Original subtitles

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.

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