06x13 - Lion's Share

[bunniefuu]

Previously on SWAT

Pablo Fuentes.



- (g*nsh*t)



- HICKS: Pablo and Ricardo Fuentes,

father and son, been in a messy

eminent domain battle.

SHERIFF: The city's been forcibly

buying up all the properties

in the area.

They want to build a concert venue.

He's not waking up.

HICKS: Let me come in.

I'll take his place and you

let me get him to a hospital.

Your next priority

is to get that baby out.

Once we do that, you make entry

and put an end to this thing.

What's the safe word?



(GRUNTING)

July.

You said nobody would get hurt!

Miguel, don't, I thought

we were doing the right thing.

Look what it cost us.

HONDO: If they had just

let go of the house,

they could've kept on as a family.

Sometimes when the past

grabs ahold of you

it just doesn't let go.

♪

FLANAGAN: Now, it took a few years

and a lot of red tape, but

L.A.'s newest concert venue,

the Crescenta Amphitheatre,

is finally under construction.

(APPLAUSE)



- Congratulations.



- Thank you so much.



- (APPLAUSE)



- (ENGINE REVVING)

(a*t*matic g*nf*re)

(SCREAMING) (g*nf*re)

There'll be no construction today!

You're all trespassing on stolen land!

Get on the ground!

(g*nf*re)



- (SCREAMING)



- GUNMAN: Don't move!

See what happens if you try to run?



Nobody's going anywhere.

On your knees, now!

Throw me your phones!

Come on. Throw them.

♪

You. Pick up your camera.

I've got something to say.

There are consequences

for building on land

that was taken from its owners

against their will.

FLANAGAN: No. No, no. Nothing was taken.

All the landowners

were fairly compensated.

Fairly compensated?

!

(SCREAMING)

There was nothing fair about it!

More than 50 families

forced out of their own homes.

And you think calling it "eminent

domain" somehow cleanses you?



It was illegal seizure!

Common theft!

And we won't stand for it!

♪

Dispatch, this is 2

-7 Patrol responding.

We have armed intruders at

the Crescenta Amphitheatre site.

I see hostages, at least two gunmen

DISPATCHER: 2

-7 Patrol, come in.

Security guard radio'd in.

Cops'll be coming soon.

What are we gonna do?



MIGUEL: We're not leaving

until we shut this place down,

just like we planned.

(ENGINE STARTS)

♪

What's going on, Cabrera?



A little tired?



Didn't get much sleep, huh?



Oh, that's right.

Had the big date last night.

This one a keeper?



Guess not.

TAN: Couldn't've been worse

than the last guy. Come on.

The one who forgot to mention

he was on house arrest?



STREET: Or what about the

one that ate all the toppings

off your pizza then

left you with the check.

Let's just say, I'm fast

turning into a cynic

when it comes to love.

Lucky for me I'm married,

don't have to deal

with the dating world.

What I hear from you and Luca,

it sounds like the Wild West out there.

Hey.

Sure you'll find "the one," though.

Just got to keep swiping right.

Come on. Couldn't have been that bad.

I'm sure my date would say it was.

I couldn't focus on him,

I was too distracted the whole time.

What do you mean?

Why?



Tan's wife was at the restaurant.

With a guy who definitely wasn't Tan.

She's a sports agent.

She has to wine and dine

clients all the time.

Do you play footsie under

the table with clients?



Or make out with them

at the valet stand?



They were all over each other, Street.

And y

-you're positive

that it was Bonnie?



I've never met her in person,

but Tan's forever posting her

picture on his social media.

It was definitely her.

So, what do I do?



If I don't tell him,

I'm keeping a secret from my teammate.

We're keeping a secret.

(PHONES BEEPING)

A hostage situation. We got to roll.

♪

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

They're coming. Cops are here.

We need to buy a little more time.

Let's go.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(g*nf*re)



- (GLASS SHATTERING)



- (GRUNTING)

Hey, they're taking fire!

Patrol, get out of there. Back out!

♪

(g*nf*re CONTINUES)

Damn it!

The entrance is blocked!

(SIRENS WAILING)

Incoming!

(GLASS SHATTERS)

We got no eyes here, boss.

The two gunmen are retreating.

I can't see beyond the containers

to know what's going on, though.

HONDO: Street, get the drone in the air.

They've got hostages.

We need to know what we're

dealing with in there.

(WHIRRING)

Luca, can you get us in there?



LUCA: Hell yeah.

Betty's pushed through worse.

All right, do it now.

♪

Looks like they've circled

the shipping containers.

Fortified their position.

CABRERA: Security who called it in.

They sh*t the poor guy.

20

-David to Command,

one casualty on

-site.

Roll an R/A on our call.

♪

This is Sergeant Harrelson, LAPD SWAT!

We know you've got hostages in there.

Let's talk about what you

need so we can end all this.

Nothing you can give us!

HONDO: Don't be so sure.

No need for more people to get hurt.

Talk to me!

What are they doing in there?



Street. Anything?



STREET: Just a few more seconds.

They've got a drone.

We're running out of time.

Come on, man, hurry up!

You're not gonna get away with this.



- You know that, right?





- FLANAGAN: Come on!

This is stupid. You can't stop progress.

(GRUNTS)

STREET: Hondo, they've got expl*sives.

At least three hostages wired to blow.

We can't wait. We got to move.

20

-David to Command.

expl*sives on

-site.

We need a b*mb unit

at our location ASAP.

MAN: There, I got it. We're good.

All right. Set the timer.

(BEEPS) Let's go.

Let's go! Come on, come on!

Go!

♪

HONDO: D

-Team, fall in on me.

♪

I've got eyes on the hostages.

They're strapped with expl*sives.



- I don't see any gunmen.



- TAN: Over there.

On an ATV.

(ENGINE REVVING)

Hondo, we go in pursuit?



No, we can't. We got to

free these hostages.

Street, Cabrera, get those other

people out of here.

Luca, Tan,

you're with me on these three. Move in.

All right, everybody, out this way.



- Out this way!



- LUCA: Got to hurry.

30 seconds on the timer, boss.



- Come on!



- Get up!

Go, go, go.

(CLAMORING, SHOUTING)

TAN: All right, he's alive,

but unresponsive.

HONDO: I don't see any tripwires.

I think we're clear to cut him free,

and get him out of here.



- You're good.



- Go, go, go.

Come on, you're free. Let's go.

Come on, we got to go.

Hondo!

Don't wait on me! I got this guy!

Hey.

Hey. Grab me. Grab ahold of me.

Come on, come on.

♪

He's not gonna make it.

Hondo, come on! Get down!

Mouth open, cover your ears!

(BEEPS)

(HIGH

-PITCHED RINGING)

♪

Hondo, Luca, I want a debrief now,



- before you hit the showers.



- Yes, sir.

But can I ask, what're

you still doing here?



I thought you were on

that bridge standoff

with 40

-Squad all night.

I was. I was already

home when I got the alert

about the Crescenta Amphitheatre.

Given our history with

the site, I came back.

Our history, sir?



Yeah, you didn't recognize it?



Well, I'm sure it looks different now.

Three years ago, all of us were there.

The Fuentes home. That barricade

where you were held hostage.

Their house was one of the homes razed

to make room for construction.

Yeah, anyone get close

enough to ID the gunmen?



They were all masked up,

but one of the hostages

got everything on camera.

We had him upload it to our site.

All right, good.

More than 50 families forced

out of their own homes.

And you think calling it

"eminent domain"

somehow cleanses you?



It was illegal seizure!

Common theft!

And we won't stand for it!

Freeze it.

I know that voice. Those eyes.

That's Miguel Fuentes.

What the hell is he caught up in?



These guys were out to make a point.

And whatever it is, it ain't over.

Yeah, well, Miguel didn't

just lose his home that day,

he watched his father die

at the hands of SWAT.

We need to find him

and put an end to this.

All right, I'll put out a BOLO,

get his photo to every

unit, every agency.

Look, he can't hide.

Someone'll find him.

That's not good enough.

This started with SWA

and it's got to be SWA

that brings him in. You understand me?



Yes, sir.

Fill me in on the last three

years of Miguel Fuentes' life.

Well, from what I can tell,

he's spent most of it behind bars.

He did a stint in juvie after

the barricade three years ago,

then an arrest for arson,

then he spent some time in Twin Towers

for an as*ault when he turned 18.

He's been off the grid ever since.

All right, we need to ID

the others in his crew,

find out where they might hide,

and if they'll strike again.

Okay, Street and Cabrera are

working on that as we speak.

Sir, when you were

inside the Fuentes home,

did you talk with Miguel?



Just enough to think

he'd go down a better path,

but obviously I was wrong.

You know, I made a connection

with Miguel's grandfather

Pablo that day.

Maybe if I reach out to him,

he might know who his grandson

has been palling around

with. Might bear a lead.

I'm going to call Cali Correctional

Actually, sir, it's too late.

Pablo Fuentes passed

away in prison last month.

It's probably why the developers

were finally able to break ground.

He was still fighting a

legal battle against the city.

He d*ed, the battle d*ed with him.

Well, I guess that explains

why this is all happening now.

They must've pushed

Miguel over the edge.

Commander, look,

you've been on the clock

for what, 24 hours now?



Why don't you head home?



We'll call you if something breaks.

What about Miguel's

mother, Lupe Fuentes?



I saved her life that day,

I helped her and her baby escape.

Maybe she could help us.

Why don't you and Hondo

pick her up and bring her in?



Yes, sir. And what about you?



I've got coffee. Don't worry

about me. Go, get moving.

STREET: I looked at all of

Miguel's former cellmates.

None of them popped

as possible accomplices.

Either they're still locked up,

or they alibi out.

Yeah, I'm not having any luck

with Miguel's financials either.

I guess I should've seen that coming,

given he has no employment

records or bank statements.

Yeah. What're you working on?



Miguel's social media.

You might not be having any

luck tracking him physically,

but I got him virtually.

He can't help but keep

an online persona going,

even if he's trying to

hide his real identity.

We already knew he was

passionate about the cause.

How's this get us to

the rest of the crew?



I'm running a search

through all his photos,

filtering for specific physical markers

that the witnesses

reported this morning.

Particular scars, tattoos, pink hair

Found this.

That's got to be her. Who is she?



I don't know yet.

It's gonna take some digging.

But if I can find her

in a photo that links

to both their accounts,

we might just have her.

Got to let the search do its thing

Sorry to interrupt.

I know you guys are having a crazy day.

It's all over the news.

Hey, Jim. How are you?





- Nice to see you, Bonnie.



- You, too.



- Hey, what are you doing?





- Hi.

I just need to swap cars with you, babe.

I've got a presentation for the

L.A. Galaxy this afternoon.

Yeah, of course.

I

-I wouldn't have taken yours,

but I thought you weren't

getting back until later.

Yeah, well, I wrapped

everything up in Atlanta,

decided to grab an earlier

flight this morning.

Hey, you haven't met

Cabrera yet. Come on.

Cabrera, this is my wife Bonnie.

Bonnie, this is Cabrera.

Alexis. Nice to finally meet you.

Hey, did I, uh, did I hear you

say you just flew in?



Yeah, just in time for a big meeting.

And then another

flight out tomorrow morning.

Bonnie's become one of her

firm's top sports agents.

Keeps her pretty busy.

I'm sure it does.

Look, I don't want to keep you guys.

Uh, your keys are in my locker.



- I'll grab them and walk you out.



- Okay.

Bye, Jim. Nice meeting you, Alexis. Bye.

Are you absolutely positive



- that it was Bonnie you saw last night?





- Yes.

100%. It was her.

Tan needs to know the truth.

Well, knowing how much he loves her,

not sure I want to be the one

to blow up his marriage.

How about you?



(KNOCKING)

Yeah.

I heard a rumor you were out

with 40

-Squad all night.

I didn't expect to find you here.

I got a lot going on, Doc.

I thought that we agreed

that you were going to

take better care of yourself,

find a way to separate from the job,

so that at least it could afford you

some time to get some rest.

Well, in a perfect world, sure.

But 40

-Squad had a situation.

I needed to be there.

And now we got another situation.

If by situation,

you mean Miguel Fuentes?



That's right.

How many times in the past

three years have I tried

to get you to talk about that day?



And every time, you seem to avoid it.



- Because there's nothing to talk about.



- Come on, Robert.

That must've been

a traumatic experience for you.

You were held prisoner.

A man was k*lled.

And now Miguel is caught up

in this mess today?



It's got to bring up

some tough memories.

It has to be personal.

A family was destroyed and I

was right in the middle of it.

So, yeah, of course it's personal.

Do you feel that you are responsible

for Miguel being in trouble?



(STAMMERS)

We'll never know what Miguel

could've or might've done with his life

if that day had gone differently.



- (PHONE BUZZING)



- Is that a yes or a no?



I'm afraid our time's up.

Miguel's mother's here, I need

to have a word with her.

You're avoiding the topic again.

Well, I got a lot going on.

It's not the right day

for a head

-shrink.

Well, if you reconsider,

I'll be in my office.

Well, with any luck, I won't be.

Mrs. Fuentes.

Thank you for coming down here.

Come on.

Like I had a choice.

I hope your daughter's doing well.

She's got to be, what,

four years old now?



My daughter's fine.

But this obviously isn't about her.

It's about Miguel, so

Look, we need your help to find him

before he gets into any more trouble.

After what you did three years ago,

now you expect my cooperation?



LUCA: Commander

Hicks helped you that day.

I mean, he got you

and your baby out safely.

Only so that his men

could att*ck the house

and k*ll my husband.

Mrs. Fuentes, I feel bad

about what happened that day,

but a deputy had been sh*t.

And I did what I had to do

to save that man's life.

At what cost?



Have you ever thought about

how that day destroyed our lives?



Yes.

And that was a horrible day.

You lost your husband, your home

I lost everything.

I was a happy wife and mother,

surrounded by family

in the home I loved.

Now, I'm a widow,

raising my daughter alone

in a one

-bedroom apartment

that I can barely afford,

all our money spent on

funerals and lawyers.

How is that fair?



It's not. I'm, uh

I'm truly sorry for what you lost.

Mrs. Fuentes.

We really need to find Miguel.

Do you have any idea where he might be?



Miguel and I

He carries so much rage,

I finally had to ask him

to stay away from us,

for my daughter's sake.

When did you speak to him last?



About a month ago.

He came by just to tell me

his grandfather had d*ed.

He was with three others this morning.

Do you have any idea who they might be?



If I were to guess,

maybe other kids from

our old neighborhood.

Lot of families lost their homes.

Let's pull up a roster of

everyone who lived in that area

before the neighborhood was razed.

Thank you, Mrs. Fuentes.

Commander?



I understand that what

Miguel did is wrong,

and that he has to be stopped.

But I already buried my husband.

Please don't make me bury my son, too.

Heard we got a positive ID

on one of Miguel's crew.

Yes, sir. Just landed it.

Her name's Roxana Pineda.

We're pretty sure she's

Miguel's girlfriend,

but definitely not from

the same neighborhood.

Private schools in Brentwood.

Dropped out of Princeton.

Poor little rich girl.

Don't know if it's daddy issues or what,

but anti

-establishment

seems to be her thing.

She's got a number of arrests,

most of them misdemeanor vandalism

and trespassing,

all of them tied to protests.

Well, she's gone way

beyond protests this time.

We have an address?



CABRERA: None.

Unless an apartment in Paris counts.

We do have financials, though.

Our warrant gives us

pretty broad access.

We're following credit

cards, bank statements

and cash apps, anything

registered in her name.

Anything on the other two members of

his crew?



CABRERA: Still working on it.

We're hoping links to Roxana

and Miguel give them up.

All right, Luca's

putting together a list

of all the families that lost homes

to make way for the

Crescenta Amphitheatre.

You make sure you

cross

-reference with those.

Hold on. Just got a hit

from a ChargePoint.

Roxana just plugged her electric car

into a charging station in Encino.



- You want us to roll out?





- 80

-Squad's already in the area.

Get them on it. I want

this crew in custody now.

TAN: Commander, 80

-Squad grabbed

the girl. What about the others?



Well, she was alone.

But while her car was charging,

she went to the bank across the street,

withdrew $10,000 in cash.

TAN: Risked identifying herself

for a full battery and ten G's.

LUCA: Doesn't seem worth it.

But then again, she's not

exactly driven by logic.

Well, it doesn't matter.

It's over for her.

No. It's not even close to over.

♪

HONDO: Congratulations, Roxana.

You've done it.

You want to be a rebel, a disrupter.

Showing up to every

protest and attaching

yourself to every cause.

You know, a little rich girl like you,

I would've labeled you a poser. But no.

You're all in on this one.

Commission of a m*rder

during an act of terror.

Okay?

That's almost certain

life. Hope it was worth it.

Would've been more worth it

if this morning went as planned.

But there'll be more. You'll see.

Are you really okay

with spending the rest

of your life in prison

for Miguel's cause?



Someone has to fight

for the innocent people

whose lives are destroyed in

the name of so

-called progress.

What about the innocent people

that you tried to blow up this morning?



Those developers aren't innocent.

Gentrification is just

genocide in slow motion.

(SCOFFS) All right.

Your father earned

his fortune in real estate.

You grew up in Brentwood.

You really gonna try

to pretend that this

is about anything more

than getting back at Daddy?



I don't speak to my father anymore.

I don't want anything from him.

Except for the $10,000 that you withdrew

from an account that he funds.

My mother is Chicana. I am Chicana.

And I hold my head up knowing

at least I stand for something.

(SCOFFS)

What about you?



You protect and serve your oppressors.

What do you stand for?



Look, the only chance that you

have of ever walking free again

is if you help us find

the rest of your crew.

Okay?

We can tell the

D.A. you cooperated,

maybe get your sentenced reduced.

You really don't get it, do you?



I would never betray

my brothers

-in

-arms.

Well, thanks to you,

we already know who they are.

We found their fingerprints in your car.

Ivan Rojas,

Nestor Garcia and your

boyfriend, Miguel Fuentes.

Roxana, you don't owe them anything.

And I'm guessing you were

already planning to cut and run, right?



Just take your daddy's cash

and go find some other cause

to add to your wokeness r sum.

You're wrong again.

I would never go

anywhere without Miguel.

That money was for the two of us

so we can leave when this is over.

Well, I got bad news.

It's already over for you.

And it will be for them

too, soon enough.

You'll never stop our plan!

The thieves who have fleeced our

people of their land for generations,

they will pay.

The girl gave up nothing,

except to say Miguel and

his crew aren't done yet.

So we need to find them

before they att*ck again.

What do we know about these two?



STREET: Well,

Ivan Rojas is Miguel's cousin.

Lived in the same neighborhood

as the Fuentes family.

Dad d*ed young. Single mom

took an early eminent domain payout

and moved the family to East L.A.

Car repo. Apartment eviction.

Looks like they've been

struggling ever since.

Ivan's racked up a jacket

for aggravated as*ault

and grand larceny.

He's been in and out of jail

on some pretty serious charges.

He's out on parole.

All right, let's reach out to

his mom and his parole officer.

See if they can give us any insight

on his whereabouts or patterns.

What about the other guy?



Nestor Garcia.

Childhood friends with Miguel.

Same neighborhood. Similar story.

Got evicted around the same

time, three years ago.

He's a few years older than Miguel.

After high school, he joined the Army.

Worked b*mb disposal unit

until he was dishonorably discharged

for assaulting his C.O.

Since then, one count of theft,

another for destroying public property,

and so on.

So they each lost their home to

make way for the amphitheater.

So they got an axe to grind.

We need to figure out who

with and that can tell us



- where they're headed next.



- We sent protective details

to the land developers' office

and notified the sheriff's deputies

who enforced the evictions

to be on alert.

As for where Miguel and his crew

are going next, we're working it, sir.

We need to work it harder.

There's too much at stake here.

I need these guys found yesterday.

Yes, sir.

Ah, I see you're still here, Commander.

Yeah, I still got a lot going on, Doc.

Can you get a five

-minute break?



Because I have an espresso

machine in my office.

And I can make you a latte.

Yeah, I'm not falling for that.

I'm all right, thanks.

You know, you're not responsible for

how Miguel Fuentes turned out.

You know that, right?



(SIGHS)

You know

99 days out of 100,

I go home knowing that I made

a difference in this city.

But that day, three years ago?



There was no winning that day.

Even though I didn't pull the trigger,

I gave the order to put down

Miguel's father

right in front of him.

So (CHUCKLES)

if I'm not responsible, then who is?



Why do you get all the blame?



Surely Ricardo Fuentes,

the man who sh*t a sheriff's deputy

and held you at gunpoint,

he bears some responsibility

for what happened.

Good or bad, we live with our calls.

That's the burden we bear as cops.

Look, I

I own my part of what happened that day.

It's It's just what happened

afterward that I question.



- What do you mean?





- Well, I keep asking myself:

does any of this happen if

I would've checked on Miguel

after that day?



If I would've made more of an

effort to see how he was doing?



Robert, there is no way to know

if Miguel would've been better off

if you had done anything differently.

(SIGHS)

I saw that boy lose his father.

That sort of trauma, sadly,

I've witnessed too many times.

Certainly enough that I should've known

where this was going.

Maybe I could've helped him through it.

Well at least I could've tried.

Robert, um, come on,

let's go sit for a moment.



- Come on. We can talk.



- No.

This was good.

Thanks, Doc.

Oh, damn it.

I thought I had an angle on Nestor,

but his financials are a dead end.

Patrol checked his last known address.

New tenants said he got

evicted a couple months back.

You having any better luck with Ivan?



Nothing. Even his mother hasn't

seen him in over a month.

It's like these guys, all being

uprooted three years ago

They just never really landed again.



- Yeah.



- Hey, good news.

We got expedited warrants

for the entire crew's mobile carriers.

Phone data should be

coming through soon.

I'll keep you posted.

We have to.

Yeah. Actually, Tan, uh, hold up a sec.

There's, uh

There's something we got to tell you.

What's up?



You the one who's been stealing

my protein drinks from the fridge?



No.

Tan, last night, I was

at Del Fresco's for dinner,

and I saw Bonnie.

Bonnie was in Atlanta.

Must've been someone who

looked just like her.

It was Bonnie.

And she was there with a guy.

Seemed like they were on a date.

You messing with me?



He put you up to this?





- Because it's not very funny.



- STREET: It's not a joke.

Dude, we are so sorry.

We just figured you'd want to know.

That you think my wife

is cheating on me?



Like I said, we're sorry.

If you don't believe me, ask her.

Ask Bonnie where she was last night.

I will. And she'll tell me that

she was in Atlanta, on business.

Okay, then she'd be lying.

Tan, we're just trying

to look out for you.

I know it's complicated.

What?

You get with Chris,

all of a sudden you're

a relationship expert?



And you, Cabrera.

Why don't you figure out

your own disaster

of a love life before you

start interfering in mine.

Tan

Roxana's phone.

Sir, are you sure this is a good idea?



Miguel's got to be

wondering where Roxana is.

He might figure she's

been scooped up by now.

And maybe he won't pick up,

but it's worth a try.

We need to know where these guys are.

Now, is Cabrera ready to

triangulate his location?



She is. But all due respect,

Commander, I think you're

too close to this one.

July.

That was the safe word

I used to take the k*ll sh*t

that set this whole thing in motion.

So, you're damn right

I'm too close to this one.

That's why I have to make this call.

(PHONE RINGING)

Roxy, where you been?



We're almost ready.

Roxana?



Miguel.

This is Commander

Robert Hicks, LAPD SWAT.

Do you remember me?



Yeah. How can I forget?



What do you want, Commander?



HICKS: Well, I was hoping we could talk.

Yeah, like you talked to my dad?



I don't think so.

I don't want anyone else

to get hurt, Miguel,

and that includes you.

Now, you weren't responsible

for any of what happened

three years ago.

But this, what you're doing now?



It's wrong. And it's got to stop.

Nah. There's no stopping it.

HICKS: I'm trying to

help you here, Miguel.

No. I ain't the same kid

I was back then, okay?



You can't trick me again.

All right, okay.

Okay, all right. Fine.

Then here it is, man to man.

Nothing you do can bring back

what you lost three years ago.

But you still have a little sister

and a mother who love you.

Turn yourself in.

Stop this now,

before you lose them, too.

You're right.

I can never change

what happened to my family.

But I can make the people

who ruined our lives

pay for what they did.

I lost him.

Hey! Hurry up!

Cabrera, tell me you got him.

Call pinged off a cell

tower in Hollywood.

Didn't last long enough

to pin an exact spot.

LUCA: Intel just came in from

Ivan Rojas's mobile carrier.

Got all of his metadata,

including location history.

This guy gets around.

But there are a couple

areas he kept going back to

over the last two weeks, spending time,

including the Crescenta

Amphitheatre construction site.

So you're thinking these are

locations he was casing.

Anything up around Hollywood?



Just one. Up off Laurel Canyon.

Get me property details on

homes near that location.

Wait a minute.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. That one.

Chip Jenkins. He's a city councilman.

I was reading up on

the Fuentes case earlier.

Jenkins was there

talking down protesters

at the Fuentes standoff three years ago.

It goes deeper than that.

Jenkins is the one who

proposed the eminent domain plan

to clear out the residents,

and build a concert venue.

He signed off on the whole thing.

He's got to be their next target.

All right, get over there now.

I'll call ahead.

(DIALING)

♪

Madeline, we don't have

money in the budget

for road improvements

in your district. We could



- (BUZZING)



- issue a series of obligation bonds,

uh, in the interim

Hey, get out! What are you guys doing?

!

What do you want?



What do you want from me?



Shut up!

I

-I have money.

Shut your mouth!

(TIRES SCREECH)

♪

Could be the ride Miguel

and his crew took.

And it looks like Jenkins is home.

We got to get inside.

Let's go.

Just tell me what you want.

I can help you.

I've got like 20 grand

in my safe, plus watches.

The combination is, is 4412.

In the bedroom.

You can take 'em, take 'em and go.

Oh, we'll take 'em.

But there's no buying your

way out of this one.

Not after you stole our land

and destroyed our families.

Wait, you guys are the

ones that k*lled the guard

at the construction site this morning.

Construction site?



Hey, that was our neighborhood.

We lost everything

because of you. Everything!

Now it's time you feel that same pain.

Look, I'm sorry.

I was just doing my job.

Everything I did was legal.

(SCREAMS)

Just 'cause it's legal

doesn't make it right.

To the safe, man. Go.

You all smelling that?



It's gasoline.

They must be dousing the place.

The Fuentes standoff ended with

the house on fire, didn't it?



They're gonna do the same to

this place, with Jenkins inside.

Tan, Stevens, take the three side,

cover the back for egress.

We got no time to negotiate.

Got to get in there.

Get the door

-cr*cker.



- (BEEPS)



- (LOCK SNAPS)

Covert entry.

Shallow to deep, on me.

We got you covered, Luca.

Three. Two. One. Breach.

Please don't.

Please don't. Please

You're right!

Okay?

I screwed your neighborhood over!

I'm sorry, but please don't do this!

I can fix this if you let me go!

It's too late for apologies.

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)

(WHISTLES)

(GRUNTS)

Ivan?



(GROANING)

Ivan?



(IVAN GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

Over, on your side.

Give me your hand.

Give me your other hand.

LAPD! Hands in the air!

Bathroom only, clear.

CABRERA: Master bedroom, clear.

25

-David. One suspect down

on the three side.

It's Nestor Garcia.

Okay, I got Ivan Rojas here with me.

STREET: 26

-David. House is clear.

We checked everywhere.

Tan, Stevens, any sign of Miguel?



STEVENS: Negative on the perimeter.

He's not here.

CABRERA: Maybe he never was.

Where's Miguel?



Hey! Where's Miguel?



22

-David to Command.

One suspect down,

one suspect in custody.

Councilman Jenkins is safe.

Show us Code 4.

Any sign of him?



No. Looks like Miguel's gone to ground.

His mother Lupe received a text

from a burner phone

about a half an hour ago.

HICKS: "Leaving town.

This is all for our family.

I hope you understand."

LUCA: Yeah, burner last

pinged towers around Torrance

and then it went dead.

Could be fleeing to a distant hideout.

Even south to the border.

I guess it's easy to have ideals

when you're willing to let your

comrades take the fall for you.

Well, a BOLO's out on Miguel.

We're all hands on the manhunt.

And U.S. Customs has been notified

in case he tries to cross into Mexico.

HICKS: All right.

Commander.

You've been working for

almost 36 hours straight.

I know you want to see this one through,

but we can take it from here.

I was just hoping we could

wrap this one up today.

You know, get some closure.

We saved lives today, Commander.

Miguel will turn up eventually.

And when he does, I'm your first call.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(HICKS SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(PHONE BUZZING)

Mm.

You got something?



HONDO: No, sir. Just calling to

let you know that we tagged out

with 50

-Squad. They're

gonna take it from here

until 20

-Squad's back on duty tomorrow.

Daniel

I know we haven't talked

since last July,

but I'm gonna have to call you back.

Daniel?



July.

(SIREN WAILING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

This is 20

-David to Dispatch.

I'm responding to a home invasion.

The hostage is Commander Robert Hicks.

Send backup now.

You didn't think I'd leave

without finishing the job, did you?



All day people have been

trying to convince me

that none of this was my fault.

I guess you and I are the

only ones on the same page.

Hey, man, don't flatter yourself.

You're just part of a bigger problem.

There's no cameras here, Miguel.

There's no

There's no audience to preach to.

Just you and me.

So let me do the one thing

that I should've done three years ago.

And what's that?



Apologize to you.

I'm sorry, kid.

I'm sorry for what happened

to your family's land.

I'm sorry for the v*olence

that you witnessed that day.

I'm sorry that no one

was there for you after.

Especially me.

No!

I don't want your damn apologies!

I want my family back!

(SOBBING)

(BIG BAND MUSIC PLAYING)

It's gonna take a lot more

than that, old man!

You can't hide forever!

♪

(g*nf*re)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

No!

LAPD!

Commander! Call out!

Out here!



- No.



- Give it up, Miguel. It's over.

I lost everything!

Not everything. Not yet, son.

I got him, Commander.

On your stomach, hands behind your head.

Put 'em behind your head, come on.



- No.



- Come on, come on.

All right. All right.

Take him.

OFFICER: Stand up.

Sweep the rest of the house.

HICKS: There's no one else. It's clear.

(SIGHS)

Looks like you still got it, Commander.

(CHUCKLES)

(DEEP EXHALE)

♪

Hey.

CABRERA: I thought you left a while ago.

You want to get in on this?



Assuming, of course, you throw

your punches at the pads

and not at us.

I think I'm afraid to go home.

Truth is, uh

something's been off between

Bonnie and me for a while.

I've been ignoring it,

pretending everything's okay.

That's why I snapped

at you guys earlier.

You didn't deserve that.

No, man, we understand.

We're just

We're sorry.

If I ask Bonnie where she

was last night, either



- she lies or



- Or

the truth is even worse.

It feels like I lose either way.

But, uh

I guess there's no putting it off.

We're here for you.



- Whatever happens.



- Yeah.

Thanks.

(RINGING)

This is Dr. Hughes.

HICKS: Oh, hey, Doc.

Oh, hi, Commander.

I didn't think you'd still be there.

I figured I'd be leaving a message.

WENDY: I got a lot going on, Commander.

Hmm.

Well, I just wanted to call to tell you

that the Miguel Fuentes

situation has been resolved.

Yeah?



You want to talk about it?



(CHUCKLES)

Uh, well

I mean, Molly's on her way over

to check on me and

I got a little time

before she gets here, so, yeah.

Sure. Why not?



(DOOR OPENS)

BONNIE: Hey.

There you are.

I got you chicken vindaloo, extra spicy,

and a side of naan.

Want me to warm it up?



What's wrong?

Did you already eat?



Where were you last night?



Why?



Were you in Atlanta?



Or were you here in L.A.?



Victor, I don't understand.

Be straight with me, Bonnie.

You owe me that much.

Where were you?



I was here, in L.A.

Who were you with?



Does he have a name?



How long has it been going on?



Victor

How long?



Six months.

(SCOFFS)

Who is he?



Do I know him?



No. I met him through work.

You in love with him?



No. I don't

(SIGHS) I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to

Were you ever gonna tell me?



I was waiting for the right time.

We've been growing apart.

Living in

-in different cities.

You're so busy with SWAT all the time

No, do

-do not make this

about me or my job.

I've shown up for you.

I've been there for you,

every step of the way.

I've supported you in your career.

And you pay me back

by

-by cheating on me?



Making me look like a fool?



You do not get to blame me.

Or make me into the bad guy.

I'm sorry.

Get out. Just get the hell out.

Where am I supposed to go?

I don't care. Just leave.

Better yet, go to him.

(DRAWER OPENS)

- (KEYS JINGLING)

- (DRAWER CLOSES)

- Victor

- Bonnie.

Get out now.