08x03 - Life

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Previously on SWAT...

HICKS: How'd Gamble do out there?

DEACON: She's good.
Quick on her feet. She seems sharp.

Commander, are you gonna blame
her for what her father did?

I don't blame her, Hondo,
but she brings a lot of baggage.

Her dad k*lled one of our own.

We never forget
and we never forgive.

HONDO: You mess with Gamble,
you mess with 20-Squad.

That means you mess with me.

HICKS: Two dead sheriff deputies,
several wounded.

The most dangerous is Jesse Ramirez,

aka Cuchillo.

HICKS: Cuchillo's about to
be sentenced to life for m*rder,

sexual as*ault of underage girls,
and extortion.

Any day now, Hondo.

HONDO: I'm here!

Okay, folks, today we've got

eggs Benedict with

Canadian bacon and

hollandaise sauce.

That ain't hollandaise.

- It's cream of wheat.
- Aw, it was a joke.

Trying to give people
a little joy to start their day,

- you know what I mean?
- I want my eggs Benedict.

- [WEAK CHUCKLE]
- You think this is IHOP, bro?

I'm not moving till I
get my eggs Benedict.

Move it along.

[INMATES SHOUTING]

Whoa, whoa!

- Aah!
- Code red! Officer down in the canteen!

[GRUNTING]

Whoa.

[GRUNTS]

Oh, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa, ch-chill, man, chill.
You want hollandaise,

I'll make you hollandaise, no problem.

Code red! We need backup!

Hey! All of you, stay back!

- [CLAMORING, SHOUTING CONTINUES]
- Hey, hey, move it!

Get... get back!

MAN [OVER P.A.]:
Lockdown. We are in lockdown.

Facility-wide lockdown.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

David Bennett. I'm the warden.

Your team arrived
about five minutes ago.

Well, they got the benefit
of driving a tank.

People on the 405
tend to get out of your way.

Commander Bob Hicks.
We've met, actually.

At the Eagle and Shield
fundraising dinner

a few months back.
You were there with your wife.

Right. We both bid on that Ojai spa day.

- Hope you're not upset I won it.
- Not at all.

Never was a fan of massage,

- and no facial's gonna fix this face.
- [GATE BUZZES]

I was just trying to get
the bidding off to a good start.

What's the sitrep inside?

A prisoner managed to take a guard

and another prisoner hostage
in the low security unit.

We got the other prisoners
back in their cells

and the whole facility's on lockdown.

Prisoner make any demands?

Yeah, he wants eggs Benedict,

a rib eye steak
and a Black Forest gateau

all served by Angelina Jolie.

If he doesn't get it
within the next five minutes,

he says he's gonna k*ll the guard.

I'm assuming you tried negotiating.

I offered him a cheeseburger
served by me.

- He didn't respond.
- Where's the prison CERT team?

We don't have one. We're understaffed.

Not for want of trying, but

it's hard to find good people.

That's a tough job to fill.

Look, we got the same
challenge with the LAPD.

But no worries, SWAT'll have
this under control in no time.

- [DOOR OPENS]
- [LOCK BUZZES]

See they haven't redecorated.

You been here before?

Once. First and last time
I visited my dad in prison.

He was here...

...before they transferred him
to Lancaster.

[DOOR BUZZES]

[INMATES SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[WHISTLES]

PRISONER 1: Who invited the strippers?

Yo, sweet cheeks,

nice a*s!

PRISONER 2: Trash collection.

I got some junk in here.
You want to take it out, huh?

Hey, how about I come in there
and take you out?

POWELL: Hey.

- If I can ignore them, so can you.
- Come on.

Your mom's got you
by your cajones.[LAUGHS]

Uh, that's the thing with hollandaise,

is you got to take your time
with it, you know?

Make sure you get all the lumps out.

I was only standing up
for you back there.

Thanks, but I don't need you to.

In two minutes, he's gonna find out that

Angelina Jolie's
not showing up with his rib eye,

so let's make this fast.

HONDO: Copy that, sir.

[QUIETLY]: And, Hondo, just a reminder,

the warden's wife is...

Deputy Chief Bennett, I know.

Wondered why Hicks fought
freeway traffic to be here.

Warden's wife oversees
all SWAT operations.

Including appointing the commander.

HONDO: All right, here we go.

Let's show 'em how SWAT
gets things done.

- Deacon, flashbang ready?
- Set.

Tan. Kick it.

LAPD!

Turn around, big man.

Hands behind your back.

Tan, cuff him.

Don't sh**t. I'm a hostage.

The hell is that?

Do you know how to make
hollandaise? 'Cause I don't.

HONDO: You all right?

Get up.

Gamble, go with the C.O.

- Get this guy back in lock-up.
- Copy.

HONDO: Everybody good?

- POWELL: Yeah.
- DEACON: Yeah.

Two prisoners in custody.

We are now Code...

Hondo, what the hell was that?

HONDO: I don't know.
Some kind of expl*si*n.

- I don't know what caused it.
- MARVIN: Aah! Help!

Somebody get this off me! [GRUNTS]

Alfaro, hold up, hold up. I smell gas.

- Must have ruptured the main.
- [GRUNTS] Help!

DEACON: We got to find
the gas valve and shut it off.

- MARVIN: Aah! Aah! Help me!
- Don't do it, Miko!

Help!

It got it, I got it! It's off!

[PANTING]

HICKS: Hondo, talk to me.

What the hell's going on in there?

Sir, a ruptured gas line ignited.

Everything's under control now.

Hey, come on.

Powell, get him outside.
Get him to safety.

- Hey. Are you hurt?
- No, I'm fine.

- Let me see your hands.
- I'm fine.

Hey! Show me your hands.

I warned you not to rush in.

- Look, someone needed...
- Okay, hey.

You get out of here.
You get that dealt with.

- You are done.
- Sarge.

What'd I say?

You're done. Go.

Hondo.

You're gonna want to see this.

Some sort of IED. Probably a pipe b*mb.

What if the hostage situation
was just a distraction

so someone could sneak in here
and set this off?

Where does this lead?

It's a store room
in the high-security unit.

Why blow a hole deeper into the prison

if you're trying to escape?

Has to be whoever did this
had something else in mind.

Powell, Gamble, get back here.

Who the hell is that guy?

Hondo, we got a low-security
prisoner on the loose.

It's got to be the person who set
off the b*mb.

HICKS: Looks like he's heading for the
high-security wing.

How many guards assigned to that unit?

Only four working today.
Like I said, we're understaffed.

Warn those guards.

Hondo, get after that prisoner.

All right, you heard
the man, let's roll.

I thought the facility was on lockdown.

- It is.
- Run a roll call now.

I already ran...

I'll run another one.

You got it.

All right, let's split up.

Tan, Powell, take the right side
of the block.

[INMATES SHOUTING]

HICKS: Hondo,
prisoner's outside the guard room.

- He's got an IED.
- HONDO: Copy that.

[PRISONERS WHOOPING]

HONDO: Hey, hey, stop right there!

Hands in the air!

[DOOR BUZZES]

- We're locked in.
- [DOORS BUZZ]

PRISONER: What we got here?

Oh, hello.

Day got interesting.

HONDO: Hey, hey, hey. Stay back.

Anyone takes a step closer,
you're gonna regret it.

Tan, get this door open now.

I'm on it.

There's got to be 20 of 'em.

Most of these guys are in here for life.

They don't have much to lose.

GAMBLE: Hey! Get back.

I smell bacon.

- Anyone else hungry?
- [ALL SHOUTING]

Hey, this is your final warning.
You stay back.

[GRUNTS]

[PRISONER COUGHING]

Come on, man.

I need an update.

POWELL: Two guards dead.

One injured.

- HONDO: Tan?
- I'm working on getting the door open.

Console's smashed to pieces.

Not sure how much longer
we can hold 'em.

- [GRUNTS]
- How you doing?

Ah. Got a... got a little splinter.

It's not too bad. Not too deep.

We got to get it out before
we can move you, though, okay?

[GRUNTS]

- You ready?
- Yeah.

We'll do it on the count of three.

One, two, three.

[GROANS]

Follow me. Follow me!

Gamble!

[GRUNTS]

Tan, open this damn door!

I think I got it working.

- [DOOR BUZZES]
- TAN: Not sure it's gonna close, though.

Door's opening. Move.

- Let's move.
- Yeah. Go. Come on.

Get back! These ain't
rubber b*ll*ts in this g*n.

I'm warning you.

- Is there another way out of here?
- Yeah.

Through here to the recreation yard.

Go, go, go.

[PRISONERS CHATTERING]

Let go, move. The key.

[LOCK CLICKS]

Your team should have
got in there faster.

Now two correction officers are dead.

And I'm sorry for that.
But that's hardly SWAT's fault.

Commander,

the prisoners are all
contained within the cellblock,

but the b*mber managed to get away.

He's got a set of keys
that opens every single door

in this facility,
including the control unit?

Yeah. That's the prison
within the prison.

It's where we house
the most violent inmates.

It gets worse. Key to the armory...

he's got that, too.

We're gonna need access

to the security cameras
in the control unit

and the armory. Now.

Is there a route to the
armory that doesn't involve

going back the way we just came?

Yeah. We can go through that door,

then go through a passageway
between the cellblocks.

HICKS: Damn it!

He's already released
the inmates in the control unit.

He wants to start a damn riot.

We got a real problem now.

They got into the armory.

I'm calling in more SWAT teams.

Hondo, sit tight

and wait for backup.

Copy that, sir.

Wh-Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?

We can't wait for backup.

Your team needs
to get in there and stop this.

All due respect, but that
horse has already bolted.

My team's outnumbered and outgunned.

- I'm not risking their lives.
- In the event

of a riot, decision-making authority

rests with the warden.

The only person that has
authority over SWAT is me.

MAN: Dad. Come in. Over.

Hey, it's... it's Jason, my son.

He's a guard, too.

Jason, what's up?

Dad, I'm in the infirmary.

I was escorting medical personnel

when we got put on lockdown.

I can hear g*nf*re. What's going on?

Jason, this is Sergeant
Harrelson, LAPD SWAT.

What's happening?

The prisoners are trying to get inside.

I don't think I can hold 'em off.

You hold tight. We're on our way.

Hondo, backup's en route,

but it's gonna be at least 30 minutes.

HONDO: Commander, we got a guard

and civilians trapped in the infirmary.

They don't have 30 minutes.

Let's move.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

You okay?

Yeah, nothing serious.

Now I'm stuck out here when
I really want to be inside.

Happy to trade with you.

[SIGHS] I was just trying
to do the right thing

and my sergeant got pissed.

Now my team are in there in trouble,
and I can't help them.

It wasn't about the eggs.

What?

The fight that Albert
kicked off with the guards...

it wasn't about eggs.

Albert went Custer's Last Stand
over eggs?

That dude'll eat anything.

I've seen him eat my sloppy joes.

I wouldn't even eat my sloppy joes.

Okay, okay. What kicked off the fight

if it wasn't about the food?

I mean, I saw him chatting
to someone in line.

They shook on something.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're telling me that

he started a fight and took
a guard hostage on purpose

so someone can set that b*mb?

- I mean...
- Hey, hey.

Who was he talking to?

A guy called Luis Diaz.

I... Normally, wouldn't
stick in my mind,

except last few weeks, dude has not

shut up about how he's
gonna be living the high life

in Thailand soon.

Yeah, says the girls in Patpong

better watch out, if that's of any use.

You're welcome.

HONDO: This is gonna
get us to the infirmary?

Keep going. Another hundred feet.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER,
SHOUTING IN DISTANCE]

Infirmary is right through here.

[g*nshots IN DISTANCE]

Clear.

[GLASS BREAKING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

LAPD! Don't move!
Put your hands behind your back.

Do it now.

Gamble, get 'em in cuffs.

He's dead.

Looks like he OD'd.

WOMAN: What are you doing? Let me go!

Powell, door.

- Drop the weapon!
- Back off or I'll k*ll her!

Okay. Okay, big guy. You win.

Backing off.

[GRUNTS] Aah!

Prisoner down.

NURSE: I'm gonna need help over here.

POWELL: He okay?

What happened?

One of the prisoners p*stol-whipped him.

I'm worried he may have a brain bleed.

Help me get him on the table.

[GRUNTS]

- He needs medical treatment.
- NURSE: We need to get him

to the hospital. He needs a CT scan.

HONDO: There's more SWAT teams



to get anyone out until then.

Where's the guard that was
with you? Where's Jason?

Hey, where Jason?

Uh, two of the prisoners grabbed him.

Said they were taking him
to someone called El Rey.

Who's El Rey?

Benicio Ramirez.

L-2D g*ng leader. This is not good.

Well, don't worry about it.
He's valuable as a hostage.

No. El Rey's got beef with Jason.

He reported him for an infraction.

The warden took away his yard time.

He's had it in for Jason ever since.

Gamble,

Deacon,
the two of you stay with the civilians.

Lock those three perps in the closet.

Barricade yourselves in here
until SWAT shows up.

Powell, Tan, let's go find Jason.

I'm coming with you.

That's not happening. You're hurt.

No, I'm fine.

I'm ex-military. I can handle myself.

And it's my son in danger.

All right.

Tan, Powell, you take the ground.

We'll take the upper level.

Your guys better find that officer.

How you doing ID'ing the b*mber?

ALFARO: His name's Luis Diaz.

Worked as a blaster
for a mining company.

Pull up Luis Diaz.

Apparently he's been
sharing his Thailand

vacation plans
with anyone who'll listen.

HICKS: He's still got six
years left on his sentence

He's either planning ahead
or planning an escape.

How the hell does he think
he's getting out of here?

Maybe the same way
the expl*sives got in.

ALFARO: Well, there's more.

A fat four-figure sum hit
Diaz's bank account last week.

Someone from the high-security wing

must have paid Diaz to start the riot.

Hondo, we ID'd the inmate
who planted the b*mb.

Name's Luis Diaz.

He's got to be plotting an escape,

possibly with an inmate
from the high-security wing.

Copy that, Commander.

He's wearing blue.
Should be easy to spot.

What were you... Army or Navy?

Air Force Pararescue.

After I retired I worked with gangs,
then moved into this.

Jason followed me in.

Wanted to get some experience
before applying to LAPD.

Well, he's getting his wish.

- MAN: No way my wife would agree to that.
- Hold it.

You hear that?

LAPD!

Show me your hands!

[WOMAN MOANING ON TV]

The hell are you doing?

You're getting
your rocks off to an octopus?

Look here, freak.

We're looking for a guard
being held hostage by El Rey.

Do you know where he could be?

No idea.

You want more screen time
with your eight-legged friend,

tell me where I can find him.

Uh, try the chapel.

- [KNIFE CLINKS]
- Hey.

Hey! No, no, that's not fair!

Shut up.

- It's called life.
- No!

How come you never
visited your dad again?

I only came here to tell him

I didn't want anything to do with him

and that I was changing my name.

When I was a kid, people used to tell me

I was a chip off the old block.

I loved it, but...

that was when I thought
my dad was the greatest.

Yeah, people used to
say the same about me.

That I was a chip off the old block.

God, I hated it.

Guessing your dad wasn't
a cop-k*ller like mine, though.

No.

But he wasn't the greatest.

Worked long hours, wasn't around much.

When he was home, he
and my mom would fight.

She accused him of
being a useless father.

Called him a terrible husband.

So, when people said
I was just like him...

- You didn't take it as a compliment.
- No.

Now I see all they meant
was I looked just like him.

Hope to God that's not
what people were implying

when they said that about me and my dad.

[SHORT CHUCKLE]

What do you think they meant?

That I was a go-getter.

My dad never quit on anyone or anything.

He was loyal to a fault.

He was my biggest
cheerleader, made me...

believe I could do anything.

He was so proud of me

when I made it through
the academy and became a cop.

Hm. He was okay with you being a cop?

Gave me a pair
of tactical gloves as a gift.

That was nice of him.

With steel plates sewn in the knuckles.

Those are ill*gal.

That's my dad.

He's wearing blue.

- Got to be our b*mber.
- Check him.

It's Diaz. We'll get you help,

but tell us who paid you
to set those bombs.

The Prophet.

The Prophet?

We were supposed to escape together,

but he stabbed me.

N-No!

LAPD!

Aah! God! Powell!

- Drop your weapons! Drop 'em now!
- [TAN SHOUTING]

Drop 'em!

[GRUNTING]

Powell!

Give me the g*n!

[GRUNTING]

Aah!

[BUZZING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- [WHISPERING]: Jason.
- No!

It's five against two.

[GROANS]

KYLE: Jason!

[GRUNTING]

Aah!

[GRUNTING]

I got you, I got you.

Stay there.

KYLE: Got you. I got you.
I got you, come on.

You okay? I got you.

[GASPS, COUGHS]

Okay?

Don't even think about reaching.

He okay?

Yeah, he's okay.

Drop the weapons!

You first, sucio.

Looks like we're late to the party.

EL REY: You forget where you are?

You're in my house now.

POWELL: Get the hell off of me!
Get off of me!

Get off... No!

No! Get off of me now!

- [GROANING]
- The b*tch cut me!

- Make her pay.
- Shut up!

Get off her!

Hey!

- Let her go!
- Stay back or I'll cut her!

[GRUNTING]

[BUZZING]

You okay?



HICKS: Copy that, Powell.

Before he died, he told us that
an inmate called the Prophet

planned the bombs and the riot,

apparently all part
of his plan to escape.

It's got to be a nickname.

We'll start working on an ID.

Roger that.

We'll keep searching
for the missing guard.

Where's Warden Bennett?

He mentioned something about
speaking to the press.

[SHORT CHUCKLE]

So, rather than working
with us to save his people

he's working on how to message
things to save his own a*s.

Got it.

What you gonna do now, man?

You k*lled my men.

I think it's only fair
that I k*ll you next.

Those two will live
if you get 'em help in time.

You pull that trigger,
you're never gonna

see the outside of a prison again.

I have a life sentence
without a chance of parole.

[LAUGHS]

At least I'd have a memory

of your brains splattering that wall

to keep me company
for the next 40 years.

If you k*ll me they're gonna
send you straight to Florence.

That's right. Their supermax makes

this place look like Margaritaville.

That's 23/7 in solitary.

No family visits.

I don't have family!

I had a cousin, and a po-po shot him.

You ain't gonna get
no more yard time, either.

You'll be exercising in a concrete pit,

twenty by ten, while shackled.

Come on, man, think.

k*lling me don't help you.

Look, I got a better plan.

Leverage the three of us,

get the warden to agree to concessions

in exchange for letting us go
and shutting this riot down.

[LAUGHS]

'Cause that payaso's
ever kept a promise.

I will make sure that he does.



are 15 minutes away. 20-Squad,

how you getting on
with finding that missing guard?

- 22-David. Still looking for him.
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]



Any luck?

That's my commander right there.

If I don't answer he's gonna
have my team come looking for me.

You tell him everything's sweet.

Anything else, I'll put a b*llet
in them and then your kneecaps.

[WALKIE CLICKS ON]



Still searching the chapel, sir.

HICKS: Roger that. Keep me updated.

Your dad still around?

Yeah. He lives in Vermont.

We catch up whenever we can.

So you forgave him for not being around?

Yeah, it tooka while.

I had a lot of resentment toward him.

How'd you manage to do that?

Well, I found out that the
reason he worked such long hours

and stayed away like he did
was for us kids.

If he wasn't as home as much,

wouldn't upset my mom.

[CHUCKLES] It's hard, isn't it?

Loving someone you're also angry at.

I don't think I'm allowed to love him.

Not after what he did.

We've got a problem.

It's on you.

Got it.

He's seizing.

Brain must be swelling
from the brain injury.

I don't know how much time he has left.

Is there anything you
can do for him here?

No. He needs a surgery.

We got to get him to a hospital.



we got a civilian, critical condition.

He needs to be medevaced
out of here ASAP.

What's the ETA on the other teams?

They're still 12 minutes out.

I'll have an ambulance on
standby to transfer the patient

to Memorial as soon as we're Code 4.

Roger that.

Help's on the way.

Your team find my officer yet?

No, they're still looking for him.

Geez. My wife assured me
that SWAT could handle this.

That you were the best of the best.

Now I've got a riot that's
turned into a bloodbath

and two dead officers.

Lest we forget,
that you're the one who let

the expl*sives find a way inside.

Every prison struggles with contraband.

Normally that's cell phones and drugs

being smuggled in, not bombs.

There will be a reckoning
once this is over.

[CHUCKLES] And believe me,

it won't be my head
on the chopping block.

Well, I'm not thinking about that.

Or my own neck.

I'm focused on the situation
in front of us right now

and saving innocent lives.

[PHONE VIBRATES]

The Times.

Warden Bennett speaking.

Yes.

N-No, LAPD SWAT has command
of the situation.

Commander Hicks is running
things on the ground.

I'm just a spectator.

I could have sworn, 20 minutes
ago, he was telling me

he was in charge of the riot response.

I guess I must have misheard.

I can't believe he's trying
to throw SWAT under the bus.

Oh, I can.

I met him a few months
back at a fundraiser

for the families of fallen officers.

Spotted him stealing pens
at the silent auction table

so he could stop other people

from bidding on the items he wanted.

[CHUCKLES]

That's why I came down here
when we got the call.

A man who cheats at a charity auction

isn't someone I trust
to make the right decisions.

I think I found out who the Prophet is.

My mom sent me to Sunday school.

Not a lot of it stuck. But I remember

Moses was a prophet.

I found this guy, Moses Adams,
on the manifest.

He was convicted of torturing
and murdering eight women,

suspected of k*lling a dozen
more over an eight-year span.

Command to D-Team.

The prisoner behind the whole affair

is a lifer named Moses Adams.

Adams paid Diaz to rig the b*mb

and start the riot in hoping to escape.

This guy's a serial k*ller.
We cannot let that happen.

TAN: Copy. We'll be on the lookout.

Sending you his mugshot now.

[PHONE VIBRATES]

- GAMBLE: Deac, we got company!
- [g*nshots]

Watch out, watch out! Move!


some backup in the infirmary.

TAN: On our way, Deac.

Hondo, you copy?

Hondo, come in.

Hondo?

I know that name.

You're the po-po that shot my cousin.

Yeah. Jesse Ramirez?

Known to his friends as Cuchillo?

You remember him?

Yeah.

He was on trial for m*rder.

Escaped custody and took
a young girl hostage.

And as I recall, he was
planning on raping her.

Yeah, I remember him.

[SCOFFS]

I said he was my cousin, not a saint.

HICKS: Hondo, where are you?

Hondo can't come to the phone right now.

Who is this?

Where the hell's Hondo?

[GRUNTS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Flashbang! Cover!

[HIGH-PITCHED RINGING][GRUNTING]

Thanks.



Three prisoners down.
We are Code 4 in the infirmary.

Any update on Hondo?

HICKS: Negative.

Whosever holding him stopped responding.

They make any demands?

None so far.

Damn it. That's not good.

I shot your cousin from 300 yards away,

dead square between his eyes.

- And I wish I hadn't.
- [CHUCKLES]

You think remorse is gonna save you?

I look like a priest?

I don't feel bad about k*lling him.

Only that I wasted a b*llet.

He deserved to suffer for what he did.

Five minutes alone,
that's all I would have needed.

And he would have been
begging for that b*llet.

Five minutes alone with him,
he would've made you his b*tch.

I only need two.

Is that right?

I see what you're doing.

El Rey, you said you wanted
a memory to savor

for your next 40 years
of solitary, right?

So, what's gonna be more
satisfying... pulling that trigger

or getting your hands dirty?

Or maybe you're just afraid
if we do go head-to-head

I'll make you my b*tch.

I know Hondo.

Right now, he's doing whatever he can

to buy us some time,
so let's go get him.

Last location he reported
in from was the chapel.

Find him and the two guards
and bring 'em back ASAP.

All right, Tan, you stay behind

until the other SWAT team arrives.

- Should be any minute.
- Yeah.

When they get here, you get
that doctor and nurse to safety.

Yeah, I got it. Go, find Hondo.

On me.

WARDEN BENNETT:
What the hell? Call them off.

The last thing we need is
three more hostages.

- No, I'm not calling 'em off.
- I'm in charge of this operation,

- not you.
- Well, that's funny.

'Cause I could have sworn I heard you

telling the L.A. Times
I was in command.

He really needs to make up his mind.

Fine.

Then I want it on the record
that this was your call.

- I had nothing to do with it.
- Sure.

And let's get this on the
record, too, while we're at it.

You're an incompetent moron

who's got no business
running this or any prison.

I wouldn't trust you to run

- a damn bath.
- You're calling me incompetent?

When my wife hears
how you handled things today...

SWAT handled what you couldn't.

And now you want to shift the blame

for your mistakes onto SWAT?

I won't let you do that.

I'll fight you
tooth and nail if you try.

You won't get a chance to.
You're finished.

I guarantee it.

You think I give a rat's a*s
about my career?

The only thing I care about right now

is bringing my team home safe.

And your two officers as well.

That's just one of the many ways
I'm proud to say

you and I... we're different.

Whoa! Look out!

Five prisoners deep.

- [EXCLAIMING]
- Moving away.

- [PRISONERS JEERING]
- [GRUNTING]

INMATE: Dirty that face up!

INMATE 2: [EXCLAIMS] That's what's up!

Hope you didn't want an open casket.

INMATE 3: Finish him, El Rey.

LAPD!

- Stop right there!
- Don't, get down. Get down, now!

DEACON: Go hands-on. I got him.

I got him, I got him.

On your stomach.

Get up. On your knees.

Take a mental snapshot.

You're gonna spend the next


Deputy, you good?

I'm good.

DEACON: Commander, Hondo's safe.

And let the warden know
we rescued his two CO's.

Copy that, I'll let him know.

Your guards have been rescued.

Riot's under control.

But we still got
a serial k*ller to find.

Adams evaded capture for eight years.

We can't let him escape.

If he does, there's no telling
if we'll ever find him again.

I sent you all his mugshot earlier.

Wait a second.

That's the doctor. And the nurse...

GAMBLE: She's in on it.

HONDO: You got to let Tan know, now.

DEACON: Tan,

Moses Adams is the injured doctor

and the nurse is in on it, too.

You got to stop 'em.

It's too late.
Medevac already rolled them out.

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[INDISTINCT RADIO
CHATTER][INDISTINCT CHATTER]

We made it.

Do you have the passports? The money?

Everything's set.

Car's packed, filled with gas.
Should get us across the border.

Did I do good?

You did great.

Hate to interrupt this romantic moment,

but...

[GRUNTS] Oh!

[GRUNTING]

HICKS: h*! Whoa.

Don't you move.

Only place you're going

is back inside a six by eight cell.

Get him out of here, Gamble.

Hands.

Get off of me, you pig!

I just saved you from a shallow grave

in the Sonoran Desert, but okay.

I know some people like bad boys,

but she was really
taking it to the extreme.

She thought they were
gonna honeymoon in Cabo

and live happily ever after.

[CHUCKLES] Bless her heart.



Looks like Adams k*lled him,
swapped clothes with him,

made him look like a prisoner who OD'd.

I guess the both of 'em hoped that

in the chaos of the riot, the
guards wouldn't stop to check.

And on that note, I'm gonna make sure

the warden's done a full roll call.



[ALL CHUCKLING]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

Hey, Migo.

How are the hands?

Be fine in a couple days.

How about you? Heard you gave it

- as good as you got in there.
- [CHUCKLES]

Yeah, if that's the case,

I almost feel sorry for the other guy.

Hey, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you.

I shouldn't have rushed in like that.

No.

I shouldn't have gotten angry.

I was just worried, kid.

Look, I've seen a lot of great officers

get taken out for good because of one

heroic action that landed
just this side of foolish.

Yeah, sometimes I struggle
to stick that landing.

I'm working on it.

Look, I always want to be
the first one in,

leading from the front, like you do.

When I was your age,

I might have been, occasionally,
a little reckless, too.

But time and experience
taught me a valuable lesson.

Never be in a hurry to die.

It's a little bit of wisdom that I got

from my mentor back in the day.

And I passed that off to Street,

and now I'm passing it off to you.

Nice work today, Gamble.

Almost let a serial k*ller escape,

but, yeah, 20-Squad for the win.

I was thinking about
what you said earlier about

not wanting people to think
you're anything like your dad.

What if you are like him?

[SCOFFS]

No, no, no. Hear me out.

What if you inherited
all of his good qualities

and none of his bad?

Sounds like he was a guy
that had charisma in spades

and someone who fought
for what they believed in.

Yeah.

He did.

So, is being a chip off the old block

necessarily a bad thing?

How you doing?

Back to work tomorrow.

Mama is not letting you out that house.

[BOTH LAUGH]

What about you, youngster?

Today didn't put you off?

No way.

If anything, after seeing

SWAT handle things the way you did,

makes me even more determined
to apply to LAPD.

But I figure I've got
a lot to learn first.

Well, there's no better training ground

than being a corrections officer.

When you do apply to the academy,

you let me know, all right?

I'll put in a good word for you.

I appreciate that, sir.

Your pops was a boss today.

Be proud.

I am.

I get why you're angry with me.

I let you down. I'm sorry.

What?

It's my fault you got locked in
that room with those prisoners.

I should have had your back
and I failed you.

You think I'm mad at you about that?

I'm embarrassed because you
had to come to my rescue.

Why would you be embarrassed about that?

Five minutes before, I was telling you

I didn't need you to come save
me from a bunch of douchebags,

and then I needed you to save
me from a bunch of douchebags.

Powell, come on.

You can't think this has anything to do

- with you being a woman.
- I don't want people thinking

I can't handle myself, you know?

It... shook me up. Made me question...

No. None of us could have
handled that situation alone.

You have to know that.
Not me, not Hondo, not Deacon.

That's why we roll in pairs,

so we can have each other's back.

You-you took out two of 'em, Powell.

I was annoyed you only left one for me.

Thanks.

Thank you so much.

- Thank you for your time.
- Of course, of course.

- Five at five.
- REPORTER: Thanks, Warden.

[SIGHS]

Did you offer 'em
motion sickness tablets?

Excuse me?

For all the spin you just force-fed 'em.

[CHUCKLES]

Wow.

And here I thought he might
want to offer up some gratitude.

We successfully put down a riot

and stopped a serial k*ller
from escaping his prison.

It's not the victor
who gets to write history.

It's the one who has
the journalist on speed dial.

Alfaro mentioned that you put
your neck on the line for us today.

I did what anybody
in my position should do...

looked out for my team.

Is it gonna come back to bite you?

Eh, depends.

Maybe his bark's worse than his bite.

[SHORT CHUCKLE]

Good?

- Good job. Good job.
- Good work, y'all.

♪