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Previously on SWAT...

Let's go say hi to Grandpa.

- Hondo's working.
- Mm.

And I have to get over to
the center before it opens.

It's no thing at all.

The deck's been stacked
against you forever.

You come from a family of
croos and shady characters.

Your father killed a cop.

But you don't let any

of that affect your work.

One of our videos
somehow went viral.

And Lincoln Gate's
manager asked us

to open for the northwest
leg of their tour.

That's amazing.

- Who are they?
- Thomas's parents.

Did you tell Thomas he
should drop out of college?

Drop out? No.

He wanted to defer a semester.

Well, my parents and I
got into a huge fight.

I think you need to go
home to your parents.

- Why?
- They came to HQ and...

So all three of you were
conspiring behind my back?

Okay, I don't have to listen
to what any of you have to say.

Not bad.

Guess you did a lot of the
driving on Oakland SWAT.

Okay.

Solid handling.

All right, let's take her home.

You ready for a little
something extra?

Whoa!

What the...?

Where'd you learn how
to drive like that?

Playing Grand Theft Auto most

of my childhood, naturally.

Seriously?

Wow.

When's it our turn, boss?

Level 12 of your
driving modules, Ryan.

- How many levels are there?
- Eight.

In other words,
you'll never learn it.

Now, back to transport.
See you at HQ.

I told you she could drive.

We still have 15 minutes
before we need to go in.

You want to give it a shot?

Damn right I do.

Think you're up
for that last move?

Harder than it looks, huh?

Aah!

Damn it!

- Ah.
- Oh!

Oh, yeah.

Hicks is gonna have my head.

A recruit wrecked a Charger
last week. He was livid.

Just tell him his favorite new
hire did it. He'll love that.

This isn't funny, Gamble.

I'm already taking heat over
how I'm running SWAT Academy.

Ugh. I'm so screwed.

I don't know how
I'm gonna fix this.

I might have a solution.

Just...

give me a minute.

Good morning, beautiful.

Morning.

Mm.

Did I miss my mom?

Yeah, she came and grabbed Vivie
while you were in the shower.

She and your pops are taking
her for pancakes this morning,

some place - your pops raves about.
- Oh.

Arnold's. Well, let's see
if my pops is still raving

once they get our
little girl amped up

on syrup and whipped cream.

They're about to have
their hands full.

Hey, speaking of...

You know your mom
will never complain,

but I think watching Vivie
all the time is getting

to be too much for her.

We really need to make a
decision on which day care.

Well, baby, you
know where I stand.

This place is clean,
structured and safe.

Checks all the boxes.

Hondo, they have a panic room.

The main entrance
had metal detectors.

Okay, so they're
serious about security.

That's not a bad thing.

I don't have a
problem with that.

In fact, it's one of the
main selling points for me.

It's a kiddie prison.

Rules everywhere.

The only thing missing
are guard towers.

Cuddlebugs is so much warmer.

More friendly.

No bars on the
windows, less padding.

They promoted free play.

Nichelle, these kids
were running wild.

And the director looked
at me like I was nuts

when I asked about
security protocol.

Hondo, you know my mom
and dad bubble-wrapped me.

They were the OGs of
helicopter parenting.

Never giving me freedom

to make mistakes, to
fail, to get hurt.

All the things kids need to
do to figure out who they are,

to build confidence.

And it seems to have
worked out just fine to me.

You are one of the
most confident,

well-adjusted people I know.

No, not during my teenage years.

When I met my first mean
girl, got a bad grade...

I was a hot mess.

These early years are crucial.

Which is why I want
to keep our baby safe.

Babe, we can't protect her
from absolutely everything.

Does that mean we shouldn't try?

I got to go.

We'll talk more
about this later.

I love you.

♪ It's a long way home.

You know, Powell,

there's no caffeine benefit

unless you actually pour
it in a cup and drink it.

Sorry. I spaced out there.

What are you listening to?

Oh, a song.

Thomas, my son... he
wrote it... about me.

Kid wrote a song about you?

I'm assuming it's a nice one.

It's really nice.

Why so glum, then?

We had a falling out.

I waited his whole
life to meet him,

and now I think I've lost him.

I want to make it right.

I just... I don't know how.

Did you tell him that?

I don't want to make it worse.

I think he just needs time,
you know, to cool off.

Well, from a dad who's
stumbled through parenting

and made a few
mistakes along the way,

you open to advice?

Wide.

Call the kid.

What's the worst that can
happen? He ignores you?

The most important thing
is, you'll showed you care.

You won't regret it.

Yeah.

You're probably right.

Well...

Thanks, Commander.

Relax. It's going
to be so much fun.

If you think a sore back's fun.

Why are Americans so
into camping, anyways?

Sleeping on the ground with only
a flimsy tent for protection?

Because of nature, fresh
air, the sound of waves.

Ah. Hmm. Seaside Inn
has the sound of waves

and a private bathroom.

Nightly wine-tasting,
too. Check it out.

Vasu!

Hey, Hondo, I should be at
HQ in about a half hour.

Just finishing up at the
hospital with Victoria.

She's getting what
should be her final MRI.

Yeah, yeah, doctor
said she's doing great,

almost as if she was never
born with a hole in her heart.

Yeah, feels like this
chapter is finally over.

Help!

- He's been shot!
- Hondo, I'll call you right back.

- Someone help us.
- My boyfriend's been shot. - We need help

- out here.
- Okay.

Help him, please.

I got it.

Come on.

He's got a gunshot wound
to the chest. Are you okay?

I don't know.

This might be Vasu's
blood. Is he okay?

Hey, they're doing everything
they can. Tell me your name.

- Anu.
- Anu, what happened?

I don't know. We
were just driving.

Some men started shooting
at us from a car.

- Did you get a look at them?
- Not really.

They looked Indian.

Okay, look at me. Look
at me. How about the car?

Anything...?

- It's them!
- Get down!

Come on, come on.

Hey.

- Deac, what happened?
- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm good.

Three gunmen just opened
fire outside the hospital.

They fled eastbound on Olympic
in a silver Honda Accord,

no plates.

We got to get these guys, Hondo.

They don't give a damn
about collateral damage.

How's Annie and Victoria?

They're okay. They're
on their way home.

They were on the other
side of the building.

They didn't hear a thing.

What do we know?

Anu Bose and Vasu
Singh were the targets.

They're UCLA grad students.

They've been dating
about a year.

Vasu took a gunshot
to the chest.

He's heading into surgery.

Anu's arm was grazed.

She appears to be okay,
physically at least.

You get a look at the shooters?

South Asian, medium build,
five-nine to six feet.

I put out a BOLO on their
car. See what that gets us.

Hey. How you feeling?

Anu,

this is Sergeant Harrelson.

He's also with LAPD SWAT.

I'm sorry you're
going through this.

I don't know what I'll do

if he doesn't make it.

Why would someone do this to us?

Well, we're gonna try
to figure that out.

Do you have any idea

why these men started shooting?

Maybe you cut 'em off?

You think it could
have been road rage?

We have no idea, but we have
to consider all possibilities.

Is there any other
reason you can think of

why someone would want
to hurt you or Vasu?

No.

We're just students.
It makes no sense.

You haven't received
any threats recently?

There's no jealous exes

out there that
might be to blame?

Vasu's my first real boyfriend.

Anu? Anything can help
us. Anything at all.

It might be my imagination,

but I could've sworn
I was being followed

a couple weeks ago.

It was a different car,
but I kept seeing it

at least three or four times.

Do you remember any
details about it?

I took a photo the last time,

so if I saw it again,

I'd know for sure.

Do you mind showing that to us?

I'm gonna send this over to
Powell. She can run the plates.

The faster we put an end
to these guys, the better.

- What the hell is this place?
- Trust me.

Oof!

This is bad. You said
it was just a ding.

This ain't just no ding.

Can you fix it by
end of day or nah?

It's gonna be tight.

Promised Omar I'd
do his suspension

and Ingrid I'd fix
her transmission.

- Don't worry, then.
- Hey, hey, come on, come on.

Just making you beg.

But I got to know,

how'd you wreck it?

I told you already,
training exercise.

Mm-hmm. You know she's the
best driver around here, right?

Used to be tearing up
the streets around here

like nobody's business.

Never even scratched a car.

Which is why I know
you, my friend,

wrecked this car. Not my sis.

He's your brother?

Twin, actually.

Although you wouldn't know it.

Haven't seen her ass

since Ma's birthday weekend.

You said you'd be
coming on Sunday.

Just fix it, Leon,

and don't mess with anything.

As if I would.

- It'll be done by 2:00.
- Okay.

Oh, hey, uh...

I got all this ramen inside.

I bought way too much at Costco.

- You want some?
- All good. Just the car.

How about your boyfriend?

I'm not her boyfriend.

- Don't engage.
- Hey.

Don't forget, you owe me.

Owe him what exactly?

- Don't worry about it.
- Course I'm worried.

We just brought a police car

to what looks like a chop
shop, and a known criminal

says we owe him.

This isn't ideal for me either,

but we don't have

a lot of options, do we?

How about a thank you?

What's up? Any hits
on our shooters' car?

Not yet, but check this out.

The female victim
told Hondo and Deacon

that she was recently
being followed.

Took a photo of the car.

Turns out it's registered
to a company called

Angel City Investigations.

Yeah, I've heard of them.

They do mostly P.I. work...

digging up dirt, spying
on cheating spouses.

How about hired hits?

Think they would
cross that line?

You know, Hondo and
Deacon are still out.

I'm gonna reroute 'em over
to Angel City Investigations,

- see what they can find out.
- Copy.

Hey.

Did you call Thomas yet?

No. I think it's best
to leave him alone,

let him cool off.

Negative. Call him. Trust me.

Please leave a message.

Hey, Thomas, it's me.

Look, I'm sorry I
couldn't let you stay.

This is all so new
to me, too. I just...

I'm just trying not to screw up.

I hope we can get through this.

In the meantime, I'm-I'm...

I'm really enjoying the song.

Anyway, just reach out
whenever you can, okay?

Look.

I know it wasn't an easy ask,

and I'm grateful you
stepped up. It's just...

I checked Leon's record
when you joined the team...

grand theft, forgery,
six months for assault.

Your brother Judd's got an
even more colorful history.

I'm aware.

Which is why I keep my distance.

It's hard to leave the cop
at the door, so I stay away.

The less I know, the better.

Can't be easy.

It isn't.

Did you get something
back on the shooters?

No, it's just one of
the day care places

Nichelle and I
have been scouting.

My mom's been having hip pain,

so it's been harder for
her to chase Vivie around.

Plus it's probably time
for Vivienne to hang out

with people her own
size. Only problem is,

Nichelle and I can't seem
to get on the same page

about where to send her.

There's nothing easy

about leaving your
kid with strangers.

And the older they get,
the less control you have.

You're always gonna worry
about who they're with.

Well, that's why I've been
running background checks

on the staff at Cuddlebugs.

That's the place
Nichelle really likes,

but everything's been
coming back clear.

- Normally, that's a good thing.
- Deac, the place is like

a kiddie-run asylum,
man. Total chaos.

I just want somewhere
more secure for Vivienne.

No, and I get it. We've seen
some terrible things out there.

You just want some
better walls for Vivie.

Exactly. Exactly, only Nichelle
doesn't see it that way.

And I'm just not sure

- how we're ever gonna agree.
- You know, Annie and I

went through a similar thing.

Remember when she wanted
Lila to go to private school

and I was against it?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah. Well, eventually,

we found a compromise.
You will, too.

Yeah, this is Sergeant
David Kay, LAPD.

Please call me back

at this number when you get
this message. Thank you.

Deacon, look who's here.

That's the same car Anu
said was following her.

I take it you work here?

York Shafer. Owner.
What could I do for you?

Well, you could tell us
why you've been spying on

two grad students who
were shot this morning.

I hope you're not implying
that I'm somehow involved.

My company's not in the
assassination business.

Just digging up information
for the right price.

Okay, well, then who
paid for information

for Anu Bose and Vasu Singh?

Sergeant, you know I can't
blab the moment a cop shows up

without so much as a subpoena.

It'll destroy my reputation.

You know what else will
destroy your reputation?

Two counts of attempted murder.

Innocent folks almost died,

so I suggest you start talking.

All I can tell you,

you should be sniffing
closer to home.

Have you talked
to girl's parents?

Her parents hired you?

They wanted to find
out what she's up to,

who she's been hanging out with.

They couldn't just talk
to their own daughter?

They tried. Got nothing.

So we got their business.

You would not believe
how much I profit

from dysfunctional families.

What did you find?

Oh, for that, you're
gonna need a warrant.

Until then, officers, good luck.

I'll call Hicks, have
him send a unit over

to pick up Anu's parents.

In the meantime, maybe
Anu can shed some light

on why her parents paid
to have her followed.

The hospital's on the way
back. Let's go find out.

LAPD. What happened?

I don't know. I got out,
went to get my coat,

felt a crack from behind,
everything went black.

- Do you still have your ID card?
- Pinned to my coat.

Both are gone.

20-David to dispatch.

We're at the Jorge
Arellano Memorial Hospital.

Possible shooter inside.

Suspect is possibly
a South Asian male.

Entering the building
with 30-David now.

A man with a gun
just stormed the OR.

He's looking for a patient.

He's headed to post-op.

East wing. Hurry.

Get to the street.
Go, go, go, go.

- Anyone seen the gunman?
- He's right there.

Hondo, 11 o'clock.

- LAPD! Stop right there!
- Code silver,

east wing, post-op...

I lost visual. Move, move.

- Where's post-op?
- Right there.

Hurry up.

Cover me.

Drop the gun.
Hands in the air.

Moving.

20-David. Suspect down.

He's gone.

This isn't over.

Three gunmen attacked
Vasu and Anu.

That means two of them
are still out there.

Then we better find 'em.

They're not gonna give
up on killing Vasu.

And I don't think
they give a damn

on who they hurt in the process.

There's no easy way
to ask you this, Anu,

but would your parents
pay to have Vasu killed?

My parents?

- They don't even know he exists.
- Actually, they do.

The car that was following
you belongs to a company

that conducts private
investigations.

Your parents hired
them to spy on you.

Nursing
supervisor to the recovery room...

That's why they've
been acting so weird.

They found out.

You said that you and
Vasu have been dating

almost a year. They didn't know?

I only see Vasu at
school and his place.

He's never been to our house.

I've purposely
kept him a secret.

Why?

I know they love me,

but my parents try to
control everything I do.

My sister had a failed marriage.

Now they want to choose

who I marry. It's exhausting.

How does Vasu fall short?

He shouldn't.

He's the smartest,
kindest person

I've ever met,

but he's Sikh, not Hindu.

Is that enough for them
to want him killed?

I don't think so.

But you're also not sure.

Parents can do crazy things
to protect their kids.

Mr. and Mrs. Bose,

I want to thank you
both for coming in.

- Um, what's this about?
- Well,

we'd like to know why you hired

a private investigator
to follow your daughter.

That's not a crime.

No.

But hiring a hit man is.

Hit man?

What are you talking about?

Your daughter and
Vasu Singh were

victims of a shooting
this morning.

- Shooting?
- Is Anu okay?

She's shaken up,
but she'll be fine.

Vasu, however,
was almost killed.

Oh, God.

We only wanted to find
out who she's with.

She sneaks around,
doesn't tell us anything.

She said you try to control
her. Could that be why?

Our culture is
different to yours.

We're very involved in
our children's lives.

Hiring a P.I.

to tail Anu is a little more

than involved, don't you think?

We only have

her best interests at heart.

Mm-hmm.

Dating Vasu Singh
isn't one of them.

Because he's Sikh?

No.

It's because of his extremism.

It's likely

what put her in danger.

Extremism?

The investigator uncovered
that Vasu's involved

in a Sikh separatist movement.

They want to carve India up

the way the British did
when they created Pakistan.

Isn't Vasu just a kid
studying computer science?

And using that education
to run a website

promoting their
separatist nonsense.

Angel City sent us a report

about Vasu yesterday.

We were gonna talk
to Anu tonight.

Whoa, whoa. Uh, who
are you calling?

Our daughter.

I assume we're free to go?

After you give us that report.

We'd prefer not to.

It contains personal
information.

It could also contain

intel about whoever
attacked your daughter.

Where do I send it?

Hey, Nichelle.
Nice to see you.

I'll, uh, catch you later.

Hey.

Everything okay?

I thought you were at
the IG's office today.

I was until I got this email.

"Congratulations on joining
the Funshine family"?

You signed Vivie up

for that place without
talking to me first?

Okay, whoa, whoa,
whoa, slow down.

Baby, they had one spot left.

I just paid the deposit to
hold it until we decided.

I figured we'd
discuss it tonight.

Well, what's to discuss?

I don't want Vivie spending
a single day in that place.

- It's soulless.
- So what?

You just want to turn her loose
in that nuthouse you liked?

- Hondo, this is our child.
- Exactly.

Uh...

Baby, I get that marriage is
all about compromise, but...

Nichelle, I'm sorry.

Vivie is the one place
I just can't do that.

I have to go.

We'll talk about
this later, I guess.

You learn anything after
talking to Anu's parents?

Only that neurotic parenting's

not a strictly American disease,

but I don't think they're
behind the shooting.

Well, I'm sure Anu will
be relieved to hear that.

Powell's reviewing the
Angel City report on Vasu.

In the meantime,

Tan's working on the shooter

you just took down
at the hospital.

And hopefully he's
got something.

Hey. What'd you find out?

Took a minute to catch an ID.

Guy's not a local.
He's Canadian.

Shivan Samtani, 46.

Has ties to a violent

ultranationalist group
suspected of assassinating

Sikh separatist leaders on
Indian and foreign soil.

Back in '85, when
Shivan was a kid,

his mother's flight
from Canada to India

exploded over the
Atlantic Ocean.

I remember that.

And at the time, it
was the deadliest act

of aviation
terrorism in history.

Sikh separatist
leaders were alleged

to have carried out the bombing.

So, are we thinking
that this is the basis

- for his hatred of Sikhs?
- Planted the seed maybe.

And it wasn't the only
tragedy at the time.

There was more conflict.

Hundreds, if not thousands,
of Sikh militants

and civilians were killed
at their holiest temple.

Followed by the assassination
of the prime minister

who ordered the raid,

at the hands of her
Sikh bodyguards.

Okay, but this all
happened in the '80s.

These guys are killing now.

Yeah, the Sikh separatist
movement mostly went dormant,

but with the recent rise
of nationalism in India,

there are fresh calls
for a Sikh homeland.

No doubt reopening old wounds.

Any leads on the
other two shooters?

I'm thinking Shivan's
younger brother Tejan.

He could've been the driver,

but I-I didn't get a good look.

I cross-referenced
the Samtani brothers

with Border Patrol.

Turns out they
came into the U.S.

from Canada two days
ago with this guy.

Okay, now, him I recognize.

He was one of the shooters
from this morning.

Nilesh Bindal.

He's got an even deeper

and deadlier criminal
file than the other two.

All right, so what in
the world is their beef

with a UCLA grad student?

Well, Anu's parents
said Vasu runs a website

promoting a Sikh homeland.

And given our shooters'
violent history...

with the separatist movement,

that has to be it.

Ah. CHP just tagged

the silver Honda Accord
from this morning.

It was ditched near

the La Brea exit
off the 10 freeway.

Grab Gamble, go check it out.

If these guys dumped it

in a hurry, they might've
left something behind.

I'll see if Powell
found out anything

that might tell us where
they're headed next.

All right.

You find anything useful
in the Angel City file

- on Anu and Vasu?
- Once I got past

creepy long lens photos
of them having lunch,

holding hands, I
focused in on this.

Is that the website
that Vasu runs?

Runs is an overstatement.

Looks like Vasu helped
develop it a few months ago.

One of the first
posts is a shout-out

thanking Vasu for setting it up.

That might be what put
the target on his back

and the bullet in his chest.

Vasu's involvement
ends there, though.

All the content is
authored by two admins:

Punjabi84,

Turbinator02.

They claim Sikhs are no
longer welcome in India.

- Hmm.
- Appears to be a fringe movement

at this point.

Posts are about why Sikhs
deserve a sovereign state

and calls to action.

Yeah, with some pretty harsh
reactions in the comments.

That's putting it mildly.

Wait, hold on, stop.

That one.

"You and your movement are over.

One down, two to go."

That was just posted - an hour ago.
- Think it's the killers?

We got to find out who
these administrators are,

this Punjabi84 and Turbinator02.

They're anonymous
on the website,

but I've already bumped
this to Cyber Division

to see if they can unveil
their true identities.

They got to be the next targets.

If we don't find
them and warn them,

they're gonna end up dead.

Let you know as soon as I hear.

Uh-oh.

Bad news?

Actually, yeah.

I took your advice,
and now my son wants

nothing to do with me, so... Ah.

Thanks for that.

Call him again.

You can't be serious.

There was a time I was going

through a rough patch
with my son J.P.

And, you know, I thought
I'd let things cool off,

wait until he came to me.

Well, we didn't talk
for over a year.

And when I finally
did reach out to him,

he was pissed, not
because of our fight

but because he felt abandoned.

Look,

Thomas just needs to know
you're there for him always,

even during a fight.

So call the kid again

and don't stop calling.

Sir.

Cyber Division just
dropped the IDs

of the two guys running
the website with Vasu.

Do we have their numbers?

- Oh, sorry, one second.
- Yeah.

Hello.

Arjan Vahali,

this is Commander Hicks,

LAPD SWAT.

What's your location?

What's this about?

Are you with Raj Gupta?

Yeah, Raj is here, too.

We believe you're
in real danger.

Vasu Singh was
shot this morning.

The shooters could be after you.

Where are you now?

We're at the Sikh Gurdwara.

It's downtown.

They're already here.

We're sending officers.
Find a safe place

to barricade yourselves
until SWAT arrives.

- We're on our way.
- Powell.

Quickly,

quietly, come follow us.

Hurry, please.

Everybody get down
and stay quiet.

The police are on their way.

It'll be okay. Promise.

Everybody get down and hide.

They're coming.

Stay here, okay?

Arjan, he'll kill you!

We'll go out the front.

Wait. Shh. Another
is coming. Get back.

20-David to Command.

We have an active
shooter in the temple.

Making entry now.

We're looking for two
South Asian males,

both around five-foot-nine,
medium build.

There could be more.

We do not want a
hostage situation.

Heads on a swivel.

22-David.

We're five minutes out.

Hondo, we can't wait.

Let's move.

Powell.

LAPD.

It's okay. We're police.

Ma'am, have you
seen Arjan and Raj?

They went that way,
towards the storeroom.

Just sit tight and stay quiet.

Deacon, head to the
storeroom, find Arjan.

Powell, you're my two.

30-David. Multiple
civilians in the kitchen.

I'm heading to the storeroom
on the east side of the temple.

30-David. One gunman down.

Hey, you doing okay?

Yeah, it's my shoulder.

It's bleeding pretty badly.

Yeah, we got to
stop that bleeding.

We got an injured victim

in the storeroom with
a GSW to the shoulder.

Needs an evac. Have
an R/A standing by

until we give the all clear.

All right. You ready?

'Cause you're not
gonna like this.

All right, you keep
pressure on that

and stay hidden until
someone comes to get you.

- Do you understand?
- Yeah.

Don't do this, brother.

I warned you.

W-We're both Indians.

When it suits you.

When you're not trying

to tear the country apart.

LAPD! Drop the weapon.

One move and he dies!

You're gonna have
to come up with

a better plan than that, Tejan.

You shoot him, we shoot you,

and you both die.

Yes, but if he dies,
others like him

will think twice about
destroying our country.

Keep him talking.

I'll try to get a clear shot.

None of this is gonna

bring your mother
back, though, will it?

What do you know
about my mother?

That's where all this
started, isn't it?

You and your brother.

This is nothing more

than your thirst for revenge.

Damn it. I don't have a shot.

Stop! He's going over!

24-David to Command.
We've got a rabbit,

armed and about
to land on Venice.

He's headed for the street.

Hondo, got eyes on your runner.

We got it from here.

26-David, in pursuit of a
beige Chrysler going south

on Toberman. License plate

three-Oscar-Echo-Bravo
zero-five-eight.

- What's he doing?
- I don't know,

but we need to end this
before he kills someone.

Down!

Gun!

Hold on!

Nice. You got it when it counts.

LAPD SWAT! Get out of the car!

Hands where I can see 'em!

Don't make me ask again!

Get on the ground now!

On your stomach! Hands
behind your back!

Going hands-on.

22-David. Final gunman

in custody.

Keep hearing about what the
two of you did in there,

guiding the shooters
away from the others.

Running right towards danger

to protect everyone else?

That's pretty gutsy.

I had to do something.

Though, when I saw that gun...

Thanks for showing
up when you did.

What did she mean,
that other officer,

when she said that none of this
would bring his mother back?

His mother was killed
on Air India Flight 182.

He blames Sikh separatists.

One of the threats

on that website was
from someone claiming

that we had killed his
family on that flight.

And then I wrote back

that we weren't even
alive back then.

Well, if there's one thing
the Internet's taught us,

it's that rage doesn't
play well with reason.

Mm-hmm. I'm telling you,

as good as new.

You really came through.

Hey, don't I always?

A few exceptions come to mind.

I got to say, it looks solid.

You sound surprised.

That's 'cause I am.

You sounding hella
ungrateful, fool.

Okay, let's go.

Thank you, Leon.

And don't forget,

you still owe me.

Owe you what, exactly?

What do you think?

Help with some sort of, what,

criminal conspiracy?

Or criminal stupidity.

You best check
yourself, pretty boy.

What would boss man think

about you having your
precious cop car fixed by

a stupidcriminal? Stop.

Look, I was just hoping that

you would come to
dinner on Saturday.

Mom's making lasagna,

Judd and Coops will be here.
Everyone wants to see you.

Maybe.

Dev, we miss you.

Hell, I miss you.

Everything's just

better when you're around.

So, you coming or not?

I'll let you know.

Just tell him yes.

Hey.

Great.

Your ass is not invited.

Heartbroken.

I told them the site
could stir trouble,

but I never expected this.

Well, maybe you refuse next time

someone wants a new website.

For sure.

I don't know what
I would have done

if they'd hurt you.
I'm sorry, Anu.

Hey, I spent half the day
rehearsing my apology to you.

I thought my parents
might be behind it.

You said they wouldn't approve,
but that's another level.

Hey, after what went
down today, who knows?

Maybe they'll have
a change of heart.

Maybe, but I don't care.

I'm done sneaking
around and pretending.

We'd prefer you didn't also.

We're so sorry about what
happened to you today.

We'll let you be.

Thank you again, Sergeant.

You and your whole team.

Sometimes tragedy
can make people

do some important rethinking.

Someone's got a
spring in her step.

Did you hear back from Thomas?

I called again,

as you suggested, and again.

He just texted.
He's still mad,

but he invited me
to a rehearsal.

Turns out he's gonna

finish school and then

do the summer dates of the
tour he was invited to.

I'm sure that helped
ease his anger.

That's great to hear.

Thanks again, Commander.

I think he really liked
that I kept trying.

Good, and, Powell.

Despite the millions of
books written about it,

there's nothing easy about
parenting at any age.

Thank you.

Hey. You busy tonight?

I-I just wondered if you
wanted to have a meal

with your old man.

All right, great.

I'll pick something up.
I'll see you in a bit.

Mmm.

Oh, that tastes so good.

That tastes so good. Can
I taste your broccoli?

Can I taste your broccoli?

Hey, ladies.

Hey.

Baby girl.

I missed you.

Come here, you.

Ah, Daddy missed you

all day. Mmm.

So...

you still mad?

No, I'm mostly over that.

Now I'm more just...

lost and a little down.

What do you mean?

What you said today about Vivie

and not being willing
to compromise.

I mean, Hondo, she's
not even two yet.

There are so many decisions
we'll have to make for her

over the next 20 years.

How does that work if you're
not willing to compromise?

I just meant that I only want

what I think is best for her.

Okay, but when you say
that, it sounds like

you don't think I want
what's best for her.

Of course not.

That was never in doubt.

So, what do we do with day care

and the next 20 years?

I'm not trying to tackle
the next 20 years.

I just want to

enjoy right here,
right now, this time.

Look, we can keep looking

for day care places.

Find a place we both like

that's safe and has plenty of

creative freedom for Vivienne.

Hmm. But surrounded by
a barbed-wire fence?

I would never say no to that.

But, hey, listen.

The most important thing

for this little
girl's well-being

is two parents who
love each other,

surrounded by that same warmth

and security.

I think we can manage that.

Mm.

No doubt. I know we can.

Ain't that right, Viv?

Hmm? Ooh.

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