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Previously on SWAT...

Molly. Perfect timing.

Can't a loving daughter

just surprise her father for a visit?

There he is. Andre.

- What's up, cuzzo? - Sorry I'm late.

Pop, you spent five grand

on a bunch of bargain bin supplements?

- Hey, Uncle D, check out... - Andre.

So I own 2,000 containers of worthless protein powder?

- Yeah. - I need some structure and discipline.

And I know the military will provide that.

Then I'm gonna call that recruiter back, and tell him the truth.

You think my mom is to blame for you abusing her?

This is the last time

I'm gonna tell you to stay away from us.

Mom, open up, it's me.

Ma.

What is that?

- What happened? - It's nothing.

It's fine. What are you doing here?

What do you mean, it's nothing?

Did Angie call you?

That woman can't keep her nose out of anyone's business.

She's just being a good neighbor,

and thank God she called.

Hey. Tell me who did this.

Only if you promise not to do anything crazy.

Collins?

Was it him?

I warned that scumbag.

When I get my hands on that piece of crap...

Stop. Miguel.

He pushed the door, it accidentally hit me in the face.

Oh, okay.

He didn't mean it.

It was just an accident, right?

After all these years,

you still haven't thought of a better excuse?

I'm not making excuses.

It...

And I'm not the one who made him mad, you did.

What are you talking about?

He said you got him fired from his job.

Said you made a call to his boss.

Told him about his record.

Oh, well, I'd love to take credit,

but unfortunately, I can't.

I-I calmed him down.

He left. He even said sorry.

"Sorry" doesn't make this okay, Mom.

It didn't back then, and it sure as hell doesn't now.

The only difference this time

is I can do something about it.

Wait, wait. Miguel.

What are you gonna do?

What I wish I could've done back when I was a kid.

I'm telling you.

I don't think Andre's gone AWOL.

I think something happened to him.

I mean, how else do you explain

that phone call I got the other night?

Pop, a butt-dial from an unknown number.

How does that add up to Andre being in trouble?

I'm telling you, it was Andre.

He said "Uncle D" right before the phone line went dead.

He was probably calling you collect

trying to get you to wire him some money, man.

Running away is Andre's answer to everything.

He came to L.A. because he had a loan shark chasing him.

He joined the Marines to get out from under a pyramid scheme.

Yeah, well, that's on you

'cause you're the one that convinced him to enlist.

Andre had me believing he was serious about the Marines.

Even had me to sign his recommendation.

And now he's gone AWOL

'cause that kid couldn't stick to anything,

even if you glued him in place.

Well, I wouldn't blame him if he did up and leave.

When I spoke to him two days ago,

he said they had him marching 40 miles

with a 50-pound pack on his back,

like he was some kind of mule.

I don't know if you can believe a damn word

that comes out of Andre's mouth.

He better pray the military police find him before I do.

'Cause I don't like being made into a fool.

Rocker.

I thought you lived on the west side.

Commander. Uh, yeah, I do.

I just... I love the muffins here, you know?

They go all out on the blueberries.

You working for Yelp now?

Uh...

I'll have a black coffee, if that's doable.

Little splash of milk, and none of that nut nonsense.

You already order, babe?

Hi. Uh, yeah.

- Molly. - Dad.

Are you two...?

Seeing each other.

Yeah.

Does your wife know?

No.

So, you're the other woman?

Dad!

- Actually, uh... - Don't bother.

We're leaving.

Two cortados for "Rocker."

Don't forget your coffees.

I'll call you. I'll see you at work.

Captain, appreciate you taking the time to meet with us.

Let me ask you a question.

How you know for sure that my nephew's gone AWOL?

I mean, suppose something happened to him.

A body was found this morning at 0800 hours.

Is it Andre?

- He's dead? - No.

It's not Private Harrelson.

Oh, thank the Lord.

So why you telling us?

What's this have to do with Andre?

The victim was Private Randall.

He was in the same unit as your cousin.

The coroner still has to complete the autopsy,

but he's confirmed it is a homicide.

How was he killed?

Blow to the head.

The body was dumped behind the mess hall.

Do you have any suspects so far?

We're investigating.

Private Harrelson is a person of interest.

Y-You think Andre killed him?

Now wait a minute. What are you talking about?

Andre didn't kill nobody.

Multiple people witnessed a fight

between Privates Randall and Harrelson yesterday.

They were paired in hand-to-hand combat.

Things got out of control, and they had to be pulled apart.

So what? That ain't got nothing to do

with my nephew killing this Randall person.

Hondo, will you set this dude straight?

Okay, hold on, Pop.

Captain Peters, with respect,

do you have any more evidence than that?

Private Harrelson was later seen

accosting Private Randall at a bar in town.

That's the last sighting anyone had of Private Randall.

Now he's dead and Andre has gone AWOL.

Doesn't take much to do the math.

I can do the math just fine.

You're the one that seems to be having the trouble.

I mean, you're taking one plus one

- and coming up with nonsense. - Okay, Pop.

Let me handle this.

I'm LAPD SWAT. I could help.

Since Private Randall's body was found on base,

this will be a matter for military police.

However...

...if you hear from Andre,

or have any idea where he may be hiding,

I will expect you to inform me.

Sergeant Wilson, please escort these two gentlemen off base.

Pops, if you had just let me done the talking...

What's the point? This guy, Peters,

has already made up his mind that Andre is guilty.

What are we gonna do about it?

Well, Captain Peters ain't interested in investigating.

But I sure as hell am.

Hey.

Congrats on making sergeant.

I topped out at corporal.

I had to join the LAPD to get my sergeant stripes.

- So, you were a Marine? - Mm-hmm.

What unit?

1st Battalion. 9th.

You seen action?

Did a tour in Somalia. You?

No, not yet.

- But I can't wait. - Oorah.

You sound just like my cousin.

Do you know him?

Private Harrelson.

Yeah, yeah, I seen him around.

You think there's any chance

that we could get a look at his barracks?

Yeah. This way.

That's his rack.

Been cleaned out.

Could've been Andre.

Hey. You really think that Andre killed this kid?

Witnesses saw Andre and Randall fighting.

I've seen it all too many times, Pops.

One drunk punch can be all it takes.

Randall could've fallen.

Hit his head.

Andre panicked and...

And what?

Hey.

My brother gave this to Andre when he turned 18.

Ain't no way in the world

Andre would've taken everything, and left this behind.

Now, look, I ain't no detective,

but it looks to me like

that someone wants us to think

that Andre went AWOL.

The only reason for that

is somebody wants to frame Andre for Randall's murder.

Which means the real killer's still out there,

and Andre is in trouble.

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Tan the man. Thanks for covering today.

- Stevens is down with the flu. - Yeah, no problem.

Olivia and I are planning a vacation to the Maldives,

so I figured some overtime wouldn't hurt.

Maldives, huh?

I was gonna take Molly to Joshua Tree for the weekend.

Maybe I need to up my game.

A word.

Catch you later, bro.

Is this about Molly?

You're quick, I'll give you that.

I want to assure you that...

my feelings towards Molly are honorable.

Honorable, says the married man.

Actually, separated.

Whatever. How did you two even meet?

Uh, at a spin class.

We started out just friends, but then...

I don't need details.

Are you interested at all in hearing my side of things?

This look like a court of law?

This is SWAT HQ.

Here, what I say goes.

You're not allowed to date my daughter.

That's ridiculous.

A-Are you calling me ridiculous?

No, sir.

But you should know that I care about Molly very much.

Well, however much you say you care for her,

it's not a fraction of the amount I do.

Which is why I'm ordering you to stop seeing her.

All due respect, sir,

you can't order me to do that.

Fine. I can't make you.

But I can certainly make you think twice.

I was about to look at the schedule.

I need to decide which squad's working the night shift

for the next few months, hmm?

Thanks for coming, Deac. I know it's your day off.

- Hey, Mr. Harrelson. - Hey.

No worries. Sounded like you could use the help.

Yeah, 'cause I'm just chopped liver.

Pop, chill out.

It's a murder investigation. Police work.

And I gave you a task.

Yeah, sitting in the car in the hot sun.

We need eyes on that base.

If the military police find Andre and bring him back,

- we need to know. - Fine.

You know, you catch more flies with honey.

Yeah, tell him that.

We can't afford to have him antagonizing witnesses.

Antagonizing witnesses,

or antagonizing you?

He's blaming me for Andre enlisting.

- He's just worried about him. - So am I.

What if he's right, Deac?

Maybe I shouldn't have encouraged Andre.

I mean, if something did happen...

Hey, whatever the outcome, this is not on you, Hondo.

Miko.

What you doing here? Isn't today your day off?

Yeah.

I thought the whole squad was off.

I'm covering a shift on 50-Squad.

What're you looking up?

An address for Collins.

I went to his apartment earlier, but he moved.

I need to find this scumbag.

Wait, isn't Collins the guy who dated your mom?

Why do you need to find him?

He went to my mom's house earlier.

Left her with a black eye.

- Is she okay? - No.

She's not.

And neither will Collins be

when I get my hands on him.

Hey, come on. Be smart.

Let unis bring him in.

You might not get the satisfaction

of putting the cuffs on him,

but you'll still get to see him behind bars.

Got a situation in North Hollywood.

Got to roll. Do it by the book, Miko.

Okay.

Let me see?

Oh, yeah.

I-I remember him 'cause he ordered

three rounds of pickle chips.

Said he hadn't eaten anything so good in weeks.

He and his buddy

left around, like, 9:00, I'd say, after the game.

You happen to remember his buddy's name?

Yeah. It was Randall.

I remember 'cause Monsters, Inc.

used to be my son's favorite movie.

So, Andre and Randall, they seemed friendly?

Yeah, they were getting on good.

Your boy Andre bought all the drinks.

They played some Foosball.

Sounds like they put whatever beef they had behind them.

They didn't have a run-in with anyone else in the bar?

Not that I saw.

But, I mean, all the recruits were celebrating

'cause they made it through the Crucible.

- Order up, Cherilyn. - Oh. Just a second.

So it's likely that Andre and Randall left here,

made their way back to base.

Let's just retrace their steps.

Hold up.

She mentioned the Crucible.

Deacon, that's a 54-hour endurance test

they put the recruits through.

No sleep, limited rations.

And they march 'em for miles.

- Sounds like hell. - Oh, it is. Trust.

But the ones that make it through,

tradition is they get a tattoo.

There's a tattoo parlor just down the road.

Let's go.

Took a photo for the gallery.

That's Andre.

That's more proof he didn't go AWOL.

You don't get an eagle tattoo if you're planning on splitting.

What happened to your door?

Lot of junkies around here.

One broke in last night.

Guess they can't read too well.

They didn't steal your equipment.

Wrong kind of needle, I suppose.

Only thing they helped themselves to

was the first aid kit.

Figured they cut themselves while breaking in.

You should've seen the blood.

Excuse me. I got to take this.

Feel free to look around.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

This wasn't no junkie.

- Let's play this out. - Okay.

So, one theory is that Andre and Randall stumbled into trouble

on their way back to the base.

Randall gets killed. Andre manages to escape.

And maybe Andre comes back here to hide,

or because he's hurt and he knows there's a first aid kit.

Yeah, but why not go to the bar?

Place is open till 2:00 a.m.

I don't know.

Deacon.

MPs are headed to the bar.

They're on the same trail as us.

I bet this is their next stop.

All right, if it was Andre who broke in here,

we have to assume he's hurt.

Where's he go next?

Hey. More blood.

Maybe that RV park is where he went next.

Let's go check it out.

- I'll take the other side. - All right.

Andre?

Andre, it's Hondo.

Hey.

Stop. Stop, it's me.

- Hondo? - Drop it.

But how? How'd you find me?

Good ol' boots on the ground police work.

What the hell is going on with you?

They shot me in the leg, Hondo.

And they killed Randall.

Sit down. Sit down.

Let me see your leg.

Who did this, Andre?

Who are you talking about?

Captain Peters.

He's the head of the military police.

I met him. Why would he kill somebody?

Randall and me were cutting through the church parking lot

on our way back to base last night.

But we heard voices, so we snuck closer.

But Captain Peters was talking to two guys.

He was arranging to sell them a load of weapons.

Military ones.

Peters is selling stolen weapons?

Yeah. They spotted us, we ran.

And they shot me in the leg.

I managed to hide, but they caught Randall.

Peters pistol-whipped him, three, four times.

He was trying to get him to give up my name.

It's my fault that he's dead.

No, no, no, no. He would've killed Randall anyway.

Can't afford to have any witnesses.

Hondo?

Deacon. I got Andre.

He's in bad shape, man. He's been shot in the leg.

Military police are here.

I'm not turning him over to them.

He won't be safe in their hands.

You know that for sure?

Captain Peters killed Randall

in a church parking lot. Andre witnessed it.

If he gets his hands on Andre, he's gonna want to silence him.

Let's get you out of here. Get up.

Put your arm around me.

All right.

You made it through Crucible Week.

This ain't nothing. Come on.

Let's move.

We can make a run for it.

I don't think I can.

You got to find evidence, Hondo.

Clear my name.

I heard them say that the arms deal was going down later today.

- Where? - I don't know.

I just know Peters is supposed to bring the weapons,

and they're supposed to bring the money.

Did you get a look at the buyers?

One of them was driving a truck.

A blue Ram.

And the other one had a scar across his neck.

Military haircut, real jarhead.

That ain't a lot to go on, Dre.

Yeah, well, you're gonna have to do some

good ol' boots on the ground police work, then.

Hondo...

Military police.

Take it easy. We're LAPD.

Hey, Andre here has been shot.

We got to get him medical attention.

He'll get it at the hospital on base.

We'll take it from here.

Private Harrelson, you're under arrest.

Listen to me.

Riggs, that's my cousin right there.

Anything happens to him, I know who to look for.

Andre, take care of yourself.

Best case is Andre gets charged with murder.

Worst case is Captain Peters decides

he doesn't want any witnesses still alive.

And Andre has "an accident."

We could go to the base commander.

Tell him what we know.

It ain't easy stealing weapons

out of a military installation, Deac.

I doubt Peters is working alone.

Until we know who else might be involved,

we keep this under wraps.

Our best shot at clearing Andre and keeping him safe

is tying Peters into that arms deal.

And he said it's going down today.

We got to find out where, and catch Peters in the act.

Hey. Tell me you got something.

We did. Andre.

Is he okay? Let me talk to him.

Can't. Military police took him into custody.

What? Why you let them do that?

Pop, they're gonna be taking him back to the base,

but Andre's in trouble.

Captain Peters, the head of the military police,

he's the one who killed Randall.

I knew that son of a bitch was shady.

I need you to find a way to get on that base.

They're gonna be taking him to the hospital there

to treat his injuries.

Injuries? What happened to him?

- He was shot. - What?

He's gonna be fine,

but you can't leave Peters alone with Andre, okay?

And keep your eyes open for a guy with a scar on his neck.

All right, and what are you gonna be doing

while I'm playing Shaft?

Finding evidence to clear Andre.

Are you sure you can handle this?

Hondo, stop trying to put

the horse out to pasture when he ain't lame.

I told you, I got this.

There's a church just up ahead.

It's the only one between the tattoo parlor and the base.

It's got to be where Andre and Randall

witnessed Peters arranging the deal.

And where Randall was killed.

Let's just hope that the church has security cameras

that recorded the whole thing going down.

ID.

I must've left my VA card at home.

I was just going to the PX.

Uh, I'm all out of cigarettes.

My doctor tells me I need to quit,

but are you gonna deny a man his only pleasures in life?

I can't let you on to the base without an ID, sir.

You know that.

Now, look, son,

my pension barely covers

the gas that it took to get me here.

Now you want me to go all the way back home,

come all the way back?

And I really got to pee.

You were a Marine?

Daniel Harrelson. First 9th.

All right. Come on through.

No miracles. No cameras.

Hold up.

I've installed cameras like this

for a couple of my clients.

The camera is hidden inside the light.

Makes for better security.

Holding up all right?

You just lay still.

How's the patient in room two?

He's being seen to now.

Once Private Harrelson

is patched up, he's to be handed over

- to military police. - Understood.

Ow! Damn it!

Aah!

That machine's busted. Coffee comes out hot as lava.

Tell me something.

Did you know about Rocker and Molly?

So everyone knows, except me.

I just found out today. Rocker's been keeping it quiet.

For what it's worth, he said he and Molly

got together after he split from his wife.

Oh. So Molly's not the other woman.

She's a rebound. Even better.

I-I don't think it's like that.

Look, Rocker was pretty broken up after his wife left.

I've never seen him so down.

But it all changed a couple months ago.

He got his mojo back,

he started seeing someone.

He just wouldn't tell us who.

I thought I knew my daughter, but

this one...

- has thrown me for a loop. - Guess she got a thing for cops.

But of all the cops in the world, she had to pick Rocker?

If you don't mind me saying, Commander,

you weren't happy when Molly was dating Street, either.

I was right about them. They didn't work out.

And I'll be right about this relationship, too.

Maybe.

But going through a marriage breakup changes you.

It's made me better at relationships.

Maybe you should give Rocker a chance.

Who knows?

He could be your son-in-law one day.

Watch it.

Get to work. Go on.

Get out of here.

Priest had these cameras installed

because people were illegally dumping.

He's sending over the footage from last night now.

All right, here it is.

There's nothing here that catches what went down,

or Randall's murder.

Wait. Hold up.

There's the blue truck leaving the parking lot.

That's got to belong to the buyer.

Get Tan to run the plate.

I'll be done in a couple minutes.

Then you can take him.

Are you okay?

Do you need any help?

I-I'm just looking for physical therapy.

Oh. That's on the third floor.

- Mm-hmm. - Okay. Thanks very much.

- Attention, all personnel. - That's a fire alarm.

I'm gonna go check it out.

A fire alarm has been activated in the facility...

No!

Uncle D? Man, what you doing here?

I'm looking out for you.

Now, listen, we got to buy Hondo and Deac some time.

Now...

Look, tell the docs that you are allergic to these sutures, okay?

That way, they'll have to redo 'em.

- What? - Trust me, it'll work, it'll work.

False alarm, I guess.

What do we got?

I ran the plate that Deacon sent over.

The owner of the truck is this guy... Dale Radcliffe.

He's an ex-ATF agent out of Bakersfield.

I went ahead and got a warrant

to run the cell and credit cards. Doing it as we speak.

I'm gonna put a call into Kaminski at the ATF,

try to get the low-down

on why Radcliffe is no longer with the Bureau.

- What are you doing back? - Collins was arrested.

- Isn't that what you wanted? - No, he was arrested

by unis before I got a chance.

Why would you put out a BOLO?

Hey, I know it was you.

Well, why didn't you?

This guy terrorized my mom and me.

Look, I can still hear the sounds of his fists,

and her crying.

I'd try to step in and stop him.

I was just too little.

I hated that man. I still hate him.

And I thought I could forgive him, but when I saw him,

no, I knew he hadn't changed.

But I have.

- I'm not so little anymore. - I'm sorry about what happened.

And I get it.

Someone laid hands on my mom, I'd want to kill him, too.

I wasn't gonna kill him.

Oh, were you gonna arrest him, though?

I threw a punch once in a bar, and it almost ended my career.

Collins has taken enough from you.

Don't let him take the job that you love, too.

You'd be letting him win.

God. Yeah.

No, you're right.

So you good?

- You're not gonna do anything stupid? - Oh.

No. I'm good.

I'm gonna go check on my mom.

The staples will need to be removed in a week.

Otherwise, he's all yours.

I looked you up, Daniel Harrelson.

And unless all those cigarettes

aged you about 30 years, you lied about being a vet,

which means you are trespassing on a military base.

Let's go.

Listen to me, man. Hey.

What?

Hey, Andre!

Now, wait! Where are you taking him?

- Stop! - Come on, man.

No. No, no, no!

No, listen to me. Don't let that man take him!

Don't let that man... Andre!

According to Tan, the owner of the blue truck,

Dale Radcliffe, just swiped his card in here five minutes ago.

There he is.

Two o'clock, corner booth.

I'm-a try and get a photo of camo guy,

see if Tan can ID him.

Ah. You back for some pickle chips?

Oh, you guessed it.

I thought so. I'll be back.

Are you deaf? I'm trying to tell you, my nephew's in danger.

Yeah... of doing life without parole for murder.

No, listen to me. I'm trying to tell you that

Andre didn't kill nobody.

He's being set up by your guy, Captain Peters.

Are you sure cigarettes is all you've been smoking?

- Come on, old man. - You know what?

I got it wrong.

You ain't deaf. You're just stupid.

Keep up the chitty chat,

and you're gonna end up in the brig with your nephew.

Hey, you know what? I can't believe they would give somebody

as dumb as a rock an AK-matic.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey!

- What? What?! - Don't say I didn't warn you, old man.

That's it. You are under arrest.

Hands behind your back.

I'm gonna put some money in the jukebox,

see if I can overhear anything.

Commander.

Any intel?

Tan's running the photo you sent through facial rec.

And in the meantime, I found out

that Dale Radcliffe was investigated by the ATF's IA

for improperly disposing of confiscated weapons.

By improperly disposing, you mean

he was magically disappearing them

into the hands of the highest bidder?

You got it. And get this.

Turns out, Radcliffe was in the Marines

prior to joining the ATF.

He and Peters were in the same unit about 20 years back.

Why would Peters agree to supply the weapons?

A quick money grab'd be my guess.

His last tax return showed a substantial loss

due to bad crypto investments.

That Hondo?

I got an ID on the man in the camo cap.

His name is Ryan O'Keefe.

I'm sending you his rap sheet now.

He's a militia leader

on the FBI's domestic terror watch list.

He's made threats to the governor,

and there's been online chatter

about his group targeting state legislators.

Likely he's planning an attack.

I'm gonna call Agent Vasquez, let the FBI know.

They're gonna want to join this party.

All right, good. We could use the backup, sir.

What's the deal with this factory?

You sure there'll be no prying eyes?

Yeah. This place has been shut

since the '70s when the army phased out the M2.

It's Peters. He's dealt with the issue.

He's on his way. Let's go.

- They're on the move. - Yeah.

Think I know where they're headed.

An abandoned factory near here.

Hey!

Hey, where are they taking Andre?

He's being transferred to NCIS custody.

Captain Peters ordered it.

Hey, listen to me. That means that Andre is in danger.

You got to call somebody.

Call NCIS. Check.

It's ironic that there's an arms deal going down

in an abandoned ammunition factory.

This place used to make ammo for the old M2.

That's Peters.

Those are XM7s.

They're the next gen infantry rifle.

XM250 machine guns, too.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Yeah, Vortex combat optics.

It's like a mini-computer.

Calculates range, ballistics, environment.

You could take someone out

from a half a mile away with that thing.

It's damn sure the last thing you want

falling into the hands of terrorists.

Well, the deal's going down.

Either we engage them now, or we risk losing 'em.

Deacon, it's three against two, and they got a whole armory.

There's a way to level up.

Come on.

Radcliffe?

Where'd you go?

Down! Move! Move!

We're LAPD. Give it up!

Deacon, cover me! I'm gonna try and flank 'em.

Backup's on the way. Give up while you still can!

Hondo, your six.

You good?

Yeah.

- Yeah, Pop. - Hondo, Andre is gone.

The guy with the scar took him.

You got any idea where he's taken him?

Yeah. Now check this out.

Remember the AirTag that you gave to me for Christmas,

so that I wouldn't lose my car keys?

I slipped that to Andre while he was at the hospital.

Deac, they're two miles ahead.

And it looks like they stopped. Step on it.

How you planning on getting away with this?

That's the easy part.

You needed the bathroom,

you tried to escape, went for my gun...

...you got shot in the head.

This'll do.

Turn around and face me.

Hey. Hey, look, man.

Y-You don't have to do this. Please.

I said turn around and face me.

Looks like you're out of time.

I heard from Deacon and Hondo.

Andre's safe, and they stopped the deal from going down.

FBI only arrived in time for the postmortem.

Pretty wild. Hondo and Deacon stopped a battery of guns

from falling into the hands of domestic terrorists.

And no one will ever know about it except for us.

And the FBI. But don't you worry.

I fully intend on cashing in those chips

- when we next need 'em. - They figure out

how far up the chain it went beyond Peters?

NCIS are still investigating,

but it seems like we got everyone who was involved.

Hello?

What do you mean? Who posted his bail?

All right, thanks.

Damn it.

What are you doing here?

I figured I'd come by and fix that leaky tap.

- Sorry it took me so long. - You did not come by

to fix the leaky tap. You came by

to lecture me on my love life,

- and I'm not interested. - I swear,

no lectures.

Please, can I come in?

Okay.

Wow. You get a cleaner?

No.

Let's see what we're looking at here.

I don't see any leak.

Because Rocker fixed it already.

- Oh? - And the wonky shelf in the bedroom.

Pretty handy with a vacuum, too, it seems.

I'm sorry about earlier.

I... I was surprised.

Rocker's not exactly who I pictured you dating.

And who did you picture me dating, Dad?

Because I don't think

any man alive could live up to your expectations.

That's also why

I never tell you who I'm dating anymore.

I-I just think that you deserve someone

who's gonna treat you the way you deserve to be treated, and

I've known Rocker a long time, and...

How do I put this?

He's annoying.

He rubs people the wrong way.

And he's a bad tipper.

He... he was out of change.

Okay, sure.

Look, the Rocker I know is

sweet and generous and kind.

He buys me flowers, he cooks for me.

And he makes me laugh.

And unlike the men on these dating apps,

he's actually interested in a relationship.

So, this is serious, then? You and him?

I don't know.

It's early days, but maybe.

I like him.

Well, if you're telling me he treats you well, and

you're happy,

that's good enough for me.

Thanks, Dad.

I do have a picture that needs hanging.

Oh, I'll get my hammer.

Hey, babe. I'm back.

Sorry it took so long, but

I went to two stores, and I finally

found your favorite.

- You shouldn't have. - Mmm.

Commander.

You really know a way

- to a girl's heart. - Yeah.

Let me take that.

I guess I'll leave you to your dinner.

Well, do you want to stay and join us?

Yeah. There's enough for three.

No, I'm good, thanks.

I'll come by tomorrow and hang that picture, though.

Please, Dad.

Stay.

Well, I mean, only if you're sure.

Of course. Come here.

Sit.

- Smashburger with cheese. - Thanks.

Oh, wait.

It's yours. Nah, you eat it.

I'm not that hungry.

All right.

Thank you.

Mmm.

- Right? - That's delicious.

Ah, figured you'd be looking for me.

That's why you posted my bail, right?

I've dreamt of this day since I was a child.

So you want revenge?

Well, come on, then.

You got that same look as you did back then...

...hiding behind your mommy's skirt...

...too afraid to actually do anything.

I was just a kid.

But you're wrong if you think I'm still scared of you.

Why are you laughing?

'Cause I'm still in your head.

And I always will be.

You can put me in the hospital, or in the ground,

or back in jail, but it'll never be enough.

We got that in common, you and I.

Bottomless pit of anger inside of us.

So come on.

Get on with it.

Come on!

Boo!

Nah, man, you ain't worth it.

And let's get one thing straight.

We got nothing in common.

You're just a pathetic drunk.

- I'm sober. I told you. - Yeah.

But judging by the yellow eyes, your liver...

oh, it's on its way out.

Soon, you'll be dead.

And no one will mourn you, least of all me.

Oh.

You come anywhere near my mom,

and I'll make sure you take your last breath in prison.

Watch out!

What are you doing here?

- How'd you find me? - Tracked your Charger.

Came to stop you

from doing whatever you were thinking of doing.

Glad I didn't have to.

You were right.

That click felt so much better than any punch ever could have.

I checked in with Corporal Cobbs.

You got lucky, Pop.

He's not gonna report you

for impersonating a vet, or trespassing.

I don't care. I ain't sorry about either.

That was a good move with the AirTag.

I'll give you that.

Yeah. Well, some say that

I'm an old dog with a smartass mouth,

but I still got a trick or two.

And listen, I do want to say that I'm sorry

for blaming you for Andre's enlisting.

I mean, he made his own choices.

Although, I still don't think

you should have signed that recommendation form.

Here we go.

- Uncle D. - Hey!

He's all yours.

Andre.

So they say you're good. Can we take you home?

Oh, I'm not going home, Uncle D.

Wait a minute. What you talking about?

After all this, you're not gonna stay here?

I'm finishing up boot camp.

The doctor says I'll be up and dancing in no time.

And I came this far.

I ain't quitting now.

Yeah, but wait a minute. What about the food?

You said that they was serving the chicken medium rare.

They do serve that chicken medium rare,

but I'm still all in.

Hey, look.

Semper fi.

- Oorah. - Yeah, well, I guess

being a hero runs in the Harrelson family.

As well as being damn good looking.

Hey, you ain't never lie.

He's still smooth, man.

- All day, every day. - Shoot!