All right, boys,
ring the doorbell and ditch
before somebody answers.
Me and Leroy got those two houses.
Darryl, you take that one.
Come on.
(QUIET LAUGHING)
(DOORBELLS RINGING)
(BOYS LAUGHING)
MAN: Hey.
(SIREN CHIRPS)
Aw, shoot. The cops.
BOY: No, they ain't here for us.
Okay, let me see hands.
Hands.
What are you running from?
Officer, we were just playing a stupid game.
Up against the car.
Now.
(SIGHS)
A burglary was reported in the area.
We're looking for suspects.
Why are you talking to us? We didn't steal nothin'.
Because you fit the description,
smart-ass.
Yeah, right... young, black and breathing.
Darryl, shut up.
- Man, forget this. - Both of you shut up.
And I said don't move!
You didn't say that. You said to...
I said don't move!
You understand English?
DARRYL: Why you bum-rush me?
I ain't do nothin'!
This ain't right!
This is how cops get shot.
I told you
keep your hands where I could see them.
You understand?
Hey, stop resisting! Do you want
- to get shot?! - No!
He doesn't want to get shot.
None of us do. Please.
Padulla.
They got nothing on 'em.
I think they get the point.
(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)
Have a nice evening.
You see those robbery suspects...
you call us. Okay?
LEROY: Let's go.
Come on, Darryl.
♪
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR SLAMS)
- Stupid cops. - Boy, what'd I tell you
about slamming my door?
Darryl started talking, this cop grabbed him...
it looked like he was gonna shoot him.
Is everybody okay?
I used all the rules you taught me.
I did everything they asked.
Kept my hands in view, kept my voice calm.
You tried not to give them a reason to fear you?
Yeah.
(SIGHS)
Son, I'm-a tell you something.
Some people fear you
without even knowing you.
It's black versus blue.
But it don't got to be that way.
Maybe.
But what do you think you can do about it, Hondo?
(SIREN WAILING)
All right, we got a hostage situation.
Suspect's name is Christian Baty.
Someone called 911, saying he's threatened to shoot
his two kids, his girlfriend and himself with an AK-12.
LUCA: These guys always want
to kill themselves last... they should try
going first.
- We got any word on Street? - He knows he's on standby.
I tried his cell a few times, but he's not picking up.
But I'm gonna keep on trying.
(SIREN CHIRPS)
JESSICA: 911 caller says Baty has hostages in danger.
- You need to go in now. - All right,
we're a man down, but we're ready to go in.
Heat sensors can't identify which room
Baty or the hostages are in.
The front door is reinforced.
All right, well, we brought our own reinforcements.
Okay, we got the Rook, let's do this.
WOMAN: Please stand back.
(SIREN CHIRPS)
Nice of you to join us, Street.
I'm sorry, I didn't get the message right away.
I know we don't do excuses, but my mom,
she got this job in Lincoln Heights,
and she was supposed to take the train,
and then she started getting all these
anxieties, and she asked me to take her.
It's not gonna happen again.
You get familiar with the layout,
get squared away.
Yeah. Thanks. I'll be ready.
Boss?
This job, it's a good thing for her.
Get ready to roll, Street.
All right.
Chris, Street, go.
♪
(WHIRRING)
All set. Three, two, one.
(EXPLOSION)
(SHOUTING COMMANDS)
LAPD! On the ground!
Christian Baty, get down on the ground!
All the way! Give me a two!
- Left side clear. - Right side's clear.
All right, he's unarmed.
- We got Christian Baty. - STREET: Roger that.
- No hostages, our end. - House is clear.
No girlfriend, no kids.
Something's off.
You want to tell us what the hell is going on?
You're the ones busted in here, you tell me.
Why'd somebody call 911, say you were about to kill
your girlfriend and kids?
I don't have a girlfriend, or kids!
Damn, sounds like we just got swatted, boss.
Hondo, we may have something.
TAN: Blast plates,
caps, copper fuses.
Somebody's been messing with explosives here.
Making something pretty big.
It's a list of cities. Crenshaw,
Baldwin Hills, Ladera Heights, Inglewood.
Possible targets?
Those are all black neighborhoods.
Hey. Who are you?
What the hell do you have planned?
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Hondo, this is Agent Elliott Gines,
- point for the FBI. - SWAT's here to help,
but I'd be lying if I didn't say this guy's list
of possible targets feels personal.
Completely understand, Sergeant.
Now, I've interviewed Christian Baty twice
in the last six months.
He made the FBI's watch list for researching
improvised explosive devices, along with this.
Baty just happens to be a member of a white pride
chat group called the "Ultimate Patriots."
These guys espouse violence
based on the fear
of the "surging minority threat."
Yeah, they sound awesome.
Yeah, the kind of awesome that hides behind pseudonyms
- and avatars. - GINES: Most of the time,
this kind of chat group is all talk, no bite.
But a few days ago, this one went silent.
Not before hinting at something big happening today, though.
We found TATP residue in his house.
DEACON: Evidence that Baty's making explosives,
but where are they now?
HICKS: I got unis running extra patrols from Crenshaw
to Ladera Heights. If they see anything, we're mobilizing.
Sir, South L.A. is full of soft targets.
We need to find out exactly what Baty's got planned.
And who else he might be working with.
We can search for the real names
of the people in this chat group.
"WhitePridePiper,"
"AlbinoAlbert"
and "ChicksDigAryans."
Yeah, count me in.
I'll set you up with FBI servers and our best computer guy.
We I.D. these guys, and with your local knowledge, we can
scoop these guys up faster.
- Okay. - Whoever was behind
that swatting call knew Baty was dangerous.
TAN: A friend or neighbor who wanted to tip us off without
opening themselves up to retaliation by Baty?
FBI's dealt with swatting calls before.
They're difficult to trace.
Let me know if you need our resources.
Gines.
I want to be in that room when you question Baty.
Be my guest.
HONDO: Deac, Luca,
- I need a favor. - Sure, Hondo, what's up?
You guys still play ball with that watch commander
out of the Southwest Division?
Lieutenant Bernard. Yeah.
Big mouth, no jump shot.
- Yeah, my dad was his training officer. - I need you
to give him a call, and get a uni to locate
someone in South L.A. for me.
- Sure, who? - My father.
I talked to him this morning, he said he was headed to Crenshaw
to hang out with some of his friends. I tried his cell.
- He's not picking up. - All right, we're on it.
No problem.
(SIGHS)
GINES: Christian Baty.
Hey.
Why is it always boring-looking guys like you
who turn out to be the most dangerous?
Are we really gonna do this again, Agent?
"Special Agent," and yeah, yeah, we are.
Except this time,
I have bomb residue
and materials as evidence.
Tell us what the target is and who you're working with,
maybe you won't go to prison for the rest of your life.
Do you play football?
I used to.
What position?
- Linebacker? - Halfback.
But not quarterback, though.
See, I...
I care more about facts than feelings.
And here's a fact.
Blacks can't play quarterback.
Not with the best of them, anyway.
(CHUCKLES) Are you trying to get a rise out of me?
'Cause I've been there and done that.
Eh, just my way of connecting.
You know, I grew up in South L.A.,
one of the neighborhoods on your list,
and there's a lot of good people who live there.
Really?
Do you you have any idea what's going on in your hood?
There are black armies on street corners
chanting to put "wings on white pigs."
You're saying someone's looking to kill cops there?
BATY: I pay attention to what's going on.
There are hate groups plotting the assassination
of white police officers.
- What the hell are you talking about? - Exactly.
How is it that I know more about what's going on
in this city than you do?
In your own communities?
Why do you leave it up to me to protect other cops?
GINES: Let's sit you down
and see what you got to say.
Did you hear any chatter
on the streets about someone going after cops?
No. Nothing I've heard.
He's probably just wasting our time.
I don't know.
He seemed like he was feeling it.
Let's give a heads-up to Southwest and 77th Divisions.
We dig deeper, we'll find out his target.
All right. I'm on it.
Our swatting call was made using a deaf teletype relay service.
The hard of hearing use them.
To turn typed messages into voice messages.
Prevents us from I.D.'ing the caller's voice.
But these services aren't as anonymous as you might think.
We traced the call through dispatch.
Our swatter tried to mask his location by connecting
to a non-emergency line before transferring to 911,
but I focused on the signal,
found the physical address: An apartment in Echo Park.
I want unis there now.
Did you know Commissioner Plank was stepping down
to run for governor?
JESSICA: No.
Hey, Annie, what are you doing here?
I was just on my way home from a doctor's visit,
and guess who just got a totally clean bill of health.
Are you serious?
Brain scan, blood test, all checked out.
No more worries about tumors.
I guess you're stuck with me a little while longer.
Oh, my goodness.
All your hard work, all the rehab.
Well, I could not have done it without you.
Hey, I know you're busy.
I just wanted to tell you in person.
And kiss you.
- And tell you I love you. - Love you, too.
LUCA: Annie!
Hey, Luca.
- Bye, Luca. (CHUCKLES) - What's up?
Hey, how's the rehab going?
She's got a clean bill of health.
Deac! That's awesome, man.
Yeah, it's a blessing.
We got to celebrate.
Sure thing, man. What did you have in mind?
Well, I'm thinking I got to come up
with a really big surprise for Annie.
Dude, Annie always sniffs out your surprises.
Not this time.
STREET: Sorry. It's my mom's first day at work,
and she's kind of freaking out.
At least she knows how to use her phone now.
What's her job?
I found this opening at this deli.
They hire parolees.
Bunch of hard ex-cons and my mom selling sandwiches.
I can't imagine
it's easy starting a new life with a past like hers.
It's just a little different than I expected.
You know, I got to... I got to grocery shop
so we can fix breakfast together, and then I...
I got to try and get home in time to set the dinner table.
It's like she's still on this prison schedule, you know?
Our little boy's growing up.
- (SCOFFS) Let's not get carried away. - (LAUGHS)
Ran your parameters through our database.
Came up with fellow chat room buddies of your suspect.
Connor Glenski.
Used to affiliate
with local white pride groups in Fontana.
I got two more. Jacob Sullivan from Wyoming
and Garrett Logan from Virginia.
- How'd you find them so fast? - We're the FBI.
We've got equipment and algorithms locals can't touch.
Don't got one of those, though.
Sweet jacket. Got any for sale?
After you finish with this, I'll see if I can scrounge one up.
I'm gonna get these names
to Agent Gines. Excuse me.
(PHONE VIBRATING)
Mom?
Jimmy, I need you here right now.
What's wrong? Your Uncle Ralph is here.
Mom, Uncle Ralph lives in Phoenix.
I mean, we haven't seen him since...
I know, si-since after the funeral.
But he's here. Now.
I think he wants to hurt me.
Are you sure it's him?
I mean, it's been 20 years since you've seen him.
It's him. You remember how angry he was
after your father died?
And-and how he talked about getting back at me
if he ever had the chance?
Ma, hey. Just take a breath.
Okay? Take a breath.
I don't know what he wants to do to me.
Just come down here, please.
We're in the middle of a case.
Okay-okay.
I understand.
I'm sorry, I'm-I'm just scared.
Mom. Mom?
I've updated Gines. Let's go.
Actually, Chris...
take the Charger,
- head back to HQ without me. - All right, funny guy.
- Come on. - I know it sounds crazy,
but I got an emergency. I got... I'll meet up with you later.
- What? - I can't argue right now.
I just got to go.
Hell you do. What am I supposed to tell Hondo?
I covered for you going AWOL before, and I got burned.
I know, I... You don't have to say a word
- to Hondo, okay? I'm gonna talk to him. - Okay.
How do you know she's not playing you again?
Who?
Come on, don't put me in this position.
Look, I said I was gonna talk to Hondo, okay?
It's not on you. I'm gonna take care of it.
(PHONE VIBRATES) - Street.
STREET: Hondo, we got the names
of Baty's accomplices.
HONDO: Yeah, I just talked to Gines.
- We're looking into it. - STREET: Great.
Chris is on her way back to HQ now with the intel.
Listen, I got to make a quick detour, though.
You remember the arrest I made on that gunrunner in Palmdale?
Yeah. Yeah, what's going on?
Well, uh, I got an on-call subpoena for it.
And, uh, D.A. needs me to appear in court
in, like, 30 minutes.
Listen, uh, I'm gonna split off to respond,
but I should be back in time to, uh...
I should be back in time to move on these guys.
- All right. Roger that. - Thanks.
I got him from here.
Thanks.
Wow.
I live my whole life right.
I ain't been in a police station over 45 years,
and it takes my son to have me arrested?
Okay, look here, ain't nobody arresting you, Pop.
I thought we agreed
that you would keep us updated on where you would be.
- What, like I'm 12 years old? - No.
Like you have a medical condition
that can be a problem
if you don't stay on top of it.
That was the point of moving you to L.A.,
so me and Brie could be here for you.
Look, I was down on Crenshaw looking after Ms. Reginald.
See, there's this guy that keeps coming
around her neighborhood, and, well,
she just wants somebody to look out for her, that's all.
Oh, right. You is that someone, huh? Come on, man.
This ain't got nothing to do with her being single, huh?
I've been gone for 30 years.
I'm just reconnecting with my community, that's all.
Okay, well, you can reconnect with your community
by letting people like Ms. Reginald know
she can call the cops
if she got a problem.
It ain't that simple for some people.
Oh, here we go. Black versus blue, right?
I've been telling you since I was a kid
it ain't got to be like that.
You're the one who told me that if I wanted
to do something about the police, I should join them.
Yeah, but I was just making a point about futility.
Ain't nobody with any sense expected you
to actually start wearing a badge.
All right, I ain't gonna do this right now, Pop.
We can talk about it later.
All right, come on.
Look, our counselor has a couch and a TV.
You can post up there for now.
Hondo, I know you.
And I know when something's wrong. What's really going on?
All right, real talk?
There's a bomb threat in South L.A.
We're trying to locate it and shut it down.
- And you want me out of harm's way? - That's right.
What about the other people, son?
That just don't seem fair.
We got cops all over the neighborhood
trying to find these suspects.
Listen, I was born and raised there, and so were you.
I can't just sit here on my ass if it's in danger.
Pop, will you let me do my job?
I can't do that if I'm worried about you.
It is my turn to take care of this community.
Officer. Get him set up
- in the counselor's office, all right? - Mm-hmm.
We checked our swatter's apartment
in Echo Park. No one lives there.
I was afraid of that. It's a dead end.
Not quite. We looked into
the apartment's lease history.
TAN: Last one was a long-term agreement,
but no one remembers what the tenant looked like.
Well, he must have kept a low profile.
Made us look closer.
Boring location, lots of exits, and a bathroom
perfect to use as a darkroom.
Sounds like a safe house.
I made some calls.
It was a safe house. For the FBI.
I also looked into you.
Your daughter has a friend who's deaf
and uses the same relay service our swatter used.
You made that 911 call.
What else are you hiding?
The more I dug into Baty, the more I knew
how dangerous he was. Now, I went to my superiors.
I even went to the higher-ups in the Justice Department.
No one thought we had enough for a warrant.
No one took it seriously.
So you used SWAT to get inside Baty's house
to uncover his plan?
That stunt could have led to my guys killing people
under false pretenses.
And you know what I'm talking about.
How many people are gonna die
if Baty isn't stopped?
Now, we all know
his accomplice is gonna do something today, right?
So who are we going after here?
Now, you could spend your time digging into me,
trying to prove I made that call.
Or you could focus on stopping this attack.
Agent Gines.
Could you excuse us, please?
Stay in the building.
(SIGHS) Anything we found in Baty's house
can't be used in court.
Well, it leaves us two choices.
Maintain plausible deniability, keep it under wraps
for a few hours, which makes us complicit
in a cover-up with the FBI.
Or release Baty back on the street.
Hold up, hold up. Release Baty?
We know he's been making explosives.
He's got accomplices out there ready to use them.
And it was an illegal search.
(SIGHS)
Hmm.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
LUCA: Are we just gonna
- let this clown walk? - Yeah, what's the word, Hondo?
We're letting him walk, we're not letting him go.
We're gonna roll with Baty,
and we're gonna watch his every move.
I called in a few favors
with some outsiders who're gonna help us
- keep an eye on him. - You think Baty's gonna lead us
to his accomplices?
MUMFORD: Heard you're a man down,
so Rocker and I agreed to chip in.
- We're upgrades, honestly. - Appreciate that.
All right, load up.
Let's get ready to move out.
- Let's go. - Chris, hold on a second.
You and I got to talk about Street.
I called the D.A. He never got subpoenaed.
- Subpoenaed? - Where the hell is he, Chris?
What did he tell you?
That he needed to appear in court.
Only his case was never on the books for today.
I'm sorry, boss. I assumed you knew what was going on. I...
He swore to me he was gonna call you right away
and tell you the truth.
What is the truth, Chris?
He didn't say exactly yet.
Just think there's some kind of drama
going on with his mom.
- Ma. - (KAREN PANTING)
- Hey. - Oh, Jimmy. Oh!
Hey, it's okay.
It's all right. I'm here.
I didn't mean to ruin your day at work.
I know how important work is for you.
Ma, take breaths, okay? Take deep breaths.
Okay. (EXHALES)
Drea's gonna let you sit for a couple minutes.
Everything's cool, okay?
- Okay. - All right, just relax.
- Okay. Okay. - Relax.
Where is he?
Who?
The guy my mom thinks is my Uncle Ralph.
Jimmy.
You grew up big.
HONDO: I got Baty in a Code 37 plate number.
John, Adam, Nine, Edward, Three, David,
headed south on Crenshaw.
Deacon, Luca, keep a perimeter to the north.
We're in position, Hondo.
Chris, keep a perimeter to the south.
- Mumford and Rocker to the west. - On it.
Looks like Baty's heading into South L.A.
This guy gets released, and the first place he heads for
is the neighborhood he's targeting?
I had him and his car searched at HQ.
No guns or explosives.
But he could be meeting with the people who have them.
Eyes peeled, people.
Think we just got made.
Good. I want Baty
to think he's smarter than us.
That's why I called in favors.
HONDO: All right, Little Red.
- You sure you're up for this? - Depends, Hondo.
You gonna talk to that D.A. about my possession charge?
And don't pull one of them cop tricks like last time.
Look, man, a deal's a deal, assuming you and your boys
don't lose this guy.
(SCOFFS)
Look, you see anything,
you text us, and we'll handle it from there, you understand?
Mm-hmm.
Guy is definitely not from around here.
More like the North Pole.
How dangerous is he?
Too dangerous to talk about, Red.
(LITTLE RED LAUGHS) Wait, you serious?
Welcome to my world.
How's it feel to be working with the good guys?
Jury's still out on that.
STREET: Hey.
How'd you find Mom?
When lowlife murderers are released from prison,
the parole board notifies the families of their victims.
It wasn't hard to track her down.
- Why are you here? - To collect family property.
Your mom has a necklace that belonged to my mother.
Antique gold.
Ma, go back inside.
This necklace is not yours. Shh.
You kept it as some kind of sick trophy after killing my brother!
No, I earned this necklace
after all the beatings I took from him!
- Is that right? - Hey. Hey! Hey.
You're not stepping to my mom, Ralph. Not happening.
All right, all right, I-I don't want trouble.
I just want what's right.
That necklace belongs to her. Her mother gave it to her.
Take a look at the engraving on the back.
(SNIFFLES)
So he's telling the truth?
Your Grandma Jeanie gave it to me, Jimmy.
Before you killed her son in cold blood.
Your brother was a violent son of a bitch
who would've killed me and Jimmy both
- if I hadn't shot him! - Shh! Enough, enough.
Both of you, stop it.
Give it to me.
(SCOFFS)
Give it to me.
(SIGHS)
Take it.
I told myself I was coming here for this.
But if I'm being honest,
I wanted to look you in the face and say you're
an evil bitch who's going to hell one day.
Hey.
My father, he was the worst thing that ever happened to me.
So you take your necklace, and go back to Arizona,
and you do not come near my mother again.
Or what? You gonna shoot me?
I thought that was her job.
Go. Now.
You only remember things the way she wants you to remember them.
But her and your daddy,
they went after each other. I saw it.
I saw it.
Leave. Leave.
Good luck to you, Jimmy.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Hey, man. - You alone?
Yeah. Just drove past.
Yeah, I think I'm good, too.
Hondo, check this out.
HONDO: Listen up,
Baty's with Connor Glenski,
one of his known associates.
Glenski's got a backpack and may be armed.
- Roll with caution. - DEACON: Roger that.
- On our way. - On my way.
(CAMERA CLICKING)
Some guy is taking pictures of us.
- Over to the right? - Yeah.
- All right, let's get going. - Yeah.
Let's go. Go, go, go, go.
- (ENGINE REVVING) - LAPD! Get off the bike!
Stop! LAPD!
Stop!
Glenski's on a black bike, headed west.
(TIRES SCREECH) (SIREN CHIRPS)
(ENGINE REVVING)
Off the bike, on the ground!
Off the bike now!
Watch the crossfire!
Get off the bike!
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Little Red and his boys lost eyes on Baty
during the explosion. There's not much left of Glenski.
I talked to the Bomb Squad,
and the explosives in his backpack are made of TATP.
Matches the residue from Baty's house.
That combo's easy to make if you know what you're doing.
And it's known for accidental detonation.
That's just one device. If Baty and his friends have more,
- we got a serious problem. - Speaking of Baty's friends,
credit card receipts for Sullivan and Logan show
they bought plane tickets to LAX yesterday. They're in town.
No hits on the BOLO search yet.
Deac and I are still looking into Baty's claims
about cops being targets. So far, nothing.
Got to find these guys, quick.
Keep grinding. We're running out of time.
Say, Hondo,
I thought you should know, I saw your dad
- leaving HQ a few minutes ago. - What?
I told him to stay in Wendy's office until the end of the day.
I tried to stop him, but I guess he doesn't like being told.
'Cause he said something about not wanting to be
on the sidelines while people need help.
- (SIGHS) Thanks, Luca. - Mm-hmm.
MUMFORD: Hey, Deac.
What's this I hear about a surprise celebration for Annie?
Putting something together, yeah.
Well, you know, since Nikki and I eloped to Vegas,
I got these vendors locked in we didn't use.
Maybe you want to split the cost, you know?
Save some cash if you need a flower guy or a cake.
Yeah. I mean, I'm putting it together on the fly, so...
Great. So you got anybody to officiate?
'Cause you know who's licensed in California...
I came to apologize.
I didn't mean for you to find out about my campaign through a press conference.
I put myself on the line with those proposals
because you said you would protect me.
Now there's gonna be a target on my back.
Listen, I'm a long shot to win the governor's seat.
But if I do, there'll be incredible opportunities
for you to expand your work.
I'm sorry about this.
Things moved faster than I anticipated.
Really? I looked up your website.
MichaelPlankForGovernor.com was reserved five months ago,
before we even went public with the police reforms.
You were using
my work to set you up for this.
Listen, that's politics.
Of course there was a benefit for me.
But the reforms are off to a great start,
and you're here to make sure they stay on track.
I have an opportunity now
to implement them all across the state.
If I succeed, you'll have a powerful ally.
And if you don't, people are gonna come after my job.
I'm gonna tell you a secret, Jessica.
You never needed me to protect you or to do any of this.
You got this.
STREET: Just got back.
What's going on? Where do you need me?
How'd your testimony go? You gonna put the guy away?
False alarm. Turns out I wasn't needed.
Hey, boss. A, uh, motel manager in Inglewood recognized
Jacob Sullivan and Garrett Logan.
Said they rented out rooms. Unis went in,
but all they found were research books on Crenshaw
- and Micheaux Park. - That narrows down the target area.
Hey, you got to see this. Come here.
This might make Baty's words make more sense.
So, it's a video of a community group, the Young Slausons,
in South L.A. They're chanting to kill white cops
and put "wings on pigs."
CHRIS: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
So Baty was right?
Yes and no. No, it's totally fake.
It's a bunch of clips edited together,
taken out of context. The website for this video
didn't check out.
- There are fake articles, misspellings. - The video was posted
- out of Crimea. It's a troll farm. - Yeah, it's people
looking to take advantage of fear,
start violence in U.S. cities.
Problem is, an online conspiracy theorist on YouTube picked it up
last month, then bots on Twitter started pushing it.
- Like gas on the fire. - See, Baty and his friends
think that they're actually protecting cops
by trying to kill Young Slausons,
but it's all based on a hoax.
Micheaux Park.
There's a celebration today,
and all the Young Slausons are gonna be there,
along with hundreds of people.
Probably my pops, too.
What?
Let's move.
♪ Transforming global markets with all of my partners ♪
♪ Methodical corporate culture straight out the projects ♪
♪ What's the ingredients to the realest? ♪
♪ Place two cups of cranberry in the skillet ♪
♪ A half a cup of water, add some Henny... ♪
(PHONE RINGING)
- Hondo. - Pop,
are you in Micheaux Park?
- You know it. - Okay, listen to me.
That attack I was talking about
is going down there soon.
Look, son, now,
- if you're asking me to leave... - I'm not,
Pop, I'm not. I need you to help evacuate people
before we get there, quietly, without panic.
- Can you do that? - Son,
I got this.
V.O.C.!
We got us a situation to handle.
(SIRENS WAILING)
All right, let's get these people cleared out of here.
My team's gonna take the north end.
Mumford, Rocker, you go south.
- Let's go, everyone! - People,
we need you to get out of this park!
- Keep moving. Keep moving. - Let's go!
We need you to move to the front now.
- People, you got to move! - (SHOUTING)
You need to move out of the park!
- Move to the front! - Exit that way.
- Everybody, move out of the park! - Keep moving! Everybody move!
Out of the park, to the front! Pop.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
We got eyes on that?!
Neither bomb was set off
in a heavily populated area.
There are no casualties.
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
Move!
(SHOUTING)
Get out of here, Pop.
- Move. Get out of here. - All right.
(SCREAMING, SHOUTING)
Go!
Please, come on, move out.
These bombs weren't meant to kill.
These are smaller ones herding people to the bigger bomb
inside that truck! Get patrol
and make a wall! Keep people away from that truck!
- Move! - This way!
Away from the truck!
- Let's go! - Come on!
Get away from the truck!
Get away from that truck.
Go!
- Keep moving. - Go! Move, move, move! Move!
HONDO: Everybody move out the front!
Do not go near that truck!
- Move, move! Exit! - This way!
(SHOUTING)
Hey, girls. Come here, come here.
I'm gonna take you to Mom, okay?
Here we go, here we go.
Move, move!
Come on, let's go! Move, move!
(GUNSHOT)
Over there! Those are Baty's guys.
Hey! Keep your hands up!
CHRIS: Hands behind your back!
Now! Now! (SHOUTING)
Got it!
♪
Hondo!
(PANTING)
Baty's got the truck. Get me the MRAP. Street, let's go.
- Get out of the way! Out of the way! - Move, move, move!
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
- (HORN HONKING) - (TIRES SCREECH)
That truck's a sensitive bomb.
Could detonate at any second and take out half a block.
Hondo, you have to steer it
away from civilians right now.
We're parallel with him now.
I want barricades set up on Main moving north.
(HORN HONKS)
(TIRES SCREECH)
He's heading west through a parking lot
- straight for civilians. - Hondo, he's headed for a busy
farmer's market on the other side of that lot.
Yeah, I got him.
- Street, are we clear? - Right side clear!
Hondo, Hondo, we're not gonna be able to cut him off!
That's not the plan, Street.
Brace yourself!
(YELLING)
Command to 20-David. Are you there?
This is 20-David to Command.
We're good.
I came as soon as I heard.
- Oh, my gosh. - I'm okay.
Dad and you could have been hurt.
I'm okay.
- You sure? - Yeah.
Okay.
Hondo, thank you.
You're always welcome.
Same Ms. Reginald who wouldn't call the cops, huh?
- Yeah. - (LAUGHS)
- Thanks for your help today, Pop. - Oh.
Guess you might have to rethink this black versus blue thing.
It is what it is, son.
But I saw what you did today.
As for me, I'm...
I was just being my son's father.
Let's go, Bri.
This is my daughter, Brianna...
(DOOR CLOSES)
Hey.
I, uh...
heard about Plank.
- Oh. - So what's your next move?
Things could get rocky. I hear the new commission president
isn't a fan of me or my ideas.
Well, you're not alone, Jess.
Me and my team got your back.
- I appreciate that. - Mm-hmm.
I got your message about Street.
Yeah. And?
You're team leader. It's up to you.
And I support whatever that is.
Hondo?
You know David Arias?
Works for the city trade commission.
No.
We both do charity work for the Boys & Girls Club of L.A.
I've seen him at a couple recent functions, and, um...
he asked me out on a date.
(SIGHS)
Well, he sounds like a smart guy.
You and I are not leaving SWAT anytime soon.
I'm still your boss, there's still rules.
And I thought it was time for me... us, uh...
I don't know why I feel like I have to tell you this.
Okay, Jess, Jess, we both know why you're telling me this.
You deserve
any happiness that comes your way.
You, too.
Thanks.
Mm-hmm. Hope he's ready.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
You wanted to see me?
All right.
(SIGHS)
I figure you probably already know,
but I lied.
I lied about being needed in court,
'cause I didn't know what else
to do, Hondo.
My mom was in danger. For real, man.
That's what you should have told me, Street.
But I know how you feel about her.
She okay?
Yeah, she is now.
Good. I mean that.
Thanks.
But you're off SWAT.
What?
Okay.
Hondo, listen, please don't do this, okay?
You're not leaving me any choice here, Street.
- You report to patrol duty tomorrow. - Okay.
Listen, I'm sorry, all right?
I screwed up. I-I know that, and I take full responsibility...
You violated the trust of your teammates,
- your commanding officer and this city. - Is that really
what this is about, or is it about my mom?
Don't do that. Don't even go there. I'm leaving you in Metro.
Any other team leader would ship your ass off
to some corner of the city.
You want to take full responsibility?
Then you get ready for your next assignment.
Hondo, this is not how this ends!
Hey, don't turn your back on me, man. I'm still talking to you!
Right now you're off SWAT.
You want to stop being a cop, you keep pushing it!
Hondo, maybe he was just trying...
Okay, you better be careful.
You were with him both times he pulled this stunt.
You know, when I first joined this team,
you told me that it was a family.
You don't kick people out of a family!
I made a promise to Buck to show you the right way.
It was my responsibility to do that,
and obviously, I failed it,
and you.
Now, I'm not giving up on you, Street.
But I wouldn't be doing you or this team
any favors if I kept letting you slide.
So maybe working uniform,
you can learn things I couldn't teach you.
All right.
I don't need this.
I don't need you or anybody else.
Way to back me up with Hondo.
You mean lie to him? No, I didn't.
You didn't have to lie!
You said you were gonna tell him the truth!
All this time acting like you're my friend.
- I am your friend. - Yeah.
And you still have a choice. I know Hondo.
I know that he wants there to be a way for you back to SWAT.
But you can't be burning that bridge.
(SIGHS) It isn't me burning bridges, Chris.
It's on you and Hondo.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hey, man.
Maybe he'll still show, Chris.
Come on. You did the right thing, boss.
I mean, SWAT has to stand for something.
Maybe he needs this.
Maybe he does.
- (PHONE CHIMES) - Oh. Okay, everybody.
Uh, Cortez just texted,
and she and Annie are outside, so, uh, places.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Hey, Deac?
Hey, Mom.
ALL: Surprise!
(CHEERING) - Oh. Wow.
- What's going on? - You're kidding. How did you know?
What? I don't know what you're talking about.
I had no idea
you wanted to celebrate our wedding vows.
(LAUGHTER)
Tried to warn you, Deac. There's no pulling one over on Annie.
- Uh-huh. - All right. Fair enough.
But I got her this time.
This isn't actually my surprise.
(LAUGHS)
Come on.
♪ When the rain is blowing in your face... ♪
Um, Annie... I love you.
And I know how hard you rehabbed to get better, so,
I spoke to Cortez and to Hicks.
And since I've saved up 200 sick days,
I've decided to use them to stay home, look after the kids.
You have two semesters left of law school,
and it's the perfect time to finish.
- (LAUGHS SOFTLY) - ♪ And the stars
♪ Appear
♪ And there is no one there to dry your tears ♪
♪ I could hold you for a million years... ♪
Just wait a minute.
I truly appreciate this, and everything you do, David,
but I can't go back to law school, babe.
And I want you to know that me quitting was my choice.
And the other reason, actually...
Not everything came up normal in my checkup.
♪ The storms are raging on the rolling sea ♪
♪ And on the highway...
You're pregnant?
(LAUGHS) - She's pregnant!
- What? - Again.
(LAUGHTER, APPLAUSE)
Damn, Deac! What kind of rehab y'all been doing?!
That's how you drop a surprise!
Well, I guess I got nothing to say.
He's already kissing the damn bride.
(WHOOPING, LAUGHING)
♪ I could make you happy, make your dreams come true ♪
♪ No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do ♪
♪ Go to the ends of the Earth for you ♪
♪ To make you feel my love.
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