You're, like, twice as strong as last week.
And half as strong as I was before getting injured.
I need to be 100% if I'm gonna pass my PFQ
and get back out in the field.
- You're still gonna try to pass the PFQ? - I'm gonna do it.
I just need to be with my team.
Well, look at that... Buck Spivey.
You look like you're doing really good.
I'm hooked up with a guy named Owen Bennett.
And, uh, we're looking
to launch a private security firm.
But what would really put things
over the top would be to have you on board.
I've struggled a bit since leaving SWAT. You owe me.
Is that what this is about... me owing you?
Because, Buck, it seems to me that goes both ways.
You realize we're overqualified for this gig, yeah?
Yeah, well, I know that every job is important
for a new company like ours.
Lot of competition in private security.
Promoter likes how we handle ourselves,
maybe we snag a long-term contract.
So let's just keep the clients safe.
Right, from rabid teenyboppers
wasting their parents' money on concert tix.
Come on, Deac.
Is "teenyboppers" even still a word?
Oh, now you're just age-shaming me
with your yogurt parfait and 30-inch waist.
You enjoy that.
You're crabby today.
Mm. Maybe you're oversensitive?
So, what do you want to do...
go shock-and-awe with a six-man team?
Two-two-and-two on the door?
Realistically, I think we just need a three-man team
shadowing the client in and out of the event.
Right. Aka the vanity crew.
You know, our star... he looks tough, plays safe.
He's a wussy. (CHUCKLES)
Wussy from get-up to get-down. Ah.
You doing okay?
Oh, top of the world, Deac.
(LAUGHS)
It's just, it ain't SWAT.
Pays better by the hour.
That's what I tell the mirror every morning.
(PHONE BEEPING)
Oh.
Okay, you're on the clock now, so you and I are done.
- You got a big day? - Yeah.
- Buck. - Hey.
- Hey, man. - He's all yours.
What's going on?
We're muscle for a joint task force with the Gang Division.
Yeah? How many... how many targets?
Four different gang leaders, plus any crew they bring along.
All in one location?
Gets them max charges on conspiracy.
Break the gangs from the top down.
Well, that seems like a high-risk move.
Nah. That's why we're gonna let 'em scatter
before we start picking 'em off.
We'll be in control of time, place
and the number of players.
- All the variables. - Well, stay liquid.
- Drown the suckers. - (LAUGHS)
Really glad to see you, man.
All right, so, Buck, you'll handle the...
Oh, yeah. Don't you worry, Deac.
I got the, uh... I got the side job covered.
Dude, you're not missing anything.
All-day stakeout beats maybe...
I don't know... dental work?
Until you roll up on the targets.
All right, that's-that's the bonus. I won't lie.
Yeah, while I'm watching spy monitors.
Hey.
You're back in the field again.
Well, watching the field and being
in the field ain't the same thing,
so don't pat me on the back
like I'm some kind of needy girl.
Should I, uh, walk out and come in again?
Sorry. I'm sorry.
No. I get it. I get it.
I-I've had my share of needy girls.
- They just don't look like you. - Yeah.
- Hey. - Yeah.
I miss you out there.
Well, I'm almost on deck, man.
Just need to pass the PFQ.
Just like all the other times.
Yeah?
Well, I got your backs out there today, so don't-don't...
don't make it hard on me now, all right?
All right.
What the hell was that about?
He's just scared. If he can't pass...
I mean, SWAT is in his DNA.
Unless it isn't anymore. And then what?
Third-generation SWAT just washes out?
Last generation of Lucas to wear the patch?
(CLEARS THROAT)
Even if Luca had to go desk, he's still SWAT.
Is that how you'd feel?
No.
Me, neither.
So, how's everything with Molly?
Good. I, uh... I never thanked you.
Molly told me that you were encouraging
when she asked you about me.
She wasn't supposed to tell you that.
I-I got to say, I was a little surprised,
- given the circumstances... - No. Don't. Don't.
You and me... we-we... we had a moment.
A mini, drunken moment.
And a bad idea.
And so, fixing me up was, what, you making amends?
Just trying to help two people
get happy, you know?
What about you? How you doing?
Feels good to be home with my aunt and uncle.
Remembering how to laugh.
- Anyone new in your life? - Don't ask me that.
What? Friends can ask.
(PHONE BEEPING)
The buzzer. Time to roll.
♪
You can't improve on nature, babe.
Love you, T.J., some of the time.
- Most of the time. - Yeah.
You're already kind of late, T.
They'll wait for me.
- Welcome to Hotel L.A. - (CHUCKLING)
20-David to D-Team.
The last player at the summit just drove up...
T.J. Doyle repping the Coffin Makers.
- Hold in place. - CHRIS: 24-David holding.
All right. Hurry up and wait.
What did Buck always say
was the most important thing in a stakeout?
- Snacks? - (LAUGHS)
Spoken like a dad.
No, man. Patience.
Builds anticipation.
I already can't wait.
Man, Coffin Makers, Soldados,
Brotherhood, One-Niners...
these crews hate each other with a capital "H."
They get busy together, they could make L.A.
the crime capital of America.
Except their next stop is the holding tank.
All right, we're ready.
Hondo and Deacon own the entrance,
we got the only other line of travel off the block.
These bosses are done and don't know it.
Bets on how long we have to wait?
I'm going with two hours.
They'll agree or they won't.
Either way, we own them.
(PIANO PLAYS SLOW, GENTLE JAZZ MUSIC)
Don't swallow her now.
You take care of my girl.
BARTENDER: What can I get you?
(GASPS, CHUCKLES)
- Mmm. - Mmm.
- Te amo, cariño. - Yo también.
Now that we're all assembled, thank you all for coming.
Shows that we can put business first.
Our organizations move different products,
but we all have the same goal...
profit.
We also have the same problem... pipeline.
We all need a safer, better,
faster shipment across the border.
A new route that we create, we control.
I'm talking a business cooperative
to securely transport any and all commodities.
Ah, that's it. Keep it coming, fool.
On the record... conspiracy,
street terrorism, full enhancements.
Run by you and your One-Niners, Cyrus?
Manuela Diaz likes to speak first and speak loud.
Not a shy girl.
Yeah, murdered her way straight to the top.
I read her file. Took two sittings.
Did it mention how she raised the bar for Los Soldados?
I know she took the gang statewide.
Got her the respect of every cartel boss in Mexico.
Even El Diablo. That says a lot.
CYRUS: I'm offering shares.
Thug with a prospectus. We've been trying
to bring in Cyrus since before he was the number-one One-Niner.
MAN: To build some tunnel that never gets finished?
Like, now you're an engineer, Cyrus?
Sammy B. still overdresses.
Sharpest mug shots on file.
Him and The Brotherhood love to strut.
Tunnel's already built, Sammy. We just have to open it up.
What did he just say?
Oh, this is gonna play great in court.
You're talking about the Rabiosos' tunnel.
Never reached the border.
I've walked it.
Don't call me a liar now.
How about a wishful thinker?
Brave move for a guy without backup in the room.
- Pretty doesn't make him smart. - You think T.J.'s pretty?
That's more than I need to know.
Coffin Makers always been an arrogant bunch. White privilege.
- So, what's he bringing to the table? - Besides diversity?
Southwest drug trade. Bootleg oxy, hydro, fentanyl.
Busy folks in that room. You want it, they sell it... drugs,
guns, girls, boys.
Yeah, until they drive away today.
Once they lose sight of each other, D-Team moves in,
grabs 'em all up at the same time.
- Divide and conquer? - Safer than a firefight.
Amen to that, man.
I won't be long. Keep it close.
Will do.
(LAUGHS)
Mm. Mm.
(LAUGHS)
Dad.
Don't get up, dirtbag.
- Hey. - I am not going back to Salt Lake,
like, ever!
You're coming with me,
even if I have to carry you out of here, Mary-Beth.
- Mary-Beth? - I don't use that name anymore.
My name's Krystal now.
We'll talk about that in the car. Come on. Come on.
You can't just kidnap me.
- I... - Back off!
I'm a reserve deputy sheriff.
Put the gun down.
Hotel L.A. Rendezvous Bar. There's a man with a gun.
(GRUNTING, GUNSHOT)
Daddy!
- (GASPS) - Wh-What did you do?
The gun went off because of him! I didn't shoot him.
- Drop your guns! - No!
- Lenny! - Mary-Beth!
Let me go!
(GROANS) My God.
You with me?
(FRANTIC CHATTER)
WOMAN (OVER RADIO): Shots fired, L.A. Hotel.
What just happened?
Multiple 911 calls still coming in
from the hotel, Commander.
With nobody undercover inside.
We had to keep the entire staff blind to the op.
You know we couldn't risk a leak. You agreed.
It was a simple, perfect plan.
Best-laid plans of mice and men.
R-Commander to all responding units.
We have a Code 5 in progress.
Officer on site.
Do not respond with lights and sirens.
LUCA: Nothing to see down there even if
the targets happen to look out the windows, man.
They're way up on the tenth floor... look at them.
They don't have a clue.
It's unrelated.
You don't have to compromise your op.
R-Commander to all responding units,
stop vehicle and foot traffic
- in the vicinity. - Go!
Wait for further orders from the unit on site.
Command to 20-David, you're clear for entry.
One gunshot victim,
one hostage, possible domestic dispute.
Try to clean this up quick and quiet so we don't blow the op.
20-David to D-Team, 30 seconds out!
(TIRES SCREECH)
Synced & corrected by -robtor- www.addic7ed.com
♪
HONDO: We got a man with a gunshot wound.
I'm okay, sir.
Please, keep going.
Find my daughter.
Jackson, get this officer out to an R/A.
- There's one on the way. - Hey, her name is Mary-Beth.
All right, I got you.
Where was the last place you saw the hostage?
The biker dude pulled her out
through the restaurant, which isn't open yet.
Deacon, you and Chris.
We'll track them.
Describe this "biker dude."
Big, black leather jacket.
This the guy you saw?
Not at all.
She called him Lenny.
Seemed like some kind of protection thing, you know?
She was drinking; he wasn't.
Babysitting T.J.'s girl while he's upstairs?
How far can Lenny get with her?
From the restaurant, anywhere on the main floor.
TAN: Hotel security shut down the elevator
as soon as the first 911 call went out.
That's protocol, yeah.
DEACON: All clear.
Couple of chairs knocked over near the door.
Two sets of stairs going to other floors.
Uh, those are just public staircases for this wing.
This hotel's, like, 100 years old.
There's stairs everywhere.
Now, you get some place safe.
All right, we sweep by grid.
And fast, before word gets out that we're here.
Let's move.
(PHONE BUZZING)
HELLO. LENNY: T.J.,
we're hiding by the pool. Somebody called the cops.
Keep your ass parked
right where you are.
- He's out of range for audio. - Here he comes.
We have ears again. T.J.: Sorry, Cyrus.
Family emergency. I got to dash.
There won't be a second invitation for you, T.J.
Unless we need each other.
LYNCH: T.J.'s not gonna tell 'em.
Smarter than he looks.
All right, we follow him, we find the girl,
take him down, him and the buddy.
Solve all three problems at the same time.
(PHONE CHIMES)
Vámonos.
SAMMY B.: SWAT's here. What the hell?
They had spotters on the street, man.
HICKS: We got two separate crews
of fleeing felons, plus a hostage situation.
How many civilians at risk in the hotel?
Too many. How come Cyrus isn't worried?
HICKS: Who cares? Long as he stays put,
one less target to handle.
Luca, make sure this girl's father
doesn't try to sneak back on the premises.
We've already had enough trouble with him.
- Roger that, man. - He's a cop.
- He's a victim. - We had no problems
until this guy showed up, two states away
from his own jurisdiction, playing cowboy,
so I'm not having a whole lot of sympathy for him right now.
Command to 20-David, I'm heading over to security.
Set up a command post.
Making friends wherever you go?
It's my specialty, Frank.
We'll keep surveilling.
Be like old times.
Ah, they're turned off already.
Where are the stairs?
Is this the north side?
Never mind.
Could you try to look like guests?
Who don't have warrants out for 'em?
Krystal! Where you at? I'm here.
Lenny, come on out!
- Behind you! - HONDO: Stop right there!
Show me your hands!
- Tan! - (GUNSHOT, T.J. GROANS)
- Let the girl go! - I'm not stopping her.
Put the gun down. Put it down!
(T.J. GROANING)
- Face the glass. Hands in the air. - (T.J. COUGHS)
- Give me your hands. - Street.
HONDO: Mary-Beth? Give me your hands!
Come on. It's okay. You're safe.
It's all right. You can come out.
Come on out. Come to me. You're safe.
It's all right. I got you, Mary-Beth.
She hates that name.
Let's go.
Reserve Deputy George Becket, sir.
Salt Lake City Sheriff's Office.
Gonna need your gun, George. Yeah, I didn't discharge it.
This is from his bullet.
You know we still got to test.
You're a long way from home, George.
(SIGHS)
I've been looking for my daughter
ever since she took off last year.
Then she called her mom on her birthday about a week ago.
And you traced her phone.
It's all legal.
The rest was easy.
She was engaged before.
Nice guy.
Why do some girls always have to look for trouble?
Yeah, won't kill me.
- Count your blessings, right? - Yeah.
You got kids, Officer?
Uh, not yet.
Yeah. Little advice from the frontline?
Save yourself the grief.
I promised her mother I'd bring her home.
She's only 22.
Well, she's an adult, man.
Doesn't make her a grown-up.
- Is my dad okay? - It was an accident.
Get him out of here! Get him out of here!
Can I see him? If he hasn't been transported.
Get her to the R/A
- so they can check her out. - You got it.
Let's go, ma'am.
- I'm sorry. - Don't tell me.
Tell your pop.
This is 20-David to 22-David.
Coffin Makers in custody, One-Niners staying put.
Los Soldados and The Brotherhood are on the move.
Now, there may be civilians between them and the exit.
Inform the ranking officer.
LUCA: 22-David. On it.
- Thanks. - Daddy.
- Terry, what are you doing here, man? - Covering the news.
What does it look like I'm doing?
Just trying to get some footage to sell to the station.
- You got an update for me? - Look, even if
you were a real reporter with a real press pass,
not just some freelance stringer,
you don't cross police lines, man.
- It's a public safety rule. - Yeah, why aren't you with your team?
Stop.
Look, I'm still rehabbing from the hip surgery, man.
It's taking a minute.
I don't have time to talk about this, all right?
Give me a comment on camera, I'm out of your hair.
So you're blackmailing your own brother now?
Dude, how did you even sneak through here?
Dude, I heard it on the scanner before the tape went up.
I got to get here before everybody else does,
- or I get nothing. You know how it goes. - No, no, no, don't try
to work me, man. You need to get back
behind the tape right now. Go.
Oh, yeah? (LAUGHS)
Is this the part where you count to three,
like when we were kids?
Are you gonna kick my little ass?
One.
- Two! - Yeah, don't hurt your hip.
ANA: ¿Raúl?
Okay, okay.
You're gonna get us out of here, Ana.
Hondo, this is Greg Russo, assistant manager.
He just got word a housekeeper got snatched.
She was on the phone with her husband.
He's also an employee.
He-he heard a woman threaten her in Spanish.
Manuela Diaz.
The employee access card can open
just about every door in the hotel.
She's the Soldados' escape route.
Name's Ana Rodriguez.
HICKS: All right, Ana's our main priority.
Hotel security has already notified
the guests and staff to shelter in place.
Including the event on the top floor
we couldn't safely evacuate.
- How many people in there? - Head count's 22.
It's a seminar for start-ups.
They're a smart crowd. They'll stay put,
doors locked, just like I told 'em.
And there's private security inside.
- Why is that? - Othella Baker's speaking.
She's completely under the radar, zero publicity. Her choice.
She's a tech billionaire. She's never under the radar.
It's a high-profile target if any
of these crews figure out she's here.
Just to complicate the day.
Screen 17!
(STATIC CRACKLES)
- (SCREAMS) - Don't play
like that's the first gunshot you ever heard.
Get up!
Move.
Where's that camera? Ninth floor, east wing.
What's your surveillance back of house?
Only at the street exits, for inventory control.
What, in case your employees steal the soap?
It's corporate policy, not mine.
HICKS: All right. So we go old-school.
Roll out and save the housekeeper.
And, Hondo...
take the Soldados down.
Yes, sir.
(PHONE RINGING)
Yeah.
All right, they're going for separate staircases.
Splitting up's good strategy.
I hate the smart ones. You and me both.
All right, we got three teams, three gangs.
Hondo, Chris and Street own Los Soldados, east wing.
- Yup. - All right, R-Command to 30-David.
Deacon, you and Tan have the south wing, One-Niners.
Two tandem suspects, primary is solo.
50-David, Rocker, you have the north wing.
Brotherhood... three male suspects, boss has got a beard.
They're all gonna be looking for the exits.
Look, I should be out there with them.
Soon enough.
LAPD! Stop!
- Nadie se mueva. - Knives down! Knives down!
(COMMANDS IN SPANISH)
I need to find my wife.
They took Ana. We were on the phone,
- and I tried to warn her. - What's your name?
Raúl Duarte, busboy.
- All clear. - These are my friends from the kitchen,
José, Carlos, Paco, Jorge.
Verified. They all match.
Put your hands down.
I can help you, sir.
- No need, Raúl. - Look, I've worked here for eight years.
I know this place like I know my wife's own face.
You have to look at a map, sir.
Ana is taking them the slow way out.
She's showing me where they are.
How? We all have pens
for the checklists.
See here?
That's the eñe mark.
Show me.
Because she calls me "cariño,"
with the mark over the "N."
It's like saying "honey."
She's leaving him a breadcrumb trail.
She went straight.
We turn here.
We can cut 'em off.
Okay. Raúl, you're with us.
The rest of you, get back in the kitchen
and evacuate. Do it now.
Let's move. Move.
Hey. Stay behind me.
Stop if I stop.
♪
(GRUNTING)
Lights.
30-David.
Two of the One-Niners in custody,
- not the primary. - Where the hell's Cyrus?
There's no sign of The Brotherhood
or Los Soldados, either.
We control every exit.
Only way out is cuffed or bagged.
We've been here before.
(GRUNTS) No, we haven't.
Are you trying to die?
Don't play with me.
(SHOUTS, CHOKING)
We're gonna keep this simple.
You're gonna get us a safe exit out of here,
you stay alive.
(SHUDDERING)
Do you have kids?
No.
(GRUNTS) Go home tonight
and start making a baby with your man.
This is not your place.
How much do they pay you?
(GASPS, COUGHS)
No more mistakes.
♪
Hold. Hold, hold.
Hotel security feed.
They're coming at us from behind that door.
Going less than lethal.
Ready with pepper balls.
Raúl, get back behind the corner. Go.
- No, sir. - Hey.
Do not jeopardize your wife, man.
We have to keep her safe without having to worry about you.
Now, this is what we do. I said move back.
A man who loves his lady.
Let's bring her home to him.
HONDO: LAPD!
- Show your hands! - Put the gun down!
- (GRUNTS) - (SHOUTS)
(COUGHING)
- Ana, come to me! - (COUGHING)
Start crawling.
(COUGHING)
On your stomachs!
Hands behind your back!
- Solid moves back there. - (CHUCKLES)
My husband made me take self-defense
to stop male guests.
Works on women, too.
Raúl helped us find you.
He's right there.
(GASPING)
♪
HONDO: 20-David. Code 4. Hostage safe.
Soldados all in custody.
Okay, we got four to go.
Command to 20-David. Good work.
Wait for Patrol for transport.
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING OVERHEAD)
♪
(GUNSHOTS)
Have your boys move around, Avet. Keep firing.
Make the cops think there's a whole lot
of crazy Little Brothers showing up for us.
You brought how many guys?
Yeah, that should be enough distraction
to get us out of here.
Good work.
(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)
(BULLET WHIZZES)
Command to 20-David, multiple shots
fired outside perimeter, unknown locations.
We got new guests at the party.
Sanchez, you're good.
Just keep breathing, buddy.
Sammy B. might have called in for backup as a diversion.
Only the juvie Little Brothers are this nuts.
We're gonna get out of this.
SWAT, come on.
(PHONE CHIMES)
Commander. My brother's in trouble.
Command to 20-David, officer down, four-side service door.
Armed suspects looking to breach perimeter.
Good Samaritan in proximity is Luca's brother, Terry.
Lok, how do you not have security cams at the exits?
Because the company only puts the money where it shows.
Sir, a cop needs help.
- I'm going out there, man. - No, you won't.
You're not cleared for action.
Well, then I'll go as a civilian.
No, you will not.
I will cuff you myself for interference.
Now sit down and trust your teammates.
That's a direct order, Officer.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Whose shop is this?
- Mine. - Toss me the keys.
(ENGINE REVVING)
Yes or no, Avet... are both ends of the alley clear?
Make sure.
Would you stand still?
(TIRES SCREECH)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
- Good? - Yeah, his name is Sanchez.
Listen, I know that hurts like hell,
but it's just a soft tissue wound.
Missed everything you need. You hear me?
You stopped the bleeding. Nice work, Terry.
Yeah, my Boy Scout badge in first aid came through.
I don't look like a Boy Scout. I know.
- Looks lie. - DEACON: 30-David to 20-David,
suspects are at the service door.
- What's your 20? - This is 20-David in position.
Hang back.
Street's gonna soften 'em up for you.
- Roger that. - Street, move, move.
♪
DEACON: Here they come.
LAPD! Stop right there!
(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)
- LAPD! On the ground! - Face down!
Hands behind your head! Cross your legs!
- Do not move. - Hands behind your back!
30-David to Command, suspects in custody.
Shame on that shirt.
I have the right to remain silent.
Nobody's even asked you a question.
(SIREN WAILING)
Here come your wheels, man.
26-David to 22-David, Code 4.
- Everybody safe. - All right, thank you. Copy that, Street.
All right, Cyrus Wadel's the only one left.
He's still free-range, hunkered down somewhere.
Oh, she looks stressed.
Is it true Othella Baker's at risk?
No. She's sheltering in place with the rest of her seminar.
Why didn't you tell me?
The mayor thinks I deliberately cut her out of a loop
I didn't even know about.
So, then lay the blame on me.
Baker happens to be a personal friend of the mayor's.
Meaning "donor"?
Oh. (SCOFFS) Quit buffing your halo.
You're just as political as the rest of us,
and I don't like it, either.
What are we doing to protect a household name?
- She means something. - Same thing we're doing
for everyone else still in the building:
apprehending the suspects, crew by crew.
Hey, hey, hey. Cyrus.
Wadel didn't just happen to find the service wing.
That's because he knew how and where.
Where's the assistant manager?
Give me your phone, Greg.
I don't have to do that.
You're not making another call.
You can cooperate, or you can wish you had.
Binary choice.
Why would you help this guy?
LYNCH: Because that's how Greg gets drugs and hookers
for the guests who want them, right?
He said he just wanted a party suite for the day.
What floor is that camera?
- Top floor. 11. - HICKS: Baker's seminar.
House phone in there, correct?
Connect me.
They need to keep that door locked, no matter what.
CYRUS: Help me, please! Help me!
They're coming this way!
- Help me! Let me in! - (PHONE RINGING)
- I work here! Please! - Hello?
- Oh, thank you. Thank you. Lock the door. - What?
- (DOOR CLOSES) - MAN: What's going on?
No,
he's already in the room with us now.
(GASPING)
Hang up.
(GASPING, FRANTIC CHATTER)
Lay your guns on the floor,
or you and your boss die first.
Do it.
Do what he says.
Do it.
Smart.
Hook him up. Sit his butt where I can see him.
- Turn around. - (GRUNTS)
50-David to Command, 11th floor.
West corridor is locked down.
We're moving into position.
Copy. Stand by.
(LINE RINGING)
Let's see what Cyrus wants.
(EXHALES)
(PHONE RINGING)
(RINGING STOPS)
(PHONE CLATTERS TO FLOOR)
See, I was just gonna hide in here,
gonna sneak out later.
If you just hadn't answered the phone.
- I'm sorry. - Me, too.
Because now I need a whole new plan.
How about... letting the rest of them go?
I'm the rich bitch.
I'm your best hostage.
And way easier to manage.
You don't scare easy, that's for sure.
Because I know we both have the same goal.
We both want to live through the day.
Right?
Afraid that's not gonna happen.
My name is Othella.
What's yours?
Cyrus.
Are you ready?
Text him the route.
- He'll believe you. - (PHONE WHOOSHES)
MAN: Let's go, let's go.
Move. Move. Move.
Hands in the air. Hands in the air.
Go, go. Move.
Ladies first.
Nobody's called me a lady in years, Cyrus.
(PHONE CHIMES)
This way.
There's a fire escape off this roof.
I-I don't see it.
- Cyrus. - It's a setup!
CHRIS: 24-David to Command. I have a clear line of sight
on the suspect... waiting for confirmation.
HICKS: Roger, 24-David.
- It's on you. - Roger.
HONDO: There's nowhere to go, man.
SWAT owns every exit.
I have the hostage!
- I have the leverage! - That's why you ain't
gotta die out here on this gravel.
It's hard enough for black men
to stay alive without you adding to the numbers.
I'm already a number,
about to be tagged and bagged. Isn't that what you call it?
Or you release the hostage and we walk down the stairs,
and you get to see tomorrow. It's your choice.
Come on.
Cyrus.
Think about what you're doing, man!
That's too big of a jump. You ain't gonna make it.
Cyrus, don't do this.
- Please. - Shut up.
You're no better than me, just richer.
We can both make it out of this.
- You're wrong. - Cyrus!
(BAKER SCREAMING)
- (BODY THUDS) - I got you.
I got you.
- (PANTING) - I got you.
You're okay.
Come on.
♪
HONDO: 20-David to Command. Code 4.
Suspect down. Hostage safe.
Are you all right?
Not exactly.
But I'm breathing.
(CHUCKLES)
Yes, you are.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Thank all of you.
Let's get you checked out.
Oh, no worries. I'm... I'm tough.
Uh, for having almost fallen off a tall building?
Yeah, that's an understatement, ma'am.
Officer, what's your name?
Sergeant Harrelson.
I'll remember that.
♪
- (CROWD CHATTER, - CAMERAS CLICKING)
LUCA: Hey, you're the hero who saved
a cop's life, man. If you hadn't been there...
You mean if I would've listened to you?
Hey, news at 6:00 and 11:00. Raise your price, man.
None of that can pay my rent.
You could've gotten yourself killed, bro.
I mean, I could've lost you.
You didn't.
Peace?
Yeah. Something like that, yeah.
♪
STREET: Hey.
(SIGHS)
My position was bad.
I... I should have had that shot.
You good?
For real?
Just...
felt like we, uh, didn't get to finish
that conversation from this morning.
You always want to overtalk everything.
Uh, and you don't talk enough.
We're a perfect fit.
Okay.
You go first.
Are you happy?
I mean, I... I'm afraid to say it out loud,
but... yeah, I am.
Crazy, right?
Good for you.
For the both of you.
I mean that.
Thanks.
Your turn.
(SIGHS)
Um...
I'm finally getting settled in my own skin again.
Figuring out what's next.
Nothing wrong with quiet waters, right?
Miss you.
I'm standing right here.
No, I mean I miss our conversations.
We've kind of drifted apart lately.
We see each other every day on the job.
And today has been a long day.
I, um...
I haven't told Molly about...
about that kiss.
Is... is that wrong of me?
No.
That was before her, and that's between us.
So...
there's no point.
Okay.
Hasta mañana.
With a little bit of luck.
HICKS: Still here?
Today or in general?
(CHUCKLES)
I get that you're still miffed.
Have you ever apologized, Commander?
And meant it?
I do the best I can, same as you.
I'm not always right.
- Neither am I. - You were right about Russo.
- I wasn't looking at him. - You had a mission to run.
I was there to observe.
Sometimes we work together okay.
You never answered my question.
Why didn't you tell me about Othella Baker?
Because you didn't have the need to know.
And I didn't want complications from city hall.
I wasn't gonna prioritize civilians by net worth.
I respect that.
Would you have not told the mayor?
I don't know.
But it would have been nice if you trusted me.
I'm sorry.
♪
You good, Deac?
The concert promoter hasn't been able
to reach Buck all day long, and he's pissed.
Doesn't sound like Buck.
Yeah, well, that's how he's been acting lately.
And I'm running out of slack.
Deac. Buck raised us in SWAT,
- both you and me. - I know.
But I don't know if I can convince Owen
to keep him on the job, and-and frankly...
I don't know if I... if I should even try.
I hate it, too.
(SIGHS) So what happens to Buck?
What happens to any of us, Deac?
Nobody dies from old age in SWAT.
That's why you got to admire Mumford.
(CHUCKLES) - He rolled out of here in a convertible
- before he faded away. - With a brand-new bride.
Yeah. He got what he wanted.
Yeah.
I don't know what to do about Buck.
Deac, when you're a soldier...
and we are soldiers...
you only got one objective every day when you're deployed:
don't die.
Makes it simple.
But then eventually you are mustered out.
No more mission distraction.
And those inner voices get loud, man, they get real damn loud.
Who am I?
What am I?
Why am I...
even still able to hear a heartbeat?
I don't know, man, I really don't.
I don't know what any of us are gonna do.
Golf.
(WRY CHUCKLE)
It's just a waste of grass.
- Yeah, it's a long walk spoiled. - Hmm.
- (SIGHS) - You got a better plan?
(SCOFFS SOFTLY)
Do you?
Nope.
It's too late to die young, Deac.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)