(Caribbean reggaeton music playing)
Seriously, Fabi? This station again?
What's the problem? You used to love reggaeton.
Used to. Makes me homesick now.
Maybe we'll go back there someday.
Where's James, anyway? He said he'd only be a minute.
LEO: Hey! Stop!
(woman screams)
Fabi.
What's he doing?
Stay back, stay back!
Don't do this.
Oh...
Hey! Stay right there!
MANNY: James.
What did you do?
Just relax. Relax. Okay.
(tires screeching)
(bag thudding)
Hey, guys.
Nice.
Well, you're cutting it close, Chris.
Squad conditioning's in two minutes.
Last one to the mat's first up against me in the ring.
You better get your hustle on, man.
Deac and Tan are already changing,
and the boss here is hitting it hard this morning.
Nice having Hondo back in charge,
but these added workouts are killing me.
Team's been through a lot.
He just wants to get our rep back as the baddest squad in HQ.
Besides, nothing wrong with a little extra cardio.
Easy for you to say. You're not about to spar with...
(noise maker sound effect)
DEVICE: Happy birthday!
(cheering over device)
Hey.
It wasn't us, Chris. We swear.
(chuckles)
I was hoping this would be the year
the juvenile pranks would stop.
LUCA: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Why are you shooting straight for me?
You know the whole team tries to outdo each other every year
trying to get you to celebrate your birthday.
My birthday's not till tomorrow. You cheated.
Well, that's why I had to get to you early.
Anything else you would've seen coming.
Happy B-day, Chris.
You guys are the worst. But thanks.
Hey, Chris.
Hmm?
You got a little something going on back there.
(both laugh)
It's gonna be a good day, boss.
What the hell, James? What were you thinking?
JAMES: Look, we're always talking about going somewhere,
and building better lives for ourselves, right?
What kind of life you gonna have in prison?
Look, just calm down.
I got this.
Oh, man. What's this?
Where'd you even get the gun anyway?
This? It ain't even real, it's a toy.
Geez-- Look, I don't know how much I grabbed.
It must be hundreds. No, thousands?
Oh, geez, that's-- How much is it?
James, look.
The police.
All right, just... be cool, okay?
It's okay. They're moving now.
James!
(screaming)
(gunfire)
Get down, get down!
James!
Hold on!
(tires screeching)
Hold on!
(distant shouting)
You, in the SUV,
show me your hands!
Oh...
FABI: Get out! Go, go!
Fabi.
Take the bag.
Screw the bag, we got to go.
Fabi.
I can't.
I'm not gonna leave you here.
Fabi, take the bag and go.
Go!
Fabi, come on.
(sirens wailing)
(gunfire)
(siren wailing)
(vehicle approaching)
DUARTE: Never been happier to see SWAT.
How many shooters?
Two.
Whole thing popped off without warning.
They started firing on that car there.
Two kids in it bailed, took off on foot.
Cover, cover!
Patrol says we got two inside.
Let's not draw this out.
You want to go with pepper?
I got it.
Chris, with me.
Post up.
(helicopter blades whirring)
LUCA: Here we go.
Back driver's side.
(coughing)
Movement. Driver's side, coming out.
(coughing)
LUCA: Hey, get on the ground!
Down on your knees!
On the ground all the way!
(helicopter blades whirring)
(coughing)
Drop the weapon!
Get on the ground now! Drop!
You're not gonna make it. Do as he says!
Drop the weapon!
Drop it!
Get down.
Get down!
HONDO: Tan, Luca, Chris, move in.
Deacon, you're with me.
LUCA: All the way down.
CHRIS: Don't move!
Hands behind your back!
TAN: Hands behind your back now!
LUCA: Down!
(indistinct radio chatter)
He's alive, but he's been gutshot.
30-David, we need an R/A at our location, immediately.
Male teen, GSW.
Hondo,
that gun's a toy.
Come on, kid. Help's on the way.
Hold on for me. Hold on.
(siren approaching)
(indistinct radio chatter)
You okay?
That kid...
he's younger than Darryl.
Hey, we got any idea what the hell went on down here?
Nah, the two shooters aren't talking,
but check this out.
HONDO: It's a Kalashnikov AK-103.
That's military issue.
Yeah, and both dudes have ink.
Look like Russian mafia.
Three kids and a toy gun.
What the hell did they do to buy all this?
♪ ♪
Hey, son. You all right?
Hey, Pop. Yeah, I'm fine.
Just some days are longer than others is all.
SAINT: Hello.
Hank St. John.
I go by Saint.
Daniel Jr. They call me...
I know who you are, Hondo.
Known you since before you were born.
Now seems everybody knows you as the cop who speaks the truth.
(chuckles)
Saint and I were in the Panthers together
back in the day.
Though, as I remember, some of us
were in the party longer than others.
Oh, that's funny, see, 'cause I remember that
some of us didn't leave the party soon enough.
You know, come to think of it, Pop,
you never told me why you left the Panthers.
But I did tell you to stay out of grown folks' business,
now didn't I?
Listen, it don't matter.
Saint didn't come here to jaw jack about the past.
He wants to talk to you.
Talk to me? What about?
A kid from my community got caught up in a shoot-out
today in Boyle Heights,
SWAT was involved.
Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait.
This kid, you know him?
Know of him. Name's James.
He's homeless.
He's from the Caribbean, not too far from where I grew up,
so if there's something I can do...
Well, right now, he's in the hospital
fighting for his life.
Oh.
Any information on who
or what he's involved with would be a help.
I have a friend, her name's Ivy.
She's more intimately involved in our community.
I'd be happy to introduce you tomorrow.
Thank you.
(clearing throat)
Oh, yes.
Checkmate.
HONDO: Uh-oh.
Uh, uh.
(chuckles)
I'll be damned. How did you...
The Ruy Lopez opening.
Had you the moment you took my bishop.
Tomorrow then, Hondo.
I'll be there.
Ruy Lopez, my ass.
(chuckling)
Come on.
Let's do it again, DH.
Set it up.
Mm-hmm.
I can't believe you passed on dessert.
The tiramisu there is amazing.
Well, maybe I've got something else in mind
for dessert.
Oh, come on. Just invite me in.
I won't stay long.
Look, I'm trying to be nice here.
No, if you were being nice, you'd invite me in.
Sorry to interrupt, everything okay here?
Yeah, we're fine, don't worry about it.
I didn't ask you.
I'm asking her.
Man, what is your problem?
I told you we're fine.
Seriously.
Get lost.
(both grunting)
(groaning): Ow! Okay, okay.
You just assaulted a cop, dumbass.
I'll give you a choice, you want to go home
or you want to go to jail?
Sorry, you okay?
Yeah.
Thank you.
My Internet date went full-on...
Internet date.
I'm Joy.
Been meaning to introduce myself
since I moved in.
I'm Bonnie.
This is my husband, Victor.
You must be the one who speaks Cantonese?
I sometimes hear you through the wall.
Yeah, probably on the phone with my mom.
Wait, you speak Cantonese, too?
(speaking Cantonese)
(replying in Cantonese)
Sorry, it's just so rare
to randomly meet somebody else who speaks it.
Most everybody speaks Mandarin.
My mom is gonna love this, a new Cantonese neighbor.
Nice to meet you.
You, too.
Good night.
Bye.
LUCA: Hey, morning, Chris.
Yo, what's up with the new whip?
It's my uncle's.
I wasn't going near mine this morning
in case you clowns
booby-trapped it.
Damn.
You're starting the day on defense.
It's crowded today.
Uh, I think I saw an empty spot up on the right-hand side.
Yeah?
Yeah.
CHRIS: All right.
CHRIS: What?
(Chris sighs)
(Luca laughs)
Yeah!
(Luca whoops)
You really came in early just for this?
Only 'cause I love you.
Also, I wanted to get you before you put your guard up.
Happy official birthday, Chris!
(cheering)
(chuckles)
Yeah, happy birthday.
It's pretty good, right?
Thank you.
(Luca laughs)
Just talked to Hondo.
He's running down a contact who might be able to give us
more information on those kids from yesterday's shooting.
Good, 'cause right now we're short on answers
and long on questions.
The two gunmen you took down aren't saying anything.
And it turns out they go deeper than just the Russian mob.
DEACON: They're former Spetsnaz soldiers?
Yep, Russian Special Forces,
part of a crew run by this guy.
Victor Sasha, aka The Baron.
Off the radar since escaping prison in Moscow.
Recently resurfaced in L.A.,
muscling his way into organized crime.
How the hell do three teenage kids
get in his crosshairs?
Not sure,
but my guess is it has something to do with this.
Kid robbed a quinceañera dress shop
a little while before the shoot-out.
Those places tend to be cash heavy.
Good cover for money laundering.
That bag looks heavy. How much cash is in there?
Don't know. Detectives went to check it out this morning,
the whole place was burned
to the ground.
DEACON: Interesting timing.
HICKS: Store owner was packing his bags
when Patrol scooped him up. He's in interrogation.
Street, take Chris and get him talking.
I hate to think what'll happen if the Russians find them first.
STREET (chuckles): Deac ironed one of those
onto every shirt in your locker.
Must have done it last night. I'm sure Annie helped.
I don't know. Guy has four kids.
Man can probably iron.
Look, can you just...
Whatever you have planned this year, can you just not?
Relax, I'm not doing anything,
which, today, is my birthday present to you.
Please, you live for this kind of crap.
Last year, you got Dispatch to sing to me
across every frequency in LAPD.
Yeah.
I mean, I guess I just know you
a little better now.
You hate the attention, and I respect that.
I just feel like I don't deserve it.
I wouldn't say that.
(door opens)
Hey.
The officer who brought you in said that you were
getting ready to leave town?
Yeah, I just felt like getting away.
Maybe drive up the coast.
It's been a rough week.
I'd say. First you get robbed,
then your store burns to the ground.
I got to figure that's
the least of your worries now, though,
given how unhappy the Russians seem to be.
Look, I just wanted to sell dresses, all right?
I didn't want any part of any...
Washing their dirty money?
They threatened my family.
If they threaten you, then you come clean to us;
if not, laundering money, that's a five-year mandatory minimum.
I didn't have any choice.
Then talk to us.
You help us, we help you.
(sighs)
Look, the store sells maybe three dresses a day.
Maybe five during prom season.
But on the books, they got me selling hundreds.
Online orders, phone orders, but nothing ever ships.
It's all bogus.
They deliver stacks of cash, I deposit into an account.
With all the fake receipts, they make it look legit.
So what, you got a joint account with the Russians?
No.
No, the Russians are like, uh, security, I guess.
They work for a bigger fish.
Who?
I don't know.
I swear.
The kid who robbed the store,
you think he had any idea about the dirty money,
what he was taking?
No, no, no, he was scared.
He just grabbed a bag and ran.
I tried to warn him what would happen if he took it,
but... (sighs)
over $2 million.
Two million?
Yeah.
He and his friends are as good as dead.
Some things in here are perishable,
so just make sure they get to the right shelves.
SAINT: Excuse, please, Miss Ivy.
I want you to meet a friend of mine.
Sergeant Harrelson.
This is Miss Ivy LaFleur.
She's the real saint around here.
Keeps this place up and running,
feeding anyone who's hungry.
I help out a little, of course.
Fill her shelves with donations from my restaurant.
Looks like quite the operation.
Ivy, I was hoping
you might be able to assist the sergeant.
How can I help you?
Saint tells me
you may know a young man by the name of James.
He was injured in a robbery yesterday.
We don't know much about him.
James Bernard. I'm sorry to hear what happened.
Won't say I'm surprised.
How do you mean?
James moved here from the Caribbean a few years ago,
orphaned by Hurricane Maria.
I felt bad for him,
so I put him to work in our kitchen.
After a few shifts, he stopped showing up.
James didn't want to work
and wanted easy money.
That boy is trouble.
James isn't the only one I'm worried about.
There were two kids with him yesterday.
This is Manny's. Oh, God.
Not him and Fabi.
You know them?
Manny Kameka, and his older sister, Fabi.
They, too, arrived after the hurricane.
(sighs): Oh, God.
So broken.
So alone.
Those two are good kids.
Miss LaFleur, they're both in very serious danger.
Do you have any idea where they may be?
I don't, but Manny called earlier.
I didn't answer, figured he was just checking in.
It's not even ringing.
May I see your phone, please?
You can trust him.
Thank you.
(sighs, mutters)
Yo, Luca.
I just sent you the number of one of
the kids we're looking for.
I need you to run a cell trace.
Okay. Putting it in right now, boss.
Hang tight, it's looking.
So you can trace a call
even if his phone is dead?
Not much the police can't do nowadays.
It may not tell us where he is now,
but maybe where he was when he tried to make the call.
Last ping came from an area northeast of downtown,
between Scott Avenue and Brendon Boulevard.
HONDO: That's Victor Heights.
IVY: There's a homeless encampment there.
Lot of folks from
the Caribbean community.
Maybe Manny and Fabi...
You hear that, Luca?
Yeah. Sure thing.
I'll meet you there.
Thank you.
Yeah. Sure.
Both of you.
(indistinct chatter)
Fabi, what are we doing?
We should have given the money to the police.
Don't be stupid.
Money like this, we can't trust anyone.
We just need to find James, and we can all leave town.
Luca.
Yo.
Red tent, blue tarp. Near the back.
Got it.
Hondo, hold up, hold up, hold up.
We got company.
All right, move. I got an idea.
(speaking Russian)
Fabi?
Take it easy, take it easy.
Listen to me, we've only got a second.
There are men with guns here looking for you.
Get back inside that tent, get down low on the ground,
and stay there. Do not come out until I come back for you.
Do you understand?
Yes, we understand.
Get in there, go.
LUCA: Okay, they must have split up.
I'm tracking one along the west edge.
He came from right over there.
Yeah. Okay.
Luca, go left. I'll go right.
♪ ♪
LAPD! Drop the weapon!
(gunshot)
(screaming)
(panicked chatter)
Get over. Get over. Give me your arms.
(groans)
(flex-cuff tightens)
(panicked chatter)
Move, move!
Police! Drop the weapons!
(tires screeching)
Aw, come on.
That must hurt.
(groans)
It's not my first bullet.
It will heal.
Yeah, most of them do, except the last.
You know I'm not gonna give you what you want,
so why am I still here?
The question I have is, how are you still here?
(chuckles)
If-if I hired you to protect my millions,
and you got taken to school by some teenagers...
...you'd be the first person to receive the last bullet.
Who's behind the money laundering operation?
Who's two million are you chasing?
(scoffs) Telling you that would be a sure way to die.
We know you and your comrades are only guns for hire.
Who are you working for?
We can offer you protection.
There is no protection from someone like this.
He's a ghost.
Even The Baron fears him.
Where are we on the money laundering?
We nail down who's behind it yet?
STREET: No, but we're not alone.
Organized Crime has suspected an operation
in the Fashion District for years.
They've been monitoring a dozen banks,
never been able to nail it down.
Whoever's behind it has moved tens of millions
through the pipeline.
Well, sometimes the bigger the crime syndicate,
the easier it is to hide in plain sight.
What do we know so far?
Once the dress store owner deposits the cash,
it's wired out,
bouncing between foreign banks and digital accounts.
It is impossible to see where it lands.
HICKS: This name appears more than once, "Kinari Holdings."
It's an old LLC tied to a few banks
with California routing numbers,
but the, uh, accounts were shut down years ago.
Tan reached out to a buddy at the Franchise Tax Board.
They're checking their archives for any filings
related to Kinari Holdings.
All right, let me know if anything turns up.
STREET: How's birthday fest?
Anyone out-Hondo Hondo yet?
You didn't see the monitors in Eagle's Nest this morning?
No, what did I miss?
Rocker made my face the screen saver on every TV.
Got a photo from my Uncle Sarzo of my 12th birthday.
I got to see this.
You think I'm gonna let that stay up?
Hey, what's wrong with you?
I just got off the phone with Bonnie.
I think something's up.
Trouble in paradise?
What did you do?
Well, nothing, I don't think.
All right. We went out to dinner last night.
It was super romantic.
Everything's great.
Then coming home,
this thing happened in the hallway of our building.
What thing?
Well, we have a new neighbor.
She was being hassled by some guy.
So you stepped in.
Yeah, it was no big deal.
I basically badged the guy, kicked him out.
But after that the mood was gone.
Bonnie wasn't the same.
This neighbor you rescued, describe her.
20s, Chinese, athletic.
Is "athletic" a code word for hot?
Bonnie's not jealous.
No, for real. That's not her style.
Did you ask her what the matter was?
Yeah. She said nothing,
but something's definitely the matter.
Well, then you need to ask her again.
And don't just ask yes or no questions.
If you want her to open up,
you're gonna have to ask open-ended questions.
And actively listen,
and work to deactivate her negative feelings.
What? I took the hostage negotiation course.
Is this really any different?
(phone vibrating)
My buddy over at the Franchise Tax Board.
He found an old address for Kinari Holdings,
and it's local.
Ah, worth checking out.
All right, you fill Hicks in, I'm gonna let Hondo know.
♪ ♪
Clear.
This was the address listed
on a tax filing for Kinari Holdings
from almost ten years ago.
Judging by the lengths they went to cover their tracks,
my guess is they're long gone by now.
Up there.
LAPD.
Ma'am. We're looking for Kinari Holdings.
Lucky you, you found it.
What exactly is it you do here?
Uh, knit mostly.
Sometimes the phone rings, and I get instructions.
Instructions to do what?
Start a new corporation, close down an old one,
open a new bank account, move funds.
It-it changes, actually.
It never crossed your mind
that this place might be a front
for some sort of illegal activity?
(laughs nervously) Not my place to ask.
Everything I do is legal.
Too bad
that's not the case with your employer.
Far as we can tell, he's neck deep
in organized crime.
You must have met him at some point.
Somebody hired you, somebody pays you.
It-it was an online job listing.
I've never met the owner. Never met anyone.
(phone chimes)
(sighs)
That's the hospital.
James just woke up.
(elevator bell chimes)
(indistinct P.A. announcement)
Thank you.
Doctor said it'll be a minute before we can go in
and see James.
What was that about?
Homeless kid like James has nothing even close
to medical insurance.
I just want to make sure he still gets decent care.
You're paying his bills?
James' story, it's my story, too.
A teenager orphaned by a hurricane.
Only in my case,
it wasn't a storm that killed my family.
Colonialism did.
They starved to death.
Resources were scarce
before the storm and after.
There simply wasn't enough to go around,
not for those who weren't white, anyway.
So you left the islands and came to L.A.
looking for something better.
Imagine my surprise
when I find same hardships here.
They're inescapable maybe.
Even in chess, you know?
Just by playing the white pieces...
You already have a better chance of winning.
I heard that from my pops.
Doesn't mean we can't make things better, though.
You and me,
we're alike in that way, I imagine.
Doctor says you can see him now.
Hmm.
Thank you.
(door opens)
Fabi and Manny, where are they?
That's why I'm here, James.
I need your help to find them.
They in trouble?
In trouble, no,
but they're definitely in danger.
I think the people who did this to you are after them.
Do you know where they are? Where they might hide?
SAINT: James, this man,
he probably saved your life.
Let him do the same
for Fabi and Manny.
There's this place that Manny goes
in the Warehouse District.
Old mill or something.
Said it reminds him of a cathedral.
Where do I find it?
On Brookside, close to Florence.
Thanks, James.
We have to go somewhere. Get out of town.
No, I told you, not without James.
They found us, Fabi.
They found us.
Go, go, go, go, go.
♪ ♪
We're not here for you.
We only want the money.
You give it to us, I promise we won't hurt you.
♪ ♪
Somebody beat us to the punch.
DEACON: How?
We'll figure that out later.
Right now we got to get inside and find those kids
before The Baron does.
Remember, these guys are former special forces,
so fill the gaps...
ALL: Stay liquid.
Let's move.
Luca, Chris, clear the room to the left.
Deacon, Street, Tan, you're with me.
Lights.
♪ ♪
Stay here.
No matter what.
I'm coming out.
Don't shoot.
Where's the other one? Your sister?
I-I don't know. I lost her.
What about the money?
It's hidden. I-I can take you,
but promise me you don't hurt me.
Show me.
♪ ♪
You know what will happen if you're lying to us?
I'm not lying to you.
♪ ♪
Deacon.
Hey, it's okay.
You're safe. You can come out now. Come on.
(panting)
They took my brother. They took Manny.
Where?
I don't know.
He-he was leading them away to save me.
Told him he'd take them to the money.
That's hard to do with the money right there.
These guys aren't stupid.
It's not gonna take long
till they realize the kid's bluffing.
And when they do they're gonna have no use for him.
Street,
get Fabi someplace safe.
Let's end this.
24-David.
(over comm): Front half of the warehouse is clear.
No sign of them.
HONDO: Roger that, Chris.
I warned you what will happen if you're playing us.
MANNY: I-I'm not, I s-- I swear.
Let's move.
I-I'm just a little lost right now.
I'm trying to, uh, remember where-where I hid it.
Nobody forgets where they hid $2 million.
Take us to the money now.
Lights.
THE BARON: Unless you're ready to die.
MANNY: No, no, no.
LAPD! Drop your gun!
LAPD!
(gunfire)
They're splitting up.
You two go right.
I got The Baron.
Move, move!
♪ ♪
That's far enough.
You ain't getting out of here, you got to know that.
Then I guess we have problem.
♪ ♪
(grunts)
Kid, you okay?
Yeah. Yeah.
You stay right here.
Don't you move. You understand?
Okay.
Hold up.
Deac, circle back.
Don't even think about it.
Drop your weapon.
On your knees. Hands behind your head.
30-David, one suspect in custody.
20-David, in foot pursuit of The Baron.
♪ ♪
(groaning)
(grunts)
(both grunt)
♪ ♪
(grunting)
(cries out)
You're done.
20-David to Command.
Final suspect in custody.
(panting)
These officers here are gonna take you to the hospital.
Figured you might want to see your friend.
Yeah.
Oh, Manny?
Yeah?
Got something of yours.
Always had faith it would turn up.
Thank you.
Just happy to have the chance to get it back to you.
Take care.
Still want to know who was behind all this.
We put enough pressure on The Baron,
maybe he'll tell us.
Guys,
we saved the kids. We live to fight another day.
Let's just take the win on this one.
Since no one's gonna claim this money,
I guess that means that we get to keep it, right?
Nice try, Luca.
Give me the bag.
Before I make you empty your pockets, give me the bag.
(quiet laughter)
Let's go home.
It has to be Tan.
He snuck off the moment we got back.
I should have followed him.
(chuckles)
(groans)
Here, I'll help you take them down.
Don't want your uncle's truck to float away.
You really didn't do
anything to surprise me today, did you?
Oh, I knew it!
Okay, get it over with.
Come on.
What's this?
Skydiving lessons?
Mm-hmm.
No way. Are these real?
Yeah. Overheard you, uh, telling Luca last month
you wanted to try it sometime.
And, look,
I know we've been at a confusing crossroads with us,
but I just wanted to get you an actual gift this year,
something special.
Two tickets, huh?
Maybe I'll take Tan just so I can push him off the plane.
They're good for a whole year.
I-I don't know where we'll be personally by then,
but maybe a little closer to where we both want to be.
Thanks.
Happy birthday.
Hey, babe, I'm home.
Ah, what's that smell?
(door closes)
You got takeout from Wang's?
Mmm!
All right, this is even better than I remember.
I can't believe you drove all the way out to Alhambra.
I didn't. Joy made those, as a thank-you for last night.
Babe, all right, we-we got to talk about what's wrong.
I told you nothing's wrong.
I know, but maybe
"everything's fine" means "everything's not fine."
So, please just tell me what's upsetting you.
I want to understand.
Honestly, I don't know.
I guess seeing you with Joy,
and you two bonding
over Cantonese made me feel...
I don't know, insecure.
Why? Uh, there's nothing to be jealous of.
No, it's not that. It's just...
Part of me has always wondered
if you would have been better off with someone Asian.
Someone who-who understands your culture
and your background better.
What?
Why-why would you think that?
I don't know, I've just always had this voice
in the back of my head.
Bonnie, I love you.
And it's got nothing to do with race,
and everything to do with how beautiful you are
as a person, inside and out.
You don't have to speak Cantonese or make pork buns
to make me happy.
Although it wouldn't hurt.
Besides,
we've got a lifetime to learn about each other's
culture and traditions.
Yeah.
I'm dying to know more about yours.
County fairs, beauty pageants, cow tipping.
(laughs)
What can you find out about me in the bedroom
that you can't out here?
I think I'll see.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
(laughs)
Okay.
Hey, Pop?
Hmm?
That's a great pic. Never seen this one before.
I try not to get you too jealous.
Jealous?
Of what?
How good looking I was back in the day.
Oh, Lord.
(laughs)
Hey, look here, that little bit of swagger you got
had to come from somewhere.
(both chuckle)
Yeah, these were, these were some righteous times, baby.
HONDO: You know, I've heard plenty about
the good old days in the Panthers,
and you fighting the good fight.
But last night, when Saint was talking about
you leaving the party,
first time I got a different vibe.
Yeah, leaving wasn't an easy decision.
See, when I joined, I felt like we were united,
like we had a common cause that I believed in.
You know, I-I know it's the opposite side of the coin,
but a lot like I remember how you felt
when you first joined the LAPD.
I wanted to make a positive impact.
I just assumed that the other cops around me felt the same.
Yeah. See, at one point the party spilt.
Different factions, different agenda.
Wasn't long before we were killing each other.
We were supposed to be fighting oppression,
instead we ended up oppressing ourselves.
See, I didn't sign up for that.
So I got out.
Do you regret it?
Sometimes.
But my bigger regret...
is what happened to the organization.
We had the potential for so much more.
Give your all to something only to see it fall short
of what it should be.
I feel you.
That's why I respect what you're doing, son.
I respect that,
even though the department is failing around you,
you still got the strength to try to make it even better.
Yeah, well, only time will tell if I got it right or not.
It's about the journey, son.
It's always about the journey.
(sighs) Keep fighting the good fight.
(chuckles softly)
I guess we got more in common than just good looks, huh?
I guess so.
(chuckling)
Good night, son.
Good night, Pop.
(phone vibrates)
Hey, Luca, what's up?
You still at HQ?
Yeah, I kind of went down a rabbit hole
looking into old corporate filings
for, uh, Kinari Holdings.
I managed to trace it all the way back
to the original incorporation.
So you know who formed the company? You got a name?
Some guy, Rodrigo Lopez de Segura.
The only this is, there is no Rodrigo Lopez de Segura,
at least not living anyways.
What do you mean?
The only dude I could find by that name
lived in the 16th century.
Some kind of chess master.
He invented a famous move called the...
The Ruy Lopez opening.
Yeah, how'd you know that?
I've been sitting here kicking myself
for not seeing it sooner.
The Baron's men showing up to the homeless camp,
them beating us to the mill.
You used me and my team to hunt down those kids.
That's a serious accusation without any kind of proof.
And that's not a denial.
We get one life, Hondo.
Some do as they must,
others do as they please.
I choose the latter.
You were willing to kill those kids
to get your dirty money back.
Money comes and goes.
But I've been building something in this community
since before my time with the Panthers.
Everything I have I've earned,
including my people's trust.
You may have them fooled but not me.
It's only gonna take one mistake
for the LAPD to come knocking on your door.
And I'll be watching you.
I'll have to be very careful, then.
Take care, Sergeant.
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