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Previously on "S.W.A.T..."

Leroy, I know he is your son and I am not his father,

but me and my moms are gonna be looking after him now.

I shook the manager's hand,

I told him how bad I really wanted the job.

And he just kept on bringing up my arrest record.

If you really want to provide for this baby

that you got coming, you keep knocking on doors

until somebody takes a chance on you just like we did.

Hey, son. You seen my wallet?

It's on the table, Pop.

You take your medicine this morning?

- Is the sky blue? - Hmm.

The doctor said she ain't never seen

nobody respond to treatment as well.

I am kicking cancer in the ass and taking names, son.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised, Pop.

Uh, that's your mom.

She's dropping me off at my doctor's appointment.

Ah, geez.

Hey. What's going on, D?

Heema's parents.

They ain't never gonna let me see my son.

They told Heema that I'm a bad influence

and that she should just forget about me.

I've been texting and calling for almost a year.

- They don't listen! - Okay, you listen to me.

You know I got your back on all things,

but you got to take a look at this from their side.

You got their 15-year-old daughter pregnant,

and then you landed your little ass in juvie

for being involved in an armed robbery.

Taking Heema to San Diego to start over is them

just trying to protect her and the baby.

Protect them from me?

But I-I'm not that type of kid anymore.

But... I'm back in school. I got a job.

I cleaned up my life.

Okay, and I get that.

I get it. But her parents don't.

You got to find some way to show them.

Look, I know you and your pops get into it sometimes.

I just don't want me and Deon

to have that lifelong beef like that.

No offense.

Listen, me and my pop still deal with a lot of stuff, Darryl.

I don't want Deon growing up thinking

that I don't want to be a part of his life.

Can Heema's parents really keep me from seeing my own son?

D, you're a minor with a record.

Look, I know a lawyer, she works in family court.

Maybe she can let us know the score.

All right?

Lee and Alfaro, you'll take the green room.

Zach, you are concourse B.

I'll be floating, keeping an eye on each section.

Guys, we're not here to watch a fight.

There will be pop stars, congressmen, other celebs.

It'll be a rowdy crowd.

We oversee every security layer, from guests

with personal protection details down to event safety guards.

Everyone clear on their assignments?

All right, good. Finish your walk-throughs and then meet Buck

at the ticket office for your Fight Night credentials.

Thank you, gentlemen.

I told you my guy was thorough.

You can stop selling me on him, Buck.

Having Deac in the room helped us land the gig.

Gonna put us on the map.

Let's not uncork the champagne until we've got everybody

- out here safe, okay? - Okay, fine.

But bottoms up after Torres wins.

Speak of the devil.

Hey, champ. This is my business partner David Kay.

He's managing our security team.

Meet Gio Torres,

reigning welterweight champion of the world,

his wife Esther.

Excuse me. I have to take this.

It's very nice to meet you.

And please, call me Deacon.

¿Diácono? Like padre, priest?

No, no, it's just a nickname. No, I'm married, with four kids.

It's your first?

Yes.

You know, this place is so...

...new.

We had nothing like it in Havana.

One day we will.

Well, best of luck tonight.

And congratulations.

Gracias, Padre.

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

Had to hit the bank while I had the time off.

You look nice. Interviewing for new job?

Eh, come on, Mom, please don't start with that.

You know I love SWAT.

Start with what?

Uh, criticizing me, my life, my job.

Kind of your biggest hobby since Dad died.

I don't criticize, I give advice.

So. What brings you here?

- You said it was important. - Yeah.

Do you remember the girl that I told you about?

The same girl you've been seeing the past couple months?

Yeah, Bonnie.

We've actually been together for longer than that.

We moved in together.

And I think I'm ready for the gold bracelets that Grandpa left me.

My father set aside those bracelets

for you boys to give to your brides.

I know. I'm gonna ask Bonnie to marry me.

If this relationship is-is so serious,

why haven't I met Bonnie?

I-I wanted you to, Ma, but, you know, with work and all,

there was never a good time.

I'm your mother.

It's very hurtful.

When Jacob got engaged, he did things properly.

Well, maybe I put it off 'cause I didn't want you comparing me

to Jacob in front of Bonnie.

Telling the woman I love that I'm the disappointment,

while he's the perfect one.

What are you talking about?

Can I get the bracelets or not?

Those bracelets are not for some woman I've never met.

Come forward.

Go ahead. All clear.

Hey.

Thanks for filling in last-minute.

You really helped us out of a jam.

No need to thank me. That's what the money's for, right?

Aren't these fights usually in Vegas?

Yeah. But Maxwell wanted to fight in his own hometown.

Why does the former champion get to call the shots?

That's why.

- Jackie Shaw? - Yeah.

Biggest promoter out there.

Jackie Shaw will never let you down.

He convinced Maxwell to unretire.

One last fight on his own home turf.

More like one last payday for Shaw.

Yeah. All right, I'm gonna make the rounds.

Okay.

Oye, Padre.

You have four kids, right?

- One for each. - Ah. That's the last thing

you should be thinking about, but thank you. That's very kind.

Where's the rest of the delegation?

Hotel. I said I needed time alone.

But now I need distraction.

People say I'm gonna beat Maxwell,

but he was a champion, too. A great one.

And once we are in the ring, anything can happen.

- But I must win. - I get it.

You got a whole country pulling for you.

- You don't want to let anybody down. - No.

I have no choice but to win.

For my people, yes.

But for my family.

Oi, can I sign for your team?

- ¿Sí? - Yeah.

Yeah, I'm sure they'd appreciate

an autograph from the world champ.

Yeah. We will see what I am after tonight, Padre.

We'll see.

A-Another person is with me.

U-Uh, go back, please.

Hey!

Don't do that.

Wow. My nephews are gonna go nuts. Thank you.

De nada.

Esther. ¿No está aquí?

- What's wrong? - His wife disappeared from the hotel.

His trainer's out looking for her.

Hey, not now. You can get a selfie later.

Hey, Torres, I'm supposed to deliver this to you.

Let me see that.

Chris.

Stand right here. Don't move.

There's a voice mail.

We have your wife.

Lose this fight or she dies.

No cops.

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With us today, daughter of Muhamed Ali

and four-time world champion in her own right, Laila Ali.

Two years ago, Maxwell's retirement

shocked the boxing world.

Tonight, he aims for a comeback.

What should we be looking for in the ring?

Sit back

and get ready to watch Torres work

the fastest pair of hands in the sport.

This kid...

All right, thanks. Talk soon.

Press hasn't gotten a whiff of anything.

How's Torres holding up?

Deac and Chris are with him right now

trying to keep him from spiraling.

The kidnappers, how much are they asking for?

They don't want his money.

They want him to throw the fight.

Hey, Deac had me drive by Torres' hotel.

Security cams out front were tampered with.

We got nothing.

No one sees a woman seven months pregnant

snatched in broad daylight?

This operation was well-planned.

They used an online delivery service and burner phone.

All untraceable.

And their demands are clear: no cops.

They can't find out that we're onto them.

- Who knows so far? - Just the Cuban delegation.

They've agreed to keep it on the down low.

Other than that, Deac only told us.

Well, the fight's already a national story.

The news leaks out about this kidnapping…

These punks could panic and execute this woman.

Yeah, the circle can't get any bigger than it is.

I'll keep a small group at the FBI in the loop.

But 20-David will have to handle this.

We need to find Esther before the bell.

Lieutenant.

Once you get the feds on the line, see if they can flag

any big-money wagers on Maxwell.

Placed on gambling websites, casino sports books…

I'm on it.

Okay, Maxwell grew up in South L.A.

There's a lots of locals who want to see Torres lose.

We need ears on the street.

It's risky.

We don't want to tip off whoever's holding this woman.

Commander, we're short on options and even shorter on time.

Whoever's forcing Torres to take a dive

is putting a whole lot of stock on Maxwell.

So maybe we start with his fan base. Work our way out.

All right. Get it done.

What's good, Red?

Hey, man, you know, another day another taco.

- Mm. Good to see you, man. - Yes, sir.

Hey, you went to Fremont High around the same time

as Marlon Maxwell, right?

Man, you guys are scraping the bottom of the barrel

for hookups on tickets, fellas.

I mean, I barely knew Max.

He showed up to class even less than me, and I never showed up.

We ain't looking for tickets, man.

Folks around here are pulling for him to win.

Now, we want to know if you know anyone who's pulling

a little too hard, you know what I'm saying?

Talking crazy about needing him to win?

Why? He got some stalkers or something?

No, it's nothing like that.

Then why you asking?

Someone out there took something they shouldn't have.

So what'd they steal?

I can't tell you that.

Who's it belong to?

Can't tell you that, either.

What's his name?

I can't tell you that.

Look, we think someone bet heavy on Maxwell

and we want to know who.

Now, rumor on the street is he used to run

with a rough crowd back in the day.

Rough crowd, man? His boys were straight-up killers.

Still are.

You know any of their names?

Like I said.

- Wasn't my set. - Red, do you think

you can find out who in Maxwell's old crew

kept up with him?

I ain't got nothing to offer you except an IOU,

- but you know I'm good for it. - True that.

- Hit me back if you get anything. - Sure.

Is there something I should know about this fight?

Should I call my bookie?

With your luck, you'll still pick the wrong guy.

Just get me some names.

You seem to be moving a lot better, Luca.

Rehab doing the trick?

I'm hanging in there.

Past few months haven't been easy on you, man.

I mean, some days are good,

others, my mind and body have different agendas,

but… look, whatever I can do to help the team;

if that means from HQ, so be it, I'm in.

Yeah, we appreciate it.

Can't wait to get you back out in the field, though.

Thanks, boss. I'm trying, man.

I'm sorry, I really wish I had better news.

Hondo, I was just leaving.

- My deposition got moved up. - Okay, no worries.

- Thank you for coming. - Anytime.

Good luck, Darryl.

Yo, I'm never gonna see Deon, man.

I might as well not even try.

Whoa-whoa-whoa, calm down, D.

Look, you can't have that kind of attitude

before you even start to fight.

Pop, what happened? What'd she say?

Without his name on the birth certificate,

no declaration of paternity,

he's got no real legal rights in the State of California.

Even with the DNA proof that I'm the father?

I might not get my visitation rights

because of my criminal record.

That's gonna be left up to a judge in family court

if they hold it against him or not.

And I got to take a legal paternity test.

I checked. All this costs, like, $300.

And I got to get a lawyer.

Where am I gonna get that type of money, huh?

Darryl, Darryl, listen to me. You can save $300.

Plenty of lawyers take payment plans.

The question isn't how you're gonna pay for it.

It's how much do you really want it?

Uh, look, I'm sorry, I got to take this call.

I'll meet y'all at home later.

All right.

Hey, Red. Tell me you got the names of Maxwell's old crew.

Yeah, Ruben Parker, Andre Jones and Eddie Meeks.

Maxwell's looked after them over the years.

Got them jobs at Jackie Shaw's training facility.

The boxing gym on Adams?

Yeah, the Mat. But get this.

My bookie said that Andre put 200K up on Maxwell.

Thinks Maxwell's fronting the cash himself.

What can I do to help?

Your weigh-in's about to start. If you don't show up,

people will know something's wrong.

It might alert the kidnappers.

I know this is hard.

But you have to go out there and pretend

that everything is normal.

Tonight, we determine the baddest

welterweight on Earth.

Gentlemen, shake hands.

You in my house now. My city.

You want to fight,

you fight me.

Not my family. Not my wife.

I'll fight whoever I damn well please.

And I'll tell you what... after I knock your ass out,

that wife of yours, she gonna be crashing at my place.

Hey, hey, save it for the ring!

Save it for the fight!

What did I tell you, guys? It's gonna be amazing!

Keep eyes on Torres.

I'm gonna see where that guy's headed.

Maxwell's buddies don't say much.

Guess he's the mouth of the group.

You'd think there'd be some mention of Esther by now.

You okay?

Seem, uh, on edge. And that's usually my job.

Kind of got into it with my mom this morning.

- Over Bonnie. - Your mom doesn't like Bonnie?

Uh, she's never met her.

They never met?

- What are you waiting for? - Nothing. It's just...

well, my mom's always favored my brother Jacob.

College, career, even his wife.

I don't want Bonnie exposed to that criticism.

So now your mom feels disrespected,

and she's angry at you and Bonnie.

Well done.

Hey, I love my mom.

And I get why she's offended.

But she kind of forced this decision on me.

I'm not sure I'm qualified to give this advice,

considering I sent my own mom to prison,

but my take...

you want your mom and Bonnie to have a relationship,

you got to separate your own baggage.

Good or bad, just let them sort it out.

We got any sign of Esther yet?

- How about Maxwell's buddies? - Nothing yet.

Hey, hold up, I got chatter.

Can't make out what they're saying.

Someone in there's speaking Spanish.

It's got to be coming from that SUV that just pulled up.

Go. Move. Move.

Get the hell out of here!

You dead!

- LAPD! - Hands! Drop the weapon!

Drop it! Drop the weapon!

On the ground! On the ground!

Give me your hands! Now!

I said drop it!

On your knees, hands behind your head!

- Stay still! - 26-David,

I got two suspects and three others

detained in the gym on Adams.

Who are you?

You're a Cuban national. Evelio Gomez.

Are you Torres's trainer?

Do something. Find my sister!

Esther is your sister? Sí.

We're just trying to get her back.

Yeah, Deac, talk to me. What's going on?

There was a suspicious guy hanging around the weigh-in.

White, six foot, 25 to 30.

It's probably nothing, but I want to check it out.

He walked into an old factory

six blocks from the arena.

Street.

You got an address?

Twelfth and Maple. Northwest alley.

Deacon's at Twelfth and Maple,

- northwest alley. Call for backup. - I'll keep you posted.

Esther? You okay?

I'm here to help.

Hey.

You okay?

Ay, thank you.

Hey, Hondo. I found Esther.

- She's tied up, but she's okay. - Roger that.

- We're coming, man. - Stand up.

Deacon. What's going on? Someone there with you?

I probably shouldn't be here, huh?

I followed him from the weigh-in.

I was in the room

when Torres heard the message,

and-and he begged me not to do anything, but I-I,

I thought if I found his wife, you know,

maybe he'd give me a reward or something.

Look...

the name is Schupatz.

I'm just a security guard.

I don't want any trouble.

Turn around.

I don't want to cause any problems.

I got his badge!

This is the place, all right.

Deacon ditched anything that ID'd him as a cop

before they could search him.

They'll keep Esther alive for leverage

until after the fight, but Deacon?

His phone. Looks like it got stomped.

- This is bad. - Listen up.

First off, they don't know Deacon's a cop.

Second, he doesn't need our concern. He needs our A game.

Deacon and Esther got taken to another location.

Yeah, they are in trouble, but they are still breathing.

You are okay?

Yeah.

Are you?

They made me take medicine. Knocked me out.

You feel okay?

I'm okay. I...

Do you know the men who took us?

No, but help is on the way.

There are people looking for you.

They'll come for me, too.

I'm a police officer.

All right, we got to get out of here.

They need you alive as leverage

until your husband loses the fight.

But they'll get rid of me soon enough.

Unless we get out of here first.

What can I do?

Best thing you can do? Try to stay calm.

I'm gonna get us out of here.

How big of a crew we dealing with here?

I couldn't make out what they were saying,

but I know I heard two distinct voices confront Deacon

- before it cut off. - Deacon mention anything else

about this guy that he was tracking from the arena?

Just that he was white, six foot, about 25 or 30.

Well, that narrows it down to half of Venice Beach.

Okay, but here's what's weird:

He gave them a fake name. Schupatz.

Does that mean anything to you?

There's a Mike Schupatz.

Small-time smuggler. He was one of my first arrests.

He cut a deal for a reduced sentence,

worked as a CI after he was released.

That's how Deacon knew who he was,

but I'm just trying to figure out why that was

the first name that popped into his head.

Could Schupatz be involved in this?

I don't see how. He's been back in prison

for the last year.

Hey, I sent Street to the arena to link up with Chris.

I told him to say that Deac's handling a family emergency,

that he was called in to cover.

It's only a matter of time before Owen and Buck notice he's gone.

We can't let them raise any flags, man.

- Did Tan get it done? - Yeah, he's on his way back.

We had him scoop up Maxwell's biggest fan... Jackie Shaw.

Come on, Jackie, there's hundreds of millions

in bets riding on this.

You haven't put any cash money on your guy?

Not one red cent.

Okay, what about Maxwell's One-Niner pals?

They place any bets on your behalf?

So that's what this is about?

A brother works his ass off to make it big,

gives a few of his childhood friends a leg up,

and now he gets attacked with baseless allegations?

What is the world coming to?

Can't we allow folks the chance to start fresh?

Okay, come on, man. Jump off your soap box.

Them boys ain't reformed.

They're on your payroll, betting big on Maxwell.

I ain't my brother's keeper.

Now, have I taken liberties over the years,

to move some money around, to keep my fighters happy?

We all do that.

But talent is my brand.

And Maxwell ain't my only star.

I got a dozen fighters just like him in the stable.

One goes, the next one slides into place.

Just like a Pez dispenser.

I don't play odds, gentlemen. I print money.

Well, it seems to me you prefer the sure thing.

So is that why you got your people trying to throw this fight?

Match-fixing? Are you kidding me?

Now Jackie Shaw might not be your flavor of ice cream,

but he doesn't throw fights.

Why would I get myself banned from the sport?

That's the one thing you can't come back from.

I got four houses, a yacht, and maybe 20 years in me.

You think I'm giving all that up?

Well, somebody out there is working harder than you

to make sure that Maxwell wins this fight.

Maybe so.

I may not partake,

but I did hear a few seven-figure bets

come across the international wire today.

Now, these ain't the gamblers you find in a casino.

I think it's because my guy's gonna win.

But maybe somebody knows something I don't.

I think you guys should be looking over there.

The medicine they made me drink,

do you think it will hurt him?

You know it's a boy?

Nah. He'll be fine.

This far along, they're pretty resilient.

You must be what, seven months now?

Eight and a half.

Surprised they let you travel.

We lied on my visa.

Oh.

We want our son to be born in America.

Cuban government can't be too happy about that.

Havana's golden boy planting roots in the States.

If our baby is born in Cuba,

they have us for 18 years.

Tonight was our chance.

I was going to take a train to San Francisco

during the fight.

We found a lawyer there.

Tomorrow, my husband...

will sneak away and meet us.

Then...

we can stay in America... as a family.

I am not scared of risk.

It's why Gio fell in love with me.

Our baby can't die in here.

No.

It's just water.

It's okay.

I think we just found their soft spot.

Hour till the bell. No Deacon or Esther.

Tell me we're closer.

We're checking all bets north of a million.

A few were placed on Maxwell from foreign accounts.

Did you figure out who's in town

from this black market jet set?

Every new arrival is credibly linked

to an illegal wager.

Lars Van Dyke, suspected backer

of a Belgian human trafficking ring.

The squad he flew in with on his G5.

Taj Diaz, MDMA king of Ibiza.

Interpol's looking into a series of nightclub fires

after he lost a $6 million bet at the World Cup.

We've got all the names on his flight manifest.

Vlad Barkov, owner of a dying Moscow casino franchise.

Lost millions after getting on the wrong side

of the Federal Assembly.

Wait, hold up, hold up.

Tan. Zoom in on this guy.

You see that birthmark on his forehead?

The name that Deacon gave the kidnappers

when he knew I was listening. Schupatz?

There's what Schupatz looks like.

It's the first thing you notice on both of them.

Deacon said Schupatz, hoping it'd help you

ID his captor as a guy with a birthmark. It's gotta be.

Do we know where this crew is staying?

Hotels, friends in town, anything?

Barkov and company didn't fly halfway around the world

to watch the fight from his hotel.

There's a good chance they're in the arena.

When I close my eyes, all I see is what they're doing to her.

You know, I should have kept her by my side.

- Hey. - If anything happens...

Don't do that.

This isn't your fault. Think of your wife.

Think about how good it would be to have her back.

- You want to help Esther? - Sí.

Then stay focused.

Do your job, and we'll do ours.

Okay. Okay.

I saw the guy behind this, Barkov.

- Where is he sitting? - Luxury box.

VIP section. He's got half a dozen bodyguards around him.

He keeps making phone calls.

Checking in with the kidnappers.

We gotta find out where Deacon and Esther are being held

- without Barkov knowing. - How?

Where's Hondo now? He's on his way.

He said he's got a plan.

Hey, she's going into labor. Somebody help her!

She's losing circulation. All right? She needs help.

Por favor, call doctor.

Look, I'm a trained medic. All right? Let me out of here.

Let me deliver her baby.

Unlock him.

Do it. Help her.

Her husband's gonna lose the fight.

He's gonna do whatever you want, but she needs a doctor.

Let her go.

You gonna need this to get in.

Thanks.

Now, remember, this device needs to be within

three feet of Barkov's phone to upload its contents.

I know, for anywhere between two to ten minutes.

And if his phone moves away mid-transfer, it won't clone.

- You're gonna have to abort. - Got it.

Chris, listen to me.

Barkov's bodyguards are well-trained.

If they suspect you're up to anything, they're gonna move fast.

Now, Street's gonna be in position right outside the box.

- I'm good. - All right.

Eyes on Barkov. Far end of the bar.

Okay, standing by.

Phone's in his front right pocket.

Three feet, no farther.

Excuse me.

- Can I please have a gin and tonic? - Yeah.

It's a go.

Roger that. Upload is underway.

Call me when this is finished.

How we doing, Chris?

Should I make a move?

Chris, should I tango?

I'm gonna buy you more time.

- Sir, sir... - Hey, man.

- Hey, hey, get off me, man, get off me. - All right, relax.

Come on, my buddies are in there, bro.

- All right, all right, okay. I'm leaving. - Okay.

I'm leaving, all right?

It's done. Move.

Hey, unhand me. Don't touch me, man.

You touch me, I touch you, like that.

- Relax. - Fine, fine, fine.

I'm leaving. You win.

You win. Place is dead anyway.

Whatever's on his phone, we got.

Ladies and gentlemen,

and boxing fans around the world...

How much time do you think we have?

I don't know.

What are we going to do?

Ow.

They're escorting Torres into the ring as we speak.

How we looking, Commander?

Barkov's been dialing one number all day.

I'm guessing he's the kidnapper.

Whoever he's been calling is using a Skype number.

Can't ping the GPS 'cause there's no phone to track.

Okay, but the Internet would still leave a trail.

Luca, call up any router in the city

that logged that Skype number.

Okay, grays are inactive, reds have connectivity,

active bandwidth.

Can we ID those three locations?

The one on Commerce is a sports bar.

The one on Jackson is a public library.

And the one on Walnut?

East Town Theater.

That's been closed for years.

The place is huge.

- It'd be a good hideout. - All right, listen up.

I need one of you to hang back.

When there's news to deliver,

I want someone here with Torres.

- I'll do it. - All right, let's move.

With a record of 68-2,

the Crenshaw Cobra,

the Mouth of South Central,

L.A.'s own...

Marlon Maxwell!

♪ Look at me I'm a boss, like my... Rozay ♪

♪ Shawty asked me for a check, I told that... like, no way ♪

♪ 'Cause I made it from the bottom ♪

♪ There was nothin' on the way... ♪

Undefeated at 31-0,

the Man from Havana,

the Caribbean King,

Gio...

Torres!

Footsteps.

All right. Come here.

- Can you move? - Yes.

I can do it. Okay, come on.

- Nico! - You can make it out of here. Go.

No, listen. Go in there.

I'm gonna lock you in here. You'll be safe.

Trust me, they're gonna think you escaped.

You just stay as quiet as possible.

This is 20-David. Moving onto the premises.

Structure's got three levels. We got the theater

and balcony above street level,

- storage and boiler room below. - Roger that.

Quiet on entry and move quick. Let's go get 'em.

Unbelievable. Torres is losing badly.

No one predicted this, and whoever says they did is lying.

Maxwell is on fire.

Torres just doesn't look like himself.

This is 20-David. One suspect down.

- Theater, basement level. - Help!

Esther, are you in there?

Help me, please. I'm alone.

Esther, it's okay. I'm a cop. I'm a cop. You're safe.

- I'm in labor. - Okay.

Put your arm around me. I got you.

Let's get you out of here.

Get her to the medic. She's in labor.

Deac!

There he is.

Esther, she's still hiding.

No, she's outside with the EMTs.

Looks like she just went into labor.

We got all of Barkov's crew.

Man, it is good to see you, Schupatz.

It's good to see you, too.

All of you.

Down.

Torres! Two...

Hey. We got her.

Esther's safe.

She's safe.

Five...

Six...

Seven...

He's getting up!

Eight...

Nine...

¿Está bien?

Vámonos guantes.

Torres is turning the tide.

He's seizing control.

Maxwell's in trouble now.

You know, here's the fighter

that I expected to see. Torres taking Maxwell apart.

Down!

Three... Four... Five...

Called a few shots today. Good job.

Thank you, sir.

You know, the more good people we have here at command, the better.

Now, if you've taken a shine to helping oversee things,

I could make some arrangements.

That would be a different career track.

To be honest, I don't see myself in this role much longer.

I mention there'd be a bump in rank? Salary, too.

I mean, that'd be nice.

I just need to be with my team.

You're still gonna try to pass the PFQ?

No, I'm not gonna try. I'm gonna do it.

I'm sorry, Ma. Got held up at work.

Welcome. Dinner's almost ready.

Mom, this is Bonnie. Bonnie, this is my mom, Fei.

I'm so happy to finally meet you, Fei.

You have a lovely home.

It's very inviting.

It's nice to finally meet you, too.

I brought you these. I hope you don't mind.

Thank you. We'll have them for dessert.

Um,

I also brought an offering for the altar.

Victor told me once

these mints were his dad's favorite.

You're very kind to honor our traditions.

I'm not sure how to thank you.

Padre.

Mira.

We name him Jorge.

Congratulations.

Welcome to the world, little man.

So I know this isn't a great time,

but the Cuban delegation is camped out down the hall.

This might be our only chance to talk.

They chartered a flight to Havana for the both of you,

leaving first thing Monday morning.

So I contacted

your immigration lawyer in San Francisco,

and he said he'll be here Sunday night.

Oh, my God.

Thank you so much.

And he was so sweet. He brought me cold medicine

and chicken noodle soup at 2:00 in the morning.

After working a full shift at SWAT.

That's when I knew he was the one.

Victor has always been so considerate.

Excuse me

- while I get dessert. - Sure.

Amazing. I... I've been worrying about this problem for months,

and I had the solution in front of me the whole time. You.

You were the solution.

You won my mom over by just being you.

Victor, thank you. That's so sweet.

I'm gonna find the bathroom. I'll be back.

- Uh, first door on your left. - Okay.

She's nice, respectful, has good manners.

She's an amazing woman.

Uh, Mom, I owe you an apology.

You had every right to be angry.

I should've introduced you to Bonnie a lot sooner.

I owe you an apology, too.

I know it seems like I favor your brother,

and that's because often I have.

I love both of you.

You're each special in your own way.

Jacob reminds me of your father.

So quiet,

so studious.

Maybe I was harder on you because you're like me.

Independent, strong, the rebel of the family.

I would like to get to know Bonnie.

And after tonight,

I know your grandfather would want Bonnie to have these.

Ma...

They're-they're beautiful.

Thanks, Mom.

Hey, what're you doing?

Uh, I was just looking at some pictures of Deon.

- Oh, okay. - I was thinking

maybe life is supposed to be like this,

you know?

My dad was in jail most of my life, and

his dad wasn't there for most of his, either.

That's a tragic legacy...

...but it's a legacy that you, as a black man in 2020,

have the responsibility, more than most, to break.

I don't know if it's my place to say this,

but, hell, I'm gonna say it anyway.

When I became a father, I made a lot of mistakes, just like you.

I found myself

facing a lot of challenges because of those mistakes.

Sometimes I gave up,

got tired of the fight.

But giving up on my kids, even temporarily,

that was the biggest mistake.

Deon's just a baby. He's not gonna remember none of this.

You're not fighting to be the father of the baby,

you're fighting to be the father for the rest of his life.

And, D, I can tell you,

if you don't fight now,

you'll lose the best thing that ever happened to you.

Oh, I'm, uh, I'm sorry, I-I guess I should...

No, no.

Stay. Please.

Look, truth is, I do want to be a father to Deon...

...but I don't have the money for a lawyer,

and I'm scared I'm-a make the wrong decisions.

Being there for him makes up for a lot of mistakes.

And if you need help,

you got two generations of Harrelson men

right here who have your back.

That's right.

Just don't ask me to change no diapers.

Hey, kid, go get your notebook.

We can make a list of the things

that we might need to apply for visitations.

Son.

I appreciate you for letting me back in your life.