Previously on SWAT... POWELL: He used to be on SWAT?
Deac set him up with a job as head of security for one
of the big studios. I do my job and I do it well.
Marcos? Cops and good faith don't go together.
Me and you working together ain't a good look.
Never will be. Don't think I'm gonna bail
your ass out every time you can't solve a case.
Don't think I won't pull you over
if I see your taillight out.
* *
(sighs)
(indistinct chatter)
Mr. Kay? Yes.
David Kay, Elite Protection.
Max Lewis, Junior Exec, West Coast Events.
Sorry about the wait. We've been hearing
a number of pitches from security firms today.
End of the day, we're way behind.
It's quite all right. And my partner Owen's out of town,
so I'll be the one handling the presentation.
Don't mind my asking.
San Gabriel Festival has used L.A. Gold
for security the last few years. Why, why make the change now?
Eh, let's just say there's a reason
they call themselves L.A. Gold.
We're set up down this way. You got everything you need?
Yeah. Okay.
I think you'll find we offer a...
high-quality security package at a much more reasonable rate.
(Sanchez speaking nearby)
Sanchez?
All right. What are you doing here?
It looks like the same thing you are, man.
I started my own security firm a few months back.
Yeah, Deac and I rolled together on SWAT
before I decided to pursue other ventures.
You might've heard of us, RJS Protection?
Yeah, we're the ones who ended up nabbing your video game
convention client.
What can I say?
If you can do the job better, and do it cheaper...
I'm just joshing you. Yeah. It's a, it's a good one.
Don't want to keep them waiting.
Yeah. We'll be in touch later, man.
Looking forward to hearing, Max.
Oh, uh, Deac? Good luck.
You're gonna need it.
* *
NICHELLE: Wow, that smells so good.
Those the pork chops from Tuesday?
Oh, yeah, baby, and the corn and the potatoes
and the green bean casserole Sheila dropped off.
Mmm. What you can do with other people's food,
it's amazing.
Your mom said she'll be here by 7:00 in the morning.
You want to drop me off on your way in for my first day back?
Baby, I'm sorry, I can't, I got to be at the job
at 5:30 in the morning for a debrief with the Feds.
They're running some big operation.
Hmm, that early?
Must be important. I don't really know much about it.
The DEA's kept it tight under wraps.
Hondo, come here.
The IG sends out congratulatory letters when an officer
hits five, ten, 20 years of service.
Near the bottom.
40 years, Commander Robert Hicks.
Can you believe it?
Hicks was sworn in as an LAPD cop
exactly 40 years ago tomorrow.
Baby, I doubt Hicks wants anyone making a thing out of this.
This is no small achievement.
You can't let a milestone like this
pass by without acknowledging it.
You know what, you're right.
I'll text my team.
I'm pretty sure we can cook up something for tomorrow.
Thank you. Yeah.
HONDO: I had no idea
Sanchez had his own private security firm.
Yep, RJS Protection.
I'd heard of 'em, I just never made the connection to Sanchez.
He snagged one of our bigger clients recently.
Couple smaller ones, too.
I read his pitch book he left behind.
He-He's offering cut-rate prices.
I'm not sure how he's managing to stay afloat.
Doesn't sound like a recipe for long-term success.
No, and get this, Owen reached out
to some of our industry contacts last night.
Sanchez is going around town trash talking our company.
He's telling our clients that, that I'm a full-time cop.
My head's not in the security game. That's low.
What are you gonna do? Well, I texted him.
I asked him to drop by later.
Said I'd like to talk to him about something in person.
How'd it go?
They're not the friendliest bunch.
So, hey, it's Hicks' 40th anniversary as a cop.
What are we thinking of doing? Was gonna have him
stop by Rocco's for a beer.
Y'all could be there to surprise him.
What about that cigar lounge down off of Pico instead?
That might be a little quiet for Hicks.
You think so?
HICKS: 20-Squad!
60-Squad, listen up.
Meet DEA Agent Mack Boyle,
former LAPD Narcotics officer.
Now he's the leader of the DEA Narcotics Task Force.
This is his special response tac squad.
Ace, Naomi and Red.
(quietly): 20 bucks if you ask him why they call him Red.
(chuckles softly)
You two have something to add?
They've requested assistance
on their gang sweep this morning,
so we're rolling out with them. Sorry.
Text said 5:30, right?
It's 5:26. BOYLE: In our world, if you ain't
15 minutes early, you're late.
Every police report filed in the past week,
mapped by location. We have a hot spot.
9th Street between Oak and Orange.
Muggings, carjackings, robberies.
BOYLE: It's a crime wave,
and we know who's causing it.
Los Nueves.
HONDO: Los Nueves are typically known
as one of the more low-key gangs in that area.
Not anymore. Ever since
they got into the heroin-dealing business,
they've become increasingly violent.
Now, we have warrants
on two apartment buildings on 9th Street,
where we believe the guys are stashing their supply.
HICKS: We're gonna serve 'em simultaneously
so they don't have time to warn each other.
BOYLE: There's a good chance these guys have lookouts,
so we're gonna get them detained first.
Make no mistake-- Los Nueves,
they're just small-time dealers, corner hustlers.
We should be in and out in a flash.
Luca.
(sizzling)
* *
Powell.
(rapid beeping)
HONDO: Deacon, Street,
this is you. Eyes open for lookouts.
The rest on me.
* *
(groaning)
Hey, 30-David, heads up. These guys are dressed
for battle. HONDO: Roger that.
Eyes peeled, everyone.
(groans)
Red, he's yours.
All right, keep moving.
* *
LAPD! Gun!
LAPD! POWELL: LAPD!
Hands in the air!
Hands in the air! Coming out.
Don't shoot!
LUCA: Marcos?
What are you doing here?
RED: Hands over your head!
(grunts) Easy, man. What the...?
RED: Stop resisting.
POWELL: Come here.
Check out that arsenal.
(flex-cuff tightens)
These guys are arming up for something big.
Small-time dealers, my ass.
Deacon, Street, suspect in the courtyard
headed for the fence.
LAPD! STREET: Don't move!
Gun!
Do not move.
Get down!
Shorty?
It's Officer Street.
What, you know him? Shorty.
Marcos Guzman's little brother.
(indistinct radio chatter)
(helicopter whirring)
You know me and Shorty ran with the Perros.
We ain't Los Nueves.
You were in an apartment leased by Leandro Garcia,
a known member. And we have a warrant.
So where is he?
Where is he?
Hey.
Shorty says that girl's your cousin?
Muriel.
Only 18, with a baby on the way.
The door you kicked down--
that's her man's place. Leandro.
She ain't seen him in two days, so she's tripping.
We just came to help her get her stuff and get out of here.
(crashing nearby)
(indistinct shouting)
HONDO: Get back!
Stay at your posts! We got this!
Let me go! It's him!
It's him! Leandro!
Leandro!
Hey!
Are you hurt?!
Can you get out?!
Need you to get out of the car, slowly.
Get away from the door. Hands in the air.
What's he got in his hand? Put your other hand up!
Hands up! Put your hands up now!
Leandro!
Right hand! Three fingers severed!
Hey, get those EMTs down here!
Leandro, you're going into shock. Stay with me.
The Zamora cartel sent soldiers from Mexico.
They made me name names.
They're gonna kill our families.
There are Zamora cartel soldiers in the U.S.?
DEACON: That's why the Nueves
are stockpiling weapons.
They're expecting the cartel.
They're getting ready for a street war.
Looks like it already started.
* *
POWELL: This is the work of the Zamora cartel?
DEACON: They've been terrorizing Northwest Mexico
for a decade. They seized power by gathering up
all the family members of a rival cartel,
and burning 'em alive in a pole barn.
Their way of making a statement.
Sancho Zamora.
Cocaine kingpin.
Government's been pursuing him for years.
I heard Sancho hasn't left Mexico since the late '90s.
So why's he suddenly sending soldiers to L.A.?
Well, the Feds don't think he did. At least, not directly.
Meet Ulan Zamora, Sancho's only son.
The DEA suspects that he's the one responsible
for bringing the drugs to the streets here.
Apparently, he's trying to expand his father's
cocaine business into black tar heroin.
Think he's been working with Los Nueves to do it?
If so, the gang should be flush with drug money.
Why have they been wreaking havoc the last few days--
all-all these muggings, robberies,
like they're trying to raise cash?
Looks like Los Nueves aren't finished yet.
Got a strong-arm robbery a half hour ago
and a holdup at a credit union.
Both within a mile or two of 9th.
Powell, get on the horn with Dispatch.
Have uniformed officers start taking a closer look
at ATMs, banks, cash-heavy businesses.
You think your boy Marcos knows more than he's letting on?
It's always a possibility.
All right. Grab Luca and take a run at him.
You got it.
LUCA: What started
the cartel's beef with Los Nueves?
We need to get to the bottom of this
before people get killed, Marcos.
You got about 15 Nueves locked up, right?
Ask one of them. You were charged
with resisting arrest.
DEA's not releasing anyone
until they get to the bottom of this
and we figure out what's going on.
Well, you see, now, that's messed up.
Me and Shorty ain't got nothing to do with this.
(door closes)
Ballistics came back on the gun Shorty was carrying.
It was used in an armed robbery eight years ago.
Left the store owner paralyzed.
I guess Shorty somewhat matches
the suspect's description.
Eight years ago? He was 12.
That piece might have been resold ten times
in the last eight years.
Shorty's gonna have to enter the system to make his case.
I'm sorry.
If they get him on attempted, that's 15 to life.
I didn't want Shorty to run with our crew in the first place.
I knew I had to find a way out for us.
So when our cousin found out she was having a baby,
I thought now's a good chance for us three to get away.
STREET: That explains the suitcase
you were helping her pack this morning.
We got an aunt in Ohio who rents
a two-bedroom above her garage.
Said she'd rent it to us cheap.
LUCA: Why were you leaving today?
How'd you know the cartel was coming? If I tell you,
will you put a word in for Shorty?
Get Muriel in protective custody? I'll tell you what.
You tell us what you know,
and we'll go pick up Muriel ourselves.
As for Shorty, we can only promise
that we'll talk to the Feds on his behalf. I mean, we'll try.
A few months back, this vato rolls up on Shorty.
Said he works for some man down south named Z.
Told Shorty he heard our set has a rep for keeping
things tight, and Z needs a partner here in L.A.
Shorty turned him down.
We knew Z meant Zamora.
Didn't want nothing to do with no cartel.
A while later, the Zamora cartel and Los Nueves struck a deal.
The relationship between Los Nueves and the cartel--
when'd it go sour? Last week.
Los Nueves sent a truck full of cash to Mexico
to pay the cartel for the product they had sold.
But... the truck got hit outside of L.A.
Three million gone, just like that.
So that's why Los Nueves had been scrambling for cash.
They're in debt three million to the cartel.
MARCOS: Which means the cartel's gonna be coming to collect.
We knew we had to get Muriel outta there.
Do you have any idea who hit the truck?
Yeah.
Your boys at the DEA.
I expected you earlier, Boyle.
I needed to debrief my bosses.
Quite the haul this morning. Oh, I'll say.
We confiscated 53 firearms.
AK-47s, AR-15s, six sawed-off shotguns,
two submachine guns, and a machete to boot.
And not to mention a dozen or so drug dealers
we got off the streets.
You told us this was a crew of common hustlers.
With an arsenal like that,
my officers could've been walking into a deathtrap.
If you knew this gang was cartel-affiliated,
why was SWAT kept in the dark?
Because we didn't know anything. We had a suspicion.
Is that so?
Because the way we heard it, the DEA knew quite a bit.
At least they knew enough to stop a Nueve-operated truck
on the I-5 carrying a cash load of $3 million.
Yeah, we didn't think anyone knew that we had the truck
and driver in custody.
And that is why we couldn't keep SWAT in the loop.
We wanted to keep the circle tight.
Well, you didn't keep it tight enough, Mack.
Yeah, well, to be honest, I was just following orders
that came down from on-high.
You got to love the DOJ, always so respectful
of their superiors. Yeah, you know...
No, Mack, you know... Hold up, hold up. There's more you ain't sayin'.
The reason the DEA chose to put the squeeze on Los Nueves
and take their money.
You were hoping to force Ulan Zamora to L.A.
Where'd he go to school?
A place that teaches you
when you force a violent person to act,
innocent folks can get caught in the crossfire.
Ulan Zamora is worth the risk.
Now, by all accounts, he is worse than his father.
Whoever crosses him, he has their families murdered.
Expectant mothers, kids hacked to pieces, put in acid.
He's a first-rate sadist.
Now, my bosses, they want to nip his career in the bud
before he ever gets a grip on power.
Ulan pops up in L.A.,
we finally got a shot at him.
And you get a nice little feather in your cap.
We all will, Sergeant.
(phone vibrating)
HONDO: Yeah, what's up, Street?
STREET: We were headed to the hospital
to pick up Marcos's cousin Muriel,
but the patrol cop assigned to protect her
just told us she's missing.
Somehow she vanished. She get abducted?
Not sure.
The officer said Muriel went to the ladies' room.
20 minutes later, he went to check on her,
and she was gone.
DISPATCH: All units.
Armed robbery at First River Bank,
521 Vermont. First unit on scene, please advise.
That's half a mile from here. That's Nueves' territory.
22-David, I'm with 26-David, responding to the bank.
DISPATCH: Hold on, 22-David.
We just got word the suspect
has fled the bank in a gray sedan.
The manager slipped a GPS tracker
in the bag with the cash.
Can you upload its signal, Dispatch?
We just did.
It appears the suspect's moving westbound on Mason.
You guys need to change course.
Already on it. Left here. Left, left, left, left.
(tires screeching)
Okay, where's the tracker now?
Arthur Avenue, on the overpass. Hang on.
Looks like they stopped. STREET: Call you back, Hondo.
Be careful.
They must have ditched the tracker.
It'd be around here somewhere. Yeah.
Under the bridge.
We know it's not enough. Give us time.
Don't hurt anyone else.
Please, please, not my baby, no.
Two for the price of one. No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
LAPD! Drop the weapons!
(gunfire)
(Muriel crying)
He's still with us.
No.
Hey. Hey. Hey.
Muriel. Muriel.
Come on. It's okay.
If we don't get them their money,
we're all in danger, okay?
They're going to kill our families.
Let's get you someplace safe, okay?
STREET: What's the latest? If the Zamora cartel's
targeting families, we need to contact every relative
of Los Nueves we can trace,
but it's hundreds of people.
Can't protect them all.
Hey, our injured sicario, he say anything
before he went into surgery?
I asked him where the cartel's hiding out in L.A.,
but he just said, "Me van a filetear vivo."
Loosely translated, means "they will filet me alive."
Red and I just managed to ID him.
Turns out, he's Ulan Zamora's right-hand man.
Which means the DEA's plan worked.
Ulan's got to be here in L.A. Gonna get this up to my boss.
Thanks, Powell. Yeah.
Warming up to our pals from the DEA?
At least they're on our side now. Hey, real quick.
A vice cop I know used to work with Hicks.
She tipped me off to this.
"LAPD 1989 Men of the Year."
Is this what I think it is?
Mr. September'll make a hell of a conversation piece
honoring Hicks tonight.
STREET (laughs): Oh, man. This is great.
You know, I gave Buck a call.
He's gonna pull together some old Hicks stories.
Greatest hits.
I figure if you can't laugh at yourself after
40 years on the force, when can you?
I heard we ID'd our cartel soldier.
What're you hiding behind your back?
Nothing.
Give it to me. Don't make me.
Come on, knock it off.
Something you wanna tell me, Street?
Is there anything I can say that would make this not weird?
No.
I spoke to Agent Boyle on Marcos's behalf.
And unless he and Shorty have some way of
turning Ulan over to the Feds, there's no deal to be made.
So you and Luca should tell 'em. We will.
Get back to work.
Yes, sir.
DEACON: Look, Muriel,
I know you're scared.
But becoming an accessory to armed robbery,
that wasn't the answer.
Well, someone had to try to stop them.
Until the cartel gets their $3 million back,
all of our families are in danger.
It's just a matter of who Ulan Zamora
wants to punish first.
I don't know how I'll ever be free of him. Free of Ulan?
What do you mean by that?
This baby is his child.
Does Ulan know? What about your boyfriend?
No. That would only make things worse.
Only my cousins know.
So both Marcos and Shorty,
they've been keeping the secret for you?
I don't have a father.
Growing up, Marcos was the closest thing I had.
Always looking out for me. He still does.
He said he was gonna take me and Shorty
across the country, to escape all of this.
Do you have any idea where Ulan Zamora is in L.A.?
When was the last time you spoke?
The night he did this to me.
Leandro's boy Rafael,
he took me and Leandro to Mexico for the holidays,
said he had some business to do with a guy named Z.
That's Ulan Zamora.
Rafael is the one who cut the deal with him.
Okay. What's Rafael's last name?
I don't know it.
I spent months
thinking about what happened that night,
but I'm sure Ulan had me drugged,
and he raped me.
I'm so sorry that happened, Muriel.
And look at the text that was sent right after New Year's
with a picture, it's Ulan taunting me.
Thanks for this.
Someone will be in to check on you shortly.
Hey. The 15 Nueves we picked up earlier,
do you know if one of them is named Rafael?
Not that I see here, why?
Muriel said that one of the gang members named Rafael
is the one who cut the heroin deal
with the Zamora cartel.
All right, well, if this is the guy who made
the $3 million deal with Ulan,
there's a good chance Ulan
holds him responsible for never getting paid.
Have Powell track down Rafael.
I'll tell the DEA. All right, no problem.
All right. Oh, hey, Sanchez was supposed to meet me here an hour ago.
Mm-hmm. Yeah, well, he blew me off.
Now he says he's got a ten-minute window,
provided I go meet him.
Don't go easy on him. Oh, don't you worry.
STREET: Listen to me, Shorty. The Feds say
unless you can deliver Ulan Zamora to them
on a silver platter,
there's no deal. Ain't no way, man.
You said you'd help us if I helped you.
LUCA: We said we'd try.
I know how we could get to Ulan.
Wait, what're you talking about?
If I tell you this, I won't be safe.
You won't be safe in here either.
If Shorty talks, can you keep him out of general population?
LUCA: Yeah, we'll make arrangements to get him his own cell
as soon as we walk outta here.
You'll be safe, Shorty.
It's okay.
Find the number to J's Used Car Lot.
When I turned down that vato from the cartel two months ago,
he said if we changed our minds, to call the same number as J's,
except the last digit on his number was a six.
Even if we get in touch with this guy, what're we gonna say?
We only have one carrot to dangle in front of Ulan
that I can think of.
He's about to become a father, and doesn't know it.
Muriel told you? STREET: She told Deacon.
Now we take it to the Feds,
we see if there's a deal to be made.
Get me outta here, Marcos.
Whatever you got to do, bro. Just get me out.
So none of the Nueves in custody are gonna help us ID Rafael?
He's got to be Ulan's next target.
They're probably hoping he already split.
We've been trying to reach out to every family member we can,
but a lot of their phones have been turned off.
I'm afraid we're coming up short.
You think the cartel got to them? Don't know.
Powell's keeping a log of when and where
the phones went dark. All right.
Oh, and, Hondo,
I got it on good authority that today's significance
in my career is not lost on you, and that there may be some sort
of gathering in the works.
Sir, 40 years on the LAPD,
that's something to be real proud of.
Well, this isn't about pride.
Barb hated the thought of me working this job
into my 60s.
So 15 or so years ago, I cut her a deal.
I told her when I hit my 40th anniversary as a cop,
I'd retire.
So in an alternate version of my life,
if she were still alive,
we'd probably be off to Jamaica right about now.
Commander, what I remember of Barb is
she'd just want you to be happy,
Well, I am happy.
And I'm not going anywhere either.
No, celebrating today just makes me think about
what I've lost, so whatever you're planning,
I'm asking you to call it off.
It's just another reminder that I'm closer
to the end than the start.
Okay?
DEACON: Thanks for carving time out of your schedule
to meet me. Anything for an old friend.
All right, so you said you want to discuss something in person?
Yeah. We need to get something straight.
Owen has heard from multiple sources
that you've been dumping on our security company in meetings,
disparaging my work ethic. Easy, tiger.
I never disparaged anything.
Telling clients that my head's not really in it,
that I'm a full-time cop.
Well, that part's true, isn't it?
I mean, it's not like the security firm's a top priority
for either one of you.
You have SWAT,
and from what I've heard,
Owen's playing a lot of golf in Florida.
Look, it's one thing to snag a client
by beating us fair and square,
but to do it by tearing us down, that is unethical.
Come on, Deac, man, this isn't personal,
it's business.
Well, I'd rather lose my business
than to make money doing it like that.
(scoffs) Have fun working the music festival for your new client.
Yeah, we didn't get the contract. L.A. Gold did.
I'm sure that makes you at least a little happy.
(car door opens)
(door closes) Take it easy, Deac.
Okay, if this guy answers, everything you got to say
is laid out right here. Yeah, I got it.
I tell him I'm Muriel Guzman's cousin.
She's pregnant with Ulan's baby, and needs to see him tonight.
Okay, the cartel are gonna want to take control of the meeting,
so whatever location they pick, just agree to meet Ulan there.
Phone company says the number's active, but untraceable.
You ready?
Not until I know we got a deal.
Commander's working on it still.
Then I ain't calling no one.
Offer from the DEA.
They drop your resisting arrest charge, and when Ulan
is captured, you enter Witsec, with a healthy stipend to boot.
Shorty, too, right?
They only agreed to let Shorty enter witness protection
if he's cleared of the charges against him.
That'll take months.
And how do we know he'll be cleared, huh? No way.
If Shorty ain't part of it, no deal.
(Hicks scoffs)
Commander, you mind if we, uh, try to twist Boyle's arm?
Be my guest. Come on. Let's go.
Nice work, gentlemen.
At this rate, we'll have Ulan locked up
and still be home for supper.
I'll be upstairs monitoring the call.
The deal the Feds are offering Marcos,
it's got to include his brother Shorty.
Shorty Guzman's facing serious charges.
There's a legal process.
Eight years ago, Shorty was 12,
and a foot shorter than the suspect the witness described.
It wasn't him.
Now, Shorty is helping Marcos inform on the heir
to a ruthless cartel. Yeah, you tell Marcos
we're making a deal with him,
not every relative that ever got a speeding ticket.
Have him make the damn call. No.
Marcos won't do it unless Shorty's included in the deal.
Well... (clears throat)
I will resubmit the paperwork,
but even if the higher-ups agree,
it'll still be over an hour for the offer to be redrawn.
In the meantime, let's get this show on the road
while Ulan's still in town.
(line ringing)
He ain't gonna pick up.
Just give it a sec.
(line ringing)
ARMANDO: ¿Quién es?
This is Marcos Guzman.
I'm Muriel Guzman's cousin.
Muriel knows a friend of yours named Z.
She got some news a while back
that she's having a baby and Z's the dad.
She thought he'd want to know.
ARMANDO: Who the hell did you say this is?
(whispers): Text him the photo.
Marcos Guzman.
Check your phone. Just sent you a text.
ARMANDO: What's she want? Money?
She wants to meet Z and talk it out.
Well, that's not gonna happen.
Not till you go through me.
All right.
Where and when?
There's an old machine shop
on the corner of Santa Ana and Hill.
30 minutes. Just you and the girl.
Paperwork better be ready for me to sign when I get back.
LUCA: I just got word from the deputy warden.
They're moving Shorty to a single-room cell.
He's gonna be safe.
(indistinct P.A. announcement)
GUARD: Open six!
(buzzing)
Not sure whose ass you've been kissing,
but enjoy, cupcake.
Close six! (buzzing)
HONDO: We need ears inside. It's the only way we can keep you safe.
Now, the recorder's built into the button.
(phone vibrating) Just try not to think about it.
Powell, what's up?
This Rafael we've been trying to find.
The Nueve who brought Muriel to Mexico
and cut the deal with Ulan.
We think we ID'd him.
His name is Juan Rafael Perez.
You sure it's the right guy? POWELL: 100%.
We've been reverse-image searching
Muriel's picture of him.
Finally hit his social media.
DEACON: All right, send unis to scoop him up.
We tried. He's gone.
Checked his place, called his sisters,
his mother's restaurant in Southgate.
We can't find him or his family.
The Zamora cartel's infamous for holding grudges.
If Rafael's the guy who personally cut the deal
with Ulan--
DEACON: All right, let's just pray that Rafael
and his family are hunkered down somewhere.
Keep us posted.
I'll fill you in later.
When this guy sees Muriel ain't with me,
won't he know something's up?
You just tell him that Muriel wants to meet Ulan.
No one else.
Once this guy trusts you are who you say you are,
that's when you ask about Ulan's whereabouts.
Now, he's not gonna give you a straight answer,
but you keep your cool, you keep him talking.
He's bound to give something up.
All right, you know where you're headed.
Half a block down the street.
Now, the DEA is listening in,
Street and Luca are posted up just outside
in the back alley.
Now, if anything goes sideways,
you work the word "Domingo" into the conversation,
they'll move in.
Just remember to try and stay calm.
Yeah. I'm straight.
I'm good.
Go.
(sighs)
HONDO: Is he headed in?
As we speak.
(microphone crackling)
Bueno. Follow me.
Where's the girl?
She wants to meet Ulan.
ARMANDO: I bet she does.
He clean?
He's not packing, Armando.
He wearing a wire?
Gonna have to search you.
Take off your clothes, chico.
What'd you say to me?
ARMANDO: He says we need to search you.
Relax.
It's just how we do things.
Look, I got a scared cousin out there
who wants to talk to her baby's father.
Where's he at? He's playing anger.
That's a risky move.
Yeah. Should we pull him? No. No, not yet.
We can't lose our shot at Ulan Zamora.
You think I'm some punk, huh?
Take it easy.
No, you take it easy, ese.
Keep your pants on.
I believe you.
I told Ulan what you told me.
He remembers the girl.
He wants to know what she wants.
She wants him to know he's having a son.
Oye esto, jefe.
Ulan has just arrived into town.
He wants to meet her.
Get her here. We'll take you.
Where's he at?
He has some business he wants
to personally handle first.
Domingo!
HONDO: Luca, Street. Move in!
(gunshots)
(grunts)
LUCA: LAPD! Hands!
Get over! Get over!
Don't move. Get over.
Give me your hands.
Deceased male, GSW to the chest.
Grab his phone. He just called Ulan Zamora.
We got his number.
Powell. Texting you Ulan's number.
POWELL: We're uploading it now.
The scrambler Ulan's using won't let us
narrow his location past a square mile.
Looks like he's in Southgate.
That Rafael guy in the wind,
where'd you say his mother's restaurant was? Southgate.
(screaming)
Faster.
(sobbing)
Please, no!
Why are you doing this?
Ask your son.
(sobbing)
What do we know?
Two entrances on the three side.
Blue pickup down the block.
Ulan's in there. This is it.
You all ready to do this?
Let's go.
Red, clear right side. Got it.
Ace, Naomi, one side.
Stand up, Rafael.
Tell me...
where's my $3 million?
I don't know.
I swear to you, Ulan.
Just leave my family out of this.
You brought them into this
by making a deal with someone like me.
We all have family, Rafael.
You shame me before my father,
my family...
now I do the same to you. (torch hissing)
You do the honors.
No, no. Please.
Please.
(screaming)
Don't make me, please.
Please...
Activating.
Powell.
Red, stay back, cover the door. RED: You got it.
Hold.
I got eyes on Ulan Zamora.
Two other armed men, looks like seven hostages.
We got to get closer before we advance.
Boyle, cover the kitchen.
(chains clinking)
(Ulan speaking Spanish nearby)
(woman sobbing)
No?
(speaking Spanish)
You hear something?
Heads up, Boyle.
Armed suspect coming your way.
(grunting)
(whispers): DEA. Don't say a word.
Red, I need cover.
Do you smell lighter fluid?
¡Levantense!
Go. LAPD! (screaming)
On the ground!
(grunting)
It's all right. Stay down.
(flex-cuff tightens)
Ulan's in the closet. I got him.
You got no one.
(gunfire)
Suspect down.
Ulan Zamora is down.
* *
(indistinct radio chatter)
DEACON: Hey, here's the good news.
The owner says we could eat here for free for life.
Hope she knows how hungry we get after a 12-hour shift.
What's the bad news?
Who said there was bad news?
(both chuckling)
How'd things go with Sanchez?
I said what I needed to say.
He explain himself? I guess I didn't really give him a chance.
I got so worked up hearing that he was badmouthing
the company I'd worked so hard for.
Here I thought he was gonna come to you, hat in hand,
to apologize.
You know, Sanchez does have a lot to offer in his own way,
but he could learn a few things from a guy like you.
I'll catch up to you.
Truly thought I was about to meet my maker.
You're still here, aren't you?
(phone vibrating)
Hey, baby.
Hey, before I take off, do you want me to pick up
a bottle of scotch for you to give
to Hicks at your get-together?
No, there's no need.
Hicks found out and he blew it all up.
He says celebrating 40 years on the force
just reminds him of what he's lost.
Well, that's a shame.
He's missing out.
So are you guys.
I mean, people don't always get a chance
to express what someone means to them.
A day like today is about thanking someone
who's always done his best to have your back.
You know, baby, you're right.
Yeah, go ahead and pick up that scotch.
I'll see you there.
Heard you got picked up in that bust this morning.
You a Nueve?
I hear you ain't a Nueve.
Yo, let me be, man.
I hear you been talking to the cops this morning.
Been getting treated real good, too.
Have 'em treat this.
(gasping, gurgling) (blade clatters)
What's up now? Everybody hit the wall!
Go on, hit the wall!
I need a medic! (indistinct chatter)
(gurgling)
LUCA: They just want us here
till you sign all the paperwork,
then you're free to go.
And Shorty?
STREET: He'll be transferred out
soon as we send it over to the jail.
(knocking)
Can I see you two for a second?
There's no easy way to say this.
Uh, Shorty Guzman's been murdered.
Murdered? What?
How? By who?
We had them put him in his own cell.
Apparently he was moved.
We're working to get to the bottom of it.
I promise, we will.
Red is gonna break the news to Marcos.
I, uh...
regret to inform you that
your brother Shorty has been killed.
Wait, what?
I'm sorry.
(door opens)
(door closes)
I need to go back and talk to him.
I think you better not.
You said he would be safe.
You said my brother'd be safe!
You killed him!
Good night, fellas.
BOTH: Good night.
(laughing)
I hope you know I didn't drive here
so that you could read me the riot act again.
No, I-I know.
I stand by what I said,
but that's not why I asked you to come.
You know, I've been thinking a lot about
what you've been able to pull off these last few months.
Starting a company from scratch.
And, uh, I got to say, it takes guts.
And the ability to rub elbows that not a lot of people have.
What're you getting at, Deac? Well, I was thinking.
With your contacts in the entertainment world,
and my early access as an active SWAT sergeant,
to security conventions,
we'd make a pretty unbeatable team.
What are you talking about? Like a company merger?
Okay, this is not what I was expecting.
We obviously have our differences.
(chuckles) But...
I really think that if we partnered up,
we would do things ethically,
we'd win contracts with our own merits,
do things the way we-we try to do things here at SWAT.
The right way. What about Owen?
You still have a partner, remember? Like you said,
Owen takes a lot of golf trips.
I have a feeling that
he'd jump at the chance
to become a minority owner.
Sanchez, this could be a game changer.
For both of us.
Different skills...
but I really believe that we'd complement each other.
Just need to iron out some details.
When can you get started?
How about tomorrow?
I was hoping you'd say that.
Okay.
(chuckling)
Surprise! Surprise!
Ah... Congratulations.
40 years on the force. What an achievement.
(sighs) Oh, wow.
Well, to be honest, I had a lot of moments
along the way where...
I didn't think I'd make it.
And I should've known
you don't always listen to your superiors.
Only the ones who scare me. (chuckling)
Commander, seriously, I just wanted to say,
I've been fortunate to have a few good mentors
in my professional life who've shown me the ropes,
taken me under their wings, but...
everything I've learned about being a public servant,
I mean a true public servant,
I've learned from you.
Congratulations on 40 damn fine years.
Thanks, Hondo.
That means a lot.
Yeah. But if you two think
I'm sharing any of this scotch with you,
you got another thing coming.
OTHERS: Surprise!
(cheering)
HICKS: Damn it!
(cheering and applause)
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