curious.
You've been a cop six years and you've never had a civilian complaint?
I try to be courteous and professional with everyone I encounter.
Well, the thing is, Dave...
- David. - Right. David.
Here's the thing.
There may come a time in SWAT when you gotta get a little dirty...
...behind a street bust. You know what I'm saying?
No.
How the hell can I trust a man...
...won't eat a good old-fashioned American hot dog?
He's a vegetarian.
I'm looking for an injured officer, name of Sanchez.
Chris Sanchez.
- Room five. In the corner. - Thank you.
- What do you need, sarge? - You Sanchez's partner?
Sanchez do that?
- You help? - No, sarge.
Reminds me of my third divorce.
- Bad day, huh? - Kiss my ass, "�se".
I'm starting to like this Sanchez already.
Spent four years in Metro, passed the SWAT quals three times.
Been rejected by Fuller three times.
Might be a reason. He's got a couple of beefs here.
I'm going to get the nurse to clean and dress your wound.
Sorry. Wrong room.
- Who you looking for? - Chris Sanchez.
I'm Chris Sanchez.
You're Chris Sanchez?
Look, if you're Internal Affairs...
...that guy had razorblades in his mouth.
I had to put him down hard.
I'm sick and tired of these bullshit complaints because some "vato..."
...doesn't like getting thrown to the pavement by a woman.
I look like IAD to you?
Who are you?
Wait, now, that guy had about 100 pounds on you.
All brawn, no brains. You didn't answer my question.
So you still want to work SWAT?
No, I just enjoy applying all the time.
Gas it up. Return it.
Am I looking at another day of chauffeur duty?
- Team's almost filled. - Not that it hasn't been fun.
Well, I do have one more spot.
Can you think of anybody I might've overlooked?
This a game or a test, sergeant?
- Could be a bit of both. - Yeah, I'm a little old for games.
All right.
So how'd you like to be back on SWAT?
It's not gonna happen.
So why you hanging around the cage then?
It's a job.
And SWAT's a calling.
Anybody around you for five minutes can tell you still got the bug.
All you gotta do is say yes.
It's not up to me or you.
I got a history here.
Yeah, let's talk about that.
I heard some rumors about you and your old partner.
Did you give him up in Fuller's office?
Because, you know, team members gotta trust each other.
I'm not on your team.
And no, I didn't give him up.
You've been in that cage six months, shining boots and fixing weapons...
...waiting for a second chance.
I got one, and I'm offering it to you.
Fuller will never sign off on it.
You let me deal with that paper-pushing punk.
I want you on my team.
Let me tell you, it's the sauce.
If you don't have the right sauce, what do you got? You know?
My mother, she used to make sauce.
Now you go into the store, and you buy it in a jar or in a can...
Alex?
Alex! Nobody told me you were coming.
- When did you get here? - Surprise.
Happy birthday, Uncle.
Come on, sit down. Sit. Bring some champagne, huh?
Sit, eat.
The chief's making me take you back.
He's concerned about losing all his best officers.
- He thinks I'm one of his best officers? - But...
...he's given me complete oversight.
And trust me, you got no room for error.
So I will give you Boxer, T.J. McCabe and this new guy...
...Deacon Kaye.
I have to pass on the other two. Sanchez is a woman, and Street...
Well, Street's on my shitlist.
Hey, I'm on your shitlist too, and I'm the team leader.
You work for me now, and it's my team to choose.
With all due respect, captain, other leaders get to pick their teams.
And you can too. Just pick two new people.
Look...
...just give me the team I ask for.
You can even call it your shitlist team.
That way, if anything goes wrong, you can put all the blame on me.
It'd be just like old times.
Okay.
Okay, you got your team.
But when you fail, and you probably will fail...
...Sanchez goes back to Traffic, and you and Street are plain gone.
No, not just off SWAT, off the force.
- You feel me? - Oh, yeah.
I feel you.
- Okay, I'm leaving now. - No, don't go.
I have wine and cognac from home. Come on.
- I must go. I have a flight to catch. - Oh, catch another flight.
Let me introduce you to Monica.
You like this knife?
This is my father's knife. He gave it to me.
It's a beautiful knife, and she's a beautiful woman.
Now, why don't you stay, have a good time and go back tomorrow.
Listen, I'm running the business now.
I'm the new boss.
Don't joke with me, Alex.
And don't ever forget, your father's running the business.
No, I retired him.
He never spoke of that to me.
That's because he can't speak anymore.
You put your hand in my father's pocket.
Not in mine.
If you take my money, I'll take your life. Understood?
Mail it to me.
- Yeah! - Smile!
Good evening.
May I see your license, registration and proof of insurance?
I'm a tourist, you know. I'm visiting the U.S.
I have my passport if you want.
Let me see it.
Whose car is this?
It belongs to my uncle. Why?
You got a left taillight out.
Hi, this is Bridget the Midget.
We're out here in front of the Key Club on Sunset in beautiful Hollywood.
I just wonder how you can get inside of there.
Anyways, we're on Sunset Boulevard, where anything could happen.
Especially police harassment.
Hey, you guys, you're all pigs!
Is your uncle's name Martin Gascoigne?
- Yeah. So we're okay? - There's a warrant in that name...
...and I have to detain you until we can verify who you are.
Sir, please step out of the vehicle.
- You're here awful early. - Traffic was lighter than usual.
Streets must've been damn near empty.
Ali's his sister.
And I called bottoms on the last one.
You called bottoms, but that's not what you got.
- Yo, dog, what's up? - What's happening?
- Jim. - Boxer.
So, what did you do to my sister?
Nothing.
That's not what I heard.
I mean, that's not the word on the street.
She's all broken up over you.
- Don't know why. She left me. - Dumped.
A case of crabs will do that to a woman.
Is there something about this team I need to know?
I want to know what an asshole like you...
...did to my little sister to make her leave.
She's 28, all right?
And trust me, she's not so little.
- Trust you? - No, you didn't.
How's your last partner doing? Gamble. He trust you too?
- You wanna talk about this? - You gonna tell me?
Been on your chest for a while, yeah?
Street!
You wanna talk about it?
Come here.
- Don't talk about what you don't... - Yo!
Street! It's not worth it.
Who else you gonna narc on?
Who are you?
Who the hell are you?
Guess you're not the prettiest one here anymore, huh, T.J.?
Well, sounds like you've all gotten acquainted.
Let's get started.
I'll make this simple.
L.A.P.D. SWAT is the most honored, most respected...
...and most professional police division in the world.