Previously onSWAT...Wait a minute, wait a minute.
What's this? Luca back in the building.
So, counterterrorism training went well?
Man, London SWAT killed it, man.
They're quick learners.Maybe it's time
I sit down with Hicks and finally start
the process to retire.
Won't you miss it though?
Yeah, of course.
But it's time for something
besides SWAT to take priority.
You've had my back since day one.
It's time for me to do that for you.
So you can you have your chance to shine.
[alarm blaring]Whoa, hey, hey. Stay down.
LUCA: LAPD! Stop!
KELLY: Luca!
Luca! Luca! Luca!
Help! Somebody help!
♪
DOCTOR 1: Another sponge, please.DOCTOR 2: Yep. Putting in now.
DOCTOR 1: Here's the suction.DOCTOR 2: Pressure's dropping.
Suction.[overlapping chatter]
DOCTOR 1: Cut it right there.DOCTOR 2: Clear for removal.
DOCTOR 1: Got this one clipped.
[indistinct chatter]
Hondo?
Still nothing?
Almost four hours Luca's been in that OR.
It's the waiting.
The hardest part, I know.
I'm so sorry.
Thank you for bringing this.
I don't even know the last time anyone's eaten.
Well, you could all use some food.
If only for the distraction.
Yeah.
Did you get ahold of his parents?
They were in Seattle.
They managed to book the first flight back, but...
It'll probably be the worst three hours
on a plane they'll ever experience.
[sighs][phone buzzes]
It's my mom.
Probably about Vivie. Give me a second?
Mm.
NICHELLE: Hey, Mom.
Yeah.
Hey.
Hungry?
No, thanks.
TAN: How does this happen to one of our own?
Again? Hey.
We ain't there yet.
Luca's fighting for his life on that table.
We focus on that.
[indistinct P.A. announcements]
[elevator bell dings]
I was halfway to San Diego when I heard.
How's he doing?
He's, uh, still in surgery,
so no word yet.
Do we know what happened?
Luca took Kelly to a diner over on La Cienega.
As they were walking to the restaurant,
three gunmen fled a nearby jewelry store.
Robbery?Looks like it.
I don't know the details.
Detective Burrows has RHD all over it, but...
Luca engaged the suspects,
but... he was outnumbered, so...
How many times was he shot?
Three. He's got one center of chest.
[sighs]
He lost a lot of blood.
Paramedics couldn't find a pulse for, like, two minutes.
[exhales]
There's a chance he doesn't make it.
[exhales]
HICKS:Deac.
Figured you could use this.
Thanks.
Well, let's hope God heard your prayer.
Ah.
I mostly just sat in silence.
Well, sitting in silence in a hospital chapel,
that counts as prayer in my book.
You know, it's strange.
This job forces you to prepare for the worst,
every minute, every day,
and, yet, it's easy to forget
that the worst can happen to you.
I just keep thinking about Kelly witnessing this mess.
I mean, the poor girl had Luca's blood all over
her clothes for Chrissake.
Her mom pick her up?
Left about a half hour ago.
Kid couldn't stop crying, you know,
thinking it was her fault. Begged to stay.
No, no. No, it's best she went home.
Who knows how long this goes on?
Yeah.
Oh, by the way, I got your text earlier.
Since we're gonna probably be here for a while,
what'd you want to talk about?
I could use the distraction.
[chuckles]
No, it can wait.
Ah, all right.
[doctor clears throat]
Tan.
It was touch and go,
but Officer Luca held strong and pulled through.
Luca's alive?
He's incrediblylucky.
One of the bullets missed his heart by just three millimeters.
Any closer and we'd be having a different conversation.
What's the prognosis?
Fortunately, none of the bullets struck a major artery.
His right shoulder will require
some serious rehabilitation,
but the worst is behind him.
But with rehab, he'll fully recover?
It'll be a long road,
but as long as he's patient
and diligent, I'm hopeful.
He's in recovery now.
Once we get him transferred
to a bed, you're welcome to see him.
All right.
Thank you, Doc.Yeah.
I'm gonna call Annie, fill her in.All right.
NICHELLE: Whew. Considering
how many bullets Luca took,
this is the best outcome.
I've never been sold on the whole miracle thing,
but this feels pretty damn close to one.
Yeah, it does. I'll find
Powell and Alfaro, tell them the good news.
Okay.
I'll be right back.
Okay.
I'm sure this is bad timing.
Well, actually, we just got word
that Luca made it out of surgery.
Oh, that's great.What's the latest, Detective?
We were able to track down the shooters' getaway car.
2009 silver Impala registered
to a 26-year-old male, Omar Woodman.
Fits the witnesses' physical description
of the driver.Get an address?
Koreatown, 200 block of Serrano Avenue.
You send me everything you got on this guy.
We're rolling out.
Whoa, whoa, h-hold on now.
Passions are high right now, Hondo.
All right, nobody's thinking straight.
Everyone's wound up,
not to mention exhausted.
I'm sending 60-Squad.
Respectfully, Commander, hell no.
Luca just fought for his life on that operating table. The least
we can do is nail the son of a bitch who put him there.
This is a 20-Squad job, ours only.
Please, don't you hand this off.
You give us a minute?
This is personal.
But we're not out for blood, you get me?
Keep it clean, and keep it focused.
No maverick crap that gets us caught up with IAD,
or worse, get this guy kicked free
if we screw up the arrest.
You have my word.
Yo, man, call me back.
That dude y'all shot was a cop.
It's all over the news. I'm freaking out here.
LAPD!
Show me your hands! Do it now!
Don't even think about it!
30-David, we got a rabbit heading to the two side.
Freeze right there!
Drop the knife!
Get those hands in the air!
HONDO: It's over. You're screwed, Omar.
You heard him, so drop the weapon!
What, so you can waste me
just like you think I wasted that cop?
No, man, I ain't stupid.
Hey.
That officer you shot?
He didn't die.
That's right, he's not dead,
which means nobody's dead.
And only you have the power to keep it that way.
So what do you say?
Drop the knife.
[electricity buzzing][grunts]
DEACON: One suspect down.
POWELL [over radio]: Roger.
Rest of the house is clear.
No sign of his partners.
Get up! Get up!
Ow, man!
What'd you do to me?
I need a doctor, like, right now.
And the cop you left bleeding on a sidewalk.
You don't think he needed a doctor?
I didn't know nothing about that.
You got one chance, so your dumb ass better listen up!
The cop your lowlife buddies sprayed
three bullets into was one of our own.
The hell's that got to do with me?
Drop the act and start talking.
You can start by who and where your buddies are.
You kidding me?
You know what they'll do to me if I give them up.
Nah, man.
I ain't telling you jackasses nothing.
Get him out of here. Get him out of here!
Let's go.
He's more afraid of them than he is of us.
Deacon, we still got three suspects in the wind,
including Luca's shooter.
Which means we're gonna turn this city inside
and out until we find them, and we will find them.
♪
BURROWS: Your boys shot a cop, Omar.
I told you I didn't shoot nobody.
Especially no damn cop.
HICKS: So you've been saying, but you've given us jack-all
to support your so-called innocence.
BURROWS: Omar, if it was one of them in that seat,
do you think they'd protect you?
I'm done conversating with you ass clowns.
I know my bills of right.
HICKS: Three weeks and my disdain
for this junkie hasn't softened one bit.
Even got less love for these three bastards.
How am I gonna look Luca in the eye
when we still got nothing on them?
Hey, it's just a matter of time,
Commander, you know that.
Right now, these guys are laying low,
knowing how much heat is on them
for shooting a cop, but sooner or later,
they will surface.I hope you're right.
All these pieces combined don't add up
to a fraction of what that necklace is worth.
These smash-and-grab thugs got lucky to stumble onto it.
LAPD's got eyes on every pawn shop
and every fence in the county.
Still no sign of it.
Well, there's no way a $5 million necklace
changes hands quietly.
Which means they're still sitting on it. That thing's
got to be burning a hole in their pocket. Trust me,
they'll mess up. When they do, we'll get them.
BURROWS: Got some good news.
I guess three weeks in county
has given Omar some second thoughts.
Oh, don't tell me, he wants to talk?
Reached out to his lawyer last night,
looking to make a deal.
Finally ready to rat out Luca's shooters, I hope.
With any luck, D.A. will be
sitting down with him by the end of day.
Hey, how's Luca doing?
He's good. He's actually supposed to stop by today.
He's still a ways from active duty,
but today will be his day first back here.
And now we've got some good news to throw his way.
Thanks, Detective.
Hey, boss, yo.
Hell yeah.
There he is, the man himself in the flesh.
Welcome back, brother.
You know, not quite yet,
but damn if it doesn't feel good
to be back in this building.
I can't tell you what it means to see you here again.
This place ain't the same without you.
I can't believe how close I came
to actually never stepping foot in here again.
I ain't gonna lie, Luca,
I had a few nights where I thought the same thing.
TAN: I live with this guy,
and even though he's home, alive and well,
it still shakes me up when I think about that day.
Well, it was you guys that helped me pull through it.
I mean, call me crazy,
but I don't think I would've made it off that operating table
had you not all been there.HONDO: No way, man.
That was all you, Luca.
You fought for your life and you won
because you're a fighter, through and through.
You always have been.
Now,
seeing as you are a fighter and all,
I don't know, I was kind of thinking
we might have an arm wrestling rematch right about now.
Oh, yeah, arm wrestling.It might be my time to get you.
Just wait, man. I've been,
I've been putting in the work, doing the P.T.
Soon enough, I'll be back in action,
kicking all your asses.
No doubt, no doubt. But, hey, real talk,
docs give you any idea when you can get back on duty?
Supposed to get the MRI results back today.
Hopefully, tell me when I'll get full strength back in this arm.
Yeah. Won't be soon enough.
Luca, just know
how much we all appreciate you.
Thanks, Hondo.HONDO: All right.
All right, go catch up with your fans.
You're all they've been talking about for three weeks.
[cheering]
[cheering continues]
What's up, Commander?
Got word from Burrows
Omar Woodman reached out to his attorney wanting to cut a deal.
That's excellent news.
HICKS: Well, it was excellent news.
Omar was just found stabbed to death in jail.
TORRES: Inmate Woodman
failed to return to his cell for headcount after morning mess.
C.O.'s went looking for him. Found him in the showers.
DEACON: And you're fairly certain
it was this Rick Fontana that killed him?Fully certain.
Fontana was still stabbing Omar when they found them.
Took three C.O.'s to subdue the son of a bitch.
Was there a beef between Omar and Fontana
that you know of?No.
Fontana's a third striker,
already looking at life, nothing to lose.
Might be Omar just looked at him wrong.
Right in here.[door buzzes]
Warden's boys already got a confession out of me.
What more you want?
A pinky swear?
All right, pinky swear, I did it.
Rick, we already know you killed Omar,
for which you're clearly not harboring much guilt.
We're more interested in why.
Who put you up to it?FONTANA: No one.
Omar ran up an IOU, and he didn't come through on it.
And that's a sure way to get yourself
a scarlet letter around here.
TAN: Your story's a crock.
You killed him because someone told you to.
I don't take orders from anyone.
Last night, Omar called his lawyer.
He was ready to rat out his crew.
This morning, he's dead.
That's-that's no coincidence.
Someone on the outside put you up to it,
so I'll ask again, who?
You got a younger brother. Joey, right?
TAN: Heard he just opened his own restaurant.
DEACON:Big change from six years ago.
Three DUIs, couple bar brawls,
a hit-and-run.
That's not who Joey is anymore.
He's a good kid.
Except for the part where he's running
an illegal gambling den in the back of his restaurant.
What gambling den?
It's a couple of guys playing cards.
He's turned his life around, all right?
His family and that restaurant are his entire world.
Well, then it would be a real shame
if he were to lose all that
because his big brother isn't willing to play ball.
FONTANA: All right.
I'll tell you.
But you stay the hell away from my brother.
Pinky swear.
Now talk.
My girl, Devon,
asked me to do it.
Someone, I don't know who,
promised her a big payday.
She's got a son with special needs,
and she makes jack where she works,
so I thought, if I could do this one thing
for her and her kid,
then why not?
And where can we find Devon?
[speaking foreign language]
How you doing?
Doughnut shop's half a block that way.
Come on, that's a lazy insult, even for a bouncer.
Yeah, well, you being here isn't exactly a magnet for business.
So maybe go somewhere else to get your rocks off today.
POWELL: We're going nowhere,
not until we talk to one of your dancers, Devon.
Goes by the stage name Starla.Ah.
What is this about?
In case the uniform and the badge didn't tip you off,
it's a police matter.
We're going inside.
If you put a finger on us,
I'll have you in cuffs for assaulting an officer.
Do you really want to go that route?
Didn't think so.
[rap music playing][overlapping chatter]
DJ [over P.A.]: Okay, Fantastic Jasmine, ladies and gentlemen.
Jasmine's available for lap dances in the back.
Talk to her about it.
Which one's Starla?
Follow me.
Simple ask would've been cheaper.
Oh, cheaper is a sure way not to make friends around here.
[music continues faintly]
Devon Bailey? We'd like to ask some questions
about your boyfriend, Rick Fontana.
Is that what he still calls himself?
In his dreams, maybe.
You two broke up?
Yeah.
Right after the last time he got arrested.
Haven't talked to him.
[sighs] Now...
if you'll excuse me,
it's the start of my shift, and, as you saw,
it's slow going out there.
Oh, it's hardly going slow for you.
You're what they call an O.G. stripper.
I bet you have two regulars waiting for you right now.
Normally, I'd mean that as a compliment.
Right now, I mean it to out you as a liar.
Okay. You got me.
Very rare I have a slow day.
But I got nothing to do with Rick Fontana.
That's weird because, according to Rick, you called him.
Told him someone offered you ten grand
to get him to kill an inmate by the name of Omar Woodman.
That conversation ring a bell?
[Devon scoffs]
Is that what you have on me?
The lies of a third-strike loser
rotting in jail for the rest of his life? [chuckles]
Look,
I know I'm no angel,
but my word against his in a courtroom?
I'll take those odds all day long.
In other words, I'm done answering your questions.
Nice ring.
Where'd you get it?
It was a gift.
It's stolen property.
Ties you to a robbery that resulted in a cop getting shot.
We don't need Rick's testimony anymore.
We got everything we need to lock her up
right there on her finger.
Devon,
that means that you will be separated from your son
for a very long time,
and I'm sure he needs you.
I was just the middleman, okay?
One call to Rick, that was it.
Who asked you to make the call?
Who wanted Omar dead?
Rocco.
Uh, who's Rocco?
Guy who works the front door.
[door opens]
LAPD. Stop the car!
Gun, gun, gun, gun!
28-David, shots fired
on the 300 block of Ventura Boulevard.
White male suspect, headed eastbound.
Forget it, Powell.
He slashed our tire.
Hey, we get anything yet on the strip club bouncer?
We got a BOLO out. My guys checked his LKA.
So far, no sign of him.That doesn't mean
we're not putting the pieces together, though, Hondo.
Garland's got a long history of theft crimes.
HONDO: Jerry Ramos and Hank David.
We think those are the other two guys involved?
Well, after Garland got busted for his last stickup,
he spent some time in Corcoran with these two.
They match the general descriptions of Luca's shooters.
Any recent contact?
TAN: We pulled Garland's cell phone records. Over the past year,
he's had contact with both of them,
but last couple months,nothing.
They probably switched to burners.LUCA: That's him.
That's the guy who shot me.
HONDO: Hank David. You're sure?
LUCA: Dude was masked, but those eyes...
Thought it was the last thing I was ever gonna see.
I'll never forget 'em.
What about this other guy? He jog your memory?No.
I-I never really saw him.
TAN: Hank David was cellmates with Jerry Ramos.
They have a long history together.
All right, then I'm going with these three as our guys.
I'll put RHD on it right away.
We'll dig up everything we can on Ramos and David.
HONDO: All right, let's look into jobs worked, prison call logs,
last known addresses,
anything that can pinpoint their whereabouts.
Hey, we will get these guys.
TAN: Hey.
You okay?
If I'm being honest, no, I'm not.
Luca, we're getting closer to nailing these guys.
Yeah, I know. It's not that.
I feel useless, man.
I'm on the sidelines over here
while you guys are out there hunting these guys down,
doing my dirty work.
This is 20-Squad's job.
They hurt you, they hurt all of us.
And you're not gonna be on the sidelines for long,
but first things first, man, you got to heal up.
Just be patient with yourself.
You wanted to see me?
Yeah. Close the door.
A few weeks ago, you said you needed to talk.
Yeah, yeah, but then I, uh,
I decided to put that on hold.
[sighs] It's actually kind of complicated, Commander.
I don't suppose it'd have anything to do with retirement?
FPP sent over your forms as part of, uh,
confirming eligibility to start pension calculations.
What's going on, Deac?
Well, me and Annie, we're, uh, we're not doing so good.
When she landed at the public defender's office,
we agreed to juggle both our jobs.
Only, it's-it's not working.
Hmm.
Little time for the kids, even less for us.
Family's paramount, Deacon.
In the end, it's...
the secret sauce to any of this making sense.
You need to protect it.
So...
as much as it pains me...
...I respect your decision.
Thing is,
I made this decision before Luca got shot.
And now... [scoffs]
[sighs] I don't know what to do.
So until I do,
I prefer to keep this between us.
All right.
Uh, Deacon. Yeah?
But don't drag it out.
Otherwise you put your marriage on the line,
and you lose your squad's trust in the process.
LUCA: Hey, Deac.
Hey. What's up, bud?
Heard you had quite the homecoming this morning.
I'm sorry I wasn't there.No, it's all good.
I didn't want a big to-do, but...
Hey, it is a big to-do. We've missed you.
And I'm sorry Annie and I haven't been by.
We've just been trying to get our new routine down.
You guys got a full house. I get it, man. Trust me.
All the food you guys sent over... Man, I feel the love.
How are you and Annie and the kids?
Everything okay?Yeah, you know, busy,
but-but we're good. Thanks for asking.[phone buzzes]
Oh, it's my doc. MRI results.
I've been waiting on this call.
Hello?
Yeah.
Okay.
TAN: Deac, hey.
Might have a lead on one of the robbery crew,
Jerry Ramos. I just talked to an ex-girlfriend.
She said Ramos always had money problems, would constantly hide
from people he owed cash to.
The ex-girlfriend say where?
An aunt's house in Tujunga, and I talked to Burrows.
RHD traced him to the same address.
Seems he gets mail there.
All right, let's get to that house.
[groaning]
You got a minute?
I heard you got a call from your doctor.
MRI results?
Deacon got the impression it wasn't good news.
He's concerned,as am I.
Doc said that my hand and arm
won't move the same ever again.
Even with rigorous P.T.,
there's no chance things will improve?
No. Doc thought that the nerve would regenerate,
but it's not happening.
The damage is permanent.
Oh, geez.
Yeah, here I was acting all sure of myself,
thinking, "You know, son of a bitch just shot me three times,
and they still didn't kill me."
Mm.
Turns out, the joke was on me.
Then the joke was on all of us, Luca.
I mean, between your relentless drive
and your commitment to SWAT
and this squad's faith in you,
we were all convinced you were coming back.
Yet here we are.
Here we are.
SWAT's my whole life, Commander.
I mean, I always saw myself as one of those old guys
they'd have to push out the door.
The truth is,
I've never thought about my life beyond SWAT.
Luca, you... you...
you've got all the knowledge and expertise of a veteran cop,
but you're still young enough to do good work for LAPD.
You'd have a lot to offer if you took a supervisory position.
Now, true, you wouldn't be in the field anymore,
and I get that,
but you'd still be making a difference.
Say the word.
I'll make it happen.
I appreciate the offer, Commander.
I mean, I do.
I guess I'm just gonna need some time to think about it.
Hmm. All right.Okay.
Fair enough.All right.
You know where to find me.
Yep. Okay.
[door opens][sighs]
HONDO: LAPD. We got a warrant!
DEACON: Give me two.
[indistinct chatter over TV]
Hands! Let me see your hands! Get up. Don't move.
What the hell is this?HONDO: Martha Ramos?
We're looking for your nephew Jerry. Where is he?
I don't know.
Somewhere around here maybe.
Hondo, house is clear.
Moving to the three side.
Clearing the backyard now.
Our intel might be wrong.
[sighs] Pause on that, Hondo.
Think we found Jerry Ramos.
Face is battered. Looks like some of his fingers are broken.
So he was tortured before he was killed.
Which means whoever did it wanted something from him,
and they wanted it bad.
My money's on that $5 million necklace.
They know we're on to 'em, so there's no more laying low.
They need to make a move.
Word on Jerry Ramos is he always had big money problems.
Maybe he planned to make his own move,
keep that necklace for himself.
HONDO:All right, Tan, get the unis
and the coroner here.
Deac, you and I will talk to Jerry's aunt,
find out what she heard, what she saw.
MARTHA: I should've figured something
like this would happen.
Jerry was always running with the wrong people.
Mrs. Ramos, do you have any idea who was here today?
Did you see anyone come through?
Did your nephew mention anyone he was expecting?
No. He didn't say anything.
Oh, but earlier,
I was in my room, and I heard voices.
I peeked, and I got
a quick glance at two guys with Jerry.
They were walking towards the garage.
That's where Jerry stayed.
Are these the men you saw?
That's them. Th-That one
on the top, I-I met him before.
Uh, his...
his name is Rocco.
[chuckles] This douchebag
sure made himself comfortable here.
Hey.
Look.
Some singles for your next visit to the strip club.
[chuckles] Is that a joke?
I don't know. Seemed like
you knew your way around that place a little too well.
You, like, a regular or what?
What if I was?
Is that a problem for you?
I'm just surprised,is all.
Getting to know each other like we've been,
you didn't strike me as that guy.
This looks like where they tortured him.
POWELL: Guess it was easier
than searching the hoarder's paradise
that is this whole place.
Burner phone.
Do you know anything about this necklace?
Anything at all. Did-did Jerry ever
show it to you or say anything about it?
I never saw it and he never said anything.
Look, are-are we done?
Okay, just one last question.
Did Jerry ever say anything about leaving town?
Jerry always talked about picking up
and moving to new places,
but he was pretty much
holed up here from the time he showed up.
He only left the house once.
And where did he go?
The Beverly Palm Hotel.
It's where my daughter Kristy works.
All right, I'm here, Hondo. What do we got?
HONDO [over radio]: Commander, we're headed back to HQ,
but we found a burner phone Jerry Ramos was using.
We need a trace.
Sir, I just texted you the number.
[phone chimes]Tracing it now.
What did we get out of Martha Ramos?
She ID'd Hank David and Rocco Garland.
Confirmed they were at her house earlier today.
Jerry Ramos had been tortured, so
we're thinking he was planning on screwing the other two
by getting away with that necklace.
TAN: That's definitely in line with what we know about Ramos.
He's got a history of not paying back debts.
Also explains why the other two wanted him dead.
Clear motive.
Once David and Garland have the necklace,
they're not sticking around.
All right, getting trace results.
All incoming and outgoing calls
from the burner trace to two
unknown numbers, likely Garland and David,
but there's a third,
Kristy Ramos's cell. Last contact
was about two hours ago.
That's about the same time that David and Garland
would be arriving at the Tujunga house.
What if Jerry Ramos had his cousin hide the necklace?
Innocent third party that his buddies would never suspect.
That's probably their next stop.
Tan, reroute us to the Beverly Palm Hotel.
Get us there yesterday.
Roger that. I'm on it!
[gunshot]
[banging on door]
25-David, we're making our way up the west stairwell.
Copy. We're on the east side, nearing the top floor.
[grunts]
Hand it over.
DEACON: LAPD!
HONDO: You know the deal.
Gun on the ground, hands in the air.
[screams]
[crying]
DEACON: 30-David, we got two runners
on the top floor, heading north.
DEACON: Hondo, I got this.
Get Hank David.
[shrieks]
POWELL: LAPD! Stop right there!
[gunfire]
[gunshots]
[explosion]
Police! On the ground!
POWELL: Get on the ground! Don't move!
Give me your hands!
25-David. One suspect in custody.
♪
LAPD! Stop right there!
[gunfire]
[clicks empty]
You're either leaving here handcuffed
in the back of a cruiser,
or in a body bag.
The choice is up to you!
Hands! Let me see your hands!
Turn around! I said, turn around!
Back up to me slowly.
Now down on your knees. I said, on your knees!
[grunting]
You shot the wrong cop that day.
[grunts]
20-David. Suspect in custody.
Code 4 all around.
[panting]
Well, Hank David and Rocco Garland are locked up tight.
I got a feeling they'll be headed back up to Corcoran
until their dying days.
You guys did outstanding work today.
You should be proud.
I've been trying to get ahold of Luca.
I wanted to give him the good news,
but he's not answering my calls or texts.
Luca got some bad news today.
It's bad news for all of us, and I don't know how
to put it, so I'll just say it.
His SWAT days are over.
The call earlier?Mm-hmm.
But he-he's been working so hard.
All the P.T. He's done everything right.
HICKS: He has,
but in this case, it just wasn't enough.
The nerve damage in his shoulder is permanent.
[Tan sighs]
[Tan sighs heavily]
What the hell is he going to do?
One thing's for certain.
This squad is never gonna be the same.
No.
Hey, hold up.
I just want to make sure we're cool
about the whole strip club thing. [sighs]
What you do in your free time is your own business.
Oh, you really want to press this, huh?
I promise you, you're only gonna feel worse.
What? I'm not judging, I swear.
But you got me all wrong. Look, I got a whole lot of love
and respect for women in those places,
but it's not 'cause I'm a regular.
Look, my mom had me young,
and things were rough.
We were on the verge
of living out of our car, but...
God. Your mom danced.
You're right. I feel even worse.
Look, it was only for a short while.
I was little.
Couldn't afford a sitter, so, I'd go with her.
I'd hang out in the dressing room
while the women would all look after me.
That must've been so strange.
I don't know.
I was only five or six at the time.
All just seemed kind of normal,
except they treated me like a king.
Yeah. Well, I still have to say it.
I'm sorry, you know, for coming off judgy.
Nah, it's all good.
We're good.
And I'd be down to grab a drink with you
at one of those clubs some time.
Right, yeah. That's not gonna happen.
[waves crashing]
[seabirds screeching]
Your favorite surf break.
I figured I'd find you here.
So many days, I-I come here and stare at the water.
Somehow, it tells me everything is as it should be.
But not today.
You know, my whole life, almost since I was born,
SWAT's been part of me.
I'm third generation.
SWAT's...
all I've ever known.
It's all I ever wanted.
Now, for the first time in my life...
...it isn't part of my future.
It still could be.What? The Hicks offer?
No, man.
I would kill myself if I had to sit in HQ
and watch as the rest of you were out there doing your thing.
I mean, being behind the wheel of Black Betty...
...being out there in the field with you and Deacon
and everybody else...
...that was always my happy place.
It's what I live for every day.
I'm just...
I'm just not ready.
I mean, I don't want to say goodbye.
And the worst part is, is that
I feel like I'm letting everyone down.
No way, man.
You ain't letting nobody down.
That ain't even in you.
You've given everything you got to this job.
And I know you would give more if you could.
So what's next?
Oh, man, there's a whole world out there.
I don't know. I think having my daughter Vivienne
has given me a different outlook on...
...a higher power or whatever you want to call it.
I just think that somewhere
way past where that sea meets the sky...
...someone or something is trying to tell you
this is your moment.
[chuckles] Whether its chasing surf breaks all over the world...
...finding someone special...
...or just discovering something brand-new.
Luca, you got an opportunity to walk away...
...while you're still young enough...
...to find a whole new happiness.
Maybe one even greater than what SWAT can bring you.
That's a pretty high bar.
You know, all these years
being part of 20-Squad.
I can't even tell you what it's meant to me.
I mean, we've been through so much together
as a team.
You are one of the most honorable men I've ever known.
You are loyal...
...someone I've trusted with my life,
no hesitation.
You remember this.
Badge or no badge...
...you will always be one of us.
That's how family works.
I'm gonna miss you the most, brother.
♪
HICKS: Officer Dominique Luca,
your legacy spans three generations,
starting with your grandfather,
who was also a mentor of mine,
your father Carl,
who I had the honor of serving with.
And now you, Dominique.
You have forever
left your mark on LAPD SWAT.
The very warmest
congratulations on your retirement.
And we wish you the best.
Thank you, brother.I'll miss you, buddy.
Dispatch to 22-David.
It is with enormous pride
that today, at 1630 hours,
I, your team leader and your brother,
deliver your last radio call.
22-David,
you have safely reached the end of your watch.
It's been my honor...
and my privilege.
10-7,
over and out.
Present...
...arms!
Order...
arms!
[whistling]
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