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Previously on SWAT... You
remember Zepp Construction.

Turns out they got the contract
not by bringing the best bid.

They bribed their
way into the deal.

- How could this happen?
- You're the one

who signed off on the deal.

Look, Bruce, you
can drop the act.

You were the one

who took the bribe
from Zepp Construction,

and then you tried

to throw me under the
bus to cover your tracks.

Nichelle... Have
a nice day, Bruce.

You Hondo?

Jim Street.

You're cutting it a
little close, Street.

And you're in the wrong uniform.

Sorry, yeah, I, uh

hit, like, a
thousand red lights.

Now, I'm not giving
up on you, Street.

But I wouldn't be
doing you or this team

any favors if I kept
letting you slide.

I don't need you
or anybody else.

Hey, I'm here because
I care about you.

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

And an even better human
being to do it well.

It's just been a little tricky

with Street running SWAT
training down in Long Beach.

[siren wailing]

Gather round, kiddos.

Tonight's winner
of the Long Beach

warrant lottery is Cliff Murray,

former biker.

He beat a father of three
senseless this morning

in a road rage incident.

Murray's been known to carry,

but he has not had a
prior in over a decade,

so... should be cut and dry.

- So no fun. Got it.
- STREET: Don't forget,

like we say in L.A.,

"You catch 'em, you clean 'em."

The heck does that
even mean, Street?

Honestly?

- No idea.
- Wow, Hollywood.

Got any more life-saving
pearls of wisdom?

Oh, I think what
you meant to say was

we are grateful to the LAPD
for lending us Officer Street

for the past few months.

Maybe if you actually
listened, Carnegie,

you wouldn't be
coming in dead last

in all the drills he's
been putting us through.

You want to take the
lead on this one?

Your house. I'm
just couch surfing.

Okay, then. 30-Company, tap up.

♪

LBPD! Warrant!

Hands up, Murray.

STREET: Gun!

JONES: Street and Carnegie,
clear the rest of the house.

Give me a two!

CARNEGIE: I got a bogey.

Hey, don't move!

Turn around. Slowly.

Suspect has
armor-piercing rounds.

Dude just lobotomized my shield!

JONES: 30-Company, fall back,

do a secondary on the residence.

Street and I in foot pursuit.

[engine starts nearby]

LBPD! Hold it right there!

STREET: Damn it.

Hey, our target Cliff Murray,

he used to run with
a biker club, right?

Our friend here
with the shotgun's

wearing the same vest.

JONES: Murray rode
with the Spine Cutters

back in the day.
You remember them?

Yeah. Worst of the worst.

Ran the Long Beach
drug game for a while.

Yeah, they were led by a
real monster Sonny Allen.

Man was merciless.

Murdered all his competitors,

- even killed a cop.
- STREET: That's what did him in, right?

He killed a detective,
went on the run?

Spine Cutters fell
apart without him.

Feds came down on
his whole operation,

but they never found Sonny.

Nobody's seen him in
ten years, till tonight.

The shooter with the
armor-piercing bullets

who got away?

That was Sonny Allen.

GRISSOM: Boss?

We found another body.

Damn.

How'd a kid like that
get mixed up in all this?

Doesn't exactly fit in
with the crowd inside.

STREET: - He's a cop.
- JONES: What?

He's not from Long Beach.

He's LAPD.

What the hell was he doing

all the way down here?

Yeah, we... I think
we should change it.

Okay, yeah.[knock at door]

Bruce.

What are you doing here?

I need to talk to you.

I, uh, brought your
favorite bagels.

You good, Nichelle?

Oh, yeah.

Bruce and I, uh, used
to work together.

Can you take those
to the kitchen?

Been a minute, huh?

Last time I saw you,

I was clearing out
my desk at the OIG.

I have a busy day, and
you didn't come here

just to bring me breakfast.

- Say what you came to say, Bruce.
- Taking that payoff

and forging that contract
was stupid and selfish.

You didn't deserve to
get caught up in my mess.

I just want you to know
how sorry I am. That's all.

You almost cost me my
name and my reputation,

but I accept your apology.

Thank you for coming by.

It feels wrong to ask,
and you have every right

to tell me to get lost,

but there is one tiny thing
I could use your help with.

[scoffs] Are you
for real right now?

I had an interview this week
with an accounting firm.

It's a competitive position,

and there's no way
the IG will give me

a good reference.

Is there any way you
can put in a good word?

You and I did some great
things for this city.

That's a lot to ask...

I made a colossal mistake.

But I look around this center,

and I see it's run by someone
who believes in second chances.

I'm just looking
for mine. [Sighs]

Here, they're making the
decision this morning.

Please call them.

I'll...

I'll think about it.

- Look who's back, Hondo.
- You're a week early, Street.

What happened? Oh, did
you miss us too much?

Eh, he was too big-time.

They couldn't keep up
with him down there.

[chuckles] I missed
you guys, too.

Welcome back, kid.

All good?

I wish it was.

Hondo, this is
Sergeant Barry Jones,

Long Beach SWAT
30-Company team leader,

- and my old boss.
- Honored to finally meet the man

who took this hell-raiser
off my hands.[laughs]

Well, we might have got
off to a rocky start,

but 20-Squad is not
20-Squad without Street.

So, what's going on?

Sonny Allen, leader of the
Spine Cutters Motorcycle Group.

At its peak, every drug in
Long Beach ran through them.

STREET: We crossed paths
with Sonny last night.

First time anyone's seen
the psycho in ten years.

The last thing he did
before going off grid was

killed the GND detective
running his case,

- a close friend of mine.
- But he got away from you last night.

STREEET: It could
have been a lot worse.

Dude was stocked with
armor-piercing rounds.

He put two rounds right through
one of our ballistic shields.

A cop-killing biker
with cop-killing rounds.

Why are you bringing
it all the way up here?

STREET: Because at
that same house,

we found the dead body
of an LAPD officer.

Owen Greene.

Graduated Academy last
year, top of his class.

I met Greene once.

He works out of Wilshire.

Wilshire's a long
way from Long Beach.

What's he doing down
there with Sonny Allen?

Selling off LAPD
property, it seems.

Officer Greene's been
working the evidence locker

at Wilshire the last six months.

Last night, he walked out
with a supply of black-tipped,

tungsten-core,
armor-piercing rounds.

LAPD seized them from the
cartel a couple years back.

That must have been what
Sonny was hauling off

in that truck last night.

Greene sells them, then
gets double-crossed.

Whatever he was doing,

Greene took the
LAPD's whole haul.

That's over 700 rounds.

Rounds that can cut through
anything in SWAT's arsenal.

What the hell could he possibly
want with all that firepower?

The only way we're
gonna figure it out

is we do it together.
Bad news for Sonny.

Now he's L.A.'s problem, too.

♪

A statewide BOLO's been
issued for Sonny Allen.

Every cop in Long Beach
and L.A. is on high alert.

We need patrols searching all
the old Spine Cutter locations.

Every second that Sonny is on
the street with those rounds,

innocent lives are in danger.

What about Officer Greene?

Any more info on his
connection to Sonny?

There's no record of an
undercover assignment

or any official LAPD reason
why he'd be in Long Beach.

JONES: Digging into a dirty cop

really the best use
for our time right now?

His involvement. - Raises questions.
- JONES: What questions?

The kid tried to
make a quick buck

and found out what happens
when you deal with the devil.

We find the link between Greene
and Sonny, maybe we find out

why he needed all those
rounds from the LAPD lockup.

Might tell us what he's
planning on using them for.

I have an old C.I.
from my Long Beach days

with one ear to the biker world.

I could pay him a visit,

see if he's heard
anything about Sonny.

That's a good idea,
Street. Take Tan.

I'll get a warrant on
Officer Greene's phone.

It might be able to
tell us something about

- how he spent the day he died.
- JONES: All right, listen,

if Street is gonna go
down to Long Beach,

maybe I'll stay up here.

Hondo, maybe you and I
go have a little chat

with Greene's watch commander?

Yeah, all right.

Hey, um

you mind if I take
Carnegie with me?

That guy's been giving you grief

ever since you started
rolling with us.

I was sent down to
tighten up your squad.

I just feel like I've made
inroads with everyone but him.

To be honest, I don't
know how much longer.

Carnegie is gonna be
a part of the squad.

He's on the verge
of washing out.

I understand he's
coasting right now,

but let me and Tan spend
some time with him,

see if we can figure out
what's holding him back.

If you insist.

- He's all yours.
- Thanks.

Hey, what's the deal
with you and your boss,

always sticking up for strays?

Trust Hondo's instincts.

He was right about
me, wasn't he?

How do we know
your boy's gonna be

worth our time, Hollywood?

Trust me, my guy is solid.

He's a repair guru.

Bikers from every
club come to him

when they can't get their
rides running right.

DINDY: And cops see me when they
want new Ducati parts for cheap,

don't want to know
where they come from.

[chuckles][laughs]

Great to see you, man.

Guys, this is Dindy.

He's probably worked on
every bike I've ever wrecked.

Course, he caused a
lot of those wrecks.

No, you would drag me
onto PCH at 3:00 a.m.

Plus, you were a cop...

- I couldn't say no.
- That checks out.

[chuckles] STREET:
So listen, Dindy,

have you heard anything about

Sonny Allen being back in town?

Lot of ex-Spine
Cutters been by lately,

asking me to tune
up their rides.

Wearing their old cuts, too.

I hate that freaky patch.

Sounds like Sonny's getting
the club back together.

With those black tips,

sounds more like he's
gearing up for a turf war.

I just suped up

a purple Harley for a
guy running his mouth

about "black-tip ammo."

- Called himself Iron Mike.
- CARNEGIE: I've heard of Iron Mike.

He's a black market
weapons modifier.

Guy's a legend.

Give him any gun, any bullet,
he'll make them dance.

Yeah, Sonny would
need special rifles

for the igniting
tungsten in those rounds.

Dindy, did Iron Mike say
anything else while he was here?

Mentioned that biker
dive bar, Rodney's.

Said he wanted to catch
up with some "OG's"

before he left town.

Or maybe he's meeting with
Sonny for one more job.

Hey.

Thanks for coming by, Sergeant.

Yeah.

Listen, we are trying
to get a clearer picture

as to how Officer Greene
came into possession

of the stolen ammo.

He played all of us.

Look, my department will
do whatever's necessary

to help track down those rounds.

Greene scanned his own badge
to get in and out of Evidence.

He made no effort to
avoid the cameras.

He had to have known
he'd be caught.

Probably thought he'd be
halfway to Mexico by now.

Greene finished
top of his class.

His record's impeccable.

You were his C.O.

Doesn't this story
seem off to you?

Yeah, of course it does.

Greene was a perfect rookie.

Great on patrol, well-liked.

Didn't even moan
when it was his turn

to ride the Evidence
and Property desk.

Sounds like he fooled everyone.

Look, Hondo, I know
you met the kid once,

but come on.

I don't know why
you're so pressed

to see something
that isn't there.

We met at his graduation.

He recognized me from
a recruitment poster.

Told me how he wanted to
be a cop his entire life.

I saw it in his eyes, Jones.

The kid had a real drive.

I know it was only
one encounter,

but I was impressed.

I wish I'd met that young man,

but what I see is a bad cop.

Robbing the LAPD, only
looking out for himself.

I'm locking up the
center now, Mom.

Tell Viv Mommy will
be home for lunch,

and I'm bringing
plenty of kisses.

[chuckles]

[gasps]

- Bruce, you scared me.
- Firm just called.

I didn't get the job.
Thought you'd like to know.

You know, I asked if
anyone called on my behalf.

They didn't hear a peep.

No, I didn't call them.

I thought a lot about it,
but I honestly don't think

I could recommend
you for a position

anywhere right now.

- But you promised.
- I said I'd think about it,

and I did.

I don't owe you anything more.

Do you know how hard it was
to even get an interview?

This was my best chance

of getting my head
back above water,

and you couldn't bother to
make a simple phone call.

I am not responsible
for fixing your mistake.

You were happy to stand by
and let me take the fall

for your crime, remember?

So that's what this is, payback?

We were already having
money troubles, okay?

Why do you think I took the
payoff in the first place?

I needed help. I
still need help.

Step back, Bruce.

My life is spiraling, Nichelle.

You took away my only
chance at saving it.

You don't care about
helping people at all.

[exhales sharply]

[rock music playing]

The entire LBPD is
kicking in doors

looking for Sonny, and L.A.
SWAT is just sitting here?

Carnegie, get in your car. You
and Grissom are on the back.

If Iron Mike shows up,
we need to be ready.

We're looking for a biker.
This is a biker bar.

Let's go in and
get some answers.

TAN: Well, Iron Mike
rides a purple Harley.

See any purple bikes out front?

Boy, they made you squeaky
clean up there, Street.

You forget we do things
our own way down here?

How about the right way?

You think you can
handle that, Carnegie?

Please tell me I
was never that bad.

So, how's it been being
back in Long Beach?

I know you weren't thrilled
at being sent down here.

I always looked at Long Beach as

this place where
bad things happen.

You know, all the hell
my mom put me though,

and everything Nate and I
endured in the foster system.

I think it was just
easier to blame a place

instead of the
people who failed me.

But I've been here these
last couple months,

and I gotta say Long
Beach is awesome.

For instance, around
the corner down here

there's this burger
joint Gold Bun.

And my mom used to take me
every Monday for breakfast.

We'd be the first ones in
there. Best day of the week.

Glad you could find a little
love for this place, Street.

Hey, anytime you're craving a
Long Beach breakfast burger,

and Chris isn't feeling
like a 45-minute drive,

- you know who to call.
- Thanks, man.

DEACON: Jones took
a few of his guys

to an old address of
Sonny's he dug up.

- What are you up to?
- I'm going through

all of Greene's arrest reports

from his time on patrol.

Deacon, the Greene I met

wanted to do right
by his community.

That person doesn't
sell ten crates

of armor-piercing
rounds to a criminal.

There's got to be
some explanation

for his sudden
personality change.

You know, Hondo,
your biggest strength

as a leader is the ability
to see the best in everyone.

It's pulled our team together
more times than I can count.

Now, I'm not saying that
your read on Greene is wrong,

but right now we've got a madman
trying to start a biker war,

- and no idea how to find him.
- I know, man.

But something's still not
sitting right with me.

I can feel it in my gut.

[phone vibrating]

The warrant on Greene's
phone went through.

Forensics just sent us the data.

All right, these photos
were sent to Greene

from an unknown number
within the last week.

And this text was
sent yesterday.

HONDO: "You're out of
time, Officer Greene."

"If I don't have those
black-tips by tonight,

this is the last image
you'll see of your niece."

You were right.

Greene wasn't dirty, he
was being blackmailed.

And whatever Sonny's planning,

it sounds like it's
gonna happen soon.

[rock music playing]

We have eyes on
the purple Harley.

It's gotta be Iron Mike.

CARNEGIE [over radio]:
Finally. Let's scoop him up

- and get some answers.
- Carnegie,

stay in your car
and cover the road.

Tan and I will
handle the suspect.

STREET: Damn it, Carnegie,
what did I just say?

He made you.

[tires screeching] TAN:
Hey, stop the bike!

LAPD. I need to borrow this.
Please, move, move, move.

All right, all right.

STREET: 26-David, in
pursuit of suspect

going southbound
on Shoreline Drive.

TAN: Copy, Street. I'll
try to head him off

from the other direction.

[horn honks]

STREET: Tan, he just
hopped the median.

Damn it. Man, he really
suped up that Harley.

[tires screech]

STREET: He's making a
break for the freeway

by cutting through
a parking garage.

I can't keep up on this thing.

TAN: There's an exit on
the Ocean Boulevard side.

I'll meet you at the top.

[siren wailing]

[tires screech]

Step away from the bike and
show me your hands. Now!

Does that count as you
catching him or me?

Definitely me. Iron Mike,

we've got a few questions
for you about Sonny Allen.

Deacon and Tan
are digging deeper

into Officer Greene's phone.

His sister and her daughter

have been placed in
protective custody.

I'm just gonna spit it out.

You were right about
Greene. I was wrong.

Look, Jones,

your gut wasn't far off.

Greene might've stole those
rounds to protect his family,

but he still stole them.

My gut is mostly

fire and ulcers these days.

You know, you kept a cool head.

I can see why Street
looks up to you.

[chuckling] You know, I-I
almost washed him out?

I just didn't...
He drove me crazy,

running around like he knew more

than everyone else, you know?

But right before
I could cut him,

Buck Spivey swooped in

and whisked him up
here. Now look at him.

He's training my guys,

teaching us things that
I didn't even know.

You took a chunk of coal

and molded him into a
true diamond, Hondo.

I'm not about to
take all the credit.

He got his fire from somewhere.

You must be proud of him.

I am.

You got quite a rep
south of the 710, Mike.

Heard you once rigged a
pump-action to shoot grenades.

Now, why would anyone need that?

Well, maybe they wanted
to blow something up,

but, you know, Daddy never

taught them how to
throw a fastball.

[chuckles] I do aesthetic
work for private collectors.

I don't know what they
do with their pieces

on their own time.

"Aesthetics," that's good.

But it didn't keep you from
taking a little souvenir,

though, did it?

Found that in the
bag on your bike.

STREET: We know you got
it from Sonny Allen.

Is he one of your "collectors"?

- Never heard of him.
- STREET: I think he's

more scared of Sonny
than he is of you, sir.

Well, he should be scared of me.

I'm an LAPD commander

looking for the killer

of an LAPD cop.

And I can see to it that
every body that drops

because of a gun you modified

comes right back to your feet.

I guess you'd better call my
lawyer if any bodies turn up.

- Is that right?
- STREET: The M.E. found

something quite
interesting, actually,

on Officer Greene's body.

Tungsten residue.

Same stuff in the
rounds Sonny stole,

the one we found on your bike.

You know what that
means, don't you?

Sonny killed Officer Greene
with a gun you modified.

At the very least,
that makes you

an accessory to the
murder of a cop.

And without Sonny,

the judge is gonna
throw everything he can

at you, Mike.

I told him not to
use those rounds

to take out the cop!

[inhales] Look,

he just showed up at my house.

Sonny freakin' Allen.

He told me to modify five rifles

to fire tungsten-core
black-tips.

I made him a test gun last week.

I delivered the
rest this morning.

What does Sonny
need the guns for?

He said he wants to restart
his entire drug operation.

Told me Spine Cutters would
be up and running by tomorrow.

Like he never left.

The market's been run by major
new players in the decade.

Sonny's been MIA.

How does he think he's
pulling a comeback overnight?

I'm not sure,

but other players got product,

and he needs product,

and Sonny takes what he wants.

The Spine Cutters were one
of the largest drug ops

in Southern California.

If Sonny's looking
to regain that title,

he's gonna need a lot of drugs.

Yeah, and he won't just
target one rival club.

He'll target all of them.

Long Beach is about to
become a war zone. Hey.

I saw no mention of tungsten

in the M.E.'s report
on Greene's body.

That's 'cause I made it up.

Come on, "Iron Mike"?

That guy wishes he was as hard
as the criminals who hire him.

I could tell he needed
just a little taste

of serious time to crack.

- That was a good read.
- Yeah, well, I learned from the best.

Okay, thank you.

Oh, my God.

Sheila, are you okay?
W-What happened?

I'm fine. I-I came
back from lunch,

I found the door like this.

The police are on their way.

- Did they take anything?
- No.

But...

[Nichelle sighs]

Our cameras catch anything?

I checked, but they were
blacked out with spray paint.

Nichelle, who was that
creep from earlier?

[groans] An old coworker

who blames me for his
life falling apart.

Thank God you
weren't here, then.

Do you think, I mean...

Like, would he do
something like this again?

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

JONES: GND identified
six rival strongholds

that Sonny may be targeting.

Undercover intel
confirms that each one

is fortified and may
be housing narcotics.

But there's no way
of knowing which one

the Spine Cutters
will hit first.

If Sonny's planning
a full-scale attack,

he'd need a base of
operation of his own.

We might be able
to help with that.

While doing a deep dive
into Greene's phone,

we found a tracking app
running in the background.

Turns out, it was
installed the morning

of his meeting with Sonny.

Whatever Greene was tracking,

he brought it down from L.A.
to Long Beach that night.

It left the Spine Cutters' house
right after SWAT's arrival,

traveled south, until finally
landing in one location.

Hasn't moved since.

STREET: So you guys are thinking
Greene bugged the ammo crates

he took from the
evidence locker?

Well, if that's the case,
he was probably planning

to drop the ammo, get
his family to safety

and then send the police
straight to Sonny.

DEACON: Greene never
stopped being a cop,

even with his back to the wall.

[electronic trilling]

The tracker is pinging from this
abandoned industrial complex.

It's got the seclusion
to house his soldiers,

and the size to process the
drugs he plans to steal.

I mean, this has to be
Sonny's new base of operation.

Let's gear up and take
this bastard down.

Hondo's already
prepping both teams.

Sonny's reign of
terror ends today.

HONDO: All right, listen up.
The name of the game is speed,

stealth and safety.

The Spine Cutters got
enough armor-piercing rounds

to take out a small country.

We move fast, we move quiet,

we don't let them get
a single shot off.

Because our vests and shields
will not protect us if they do.

And if we do see a Spine
Cutter with a modified rifle?

Then you take him down
before he takes you down.

DEACON: Now, we'll approach
by foot to avoid detection.

30-Company from the
east, us from the south.

Greene's tracker is still live.

- That's our target.
- TAN: Hey, Street.

How's it feel to be rolling
back with 20-Squad again?

Feels like home.

I just wish we were
crashing something fun,

like a pizza party.

[chuckling]: It's good
to have you back, Street.

♪

Powell, now.

[tracker beeping]

Tan, you're up.

[device beeping]

♪

Two, one.

Move, move!

♪

The hell is everyone?

Grissom,

take Gill and Post, clear
the rest of the building.

Tan, Powell, cover them. Go.

[steady beeping]

[objects rattling]

Deacon.

[beeping stops]

This is Greene's tracker.

All the ammo crates are empty.

Black-tip rounds are gone.

Sonny's already on the way to
whatever he needs them for.

That explains why there's
no narcotics here.

Just empty stations
to process them.

Found something.

All these paths end
up in the same place.

Where the hell is.

TAN: 25-David. We got a rabbit!

Single gunman, Spine
Cutter colors.[gunfire]

GRISSOM: 31-Charlie. Suspect
is armed with a modified rifle,

and is firing wild!

Cover! [Gunfire]

POWELL: 28-David,
suspect is down.

Everybody okay in here?

Jones? Hey!

Jones![groaning]

[grunting]

Carnegie, what are you doing?
Call for a medical unit!

35-Charlie, we need an
emergency medical evac.

Hey, it's okay.
Stay with me, Jones.

Stay with me.

Jones!

[Jones wheezing]

♪

[ambulance doors close]

[sighs] DEACON:
Building's clear.

Sonny and his people must've
left before we got here.

Sent Tan and Powell back to HQ
with photos from the garage.

Maybe they can find
where Sonny's headed.

How's Jones looking?

Round blew right
through his vest.

Medics wouldn't say
one way or another, but

it can't be good.

And you?

How are you holding up?

Fine, I'm just
feeling... everything.

I'm worried about Jones,

Sonny's still out
there, and 30-Company...

Carnegie is seeing
nothing but red right now.

He's ranting about knocking down

every biker's door in Long Beach

until someone
points us to Sonny.

If he keeps that up,
it'll tear apart the team.

They're all hurting,
and vulnerable.

They need someone to pull
them together right now.

Jones was that person to them.

Well, then you got to
step up and do it for him.

I-I wouldn't even
know what to say.

We teach you
anything up in L.A.?

Leadership doesn't
come to everybody,

but it does to you.

We've seen it.

Jones sees it.

STREET: The thing is,

Jones hated me when
I was on his squad.

That was part of the
reason I was so excited

to go back down, you know?

To show him how
much I've changed.

HONDO: Street, he knows.

And right now, he needs
you to pick up his team.

Now, Deac and I are
gonna head back to L.A.,

help track down Sonny.

You stay here, and
you make Jones proud.

CARNEGIE: Fine. Sit around,
holding hands, doing nothing.

I'll find the monster
behind this on my own.

- Hey.
- Hey! Get lost, Hollywood.

This is family business.
Doesn't concern you.

Just leave me alone.

Look, you said this is
family business, right?

- Jones is family to me.
- You really think

you have any idea what we're
going through right now?

Yeah, I do.

20-Squad lost an
officer in the field.

Before that, I lost
my brother on the job.

So I can tell you
with certainty,

tearing through every
biker bar in Long Beach

is not going to make that anger
you're holding on to go away.

It's also not going to
help us find Sonny Allen.

I don't even know what
I'm so worked up about.

Jones is going to wash
me out. You know that?

I do. But he doesn't have to.

Don't care either way.

You know I went through
the foster system?

I moved around so much,

it got to the point where every
time I went to a new home,

I just assumed it
wasn't gonna last.

Made it easier when
things didn't work out.

I think that you have found

a real family in 30-Company

where you actually fit in.

And you're trying so
hard to sabotage it

'cause you think you're
protecting yourself.

But you're not.

How'd you handle all that stuff?

Teammate, brother.

My team came through.

We rallied around each other.

And right now,

your squad is feeling
just as frightened

and angry as you are.

And the only way that you're
all gonna make it through

is together.

[phone vibrating]

Yeah.

Street. I think we know
where Sonny's heading.

STREET: What'd you find?

We dug into the
addresses on the map

from the Spine Cutter warehouse.

One of them caught our eye:

Miller's Crematorium.

What the hell's Sonny
want with a crematorium?

HICKS: Well, it turns out they
burn more than just bodies there.

Miller has a contract
with the city of L.A.

for the disintegration
of illegal narcotics.

Once a year, all
the seized drugs

from the LAPD's evidence locker

get sent to the furnace
for safe disposal.

We're talking coke, meth,
fentanyl, the whole alphabet.

Transported, of course,
in an armored truck

protected by a Metro escort.

And let me guess,
that day is today.

That's why Sonny needed
the black-tip rounds.

He was never going to
rob other bike clubs.

He's robbing the LAPD.

When's the truck
scheduled to leave?

HICKS: It's already left.

We'll radio the driver,

and I can turn Hondo and
Deacon back your way,

but the truck's already
crossed into Long Beach.

You're closest.

I'm here with 30-Company now.

HICKS: All right, you're
rolling with them.

I already cleared it with
the Long Beach commander.

And Street?

End this.

♪

Sonny's got a head start on us,

so when we land, our
mission is containment.

Keep Sonny and that
truck from going anywhere

until backup arrives.

We'll be under heavy fire,

so we need to minimize
ourselves as targets,

but still move as a unit.

Otherwise, we'll be
picked off one by one.

So stay together
while being far apart?

- Sounds like a proverb.
- It'll work.

Long as we have
each other's backs,

and trust whoever
calls the shots.

We're down Jones.

You guys don't have
a second-in-command,

so who's stepping up?

Don't milk it, Hollywood.

You know there's only
one person who we'd trust

to lead us through this.

- Let's do this for Jones!
- OFFICER: That's right.

[siren wailing]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct shouting]

[gunfire]

[shouting continues]

Grissom, Post, Gill,
get to the hostages.

Carnegie and I will
lay cover fire for you,

push 'em back.
Don't stop moving,

- don't stop shooting.
- About time.

Let's move!

[gunfire continues]

[grunts]

Back to the truck.
Let's go. Move!

Take cover behind the
front of the truck.

- I'll draw their fire.
- You'll be a sitting duck.

That's when you'll
take the shot.

I trust you. You trust me.

That's the only way this works.

[shouts]

[grunting]

[shouts]

[both grunting]

[straining]

[grunts]

[both grunting]

[choking]

[horn blaring]

Yeah, that's right, there's
not just one squad after you.

[both grunting]

[brakes squeal]

Deacon, move.

Out of the truck.[grunts]

On your stomach.

[both grunting]

[yells]

[grunting continues]

[muffled grunting, shouting]

Stay down.

He's all yours, Street.

On your stomach. Give
me your hands now.

[flex-cuff tightens]

It took ten years,

but, Sonny Allen,
you're under arrest.

Sonny'll be processed here

before being transferred
to Long Beach.

He's gonna pay for every
crime he ever committed

in both cities.

[sighs] Hell of a day, huh?

Jumping on a runaway truck,
not exactly squeaky clean.

Guess you still have
a little Long Beach

in you after all, Hollywood.

[chuckles]

You did good out
there, Carnegie.

The first thing I'm telling
Jones when I see him

is he needs to keep you on.

If you want that, that is.

I'm not going anywhere.

I don't think my team could take

any more shakeups.

It's time I try putting
down some roots.

Street.

I just got off the phone
with Long Beach General.

Sergeant Jones did
not survive surgery.

We locked horns,

but he never made it personal.

- He was a good man.
- DEACON: He was old-school.

One of the best.

HONDO: How are
you gonna break it

to 30-Company, sir?

Well, I'll just...
STREET: I will.

Should be me.

All right.

♪

[car beeps]

Unbelievable.

What are you doing at
my house, Nichelle?

Waiting for you.

I didn't want your wife to
hear what I have to say.

Someone vandalized
my center today. So?

Wish I could say I was
sorry to hear that.

I know it was you.

You got proof?

Didn't think so.

Now, get off my property
before I call the cops.

The outside cameras were ruined,
but after a break-in last year,

I've kept a private one
running inside my office.

I'd argue it's an even
better view of the crime.

Guess I had it coming, right?

Must be thrilled.

What happens now? You already
send this to the police?

No. You really got
to me today, Bruce.

Not because you tried
to manipulate me,

but because, for a
very brief moment,

you made me feel
like I was someone

who didn't believe
in second chances,

and that is something
I have dedicated

my whole life to offering.

So, let me be clear,

this is your second chance.

I will not show this
video to my husband,

but you will never
contact me again.

You will stay away from me,

and you will stay
away from my center.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Bruce, I truly hope that you

land on your feet one day.

No one should be defined
by one bad decision

if they're willing to
learn from it and change.

Hey. Hey.

What are you still
doing hanging around?

[sighs]

You know, just
haunting the halls,

thinking about things.

You fired me right
here, remember?

That was a long
time ago, Street.

Yeah, it felt like the worst
day of my life at the time,

and I had some bad
days before that

and worse to come.

I really am sorry about Jones.

He was proud of you, Street.

Told me himself this morning.

I know it doesn't make his
loss any easier, though.

Thanks.

Watching you pick up
his team up today,

hold off Sonny on your own,

I'm proud of you, too.

I never thought of
myself as someone

who could call the shots
like that, you know?

You've always understood
family, Street.

You grew up having
to make your own,

so you know the power in it.

Even when you were running
off, ignoring my orders,

you only did it because
you wanted to help your mom

or brother or Chris.

After today,

they feel like family, too.

30-Company, I mean.

I'm worried about them.

You taught me

to be a SWAT officer,

and then you taught
me to be a leader.

Right now, they need a leader.

You're gonna be staying
down in Long Beach for good,

aren't you?

Yeah, I'm taking the
open slot on 30-Company.

I owe you,

this team,

everything.

It saved me.

I'm not sure I-I know how to

leave it behind.

Teams come and go, kid.

They're never perfect forever.

But when 20-Squad was perfect,

it was perfect. [Laughs]

I know that's right.

Wow.

I never thought the
screw up I had to fire

would be the one I'd have the
hardest time saying goodbye to.

Will you do me a favor?

Can you just

let the team know for me?

I really, I-I-I
don't think I can do

a whole farewell thing.

Can you do that?

As long as you promise me

you'll give 'em hell
down in Long Beach.

You show 'em what
SWAT's really about.

It's about kicking ass, right?

[chuckles]

[exhales]

Where you going
with all your stuff?

Saw you packing up your locker,

talking to Hondo,

and we all know what you
and the Long Beach squad

went through together.

It's okay. SWAT officers
don't say goodbye.

Bad luck.

Yeah, I, um...

I figured I'd just
bow out of here,

finally give you
a chance to shine.

Please. You're only leaving

'cause you'll never
get promoted over me.

When I first came here,

you and I,

we were the team babies.

We could've turned
on each other,

fought for Hondo's attention,

but, instead, you
became my best friend.

Nothing's ever
gonna change that.

We made each other better.

Yeah.

I'm gonna miss you, man.

And, hey, I mean, I
still live in L.A.

It's not like we're not gonna
see each other all the time.

This isn't goodbye.

How's this?

Chris and I will have
you over in a few weeks

for the engagement party.

Just don't say anything yet.

Especially to Chris.

♪

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