Previously on SWAT...
You remember Zepp Construction.
Turns out they got the contract not by bringing the best bid.
They bribed their way into the deal.
- How could this happen? - You're the one
who signed off on the deal.
Look, Bruce, you can drop the act.
You were the one
who took the bribe from Zepp Construction,
and then you tried to throw me under the bus to cover your tracks.
Nichelle... Have a nice day, Bruce.
You Hondo?
Jim Street.
You're cutting it a little close, Street.
And you're in the wrong uniform.
Sorry, yeah, I, uh...
hit, like, a thousand red lights.
Now, I'm not giving up on you, Street.
But I wouldn't be doing you or this team
any favors if I kept letting you slide.
I don't need you or anybody else.
Hey, I'm here because I care about you.
You got to be a good officer to do this job.
And an even better human being to do it well.
It's just been a little tricky
with Street running SWAT training down in Long Beach.
Gather round, kiddos.
Tonight's winner of the Long Beach
warrant lottery is Cliff Murray,
former biker.
He beat a father of three senseless this morning in a road rage incident.
Murray's been known to carry,
but he has not had a prior in over a decade,
so... should be cut and dry.
- So no fun. Got it. - Don't forget,
like we say in L.A.,
"You catch 'em, you clean 'em."
The heck does that even mean, Street?
Honestly?
- No idea. - Wow, Hollywood.
Got any more life-saving pearls of wisdom?
Oh, I think what you meant to say was
we are grateful to the LAPD for lending us Officer Street
for the past few months.
Maybe if you actually listened, Carnegie,
you wouldn't be coming in dead last
in all the drills he's been putting us through.
You want to take the lead on this one?
Your house. I'm just couch surfing.
Okay, then. 30-Company, tap up.
LBPD! Warrant!
Hands up, Murray.
Gun!
Street and Carnegie, clear the rest of the house.
Give me a two!
I got a bogey.
Hey, don't move!
Turn around. Slowly.
Suspect has armor-piercing rounds.
Dude just lobotomized my shield!
30-Company, fall back,
do a secondary on the residence.
Street and I in foot pursuit.
LBPD! Hold it right there!
Damn it.
Hey, our target Cliff Murray,
he used to run with a biker club, right?
Our friend here with the shotgun's wearing the same vest.
Murray rode with the Spine Cutters
back in the day. You remember them?
Yeah. Worst of the worst.
Ran the Long Beach drug game for a while.
Yeah, they were led by a real monster Sonny Allen.
Man was merciless.
Murdered all his competitors,
- even killed a cop. - That's what did him in, right?
He killed a detective, went on the run?
Spine Cutters fell apart without him.
Feds came down on his whole operation,
but they never found Sonny.
Nobody's seen him in ten years, till tonight.
The shooter with the armor-piercing bullets who got away?
That was Sonny Allen.
Boss?
We found another body.
Damn.
How'd a kid like that get mixed up in all this?
Doesn't exactly fit in with the crowd inside.
He's a cop. What?
He's not from Long Beach.
He's LAPD.
What the hell was he doing all the way down here?
Yeah, we... I think we should change it.
Okay, yeah.
Bruce.
What are you doing here?
I need to talk to you.
I, uh, brought your favorite bagels.
You good, Nichelle?
Oh, yeah.
Bruce and I, uh, used to work together.
Can you take those to the kitchen?
Been a minute, huh?
Last time I saw you,
I was clearing out my desk at the OIG.
I have a busy day, and you didn't come here just to bring me breakfast.
- Say what you came to say, Bruce. - Taking that payoff
and forging that contract was stupid and selfish.
You didn't deserve to get caught up in my mess.
I just want you to know how sorry I am. That's all.
You almost cost me my name and my reputation,
but I accept your apology.
Thank you for coming by.
It feels wrong to ask, and you have every right
to tell me to get lost,
but there is one tiny thing I could use your help with.
Are you for real right now?
I had an interview this week with an accounting firm.
It's a competitive position,
and there's no way the IG will give me a good reference.
Is there any way you can put in a good word?
You and I did some great things for this city.
That's a lot to ask...
I made a colossal mistake.
But I look around this center,
and I see it's run by someone who believes in second chances.
I'm just looking for mine.
Here, they're making the decision this morning.
Please call them.
I'll...
I'll think about it.
- Look who's back, Hondo. - You're a week early, Street.
What happened? Oh, did you miss us too much?
Eh, he was too big-time.
They couldn't keep up with him down there.
I missed you guys, too.
Welcome back, kid.
All good?
I wish it was.
Hondo, this is Sergeant Barry Jones,
Long Beach SWAT 30-Company team leader,
- and my old boss. - Honored to finally meet the man
who took this hell-raiser off my hands.
Well, we might have got off to a rocky start,
but 20-Squad is not 20-Squad without Street.
So, what's going on?
Sonny Allen, leader of the Spine Cutters Motorcycle Group.
At its peak, every drug in Long Beach ran through them.
We crossed paths with Sonny last night.
First time anyone's seen the psycho in ten years.
The last thing he did before going off grid was
killed the GND detective running his case,
- a close friend of mine. - But he got away from you last night.
It could have been a lot worse.
Dude was stocked with armor-piercing rounds.
He put two rounds right through one of our ballistic shields.
A cop-killing biker with cop-killing rounds.
Why are you bringing it all the way up here?
Because at that same house,
we found the dead body of an LAPD officer.
Owen Greene.
Graduated Academy last year, top of his class.
I met Greene once. He works out of Wilshire.
Wilshire's a long way from Long Beach.
What's he doing down there with Sonny Allen?
Selling off LAPD property, it seems.
Officer Greene's been working the evidence locker
at Wilshire the last six months.
Last night, he walked out with a supply of black-tipped,
tungsten-core, armor-piercing rounds.
LAPD seized them from the cartel a couple years back.
That must have been what Sonny was hauling off
in that truck last night.
Greene sells them, then gets double-crossed.
Whatever he was doing,
Greene took the LAPD's whole haul.
That's over 700 rounds.
Rounds that can cut through anything in SWAT's arsenal.
What the hell could he possibly want with all that firepower?
The only way we're gonna figure it out
is we do it together. Bad news for Sonny.
Now he's L.A.'s problem, too.
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A statewide BOLO's been issued for Sonny Allen.
Every cop in Long Beach and L.A. is on high alert.
We need patrols searching all the old Spine Cutter locations.
Every second that Sonny is on the street with those rounds,
innocent lives are in danger.
What about Officer Greene?
Any more info on his connection to Sonny?
There's no record of an undercover assignment
or any official LAPD reason why he'd be in Long Beach.
Digging into a dirty cop
really the best use for our time right now?
- His involvement raises questions. - What questions?
The kid tried to make a quick buck
and found out what happens when you deal with the devil.
We find the link between Greene and Sonny, maybe we find out
why he needed all those rounds from the LAPD lockup.
Might tell us what he's planning on using them for.
I have an old C.I. from my Long Beach days
with one ear to the biker world. I could pay him a visit,
see if he's heard anything about Sonny.
That's a good idea, Street. Take Tan.
I'll get a warrant on Officer Greene's phone.
It might be able to tell us something about
- how he spent the day he died. - All right, listen,
if Street is gonna go down to Long Beach,
maybe I'll stay up here.
Hondo, maybe you and I go have a little chat
with Greene's watch commander?
Yeah, all right.
Hey, um...
you mind if I take Carnegie with me?
That guy's been giving you grief
ever since you started rolling with us.
I was sent down to tighten up your squad.
I just feel like I've made inroads with everyone but him.
To be honest, I don't know how much longer
Carnegie is gonna be a part of the squad.
He's on the verge of washing out.
I understand he's coasting right now,
but let me and Tan spend some time with him,
see if we can figure out what's holding him back.
If you insist.
- He's all yours. - Thanks.
Hey, what's the deal with you and your boss,
always sticking up for strays?
Trust Hondo's instincts.
He was right about me, wasn't he?
How do we know your boy's gonna be worth our time, Hollywood?
Trust me, my guy is solid.
He's a repair guru.
Bikers from every club come to him
when they can't get their rides running right.
And cops see me when they want new Ducati parts for cheap,
don't want to know where they come from.
Great to see you, man.
Guys, this is Dindy.
He's probably worked on every bike I've ever wrecked.
Course, he caused a lot of those wrecks.
No, you would drag me onto PCH at 3:00 a.m.
Plus, you were a cop...
- I couldn't say no. - That checks out.
So listen, Dindy,
have you heard anything about Sonny Allen being back in town?
Lot of ex-Spine Cutters been by lately,
asking me to tune up their rides.
Wearing their old cuts, too.
I hate that freaky patch.
Sounds like Sonny's getting the club back together.
With those black tips,
sounds more like he's gearing up for a turf war.
I just suped up
a purple Harley for a guy running his mouth
about "black-tip ammo."
- Called himself Iron Mike. - I've heard of Iron Mike.
He's a black market weapons modifier.
Guy's a legend.
Give him any gun, any bullet, he'll make them dance.
Yeah, Sonny would need special rifles
for the igniting tungsten in those rounds.
Dindy, did Iron Mike say anything else while he was here?
Mentioned that biker dive bar, Rodney's.
Said he wanted to catch up with some "OG's"
before he left town.
Or maybe he's meeting with Sonny for one more job.
Hey.
Thanks for coming by, Sergeant.
Yeah.
Listen, we are trying to get a clearer picture
as to how Officer Greene came into possession of the stolen ammo.
He played all of us.
Look, my department will do whatever's necessary
to help track down those rounds.
Greene scanned his own badge to get in and out of Evidence.
He made no effort to avoid the cameras.
He had to have known he'd be caught.
Probably thought he'd be halfway to Mexico by now.
Greene finished top of his class.
His record's impeccable.
You were his C.O.
Doesn't this story seem off to you?
Yeah, of course it does.
Greene was a perfect rookie.
Great on patrol, well-liked.
Didn't even moan when it was his turn
to ride the Evidence and Property desk.
Sounds like he fooled everyone.
Look, Hondo, I know you met the kid once, but come on.
I don't know why you're so pressed
to see something that isn't there.
We met at his graduation.
He recognized me from a recruitment poster.
Told me how he wanted to be a cop his entire life.
I saw it in his eyes, Jones.
The kid had a real drive.
I know it was only one encounter,
but I was impressed.
I wish I'd met that young man,
but what I see is a bad cop.
Robbing the LAPD, only looking out for himself.
I'm locking up the center now, Mom.
Tell Viv Mommy will be home for lunch,
and I'm bringing plenty of kisses.
- Bruce, you scared me. - Firm just called.
I didn't get the job. Thought you'd like to know.
You know, I asked if anyone called on my behalf.
They didn't hear a peep.
No, I didn't call them.
I thought a lot about it, but I honestly don't think
I could recommend you for a position anywhere right now.
- But you promised. - I said I'd think about it, and I did.
I don't owe you anything more.
Do you know how hard it was to even get an interview?
This was my best chance
of getting my head back above water,
and you couldn't bother to make a simple phone call.
I am not responsible for fixing your mistake.
You were happy to stand by and let me take the fall
for your crime, remember?
So that's what this is, payback?
We were already having money troubles, okay?
Why do you think I took the payoff in the first place?
I needed help. I still need help.
Step back, Bruce.
My life is spiraling, Nichelle.
You took away my only chance at saving it.
You don't care about helping people at all.
The entire LBPD is kicking in doors
looking for Sonny, and L.A. SWAT is just sitting here?
Carnegie, get in your car. You and Grissom are on the back.
If Iron Mike shows up, we need to be ready.
We're looking for a biker. This is a biker bar.
Let's go in and get some answers.
Well, Iron Mike rides a purple Harley.
See any purple bikes out front?
Boy, they made you squeaky clean up there, Street.
You forget we do things our own way down here?
How about the right way?
You think you can handle that, Carnegie?
Please tell me I was never that bad.
So, how's it been being back in Long Beach?
I know you weren't thrilled at being sent down here.
I always looked at Long Beach as
this place where bad things happen.
You know, all the hell my mom put me though,
and everything Nate and I endured in the foster system.
I think it was just easier to blame a place
instead of the people who failed me.
But I've been here these last couple months,
and I gotta say Long Beach is awesome.
For instance, around the corner down here
there's this burger joint Gold Bun.
And my mom used to take me every Monday for breakfast.
We'd be the first ones in there. Best day of the week.
Glad you could find a little love for this place, Street.
Hey, anytime you're craving a Long Beach breakfast burger,
and Chris isn't feeling like a 45-minute drive,
- you know who to call. - Thanks, man.
Jones took a few of his guys
to an old address of Sonny's he dug up.
What are you up to?
I'm going through all of Greene's arrest reports
from his time on patrol.
Deacon, the Greene I met
wanted to do right by his community.
That person doesn't sell ten crates
of armor-piercing rounds to a criminal.
There's got to be some explanation
for his sudden personality change.
You know, Hondo, your biggest strength
as a leader is the ability to see the best in everyone.
It's pulled our team together more times than I can count.
Now, I'm not saying that your read on Greene is wrong,
but right now we've got a madman trying to start a biker war,
- and no idea how to find him. - I know, man.
But something's still not sitting right with me.
I can feel it in my gut.
The warrant on Greene's phone went through.
Forensics just sent us the data.
All right, these photos were sent to Greene
from an unknown number within the last week.
And this text was sent yesterday.
"You're out of time, Officer Greene.
"If I don't have those black-tips by tonight,
this is the last image you'll see of your niece."
You were right.
Greene wasn't dirty, he was being blackmailed.
And whatever Sonny's planning, it sounds like it's gonna happen soon.
We have eyes on the purple Harley.
It's gotta be Iron Mike.
Finally. Let's scoop him up
- and get some answers. - Carnegie,
stay in your car and cover the road.
Tan and I will handle the suspect.
Damn it, Carnegie, what did I just say?
He made you.
Hey, stop the bike!
LAPD. I need to borrow this. Please, move, move, move.
All right, all right.
26-David, in pursuit of suspect
going southbound on Shoreline Drive.
Copy, Street. I'll try to head him off from the other direction.
Tan, he just hopped the median.
Damn it. Man, he really suped up that Harley.
He's making a break for the freeway
by cutting through a parking garage.
I can't keep up on this thing.
There's an exit on the Ocean Boulevard side.
I'll meet you at the top.
Step away from the bike and show me your hands. Now!
Does that count as you catching him or me?
Definitely me. Iron Mike,
we've got a few questions for you about Sonny Allen.
Deacon and Tan are digging deeper
into Officer Greene's phone.
His sister and her daughter
have been placed in protective custody.
I'm just gonna spit it out.
You were right about Greene. I was wrong.
Look, Jones,
your gut wasn't far off.
Greene might've stole those rounds to protect his family,
but he still stole them.
My gut is mostly
fire and ulcers these days.
You know, you kept a cool head.
I can see why Street looks up to you.
You know, I-I almost washed him out?
I just didn't... He drove me crazy,
running around like he knew more
than everyone else, you know?
But right before I could cut him,
Buck Spivey swooped in
and whisked him up here. Now look at him.
He's training my guys,
teaching us things that I didn't even know.
You took a chunk of coal
and molded him into a true diamond, Hondo.
I'm not about to take all the credit.
He got his fire from somewhere.
You must be proud of him.
I am.
You got quite a rep south of the 710, Mike.
Heard you once rigged a pump-action to shoot grenades.
Now, why would anyone need that?
Well, maybe they wanted to blow something up,
but, you know, Daddy never taught them how to throw a fastball.
I do aesthetic work for private collectors.
I don't know what they do with their pieces
on their own time.
"Aesthetics," that's good.
But it didn't keep you from taking a little souvenir,
though, did it?
Found that in the bag on your bike.
We know you got it from Sonny Allen.
Is he one of your "collectors"?
- Never heard of him. - I think he's
more scared of Sonny than he is of you, sir.
Well, he should be scared of me.
I'm an LAPD commander
looking for the killer
of an LAPD cop.
And I can see to it that every body that drops
because of a gun you modified
comes right back to your feet.
I guess you'd better call my lawyer if any bodies turn up.
- Is that right? - The M.E. found
something quite interesting, actually,
on Officer Greene's body.
Tungsten residue.
Same stuff in the rounds Sonny stole,
the one we found on your bike.
You know what that means, don't you?
Sonny killed Officer Greene with a gun you modified.
At the very least, that makes you
an accessory to the murder of a cop.
And without Sonny,
the judge is gonna throw everything he can
at you, Mike.
I told him not to use those rounds
to take out the cop!
Look,
he just showed up at my house.
Sonny freakin' Allen.
He told me to modify five rifles
to fire tungsten-core black-tips.
I made him a test gun last week.
I delivered the rest this morning.
What does Sonny need the guns for?
He said he wants to restart his entire drug operation.
Told me Spine Cutters would be up and running by tomorrow.
Like he never left.
The market's been run by major new players in the decade
Sonny's been MIA.
How does he think he's pulling a comeback overnight?
I'm not sure,
but other players got product,
and he needs product,
and Sonny takes what he wants.
The Spine Cutters were one of the largest drug ops
in Southern California.
If Sonny's looking to regain that title,
he's gonna need a lot of drugs.
Yeah, and he won't just target one rival club.
He'll target all of them.
Long Beach is about to become a war zone. Hey.
I saw no mention of tungsten
in the M.E.'s report on Greene's body.
That's 'cause I made it up.
Come on, "Iron Mike"?
That guy wishes he was as hard as the criminals who hire him.
I could tell he needed just a little taste
of serious time to crack.
- That was a good read. - Yeah, well, I learned from the best.
Okay, thank you.
Oh, my God.
Sheila, are you okay? W-What happened?
I'm fine. I-I came back from lunch,
I found the door like this.
The police are on their way.
- Did they take anything? - No.
But...
Our cameras catch anything?
I checked, but they were blacked out with spray paint.
Nichelle, who was that creep from earlier?
An old coworker
who blames me for his life falling apart.
Thank God you weren't here, then.
Do you think, I mean...
Like, would he do something like this again?
What are you going to do?
I don't know.
GND identified six rival strongholds
that Sonny may be targeting.
Undercover intel confirms that each one
is fortified and may be housing narcotics.
But there's no way of knowing which one
the Spine Cutters will hit first.
If Sonny's planning a full-scale attack,
he'd need a base of operation of his own.
We might be able to help with that.
While doing a deep dive into Greene's phone,
we found a tracking app running in the background.
Turns out, it was installed the morning of his meeting with Sonny.
Whatever Greene was tracking,
he brought it down from L.A. to Long Beach that night.
It left the Spine Cutters' house right after SWAT's arrival,
traveled south, until finally landing in one location.
Hasn't moved since.
So you guys are thinking Greene bugged the ammo crates
he took from the evidence locker?
Well, if that's the case, he was probably planning
to drop the ammo, get his family to safety
and then send the police straight to Sonny.
Greene never stopped being a cop,
even with his back to the wall.
The tracker is pinging from this abandoned industrial complex.
It's got the seclusion to house his soldiers,
and the size to process the drugs he plans to steal.
I mean, this has to be Sonny's new base of operation.
Let's gear up and take this bastard down.
Hondo's already prepping both teams.
Sonny's reign of terror ends today.
All right, listen up. The name of the game is speed,
stealth and safety.
The Spine Cutters got enough armor-piercing rounds
to take out a small country.
We move fast, we move quiet,
we don't let them get a single shot off.
Because our vests and shields will not protect us if they do.
And if we do see a Spine Cutter with a modified rifle?
Then you take him down before he takes you down.
Now, we'll approach by foot to avoid detection.
30-Company from the east, us from the south.
Greene's tracker is still live.
- That's our target. - Hey, Street.
How's it feel to be rolling back with 20-Squad again?
Feels like home.
I just wish we were crashing something fun,
like a pizza party.
It's good to have you back, Street.
Powell, now.
Tan, you're up.
Two, one.
Move, move!
The hell is everyone?
Grissom,
take Gill and Post, clear the rest of the building.
Tan, Powell, cover them. Go.
Deacon.
This is Greene's tracker.
All the ammo crates are empty.
Black-tip rounds are gone.
Sonny's already on the way to whatever he needs them for.
That explains why there's no narcotics here.
Just empty stations to process them.
Found something.
All these paths end up in the same place.
Where the hell is...
25-David. We got a rabbit!
Single gunman, Spine Cutter colors.
31-Charlie. Suspect is armed with a modified rifle,
and is firing wild!
Cover!
28-David, suspect is down.
Everybody okay in here?
Jones? Hey!
Jones!
Carnegie, what are you doing? Call for a medical unit!
35-Charlie, we need an emergency medical evac.
Hey, it's okay. Stay with me, Jones.
Stay with me.
Jones!
Building's clear.
Sonny and his people must've left before we got here.
Sent Tan and Powell back to HQ with photos from the garage.
Maybe they can find where Sonny's headed.
How's Jones looking?
Round blew right through his vest.
Medics wouldn't say one way or another, but...
it can't be good.
And you?
How are you holding up?
Fine, I'm just feeling... everything.
I'm worried about Jones,
Sonny's still out there, and 30-Company...
Carnegie is seeing nothing but red right now.
He's ranting about knocking down
every biker's door in Long Beach
until someone points us to Sonny.
If he keeps that up, it'll tear apart the team.
They're all hurting, and vulnerable.
They need someone to pull them together right now.
Jones was that person to them.
Well, then you got to step up and do it for him.
I-I wouldn't even know what to say.
We teach you anything up in L.A.?
Leadership doesn't come to everybody, but it does to you.
We've seen it. Jones sees it.
The thing is,
Jones hated me when I was on his squad.
That was part of the reason I was so excited
to go back down, you know?
To show him how much I've changed.
Street, he knows.
And right now, he needs you to pick up his team.
Now, Deac and I are gonna head back to L.A.,
help track down Sonny.
You stay here, and you make Jones proud.
Fine. Sit around, holding hands, doing nothing.
I'll find the monster behind this on my own.
- Hey. - Hey! Get lost, Hollywood.
This is family business. Doesn't concern you.
Just leave me alone.
Look, you said this is family business, right?
- Jones is family to me. - You really think
you have any idea what we're going through right now?
Yeah, I do.
20-Squad lost an officer in the field.
Before that, I lost my brother on the job.
So I can tell you with certainty,
tearing through every biker bar in Long Beach
is not going to make that anger you're holding on to go away.
It's also not going to help us find Sonny Allen.
I don't even know what I'm so worked up about.
Jones is going to wash me out. You know that?
I do. But he doesn't have to.
Don't care either way.
You know I went through the foster system?
I moved around so much,
it got to the point where every time I went to a new home,
I just assumed it wasn't gonna last.
Made it easier when things didn't work out.
I think that you have found
a real family in 30-Company
where you actually fit in.
And you're trying so hard to sabotage it
'cause you think you're protecting yourself.
But you're not.
How'd you handle all that stuff?
Teammate, brother.
My team came through.
We rallied around each other.
And right now,
your squad is feeling just as frightened
and angry as you are.
And the only way that you're all gonna make it through...
is together.
Yeah.
Street. I think we know where Sonny's heading.
What'd you find?
We dug into the addresses on the map
from the Spine Cutter warehouse.
One of them caught our eye:
Miller's Crematorium.
What the hell's Sonny want with a crematorium?
Well, it turns out they burn more than just bodies there.
Miller has a contract with the city of L.A.
for the disintegration of illegal narcotics.
Once a year, all the seized drugs
from the LAPD's evidence locker
get sent to the furnace for safe disposal.
We're talking coke, meth, fentanyl, the whole alphabet.
Transported, of course, in an armored truck
protected by a Metro escort.
And let me guess, that day is today.
That's why Sonny needed the black-tip rounds.
He was never going to rob other bike clubs.
He's robbing the LAPD.
When's the truck scheduled to leave?
It's already left.
We'll radio the driver,
and I can turn Hondo and Deacon back your way,
but the truck's already crossed into Long Beach.
You're closest.
I'm here with 30-Company now.
All right, you're rolling with them.
I already cleared it with the Long Beach commander.
And Street?
End this.
Sonny's got a head start on us,
so when we land, our mission is containment.
Keep Sonny and that truck from going anywhere
until backup arrives.
We'll be under heavy fire,
so we need to minimize ourselves as targets,
but still move as a unit.
Otherwise, we'll be picked off one by one.
So stay together while being far apart?
- Sounds like a proverb. - It'll work.
Long as we have each other's backs,
and trust whoever calls the shots.
We're down Jones.
You guys don't have a second-in-command,
so who's stepping up?
Don't milk it, Hollywood.
You know there's only one person who we'd trust
to lead us through this.
- Let's do this for Jones! - That's right.
Grissom, Post, Gill, get to the hostages.
Carnegie and I will lay cover fire for you,
push 'em back. Don't stop moving,
- don't stop shooting. - About time.
Let's move!
Back to the truck. Let's go. Move!
Take cover behind the front of the truck.
- I'll draw their fire. - You'll be a sitting duck.
That's when you'll take the shot.
I trust you. You trust me.
That's the only way this works.
Yeah, that's right, there's not just one squad after you.
Deacon, move.
Out of the truck.
On your stomach.
Stay down.
He's all yours, Street.
On your stomach. Give me your hands now.
It took ten years,
but, Sonny Allen, you're under arrest.
Sonny'll be processed here
before being transferred to Long Beach.
He's gonna pay for every crime he ever committed
in both cities.
Hell of a day, huh?
Jumping on a runaway truck, not exactly squeaky clean.
Guess you still have a little Long Beach
in you after all, Hollywood.
You did good out there, Carnegie.
The first thing I'm telling Jones when I see him
is he needs to keep you on.
If you want that, that is.
I'm not going anywhere.
I don't think my team could take any more shakeups.
It's time I try putting down some roots.
Street.
I just got off the phone with Long Beach General.
Sergeant Jones did not survive surgery.
We locked horns,
but he never made it personal.
- He was a good man. - He was old-school.
One of the best.
How are you gonna break it to 30-Company, sir?
- Well, I'll just... - I will.
Should be me.
All right.
Unbelievable.
What are you doing at my house, Nichelle?
Waiting for you.
I didn't want your wife to hear what I have to say.
- Someone vandalized my center today. - So?
Wish I could say I was sorry to hear that.
I know it was you.
You got proof?
Didn't think so.
Now, get off my property before I call the cops.
The outside cameras were ruined, but after a break-in last year,
I've kept a private one running inside my office.
I'd argue it's an even better view of the crime.
Guess I had it coming, right?
Must be thrilled.
What happens now? You already send this to the police?
No. You really got to me today, Bruce.
Not because you tried to manipulate me,
but because, for a very brief moment,
you made me feel like I was someone
who didn't believe in second chances,
and that is something I have dedicated
my whole life to offering.
So, let me be clear,
this is your second chance.
I will not show this video to my husband,
but you will never contact me again.
You will stay away from me,
and you will stay away from my center.
Do you understand?
Yes.
Bruce, I truly hope that you
land on your feet one day.
No one should be defined by one bad decision
if they're willing to learn from it and change.
- Hey. - Hey.
What are you still doing hanging around?
You know, just haunting the halls,
thinking about things.
You fired me right here, remember?
That was a long time ago, Street.
Yeah, it felt like the worst day of my life at the time,
and I had some bad days before that
and worse to come.
I really am sorry about Jones.
He was proud of you, Street.
Told me himself this morning.
I know it doesn't make his loss any easier, though.
Thanks.
Watching you pick up his team up today,
hold off Sonny on your own,
I'm proud of you, too.
I never thought of myself as someone
who could call the shots like that, you know?
You've always understood family, Street.
You grew up having to make your own,
so you know the power in it.
Even when you were running off, ignoring my orders,
you only did it because you wanted to help your mom
or brother or Chris.
After today,
they feel like family, too.
30-Company, I mean.
I'm worried about them.
You taught me
to be a SWAT officer,
and then you taught me to be a leader.
Right now, they need a leader.
You're gonna be staying down in Long Beach for good,
aren't you?
Yeah, I'm taking the open slot on 30-Company.
I owe you,
this team,
everything.
It saved me.
I'm not sure I-I know how to
leave it behind.
Teams come and go, kid.
They're never perfect forever.
But when 20-Squad was perfect,
it was perfect.
I know that's right.
Wow.
I never thought the screwup I had to fire
would be the one I'd have the hardest time saying goodbye to.
Will you do me a favor?
Can you just
let the team know for me?
I really, I-I-I don't think I can do
a whole farewell thing.
Can you do that?
As long as you promise me
you'll give 'em hell down in Long Beach.
You show 'em what SWAT's really about.
It's about kicking ass, right?
Where you going with all your stuff?
Saw you packing up your locker,
talking to Hondo,
and we all know what you and the Long Beach squad
went through together.
It's okay. SWAT officers don't say goodbye.
Bad luck.
Yeah, I, um...
I figured I'd just bow out of here,
finally give you a chance to shine.
Please. You're only leaving
'cause you'll never get promoted over me.
When I first came here,
you and I,
we were the team babies.
We could've turned on each other,
fought for Hondo's attention,
but, instead, you became my best friend.
Nothing's ever gonna change that.
We made each other better.
Yeah.
I'm gonna miss you, man.
And, hey, I mean, I still live in L.A.
It's not like we're not gonna see each other all the time.
This isn't goodbye.
How's this?
Chris and I will have you over in a few weeks
for the engagement party.
Just don't say anything yet.
Especially to Chris.