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Previously on SWAT...

Hey, you remember Miguel Alfaro,
Long Beach SWAT.

Was just filling me in on
some of your LBPD war stories.

Only the good ones, Streeter. Promise.

I've known Alfaro since I was 19.

We were in the Academy
together in Long Beach.

I just don't trust him.

A couple members on the panel

still see me as a cop's girlfriend.

I'm afraid they'll think I'm biased

if I rule in the officer's favor.

Powell ignored orders, didn't she?

Look, Powell is stubborn,

but I really do think that
she's worth investing in.

You get Powell squared away.
She's your responsibility now.

- This is my wife Bonnie.
- Nice to finally meet you.

Last night, I was
at Del Fresco's for dinner.

I saw Bonnie. She was there with a guy.

We just figured you'd want to know.

That you think
my wife is cheating on me.

If you don't believe me, ask her.

- How long?
- Six months.

Bonnie, get out.

- Be right with you guys.
- Yeah, thanks.

Another?

Make it a double.

Cheers, everybody!

Cheers to the birthday girl!

Mind watching it?

You're at a bar, man.

Yeah, well, some of us
just want to drink in peace.

Then go home.

Can't do that.

You got dumped, huh?

Why don't you back off, man?

I can see why she left you.

Here's hoping she found someone better.

Hey.

Hey, knock it off!

I said, stop it! You hear me?! Stop it!

- No! Stop! Dude, stop!
- Get off me!

Sit down. Sit down!

The police are on their way.

Stay right there.

Oh, come on. Not this thing again.

The lady at the class said
swaddling is very important,

very tricky.

Let's just use a zipper thing.

That would be cheating.

Hmm. Wait. What?

- What's wrong?
- Tan spent the night in the drunk tank.

Wouldn't let anybody
call me till this morning.

He's probably embarrassed.

Apparently, he got
in a fight in some bar.

Baby, I'm sorry. I got
to bail on breakfast.

I know Hicks is gonna want
to deal with Tan first thing.

Hondo, wait.

I just got a text about Tan, too.

- From the inspector general.
- I.G.?

No, no. My guy from the Sixth Division
said there was no arrest,

didn't seem like anyone was
going to press charges.

That normally means that
SWAT handles issues internally.

All I know is she's
calling for a meeting

to review the incident.

A bar fight?

Uncontrolled behavior at its worst?

I expect better from anyone on the LAPD,

but a SWAT officer? Disgraceful.

- I'm sorry, sir.
- Damn right, you're sorry.

You're riding the bench for a month.

What about 20-Squad?

We've already discussed
replacement options.

Is there anything you want
to say about this at all?

I went out, had too much to
drink, I made a stupid choice.

Mostly, I'm glad
nobody got seriously hurt.

Desk duty starts today. I don't
care how hungover you are.

Get to it.

Stupid choice is an understatement.

Yeah, I'm frustrated with him, too,

but at least he took
his punishment standing up.

This might not be the end of it.

Nichelle says the inspector
general's getting involved.

That's ridiculous.

I'll give the I.G. a call,
tell her we got it handled.

You get started on the paperwork.

- Deac.
- Just heard about Tan.

- How is he?
- Well, I saw him

before he went in with Hicks and Hondo.

He's a little rough around
the edges, but he's okay.

I'm just surprised. He's not
the type to lose control like that.

You know something I don't.

I heard something.

It's kind of private.

- If Tan's not sharing, I can't.
- Okay.

I can... I can respect that.

Listen, Hondo's gonna be
tied up with this Tan situation.

And Luca's in San Diego
all weekend with a T-lie thing.

Well, we can't roll out shorthanded.
We won't.

It's next man up. 50-Squad is off today

so Rocker's agreed to join us.

He's bringing one of his guys with him.

Oh, don't say it.

Miguel Alfaro is available,
and he's solid.

I don't have a problem
with his skills, Deacon.

It's-it's the ego.

Hey.

What's going on? Rest easy, 20-Squad.

Duty called, and the best
of the best answered.

So you just might be able to keep
up with us? That's good to know.

Oh, today's gonna be fun.

Uh, Rocker's talking to Hondo.
He'll be out in a second.

I appreciate you guys joining us.

Why don't you go get geared up?

Please.

It's just Powell's finally
started to drop the attitude.

And the way Alfaro is...

I don't know. I just...

I don't want him to trip her up,

get her sliding back into bad habits.

All right. Then we'll keep an eye on it.
It's just for one day.

Sergeant Kay,

this is Sergeant Samuel Clark
from Major Crimes.

He's requested 20-Squad
execute a raid today

on an Armenian crime ring,

the culmination
of a lengthy investigation.

The group is about 12 men strong.

Deals mainly in counterfeiting.
Their leader is David Nazarian.

Yeah, I know this guy.
LAPD's been trying

to build a case against him for
a long time,

- but charges never seem to stick.
- Well, they will this time.

We've had an undercover
embedded for six months,

gathering evidence.

- Erik Arkun.
- Alias Alex Gaspard.

He's pretty young to be an undercover.

He's one of our best recruits.

Arkun cracked the ring's inner circle.

Got invited to a meet-up today

where Nazarian and seven of his men

are gonna be processing the latest batch

- of counterfeit bills.
- It'll give us an opportunity

to finally catch Nazarian red-handed.

Get-together's at
an out-of-business restaurant.

Patrol will coordinate the perimeter,

20-Squad will handle the raid.

Roger that.

Sergeant?

Major Crimes has invested a
lot in developing Arkun's cover.

Want to keep it intact,
use him for a future operation.

It's simple enough.

We will arrest your guy
alongside Nazarian and the others,

we'll make it look like he got
swept up in the raid.

Goes without saying,

Detective Arkun is my guy,
my responsibility.

Yeah, getting him out safely
is SWAT's top priority.

Major Crimes
is expecting nine guys total,

including Nazarian and their undercover.

All right. Remember,
we're putting on a show.

You find Detective Arkun, you
cuff him, just like the rest,

but you ID him over the radio

as "bogey in custody"
so we know he's safe.

Let's go.

26-David approaching the restaurant.

Front window's obscured.

They've got cameras.

Could already see us coming.

30-David approaching the back.

We got a camera here, too.

We need to be quick.

Breach on my count. Three.

Two, one.

LAPD. Put your hands up!

On your stomach! Hands out. Now!

LAPD! Don't move!

Alfaro, I got your six.

Going hands on.

Hands behind your back! Now!

Two suspects in custody.

Third suspect in custody.

LAPD!

Give me your hands.
Fourth suspect in custody.

Show me your hands.

- Hold 'em.
- All right, all right.

On your knees.

I got him.

I got a runner!

Get on your stomach!

Fifth suspect in custody.

You're a beast, Powell.

Sixth suspect in custody.

Get on your knees.

Back is clear.

What's the status up front?

Front is clear.

That's not right.

There should have been more
than six guys here.

And no one said "bogey."

What do we got?

We did a secondary sweep.

No sign of Detective Arkun or Nazarian.

When's the last time
you had contact with Arkun?

Last night.

Everything was fine.
He understood the plan.

He was certain of his intel.
He should've been here.

Guys, got something. Check this out.

The feed from the
security cameras outside.

This was ten minutes before we arrived.

That's Arkun and Nazarian
leaving the restaurant together.

The third guy is Peter Melkonyan,

Nazarian's right-hand man.

He doesn't look too trusting of Arkun.

Is there a possibility he's been made?

If he has, they're gonna kill
him, if they haven't already.

Well, the way I see it, our job

was to bring Arkun home,

so we're not gonna stop
until that job is done.

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Crew members 20-Squad scooped up
are in holding.

So far, nobody's talking.

Commander, I chose Detective Arkun,
for this assignment personally,

and you saw that tape.

If they've realized he's a cop...

I understand, Sergeant.

Crime techs just called.

They pulled something interesting

from a trash can
outside of the apartment.

That's Arkun's handwriting.
He left behind a message.

"N." Let's assume that's Nazarian.

"Into more than dollars." Has
your investigation suggested

that Nazarian's into anything
other than counterfeiting?

Well, Arkun had a theory

that Nazarian was branching out,
but I never bought in.

Well, it looks like Arkun
decided to pursue it on his own.

At least that means
he stayed under voluntarily.

So what are you saying?

We leave him under?

No. He's already attracted
the wrong kind of attention.

And when Nazarian hears
about the raid this morning,

his situation's only going to get worse.

His instincts
about Nazarian may be correct,

but I think we need
to pull your detective, ASAP.

I agree, but first, we have to find him.

Well, we've already got a BOLO out

on the vehicle
they left the restaurant in.

Good. Let's coordinate
with patrol and get unis

checking Nazarian's known
properties and hangouts.

The cops raided the restaurant.

Heard on the way over.

Fortunately, we were already gone.

Alex's intuition paid off.

Just saw a cop car parked
in a weird spot, that's all.

They shouldn't have known
about the restaurant.

Somebody's talking.

- And I think it's him.
- Whoa, whoa.

I got us away
from the cops this morning.

We bring him in for real
on the counterfeiting,

and the police bust us.

That's no coincidence.

Or maybe your spot wasn't
as secure as you thought.

We'd all be in lock-up
right now if not for Alex.

- Oh?
- Come on.

- Where is the truck?
- Outside.

Needs to be unloaded.

Go get it done.

I'm telling you, we have a leak!

I don't disagree.

Someone is talking.

Until we find out who,
no one leaves alone.

I'm with you, Nazarian.

- I swear.
- Then prove it.

Give Peter your phone and
your gun, let him do his work.

Nothing from the BOLO yet.

I had Major Crimes send over
their full file on the Armenian mob.

Their investigation focused
on the counterfeiting,

so, it's possible they collected a hint

of what Nazarian was expanding
into without knowing it.

Yeah, could help us locate where
Nazarian took Detective Arkun.

Street and Powell are
going through it right now.

- All right, good.
- Commander.

Sorry to interrupt your busy day.

Edward. I figured the union would be

- sending you over to see Tan.
- Yeah.

The inspector general told me
she'd be making a recommendation

about the incident.

Well, she still hasn't
finalized her decision,

but I asked Mr. Yannick to join us

- so I could tell you all at once.
- Mm-hmm.

The I.G. is leaning toward
a heavier punishment for Tan

- than what SWAT laid out.
- What?

How much heavier?

Two weeks suspension without pay.

Okay, wait a minute.

This is Tan's first
and only conduct issue.

He's been on SWAT for eight
years, he was Vice before that.

Not one black mark in his file.

This isn't about Tan.

This is about City Hall
sending a statement.

They've got an image problem

right on the heels
of those two Hollenbeck officers

that got into trouble last month.

Yeah, brawling in a parking lot
after a basketball game.

Press had a field day with it.

So Tan's getting swept up
into LAPD's damage control.

Brass comes down hard on him,

they mitigate some of
their bad PR for the department.

You said the I.G. is leaning
toward a heavier punishment.

We're meeting again this afternoon

to finalize a recommendation.

Nichelle, you know Tan.

You know this was
a one-off stupid mistake.

You have to convince
the inspector general

to leave the politics out of it.

We know this is a lot to ask,

and that the personal side of
this is probably causing trouble

for you as it is.

It's... not that.

I believe in the recommendation
we're discussing.

I think Tan should be suspended.

Just wanted to give you a heads-up.

Hey.

I can't believe you're supporting this.

The panel talked about Tan all morning.

We went over all the statements,

all the reports, and yes, we did talk

about those Hollenbeck officers,

and maybe that influenced
some of the other auditors...

I don't know... but for me,

this is about what Tan did.

Nichelle, two weeks seems like
nothing, but a suspension...

It'll affect the rest of his career.

It'll make getting promotions
harder to achieve.

- He will stall out.
- I didn't agree lightly,

Hondo, but I do agree.

And I knew this might upset you.

That's part of why I came over
here to talk in person.

Look, Hondo, you're allowed to have

complicated feelings about this.

Tan is your teammate.
You know him better than anyone.

All right, just give me a chance
to figure out

what's going on with my boy.

Right now, I don't understand
his behavior.

I don't know what I'm missing,
but give me a chance.

I'll see if I can buy you some time.

Man, everything Major Crimes collected

is about counterfeiting. Nothing points

to what Nazarian's new
business might be.

Guess I'm gonna lose five bucks.

Alfaro bet me that the unis
searching Nazarian's properties

would get results faster than
you and me with these records.

Just, uh, don't get caught up
in his games.

Oh, it's just his humor. He's fine.

Actually, Alfaro told me I might
be perfect for Rocker's team.

Too bad there's no open slots
on 50-Squad.

He told me there's gonna be.

Their P-II is transferring out.

You see, this is exactly
what I was worried about.

Alfaro might act like he's top dog,

but he does not have
team authority like that.

Hondo and Rocker
would have to go to Hicks,

and that's not happening.

So, you don't think it's a real offer?

What I think is that
he sees me training you,

so he's messing with you
to mess with me.

It's-it's all nonsense.

- Okay.
- What?

- Nothing.
- Oh, go on, spill.

You remember what it was like

to be the problem child on 20-Squad,

every compliment followed by a "but."

Of course.

It was just nice to have
a fellow SWAT officer

say, "You're skilled,"

- end of sentence.
- Right.

Unis finished searching

Nazarian's properties and hangouts.

Not even a whiff of him
or Detective Arkun.

Well, then we've officially
hit a dead end.

Not necessarily. We still have
his guys down in holding.

Uh, they're not talking.

No, but I think this guy might.

Adam Grigoryan.
According to Sergeant Clark's charts,

he's lowest on the totem pole.

So, he's the least trusted.
He's not gonna know anything.

Maybe he doesn't have to.
Just go with me on this.

According to the file,

Nazarian does not have
a driver's license.

This guy takes him everywhere.

So, he may not know what's
going on, but he'll know where.

Already told you, I'm not talking.

Well, that's a shame. You got no priors,

had no weapon on you this morning.

Yeah, the only charge
is counterfeiting, that's a wobbler.

A wobbler?

The D.A. gets to decide
if it's a felony or misdemeanor.

Big difference between doing
some serious hard time

or summary probation.

You're not even really one of them.

All you did was drive Nazarian around.

Okay? You really want to spend
the next decade in prison for that?

We don't even want to know anything

about Nazarian's operation,

or what he does.
You keep that to yourself.

All we want to know is where
you spend your time, Adam.

We've already checked
out Nazarian's properties.

What are we missing?

I just tell you where else we go,

and you'll talk to the D.A. for me?

I got her on speed dial.

Sometimes, we visit
an office building downtown.

And yesterday, we went to a warehouse.

Show us.

Warehouse is up ahead.

All right, Street and Rocker
just finished a walk-through

of the office building
Grigoryan gave up.

No sign of Nazarian or Arkun.

Then let's hope the warehouse
gets us something.

Dispatch to 30-David.

- 30-David.
- 911 operator just received

a medical call from the address
you're headed to.

Male, late-20s, cardiac
and respiratory distress.

911 call?

No, the warehouse can't be
Nazarian's business spot.

He'd let his men die
before calling the authorities

- to his own door.
- It could be a trap,

but if it's real,
we're the closest unit.

All right, take the med kit.

We go in, but we stay on alert.

30-David, responding.

All right, Powell, set up a perimeter.

- Wait for the EMTs.
- Roger that.

Two workers, appear unarmed.

All right, clear out, fellas.

Typical shipping equipment.

But these aren't Nazarian's guys.

All right.

LAPD.

Responding to a 911 call.

He's over here.

- He's having a seizure. Please.
- All right.

Hey, what happened?

One of the crates fell from the shelf.

Jesse went to clean it up,
and he started

coughing like crazy.

Whoa, whoa, that's powder residue.

That could be drug exposure.

Everybody out of here now.

Let's go.

He's got blue lips,
difficulty breathing.

Looks like opiates,

- could be fentanyl.
- Come on.

Need to hit him with Narcan.

All right, administering Narcan now.

Is Jesse gonna be okay?

Narcan blocks opiates
in the system, it should help.

It's not working.

Come on, come on, come on. All right.

Administering second dose.

We got here within minutes,
it should be working.

There's no pulse. He's gone.

All right, everybody, move, move.

EMTs tested, confirmed that
it was an opiate exposure,

but it was not fentanyl.

It's nothing that they've seen before.

Listen, Commander,
whatever it is, it's potent.

We responded quickly.

I-I gave the poor guy two doses
of Narcan to no effect.

So, we're dealing with
a powerful new mystery drug.

Not welcome news.

Any sign of Nazarian or Arkun there?

No, we swept the place. All clear.

Commander, we did talk to the manager.

He said that the-the crate
that the drugs were in

was part of a larger shipment
that got picked up last night.

This one must've got left behind.

All right.

So, this must be the new
business Arkun caught wind of.

Nazarian's branching out
into the L.A. drug scene.

Doing a damn fine job.

He's got crates of a
dangerous unknown opiate,

LAPD officer,

and he's dropped
completely off of our radar.

Damn it.

Talk to me.

Narcotics lab took a look

at the mystery drug they found
at the warehouse.

They ID'd it as isotonitazene,
street name "Iso."

It's a cutting-edge synthetic opiate.

It's even deadlier than fentanyl.

Crack down on one drug, someone
engineers a newer, scarier option.

Got to be what Arkun meant

when he said Nazarian was
into something more dangerous.

But we've been all over
Nazarian for a year.

Never found any trace of drugs

or processing equipment
at any of the known warehouses.

Well, he must have a location
you don't know about.

A place to hide drugs and Arkun.

Okay, but the problem is, we
have no idea where the Iso went

once it left the warehouse

- and no way to track it.
- Actually, we might.

According to Narcotics,
you need something

called phenylacetic acid
to refine the Iso.

Now, it can be purchased legally,

but, because it's
a controlled substance,

the FDA tracks it.

Well, if we can get
the purchase records for L.A.,

maybe we can ID Nazarian's transaction,

see where it was shipped.

I'll make that call.

That's the last of them.

Hey, hold up.

Stepping out for a smoke.

No one leaves,

- especially not you.
- Okay.

Okay.

Can I have my phone back yet?

I'm not done with it.

You're wasting your time.

You're not gonna find anything on there.

We'll see.

Heard you guys are looking
for a missing undercover.

Yeah, but I realized

I hadn't taken a minute
to see how you're doing.

I feel stupid, but I'm fine.

Tan.

It's really hard for me
to imagine you snapping

just 'cause you had a couple of drinks.

I can feel something's up,
so talk to me.

Your ring's gone.

What?

- Your wedding ring.
- Yeah.

Guess I don't know what to do with it.

Bonnie and I are over.

Over? What happened?

She cheated on me.
Found out a couple days ago.

I went to the bar because, well,
not taking it so well.

Tan, why didn't you say
anything? If I had known you...

There's nothing you could've done.

Doesn't matter now. It's not
a secret anymore anyway.

Sorry, boss. I need another coffee.

Hey.

Hicks reached out to the FDA.

Hopefully, there's something
in their purchase records

we can use to find Nazarian's lab.

Great.

- Something else?
- Look, um,

please, just stop messing with Powell.

Uh... I'm not.

Well, I mean, you basically
told her she could switch

to Rocker's team,
which we both know isn't true.

Listen, I'm sorry. Maybe I
shouldn't have said anything.

Look, Powell and I have been
working really hard to get her

trained up to be on 20-Squad.

You're lucky Hicks
didn't hear this little joke.

I mean, he takes team
assignments really seriously.

I know he does because Rocker
told me how big a deal it was

that Hicks approved us
approaching Powell.

- Hicks approved her switching squads?
- Yeah.

I might've jumped the gun
talking to Powell about it,

but I wasn't making it up.

If Hicks signed off on it, that means

Hondo must've approved the trade, too.

I assume so.

Look, between you and me,

look, I heard she had some problems,

but from what I've seen today,
she's doing great.

Yeah, I thought she was, too.

Heard the FDA got back to us.

Yep. Got a list
of phenylacetic acid purchases

over the last few months.

Doesn't look like Nazarian used
any of his shell companies

or his crew members
to make the purchase.

Gorgeous Beauty Supply,

owner is Ellen Ohanyan.
Why is that name familiar?

Because you
read it in Major Crimes' files.

She's Nazarian's daughter.

Estranged, for most of her life,
she reached out to Nazarian

after her mother died
a couple months ago.

Is it possible Ellen's involved
in Nazarian's criminal activities?

LAPD had no reason to
suspect Ellen of anything,

and that beauty supply store is real.

Yeah, but maybe that's why
Nazarian used her.

Ellen could purchase the chemicals

he needed without raising any flags.

Where was it delivered?

Wasn't delivered.

FDA says the phenylacetic acid
was claimed

in person from a depot.

So, we still don't know
where Nazarian took the Iso

or Detective Arkun.

Yeah, but we now know about Ellen.

Pull her property records.

It's possible Nazarian's hiding more
behind her name.

Commander.

- Yeah?
- I spoke to Tan.

He's got something personal going on

that fed into what happened last night.

All right. Well, we should call Nichelle
and explain the circumstance.

Maybe she'll change her mind
and get the I.G. to cut Tan a break.

This isn't about
Nichelle or the inspector general.

It's about Tan. I'm worried.

Last night, he snapped
and got in a bar fight.

- Uh-huh.
- Today, it's like he's completely numb.

Now, what he told me explains
some of it, but I don't know.

Something still ain't right.

Well, he's in a bad place.

Sounds like his marriage is over.

I had no idea they were having trouble.

I guess it was recent.

But what's killing me is
he never said a word about it.

Deacon tells me that some of the
team knew something was going on,

but they didn't feel like it was
their place to share,

and I hate that.

I hate that Tan's
been hurting all alone.

That's my guy.

I should've noticed.

Deacon found something. Let's go.

Sergeant Clark went back over
to Major Crimes.

I wanted to look at my notes,

see if there's anything useful

that didn't make it
into Nazarian's file.

He was able to dig up some of
Ellen's records.

What'd you find?

Well, Nazarian's daughter
has her storefront,

condo, plus her mother's
old storage unit

and a house in the Valley.

So, if Nazarian is using
one of her places to hide,

he's got options to choose from.

Yeah, but there's more.

Major Crimes was right,

the beauty shop is legit, but

I took a
harder look at her other financials.

The-the bank statements, the accounts,

they-they don't add up.

But looking through past investigations,

it's clear Ellen's been hiding
money for Nazarian for years.

She's the missing piece.

So, Nazarian wasn't using her.

Ellen's up to her neck
in the family business.

Yeah, and now, she's helping Nazarian

expand into the drug trade.

Okay, at one point,
Arkun was working Ellen,

softening her with the thought
of turning her into a C.I.

So, if he doesn't suspect her,
and he gets into a tight spot,

he might look to Ellen
as a potential ally.

All the more reason to find him fast.

Let's narrow this down.

Told you so.

If you haven't found anything by now,
you're not going to.

Nazarian asked me
to look into you, so I am.

At the end of the day, he trusts me.

When I tell Nazarian

something is off with you,
it's game over.

I'm loyal.

Yeah, keep practicing that.

It's not gonna save you.

Hey, Ellen, you got a second?

For you? Always.

I'm glad you're here.

Seeing you is basically

the silver lining
to being dragged out here,

- so...
- Listen, um,

your father and I are-are kind of on,

uh, dicey footing right now.

We talked about this. You know
I don't care what my dad thinks.

Hey, don't worry.
Whatever it is, it'll blow over.

Not this time.

Ellen, I'm a cop,

and the net is about to close
on your father,

but I can keep you clear of it,
if you help me.

- You're LAPD?
- Listen to me,

you're not a part of Nazarian's world.

You don't have to
get dragged down with him.

- I don't understand.
- Don't be afraid.

Just tell Peter you need
my help with something.

I can get out of here,

and my boss can get you
into witness protection.

And immunity?

Full immunity.

I will call the D.A. myself to ask.

Okay.

Yeah. Let me go talk to Peter.

Ellen's condo is a loft.
It's not an ideal spot

for Nazarian to refine his Iso.
It's too small.

That still leaves three places
they could've taken Arkun.

The storefront might be too public?

The shop itself, sure,

but there's a whole stockroom
in the back.

Storage unit and the house
are large and private enough.

Hold on, that's my private number.

Give me a second.

Does Nazarian need anything else
to process the Iso?

A furnace, some equipment?

No. It's kitchen chemistry
at this point.

He could do it at any one of
these places.

It's Arkun.

But the call's not coming
from his number.

What did you do?

Ellen,

don't do this.

He wanted me to help him.

He said he's a cop.

I knew it.

He must've tried to use Ellen.

His cover's blown.

All right, but he got
his hands on a phone.

Clark, conference us in.
If the line stays open,

we can trace the call.

Don't move.

So, you're LAPD, huh?

Come on.

- Are you linked up yet?
- Almost.

Can't wait to tell
Nazarian I was right all along.

Get off me. Get off me!

Got the trace.

All right, the cell signal
pinged off that tower,

and that's within range of Ellen's
mother's house in the Valley.

That's got to be where they took him.

- That's Nazarian's hideout.
- Deacon, get over there.

They know he's a cop.
They're gonna kill him.

SWAT will never get there in time.

Oh, we have our ways.

Okay,
we're about a half klick from the L.Z.

Infrared drone showed
six heat signatures.

One of them should be Arkun.

All right, listen up.

Bird got us here quick,
but we lose the element of surprise,

so keep heads on swivels.

ETA to drop site is one mike.

Estimate in 400.

Let's get ready to drop!

Just let me kill him.

We need to know what information
he passed on to the cops first.

You ready to start talking?

He needed my help

to get away. I mean, the police
can't know he's here, right?

Do they know about the drugs?

You are going to tell me.

Chopper!

How did they find us, huh?

You two, load up what you can.

He is coming with me.

- Checking for hazards.
- Prepare the rope!

- Okay, looks clear.
- Roger.

We're good back here.

Rope line's away. Ropes are coming down.

Lines in place.

All right, once we're down,

Street, Alfaro, and Powell,

you get inside that house.

Rocker, you and I'll
hook around the front.

- First team ready?
- Ready.

Ready.

We got your backs. Send them.

Got guys coming for us.

We're on the ground.

Suspects have gone back inside.

Stand by.

- Second team ready?
- Ready.

Ready. Send them.

Third roper ready.

He's out on the left.

Halfway.

Copy.

- Check.
- I'm down!

Helicopter clear.

Go, go, go.

Go, go, go, go!

Rope's clear.

Get two.

Two. Powell!

- LAPD! Drop your weapons!
- Drop your weapons!

Drop your weapon!

Drop it.

One suspect down.

Drop your weapon.

On your knees. Hands behind your back.

Second suspect in custody.

Hands behind your back.

Third suspect in custody.

Outside.

LAPD.

- Let's go. Come on.
- Let him go, Nazarian.

- Let him go.
- No!

Don't move.

Hands behind your head.

Nazarian's getting away in a
black SUV. He's still got Arkun.

Nazarian's heading for the gate.

Rocker!

On your knees now.

30-David, we're on him.

Nazarian's not an experienced driver,

and this is a narrow road.

Hang on.

We need a little more.

Gaining.

Show me your hands.

Out of the car.

- You okay, Detective?
- Yeah.

On your knees. Now. It's over, Nazarian.

- Very glad to see you guys.
- Right back at you.

50-David to Command,
we have Arkun, safe and sound.

30-David. We are Code Four.

LAFD swept the house,

found Nazarian's stockpile of Iso.

Looks like we're gonna be
able to recover all of it.

All right.

And Ellen Ohanyan, she's
offering to testify against her father.

For my money, Ellen blew her chance

when she ratted out Arkun,

but the D.A. can sort that out.

Detective Arkun.

Sergeant Clark's on his way.

I'm glad to see we're gonna be
able to hand you back to him

- in one piece.
- Barely.

Seriously, SWAT's the reason
I'm alive right now.

Hey, you are the one
that put it all on the line.

LAPD's gonna finally
be able to close the book

on Nazarian's full operation
because of your good work.

Congratulations, Detective.

Well, I'm gonna go, uh, get patched up.

Take care.

Well, I got to say,

I expected at least
half a dozen wisecracks

from Rocker about
50-Squad's superiority, but

- he's not so bad.
- Nah, he'll do in a pinch.

Today was about coming together.

Hey, Hondo.

I know it's been a day,
but I got to talk to you.

What's up?

Alfaro said that
you and Rocker got permission

to trade Powell to 50-Squad.

Do you think that-that I've failed
with her?

Okay, hold up, Street. No one said that.

None of this was supposed
to be public knowledge.

I was gonna talk to you this morning.

- But then Tan's thing happened.
- Yeah, yeah, it sure did.

But you still shouldn't have
heard it from someone else.

- That's on me.
- So, I-I don't understand.

Are you trying to get rid of Powell?

No. Look, you've helped
Powell hone her instincts,

curb that attitude.

We haven't had a problem
with her in months.

So, why approve the trade offer?

Powell had a rough start
with us, to say the least,

but I've been watching her lately,

and it just made me wonder
if she might not appreciate

a fresh start with another team.

I don't want to force her out.

I want to give her the option.

She wants to be on 20-Squad.

All right, listen to me.

The hardest part of being
someone else's mentor,

is getting to that moment
when you realize

that you got to step back

and let them decide.

Way back when, I was terrified
to let you pick your own path.

I thought that if I didn't guide
every little decision,

that you would pick wrong.

I mean, I did. I left the team.

Was it wrong?

You came back stronger
and more dialed in.

I stopped hovering,

and look at you now.

I hear you.

I just really don't want her
to trade out.

Her choice to make.

Tan?

I didn't finish filing everything,
but I'll get back to it tomorrow.

What's going on?

Tan, your employment status

has been taken out of SWAT's hands.

The inspector general
made a tougher recommendation

to the brass.

Chief called me five minutes ago
and confirmed it.

You've been suspended.

It's just for two weeks,

but if you want to appeal
the decision...

It's fine. Anything else?

You're gonna need to surrender
your service weapon.

And your badge.

I'll see you soon, Officer.
If you need anything...

No, sir. I'll get my head on straight.

You don't need to worry.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Listen, uh, about Alfaro...

Oh. I should've known
he was blowing smoke.

As it turns out,

he wasn't.

Yeah, I, uh, just talked to Hondo, and

there is going to be
an open slot on 50-Squad,

and it's yours, if you want it.

- Wow. It's real?
- Yeah, it's real.

- Huh.
- Hey,

before you make any decisions...

just know that everyone on 20-Squad

knows that you are
an amazing SWAT officer,

no caveats attached.

Street, you, uh...

you do push me to be better. I get that.

Well, good, 'cause
that's not gonna change,

no matter what, even if you do
switch to Rocker's team.

Of course, that's gonna make
the inter-squad relay

really complicated
considering I'm gonna be

trying to sabotage you and cheer you on,

but whatever.

We'll make it work.

Because you're my friend,

and I support whatever you choose. Cool?

Cool.

I know what I want.

Well, I mean, I-I think
you have a little time.

You don't have to rush it or anything.

No, I don't need time.
I'm staying on 20-Squad.

I came in with some baggage,

and I'm still getting over it, but...

you guys make me feel like
I'm up for the challenge.

No matter how hard you make it.

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- See you tomorrow.

Hey.

Come on in.

Boss, I understand why I'm suspended.

I'm not fighting it.

Maybe it'll be good for me.
I'm gonna take the time,

and think everything over.

I didn't invite you over here,
for a lecture.

We just thought you might like
some dinner and some company.

You not coming in to HQ doesn't mean

we're not here for whatever
you might need.

And if that's just spaghetti
and mindless gossip,

we can do that.

We started a sewing circle
at the community center,

and the drama in the over-70 set

is real.

The end was pretty sudden,

but, um, looking back,

Bonnie and I haven't been good
for a while.

I didn't know how to tell anyone, or

maybe I didn't want to 'cause

if I didn't say anything,

I didn't have to admit that I failed.

- Oh, Tan, honey.
- Hey, hey, listen to me,

you did not fail.

Okay, but, um, I'm not
supposed to be like this.

I'm not the person that you
got to worry about.

My-my dad got sick,

I-I'm the brother who stuck around.

When-when Buck left and Street came,

and everything was chaos,

I'm the person no one
had to check in on.

I-I handle things. I-I have it together.

Okay, I need you
to understand something.

No one expects you to be perfect.

Okay, we take our turns falling apart,

but then we lean on each other

when our own road gets tough, that's it.

I can do that.

Just...

Maybe starting with some
of that spaghetti?

I thought you'd never ask.

You are my team, Tan.

That means you're family.

I don't want you to ever feel alone,

all right?

Come on. Let's get some grub.