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Previously on SWAT...
Mr. Frost. I understand

you're looking for a new firm
for the Beverly Shores Mall.

Actually, I'd like to rethink
the way we do security

across the entire
retail space.

Deac, are you joking?

Frost's company is
planning on buying

11 malls in
Southern California.

He said he wants
to hire your firm.

GAMBLE:
Leon...

HICKS:
Is he saying anything?

Only that he had
nothing to do with it.

I don't run
with that crowd anymore.

GAMBLE:
You lied to me.

All I did was hook him up
with some equipment.

The car was just a payoff
so I'd keep my mouth shut.

I need to place you
under arrest.

Walk away, Dev.

HONDO: You let him walk?
GAMBLE: He's my brother.

I let him go.

How am I supposed
to trust you now?

As long as I'm here,
I can't be a good sister

or a good cop.

I'm going back to Oakland.

* *

20-David. Deacon and I got
two suspects.

In pursuit!

These guys meth cooks
or meth heads?

Damn it, they're fast.

I don't care what they're on.
We're faster.

(grunting)

(groaning)

That warrant made it sound
like we were raiding

some backroom meth lab,

but that was a
full-blown factory.

20-Squad, what's the status
on the rest of the suspects?

TAN: Got a runner
heading west on Baker!

Could use some support.

I got you, Tan.

LAPD! Freeze!

Hands behind your back!

How many more cooks
in the kitchen does that leave?

ALFARO:
At least three.

They're headed through the park.

What the hell did
you do to him?!
ALFARO: Me?

He must have dropped something.

Hey! What else have you idiots

been cooking up
in that lab, huh?

Nothing that
could do that!

(panting)
All that dirt...

Something blew under his feet.

Hey, wait, wait! Stop! Hold up!

I think there's something
in the grass.

Like a bomb
or I don't know what it is.

Deacon.

You see that?

It's a landmine.

Nobody moves until
the bomb squad arrives!

We don't know where
these things are, or how many.

ALFARO:
Hey.

Don't do it. It's not worth it.

They're not gonna follow us.

But he said the mines
could be anywhere.

I'm not going to jail.

No, no. No, no. Hey.

You guys are chemists.

You're supposed to be
smarter than this.

(panting)

Please, man.

Hey, no!
It's not worth it.
Come on.

Don't do it!

Is everybody ready
to listen now?

(helicopter whirring)

Techs found six more mines,

and they've only
swept half the park.

Most of them were buried
just below the surface,

almost impossible
to see.

It had to take time and patience
to hide them all like that.

TAN: It couldn't have
taken that long.

There was a concert here last
night, a few hundred people.

The staff didn't clear out
till 2:00 a.m.

That doesn't add up.
The mines got here somehow.

We need answers.

You know, it's not a great day
to be riding a man down.

We could call Gamble.

I know she's been using
vacation days

while she figures
things out but--

There ain't nothing
to figure out.

Her transfer was
approved this morning.

Gamble's officially
headed back to Oakland.

She leaves tomorrow.

I already gave the commander

a list of candidates
to replace her.

What? Already?

Gamble's been through hell
and back on this squad.

She's family.
HONDO: No.

Her family is her family.

She made that perfectly clear.

* *

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, Deac, you've
got a visitor,

Hi. James Hollister,

from the L.A. Police
Youth Group.

Oh. Uh...

He's here to personally
thank the man

who donated
to his organization.
Yeah.

Well, this is, uh,
this is unexpected.

So was your donation. $50,000?

I mean, wow.

I had to come down
and shake your hand.

Uh, w-would you like
a tour of HQ?

Yeah.
Hadji, please show
Mr. Hollister around.

I'll, uh, I'll catch up
with you in a minute.

You got it.
Thank you. Thanks again.

Right this way, sir.

It's a... good cause.

And you just
happened to have

a spare 50,000
lying around?

You know, I never did ask
how much your signing bonus was

for the Evan Frost
mall contract.

Round-the-clock
security

on 11 luxury malls...

Yeah. All right. Look.

The-the bonus came in,
and it was, uh... sizable.

I knew it!

What'd you splurge on?
A new car?

No.
(gasps) A boat?

Oh, come on.
You got a crypto guy?

Stop. There's no boat.
There's no crypto guy.

I paid off the house,

I set up the kids'
college funds,

and I donated
to a few charities.

Hold on. You didn't buy
one thing for yourself?

No.
Ah, geez, Deac.

That's no fun.

All right. Excuse me.

* *

Commander.
Hey.

I'll make this quick.

I know you've been
spending your off-hours

running that
cross-agency task force

the former deputy chief
set you up with.

Been planning a raid
on a cartel base

just north of the border.
Boss's name is El Toro.

My team's finally
ready to get the bastard.

Yeah, well, about that.
El Toro's been arrested.

I just got off a call with
the head of Border Patrol.

Their officers got him
during a routine traffic stop.

So needless to say,

your task force is over
before it really began.

He's behind bars,
that's what matters.

But I won't lie,
after the year I've had,

it felt good
to be leading again.

I had a feeling.

That's why I want to share
another opportunity with you.

SWAT mayoral liaison?

The brass is looking
for a new point person

between City Hall and SWAT.

I appreciate this, sir,

but I don't think
I'm right for this role.

But please keep me in mind
if any more task forces open up.

Okay, well, suit yourself.

I just got an alert.
Explosion at Griffith Park.

A hiker's being airlifted
after stepping

on what he's calling
an "invisible landmine."

It's not the only one.

A lifeguard truck reported
running over an explosive

on the beach
in Santa Monica.

It's got to be
the same mines.

But they're in totally
different parts of the city.

How the hell did this happen
in one night?

I think I know how.

I pulled this
off a weather cam

near the park
from this morning.

(drones buzzing)

HONDO:
Those are drones.

If this is how they're
dropping the mines...

They could be
planted anywhere.

This was just sent
to the local news.

They're giving us 20 minutes
before they blast it wide.

By now, you will have heard

about the explosions
across your city.

They're only a taste
of what we have done.

Our group has planted
hundreds more.

Your parks, your playgrounds,

your perfect backyards...
Nowhere is safe.

All we demand is
the freedom of a man

being detained on your soil:

Dmitri Rykov.

Release him, and we will reveal
the coordinates of our bombs.

Until then,

watch your step, Los Angeles.

Dmitri Rykov. Why does
that name sound familiar?

He was a Russian
mercenary.

He did Moscow's
dirty work

until he disappeared
a few years back.

These guys think
he's here in L.A.?

Being held by who?
We need to find out.

'Cause until we do,
there's a knife to the throat

of the entire city.

* *

Whole city's in a panic.

People are afraid
to step outside.

What do you got on Dmitri Rykov?

Nothing good. Rykov ran
a private defense company.

Led missions all over the world,

orchestrating coups,
uprisings, assassinations...

Let me guess, in countries where
Russia isn't allowed to operate?

Yeah, I've heard
this story before.

Well, it ends
the way they all do.

Rykov got too popular,

butted heads with the Kremlin
and they sent him into exile.

Well, I guess he got lucky.

Deacon, if Rykov is
here in L.A.,

we got to find out where--
I'll save you some
time, Sergeant.

We have him. Owen Briggs, CIA.

Last month, the
Agency got a tip

Rykov was on a flight
leaving Thailand.

We had it rerouted to L.A.,
arrested him here.

Well, none of that info was
in the interagency database.

Because we didn't want
anyone to know.

Looks like your secret is out.

We suspect the men in that
video are members of Red Sword,

Rykov's private army.

They stayed
behind in Russia

when Rykov left, but clearly,
their loyalty stayed with him.

Well, then we need
to talk to Rykov.

If his men are behind this,

he may have some
valuable intel

we can use to track them down.

That's exactly why my bosses
sent me down here,

to tell you not to worry.

Red Sword is our problem.

Hold on. They've blanketed
Los Angeles with landmines.

That makes them
our problem, too.

So focus your efforts
on finding the mines,

keeping your citizens safe.

Rykov is our best chance
at doing that.

We need to talk to him.
I'm sorry if
my politeness

caused any confusion.
This isn't a discussion.

Leave Red Sword to us.

He came a long way to tell us
not to do something.

Doesn't smell right.

I don't care
what the CIA says.

Red Sword is attacking our city.

As long as they're here,
they are a threat.

You know, Tan's got a contact
in the Russian mob.

Maybe word's been circling.

I'll grab him and start there.

I'm gonna make some calls

and find out
what Agent Briggs is hiding.

*

Look, Ma, I love Kibbee too,

but you can't go outside
right now.

It's not safe, you hear me?

Look, I've got too much
going on right now,

but as soon as I can help
you find Kibbee, I will.

Promise. Love you.

Commander wants
us looking into

where the mines
could've come from.

Flag anything with
ties to Russia.

Was that your mom?

Who's Kibbee?

Her dog, furball from hell.

He got out and now my mom's
dead set on looking for him.

(phone buzzes)
My God, on top
of everything,

I have my sister and Nicole
blowing up my phone,

freaking out at the news.

Too many people
to look after, Powell.

Oh, I know.
Heard from Gamble at all?

Me neither.

Hope she's safe out there today.

(phone buzzes)

Too many people.

Annie and the kids
somewhere safe?

Yeah.

They're all home.

They're safe,
but they're scared.

When this is over,
get something to cheer them up.

Buy out the whole
toy store if you have to.

Oh... You heard
about the bonus, too.

Everyone heard, man.

I also heard that you haven't
spent any of it on yourself.

Why not?

You worked hard for it.
You deserve something nice.

(sighs)
Life comes at you fast.

We see that every day.

What if-- God forbid--
an emergency happens?

And I got nothing left
because I spent it all

on-on Jet Skis
and tropical resorts?

We're SWAT officers, Deac.

Every time we step out
in the field

could be our last shift.

Time's precious, you know?

You got to enjoy
every second you got.

(engine revving)

No hug for an old friend, Yuri?

(Russian accent):
You didn't hear?

The sky's falling.

Then I'll cut to the chase.

You run a poker game

for the biggest players
in the Russian mob.

If anyone can tell us about
Red Sword being in L.A.,

it's you.
Wait a minute.

Red Sword is here?

Mm-hmm.

(sighs)
Those are scary dudes, Tan.

Back in Russia, we tell
ghost stories about them.

Like "kill you with a pinky"
level dangerous.

No one at my table is dumb
enough to do business with them.

Yeah, well, someone's
helping them hide.

One name does come to mind.

Matsnev.

This guy come here last year,
buying up property,

cutting
into people's territory.

He makes no friends,
only enemies.

A guy like that sell his soul
to the devil for a leg up.

We'll look into him.

In the meantime,
watch your back, Yuri.

Yeah. I'm not playing
about Red Sword, Tan.

Whatever you think
they're doing,

they're up to way worse.

(tires squeal)

HICKS:
More good news.

Another mine tripped
at a park in Hollywood.

I'm running out of teams
to send into the field.

How's your squad doing
finding who's behind this?

We're stretched thin
and a man down.

I was wondering
if you got

a chance to look
at that list I sent you.

Possible replacements
for Gamble.

I did. I threw it
straight in the trash.

There was a name missing:
Devin Gamble.

You're the last person
I expected

to give me
pushback about this.

I watched Gamble eat
a whole lot of dirt this year.

I.A. investigation,
hazing from half of HQ...

She went through it
with grace and grit.

And when it really mattered,
she failed.

She made a mistake.

I thought that's why you
picked her in the first place.

Because she sees the city
the way other cops don't.

She couldn't put the job
ahead of her family.

Don't make me out to be
the bad guy here.

This transfer's
her choice.

Even she doesn't trust
her own judgment anymore.

Then it should be the job of her
team leader to set her straight.

(phone buzzing)

My friend in D.C.
just got back to me.

I got to talk
to Agent Briggs now.

BRIGGS:
Sergeant Harrelson?

What the hell are you
doing at our field office?

I know about
the prisoner exchange.

The CIA's handing Rykov
back over to Russia.

Last year,
a group of U.S. aid workers

on a humanitarian mission were
grabbed at the Russian border.

They've been rotting
in a prison cell ever since,

for no reason
beyond political capital.

Once we got Rykov,
we knew we had a fish

big enough to trade
and get them back.

Rykov's still got enemies
back home.

The Russians only want him
so they can lock him up

and throw away the key.

That's why Red Sword's been
going to extreme lengths

to rescue him.
That's exactly why we can't
let them delay the swap.

This exchange is too important.

We're talking about ten
innocent American lives.

When's the exchange happening?

Two days. But we're moving
Rykov to a new black site.

If Red Sword knows
about the swap,

his current location
may be compromised.

Look, I appreciate the ten lives
you're looking to save,

but I've got potentially
thousands at risk.

Give me five minutes with him.

You can ride with me,
question him on the way.

Come on, we're late.

DEACON: Any luck
tracking down these mines?

I ran the serial
numbers off the mines

the bomb squad pulled
from the park.

They tie to an ammo depot that
was robbed in Eastern Europe.

They're an advanced type
of petal mine.

They can be dropped
from on high

and have the ability to burrow
themselves into the ground,

making them
almost invisible.

Red Sword has turned L.A.
into a battlefield.

How do we find them?

We might not be able
to see the mines,

but we can sure as hell see
the drones deploying them.

Starting with the park
downtown, I went through

every bit of footage
I can get my hands on.

Every video I found
with even a glimpse

of the drone
in the background,

I marked on the map.

The last angle shows them

touching down
in Eagle Rock,

but the camera was too far
away to tell which building.

Pull up Matsnev.

It's the guy that Tan's
buddy gave up this morning.

He's an ambitious Russian.

He's got something to gain
by working with Red Sword.

POWELL:
Looks like Matsnev owns

a furniture warehouse
in Eagle Rock.

Could be where
the drones are.

Might even be where
Red Sword is hiding out.

We got no time to lose.

DEACON:
LAPD!

Hands, hands,
let me your see hands!
Hands where we can see them!

Don't move!
Nobody moves!

Hands up!
DEACON: Tan, with me.

LAPD!

(Russian accent):
I am complying, officers.

Pietro Matsnev?
Where are the drones?

Where is Red Sword?

We know the drones
touched down here last night.

We will search every single
crate until we find them.

How many crates
do we have to search

before we find something illegal

to haul you in for?
I get it, I get it.

Red Sword is not here.

They left this morning,
took the drones with them.

Where'd they go?

I got them into the country,
let them sleep in the back.

Didn't ask questions.

Business ended there.

* *

Looks like Red Sword was here.

What the hell?

I recognize those from the ammo
depot robbery in Europe.

Deacon,

in addition to the petal mines,

Red Sword has high-potency
impact charges,

similar to the ones
you'd find in an RPG,

except with a lot more
bang for the buck.

Deac, if they attached

one of those impact charges
to a drone--

They'd basically have
an improvised missile

that could take out
a moving target.

*

HONDO:
Listen, Rykov.

The people of
this city got

nothing to do with you
or your problems back home,

yet they're being
killed and maimed.

Innocent people paying the price

for the desires of the powerful
is nothing new, Sergeant.

I'm sure you know that.

Tell us how
to find Red Sword.

At least instruct them
to give us the location

of the buried landmines.

Agent Briggs can find a way
to issue a statement from you.

Perhaps you can convince
Agent Briggs here to let me go.

Or maybe we just wait
for my people to free me.

(phone buzzes)

Yeah, Deac,
in the middle of something.

DEACON:
Hondo.

The mines were just
a distraction.

Red Sword wanted
the CIA to move Rykov.

They've rigged the drones
as missiles.

(drone buzzing)

Briggs, incoming!

Swerve left!

BRIGGS:
Stay here.

Don't let Rykov
out of your sight.

(grunts)

Is that all they've got?

Not even close.

I liked it better
at the last place.

No natural light here.

Yeah, well,
get used to it.

You're officially
in SWAT's custody

until the prisoner
exchange in 48 hours.

Oh, that means we have
a lot of time to kill.

You wanted to talk?

Let's talk.

Your team stole
advanced weapons,

unleashed them on my city,

and sent three agents
to the hospital.

That has to stop!

Oh, you won't stop them.

My men are the best soldiers
in the world.

I trained them myself.

They'll be relentless
until I'm released.

We both know the only way you're
walking out of here is in cuffs.

And when the dust settles,

it'll be your team
who pays the price.

Your fate is sealed,

but you can still help
save their lives.

I don't care
what happens to them.

They came halfway
around the planet

to break you out of prison.

Well, don't confuse my respect
for them with affection.

Fear leads to loyalty.

That's why my men
continued operating,

even after my exile.

That's why they killed
for me in Cairo,

in Warsaw,
they even went to Valday.

But they're just soldiers.

Nothing more.

I really hope
when you get back to Russia,

they put you in a hole so deep
you never see the sun again.

My men will never
allow that to happen.

Besides,
even if I am sent back,

don't be so sure
you know my fate.

*

Hey. That the drone left behind
from the furniture warehouse?

ALFARO:
Trying to pull data off of it,

retrace its flight path
from last night.

Hey, my mom called,
by the way.

She got Kibbee back.

Sheriff's Search
and Rescue brought him home

about an hour ago.
What a relief.

You know, this has your
fingerprints all over it.

I know you used
to ride with them.

Okay.

I called a friend
patrolling the area,

asked him to keep an eye out
for a fluffy terror.

I saw how much you were
worrying about your mom.

I wanted to help.
It was just a phone call.

No, it's a lot more than that.

Look, we all have
our people to worry about,

but you went out of your way
to help mine.

I always got you, Miko.

Besides, I don't have
people like you do.

Yeah, there's Thomas and Jace,
but they got their own families

looking out for them.

I'm not the emergency contact
in anyone's phone.

Spoke to the commander.

Patrol checked
the entire area

where the CIA
caravan was hit.

They can't find where
the drones were launched.

And their van
came up clean, too.

Hondo said it'd been armored,
so I'm looking for customizing

or welding shops that
might do that kind of work.

Well, maybe an extra
set of eyes will help.

Hicks mentioned
that you turned down

the SWAT liaison position
to the mayor.

Got to say,
I'm a little surprised.

Do you really see that for me?
Suit and tie?

Paperwork
and press conferences?

Shaking hands and,
I don't know, kissing babies?

Well, you'd be the liaison
to the mayor, Tan,

not the actual mayor.

You know what I mean.
My strength is in the field.

If I'm gonna take
another leadership role,

I want it to be one
that I'll crush.

So you're looking
for an easy layup.

What? No.

I just want to make
a difference here.

What's wrong with leaning
into my skill set?

You can't be afraid
to make another mistake, Tan.

You really think that
Hondo and I could've predicted

half the stuff
that has been thrown at us

over the past eight years?

We leaned into the roles
that we were given.

By the way, as liaison,

you'd be working with the people
who run this city.

You want to make a difference?
That's where you need to be.

Red Sword made another video.

This one sent straight to us.

LAPD. You've betrayed your
city by spilling our blood.

This must be punished.

In a moment, we will launch

half our drone arsenal at L.A.'s
four largest hospitals.

Refuse to hand over Rykov and
we will deploy the other half.

You have seen
what we are capable of.

Pulling up the city's
four largest hospitals now.

HICKS:
There's got to be 20,000

staff and patients
between them all.

There's no way
to evacuate in time.

Red Sword thought they'd have
Rykov back by now.

So they haven't had
time to make a plan.

This is an improvised move.

No way they've scouted
four launch sites.

TAN: So they'll
probably pilot the drones

from one
central location.
Exactly.

If they wanted to hit
all four hospitals at once,

they'd do it
from right there.

That's where I want 20-Squad.

Look for any vehicle matching
the one that attacked Hondo.

I'll route all other
SWAT teams to the hospitals.

They see anything in the sky,
they're shooting it down.

And, Deac?

There's God knows how many mines
still out there.

Keep your head on a swivel.

(Briggs scoffs)

Cocky son of a bitch,
isn't he?

Is there any reason
for him to think

he's returning
home a free man?

Not a chance.

When he was exiled, his friends
in power all turned on him.

Made it clear
if he ever came back,

he'd be facing
a firing squad.

That was a long time ago.

Maybe he's got
something to offer now.

He's been
off the grid too long.

I can't imagine what intel
he'd have of value.

He said something earlier.

Does "Valday" mean
anything to you?

I mean,
it's a town in Russia.

Out of the city,

great place for a third home
if you're an oligarch.

Only reason I know the name is
because of the fire.

Fire?

A few years ago, Sergei Ilyan,
the Minister of Defense,

his place in Valday burned down.

Ilyan wasn't there at the time,
but his sons were.

They were both killed.

Did Rykov say
Red Sword was there?

After he was exiled, yeah.

Could they have
started the fire?
Well, if they did,

that piece of knowledge
would give Rykov

huge currency
with the Kremlin.

And Ilyan wouldn't stop
with targeting Red Sword.

He'd target their families,
their friends.

He'd wipe their
whole existence off the map.

(sighs)

That's just what we need,
even more motivation

for Red Sword
to break this monster out.

That's one way
to look at it.

That drone... If you hadn't
swerved out of the way,

me and you might not
be here right now.

Neither would Rykov.

I think Rykov's got this
all wrong.

Gamble. What are
you doing here?

Just here to pick up my things.

I was hoping I'd miss you guys,
but it looks like

you're the only people left
in HQ, so it's just my luck.

We've been calling you.
You never answered.

I'm sorry, Miko. I couldn't.

I didn't want any of you guys
to try and change my mind.

'Cause you know we would.

Whatever's going on,
we can help.

DEACON:
Come on.

We've got to roll out.

Safe travels, Gamble.

Hey. You don't have to go.

I think I do.

Be safe, guys.

(grunts)

I'm giving you one last chance.

Help me find Red Sword
and end this.

I already told you no.

Nothing's changed.

You see, that's
where you're wrong.

You think you're playing
both sides.

Maybe your team
wins your release.

Or maybe you just
go back to Russia

and you sell them out
for what they did in Valday.

Either way, you're
in the clear, right?

Well, I got news for you.

Your team knows
what kind of man you are.

They don't respect you,
they hate you.

They're not trying
to save you, Rykov.

They're trying to kill you.

Well, then everyone
in this building...

is in danger.

40-SQUAD LEADER:
40-David.

We've reached target one.
No signs of any drones.

60-SQUAD LEADER:
60-David. Same at our hospital.

Nothing but blue skies
and quiet.

Something's not right.

Red Sword should have begun
their attack by now.

(tires screech)

(indistinct shouting)

(drones buzzing)

(rapid gunfire)

DEACON:
30-David! I repeat:

SWAT HQ is under attack.

We are taking heavy fire.

Does anyone copy?

I'm not hearing jack, Deac.

Drones must have knocked out
the comms relay.

Backup's still got to be here
any minute though, right?

I wouldn't count on it.

But there're still
innocent people inside.

We got to get in there.

The skylights on the roof--
maybe we can access it that way.

All right, you take Miko.

We'll try to make a dent
from the front.

Move, move.

(gunfire continuing)

(groans, coughs)

We got to move.

Rykov, we got to move.

Get up. Get up!

Hey. If your
team gets to us

before I get my
hands on a weapon,

we're both sitting ducks.

Let 'em find me.

I'll kill every single one
of those traitors.

As much as I'd love to see you
get gunned down by your own men,

we got ten innocent Americans

counting on you getting back
to Moscow alive.

Take these off.
You need my help.

I'm useless
without my hands.

I don't need
a damn thing from you.

Get over here.
Don't move!

All right.
Stay close.

It's clear. Come on.

Yeah. Let's go.

(grunts)

*

Go.

Look out!

(grunting)

Picked a hell of a day
to clear out my locker, huh?

We need more firepower
if we're gonna stay alive.

We got to get to the armory.

No-go. They've got
the armory locked down.

The entrance, too.

All right, the locker room.

It's got spare vests,
extra ammo, my personal.

That's something.

Something's better than nothing.

Gamble.

Thanks for the save.

Come on.

(clattering in distance)

ALFARO:
Commander!

POWELL: Sir.
Powell, Alfaro.

Thank God.

POWELL:
Red Sword attacked
the building, sir,

blocked the entrance.

We dropped in through
one of the skylights.

Any chance we can
get out that way?

Nah. We fast-roped down,
Mission: Impossible style.

It's a one-way trip.

All right, we should stay here,
fortify the range.

It's got steel locks, it would
be safe to hole up here.

ALFARO:
Deacon and Tan are trying

to make a push
through the main entry.

Have you seen Hondo?

He was with Rykov
before the attack.

We got to find him
before Red Sword.

All right, we'll
come back for you.

That's not happening, son.

This is my ship.
And if it's going down,

you can bet your ass
I'm gonna be on it.

Give me your sidearm.

Lock the door.
Don't let anyone in but me.

All right. Let's go.

I'll lead the way.

HONDO:
Get off your high horse, Rykov.

He's no worse than you.
Yeah, he is.

He's dead.

(clattering in distance)

Gamble, hold him.

Oh!

POWELL:
Hondo.

Gamble.

We found you.

Red Sword is here hunting Rykov,
not helping him.

All right, let's get him
to the shooting range

and wait out the storm.
Commander,

Red Sword's fighting for their
families' lives, not their own.

They won't stop this assault
until he's dead.

There has to be another way
out of the building.

Maybe.
But we've been chasing

these bastards all day and
now we know where they are.

I don't know about y'all,
but when somebody shows up

to my house uninvited,
I don't slip out the back.

I throw 'em out the front door.
That's the only way

to end this.
We got to take

the fight to them.

Red Sword thinks they have
the best team in the world?

They got no idea who we are.

Down to my last mag, Deac.

Yeah, me too.

As long as they stay
behind that van,

we can't make a move.

I have an idea,

but I got to get
to the main gate.

That's a hell of a sprint.

I don't know
if I got enough to cover you.

Then I better run real fast.

Come on.

Powell, Gamble, Eagle's Nest.

Get low.

Two, two, two.

(shouts in Russian)

(gunfire continuing)

Hondo!
(groans)

(gunfire continues)

Go!

(gunfire in distance)

Hey, Rykov.

I know you think
you can disappear

and make this all go away,
but you can't.

Got nowhere to run, man.

(grunting)

Tan, move!

(speaking Russian)

They're falling back.

I got 'em.

Alfaro!

(grunting)

Gamble, cover.

Copy.

Hey, Miko.

GAMBLE: Where's he hit?
I can't tell.

I got to get closer.

I can't make a damn move
over here.

Miko.

(panting)

Hey, hang in there.

We're gonna get you out
of this, okay?

(grunting)

(engine revving)

(shouting)

(gunfire)

Miko. Miko.

Miko, breathe.

Miguel, please.

(grunting)

(grunts, groans)

20-Squad,

are you all good
down there?

Hey. Miko, come on.

(sniffling)

Miko, please.

That's "Sweet Baby Miko" to you.

(gasps)
(chuckles softly)

(strained):
Must have caught my vest.

(groaning)

Damn thing hurts, though.

We're good, Hondo.

I think I'm still in
shock. Never imagined

this could happen here.

It's gonna be tough to recover.

Nah, it's just
a building.

It's the people inside
who matter.

Fresh coat of paint--

we'll be back in business
in no time.

You'll see.
Yeah, the one upside

to Red Sword throwing
all their drones at us

is we didn't have to go far
to collect 'em.

Tech salvaged the hard drives
and located the rest

of the petal mines.

They already started
their cleanup.

And Rykov?

CIA pushed up his return
to Russia.

In 24 hours, the American
hostages will finally be free.

I texted your mom,
your sister and Nicole.

Told 'em the hospital
you're headed to.

They're all on their way over.

Don't worry--

I told your mom
to bring Kibbee, too.

Oh, my God.

Please shoot me again.

Hey.

For real, though--

thank you for taking
care of me, Zoe.

You saved my life.
Please.

Medic said it was
probably just a busted rib.

You'll be back to work
in a week.

I don't just mean in there.

Zoe, every day, you take care
of everyone on this team.

You're the one person
we all rely on the most.

And to prove that...

Hmm?

I'm your emergency contact?

You're the only person
I want anyone calling

if I'm ever in trouble.

(chuckles softly)

(sighs)

Devin.

(sighs)
I know this is a week late.

Don't go back to Oakland.

I don't want to do this
right now.

Well, that's too bad,

because, technically,
I'm still your boss.

So you don't have a choice
but to listen to me.

Which really isn't fair, either,

because lately I haven't been
acting like a boss,

not like a leader.

It took guts for you to fess up

to what happened
between you and your brother.

Instead of helping you,

I turned my back.

Get out of here with all that.

I let my brother go.

No one made me.

I failed, Hondo.

I did exactly what
everyone said I would do.

This job asks a lot
from all of us,

every day.

But what it asked
of you just isn't fair.

You shouldn't have had
to choose between this job

and your own blood.

And I shouldn't have
put that on you.

Not the way I did.

This team couldn't have made it
through the year without you.

You are the missing piece.

We can't lose you.

L.A. is your home, Devin.

It's where you belong.

The mayor was this close
to throwing hands.

It was the craziest budget
meeting I've ever seen, man.

Well, I'm glad that you like
your new post, Tan,

because it's literally
putting me to sleep.

Just tell me when the city's
gonna free up the money

to fix the gym.

Essentials first, Miko.

Well, my body is essential.

What, you want an extra workout?

I'm sure there's still
plenty of debris

that needs to be hauled out
of this place.

You can say that again.
Hey.

I was about to come looking
for you all.

Deacon wants to see the whole
team in the Eagle's Nest.

Hold up. Uh, where's--
GAMBLE: Hey.

Sorry. I'm here.

I'm here.

Nightmare breakfast with my mom.

Leon still hasn't come home yet,

and, of course, she blames me,

and my other brother
won't even talk to me.

They'll come around soon.

I promise.
TAN: Yeah.

Families don't give up
on each other.

Not when it really matters.

Let's go.

So what's the news, Deac?

Look,

I've been taking a lot of grief

for not spending the mall
contract bonus on myself.

I want you to know
I really tried

to think of the wildest thing
I could buy myself.

But I couldn't think
of anything.

I'm a simple man.

I love my family.

And I love this team.

That's when it hit me.

If I'm gonna spend money
on something

that makes me truly happy...

(chuckles)
why not spend it on all of you?

Recently, a wise man

reminded me that SWAT officers

are always running
on borrowed time.

I hope this
will always be a reminder

that every minute
spent together on this team...

...is the greatest gift of all.

"20-Squad. Stay liquid."

I don't know
what to say, Deac.

This team wouldn't be what it is
without you by my side.

That goes for all of you.

When I think about

what we've
been through together...

(soft chuckle)

(phones beeping)

DEACON:
Robbery in progress.
Fourth and Flower.

Officers under fire.

What are we waiting for?

Gear up.

Let's go save this city.