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- Previously on SWAT... - He's your brother?

Twin, actually.

I checked Leon's record when you joined the team.

Grand theft? Forgery?

Six months for assault?

Which is why I keep my distance.

It's hard to leave the cop at the door.

So, I stay away.

My father, he had a heart attack.

You need to do the surgery. I said no, Devin.

Are you really okay with him letting himself die?

What do you care?

Excuse me?

I thought I could be on SWAT in spite of him.

And the longer I'm here, the more I just want

things to be good with both of my families--

20-Squad and my own.

A week ago, you suffered a very traumatic event.

And I was in the right place at the right time to help you.

I'd really love to take you to dinner.

I appreciate that, but I'm married.

I hope I didn't give you the wrong impression.

Can't blame a girl for trying.

I have no romantic feelings for you whatsoever.

Then why are you here?

You stay away from my family.

Hello, you've reached Andrea.

You know what to do!

Good news.

Don't have to work a double after all.

Tell Janie I'll be at her recital.

All right. Love you.

See you soon.

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

Please. Help.

Please. Please.

Please. Help.

What? He's coming.

Who? I don't see anyone.

Here, just get in my truck.

You're safe, okay? I'll get help.

Okay.

Whoa, whoa. Hey.

T-Take it easy, guys.

I wouldn't move, cowboy.

All right, just don't hurt her.

He's not gonna hurt me, sweetie.

What the hell is this?

Better if you don't talk.

Sit him on the curb.

Cops are coming. We got to move, now.

What about the car?

We need more time to get it started.

Hide the body, get out of here.

Keep working on that thing!

I'm gonna take you for a spin.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Sammy, you got to be more careful.

Okay.

Ten more days, the doctor said this is off for good.

Go ahead.

Just not on the monkey bars.

Pismo Beach? Lucky girl.

My brother's gonna teach me to surf.

Is your whole family going?

My brothers, my sister, my mom.

What about your dad? No, he's on call.

Victoria!

Off the swing. Let's go, we're leaving.

Did you know your dad and I are friends?

Have you lost your mind?

She's beautiful, David.

She has your eyes.

I told you to stay away from my family.

We both know you didn't mean it like that.

Okay, you need to relax.

I'm not trying to replace anyone.

I just want to be their friend.

We belong together, David.

Okay, you don't see it yet, but you will.

You have completely lost touch with reality.

Come on. Let's go.

We're leaving.

Come on.

Sammy! Time to go.

Don't be like this.

I'm not gonna warn you again.

You stay away or I will have you arrested.

Dad, we just got here. I know, I know.

But I got to go anyway.

Samuel. Now.

Come on. Move, move.

What did I say about talking to strangers?

She said she knew you.

Bye, Victoria.

Truck's transponder was disabled

as it pulled onto the highway at Sunland, southbound ramp.

We'll catch up in no time.

All right. Thanks.

What's the word from HQ?

Truck driver took a photo of the suspect,

sent it to a contact at the police.

Facial rec ID'd him just now.

Wait, what?

That's Torque Vaughn. Can't be.

Why not?

Because he died in a raid ten years ago.

Me and Hondo were there.

He was a carjacker, a street racer.

He and his crew terrorized the South Bay for years.

They'd pick a city,

boost as many cars as they could,

and then vanish.

We cornered him back in 2015.

Surrounded a warehouse.

He tried to escape, but he drove right into a tanker.

The explosion killed him and most of his crew.

Maybe not.

Son of a bitch...

A month before the raid,

after a carjacking, he killed a pedestrian.

A young girl.

He was doing 90 in a 25.

She was 13 years old.

She was crossing the street on the way to a piano lesson.

Hondo had to break the news to her family.

I got him!

Step on it, Tan.

Here we go!

Now, Tan. Roger!

All right, listen up.

If Torque's in that truck, I promise you,

he's armed and ready to kill.

Cover!

Tan, get up in that turret.

Cover our approach. Go.

Shooter's on top of the carrier. I got a visual.

He's moving to the back!

Advance.

Gamble, Powell, move in.

Gamble, Powell, get up there, go.

Cover!

Deacon, on me!

Cover me. I'm going around.

Suspect ran dry.

He's heading to the car.

Moving.

This isn't over.

No. Not by a long shot.

Unis found the truck driver's body behind a dumpster.

Left behind a wife and a little girl.

What do you got there?

Torque Vaughn's case file.

Think I figured out how he faked his own death.

When the coroner discovered the body in 2015,

the corpse was burnt beyond recognition.

I was there. I remember.

Three members of his crew died, too.

What about the rest of them?

A few of them were picked up months later.

No sign of Torque's half- brother Ben, though, right?

I think he's the one who actually died in the explosion.

Neither one had dental records

and the coroner only got a partial DNA hit.

He must've misidentified the brother.

Okay, you get confirmation, then hit the phones.

CIs, anyone tied to the auto theft game.

There's no way Torque's back without calling in favors.

Consider it done.

Rico Castro. L.A. native.

Allegedly the city's number one supplier of fentanyl.

Why allegedly?

Feds were still building their case

when he skipped town last month.

They think he's in El Salvador now.

What's he got to do with all of this?

The Lamborghini that Torque stole belonged to him.

That carrier truck was moving Rico Castro's cars?

Just one of them, the Lambo.

Hauling it off to an impound lot.

When Castro fled,

he abandoned a $20 million Bel Air estate,

his art gallery, his flamingo farm...

Don't ask.

But his cars were his most prized possessions of all.

Looks like he had one hell of a collection.

The DEA confiscated 22 cars from his estate.

Processed them at their warehouse.

From there, they shipped 'em off to impound lots,

forfeiture yards...

Some may have already been sold off.

They could be anywhere in the city.

Well, Torque ain't stopping for one Lamborghini.

Yeah, no, I don't think so, either.

Castro is an eccentric SOB.

Thinks of himself as a modern-day Escobar.

Lot of buyers would kill to have a vehicle he once owned.

All right, keep hunting them down.

Anyone near one of those cars is at risk.

Black Maserati was just stolen from a car storage facility.

Prestige Vault in Encino.

Perps killed the manager and high-tailed it.

Witness said they match our suspects.

The Maserati was once owned by Rico Castro?

DEA just confirmed it.

All right, I'll grab Powell and head to Encino,

see if Torque left anything behind.

You can at least act like you're glad to see me.

Yeah, I could, but what's the point?

Only reason you pull up in that thing

is 'cause you need something.

Ever heard of a dude named Torque?

Yeah, I know the name.

Street racer, used to jack cars back in the day.

What else do you know about him?

Wait, why are you asking me about him?

Thought the cops took him out a long time ago.

Wasn't the cops. Wasn't anybody.

He's not dead.

Wait, what?

He's back in L.A.

We're trying to figure out why.

Good luck with that.

What's that supposed to mean?

They used to call him the Ghost.

Hacked into a dealership's security,

took six Audis in one night.

Nobody even knew how he got 'em out of the city.

It's like he had a hidden tunnel.

How you know all that?

Talk of the block back then.

Everybody knew.

So, you haven't heard anything about Torque being back?

The only person I've heard say that name in the last ten years

is you, right now.

Okay. Thank you.

Yeah.

The mess with Dad in the hospital,

I know I came at you sideways.

A lot of what you said, just...

...know I know why you said it.

Are you trying to say I was right?

Hell no.

I'm just saying...

...maybe I wasn't, either.

Yeah, it's all good.

Yo, me and some of the guys around here

are grilling out for the Dodgers game,

if you want to pull up.

Thanks. Maybe next time.

You and Hondo have any luck in Encino?

No physical evidence at the crime scene,

but Hondo pulled their back alley's security cam.

We think we found Torque's drop-off vehicle.

You see anyone get in or out?

No. Just caught it circling around back

about 30 seconds after Torque's crew stormed the place.

Yeah, it's too distorted to make out the driver.

I can clean it up, run it through facial rec.

Zoom in on the plate, would you?

Dealer plates.

Thought so, but nothing came back from the DMV.

They're dummy numbers.

Yeah, but see that "CC"?

Get in touch with the Clark County Sheriff's Department.

See if they have any recent reports

of dealer plates being lifted.

Think Torque was in Nevada?

Maybe.

I mean, he had to've been hiding out somewhere

for the past ten years.

I'll be back.

There's something I got to deal with.

You good?

I've been better.

The girl Torque killed ten years ago...

How am I supposed to tell her parents

that their daughter's killer has been alive all this time?

Did you make the call yet?

I'm about to.

Torque dying in that explosion

was the only thing that gave 'em any kind of closure.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, that's a tough one.

I talked to my brother, Leon.

He heard some rumor years ago

about Torque moving stolen Audis from a dealership,

but never getting pinned for it.

You think he knows more than he's letting on?

I don't know.

We used to be so close.

Twins, people say it's a thing.

We could look at each other

and know exactly what was going on in the other's head.

But... somewhere along the way,

it just faded.

Is that about you or the badge?

There a difference?

I don't think you should make that call, boss.

Don't put the parents through that.

Let's take this bastard down first,

and then give them the good news.

All right. Okay. Thank you.

What was that about?

Last month, I rescued this woman named Heather.

She formed this attraction to me.

Since then, she has staged a fake break-in

to get me to come rescue her again.

She brought flowers to my house.

I had to tell her

to stay away from me and my family.

Was that an attorney?

Yeah, yeah. Annie's known her for a while.

I filed a restraining order.

She's just advising me on my next steps.

What did Annie have to say?

Well, she was obviously freaked out.

I mean, I-I downplayed it.

I didn't want her to worry. She's already planning

on taking the kids out of town for the weekend.

Do you know if this woman's done this before?

Might help with the restraining order

if you establish a pattern of behavior. I mean...

I doubt you're her first victim.

I tracked four of Castro's cars

to an auction house in Culver City.

Three of them are still there.

What about the fourth? 2025 red Porsche Turbo.

Auctioned two days ago to a banker

who was just found dead in his beach house.

Neighbor heard gunshots, saw the Porsche peel off.

BOLO's out. Who's that?

Chantel Rivers, 26.

She's the one who dropped Torque and his crew

at the vault in Encino.

What do we know about her? She runs a shell company

suspected of creating fake car registrations.

Based in Vegas.

Clark County Sheriff said they've been trying

to bust her for years.

She's been spotted with a boyfriend,

they've never ID'd him.

Torque's been hiding out in Vegas? Yeah.

Check this out.

Here she is with the owner of all these cars,

Rico Castro himself.

Caption says, "Love meeting new friends."

So she gets close to a kingpin with an armada of badass cars,

but her car thief boyfriend can't move in on the cars

with Castro in the picture.

Which is why I think Torque and Chantel are the reason

Castro fled the country in the first place.

These images ignited the feds' investigation.

It's Castro bribing a dock foreman to turn a blind eye

so his drug shipment makes it through the port.

The photos were sent anonymously to a DEA agent.

You think Torque and Chantel managed to take them?

Yeah. I think they were the tipsters.

I mean, think about it.

Two days later, Castro was gone.

After the DEA processed the cars,

his entire fleet, sitting there for the taking.

Red Porsche Turbo seen pulling into a warehouse

at Sixth and Camden near downtown.

Hayes Exotic Motors.

A custom shop. Owned by Ralph Hayes.

theft, fraud,

illegal possession of a firearm.

I bet Torque's crew is holed up there.

Let's move.

Deac, take Powell and Gamble around the front.

Tan, we hit from this side.

We'll meet you in the middle.

- Keep your angles tight. - Lot of places to hide in here.

Castro's Porsche.

Why ditch a car worth six figures? Crazy.

Those headlights?

On my six.

Car's running. Stay away from the headlights.

We don't know if anybody's in that thing.

Moving.

Someone's in the driver's seat.

LAPD! Get out of the car now!

Put your hands on your head!

Deac, we have a suspect in a running car back here.

Roger that. On our way.

Tan, go.

He's gone.

20-David, we got a deceased male,

GSW to the head.

Looks like the owner of the shop.

Be right there.

Powell. Gamble, with me.

LAPD!

24-David, eyes on a suspect.

Game over.

On your knees.

Show me your hands.

Leon...

Gamble's brother? Are you kidding?

Just as surprised as you to find him there, sir.

How long's he been in interrogation?

He just got there. We're icing him.

Is he saying anything?

Only that he had nothing to do with it.

He was friends with the deceased,

but this is all a misunderstanding.

Hondo. Commander. Let me go in.

Let me question him. Is she kidding?

Gamble, we talked about this-- I know it's inappropriate,

but the answers we need, I can get out of him.

It's not just inappropriate.

It's unethical.

Sir, please, listen to me.

Zero chance, kid. Zip it.

Leon Thorton, I'm Commander Robert Hicks.

This is one of my team leaders,

Sergeant Harrelson.

Yeah, we met.

Yeah. Yeah, why don't you tell me what you told them?

You got the wrong guy.

Ralph... Mr. Hayes,

I found him like that.

How'd you know Mr. Hayes?

Anybody that grew up wrenching cars in South L.A. knew Ralph.

He would pull us out of shop class

and pay us to work in his garage.

I did it for a couple summers.

Why were you there today?

My sister said that Torque was alive and back in town.

I knew that Ralph had beef with him back in the day.

Thought the old man might be in some sort of trouble,

especially if Torque was on a rampage.

Guess I was right.

Straight up, I could never hurt someone.

All right? It's not in me to kill.

You're sure about that?

We know who your father is.

Man, go ask my sister. She'll have my back.

She knows I'm not capable of that.

I spoke to her not ten seconds before I walked in the room.

She said no such thing.

Did you see anyone else on the premises?

- No. - Why'd you run, then?

'Cause I didn't want this to happen.

Why the hell do you think?

According to Hayes's invoices,

he did some aftermarket work on a few of Castro's cars.

Paint jobs, hidden compartments, bullet-proofing...

So Hayes was tricking out cars for a drug lord.

You know how the security cams were down

in the garage when he was killed?

Yeah, whoever killed him disabled them.

They didn't realize he was working on a car

with a dash cam when he was ambushed.

Forensics just sent over the recording.

I got a buyer on the way.

Which car is it?!

I don't know nothing about no $60 million car.

I swear.

I know about the hidden server.

Castro told my girl all about it.

Now, you remember installing a damn supercomputer

in one of his rides, yeah?

Which one?!

Leon was telling the truth.

He had nothing to do with the murder.

We got to let Hicks know. I just did.

A $60 million car. How is that even possible?

The supercomputer.

Castro's paranoid about being wiretapped.

He's rumored to only take calls from his cars.

If Hayes installed a hidden computer

in an air-gapped car,

it could have Castro's smuggling routes,

stash house locations,

dealers' contact info.

Easily worth tens of millions to one of his rivals.

The DEA inspected every car before they were released.

You think Castro owned a car

that didn't make the DEA's inventory?

If he did, we better find it before Torque does.

Or he'll have the key to Castro's entire empire.

We got to keep digging.

Hey. Your boss is a jackass, you know.

Which one? Both of 'em.

What did they mean you didn't have my back?

Can you give us some space?

Yeah.

Leon-- I already told y'all the truth.

D-Do you think I can murder somebody?

Nah.

But maybe you got mixed up with the wrong crowd,

made a mistake.

I'm fully legit.

Which you know if you would care to ask me.

Everything we been through with Dad,

you really think I'd want to put my family through that?

I never said that.

I wanted to help you.

We're blood. I know you.

Nah, Dev.

You don't.

And I don't know you, either.

If you could just call me back as soon as you can,

that'd be great. Thank you.

You were right.

That stalker woman, Heather. She's done this before.

A professor at Southern Coastal University

filed a restraining order against her three years ago.

What happened? I don't know.

The guy moved to London.

Just hoping he calls me back.

After Castro fled the country,

when the DEA showed up at his estate,

Gail Tomkins was there waiting for them.

His defense attorney.

Their report says

Tomkins drove off in a McLaren.

But she doesn't have a McLaren registered to her name.

So she left in one of Castro's cars.

That's what I'm thinking.

Right out from under the DEA's nose.

We think there's a stealth computer on board

with the layout of Castro's entire fentanyl operation.

That's why Torque was after it.

Where's Castro's defense attorney now? Don't know.

She's not answering her phone, home or office.

Tell Hondo, split the team.

We got to get to her before Torque does.

How much longer?

Few more minutes. Almost there.

Well, I don't know what they expect.

I've been in arbitration all day.

Yeah. I'll review the contract once I'm out of here.

I'll be ready to settle by--

My God. Who are you?

What do you want?

Drop the phone.

I'll have to call you back.

There's a man with a gun, call 911!

Cops!

What do we do now?

That's Torque!

24-David, eyes on the McLaren in the law office garage!

He's headed for the lower levels.

LAPD! Get out of the vehicle!

There's nowhere to go!

Step away from the car.

Turn around.

Clear.

Where's Torque? Where's your boyfriend?

Car's worth more than most people's homes

and Torque was willing to leave it behind.

He already accessed the server.

Must've downloaded the blueprints

to Castro's whole operation.

If Torque pulls this deal off,

he'll disappear for good.

We won't get this close again.

You provided cover for your boyfriend

while he escaped.

And you stood by

while he nearly put a woman in a coma.

Like I told your friends, I have nothing to say.

That fentanyl ring you're facilitating?

You know how many people OD'd on it last year?

Nearly 2,000 in L.A. alone.

A mother.

Kids as young as 12.

People choose what to put in their bodies.

Not if pills are laced with this crap.

That's not my problem.

You know I've known Torque longer than you have, right?

Over ten years, Chantel.

He ever mention Monique?

That was his girl at the time.

Only she claimed they were engaged

when we brought her in for questioning.

All right. What's your point?

The first time I met Torque

was when we brought Monique in for vehicular manslaughter.

But it was very clear to everyone

in the room it was Torque who was behind the wheel.

But Monique took the fall.

What happened to her?

Four years at Chowchilla.

Then she moved back to Boston. No family.

No future.

She was arrested last year for prostitution.

Chantel, he used her up and spit her out.

I'm betting it was his idea

for you to drive the McLaren, wasn't it?

Look.

We got Torque on camera saying he's got a buyer

lined up and on the way.

Just tell us who.

I don't know who.

He doesn't tell me stuff like that.

I only know what I overhear.

Then what did you overhear?

Torque's gonna get a $10-million cut.

He knows the guy is good for it.

They used to burn rubber as kids or something.

They're meeting at some track Torque used to race.

Any record of Torque spending time at the speedways

back in the day?

Not that I can find.

He was boosting cars before he had a learner's permit.

If it had an engine, he was either racing it or robbing it.

Find anyone he used to race with?

A lot of 'em are dead.

And the only one who even comes close to having the cash

to take control of Castro's empire

is incarcerated in Texas.

J.J. Ricken.

Synthetic drug mogul

doing time for racketeering.

Deac's on the phone with his prison

to see if he's been making calls to L.A.

How's Ricken friends with Torque?

I'm not sure. But they were both arrested in their 20s

after a drag race.

They made bail the next day and were back at it.

So, Ricken was released on bail earlier this month.

Improper jury selection.

He still in Texas? No idea.

But the warden said one of his guards

heard him mention something about moving back home.

Well, if he's looking to restart his drug ring in L.A.,

he's got the money to do it.

Torque said that the buyer is on his way.

Which means the deal could be going down now.

If they're meeting at some track that Torque used to race...

These are all the locations of Torque's arrests

over the years.

Remember the Audis he stole from the dealership,

cops never tied him to it? What about them?

Leon said it was like Torque had a secret tunnel.

Dealership's right here.

KMR Auto on Seventh Street along the L.A. River.

There's a frontage road that runs along the river

next to the train tracks.

That's the track.

Let's go.

Been a minute,

Ricken.

You look like hell.

Prison'll do that.

Better have my cut.

What the hell?

You set me up!

LAPD!

Guns down!

Last warning!

Hondo! Two o'clock!

Cover!

Deacon, your move!

Lay cover fire!

Tan, move up! Roger!

Powell, where's Torque?!

Behind the Maserati!

I don't see him!

He's gonna make a run for it!

Son of a bitch! We got you, Hondo. Go, go!

20-David. Collision just south.

Suspect's on foot, headed for Mission Road.

Let's go!

Drop your weapon!

Moving!

Drop it!

Hands in the air!

Hondo, we're Code 4 back here.

Hondo?

Wait. Wait, wait, what are you doing?

Don't make a sound. Stop. Stop! No!

No, no, no! No! Don't do this!

No! No! No, no, no! Don't do this!

Hey! Wait! My baby!

Honey! Honey!

20-David.

Suspect's down.

Repeat, he's down.

All right, let me know.

You think Torque will come back from the dead again?

No. This one's gonna stick.

What I can't figure out is we recovered Castro's Maserati,

his Porsche, his McLaren.

The hell'd they do with the Lamborghini

they stole off the carrier truck?

BOLO's still out. It'll turn up.

Yeah. Yeah, you're probably right.

Hey.

Thanks for the advice earlier.

I'm glad I held off

on reaching out to the parents of that little girl.

Torque getting another decade on this planet

when their daughter didn't, that ain't gonna be

an easy pill to swallow, but...

at least they'll know justice was done.

When you get a chance,

apologize to your brother for me.

Hicks and I went after him pretty hard earlier.

I saw.

Probably wasn't fun to watch.

I should've believed him.

I know my brother could never hurt anyone like that.

I've spent

so much time trying to separate my job and my family,

sometimes I wonder if I've forgotten

what I know to be true.

Or who I really am.

It's tough, splitting yourself in two.

You lose a piece of both.

How'd you and Leon leave things? Bad.

And now he won't answer my calls.

I don't know if he's ever gonna speak to me again.

Show up on his doorstep.

He'll turn me away.

Let him.

He'll see that it matters to you.

You really think so?

I do.

I really do.

Thank you for being so open about all this with me.

I know these probably aren't memories you care to revisit.

Yeah. You, too. Bye.

So that was Heather's other stalking target.

The guy in London.

The professor? Yeah. He helped her out

with some situation that she had with a student athlete

a few years ago.

And she got obsessed.

Phone calls, texts.

She showed up at his son's baseball game,

so he got a restraining order.

Well, doesn't sound like it ended things.

No, it didn't.

She broke into his house,

posed in his shirt, took photos...

...sent the wife the pictures.

The wife was away at the time.

She didn't know what to believe. The marriage ended.

Does Heather know your family's out of town for the weekend?

Yes.

Don't know why you're here, Dev.

I said what I had to say.

I want to say I'm sorry.

For doubting you.

I want things to get back to how they used to be between us.

You gonna quit being a cop?

Yeah, didn't think so.

Look, things haven't been like that for a long time.

I didn't make it easy.

But I want it to change.

I'll put in the work,

if you let me.

Maybe I want it to change, too.

Well, maybe this damn game is starting in ten minutes.

Can I get a beer?

You can get it yourself.

Some things never change.

You know where you're at.

I wanted to surprise you.

Put your hands in the air.

Backup is on the way.

They'll be here any minute.

Is that really necessary?

I met your wife.

I could tell she didn't exactly know what to make of me.

Had you told her about me?

Hands in the air.

What are you doing in my house?

I think you know what I'm doing here.

You...

want this just as much as I do.

You need help, Heather.

LAPD! Sergeant Kay?

Yeah! Up here!

Code 4.

I don't need... this kind of help.

You were supposed to save me.

I'll tell your wife.

I'll-I'll tell her everything.

How you looked at me, how you--

You can say whatever you want.

Everyone can see who you really are.

- What's up? - Hey, what's up?

What are you gonna do?

You lied to me.

Ralph Hayes. Did you kill him?

Hell no.

Nothing like that.

I just apologized for doubting you

and you let me!

I did lie to you, okay?

I knew Torque way back when.

He hit me up last week.

Said he had a job in L.A.

Asked me if I wanted to crew up. I said no.

And he gave you a quarter-million-dollar car?

That makes sense. Look, all I did

was hook him up with some equipment--

signal jammers, some fob cloners-- that's all.

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

I need to place you under arrest.

Walk away, Dev.

All right? No one has to know.

You can't rat out your own brother.

You are coming with me to HQ.

You're gonna make a statement,

get a lawyer--

Man, I ain't going nowhere with you, Dev.

Don't move.

Put your hands over your head, Leon.

I mean it.

Stop!

You're gonna shoot me?

I know who you are, remember?

And you know me.

So you know I ain't lying.

All I did

was sell hardware to a guy I knew a long time ago.

Come on.

You're not gonna shoot me.

Hey.

Can I come in?

Of course.

Everything okay?

You were right.

About my brother.

He knew more than he was letting on.

How so?

Torque called him last week.

Leon hooked him up with some supplies.

In exchange, Torque's team dropped the Lamborghini off

at his house.

I found it there,

and that's where you'll find it, too.

Leon was working with Torque?

Where is he now?

I don't know.

Did you go after him?

I didn't want to.

I still don't.

You let him walk?

He's my brother, Hondo.

What am I supposed to do?

I don't know, Gamble.

Maybe try to convince him to do the right thing.

Even if that would've worked,

who knows what they would've thrown at him?

So, yeah,

I let him go.

How am I supposed to trust you now?

You aren't.

Rejoining the LAPD,

I thought I could keep my family separate.

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

or a good cop, so...

...I'm going back to Oakland.

For good.

Maybe that's for the best.

This letter explains everything.

Give it to whoever needs it.

Thank you for bringing me on 20-Squad.

You guys always made me feel like I belong.

Please tell the team I said goodbye. And...

I'm sorry I failed you.

Yeah, so am I.

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