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Previously on SWAT...You mind taking a look at a few

proposals for
- SWAT Academy changes?
- Changes?

I know SWAT Academy
was your baby,

but you got to let the kid
do his own thing.

DEACON:
Dobes, how come you never
gave SWAT another shot?

Oh, come on, Deac.
I'm pushing 50, man.

This time, pass or fail,

I will be right there
by your side.

What was your
- cellmate in for?
- Killed her boyfriend.

How you been, Nisi?

NISI:I vouched for you,
then I find out

you ain't no drug dealer,
you a cop.

I was honest with you.

But the friendship,
it wasn't a lie.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
This is a prepaid call
from an inmate

at Lancaster Correctional.

That your old man?

ERNIE:
I heard something.

What'd you hear?

There's a bounty on the head
of someone on 20-Squad.

And it's
going down today.

Hi. Devin Gamble, I'm LAPD.

[papers rustling]

Can we hurry this up, please?
I really need my phone.

I have a situation.[door buzzing]

[grunting]
Stop!

Don't do this, McMillan.10-99 in the reception area!

[gate buzzes]
No, no, no, wait.

I need my phone!

[grunting]

DEACON:
Hey, there he is.

SWAT Academy's oldest recruit.

Oh. [laughs]
Age is irrelevant.

Now, talent? That's eternal.

[both chuckle]

I appreciate the invite.

Yeah. I had to check in
on my guy.

Little late in the day
for coffee, don't you think?

I need all the energy I can get.

I'm heading back
to SWAT HQ after this

to get another workout in.

Another one?

Hey, Dobes,
do not burn yourself out.

SWAT Academy is a marathon,
it's not a sprint.

The only way I'm gonna keep pace
with these young recruits

is if I outwork them.

Half the class is gone,
and I'm still standing.

What do you mean half the class?

Tan made his first round
of cuts yesterday.

- And he cut half the class?
- Uh-huh.

- In round one?
- Mm-hmm.

It's, uh,
it's a 19-week program.

[clears throat]

So how's training been so far?

It's kicking
my ass.
Yeah.

But that's SWAT Academy, right?

What about Tan,
as an instructor?

How's he been?
I mean, is he doing okay?

Tan's tough.

He pushes us to our physical
limits and he expects...

perfection.

Yeah, sometimes
he can be aggressive.

Yeah.

[sighs] Maybe pushes too hard.

He's definitely not one of those
ra-ra kind of coaches.

You know?

Look, Deac, I don't want
to be talking out of school.

Keep this between us?

Understood.

[rock music playing]
There you go.

Everything good?

It's Nisi.

What's a Nisi?

Nisi's a person.

She was my old cellmate
back when I did

the prison undercover stint
with LASD.

She killed
her abusive ex, right?

And you helped her get released?

She's got a new job,
she's been seeing her kids.

I mean, she's really
on the up-and-up.

Okay, so what's the problem?

Her parole officer
just texted me.

Nisi missed her check-in call.

Tried calling her a few times,
she's not answering.

It's not like her
to go radio silent on me.

She work anywhere around here?

- Salon on Third.
- That's close.

- We should go.
- You don't mind?

You won't be able to relax

until you know
Nisi's okay.

Come on. The beers can wait.

Yeah. Okay.

- Here you are.
- GAMBLE: Thanks.

You're welcome.

[knocking at door]

[insistent pounding]

[buzzing]

[line ringing]
Pick up.

Whoa, whoa, hey, take it easy, youngblood.

I need you to put
that gun down, right now.

Right now.

[gun fires]

[grunting]

[panting]
Who are you?

What's your name?
T-Trae.

Trae Williams.

What the hell you think
you're doing, kid?

I-I just wanted the money.

I-I just wanted the million.

What million?

[phone buzzing]

Sit down.

Sit down and
don't you move!

Yeah. Commander.

HICKS:
Hondo. Gamble's father
got word

there's an open bounty
on a member of 20-Squad.

A million dollars.

Now, we don't know yet
how real this is,

or even who's been targeted,
but until further notice,

I'm ordering your team
back to HQ.

Let me save you
the suspense, sir.

That bounty, it's real.

And it's on me.

Zoe. What's up?

POWELL:
Hey, Christy.

I'm looking for Nisi.
Have you seen her?

No, sorry, she ducked out early.

She left
her station set up.

I mean, she was here.

But she had to go.

A family emergency, I think.

Cut the BS, Christy,
where's Nisi?

CHRISTY:
I think she's using again.

She started slurring her words,

and then she just...
blacked out.

I didn't know what to do.

I don't want her
to go back to prison.

ALFARO:How long has she
been like this?

About two hours.

[weakly]: Zoe...

[moans]

We'll take her with us.

I'm not gonna arrest her.

I'll take her to SWAT
to sober up.[phone buzzes]

Come on.

Commander?

Wait, what? Is Hondo okay?

HONDO:
You got any idea how much
trouble you're in, man?

You pulled a gun on a cop.

Where'd you get this?
Where'd you get it?

I-I stole it, from my mom.

[sighs]

This bounty,
where'd you hear about it?

I hear it from Spoke.

Who the hell is Spoke?

Spoke wants you dead, man.

He's the one who put
a hit out on you.

[motorcycles approaching]

[engines revving]

Trae, get down!

[car engine revs]

[automatic gunfire]

[Trae exclaims]

[tires squeal]

[horn blaring]

Hang on, Trae.

Hey, watch it!

Trae, you okay?

Get down and stay put!
I'll be right back!

Move!

Move your car!

Go! Now!

[gunfire continues]

[grunts]

[panting]

Trae! Trae!

Damn it!

Trae!

Where's my damn phone?

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, yo. That's the cop.

That's the million-dollar man.

Walk away!

I said walk away!

Come on.

♪ ♪

- Any word from Gamble?
- She's still making her way back

- from the prison.
- What's the word?

GPS showed Hondo's Charger

stalled out on a residential
street in Compton.

Stopped moving
ten minutes ago.

And we haven't heard from him?

No. He's not
answering his phone.

- What neighborhood?
- Leland Park.

That's One-Niner
territory.

If the One-Niners know about
the bounty on Hondo,

every gang member in the area
will be after him.

Well, then we need to find him
before word spreads.

Yeah, so get
out of here.

Go find him.

[indistinct radio chatter]

- This looks bad.
- If Hondo's on foot,

he's gotta be around
here someplace.

Any sign of Sergeant Harrelson?

Not yet, we just started
interviewing witnesses.

All right, I want
a five-block perimeter.

No one goes in or out of here
until we find him.

Understood.

Miko, you recognize him?

This beauty here is Lee Kwan.

He's an enforcer
for the Golden Boys.

He's a long way
from K-Town.

Explains why he's not answering.

Hondo's phone was in the car.

He must've dropped it
in the crash.

All right.
That means wherever he is,

he's on his own.
Let's spread out,

talk to witnesses.
Somebody here saw something.

Uh, Deacon. Talk to me.

DEACON: Hondo was run off
the road by two Golden Boys

trying to collect the bounty.

They were overmatched, though.
He took 'em both out.

After that, witnesses say
that a group of One-Niners

recognized Hondo

and they chased him
into the neighborhood.

So they already know
about the bounty.

Yeah, one of the witnesses
says that

they overheard him say "there's
the million-dollar man."

What about
this Trae Williams kid?

Any sign of him?

No, h-he was gone.

We did find his gun and
Hondo's phone in the Charger.

All right, listen.
I had GND send me

all the known
One-Niner strongholds.

If the Niners
caught up to Hondo,

they might've taken him to one.

What's the one closest to us?

It looks like they control
an apartment floor

about a block
from the crash site.

I'm gonna text you the location

and roll 40-Squad
to help with the search.

DEACON: Roger that.

[distant shouting]

[muffled hip-hop music playing]

[music continues loudly]

- LAPD! Show me your hands!
- Hands up!

POWELL:
Put your hands up right now!

[music stops]
Where's Hondo Harrelson?

I got no clue, man.
I don't want that smoke.

You heard about the bounty?

Who hasn't?
It's all over the streets.

But I ain't crazy enoughto kill

the most famous cop
in L.A. [scoffs]

He's not in
the other units, Deac.

30-David to Command.

The apartment floor is clear.

Hondo's not here.

So where the hell is he?

[panting]

MAN: Yo. He's got to be
around here somewhere.

Hey, hold up.

[gunfire]

Come on.

We got your ass now.

[gunfire]

Ah.

What you standing
there for? Go.

It's a million dollars. Come on.

Let's split up. Find him.

♪

[pained grunting]

[clattering nearby]

DISPATCHER [over phone]:
911. What's your emergency?

Hello? If you're in a position
where you can't speak,

please press "one"
for emergency services.

[phone beeps]

TAN [over phone]:
Commander?

Tan, 911 just received
a silent distress call

from a junkyard on Grover Place.

That's four blocks from where
Hondo crashed his car.

I want you and Alfaro
to go check it out.

We're on it.

♪ ♪

[gunshot, bullet ricochets]

[gunfire]

[grunts]

[gun clicking]

[grunting]

Don't even think about it.

ACE:
Go ahead, shoot him.

I ain't want to split
that million dollars anyway.

[gunshot]

ALFARO:
Patrol's en route.

Hands.

[flex-cuff tightening]
You good, boss?

[panting]

Let's get the hell out of here.

HICKS:
Welcome back.

How you holding up?

Sir, I've had a lot of
close calls through the years,

but it's something different

when it happens
right on your doorstep.

Well, until we trace
the source of the bounty,

I want to keep you here at HQ.

Understood.

You get any word on the kid,
Trae Williams?

No. We're still
searching for him.

In the meantime,
I did some digging

into Trae's mother, Deloris.

They've been in and out
of homeless shelters

for the past two years.

I sent patrol units
to the usual spots

to try to locate
either one of them.

What about this Spoke character
Trae mentioned?

He claims that Spoke
put up the bounty,

but I don't know any
major players with that name.

I don't, either.

Alfaro's talking to GND now
to see if they have anyone

with that alias
on their radar, so...

Did you talk with Nichelle?

Yeah. She's okay. Uh...

She's worried sick,

but I just thank God
that she and Vivie

are up in Seattle
with Nichelle's parents.

I...

I don't know
what I would've done if...

We're gonna find
whosever behind this.

I promise you.

We're looking into every
criminal in the city

with the resources to back
a million-dollar bounty.

It ain't just about
the resources.

It's motivation, too.

And I can think of at least
a hundred men who want me dead.

[sighs]

Zoe!

What the hell?

Good. You're finally awake.

You pick me up at work?

- Brought you here to sober up.
- What time is it?

I got a call with my parole
officer, and if I miss it...

You already missed it.

[button beeps]

I don't know
what drugs you took...

Zoe, I haven't taken any.

...but I hope it was worth it.

Your kids need you.

Why are you talking
about my kids?

I've already smoothed
things over with your PO,

but tomorrow they're gonna
drug-test you.

And when they do,

you're gonna lose visitation
with Max and Elise,

and they might even send you
back to prison, Nisi.

For what?

The only thing
I put in my system today

was coffee and some vape smoke.

So, if that's true,
- why'd you black out?
- I don't know,

but I-I haven't used
since I got out.

I swear.

Oh, God.
Colleen's gonna love this.

Who is Colleen?

My scumbag ex's mother.

Max and Elise's grandma.

She has custody of them
until I'm off parole.

You know, when I went
to visit them this morning,

I overheard her telling
them what a screwup I am.

[scoffs]
This will only prove her right.

My kids are my everything, Zoe.

I would never
do anything

to risk losing them again.

You got to believe me.

I don't do drugs. I'm clean.

I heard you made it back
in record time.

I may have broken one
or two traffic laws

hauling ass from Lancaster.

I don't even want to know.
How's it coming along here?

GAMBLE:
I've been combing through
Hondo's career arrests,

looking for anything
that might

point us to the source
of this bounty,

but it's slow-moving so far.

This is like looking for
a needle in a stack of needles.

You get anything from the
One-Niners we apprehended?

They're not talking.

Whosever behind this bounty
scares the hell out of them.

They're convinced if they talk,
they're as good as dead.

I think I found this Spoke guy.

Benny Lawson, aka Spoke.

Used to run drugs
for the Los Profetas

before he broke off
and went independent.

Heroin?
Big-time.

But Spoke had trap houses
all over East L.A.

until we took 'em all down
in a mass raid five years ago,

effectively ending
his entire operation.

"We" as in SWAT?

- "We" as in 20-Squad.
- HICKS: Did you get an address?

Yeah.
Grab Powell.

Link up with 40-Squad.

I want to be interrogating this
son of a bitch within an hour.

♪ ♪

Living room, clear.

Don't know about you guys,
but this place doesn't scream

millionaire drug kingpin to me.

More like backwoods
serial killer.

[yells, grunts]

LAPD. Show me
your hands.

- You move, he breaks your arm.
- I thought you were breaking in.

Why are you in my apartment?[flex-cuff tightening]

[grunting]

You're making a mistake.26-David.

We're Code 4.
- Spoke's in custody.
- Spoke?

No one... no one's
called me Spoke for years.

Whoever you're after,
you've got the wrong guy.

♪ ♪

Whoever this Spoke is
Trae mentioned,

Benny Lawson ain't it.

He hasn't used that alias
since we took

his operation down in 2020.

He's completely
out of the game now.

He works security someplace.

Commander,
I spent the night

going through
Hondo's old arrests.

Maybe we are going
about this all wrong.

What if the source of the bounty
isn't some established player?

What if it's some up-and-comer,

someone trying to make
a big splash?

Well, that's
an interesting theory,

but what about
the million dollars?

'Cause I don't know
of any up-and-comers that have

that kind of cash to burn.
Do you?

No, but there's got to be
something here we're not seeing.

- None of this is adding up.
- At this point,

our best bet of ID'ing
the source is Trae Williams.

Now, Deacon and Tan have been
back on the hunt for him

since before dawn.

[sighs]
Let's hope they find him soon.

How often did Trae's truancy
officer say he comes here?

He said he drops by his aunt's
house whenever he's in trouble.

We just got to be patient.

He'll show.

Hey, let me ask you something.

Um, I heard that you already
cut half your recruits.

You heard right.

Okay, well, you still have

11 weeks of training left.

Don't you think you're being
a little overzealous?

No, I think I'm just
being efficient.

Look, Deac, I've given
it a lot of thought.

I'm gonna cut big early

so I can put my energy
into our best prospects.

I don't want to
overextend myself

training officers that have
no shot at making SWAT.

Okay, but how do you know you're
picking the best recruits?

I'm pretty confident in my
ability to evaluate talent.

Let me guess-- this is
coming from Dobes.

I met up with him
just to, you know,

check in on him,
see how training's going.

Check in on him
or check in on me?

What else did he say?

He said you're tough.

He said you're pushing
the recruits to their limits.

His limits, maybe.

You know, could be Dobes
is just too old for SWAT.

You do realize that Dobes and I
are the same age, right?

Do you regret giving me
SWAT Academy?

- Is that what this is about?
- No, of course not.

Then let me run it the
best way I know how.

[sighs]

He's here.

[clears throat]

How's it going, Trae?

[door opens]

[door closes]

You know, I keep
thinking about my wife

and my little girl

and what might have happened
if they opened that door

instead of me.

Do you hear me?

[voice shaking]:
I'm sorry.

You came to my home
with a loaded gun, kid.

"Sorry" doesn't cut it.

I-I wasn't going to shoot you.

Uh, I mean, I was, but...

when you opened the door,
I knew I couldn't.

M-My mom and I are struggling.

A lot of people are
struggling, Trae.

A lot of people.

That doesn't give you the right
to kill for money!

I-I know.

I just wanted to help my mom.

She works two jobs,

and we still can't afford
a place to live.

She works so hard.
It's not fair.

Trae, who is Spoke?

He's a dealer.

He's dangerous.

He comes around the way,
you run.

- What's his real name?
- I don't know.

I-I just call him Spoke

'cause his whip got spoke rims.

[sighs] So you got
your own name for him.

I like what he drives.

He's got a red Chevy Bel Air.

It's slick.

I don't know about
the spoke rims, though.

I'd probably swap 'em out
for some Keystone Klassics.

[sighs]
So you know your cars.

I want to design 'em one day.

When was the last time
you saw Spoke?

Two days ago.

I-I was at the Quick Stop
over on Rosecrans,

right after school.

- Was he with anyone?
- Nah, he was alone.

He was on the phone, though.
Talking loud.

What was he talking
- loud about?
- You.

And the million-dollar hit
he just put on your head.

Deacon and Tan found
that Trae kid.

Hondo's got him
in the box right now.

That's good.
Hope the kid has some answers.

Hey.

- How's your friend doing?
- Nisi? She's feeling better.

Sent her home after she
sobered up last night.

Yeah? How are you doing?

Honestly...

I'm really disappointed in her.

Nisi seemed so dedicated to
getting her life back on track.

Today, they're gonna
drug-test her,

she's gonna,
she's gonna lose everything.

[sighs] She tell you
what she took?

She wasn't ready
to come clean with me.

She said the only thing
in her system was coffee

and vape smoke.

Maybe there was something
funky in her vape pen.

What do you mean?

Might be nothing,
but there's been

some black market
vape cartridges

hitting shops around L.A.

Some of them have been
laced with fentanyl.

Here you go.

Maybe she took something
without knowing it.

Maybe.

I just got off
the phone with GND.

Based on Trae's intel, they
found CCTV footage of a man

driving a red Chevrolet Bel Air
at the Quick Stop market.

Ran him through facial rec,
ID'd him as Ameer Riles.

He's a new kid on the block.

Runs a small drug operation
out of South L.A.

He any relation to Malik Riles?

Malik's his older brother.

I busted Malik back
in 2015 for dealing.

He's a neighborhood kid.

He was probably only
17 years old at the time.

He should've just
gotten probation,

but he drew a tough judge who
ordered a fitness hearing.

Tried him as an adult.

He ended up getting
ten months in county.

Looks like he parlayed
that ten months into ten years,

thanks to some bad behavior.

Assault on a guard, fighting,
drug possession.

He racked up a hell
of a jacket in prison.

According to this CDCR report,

Malik built a major
drug trade in Folsom.

Estimated to bring
in 300 G's a month.

That's over three and a half
million dollars a year.

I know for damn sure

he ain't just keeping
that money in his cell.

And I wouldn't be
surprised if he was

funneling it to
his baby brother, Ameer.

If Ameer has access
to those kinds of funds,

that would explain how
someone at his level

could offer up a
million-dollar bounty.

You busted Malik a decade ago.

Why's Ameer
coming after you now?

Malik died in prison a week ago.

- HONDO: What?
- His cellmate shanked him.

My arrest put Malik behind bars.

Ameer's blaming me for
his brother's death.

TAN:
Hey.

Dispatch just got
a threatening 911 call.

You got to hear this.

DISPATCHER [recorded]:
911. What's your emergency?

AMEER: This is a message
for Officer Hondo Harrelson.

Hondo, if you're gonna keep
hiding behind LAPD,

then I'm changing
things up, dawg.

I've put the word out.
It's open season on SWAT.

Until your bitch ass is
in the dirt,

I'm offering 20 racks to anyone
who kills a SWAT officer.

You're either gonna get
what's coming to you,

or I'm coming for your people.

It's your choice.

- Where are the other teams?
- HICKS: The only one out is 40.

They're at a barricade in Watts.

- Connect me to comms.
- GAMBLE: On it.

[static crackles]

Command to 40-David.
What's your status?

SQUAD LEADER [over comms]:
40-David. We're making entry.

40-David, I need you
to return to HQ, ASAP.

[gunfire]
SQUAD LEADER: It's a trap!

We're taking fire.

11-99. Myers is hit.

I need additional units

to 73rd and Western.

We got shots fired
and an officer down.

[indistinct yelling over comms]

♪ ♪

Officer Myers-- how is he?

He's in surgery
at Cedars, leg wound,

- but he's gonna be okay.
- Commander,

if Ameer's coming
after all of us,

I can't sit on the
sidelines any longer.

I got to be out there.

With a million-dollar
bounty on your head?

I don't think so.

These attacks on SWAT
ain't gonna stop

until Ameer goes down
or I'm dead, sir.

I can't sit here doing nothing
while SWAT officers are

risking their lives
because of me.

I can't have that.

How long until Ameer puts
a price on the rest of LAPD?

Every cop out there is a target.

This is on me.
I have to be out there.

- Please.
- All right. All right.

You're off the bench.

But do not let
your guard down for a second.

You're who Ameer really wants.

I'm ready for him.

Excuse me, sir.
I want to check on 40-Squad.

Give me some good news.

- Did we get Ameer's LKA yet?
- We're still looking.

We've been digging
into his public records.

It seems Ameer hasn't had
a permanent address since 2020.

What about the 911 call?

Dispatch wasn't able
to trace it.

We reached out to
Ameer's cell provider.

- Still waiting to hear back.
- HICKS: Look, according to GND,

Ameer's selling his product
out of abandoned houses.

But he's got to have
a base of operations.

Yeah, like a stash house
somewhere in the city,

- something more secure.
- DEACON: Gamble and Powell are

looking into Ameer's finances.

Maybe they'll come up
with something.

HICKS:
Well, let's hope so.

GAMBLE:
Ameer Riles is no Al Capone.

He actually pays his taxes.

- What a patriot.
- I am not seeing

any businesses or properties
listed under his name, though.

Not under an LLC, either.

Says here Malik Riles
owned a couple parking lots.

Probably used them
to launder his money.

It's a tough place
to stash drugs, though.

What about the parents?

Maybe there's a property
under their name?

I already reached out
to the IRS.

Should be sending their file
any minute now.

You have forensics
running fingerprints for you?

Yeah, but it's not for this.
It's something else.

Here. IRS. This is the one
we're waiting for.

That's interesting.

Ameer's parents owned
an old theater downtown.

Looks like it closed up
a few years ago.

Building's vacant,
but it's still in their name.

Sixth and Hooper.

Wait a minute.

That's where Hondo arrested
Malik ten years ago.

Hondo already knows this place.

Let's go.

Harrelson dead yet?

Then why are you here?

Don't any of y'all
want to get rich?

[grunts softly]

[tires squeal]

What the hell do you think
you're doing?

I'm taking care of this, Deac.

Not without us you're not.

This ain't y'all's fight.

Your fight's always our fight.

Not when there's a bounty
out there on all your heads.

Going in there's too risky.
I can do this alone.

No, you can't.

Every day we put
our lives on the line

for the people of this city,

and what gets us
through it is this--

us, 20-Squad,

- together.
- You go in there,

we're gonna be right behind you.

TAN:
Hell yeah.

- Every step of the way.
- Don't make us pull
the family card, boss.

I think Powell already did.

♪ ♪

Deacon, Miko.

[grunts]

Fall in.

MAN: Come on, everybody.
Get back to work.

Miko, door.

ALFARO: LAPD!DEACON: LAPD!

Don't even think about it!
I'm going hands-on.

On your knees.
Hands behind your head.

DEACON: 30-David.
Found Ameer's drug lab.

No sign of Ameer.

Copy.

Cover!

Moving!
Go!

GAMBLE:
Got your six.

Cops are here!

[indistinct chatter]

LAPD!

This is Sergeant
Hondo Harrelson.

Ain't nobody getting
a million dollars today.

Ah, you made this easy
for me, Hondo,

coming into my house.

I guess I should thank you.

Don't be stupid, Ameer.
You and your men

need to lay down your weapons
and give yourselves up.

When my brother was in prison,
he was obsessed with you, dawg.

- Move in.
- He always said,

first thing he's gonna do
when he gets out

is kill Hondo Harrelson,
the cop who put him behind bars.

Well, my brother

- isn't here anymore, is he?
- Malik made a lot

of bad choices in prison, man.

That's why he's dead.

TAN:
I got one to Ameer's right.

GAMBLE:
Four to his left.

Don't make the same mistake,
Ameer.

You can still walk
out of here alive.

Oh, I will, Hondo.

No doubt. Sorry I can't say
the same for you.

Cover!

[grunts]

One suspect down!

[grunts]

Second suspect down.[groans]

HONDO:
Give it up, Ameer!

Kill them already!

Ah!

GAMBLE:
Tan, you hit?

No. My primary took the shot.

It's disabled.
I'm switching to secondary.

HONDO:
Ameer's running.

I'm going after him.

Damn it. Ameer's getting away.

Tan, with me!

[gunfire]

Here.
Take my primary.

I'm going after Ameer.

Go!

20-David. Suspect's headed down
the fire escape.

I'm in pursuit.

[gunfire]

TAN:
Suspect down!

[grunting]

- Suspect down.
- Show me your hands!

- All right, all right.
- TAN:
Don't move.

[panting]

Get down! Everybody get down![people screaming]

Stay down. Stay down.

Stop the car.

[gun clicks]
Suspect headed to an alley
off of Seventh.

♪ ♪

[bottle scraping]

Sir, did you see a guy...

[both grunting]

[gun clicks]

HONDO:
Whoa. Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa. Hey.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Hey, old man, listen to me.

I'll give you a million dollars
if you shoot this pig.

I'll even take the fall for it.
Let me make you rich.

Get on your knees.

Ah, I guess money talks.

I mean you, jackass.

Well, I guess
it doesn't talk today.

Give me the gun.

Hey.

Thanks for the assist.

If I turn this in,

this drops Trae's charges
from attempted murder

to brandishing a weapon.

You sure about this?

I reached for the gun,
Commander.

Trae didn't fire on purpose.

It was an accidental discharge.

And what if you'd waited
ten more seconds?

Look, I'm not gonna try

to downplay what Trae did.

He made a massive
mistake today, but...

Commander, there's good in him.
I can see it.

His entire life,
the odds

have been stacked against him.

If they try him
for attempted murder,

those odds could get worse
and worse

until he's dead
or in prison for life.

I'll have to make
a couple of calls, but...

if this is really what you
want, it's your choice.

How's she shooting?

Not quite right.

I want to apologize.

SWAT Academy's your baby now.
I didn't mean to overstep.

Thanks.
I'm sorry I called you old.

[chuckles]

And, Deac, I know
you're just trying to look out

for SWAT Academy's
best interests, but so am I.

No, I know you are.

[sighs] It's just,
a 50% cut rate, this early...

You might think
my methods are unorthodox,

but I don't regret
the selections I made.

I picked the officers
I believe in.

I trust you did.

J-Just remember,

inspiring your recruits

is just as important
as making cuts.

♪ ♪

Mrs. Ellis, I'm Officer Powell.

Thank you for coming in
on such short notice.

Well, anything that affects
my grandchildren.

What kind of trouble
is Nisi in now?

Well, she was found
intoxicated yesterday.

She was in bad shape.

Can't say that surprises me.

No, I don't imagine it does.

[sniffles]

Do you recognize this?

It's from Nisi's
vape pen.

Our lab guys tested it.

It's laced with some
pretty nasty stuff.

Are you implying that I had
something to do with that?

Is there another reason
your fingerprints

would be all over it?

I know Nisi
was visiting

her kids at your
house yesterday.

That's when you switched
out her vape cartridge.

She's a dangerous woman.

I thought if she tested positive
on her drug test,

they'd send her back to prison.

I'm just trying to protect

- my grandchildren.
- By separating them

from their mother?

She killed my son!

And she served her time.

She earned a
second chance.

You don't get to take that
away from her.

What are you going to do?

You gonna arrest me?

That's not my choice.

[door opens, closes]

Lock her ass up.

I hear you, Nisi,
but let's think for a minute.

You don't have
custody of your kids.

You've got
no other family in L.A.

If I arrest Colleen,
your kids will get shipped off,

or worse, they'll
end up in the system.

So, what?
We just let her go?

I'll have her sign a statement,
admitting to what she did,

and it will clear you
of the drug test.

And I'll put her on notice.

She ever tries
anything like that again,

she'll end up behind bars.

I'm sorry I didn't
believe you sooner.

Part of being friends is

learning how to trust
each other.

And the other part is
letting your girl know

when her split ends
are out of control.

[scoffs]
Girl, you need a haircut.

- Are we talking smack now?
- No, I'm just saying.

My 2:00 tomorrow canceled on me,

so you should swing by.
I have an opening.

Free of charge.

Pencil me in.

[grunts softly]

How many, uh, workouts
is that for you today?

[sighs]

That's next-level, man.

Honestly, with the way
you've been cutting the class,

I'm just trying to hang in
as long as I can.

I cut a lot of recruits
this week,

and you're still here.

There's a reason for that,
and it's got nothing to do

with you and Deac being tight.

It's 'cause when I look at you,
I see a future SWAT officer.

Whatever you're doing,
keep it up.

You got as good a shot
as anyone to make SWAT.

[chuckles softly]
I appreciate that.

♪ ♪

We located your mom.
She's on her way in.

[sighs][button beeps]

You almost ruined
both of our lives, Trae.

I know.

One bad decision is
all it takes,

and everything's gone.

Your dreams, your family,

your future.

Yes, sir.

[sighs]

Life is about the choices
we make, and, man,

did you made some awful ones.

But I don't think
those choices are you,

and I wouldn't want them

to define you
for the rest of your life.

My commander and I talked
to the court system,

and we worked something out.

So, what? I'm-I'm free to go?

Hell no. You ain't
getting off that easy.

My friend Leroy
has an auto shop

in the neighborhood.

He started the program
for kids like you,

kids that need direction.

That's where you're headed.

You'll learn to fix
cars and everything.

Really?

Now, it's every day
after school, Trae.

If you ditch,
I will hear about it.

I-I-I won't. I promise.

[sighs] We don't always get
second chances, Trae.

You earn this one, all right?

What happens next is up to you.

♪ ♪

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