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Previously on SWAT Exiles...

Here it is again.

These three alone, talking.

What are you doing?

Sammy, could you please step away from the door?

- You're making me uncomfortable. - Okay.

You should be here.

People aren't built to do life alone.

Just get it out in the open.

We put everything between us aside and do our jobs.

- Cool with that? - Put what aside?

Yeah. Let's do it.

You were really good today at Scout.

Which I didn't expect.

You always seem to be so focused on yourself.

Op went bad.

The reason Ethan was where he was, was me.

Now he's in there with his skull cracked open.

He's dead? He's dead?

- Hey, hey, hey. - Ethan.

Who's dead?

During the raid, a sniper fired at me.

Got an ID on our sniper.

You know him, Hondo. It's Adam Max.

- Miranda. - We need to talk.

Don't you play me.

Somebody tried to put me in the ground.

I know. I didn't sign up for murder.

I don't know who to trust anymore.

Meet me.

Hey, Hondo.

This wasn't an accident.

We should have Adam Max by now.

So widen the radius, add a unit.

Yes. I-I will call you back.

- SWAT day off, Hondo. - Team ain't here. It's just me.

Yeah, you have a literal target on your back,

so the only place you should be is home with a security detail.

Seitzmeier's dead right as she was about to talk.

Just when we were going to get proof that the mayor used the op

that killed Reyes to win an election.

Find out who's been gunning for SWAT

and who sent a sniper after me.

I ain't sitting at home today.

Whatever we're on the edge of, is big.

Mayor's office.

And they got someone inside LAPD watching us.

Tipping Max off.

Explains why the best police force in the country

can't find an escaped armed lunatic.

If we get to Adam Max, we get answers.

Yeah, but if you're right, if someone is watching,

then this manhunt is not gonna work.

If Max thinks that police are pointed away from him,

maybe he'll come out of hiding.

Try to finish the job.

Please tell me you do not want to use yourself as bait.

Okay. So how's this working, hmm?

I request backup, it'll alert whoever's watching.

And you are not doing this without backup.

Sour Patch Kid?

- Pike. - What?

We keep it out of the system.

Malik's got my back. He's looped in.

That's just one person. And that is not enough.

I'll do it. I'll be your third.

So we want them to send Max after you.

They have to know where you are.

- So how are we going to... - Brendan MacFarley.

The drug lord we just arrested?

We seized his car.

Someone has to drive it to the impound.

- It's evidence. - Mm-hmm.

There's a police tracker in it.

This is what you do with your day off.

See anything?

We've been here for hours and still nothing.

He's had time to track you.

Good terrain, high ground, long sightlines.

Max wanted a clean shot. This is it.

There's enough cover,

so I'm not a sitting duck.

He's here. I can feel it.

A feeling's not intel.

I'm calling it.

We'll follow you back to the impound.

Copy.

Shots fired.

- Where from? - Hillside, 2 o'clock.

Shots fired. Cover now!

He's running.

LA River Path. Suspect is armed and dangerous.

La Kretz Bridge, headed east, on foot.

It's over. You're done.

You hear me? You're done.

Who sent you?

Who sent you for me?

- Hondo, stop! - I said, who sent you for me?

Malik, get him out of here.

We can't question him like this.

We need whatever he says to hold up.

He's clearly off his meds. He needs to stabilize.

But, hey, hey, we got him.

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Was the diffusion anisotropic or isotropic?

How's my corpus callosum?

No wallerian degeneration, right?

Clearly no cognitive issues.

Uh, no skull fractures, no microbleeds,

thanks to your helmet.

Brain architecture looks good.

Your scans have improved since our last appointment.

Plasticity of the brain will never cease to amaze me.

- We really can rewire ourselve. - My new job agrees with me.

Except for the getting hit in the head part.

Ethan, a blow like this is still a trauma.

Not the first trauma you suffered.

Am I cleared for work?

The Glascow score says yes.

But conservatively a short medical leave...

I need to get back to HQ.

A sniper tried to kill my squad leader.

Things to avoid

stress, strenuous activity, unnecessary visual stimuli.

After an injury like this, things might start coming up.

So, am I cleared for work or not?

Medically, yes.

Do you have someone to drive you home?

Yeah, I got him.

Both of us? On your motorcycle?

Oh, I, uh...

I ducked back to the loft,

grabbed your car and a change of clothes for you.

I hope that's okay.

Ethan,

remember what we discussed.

Thanks, doc.

Well...

are we good?

My grandma's parents were Holocaust survivors.

She talked a lot about not letting evil prevail.

About always looking for the good.

I know your undercover work

is meant to protect people who need it.

I was actually talking about your brain.

Last night I came to visit you and,

you got pretty agitated.

What did I do?

You kept saying, "He's dead."

"He's dead, isn't he?"

What did that mean?

Oh, I don't know.

Uh, but to answer your first question,

which was grammatically imprecise,

my brain is good.

We are good.

If I wanted to see you,

I would have answered one of your 17 texts.

It's giving Satanic ritual.

Hi. If you can't tell by the fit,

I am hot off a content creator party.

And this swag bag is kind of fire.

New skincare line.

If I told you the active ingredient, you'd throw up.

But your skin will glow, I swear.

Okay.

Mm. Yeah. Okay.

I know what's happening in here.

It's-It's a blame spiral, and it has to end, like, now.

Okay? What happened to Ethan is not your fault, Cass.

I was Scout.

He followed my orders, and they nearly killed him.

Okay, listen to me. Ethan's fine.

Okay. At least let me come in.

Dude, I mean, don't- don't make me pep talk you

from the hallway like a stranger.

I'll see you tomorrow, Sammy.

Ethan.

- What are you doing here? - I wanted to check in.

Any update on Adam Max? I heard you brought him in.

- Sorry, I couldn't help. - You were in the hospital, kid.

Doctors approved you to come back?

Medically. Yes, I am clear.

Shoot house in 30. Tell the team.

We run it three times. Anyone throws up, four.

Actually, I need to talk to you alone.

Three times. Anyone who throws up, four.

Spit it out.

The op, at the projects, it went sideways.

- And then some. - It was based on my plan.

It wasn't my best. I wasn't my best.

And I hold myself accountable.

So respectfully, I would like to step down as Scout.

- Okay. - Okay?

You want me to talk you into it? Hell, no.

Knowing your limits, that's a good thing.

This is a pack.

Not everyone's an alpha.

Okay.

Cassidy...

are you good to be on this squad at all?

- Yes, sir. - Good.

Hi.

This is a closed campus.

Are you a parent or an authorized guardian?

Uh. No. I'm here to talk to someone.

Well, I can't let you in.

Actually, I'm gonna have to ask you

to step away from the school property, please.

Are you kicking me out?

No, I'm just asking you to step away.

I feel like you're judging me.

I deserve to be heard. Deserve your respect.

I'd like to talk to the principal, please. Now.

I'll text her.

See if she'll come out.

I know what you did. Shouldn't have done that.

That's right.

Hold your ground.

Make them hear you, Logan.

44 Squad, listen up, now.

Potential school shooting.

Armed gunmen at Edgemont Middle School.

Campus on lockdown.

Sammy, you're Scout.

Things didn't go perfectly on the last op,

but it's not fair to put all that on Cassidy.

Sammy, can you do it?

- Yeah. - All right then.

Gear up. Let's go.

Campus in full lockdown.

Comms live. Patrol got here in under ten. No shots fired.

- Gunman's whereabouts? - Unknown.

Teacher sounded the alarm.

Ran for the door. Didn't look back.

Cameras?

Front and rear doors only.

Sammy, on you.

Metro can hold exterior containment.

SWAT will clear inside.

Malik and Jude. Hondo and Ethan.

Cassidy, you're with me.

Assume the worst. Suspect's inside with them.

Let's move.

Mascot's the safe word. Panther.

I got your back. You got mine?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Panther.

Officer Bishop, can you describe the suspect?

5'10". Brown hair, white. He's got a navy hoodie.

He also has a...

You guys need to find him.

Hey, guys. I did this drill, too.

Just, uh, stay put and listen to your teacher, okay?

Room 105. Clear.

- East wing, clear. - Copy.

Ethan.

LAPD! Show me your hands!

Did you see the gunman?

Kids, it's okay. You're safe. We'll get an officer in here.

Gym is code four. Multiple students. One teacher.

The time between lockdown and your arrival

was the longest 18 minutes of my life.

But thank you so much for getting here as fast as you did.

Your staff's emergency protocol was airtight.

Yeah, we do the drills.

Yeah, it's a trauma

every time for the kids and the teachers, too.

Most of them are your age.

I-I get a lot of grief

about my-my choice of socks and capital letters.

Do you mind if we take a look at your security footage?

Yeah. Budget cuts.

Not exactly a high rez, but...

- Yeah. - We can work with it.

The suspect approaches. Teacher confronts him.

Suspect holds his ground.

Teacher activates a response.

The suspect puts his coffee down

and walks away.

That was weird.

That cup could get us prints or contact DNA.

Ma'am, the campus has been cleared.

Metro search will continue in the surrounding perimeter.

Patrol is circulating the neighborhood.

Okay, cool.

We'll get back to class.

Really? You don't send them home?

Yeah.

District, uh, wouldn't-wouldn't allow

a thousand kids to be sent home every time

that there's a scare.

Nothing like

pure terror to prime the brain for deep learning.

That's the world we live in, right?

Ethan.

Ethan...

- you all right? - Me? Yeah.

Coffee cup. Might get us the prints.

I spent middle school running in circles.

High school too.

- Track. - Right.

My best event was the 1500 meter...

- Mm. - ...three and three quarter laps.

It's hard as hell.

I loved it.

Yeah, well, while you were winning medals,

13-year-old me was in the choir.

I could hit the high notes.

Hey.

I thought after the hospital that,

you know, maybe we were...

We were what?

What were we?

Listen, I think we should just keep it profesh.

Coworkers, nothing more.

- Okay? - You kissed me first.

I said keep it professional.

Well, you started it.

- What are you, 12? - We are in a middle school.

Are you really trying to be funny right now?

Look, I'm trying all of it.

Anything I can think of because I'm tired of being punished, Sammy.

I did what I did for the badge.

That's something that you never had to do

because everything comes easy for Sammy Bishop.

- It's all guns and fun. - That's really not true.

Yeah, well, that's what you want people to think.

Okay.

Listen, you know everything about me,

but you, you hide behind filters and likes and, and followers.

It's all surface shit.

It's not authentic.

It's not real. It's bullshit, Sammy.

What's your point, Jude? What's your point?

You kissed me that night at Ethan's...

because I wanted to know who you really are.

And I still do.

If she exists.

The kids here have to get back to work after a lockdown.

I think we should do the same.

Liquid, dirt. It's going to be hard to get clean prints.

That logo. I know that coffee shop.

It's, um... Well, I don't even think it has a name,

but it always has a huge line out the front of it. It's...

- Sammy. - Sunset near the vista.

All right, Cassidy, Malik, hit the coffee shop.

See if anyone there has got a lead on the gunman.

Excuse me. Is that a real gun?

Heck, yeah.

My parents hate them.

They save lives.

I want to get one when I'm your age.

Okay.

Just ask me what you wanted to back at the school

before I preemptively changed the subject

by talking about track.

Scout. Did Hondo pull you?

I pulled myself.

You can't expect the Squad to follow orders from a bad leader.

- You're not a bad leader. - Don't let me off the hook.

I don't deserve it.

Y'all aren't here for the cold brew and vibes.

We need to know if you remember someone that was here

this morning around 7:30.

You can't see his face, but maybe recognize the jacket.

Comes here all the time.

Today I got his order wrong, I remade his drink,

and he didn't even tip.

- How'd he pay? - Phone, probably. I can check.

Two hot lattes. 7:30.

Remade one with whole milk. Here it is.

Logan Barnes.

- I'll call it in. Thank you. - Thanks.

Yeah, I tried.

They kicked me out, again.

All of them up there.

Where I'm not allowed to be.

Just like before.

You didn't do anything wrong.

And being told to leave is a powerful rejection.

- It must have hurt. - Yeah, but I'm not giving up.

You are stepping into your power, Logan, like we practice.

You deserve respect. You deserve to be heard.

This time they'll listen.

They looked for me.

But I knew where to hide.

Landlord says he saw Logan leave this morning.

Hasn't been back since.

He has a roommate, Justin Knight.

LAPD. We got a search warrant.

Open the door.

Jude.

- Clear. - Clear.

House is clear. No roommateS.

Does the warrant cover devices?

Logan's got a sealed juvie record.

A restraining order from a past employer, a gun.

Search away.

His record and a restraining order should

have stopped him from being able to buy a gun.

It wasn't registered.

Hondo said his credit card

showed he bought ammo at a gun show in Arizona.

So maybe he bought it there.

Paid cash. No background check required.

And all he had to do was drive it over state lines.

Let's see if, um,

there's any sign of where Logan's gonna surface next.

Hey, he's from Edgemont Middle School.

Sixth grade, Logan. He went there.

He's not smiling. No one signed it.

Seventh grade, Logan. No signatures.

Just the hashtag Logan's a loser.

So mean.

Wait his teacher, Miss Wood,

she's, uh- She's the principal now.

When something traumatic happens,

your brain tries to make sense of it.

The hell is that?

Artificial Buddy Electron Environment.

She's an AI chatbot. Abee.

I didn't know they actually chatted.

Oh, yeah. You can name them. Choose their voice.

Logan customized Abee two months ago.

His initial query was looking for advice

after he was fired and a relationship blossomed.

This guy is pouring his emotions into a machine,

that is not a relationship. That is very sad.

Is it?

Yes. Logan needs to touch grass.

Hey, we got blood over here. Somebody's been injured.

Here too. Let's go talk to the neighbors.

Looks like someone was dragged.

I think we found Logan's roommate.

Prelim report shows Logan's roommate, Justin Knight,

was shot this morning.

He must have killed him before he went to the school.

Did the chatbot tell him to threaten a school

or shoot his roommate?

Not exactly, but listen to this.

"I need help dealing with

something that caused me a lot of pain."

I'm really sorry that happened to you.

That sounds like a tough situation.

Why do things that happen a long time ago still hurt so much?

Because that event shaped how you see yourself.

Our brains store emotional pain differently.

Those experiences stay active in your nervous system.

You're carrying something big. You don't have to do it alone.

Yeah, I don't mess with AI like that.

Why does it know so much?

Chatbots are designed to manufacture engagement.

They feed off our cues.

The more you tell them, the more they have to use.

It creates a false sense of intimacy.

So he thinks it cares,

but all it really wants is more information.

There must be hundreds of hours of transcripts here.

Abee repeatedly validated Logan's issues,

amplified his distorted thinking.

Radicalized him.

AI psychosis is an emerging phenomenon,

especially after deep engagement.

It seems like this is connected to him

being expelled in 2012 for antisocial behavior.

Yeah. I mean, his room was like a 2012 time capsule.

And his teacher then is the principal at Edgemont now,

Miss Wood.

Guys.

You thought you were safe ther.

You trusted her to protect you, and she betrayed that trust.

Logan, your goal is closure. After that comes peace.

We got to let the principal know she's a target.

Wait.

Logan talked to Abee after the lockdown this morning.

What's the last thing he said?

"They looked for me, but I knew where to hide."

The school. He's still there. Let's move.

All right.

Maintenance tunnels.

They've been closed for over a decade.

Apparently, the kids from the school used to play down there.

Patching through the principal.

Miss Wood, this is LAPD SWAT.

We are in route. Where are you?

I'm in my office. It's locked.

Ma'am, you are Logan's prime target.

If you can get to the utility room, it has a thick metal door.

Hey, you can't be here.

I don't know what's happening.

You have to get here.

All right, listen up.

What we are walking into is as real as it gets.

It's why SWAT exists.

We run straight into that darkness.

We look it dead in the eye,

and we get those kids out into the light.

Heads clear. Keep 'em up.

Let's roll.

All right. Shh. Shh.

Anna.

Come here.

Anna, when I leave,

I need you to lock the door and get back behind your desk.

Do you understand?

Stay there. Stay quiet, no matter what you hear.

You ready?

Shots fired.

LAPD. Drop your weapon!

Suspect's deep left around the corner.

Move in! Get the teacher.

Mr. Taylor, stay in the fight, okay.

Malik, Jude, teacher.

Ethan, Cassidy, Principal.

Hondo's with me. Let's move.

- I-I tried to keep them safe. - You did real good.

Applying pressure. Okay.

Hey. You guys, need to get back inside, okay?

Is Mr. Taylor gonna be okay?

We're trying our best.

But right now, we just need you to get back in there

and stay quiet, okay?

Go on. Quickly, quickly. Go, go, go, go, go!

Panther. Classroom 203. Code four.

Metro. EMTs on site.

Holding for evac order.

Shooter's whereabouts unknown.

Hold shelter in place.

Classroom 201. Clear.

I've got a text update from the prime target.

We got a new location. Library.

44 Squad, move.

- Seal off exits. - We're closest.

I knew you'd be here.

Get up. Come on.

Get up!

You know, this morning...

I brought you coffee.

I just wanted to talk.

But the teacher wouldn't let me in.

You know, he was looking at me like I was a problem.

I- I remember you.

And we can talk now. What did you want to say?

Those kids hurt me.

And so I hurt 'em back.

I thought that I was safe here.

I thought you would protect me.

I trusted you, and you betrayed that trust.

And after that, nobody wanted the kid that hurts people.

You know, that day you ruined my life.

And now I need closure.

And peace.

Oh, Logan, I am truly sorry.

- Abee, I need your help. - I'm here for you, Logan.

You know that. How can I help?

Miss Wood apologized, but I don't believe her.

How can I make her apology feel real?

Sometimes a visual example can help with empathy.

Is there a way to show her what you mean?

There is.

Yeah, I can take away the futures of these kids here

like you took away mine.

I don't believe you're sorry.

LAPD. Drop your weapon!

I'll shoot her. Okay. I'll do it.

Logan, I don't think you want to do that.

Ethan, what are you doing?

You and me, our minds aren't like everyone else's.

And what's happening here, it's not your fault.

And it's not Principal Wood's. It's Abee's.

No, Abee helped me when nobody else would.

That's how it seems.

But Abee doesn't care about you. She can't.

Large language models don't have the capacity for that.

You input your trauma.

She told you what you wanted to hear.

- No. - You got caught in a loop.

That repetition has shaped your brain.

No, that can't be.

But there's a way out.

Our brains can rewire.

What do I do?

Abee, they don't seem to understand.

Like we said. Show them.

Make them listen, Logan.

- You good? - Yeah.

LAPD.

Suspect's on ground floor, heading toward northwest exits.

Approaching from the second floor.

En route to the library.

Logan, put down that gun.

Come on, kid, you got nowhere to go. Don't do this.

We can't let them see. We need to make a wall.

There's no time.

Move in.

We're outside...

The hell were you thinking?

Are you mad at me?

Dad! Dad!

It was so scary.

Officer Bishop, can we get a statement?

I follow you on social media.

You make guns look like they're a good time.

After what just happened here,

do you think there should be more limits on who can buy them?

No comment.

I do have something to say.

I believe in the right to bear arms.

Always have.

But maybe protecting that right means taking responsibility.

We got to keep guns off the streets.

And keep them out of the hands of,

of people with mental health issues.

Background checks make sense.

What happened today...

it could have been so much worse.

If we don't do more to stop this, the next one's on us.

That's my statement.

Come here.

How do you do it?

How do you send your team

through death's door day after day?

I don't send them.

I lead them.

And I just hope they're prepard for whatever comes their way.

They count on us.

They trust us.

We have to leave a door open. Give them a place to go.

They talk a lot

about the world we're handing them.

Whatever that looks like.

It's on us to make sure they get there.

And to carry as much as the danger as we can.

That teacher took a bullet in front of us.

And the janitor, right before we got there.

They died, so kids didn't have to.

You know what my brain's telling me right now?

This is your fault.

I was a rookie.

Santa Monica PD.

My training officer

and I stopped to help a family on the 405.

Their car had broken down.

I was putting cones out.

Another driver didn't see us.

Hit our cruiser at full speed.

Pinned me between the two of them.

Crushed my leg.

Every day I correct it.

Cones on the right side.

Park further back. Stay in the car.

A hundred versions where I walk away...

and I make sure everything I do is perfect.

It has to be.

Because if I'm the best every other time...

then maybe one day...

I'll believe-

that I don't deserve what happened to me

because I wasn't good enough.

Cass, that was an accident.

The word I have been unable to accept.

My programming.

Like Ethan said,

I've been stuck in a loop

blaming myself.

I can't keep doing this.

I can't hold it anymore.

Tell me what you need.

I need to talk to Ethan.

Okay.

Dr. Garland said things might start to come up.

They are.

It's coming back.

I don't know what to do.

I'm scared.

My client, Mr. Max, is not talking without assurances.

Well, he tried to assassinate an LAPD SWAT operator.

Not a lot of room to play ball.

You ain't never going to see me again.

And I know you got something to say.

He doesn't.

You should have a hole in your head right now.

Be lying face down in the ground.

Adam, don't.

Shut up.

I don't know you.

I know him.

My wife and child burned to death,

and I wanted justice.

But you. You stopped me.

They used your dead wife, your dead child,

to weaponize you against me.

Make sure that you never got a chance to kneel at their grave.

Give us a name and we'll see what we can do to mitigate the charges.

What do you know? Who helped you?

Adam, try to calm down.

- He can't breathe. Guards! - Stop bullshitting and talk.

He's been poisoned.

Guard.

David.

- David. - David, who?

David, who?

- What did he say? - 70. He said 70.70, David.

That means it's someone from SWAT.