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Previously on SWAT...
POWELL: He used to be on SWAT?

Deac set him up with a job
as head of security for one

of the big studios.
I do my job and I do it well.

Marcos?
Cops and good faith
don't go together.

Me and you working together
ain't a good look.

Never will be.
Don't think I'm gonna bail

your ass out every time
you can't solve a case.

Don't think
I won't pull you over

if I see your
taillight out.

(sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

Mr. Kay?
Yes.

David Kay,
Elite Protection.

Max Lewis, Junior Exec,
West Coast Events.

Sorry about the wait.
We've been hearing

a number of pitches
from security firms today.

End of the day,
we're way behind.

It's quite all right. And
my partner Owen's out of town,

so I'll be the one
handling the presentation.

Don't mind my asking.

San Gabriel Festival
has used L.A. Gold

for security the last few years.
Why, why make the change now?

Eh, let's just say
there's a reason

they call themselves L.A. Gold.

We're set up down this way.
You got everything you need?

Yeah.
Okay.

I think you'll find
we offer a...

high-quality security package
at a much more reasonable rate.

(Sanchez speaking nearby)

Sanchez?

All right.
What are you doing here?

It looks like the same thing
you are, man.

I started my own security firm
a few months back.

Yeah, Deac and I
rolled together on SWAT

before I decided
to pursue other ventures.

You might've heard of us,
RJS Protection?

Yeah, we're the ones who
ended up nabbing your video game

convention client.

What can I say?

If you can do the job better,
and do it cheaper...

I'm just joshing you.
Yeah. It's a, it's a good one.

Don't want to keep them waiting.

Yeah.
We'll be in touch later, man.

Looking forward to hearing, Max.

Oh, uh, Deac?
Good luck.

You're gonna need it.

NICHELLE:
Wow, that smells so good.

Those the pork chops
from Tuesday?

Oh, yeah, baby,
and the corn and the potatoes

and the green bean casserole
Sheila dropped off.

Mmm. What you can do
with other people's food,

it's amazing.

Your mom said she'll be here
by 7:00 in the morning.

You want to drop me off on your
way in for my first day back?

Baby, I'm sorry, I can't,
I got to be at the job

at 5:30 in the morning
for a debrief with the Feds.

They're running
some big operation.

Hmm, that early?

Must be important.
I don't really know
much about it.

The DEA's kept it
tight under wraps.

Hondo, come here.

The IG sends out congratulatory
letters when an officer

hits five, ten,
20 years of service.

Near the bottom.

40 years,
Commander Robert Hicks.

Can you believe it?

Hicks was sworn in
as an LAPD cop

exactly 40 years ago tomorrow.

Baby, I doubt Hicks wants anyone
making a thing out of this.

This is no small
achievement.

You can't let
a milestone like this

pass by without
acknowledging it.

You know what, you're right.

I'll text my team.

I'm pretty sure we can cook up
something for tomorrow.

Thank you.
Yeah.

HONDO:
I had no idea

Sanchez had his own
private security firm.

Yep, RJS Protection.

I'd heard of 'em, I just never
made the connection to Sanchez.

He snagged one of our
bigger clients recently.

Couple smaller ones, too.

I read his pitch book
he left behind.

He-He's offering
cut-rate prices.

I'm not sure how he's
managing to stay afloat.

Doesn't sound like a recipe
for long-term success.

No, and get this,
Owen reached out

to some of our industry
contacts last night.

Sanchez is going around town
trash talking our company.

He's telling our clients that,
that I'm a full-time cop.

My head's not in
the security game.
That's low.

What are you gonna do?
Well, I texted him.

I asked him to drop by later.

Said I'd like to talk to him
about something in person.

How'd it go?

They're not the
friendliest bunch.

So, hey, it's Hicks'
40th anniversary as a cop.

What are we
thinking of doing?
Was gonna have him

stop by Rocco's for a beer.

Y'all could be there
to surprise him.

What about that cigar lounge
down off of Pico instead?

That might be
a little quiet for Hicks.

You think so?

HICKS:
20-Squad!

60-Squad,
listen up.

Meet DEA Agent Mack Boyle,

former LAPD
Narcotics officer.

Now he's the leader of the
DEA Narcotics Task Force.

This is his special
response tac squad.

Ace, Naomi
and Red.

(quietly): 20 bucks if you ask
him why they call him Red.

(chuckles softly)

You two have
something to add?

They've requested
assistance

on their gang sweep
this morning,

so we're rolling out
with them.
Sorry.

Text said
5:30, right?

It's 5:26.
BOYLE: In our
world, if you ain't

15 minutes early, you're late.

Every police report
filed in the past week,

mapped by location.
We have a hot spot.

9th Street
between Oak and Orange.

Muggings, carjackings,
robberies.

BOYLE:
It's a crime wave,

and we know who's causing it.

Los Nueves.

HONDO:
Los Nueves are typically known

as one of the more low-key gangs
in that area.

Not anymore.
Ever since

they got into
the heroin-dealing business,

they've become
increasingly violent.

Now, we have
warrants

on two apartment buildings
on 9th Street,

where we believe the guys
are stashing their supply.

HICKS:
We're gonna serve 'em
simultaneously

so they don't have time
to warn each other.

BOYLE:
There's a good chance
these guys have lookouts,

so we're gonna get them
detained first.

Make no mistake-- Los Nueves,

they're just small-time dealers,
corner hustlers.

We should be in and out
in a flash.

Luca.

(sizzling)

Powell.

(rapid beeping)

HONDO:
Deacon, Street,

this is you.
Eyes open for lookouts.

The rest on me.

(groaning)

Hey, 30-David, heads up.
These guys are dressed

for battle.
HONDO:
Roger that.

Eyes peeled,
everyone.

(groans)

Red, he's yours.

All right, keep moving.

LAPD! Gun!

LAPD!
POWELL:
LAPD!

Hands in the air!

Hands in
the air!
Coming out.

Don't shoot!

LUCA:
Marcos?

What are you doing here?

RED:
Hands over your head!

(grunts) Easy, man.
What the...?

RED:
Stop resisting.

POWELL:
Come here.

Check out that arsenal.

(flex-cuff tightens)

These guys are arming up
for something big.

Small-time dealers, my ass.

Deacon, Street,
suspect in the courtyard

headed for the fence.

LAPD!
STREET:
Don't move!

Gun!

Do not move.

Get down!

Shorty?

It's Officer Street.

What, you know him?
Shorty.

Marcos Guzman's
little brother.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(helicopter whirring)

You know me and Shorty
ran with the Perros.

We ain't Los Nueves.

You were in an apartment
leased by Leandro Garcia,

a known member.
And we have a warrant.

So where is he?

Where is he?

Hey.

Shorty says that
girl's your cousin?

Muriel.

Only 18, with a
baby on the way.

The door you
kicked down--

that's her man's place. Leandro.

She ain't seen him in two
days, so she's tripping.

We just came to help her get
her stuff and get out of here.

(crashing nearby)

(indistinct shouting)

HONDO:
Get back!

Stay at your posts! We got this!

Let me go! It's him!

It's him! Leandro!

Leandro!

Hey!

Are you hurt?!

Can you get out?!

Need you to get out
of the car, slowly.

Get away from the door.
Hands in the air.

What's he got in his hand?
Put your other hand up!

Hands up!
Put your hands up now!

Leandro!

Right hand!
Three fingers severed!

Hey, get those
EMTs down here!

Leandro, you're going
into shock. Stay with me.

The Zamora cartel sent
soldiers from Mexico.

They made me name names.

They're gonna kill our families.

There are Zamora cartel
soldiers in the U.S.?

DEACON:
That's why the Nueves

are stockpiling weapons.

They're expecting the cartel.

They're getting ready
for a street war.

Looks like it already started.

POWELL: This is the work
of the Zamora cartel?

DEACON:
They've been terrorizing
Northwest Mexico

for a decade. They seized
power by gathering up

all the family members
of a rival cartel,

and burning 'em alive
in a pole barn.

Their way of making
a statement.

Sancho Zamora.

Cocaine kingpin.

Government's been pursuing
him for years.

I heard Sancho hasn't left
Mexico since the late '90s.

So why's he suddenly sending
soldiers to L.A.?

Well, the Feds don't think
he did. At least, not directly.

Meet Ulan Zamora,
Sancho's only son.

The DEA suspects
that he's the one responsible

for bringing the drugs
to the streets here.

Apparently, he's trying
to expand his father's

cocaine business
into black tar heroin.

Think he's been working
with Los Nueves to do it?

If so, the gang should be
flush with drug money.

Why have they been wreaking
havoc the last few days--

all-all these
muggings, robberies,

like they're trying
to raise cash?

Looks like Los Nueves
aren't finished yet.

Got a strong-arm
robbery a half hour ago

and a holdup at
a credit union.

Both within a mile
or two of 9th.

Powell, get on the horn
with Dispatch.

Have uniformed officers
start taking a closer look

at ATMs, banks,
cash-heavy businesses.

You think your boy Marcos knows
more than he's letting on?

It's always
a possibility.

All right. Grab Luca
and take a run at him.

You got it.

LUCA:
What started

the cartel's beef
with Los Nueves?

We need to get to
the bottom of this

before people get
killed, Marcos.

You got about 15 Nueves
locked up, right?

Ask one of them.
You were charged

with resisting arrest.

DEA's not releasing anyone

until they get
to the bottom of this

and we figure out
what's going on.

Well, you see, now,
that's messed up.

Me and Shorty ain't got nothing
to do with this.

(door closes)

Ballistics came back
on the gun Shorty was carrying.

It was used in an armed robbery
eight years ago.

Left the store owner paralyzed.

I guess Shorty somewhat matches

the suspect's description.

Eight years ago?
He was 12.

That piece might have been
resold ten times

in the last eight years.

Shorty's gonna have to enter
the system to make his case.

I'm sorry.

If they get him on attempted,
that's 15 to life.

I didn't want Shorty to run with
our crew in the first place.

I knew I had to find
a way out for us.

So when our cousin
found out she was having a baby,

I thought now's a good chance
for us three to get away.

STREET:
That explains the suitcase

you were helping her pack
this morning.

We got an aunt in Ohio who rents

a two-bedroom above her garage.

Said she'd rent it to us cheap.

LUCA:
Why were you leaving today?

How'd you know
the cartel was coming?
If I tell you,

will you put a word in
for Shorty?

Get Muriel
in protective custody?
I'll tell you what.

You tell us what you know,

and we'll go pick up
Muriel ourselves.

As for Shorty,
we can only promise

that we'll talk to the Feds on
his behalf. I mean, we'll try.

A few months back,
this vato rolls up on Shorty.

Said he works for some man
down south named Z.

Told Shorty he heard
our set has a rep for keeping

things tight, and Z needs
a partner here in L.A.

Shorty turned him down.

We knew Z meant Zamora.

Didn't want nothing
to do with no cartel.

A while later, the Zamora cartel
and Los Nueves struck a deal.

The relationship between
Los Nueves and the cartel--

when'd it go sour?
Last week.

Los Nueves sent
a truck full of cash to Mexico

to pay the cartel
for the product they had sold.

But... the truck got hit
outside of L.A.

Three million gone,
just like that.

So that's why Los Nueves
had been scrambling for cash.

They're in debt
three million to the cartel.

MARCOS:
Which means the cartel's
gonna be coming to collect.

We knew we had to
get Muriel outta there.

Do you have any idea
who hit the truck?

Yeah.

Your boys at the DEA.

I expected you earlier, Boyle.

I needed to debrief my bosses.

Quite the haul
this morning.
Oh, I'll say.

We confiscated 53 firearms.

AK-47s, AR-15s,
six sawed-off shotguns,

two submachine guns,
and a machete to boot.

And not to mention a dozen
or so drug dealers

we got off the streets.

You told us this was a
crew of common hustlers.

With an arsenal like that,

my officers could've been
walking into a deathtrap.

If you knew this gang
was cartel-affiliated,

why was SWAT kept in the dark?

Because we didn't know anything.
We had a suspicion.

Is that so?

Because the way we heard it,
the DEA knew quite a bit.

At least they knew enough
to stop a Nueve-operated truck

on the I-5 carrying
a cash load of $3 million.

Yeah, we didn't think anyone
knew that we had the truck

and driver in custody.

And that is why we couldn't
keep SWAT in the loop.

We wanted to keep
the circle tight.

Well, you didn't keep it
tight enough, Mack.

Yeah, well, to be honest,
I was just following orders

that came down from on-high.

You got to love the DOJ,
always so respectful

of their superiors.
Yeah, you know...

No, Mack, you know...
Hold up, hold up.
There's more you ain't sayin'.

The reason the DEA chose to
put the squeeze on Los Nueves

and take their money.

You were hoping to force
Ulan Zamora to L.A.

Where'd he go to school?

A place that teaches you

when you force
a violent person to act,

innocent folks can get
caught in the crossfire.

Ulan Zamora is worth the risk.

Now, by all accounts,
he is worse than his father.

Whoever crosses him,
he has their families murdered.

Expectant mothers, kids
hacked to pieces, put in acid.

He's a first-rate sadist.

Now, my bosses, they want
to nip his career in the bud

before he ever
gets a grip on power.

Ulan pops up in L.A.,

we finally got a shot at him.

And you get a nice
little feather in your cap.

We all will, Sergeant.

(phone vibrating)

HONDO:
Yeah, what's up, Street?

STREET:
We were headed to the hospital

to pick up Marcos's
cousin Muriel,

but the patrol cop
assigned to protect her

just told us she's missing.

Somehow she vanished.
She get abducted?

Not sure.

The officer said Muriel
went to the ladies' room.

20 minutes later,
he went to check on her,

and she was gone.

DISPATCH: All units.

Armed robbery
at First River Bank,

521 Vermont. First unit
on scene, please advise.

That's half a mile from here.
That's Nueves' territory.

22-David, I'm with 26-David,
responding to the bank.

DISPATCH: Hold on, 22-David.

We just got word the suspect

has fled the bank
in a gray sedan.

The manager slipped
a GPS tracker

in the bag with the cash.

Can you upload
its signal, Dispatch?

We just did.

It appears the suspect's
moving westbound on Mason.

You guys need to change course.

Already on it. Left here.
Left, left, left, left.

(tires screeching)

Okay, where's
the tracker now?

Arthur Avenue,
on the overpass. Hang on.

Looks like they stopped.
STREET: Call you back, Hondo.

Be careful.

They must have
ditched the tracker.

It'd be around
here somewhere.
Yeah.

Under the bridge.

We know it's not enough.
Give us time.

Don't hurt anyone else.

Please, please, not my baby, no.

Two for the price of one.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

LAPD! Drop the weapons!

(gunfire)

(Muriel crying)

He's still with us.

No.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Muriel. Muriel.

Come on. It's okay.

If we don't get them
their money,

we're all in danger, okay?

They're going to kill
our families.

Let's get you
someplace safe, okay?

STREET: What's the latest?
If the Zamora cartel's

targeting families, we need
to contact every relative

of Los Nueves we can trace,

but it's hundreds of people.

Can't protect them all.

Hey, our injured sicario,
he say anything

before he went into surgery?

I asked him where the cartel's
hiding out in L.A.,

but he just said,
"Me van a filetear vivo."

Loosely translated, means
"they will filet me alive."

Red and I just
managed to ID him.

Turns out, he's Ulan Zamora's
right-hand man.

Which means
the DEA's plan worked.

Ulan's got to be here in L.A.
Gonna get this up to my boss.

Thanks, Powell.
Yeah.

Warming up to our pals
from the DEA?

At least they're on
our side now. Hey, real quick.

A vice cop I know
used to work with Hicks.

She tipped me off to this.

"LAPD 1989 Men of the Year."

Is this what I think it is?

Mr. September'll make
a hell of a conversation piece

honoring Hicks tonight.

STREET (laughs):
Oh, man. This is great.

You know, I gave Buck a call.

He's gonna pull together
some old Hicks stories.

Greatest hits.

I figure if you can't
laugh at yourself after

40 years on the force,
when can you?

I heard we ID'd
our cartel soldier.

What're you hiding
behind your back?

Nothing.

Give it to me.
Don't make me.

Come on, knock it off.

Something you
wanna tell me, Street?

Is there anything I can say
that would make this not weird?

No.

I spoke to Agent Boyle
on Marcos's behalf.

And unless he and Shorty
have some way of

turning Ulan over to the Feds,
there's no deal to be made.

So you and Luca
should tell 'em.
We will.

Get back to work.

Yes, sir.

DEACON:
Look, Muriel,

I know you're scared.

But becoming an accessory
to armed robbery,

that wasn't the answer.

Well, someone had to
try to stop them.

Until the cartel
gets their $3 million back,

all of our families
are in danger.

It's just a matter
of who Ulan Zamora

wants to punish first.

I don't know how I'll ever
be free of him.
Free of Ulan?

What do you mean by that?

This baby is his child.

Does Ulan know?
What about your boyfriend?

No. That would
only make things worse.

Only my cousins know.

So both Marcos and Shorty,

they've been keeping
the secret for you?

I don't have a father.

Growing up, Marcos was
the closest thing I had.

Always looking out for me.
He still does.

He said he was gonna
take me and Shorty

across the country,
to escape all of this.

Do you have any idea
where Ulan Zamora is in L.A.?

When was the last time
you spoke?

The night he
did this to me.

Leandro's boy Rafael,

he took me and Leandro
to Mexico for the holidays,

said he had some business
to do with a guy named Z.

That's Ulan Zamora.

Rafael is the one
who cut the deal with him.

Okay. What's Rafael's last name?

I don't know it.

I spent months

thinking about what
happened that night,

but I'm sure
Ulan had me drugged,

and he raped me.

I'm so sorry that happened,
Muriel.

And look at the text that was
sent right after New Year's

with a picture,
it's Ulan taunting me.

Thanks for this.

Someone will be in to
check on you shortly.

Hey. The 15 Nueves
we picked up earlier,

do you know if one
of them is named Rafael?

Not that I see here, why?

Muriel said that one of the
gang members named Rafael

is the one who cut
the heroin deal

with the Zamora cartel.

All right, well, if this
is the guy who made

the $3 million deal
with Ulan,

there's a good chance Ulan

holds him responsible
for never getting paid.

Have Powell track down Rafael.

I'll tell the DEA.
All right, no problem.

All right.
Oh, hey, Sanchez was supposed
to meet me here an hour ago.

Mm-hmm.
Yeah, well, he blew me off.

Now he says he's got
a ten-minute window,

provided I go meet him.

Don't go easy on him.
Oh, don't you worry.

STREET: Listen to me, Shorty.
The Feds say

unless you can deliver
Ulan Zamora to them

on a silver platter,

there's no deal.
Ain't no way, man.

You said you'd help us
if I helped you.

LUCA:
We said we'd try.

I know how we could get to Ulan.

Wait, what're you talking about?

If I tell you this,
I won't be safe.

You won't be safe
in here either.

If Shorty talks, can you keep
him out of general population?

LUCA:
Yeah, we'll make arrangements
to get him his own cell

as soon as we walk outta here.

You'll be safe, Shorty.

It's okay.

Find the number to
J's Used Car Lot.

When I turned down that vato
from the cartel two months ago,

he said if we changed our minds,
to call the same number as J's,

except the last digit
on his number was a six.

Even if we get in touch with
this guy, what're we gonna say?

We only have one carrot
to dangle in front of Ulan

that I can think of.

He's about to become a father,
and doesn't know it.

Muriel told you?
STREET: She told Deacon.

Now we take it to the Feds,

we see if there's
a deal to be made.

Get me outta here, Marcos.

Whatever you got to do, bro.
Just get me out.

So none of the Nueves in custody
are gonna help us ID Rafael?

He's got to be
Ulan's next target.

They're probably hoping
he already split.

We've been trying to reach out
to every family member we can,

but a lot of their phones
have been turned off.

I'm afraid we're
coming up short.

You think the cartel
got to them?
Don't know.

Powell's keeping a log
of when and where

the phones went dark.
All right.

Oh, and, Hondo,

I got it on good authority
that today's significance

in my career is not lost on you,
and that there may be some sort

of gathering in the works.

Sir, 40 years on the LAPD,

that's something
to be real proud of.

Well, this isn't about pride.

Barb hated the thought
of me working this job

into my 60s.

So 15 or so years ago,
I cut her a deal.

I told her when I hit my
40th anniversary as a cop,

I'd retire.

So in an alternate version
of my life,

if she were still alive,

we'd probably be off
to Jamaica right about now.

Commander, what I remember
of Barb is

she'd just want you to be happy,

Well, I am happy.

And I'm not going
anywhere either.

No, celebrating today
just makes me think about

what I've lost,
so whatever you're planning,

I'm asking you
to call it off.

It's just another reminder
that I'm closer

to the end than the start.

Okay?

DEACON: Thanks for carving time
out of your schedule

to meet me.
Anything for an old friend.

All right, so you said you want
to discuss something in person?

Yeah. We need to
get something straight.

Owen has heard
from multiple sources

that you've been dumping on our
security company in meetings,

disparaging my work ethic.
Easy, tiger.

I never disparaged anything.

Telling clients that
my head's not really in it,

that I'm a full-time cop.

Well, that part's true,
isn't it?

I mean, it's not like the
security firm's a top priority

for either one of you.

You have SWAT,

and from what I've heard,

Owen's playing a lot of golf
in Florida.

Look, it's one thing
to snag a client

by beating us
fair and square,

but to do it by tearing us
down, that is unethical.

Come on, Deac, man,
this isn't personal,

it's business.

Well, I'd rather
lose my business

than to make money
doing it like that.

(scoffs)
Have fun working the music
festival for your new client.

Yeah, we didn't get
the contract. L.A. Gold did.

I'm sure that makes you
at least a little happy.

(car door opens)

(door closes)
Take it easy, Deac.

Okay, if this guy answers,
everything you got to say

is laid out right here.
Yeah, I got it.

I tell him I'm
Muriel Guzman's cousin.

She's pregnant with Ulan's baby,
and needs to see him tonight.

Okay, the cartel are gonna want
to take control of the meeting,

so whatever location they pick,
just agree to meet Ulan there.

Phone company says the number's
active, but untraceable.

You ready?

Not until I know we got a deal.

Commander's working on it still.

Then I ain't calling no one.

Offer from the DEA.

They drop your resisting
arrest charge, and when Ulan

is captured, you enter Witsec,
with a healthy stipend to boot.

Shorty, too, right?

They only agreed to let Shorty
enter witness protection

if he's cleared of
the charges against him.

That'll take months.

And how do we know he'll
be cleared, huh? No way.

If Shorty ain't
part of it, no deal.

(Hicks scoffs)

Commander, you mind if we,
uh, try to twist Boyle's arm?

Be my guest.
Come on. Let's go.

Nice work, gentlemen.

At this rate,
we'll have Ulan locked up

and still be home for supper.

I'll be upstairs
monitoring the call.

The deal the Feds
are offering Marcos,

it's got to include
his brother Shorty.

Shorty Guzman's
facing serious charges.

There's a legal process.

Eight years ago,
Shorty was 12,

and a foot shorter than the
suspect the witness described.

It wasn't him.

Now, Shorty is helping Marcos
inform on the heir

to a ruthless cartel.
Yeah, you tell Marcos

we're making a deal
with him,

not every relative that
ever got a speeding ticket.

Have him make the damn call.
No.

Marcos won't do it unless
Shorty's included in the deal.

Well... (clears throat)

I will resubmit the paperwork,

but even if the
higher-ups agree,

it'll still be over an hour
for the offer to be redrawn.

In the meantime, let's get
this show on the road

while Ulan's still in town.

(line ringing)

He ain't gonna pick up.

Just give it a sec.

(line ringing)

ARMANDO: ¿Quién es?

This is Marcos Guzman.

I'm Muriel Guzman's cousin.

Muriel knows a friend
of yours named Z.

She got some news a while back

that she's having a baby
and Z's the dad.

She thought he'd want to know.

ARMANDO: Who the hell
did you say this is?

(whispers):
Text him the photo.

Marcos Guzman.

Check your phone.
Just sent you a text.

ARMANDO: What's she want? Money?

She wants to meet Z
and talk it out.

Well, that's not gonna happen.

Not till you go through me.

All right.

Where and when?

There's an old machine shop

on the corner
of Santa Ana and Hill.

30 minutes.
Just you and the girl.

Paperwork better be ready
for me to sign when I get back.

LUCA: I just got word
from the deputy warden.

They're moving Shorty
to a single-room cell.

He's gonna be safe.

(indistinct P.A. announcement)

GUARD:
Open six!

(buzzing)

Not sure whose ass
you've been kissing,

but enjoy, cupcake.

Close six!
(buzzing)

HONDO:
We need ears inside. It's the
only way we can keep you safe.

Now, the recorder's built
into the button.

(phone vibrating)
Just try not to think about it.

Powell, what's up?

This Rafael we've
been trying to find.

The Nueve who brought
Muriel to Mexico

and cut the deal with Ulan.

We think we ID'd him.

His name is Juan Rafael Perez.

You sure it's the right guy?
POWELL: 100%.

We've been reverse-image
searching

Muriel's picture of him.

Finally hit his social media.

DEACON: All right,
send unis to scoop him up.

We tried. He's gone.

Checked his place,
called his sisters,

his mother's restaurant
in Southgate.

We can't find him or his family.

The Zamora cartel's
infamous for holding grudges.

If Rafael's the guy who
personally cut the deal

with Ulan--

DEACON: All right,
let's just pray that Rafael

and his family are
hunkered down somewhere.

Keep us posted.

I'll fill you in later.

When this guy sees
Muriel ain't with me,

won't he know something's up?

You just tell him that
Muriel wants to meet Ulan.

No one else.

Once this guy trusts you
are who you say you are,

that's when you ask
about Ulan's whereabouts.

Now, he's not gonna give you
a straight answer,

but you keep your cool,
you keep him talking.

He's bound to give something up.

All right, you know
where you're headed.

Half a block down the street.

Now, the DEA is listening in,

Street and Luca are
posted up just outside

in the back alley.

Now, if anything goes sideways,

you work the word "Domingo"
into the conversation,

they'll move in.

Just remember to try
and stay calm.

Yeah. I'm straight.

I'm good.

Go.

(sighs)

HONDO: Is he headed in?

As we speak.

(microphone crackling)

Bueno. Follow me.

Where's the girl?

She wants to meet Ulan.

ARMANDO:
I bet she does.

He clean?

He's not packing, Armando.

He wearing a wire?

Gonna have to search you.

Take off your clothes, chico.

What'd you say to me?

ARMANDO: He says we
need to search you.

Relax.

It's just how we do things.

Look, I got a scared
cousin out there

who wants to talk
to her baby's father.

Where's he at?
He's playing anger.

That's a risky move.

Yeah. Should we pull him?
No. No, not yet.

We can't lose our shot
at Ulan Zamora.

You think I'm some punk, huh?

Take it easy.

No, you take it easy, ese.

Keep your pants on.

I believe you.

I told Ulan what you told me.

He remembers the girl.

He wants to know what she wants.

She wants him to know
he's having a son.

Oye esto, jefe.

Ulan has just arrived
into town.

He wants to meet her.

Get her here. We'll take you.

Where's he at?

He has some business he wants

to personally handle first.

Domingo!

HONDO: Luca, Street. Move in!

(gunshots)

(grunts)

LUCA: LAPD! Hands!

Get over! Get over!

Don't move.
Get over.

Give me your hands.

Deceased male, GSW to the chest.

Grab his phone.
He just called Ulan Zamora.

We got his number.

Powell. Texting you
Ulan's number.

POWELL:
We're uploading it now.

The scrambler Ulan's
using won't let us

narrow his location
past a square mile.

Looks like he's in Southgate.

That Rafael guy in the wind,

where'd you say his
mother's restaurant was?
Southgate.

(screaming)

Faster.

(sobbing)

Please, no!

Why are you doing this?

Ask your son.

(sobbing)

What do we know?

Two entrances
on the three side.

Blue pickup
down the block.

Ulan's in there.
This is it.

You all ready to do this?

Let's go.

Red, clear right side.
Got it.

Ace, Naomi, one side.

Stand up, Rafael.

Tell me...

where's my $3 million?

I don't know.

I don't know.
I swear to you, Ulan.

Just leave my family
out of this.

You brought them into this

by making a deal
with someone like me.

We all have family, Rafael.

You shame me before my father,

my family...

now I do the same to you.
(torch hissing)

You do the honors.

No, no. Please.

Please.

(screaming)

Don't make me, please.

Please...

Activating.

Powell.

Red, stay back, cover the door.
RED: You got it.

Hold.

I got eyes on Ulan Zamora.

Two other armed men,
looks like seven hostages.

We got to get closer
before we advance.

Boyle, cover the kitchen.

(chains clinking)

(Ulan speaking Spanish nearby)

(woman sobbing)

No?

(speaking Spanish)

You hear something?

Heads up, Boyle.

Armed suspect coming your way.

(grunting)

(whispers):
DEA. Don't say a word.

Red, I need cover.

Do you smell lighter fluid?

¡Levantense!

Go. LAPD!
(screaming)

On the ground!

(grunting)

It's all right. Stay down.

(flex-cuff tightens)

Ulan's in the closet. I got him.

You got no one.

(gunfire)

Suspect down.

Ulan Zamora is down.

(indistinct radio chatter)

DEACON:
Hey, here's the good news.

The owner says we could
eat here for free for life.

Hope she knows how hungry we
get after a 12-hour shift.

What's the bad news?

Who said there was bad news?

(both chuckling)

How'd things go with Sanchez?

I said what I needed to say.

He explain himself?
I guess I didn't
really give him a chance.

I got so worked up hearing
that he was badmouthing

the company
I'd worked so hard for.

Here I thought he was gonna
come to you, hat in hand,

to apologize.

You know, Sanchez does have
a lot to offer in his own way,

but he could learn a few things
from a guy like you.

I'll catch up to you.

Truly thought I was
about to meet my maker.

You're still here, aren't you?

(phone vibrating)

Hey, baby.

Hey, before I take off,
do you want me to pick up

a bottle of scotch
for you to give

to Hicks at your get-together?

No, there's no need.

Hicks found out
and he blew it all up.

He says celebrating
40 years on the force

just reminds him
of what he's lost.

Well, that's a shame.

He's missing out.

So are you guys.

I mean, people don't always
get a chance

to express what someone
means to them.

A day like today
is about thanking someone

who's always done his best
to have your back.

You know, baby, you're right.

Yeah, go ahead and pick up
that scotch.

I'll see you there.

Heard you got picked up
in that bust this morning.

You a Nueve?

I hear you
ain't a Nueve.

Yo, let me be, man.

I hear you been talking
to the cops this morning.

Been getting treated
real good, too.

Have 'em treat this.

(gasping, gurgling)
(blade clatters)

What's up now?
Everybody hit the wall!

Go on, hit the wall!

I need a medic!
(indistinct chatter)

(gurgling)

LUCA:
They just want us here

till you sign
all the paperwork,

then you're free to go.

And Shorty?

STREET:
He'll be transferred out

soon as we send it
over to the jail.

(knocking)

Can I see you two for a second?

There's no easy way to say this.

Uh, Shorty Guzman's
been murdered.

Murdered? What?

How? By who?

We had them put him
in his own cell.

Apparently he was moved.

We're working to get
to the bottom of it.

I promise, we will.

Red is gonna break
the news to Marcos.

I, uh...

regret to inform you that

your brother Shorty
has been killed.

Wait, what?

I'm sorry.

(door opens)

(door closes)

I need to go back
and talk to him.

I think you better not.

You said he would be safe.

You said my brother'd be safe!

You killed him!

Good night, fellas.

BOTH:
Good night.

(laughing)

I hope you know
I didn't drive here

so that you could read me
the riot act again.

No, I-I know.

I stand by what I said,

but that's not why
I asked you to come.

You know, I've been
thinking a lot about

what you've been able to pull
off these last few months.

Starting a company from scratch.

And, uh, I got to say,
it takes guts.

And the ability to rub elbows
that not a lot of people have.

What're you getting at, Deac?
Well, I was thinking.

With your contacts in
the entertainment world,

and my early access
as an active SWAT sergeant,

to security conventions,

we'd make
a pretty unbeatable team.

What are you talking about?
Like a company merger?

Okay, this is not
what I was expecting.

We obviously have
our differences.

(chuckles)
But...

I really think that
if we partnered up,

we would do things ethically,

we'd win contracts
with our own merits,

do things the way we-we
try to do things here at SWAT.

The right way.
What about Owen?

You still have
a partner, remember?
Like you said,

Owen takes a lot of golf trips.

I have a feeling that

he'd jump at the chance

to become a minority owner.

Sanchez, this could
be a game changer.

For both of us.

Different skills...

but I really believe that
we'd complement each other.

Just need to iron out
some details.

When can you get started?

How about tomorrow?

I was hoping you'd say that.

Okay.

(chuckling)

Surprise!
Surprise!

Ah...
Congratulations.

40 years on the force.
What an achievement.

(sighs) Oh, wow.

Well, to be honest,
I had a lot of moments

along the way where...

I didn't think I'd make it.

And I should've known

you don't always listen
to your superiors.

Only the ones who scare me.
(chuckling)

Commander, seriously,
I just wanted to say,

I've been fortunate
to have a few good mentors

in my professional life
who've shown me the ropes,

taken me under
their wings, but...

everything I've learned
about being a public servant,

I mean a true public servant,

I've learned from you.

Congratulations on
40 damn fine years.

Thanks, Hondo.

That means a lot.

Yeah.
But if you two think

I'm sharing any of this scotch
with you,

you got another thing coming.

OTHERS:
Surprise!

(cheering)

HICKS:
Damn it!

(cheering and applause)

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