Previously on SWAT... Pablo Fuentes.
(gunshot) HICKS: Pablo and Ricardo Fuentes,
father and son, been in a messy eminent domain battle.
SHERIFF: The city's been forcibly
buying up all the properties in the area.
They want to build a concert venue.
He's not waking up.
HICKS: Let me come in.
I'll take his place
and you let me get him to a hospital.
Your next priority is to get that baby out.
Once we do that, you make entry and put an end to this thing.
What's the safe word?
(grunting)
July.
You said nobody would get hurt!
Miguel, don't, I thought we were doing the right thing.
Look what it cost us.
HONDO: If they had just let go of the house,
they could've kept on as a family.
Sometimes when the past grabs ahold of you...
it just doesn't let go.
* *
FLANAGAN: Now, it took a few years
and a lot of red tape, but...
L.A.'s newest concert venue,
the Crescenta Amphitheatre, is finally under construction.
(applause)
Congratulations. Thank you so much.
(applause) (engine revving)
(automatic gunfire)
(screaming) (gunfire)
There'll be no construction today!
You're all trespassing on stolen land!
Get on the ground!
(gunfire)
(screaming) GUNMAN: Don't move!
See what happens if you try to run?
Nobody's going anywhere.
On your knees, now! Throw me your phones!
Come on. Throw them.
* *
You. Pick up your camera. I've got something to say.
There are consequences for building on land
that was taken from its owners against their will.
FLANAGAN: No. No, no.
Nothing was taken.
All the landowners were fairly compensated.
Fairly compensated?!
(screaming) There was nothing fair about it!
More than 50 families forced out of their own homes.
And you think calling it "eminent domain" somehow
cleanses you? It was illegal seizure!
Common theft!
And we won't stand for it!
* *
Dispatch, this is 2-7 Patrol responding.
We have armed intruders at the Crescenta Amphitheatre site.
I see hostages, at least two gunmen...
DISPATCHER: 2-7 Patrol, come in.
Security guard radio'd in. Cops'll be coming soon.
What are we gonna do?
MIGUEL: We're not leaving until we
shut this place down, just like we planned.
(engine starts)
* *
What's going on, Cabrera?
A little tired?
Didn't get much sleep, huh?
Oh, that's right. Had the big date last night.
This one a keeper?
Guess not.
TAN: Couldn't've been worse than the last guy. Come on.
The one who forgot to mention he was on house arrest?
STREET: Or what about the one that ate all the toppings
off your pizza... then left you with the check.
Let's just say, I'm fast turning into a cynic
when it comes to love.
Lucky for me I'm married, don't have to deal
with the dating world. What I hear from you and Luca,
it sounds like the Wild West out there.
Hey.
Sure you'll find "the one," though.
Just got to keep swiping right.
Come on. Couldn't have been that bad.
I'm sure my date would say it was.
I couldn't focus on him, I was too distracted
the whole time.
What do you mean? Why?
Tan's wife was at the restaurant.
With a guy who definitely wasn't Tan.
She's a sports agent.
She has to wine and dine clients all the time.
Do you play footsie under the table with clients?
Or make out with them at the valet stand?
They were all over each other, Street.
And y-you're positive that it was Bonnie?
I've never met her in person,
but Tan's forever posting her picture on his social media.
It was definitely her.
So, what do I do?
If I don't tell him,
I'm keeping a secret from my teammate.
We're keeping a secret.
(phones beeping)
A hostage situation. We got to roll.
* *
(sirens approaching)
They're coming. Cops are here.
We need to buy a little more time.
Let's go.
(sirens wailing)
(gunfire)
(glass shattering) (grunting)
Hey, they're taking fire!
Patrol, get out of there. Back out!
* *
(gunfire continues)
Damn it!
The entrance is blocked!
(sirens wailing)
Incoming!
(glass shatters)
We got no eyes here, boss.
The two gunmen are retreating.
I can't see beyond the containers
to know what's going on, though.
HONDO: Street, get the drone in the air.
They've got hostages.
We need to know what we're dealing with in there.
(whirring)
Luca, can you get us in there?
LUCA: Hell yeah.
Betty's pushed through worse.
All right, do it now.
* *
Looks like they've circled the shipping containers.
Fortified their position.
CABRERA: Security who called it in.
They shot the poor guy.
20-David to Command,
one casualty on-site.
Roll an R/A on our call.
* *
This is Sergeant Harrelson, LAPD SWAT!
We know you've got hostages in there.
Let's talk about what you need so we can end all this.
Nothing you can give us!
HONDO: Don't be so sure.
No need for more people to get hurt.
Talk to me!
What are they doing in there?
Street. Anything?
STREET: Just a few more seconds.
They've got a drone. We're running out of time.
Come on, man, hurry up!
You're not gonna get away with this.
You know that, right? FLANAGAN: Come on!
This is stupid. You can't stop progress.
(grunts)
STREET: Hondo, they've got explosives.
At least three hostages wired to blow.
We can't wait. We got to move.
20-David to Command.
Explosives on-site.
We need a bomb unit
at our location ASAP.
MAN: There, I got it. We're good.
All right.
Set the timer.
(beeps) Let's go.
Let's go! Come on, come on!
Go!
* *
HONDO: D-Team, fall in on me.
* *
I've got eyes on the hostages.
They're strapped with explosives.
I don't see any gunmen. TAN: Over there.
On an ATV.
(engine revving)
Hondo, we go in pursuit?
No, we can't. We got to free these hostages.
Street, Cabrera, get those other people out of here.
Luca, Tan, you're with me on these three.
Move in.
All right, everybody, out this way.
Out this way! LUCA: Got to hurry.
30 seconds on the timer, boss.
Come on! Get up!
Go, go, go.
(clamoring, shouting)
TAN: All right, he's alive
but unresponsive. HONDO: I don't see any tripwires.
I think we're clear to cut him free
and get him out of here.
You're good. Go, go, go.
Come on, you're free. Let's go.
Come on, we got to go.
Hondo!
Don't wait on me! I got this guy!
Hey.
Hey. Grab me. Grab ahold of me.
Come on, come on.
* *
He's not gonna make it.
Hondo, come on! Get down!
Mouth open, cover your ears!
(beeps)
(high-pitched ringing)
* *
Hondo, Luca, I want a debrief now,
before you hit the showers. Yes, sir.
But can I ask, what're you still doing here?
I thought you were on that bridge standoff
with 40-Squad all night.
I was. I was already home when I got the alert
about the Crescenta Amphitheatre.
Given our history with the site, I came back.
Our history, sir?
Yeah, you didn't recognize it?
Well, I'm sure it looks different now.
Three years ago, all of us were there.
The Fuentes home. That barricade where you were held hostage.
Their house was one of the homes razed
to make room for construction.
Yeah, anyone get close enough to ID the gunmen?
They were all masked up, but one of the hostages
got everything on camera.
We had him upload it to our site.
All right, good.
More than 50 families forced out of their own homes.
And you think calling it "eminent domain"
somehow cleanses you?
It was illegal seizure!
Common theft!
And we won't stand for it!
Freeze it.
I know that voice. Those eyes.
That's Miguel Fuentes.
What the hell is he caught up in?
These guys were out to make a point.
And whatever it is, it ain't over.
Yeah, well, Miguel didn't just lose his home that day,
he watched his father die at the hands of SWAT.
We need to find him and put an end to this.
All right, I'll put out a BOLO,
get his photo to every unit, every agency.
Look, he can't hide. Someone'll find him.
That's not good enough.
This started with SWAT and it's got to be SWAT
that brings him in. You understand me?
Yes, sir.
* *
Fill me in on the last three years of Miguel Fuentes' life.
Well, from what I can tell,
he's spent most of it behind bars.
He did a stint in juvie after the barricade three years ago,
then an arrest for arson,
then he spent some time in Twin Towers
for an assault when he turned 18.
He's been off the grid ever since.
All right, we need to ID the others in his crew,
find out where they might hide, and if they'll strike again.
Okay, Street and Cabrera are working on that as we speak.
Sir, when you were inside the Fuentes home,
did you talk with Miguel?
Just enough to think he'd go down a better path,
but obviously I was wrong.
You know, I made a connection
with Miguel's grandfather Pablo that day.
Maybe if I reach out to him, he might know who his grandson
has been palling around with. Might bear a lead.
I'm going to call Cali Correctional...
Actually, sir, it's too late.
Pablo Fuentes
passed away in prison last month.
It's probably why the developers
were finally able to break ground.
He was still fighting a legal battle against the city.
He died, the battle died with him.
Well, I guess that explains why this is all happening now.
They must've pushed Miguel over the edge.
Commander, look,
you've been on the clock for what, 24 hours now?
Why don't you head home?
We'll call you if something breaks.
What about Miguel's mother, Lupe Fuentes?
I saved her life that day,
I helped her and her baby escape.
Maybe she could help us.
Why don't you and Hondo pick her up and bring her in?
Yes, sir. And what about you?
I've got coffee. Don't worry about me. Go, get moving.
STREET: I looked at all of Miguel's
former cellmates.
None of them popped as possible accomplices.
Either they're still locked up, or they alibi out.
Yeah, I'm not having any luck with Miguel's financials either.
I guess I should've seen that coming,
given he has no employment records or bank statements.
Yeah. What're you working on?
Miguel's social media.
You might not be having any luck tracking him physically,
but I got him virtually.
He can't help but keep an online persona going,
even if he's trying to hide his real identity.
We already knew he was passionate about the cause.
How's this get us to the rest of the crew?
I'm running a search through all his photos,
filtering for specific physical markers
that the witnesses reported this morning.
Particular scars, tattoos, pink hair...
Found this.
That's got to be her. Who is she?
I don't know yet. It's gonna take some digging.
But if I can find her in a photo that links
to both their accounts,
we might just have her.
Got to let the search do its thing...
Sorry to interrupt.
I know you guys are having a crazy day.
It's all over the news.
Hey, Jim. How are you?
Nice to see you, Bonnie. You, too.
Hey, what are you doing? Hi.
I just need to swap cars with you, babe.
I've got a presentation for the L.A. Galaxy this afternoon.
Yeah, of course. I-I wouldn't have taken yours,
but I thought you weren't getting back until later.
Yeah, well, I wrapped everything up in Atlanta,
decided to grab an earlier flight this morning.
Hey, you haven't met Cabrera yet. Come on.
Cabrera, this is my wife Bonnie.
Bonnie, this is Cabrera.
Alexis. Nice to finally meet you.
Hey, did I, uh, did I hear you say you just flew in?
Yeah, just in time for a big meeting.
And then another flight out tomorrow morning.
Bonnie's become one of her firm's top sports agents.
Keeps her pretty busy.
I'm sure it does.
Look, I don't want to keep you guys.
Uh, your keys are in my locker.
I'll grab them and walk you out. Okay.
Bye, Jim. Nice meeting you, Alexis. Bye.
Are you absolutely positive
that it was Bonnie you saw last night? Yes.
100%. It was her.
Tan needs to know the truth.
Well, knowing how much he loves her,
not sure I want to be the one to blow up his marriage.
How about you?
(knocking)
Yeah.
I heard a rumor you were out
with 40-Squad all night.
I didn't expect to find you here.
I got a lot going on, Doc.
I thought that we agreed that you were going to
take better care of yourself,
find a way to separate from the job,
so that at least it could afford you
some time to get some rest.
Well, in a perfect world, sure.
But 40-Squad had a situation. I needed to be there.
And now we got another situation.
If by situation, you mean Miguel Fuentes? That's right.
How many times in the past three years have I tried
to get you to talk about that day?
And every time, you seem to avoid it.
Because there's nothing to talk about. Come on, Robert.
That must've been a traumatic experience for you.
You were held prisoner.
A man was killed.
And now Miguel is caught up
in this mess today?
It's got to bring up some tough memories.
It has to be personal.
A family was destroyed and I was right in the middle of it.
So, yeah, of course it's personal.
Do you feel that you are responsible
for Miguel being in trouble?
(stammers) We'll never know what Miguel
could've or might've done with his life
if that day had gone differently.
(phone buzzing) Is that a yes or a no?
I'm afraid our time's up.
Miguel's mother's here, I need to have a word with her.
You're avoiding the topic again.
Well, I got a lot going on.
It's not the right day for a head-shrink.
Well, if you reconsider, I'll be in my office.
Well, with any luck, I won't be.
Mrs. Fuentes.
Thank you for coming down here.
Come on.
Like I had a choice.
I hope your daughter's doing well.
She's got to be, what, four years old now?
My daughter's fine.
But this obviously isn't about her.
It's about Miguel, so...
Look, we need your help to find him
before he gets into any more trouble.
After what you did three years ago,
now you expect my cooperation?
LUCA: Commander Hicks
helped you that day.
I mean, he got you and your baby out safely.
Only so that his men could attack the house
and kill my husband.
Mrs. Fuentes, I feel bad about what happened that day,
but a deputy had been shot.
And I did what I had to do to save that man's life.
At what cost?
Have you ever thought about
how that day destroyed our lives?
Yes.
And that was a horrible day.
You lost your husband, your home...
I lost everything.
I was a happy wife and mother,
surrounded by family in the home I loved.
Now, I'm a widow,
raising my daughter alone in a one-bedroom apartment
that I can barely afford,
all our money spent on
funerals and lawyers.
How is that fair?
It's not. I'm, uh...
I'm truly sorry for what you lost.
Mrs. Fuentes.
We really need to find Miguel.
Do you have any idea where he might be?
Miguel and I...
He carries so much rage,
I finally had to ask him to stay away from us,
for my daughter's sake.
When did you speak to him last?
About a month ago.
He came by just to tell me his grandfather had died.
He was with three others this morning.
Do you have any idea who they might be?
If I were to guess,
maybe other kids from our old neighborhood.
Lot of families lost their homes.
Let's pull up a roster of everyone who lived in that area
before the neighborhood was razed.
Thank you, Mrs. Fuentes.
Commander?
I understand that what Miguel did is wrong,
and that he has to be stopped.
But I already buried my husband.
Please don't make me bury my son, too.
Heard we got a positive ID
on one of Miguel's crew.
Yes, sir. Just landed it. Her name's Roxana Pineda.
We're pretty sure she's Miguel's girlfriend,
but definitely not from the same neighborhood.
Private schools in Brentwood. Dropped out of Princeton.
Poor little rich girl.
Don't know if it's daddy issues or what,
but anti-establishment seems to be her thing.
She's got a number of arrests,
most of them misdemeanor vandalism
and trespassing, all of them tied to protests.
Well, she's gone way beyond protests this time.
We have an address? CABRERA: None. Unless an apartment
in Paris counts.
We do have financials, though.
Our warrant gives us pretty broad access.
We're following credit cards, bank statements
and cash apps, anything registered in her name.
Anything on the other two members of his crew? CABRERA: Still working on it.
We're hoping links to Roxana and Miguel give them up.
All right, Luca's putting together a list
of all the families that lost homes
to make way for the Crescenta Amphitheatre.
You make sure you cross-reference with those.
Hold on. Just got a hit from a ChargePoint.
Roxana just plugged her electric car
into a charging station in Encino.
You want us to roll out? 80-Squad's already in the area.
Get them on it. I want this crew in custody now.
TAN: Commander, 80-Squad grabbed the girl. What about the others?
Well, she was alone. But while her car was charging,
she went to the bank across the street,
withdrew $10,000 in cash.
TAN: Risked identifying herself
for a full battery and ten G's.
LUCA: Doesn't seem worth it.
But then again, she's not exactly driven by logic.
Well, it doesn't matter. It's over for her.
No. It's not even close to over.
* *
HONDO: Congratulations, Roxana. You've done it.
You want to be a rebel, a disrupter.
Showing up to every protest and attaching
yourself to every cause.
You know, a little rich girl like you,
I would've labeled you a poser. But no.
You're all in on this one.
Commission of a murder during an act of terror.
Okay? That's almost certain life. Hope it was worth it.
Would've been more worth it if this morning went as planned.
But there'll be more. You'll see.
Are you really okay with spending the rest
of your life in prison for Miguel's cause?
Someone has to fight for the innocent people
whose lives are destroyed in the name of so-called progress.
What about the innocent people
that you tried to blow up this morning?
Those developers aren't innocent.
Gentrification is just genocide in slow motion.
(scoffs) All right.
Your father earned his fortune in real estate.
You grew up in Brentwood.
You really gonna try to pretend that this
is about anything more than getting back at Daddy?
I don't speak to my father anymore.
I don't want anything from him.
Except for the $10,000 that you withdrew
from an account that he funds.
My mother is Chicana. I am Chicana.
And I hold my head up knowing at least I stand for something.
(scoffs)
What about you?
You protect and serve your oppressors.
What do you stand for?
Look, the only chance that you have of ever walking free again
is if you help us find the rest of your crew.
Okay? We can tell the D.A. you cooperated,
maybe get your sentenced reduced.
You really don't get it, do you?
I would never betray my brothers-in-arms.
Well, thanks to you, we already know who they are.
We found their fingerprints in your car.
Ivan Rojas,
Nestor Garcia and your boyfriend, Miguel Fuentes.
Roxana, you don't owe them anything.
And I'm guessing you were already planning
to cut and run, right?
Just take your daddy's cash and go find some other cause
to add to your wokeness résumé.
You're wrong again.
I would never go anywhere without Miguel.
That money was for the two of us
so we can leave when this is over.
Well, I got bad news.
It's already over for you.
And it will be for them too, soon enough.
You'll never stop our plan!
The thieves who have
fleeced our people of their land for generations,
they will pay.
The girl gave up nothing,
except to say Miguel and his crew aren't done yet.
So we need to find them before they attack again.
What do we know about these two?
STREET: Well, Ivan Rojas is Miguel's cousin.
Lived in the same neighborhood as the Fuentes family.
Dad died young. Single mom
took an early eminent domain payout
and moved the family to East L.A.
Car repo. Apartment eviction.
Looks like they've been struggling ever since.
Ivan's racked up a jacket
for aggravated assault and grand larceny.
He's been in and out of jail
on some pretty serious charges. He's out on parole.
All right, let's reach out to his mom and his parole officer.
See if they can give us any insight
on his whereabouts or patterns.
What about the other guy?
Nestor Garcia. Childhood friends with Miguel.
Same neighborhood. Similar story.
Got evicted around the same time, three years ago.
He's a few years older than Miguel.
After high school, he joined the Army.
Worked bomb disposal unit until he was
dishonorably discharged for assaulting his C.O.
Since then,
one count of theft, another for destroying
public property, and so on.
So they each lost their home to make way for the amphitheater.
So they got an axe to grind.
We need to figure out who with and that can tell us
where they're headed next. We sent protective details
to the land developers' office and notified
the sheriff's deputies who enforced the evictions
to be on alert.
As for where Miguel and his crew
are going next, we're working it, sir.
We need to work it harder. There's too much at stake here.
I need these guys
found yesterday. Yes, sir.
Ah, I see you're still here, Commander.
Yeah, I still got a lot going on, Doc.
Can you get a five-minute break?
Because I have an espresso machine in my office.
And I can make you a latte.
Yeah, I'm not falling for that. I'm all right, thanks.
You know, you're not responsible for
how Miguel Fuentes turned out. You know that, right?
(sighs)
You know...
99 days out of 100,
I go home knowing that I made a difference in this city.
But that day, three years ago?
There was no winning that day.
Even though I didn't pull the trigger,
I gave the order to put down Miguel's father
right in front of him.
So... (chuckles)
if I'm not responsible, then who is?
Why do you get all the blame?
Surely Ricardo Fuentes,
the man who shot a sheriff's deputy
and held you at gunpoint,
he bears some responsibility for what happened.
Good or bad, we live with our calls.
That's the burden we bear as cops.
Look, I...
I own my part of what happened that day.
It's... It's just what happened afterward that I question.
What do you mean? Well, I keep asking myself:
does any of this happen if I would've checked on Miguel
after that day?
If I would've made more of an effort
to see how he was doing?
Robert, there is no way to know
if Miguel would've been better off
if you had done anything differently. (sighs)
I saw that boy lose his father.
That sort of trauma, sadly, I've witnessed too many times.
Certainly enough that I should've known
where this was going.
Maybe I could've helped him through it.
Well... at least I could've tried.
Robert, um, come on, let's go sit for a moment.
Come on. We can talk. No.
This was good.
Thanks, Doc.
Oh, damn it.
I thought I had an angle on Nestor,
but his financials are a dead end.
Patrol checked his last known address.
New tenants said he got evicted a couple months back.
You having any better luck with Ivan?
Nothing. Even his mother hasn't seen him in over a month.
It's like these guys, all being uprooted three years ago...
They just never really landed again.
Yeah. Hey, good news.
We got expedited warrants
for the entire crew's mobile carriers.
Phone data should be coming through soon.
I'll keep you posted.
We have to.
Yeah. Actually, Tan,
uh, hold up a sec.
There's, uh...
There's something we got to tell you.
What's up?
You the one who's been stealing
my protein drinks from the fridge?
No.
Tan, last night, I was at Del Fresco's for dinner,
and I saw Bonnie.
Bonnie was in Atlanta.
Must've been someone who looked just like her.
It was Bonnie.
And she was there with a guy.
Seemed like they were on a date.
You messing with me?
He put you up to this?
Because it's not very funny. STREET: It's not a joke.
Dude, we are so sorry.
We just figured you'd want to know.
That you think my wife is cheating on me?
Like I said, we're sorry.
If you don't believe me, ask her.
Ask Bonnie where she was last night.
I will. And she'll tell me
that she was in Atlanta, on business.
Okay, then she'd be lying.
Tan, we're just trying to look out for you.
I know it's complicated.
What? You get with Chris,
all of a sudden you're a relationship expert?
And you, Cabrera.
Why don't you figure out your own disaster
of a love life before you start interfering in mine.
Tan...
Roxana's phone.
Sir, are you sure this is a good idea?
Miguel's got to be wondering where Roxana is.
He might figure she's been scooped up by now.
And maybe he won't pick up, but it's worth a try.
We need to know where these guys are.
Now, is Cabrera ready to triangulate his location?
She is. But all due respect,
Commander, I think you're too close to this one.
July.
That was the safe word
I used to take the kill shot
that set this whole thing in motion.
So, you're damn right I'm too close to this one.
That's why I have to make this call.
(phone ringing)
Roxy, where you been?
We're almost ready.
Roxana?
Miguel.
This is Commander Robert Hicks, LAPD SWAT.
Do you remember me?
Yeah. How can I forget?
What do you want, Commander?
HICKS: Well, I was hoping we could talk.
Yeah, like you talked to my dad? I don't think so.
I don't want anyone else to get hurt, Miguel,
and that includes you.
Now, you weren't responsible
for any of what happened three years ago.
But this, what you're doing now?
It's wrong. And it's got to stop.
Nah. There's no stopping it.
HICKS: I'm trying to help you here, Miguel.
No. I ain't the same kid I was back then, okay?
You can't trick me again.
All right, okay.
Okay, all right. Fine.
Then here it is, man to man.
Nothing you do can bring back what you lost three years ago.
But you still have a little sister
and a mother who love you.
Turn yourself in.
Stop this now,
before you lose them, too.
You're right.
I can never change what happened to my family.
But I can make the people who ruined our lives
pay for what they did.
I lost him.
Hey! Hurry up!
Cabrera, tell me you got him.
Call pinged off a cell tower in Hollywood.
Didn't last long enough to pin an exact spot.
LUCA: Intel just came in from Ivan Rojas's
mobile carrier. Got all of his metadata,
including location history.
This guy gets around.
But there are a couple areas he kept going back to
over the last two weeks, spending time,
including the Crescenta Amphitheatre construction site.
So you're thinking these are locations he was casing.
Anything up around Hollywood?
Just one. Up off Laurel Canyon.
Get me property details on homes near that location.
Wait a minute. Whoa, whoa, whoa. That one.
Chip Jenkins. He's a city councilman.
I was reading up on the Fuentes case earlier.
Jenkins was there talking down protesters
at the Fuentes standoff three years ago.
It goes deeper than that. Jenkins is the one
who proposed the eminent domain plan
to clear out the residents
and build a concert venue.
He signed off on the whole thing.
He's got to be their next target.
All right, get over there now.
I'll call ahead.
(dialing)
* *
Madeline, we don't have money in the budget
for road improvements
in your district. We could...
(buzzing) issue a series of obligation bonds,
uh, in the interim...
Hey, get out! What are you guys doing?!
What do you want?
What do you want from me?
Shut up!
I-I have money.
Shut your mouth!
(tires screech)
* *
Could be the ride Miguel and his crew took.
And it looks like Jenkins is home.
We got to get inside. Let's go.
Just tell me what you want. I can help you.
I've got like 20 grand in my safe, plus watches.
The combination is, is 4412.
In the bedroom.
You can take 'em, take 'em and go.
Oh, we'll take 'em.
But there's no buying your way out of this one.
Not after you stole our land
and destroyed our families.
Wait, you guys are the ones that killed the guard
at the construction site this morning.
Construction site?
Hey, that was our neighborhood.
We lost everything because of you. Everything!
Now it's time you feel
that same pain. Look, I'm sorry.
I was just doing my job.
Everything I did was legal.
(screams)
Just 'cause it's legal doesn't make it right.
To the safe, man. Go.
You all smelling that?
It's gasoline.
They must be dousing the place.
The Fuentes standoff ended with the house on fire, didn't it?
They're gonna do the same to this place, with Jenkins inside.
Tan, Stevens, take the three side,
cover the back for egress.
We got no time to negotiate. Got to get in there.
Get the door-cracker.
(beeps) (lock snaps)
Covert entry.
Shallow to deep, on me.
We got you covered, Luca.
Three. Two. One. Breach.
Please don't.
Please don't. Please...
You're right!
Okay? I screwed your neighborhood over!
I'm sorry, but please don't do this!
I can fix this if you let me go!
It's too late for apologies.
(muffled shouting)
(whistles)
(grunts)
Ivan?
(groaning)
Ivan?
(Ivan groaning)
(grunts)
Over, on your side.
Give me your hand.
Give me your other hand.
LAPD!
Hands in the air!
Bathroom only, clear.
CABRERA: Master bedroom, clear.
25-David. One suspect down on the three side.
It's Nestor Garcia.
Okay, I got Ivan Rojas here with me.
STREET: 26-David.
House is clear. We checked everywhere.
Tan, Stevens, any sign of Miguel?
STEVENS: Negative on the perimeter.
He's not here.
CABRERA: Maybe he never was.
Where's Miguel?
Hey! Where's Miguel?
22-David to Command.
One suspect down, one suspect in custody.
Councilman Jenkins is safe.
Show us Code 4.
Any sign of him?
No. Looks like Miguel's gone to ground.
His mother Lupe received a text
from a burner phone about a half an hour ago.
HICKS: "Leaving town. This is all for our family.
I hope you understand."
LUCA: Yeah, burner last pinged
towers around Torrance
and then it went dead.
Could be fleeing to a distant hideout.
Even south to the border.
I guess it's easy to have ideals
when you're willing to let your comrades take the fall for you.
Well, a BOLO's out on Miguel.
We're all hands on the manhunt.
And U.S. Customs has been notified
in case he tries to cross into Mexico.
HICKS: All right.
Commander.
You've been working for almost 36 hours straight.
I know you want to see this one through,
but we can take it from here.
I was just hoping we could wrap this one up today.
You know, get some closure.
We saved lives today, Commander.
Miguel will turn up eventually.
And when he does, I'm your first call.
(classical music playing)
(Hicks sighs)
(sighs)
(phone buzzing)
Mm.
You got something?
HONDO: No, sir. Just calling to let you know that we tagged out
with 50-Squad. They're gonna take it from here
until 20-Squad's back on duty tomorrow.
Daniel...
I know we haven't talked since last July,
but I'm gonna have to call you back.
Daniel...?
July.
(siren wailing)
(tires screeching)
This is 20-David to Dispatch.
I'm responding to a home invasion.
The hostage is Commander Robert Hicks.
Send backup now.
You didn't think I'd leave
without finishing the job, did you?
All day... people have been trying to convince me
that none of this was my fault.
I guess you and I are the only ones on the same page.
Hey, man, don't flatter yourself.
You're just part of a bigger problem.
There's no cameras here, Miguel.
There's no...
There's no audience to preach to.
Just you and me.
So let me do the one thing
that I should've done three years ago.
And what's that?
Apologize to you.
I'm sorry, kid.
I'm sorry for what happened to your family's land.
I'm sorry for the violence that you witnessed that day.
I'm sorry that no one was there for you after.
Especially me.
No!
I don't want your damn apologies!
I want my family back!
(sobbing)
(big band music playing)
It's gonna take a lot more than that, old man!
You can't hide forever!
* *
(gunfire)
(grunting)
(screaming)
(grunting)
No!
LAPD!
Commander! Call out!
Out here!
No. Give it up, Miguel. It's over.
I lost everything!
Not everything. Not yet, son.
I got him, Commander.
On your stomach, hands behind your head.
Put 'em behind your head, come on.
No. Come on, come on.
All right. All right.
Take him.
OFFICER: Stand up.
Sweep the rest of the house.
HICKS: There's no one else.
It's clear.
(sighs)
Looks like you still got it, Commander.
(chuckles)
(deep exhale)
* *
Hey.
CABRERA: I thought you left a while ago.
You want to get in on this?
Assuming, of course, you throw your punches at the pads
and not at us.
I think I'm afraid to go home.
Truth is, uh...
something's been off between
Bonnie and me for a while.
I've been ignoring it,
pretending everything's okay.
That's why I snapped at you guys earlier.
You didn't deserve that.
No, man, we understand.
We're just...
We're sorry.
If I ask Bonnie where she was last night, either...
she lies or... Or...
the truth is even worse.
It feels like I lose either way.
But, uh...
I guess there's no putting it off.
We're here for you.
Whatever happens. Yeah.
Thanks.
(ringing)
This is Dr. Hughes.
HICKS: Oh, hey, Doc.
Oh, hi, Commander.
I didn't think you'd still be there.
I figured I'd be leaving a message.
WENDY: I got a lot
going on, Commander.
Hmm.
Well, I just wanted to call to tell you
that the Miguel Fuentes situation has been resolved.
Yeah?
You want to talk about it?
(chuckles)
Uh, well...
I mean, Molly's on her way over to check on me and...
I got a little time
before she gets here, so, yeah.
Sure. Why not?
(door opens)
BONNIE: Hey.
There you are.
I got you chicken vindaloo, extra spicy,
and a side of naan. Want me to warm it up?
What's wrong? Did you already eat?
Where were you last night?
Why?
Were you in Atlanta?
Or were you here in L.A.?
Victor, I don't understand.
Be straight with me, Bonnie.
You owe me that much.
Where were you?
I was here, in L.A.
Who were you with?
Does he have a name?
How long has it been going on?
Victor...
How long?
Six months.
(scoffs)
Who is he?
Do I know him?
No. I met him through work.
You in love with him?
No. I don't...
(sighs) I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to...
Were you ever gonna tell me?
I was waiting for the right time.
We've been growing apart.
Living in-in different cities.
You're so busy with SWAT all the time...
No, do-do not make this about me or my job.
I've shown up for you.
I've been there for you, every step of the way.
I've supported you in your career.
And you pay me back by-by cheating on me?
Making me look like a fool?
You do not get to blame me.
Or make me into the bad guy.
I'm sorry.
Get out. Just get the hell out.
Where am I supposed to go?
I don't care. Just leave.
Better yet, go to him.
(drawer opens)
(keys jingling) (drawer closes)
Victor... Bonnie.
Get out now.
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