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That's a key to this house.

I want us to live together.

What do you say?

You just came around to
the idea of being a father.

I don't want you to stick
around with someone

who can't make that happen.

Okay, stop it.
The only reason I thought being a father

and having kids made
any kind of sense to me

is 'cause I get to do it with you.

There is no family without you first.

Mama Pina provides more than shelter.

She provides these women with hope.

You trying to tell me something?

Taking over the safe house
feels like maybe the change

I've been looking for.

I've been terrified of losing myself

to the person I'm terrified of losing.

But if we can please try this again,

I'd really like that,
because I love you.

I love you.

You don't stop, do you?

What?

I just woke up next to my dream girl.

What more could anyone want?

Mm, clothes.

Clearly optional.

I have to go home and change.

I'm not doing the walk of shame into HQ.

I hope it's okay if we can just...

...keep this between us for now.

Man, I hope that's not
the sound of regret already.

No. Not at all.

It's just...

It's my last day on S.W.A.T., and...

I just don't want it to be
all about this, you know?

Yeah. Of course.

Okay, I have to go before Luca sees me.

You know, I think you should be good.

He and Tan were gonna
surf Zuma this morning.

Heard him leave before the sun came up.

Hey.

Can't believe it's your last day.

I know.

I mean, I'm not complaining,

since it means we get to be together,

but...

20-Squad is gonna be weird without you.

Oh, yes!

It finally happened?

Dude, what are you doing home already?

Waves were blown out, it sucked,

which is totally awesome,

'cause now I am here to witness this.

You got to rein it in, Luca.

I... Don't even think
about any high fives.

Okay, I can still be happy
for you both, though, right?

Yes, you can be happy for us,

but you got to keep your mouth shut.

At least for today.

Once I'm gone from S.W.A.T.,
you can go nuts.

Bye.

Bye.

This is really happening.

Hey, isn't there some kind
rule that says if your proctor

is more than 15 minutes late,

you don't have to take the test?

If you didn't study, just say so.

My apologies. I know
you're stressed enough

with finals,
you don't need any added drama.

Obviously, I'll add more time

at the end of the test to compensate.

Uh, Dr. Winter,

I thought Joseph was
supposed to proctor the final.

I'm not at liberty
to discuss the details,

but I'm afraid Joseph's been dropped

from the university's doctoral program.

Wait, why?

I can't disclose that.

There was a disciplinary
hearing this week,

and a decision was made.

We really should get started.

Put your phones away, please.

Joseph, you can't be here.

How about now?

Change in plans
for the final, everybody.

We're going to do something
a little more hands-on.

After all, it's a chemistry test.

Let's do some chemistry.

No, Joseph. Do you know
how dangerous that is?

What are you waiting for?
This is your final.

Get to work.

Hey, Nichelle,
I got most of my boxes packed,

but I could use a hand
carrying them out.

All right, I'll just need a minute.

You know, I'm starting to think

this place is never gonna look the same.

Your father is moving out,
your girlfriend is moving in.

Did you really expect it to be the same?

No, baby. I'm all about the change.

What you looking for?

Oh, I'm taking
some of the high schoolers

to the Queen Mary today.

They have an exhibit on immigration.

Somewhere around here
I have these little bracelets.

They put pressure on your wrist,

supposed to prevent seasickness.

Nichelle, you ain't going out to sea.

That boat is permanently docked.
You won't need them.

Just want to be safe.

Chaperoning these kids is
hard enough when I'm at my best.

Don't want to imagine
if I'm feeling queasy.

Well, I got some Dramamine from
that cruise that Charice and I took.

Got to be around here someplace.

Uh, no. That's all right.

Baby, I got to go.

Oh. Hey.

Keep this weekend free.
I made some plans.

Oh, yeah? What's the occasion?

It's a secret.

Keep the weekend free
and maybe you'll find out.

Ooh. Well, then, I better
get my butt to work

and earn myself some time off.

Later, Pop.

All right, son.

Don't work too hard,
'cause I'm-a need you

to help me with these boxes
when you get back.

Oh.

I-I'm sorry, I thought
this was one of my boxes.

You can't tell Hondo. Promise?

I'm not gonna lie,

the thought of doing this job

without you from now on...

...makes me a little upset.

Gonna miss you.

I know we haven't
always seen eye to eye,

but, man, I respect your passion,

and your commitment.

The women at that safe house,
they're lucky to get you.

I just hope I can deliver for them.

You will.

And, hey, if you're ever
looking for some extra cash

or miss the action,

I'll always have a gig for you
at my security company.

Actually, Deac, uh, hold up.

I want to give you something.

I been carrying it for a while.

Saint Jude Thaddeus.

Patron saint of hopeless causes.

Since when did you become religious?

I'm not, but, uh, seeing your faith,

and what it means to you,
I don't know, it's, uh...

It's been an inspiration.

Guess I've been
carrying it as a kind of, uh,

"What Would Deacon Do?" token.

You've always been there for me,

you never gave up on me.

And, uh,

I just want you to know
how grateful I am for that.

Thank you.

Let's go.

Here's what we got.

Someone called 911 from one of the labs.

They didn't speak,
but they left the line open.

911 operator heard yelling

and the mention of a gun.

Barricaded suspect, maybe?

College campus,
finals week, people snap.

- Could be anything.
- Yeah.

Campus cops already cleared
the rest of the building.

They couldn't see inside the labs.

Doors are locked,
the windows are papered over.

So pretty much, we're going in blind.

Nothing new about that.
I got the IR ready.

All right. Let's move.

Tan.

What are we looking at?

Picking up eight forms.

Temperature range says they're
all alive, but there's no movement.

Looks like they're all
prone on the ground.

I smell gas.

Yeah, it's strong. Coming from inside.

Okay, they're not moving
'cause they're unconscious.

We got to get them out of there.

Wait, wait, wait. Hey, hold on.

It's an electronic lock.
If you pop that open,

we'll risk a spark.

Whole place could go up.

That'd be game over. Chris, lock.

I'm already on it.

They're running out of air in there.

I'm getting it.

Come on, Chris.

Almost there.

Okay.

We need ventilation.
Chris, Street, open the doors.

Tan, kill the gas.

We got to get them outside.

We need medics with O2 right away,

our location.

No, get it off me. Get it off.

Hey, hey, relax.
Keep your mask on. You need it.

No, I need to tell you,

h-he's dangerous.

Okay, okay. Just slow down,
take it easy. We're listening.

One of my postgrads, Joseph,

he had the students make
a chemical called diflouro.

It's deadly.

As he left, he said,

"All of them would die today."

"All of them"? All of them who?

I don't know. But you got to stop him.

With what Joseph took,

he could kill thousands.

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This is our guy, Joseph Reid.

British citizen. Four years
into his doctorate in chemistry.

Assume we've already got a BOLO out?

The moment the university
gave us his photo and file.

60-Squad hit his apartment,
Becker should be back

any minute with a report.

What about this chemical
he had the students make?

On paper, it's tightly controlled,
illegal to possess.

The ER released Professor Winter,
he's on his way in.

He'll obviously know more.

That man looked spooked,
like this stuff is no joke.

Yeah, and with what
happened to those students,

Joseph's already proven
he's willing to kill.

He already has killed.

No sign of Joseph Reid at his apartment,

but we found his roommate dead, gunshot.

Looked like maybe it
happened this morning.

The deceased is the one
on the left, Robert Li.

The one on the right is the
other roommate, Mark Rodgers.

He's missing.

He probably got the hell out of Dodge.

Our suspect, Joseph Reid, was working

four years plus hoping to get a PhD.

And this last week, university
dropped him from the program.

So we think this is part of
a plan to get back at them?

Look, he wouldn't be the
first academic to go postal.

I already alerted the FBI.

They're working on a threat assessment

focused on the campus.
Now, with finals week

in progress, graduation days away,

I want to put an end to this ASAP.

I would have never before
labeled Joseph as dangerous.

A Cambridge grad,
impeccable academic record.

And he was as smart and
focused as advertised.

When did you start to notice
a change in his behavior?

About six months ago.

He stopped completing his work,

shut himself off from his students,

it was all very strange,
very disappointing.

Did he ever say anything

that might shed light on what happened?

No. I reached out to him,

hoping that he would let
me in on whatever it was,

whether it was-was burnout
or breakdown from stress,

but he just became more detached.

Ultimately, we had no choice
but to drop him from the program.

Tell us more about

this chemical compound
he created this morning.

Methylphosphonyl difluoride,

more simply known as DF.

It is one of two ingredients

in the binary nerve agent soman.

Wait, wait, h-hold on.

You really think he's making nerve gas?

DF has little use
outside of chemical warfare.

That's why it's so strictly controlled.

You said that there
were two ingredients.

Yes, but unfortunately,

DF is the more difficult one to acquire.

The other one is a more common alcohol

used in certain hospital applications.

So Joseph may already have
the ingredients he needs.

I can't stress enough how
dangerous this nerve agent is.

Any contact with the liquid
or its vapors, whether

it's ingested, inhaled

or simply on the skin,
it is almost certain death.

And if Joseph is able to aerosolize it?

Well, like I told you earlier...

...the death toll
could be in the thousands.

I just got confirmation that
Joseph Reid has the ability

to make the nerve agent soman.

A single drop can be deadly.

There's a chance he has what
he needs to make gallons of it.

Then we need to find him,

or at least figure out
what his target is.

Any sign of the missing
roommate, Mark Rodgers?

If he's still alive,
he might know something.

Rodgers is still MIA,

but his father lives in Reseda.

Alonso, you and Hondo pay him a visit.

Check the campus hospital, too.

The only other ingredient he needs

is common alcohol.
They should have it there.

- I'll grab Street and go.
- All right, do it.

In the meantime, I want to dig deeper

into what we know about Joseph.

What, you think we're missing something?

I'm not sure, but I want to find out.

I don't know how you knew,

but I cross-checked intake logs

with our inventory like you asked,

and there's a discrepancy
in the alcohol stores

by several gallons.

Do you recognize this man?

We think he may be the one responsible.

No, never seen him, sorry.

What about the area where
you store the chemicals?

You must have video surveillance, right?

We're gonna need to see the tapes.

Right this way.

You got any vacation plans

before taking over
Mama Pina's safe house?

I wish.

But with the state Mama Pina's in,
there's no time.

Those women need help now.

I'm proud of you, Chris. You know that.

I wouldn't normally celebrate
one of my best leaving,

but I know you're gonna
be an even bigger asset

to this city with what you're doing.

I hope so.

Weird to think I'm just gonna
be a civilian, though.

Mr. Rodgers, L.A.P.D.

We need to have a word
with you about your son.

Cops are out front.
Mark, go to the door.

Do whatever you have to to
get rid of them while we load up.

Come on. Hurry, hurry.

Here.

This guy, he's dressed
like a hospital worker,

but I've never seen him
on this floor before.

Can't see his face.

You have other cameras.
Can you track him?

There. Isolate the elevator.

That's the missing roommate,
Mark Rodgers.

He's in on it.

It's Street.

Hey, sorry I took so long.

I was, I was in the back.

Um, what can I help you with?

Mark Rodgers,
we've been looking for you.

Hondo, he's part of it!

Drop... drop it!

Drop it right now!

It got on me.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Chris, stay away from him.

Help me.

- Do something. Please!
- No, Chris.

Stay back.

Stay with him.

Don't let anybody touch him.

L.A.P.D.!

20-David to Command.
We got it all wrong.

Joseph isn't some lone nut
after his professors.

He's got accomplices.

This is something much bigger
than we bargained for.

Two people from
different parts of the world

conspiring to commit the same crime.

What the hell's the connection?

All indications point to Afghanistan.

Now, as far as I can tell,
the two men met

when they were both arrested
by campus police

during a student protest when
the U.S. pulled their forces

out of Afghanistan last August.

That's about the time Joseph's
PhD work started to falter.

University never pressed charges,

so there was nothing in Joseph's file.

Joseph's a British citizen.

He is. His father's British,
but his mother's Afghan.

He spent most of his life going back
and forth

between London and Kabul.

Okay, so I-I get Joseph's connection,

but how does this
Mark Rodgers kid fit in?

Well, Mark's brother, Brandon,

he served in U.S. Army in Afghanistan.

He was killed in action.

20-year war, no victory,
local allies left behind.

More than enough bad
feelings to go around.

My best guess is that Mark is angry

about his brother's death,
he meets Joseph,

who shares similar rage.

Well, either way, Hondo was right.

This is much bigger than just a student

pissed off at the university.

Evidence recovered from
their makeshift lab

suggests they may have as
many as six of these devices.

And we still don't know what
they plan to do with them,

or who they'll target.

Uh, FBI's already widening their threat
assessment to include the whole city.

This much nerve agent on the loose,

we need to prepare for the worst.

Feeling all right?

Just thinking about how close
I came to being one of those

sad stories of a cop
killed on the last day.

That was never gonna happen.

Yeah, because you didn't let it happen.

Your call saved my life.

Well, I will start thinking of
ways you can make it up to me.

Chem suits?

Hate those things. I sweat like a pig.

After what I saw today,
I might wear mine right now.

Yeah, Hicks wants them
loaded in Black Betty.

Oh, and check these out.

Some kind of antidote?

If it's injected fast enough.

That's the idea, anyway.

Street, do you mind if I
have a quick word with Tan?

Yeah.

Thanks.

I know you're not looking
to spar right now.

No, they're a "going away" present.

My idea was, they're
more than just gloves,

they're a symbol of
how you looked after me

when I was drinking too much
after Erica died.

You encouraged me to
get back in the ring

and punch out that anger,

and, uh...

When I look back at all our times
together,

that's what I remember most.

Well, I'm really gonna miss having

my favorite sparring partner around.

All right, that's enough.

This is getting way sappier
than I wanted it to be.

Deac!

Techs pulled a print from the lab

Hondo and Chris uncovered
at the Rodgers house.

It doesn't belong
to Rodgers or Joseph Reid.

So we got an ID on a third suspect?

Name's Mateen Rozi. He's had a couple

of minor arrests, no LKA.

Employment history says he
does delivery for an Afghan cafe

down on Olympic.

All right, we'll go check it out.

Friends and family of
our community who've gone missing

back home since the Taliban
assumed full control.

But that's not why you're here.

I'm Sergeant Harrelson,
this is Sergeant Kay.

We're looking for one of
your delivery drivers.

Mateen Rozi.

I haven't seen Mateen in weeks.

But it's not unusual.

It's important that we talk to him.
Do you have an address?

No address, but, uh, he was

in a fender bender
recently, right out front.

I had to get all his car info
for the insurance claim.

Sir, would you say
that Mateen is political?

More I would say, uh, conflicted, angry.

Like so many others whose
country has seen decades of war.

Thank you.

I'm gonna put out a BOLO.

Did you ever see Mateen hanging
around with either of these men?

Sure, that's Joseph on the right.

He used to come in here a lot

to send money back to his family.

I'm sorry, why-why here?

When the U.S. left
and the Taliban took over,

traditional banking and
money-wiring services were corrupted.

But I still have ways
to send money back home.

You're part of a hawala.

Exactly. You're familiar.

Yeah. But you said
that he used to send money.

Yes, until his family were
all killed a few months ago.

Was inevitable, probably.

Joseph's uncle was an interpreter

for a unit of Marines.

Despite many promises that
they would be brought to the U.S.,

they were ultimately left behind.

Joseph blames the U.S.,

but it was the Taliban
who showed them no mercy.

Thank you for your time.

You know, looking at this
from Joseph's eyes,

the U.S. is responsible
for the death of his family.

Yeah, when they get left behind
by the pullout, he starts to spiral.

His university studies suffer...

And when they're killed, he snaps.

Commander?

The BOLO on Mateen
Rozi's car just paid off.

That fast? How's that possible?

License plates are automatically scanned

when you enter the
Federal Building parking lot.

It flagged the system
less than a minute ago.

I already got 20- and 60-Squads rolling.

Roger that. We'll meet them there.

- What do we got?
- We found Mateen's car.

Still hot. No sign of him or Joseph.
Maybe he's still inside.

- How many people in the building?
- Close to a thousand.

Evac's underway, but construction has

the whole north elevator bank shut down.

Stairwells jammed like the 405.

Look, I'm not normally spooked,
but I got a bad,

bad feeling about this one.

Becker's team is already making entry.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

All right, we go three and three,

leapfrog our way up the floors.

Mattis, Lopez, O'Neil, start on one.

Dizzy, you, me and J.T.
will start on two.

Let's go! Out of the way!
Out of the way!

A million places to hide a nerve agent,
none of them good.

- Come on, let's go!
- Help!

Somebody help! Over here!

Help! Something's wrong.

It's jammed. It won't open.

We got you. Back up away from the door.

Back up.

Three, two, one.

All right, come on, let's go,
let's go, let's go!

Let's go! Move, move!

- Move, move, move.
- Away from the building. Go.

- Keep going. Hurry. Quickly.
- Go, go.

Keep going.

- Hey, you, brown jacket, hold up.
- Let's go.

25-David. Suspect heading
up the north stairs.

Brown jacket. Move, move, move!

Hands in the air, now!

Turn around.

Mateen Rozi.

Tan.

It's not on him.

What did you do with the nerve gas?

Timer on his phone's running.

It's got less than four minutes.

What happens in four minutes?

Stick around, find out.

Hondo, there're still
hundreds of people in there.

We don't have time to get them all out.

Then I guess we're going in.

Let go of me.

There're hundreds of innocent
people in this building.

If they die, you die. It's that simple.

You can't do this.

Your clock's ticking, Mateen.

You got under a minute
unless you tell me

where you planted the nerve gas.

I saw what this stuff
did to your buddy Mark.

It's a bad way to go, man.
Tell me where it is.

All right, all right.
It's on the fourth floor.

There's a planter box by the elevators.

Where else? What about the others?

T-That's... That's it.
I just brought the one.

20-David to 60-David.

You're looking for a planter box

near the fourth floor elevators.

Copy that, Hondo. Searching.

I found it. I got it here.

There's a timer.

How do we stop it?
How do we shut it down?

There's a yellow valve.

You hear that, Becker?
It's the yellow valve.

60-David. The valve's shut.

Device is secured.

Security footage confirms it.

He came alone with just the one device.

Means this was little
more than a distraction.

There are still five devices out there.

The suspect's phone is a burner.

There's only one phone number
in the call log.

Well, it's probably Joseph's.

He'd be expecting a
confirmation call about now.

Could be our chance to
chase down the other devices.

I already gave Hicks the number.

He's standing by to run a trap

and trace if we can get Joseph
to pick up. It's worth a shot.

Mateen, you're late.

I'm afraid your buddy Mateen's

in federal custody, Joseph.

This is Sergeant Harrelson,
L.A.P.D. S.W.A.T.

I thought we could talk about how

we could put an end to all of this.

No. Words are meaningless.

Hey, look, we know about your uncle.

Your family in Afghanistan.

They promised him.

My uncle helped them for years.

He lived with them,
mourned their losses,

welcomed them into his home.

Then they all left.

They're home now with their families,

while my uncle

and his family were left behind to die.

I'm sorry, but they have to pay.

No, Joseph, listen to me, man.

He hung up.

This isn't political.
It's straight revenge.

He wants payback on the
guys his uncle interpreted for.

The cafe owner said that his uncle

was embedded with a Marine unit.

There's a Marine recruiting office

on the fourth floor of this building.

Well, maybe that's why
he sent Mateen here,

but Joseph's going after the
unit that his uncle worked for.

It's got to be stateside,
somewhere local.

Command to D-team.

Go for D-team.

Joseph turned off his phone
once the call ended,

but we had it long enough
to know he's on the 710,

headed towards Long Beach.

Uh, Commander, we think that Joseph

is going after the Marine unit

that his uncle worked with
in Afghanistan.

Copy that, Deac.
Get 20- and 60-Squads heading south.

I'll try to get you
the information on the fly.

- Roger that.
- Move.

Come on... Everything all right?

Nichelle's chaperoning
a group of high school kids

in Long Beach,
an exhibit on the Queen Mary.

I can't reach her.

No cell signal if she's below decks.

From Hicks.

"Joseph's uncle worked
with 5th Battalion,

"22nd Division. The unit's taking part

"in a celebration today,

"watching Navy ships
come in for Fleet Week.

"From the deck of the Queen Mary."

Hey, Pop, Pop, listen to me.

Is there any chance

Nichelle stayed home today?

No, she was taking those kids,
remember? Why?

I can't explain right now.

No, son, wait a minute.

I hear something in your voice.
Is Nichelle in trouble?

Pop, I don't know. I got to go.

No, no, listen, damn it.

There's something you need to know.

It's the reason she wants
to take you away this weekend.

She wants to tell you.

Tell me what, Pop?

She's pregnant, son.

Sh-She's pregnant?

I accidentally found a test
in one of her boxes.

Now, she made me promise
not to tell you, but...

You got to find her, son.

All right, Chris, Tan,
we're gonna need eyes up high.

- Move.
- On it.

Hey, how do you want to work it?

Let's get on that ship and stage nearby.

You guys lay low. If we find a device,

your squad will handle containment.

Go.

Listen, once we get up there,
if you need to take off

and find Nichelle, we understand.

We got you covered.

Let's just find Joseph.

We put an end to this,
Nichelle will be fine.

Imagine what it
would've been like to pack up

everything you own
and set off across the ocean.

Maybe with nobody waiting
for you on the other side.

I don't know. Doesn't sound so bad.

Come here on a seven-day cruise?

I don't think it was quite as
luxurious as you're picturing.

I think it was a long, tough voyage

until they arrived at Ellis Island.

Which we'll hear about next.

That's a lot of people.

Evacuation routes are really limited.

Means it'll be bad news if
one of those canisters go off.

Then we know what we need to do.

All right, Becker, y'all stand by.

If we find anything...

Give me the signal, we'll come running.

Let's move.

Tan, 11 o'clock, by the red pop-up.

The guy dressed as a maintenance worker.

25-David.
Suspects sighted near the stage.

Green maintenance jackets,
baseball caps.

They just put a device in a trash can.

That's got be how they're hiding them.

20-David to 60-David.

They are targeting trash cans.

I need your team to handle containment.

Hondo, your ten, near the rails.

Joseph! Stop right there!

L.A.P.D.! Out of the way!

L.A.P.D.! Deacon,
you and Street go left.

We've got Joseph.

Out of the way.

60-David. One device deactivated.

Spread out and search.
Check every trash can.

L.A.P.D.! Drop the weapon!

- You good?
- Good.

Go. I'll double back.

Joseph is headed to the port side.

Roger.
We're on Bedar, heading starboard.

- Going hands-on.
- Go.

30-David.

One suspect down.

22-David.

In pursuit along the outer deck,

headed toward the stern.

Roger, Luca. Headed that way.

Give it up, Joseph!

It's over, man!

- Get on your knees! Drop your gun!
- On your knees!

- Down on the ground!
- Drop the gun!

- Down on the ground!
- On your knees!

Give me your hands.

Canister's gone.

He had it a second ago.

Where is it?

He must have ditched it.

Where'd you put the device?

Hondo! Damn it, he dropped it in.

Can you reach it?

No, it fell down into the ship.

How long till it goes?

How long?

Hey, it's got to be 30
feet down from the markings

on the shaft, maybe three levels?

I can't see the timer.

Hondo, if the gas releases in there...

- Whole ship becomes a death chamber.
- Okay.

There's light coming in
close by. Must be a vent.

All right, maybe that's good.
It might give us a chance

to get to it before it's too late.

Get him out of here.
Start evac'ing the ship now.

And send Becker's team in.

Luca, we don't have time to wait. Go.

Listen up, I need
everyone to get outside.

Clear the area, right now. Let's go.

Look, we need to go down another level.

Hondo, what's going on?

Baby, you might be in danger.
I need you to get outside,

off the ship, right away.

I can't without my kids.
What's happening?

Hondo.

Get them and go. As fast as you can.

Over there, over there.

Yeah, I see it. That one.

There it is.

All right, the timer's armed.

Under a minute. I think
I can get to it if I climb in,

but this vent's too narrow all tac'd up.

I got to get this gear off.

- Luca, what're you doing?
- I'm going in after it.

No, stand down. I'll do it.

No way. You just found out you're
gonna be a dad. Has to be me.

There's no time to argue about it.

It's getting narrow in here.

I can't quite reach it.

- Ah...
- We don't have a lot of time, Luca.

Look, the shutoff valve's
just out of reach.

You got the antidote pen on you?

No, h-hold up, Luca.
What are you thinking?

I can maybe grab the release pin,

- but it's probably gonna get me.
- No! No, no way, Luca.

- That is a bad plan.
- Look, it's the only plan.

There's not enough time
left for anything else.

Luca, don't do it.

Luca!

It's closed, but it got me.
Get me out of here.

Luca!

All right, I got you, man, I got you.

I got you.

Luca. Luca.

Hang in there, man, hang in
there. Come on, man. Luca.

Luca, come on. Fight, fight, fight.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come back to me.

Hang in there, man. Come on.

Yeah, t-there he is. There he is.

Luca. Luca. Luca, Luca.

We did it.

No. No, you did it, man.

You did it.

Nichelle.

Hondo, I got to get these kids home.

Their parents are freaking out.

All right. We'll talk when I get home.

I love you.

Thanks.

It's a hell of a last day.

Tell me you're not gonna
miss this all this.

A day like today? Not one bit.

If it's all right, I, uh...

I'd rather just get this
over with. Not, uh...

Not make a big deal out of it,
you know what I mean?

I know.

You know, if I thought there
was any way to get you to stay,

I'd do it.

But you're a legacy at S.W.A.T.,

and that's not going anywhere.

That said...

...I'm gonna miss you.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Ah, I was getting worried.

You're the only one who
didn't come check on me.

I was waiting to get you alone.

Just gave Hicks my gun and badge.

I got something for you.

I've been dreading this moment all day.

If I start crying,
it's just the aftereffects

of the nerve gas, that's all.

My very first day on S.W.A.T.,
ten years ago,

I was heading out
after one of our shifts,

feeling like an outsider,

like I would never be part of the team.

And you asked me
if I wanted to grab a bite.

- Remember that day?
- I remember that.

We went to that funny little
Chinese place down on Spring Street.

You could tell, you were feeling

a little unsure of yourself.

I was freaking out,

wondering if I made
a mistake leaving K-9.

But you, um,

you told me to give it time.

That if I trusted in it,

I'd grow to love it.

What's that?

It's the fortune I got
in my cookie that night.

You kept it all these years?

Yeah.

"With trust and faith in friends...

"...friends become family."

Nichelle.

You all right?

I'm just learning now from the news

how bad things could've gone today.

Well, baby, I ain't gonna
lie. I was worried sick

knowing that you were
that close to all of it.

But you and S.W.A.T. saved the day.

That's got to feel pretty good.

Not as good as this feels.

What?

What's that smile for?

What, I can't smile
at the woman that I love?

What?

You told him.

Well, maybe I let it slip out.

But you were in danger,

and my concern got the best of me.

Sorry, baby,
but the cat is out of the bag.

So? Are you excited?

Am I excited? Look at my face. Yes.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Well, the upside of this is that
now that it's not a secret anymore,

there's no need for a weekend getaway,

which was probably only an excuse

so y'all wouldn't have to help me move.

Okay, you know what, Pop?
You're tripping.

We are taking that weekend getaway.

But I promise you, when we get back,

I'll help you pack the boxes.

I'll toast to that.

Here's to family.

Here's to our family.

We're serving this high-risk warrant

on this guy, big guy.

And we go in.

Next thing he knows, he is facedown,

cuffed, he can't believe it.

And this is the moment I'm waiting for,

we pick him up,

he turns around and sees that it's Chris

that has laid him out flat.

This clown has been taken out
by a woman half his size.

And that might be
my favorite S.W.A.T. memory,

and definitely my favorite Chris story.

I remember that guy.
He was almost in tears

when we handed him off to patrol.

I think Chris broke him.

All right, how much I owe you?

Hey.

Perfect timing.

Well, it's the least
I could do after today.

Still not loving the risk
that you took, though.

Look, it didn't make sense for it

to be anybody but me.

I mean, I'm the only member of this team

without a plus-one, you know?

I mean, you've got Nichelle.

Deac's got Annie and the kids.

Probably not a shocker,

but Chris and Street
have each other now.

Yeah.

I don't have anyone
counting on me, so...

That's not true.

Not if you're gonna be
my baby's godfather.

Are you asking me for real?

Assuming everything goes well.

Nichelle's already signed off.

Luca, we'd be honored if you said yes.

How about "hell yeah," man?

Are you kidding me? Oh, my God.

That's amazing.

- I love you, man.
- Thank you.

- Yeah.
- I love you, too. You guys.

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Hey.

- Hey.
- Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I didn't get the memo
that we were giving gifts.

We're not.

At least, not for me.

I, uh, gave everyone
a little something today,

and this one's for you.

- For me?
- Mm-hmm.

It's the Queen Mary.

Oh, a mini cruise ship. Good gift.

You gave me advice

during that cruise ship
hijacking a few years ago,

and you told me

relationships weren't
impossible with this job.

So the ship's supposed to be a reminder

of that and all the journeys
we've been on since then.

I mean, look how far we've all come.

Yeah.

Now, wait a second.

I know what you got me,

what you got Luca and Tan and now Hondo.

What'd you get Street?

Street gets me.

Ah, aww.

Only had to wait five years.

Hey, guys, listen up.

I know you all have heard
plenty of speeches from me,

but... None ever
as heartfelt as this one.

A lot of people talk about legacy,

few people live it.

But Chris Alonso, you're one of those.

You got to be a good
officer to do this job.

But an even better human being
to do it well,

and to do it with class.

Christina Alonso,

you damn sure have left
your mark on the L.A.P.D.,

and your mark on S.W.A.T.

And you've left an even deeper mark

with all of us here.

So wherever you go,

whatever you do...

...we will always have your back

because we will always be together.

This ain't goodbye.

It's forever.

To Chris.

To Chris.

I love you guys.

- We love you, too.
- I love you.