S.W.A.T. (2017–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Octane - full transcript
Hondo puts aside his misgivings about Jim Street's recklessness and allows the newbie to go undercover as a broker in a luxury car theft ring to bust a ruthless trafficker. Also, Hondo ...
Let's go
Push it to the limit
if you wanna win it
Harbor no room for the weak,
nor the timid
Bit too long, you got
accustomed to the gimmicks
It's like they don't care
that the real is at the finish
No blemish, no honor
Let the flutes go,
the snake charmer, God
The kingpin of
every street corner
You can't say I didn't
ever warn ya, yeah...
Push it.
Out. Now.
Move! Okay, okay.
On your knees.
One, two, three. Eyes on me.
Stop!
Why the hell did you kill him?
I didn't like how he
looked at her.
You told me I was
gonna race the winner.
Not watch you cap some trucker.
And you told us you
wanted to do business.
Now we got blood ties.
Okay.
GPS systems are offline,
just killing the cell interfaces
and we're good to go.
You're a genius, Whip.
If I warned you, you
wouldn't have come.
You want us to trust you? We
needed to know that you legit.
I'm just here to cut
a deal, okay?
I didn't sign up for murder.
Our broker
isn't a man eager
to meet new people.
And like I said, he's already
got a buyer for China.
Then why the hell am I here? We're
sticking our necks our for you on this.
Try to appreciate it.
You make the deal happen,
I'll make sure
everybody gets paid.
Wait for a call from Juergen.
Be ready to go
where he tells you.
Juergen Richter?
That's your broker? I told you.
We ain't messing around.
What's up, youngster?
Looking good, Raymont.
How are you healing up?
I'm all right.
My mom call you or something?
She did.
Is that all right? Yeah.
I guess so.
Mom!
How's school? Getting any love
for that scar?
Nah. Just questions.
All right, wait till
you get to college.
Story like that, you're gonna be
big man on campus. Trust me.
If I still decide to go.
Hondo.
Thanks for coming by.
Raymont, get your books
for school.
You are gonna miss home room.
Little rough lately?
When your boy gets shot by SWAT,
you don't expect it to be easy,
but Raymont is sliding.
I mean, physically,
he's doing great.
Mentally, it takes time.
Raymont doesn't have time.
He's got college
applications, exams.
The way I see it?
Your people did the
damage inside and out.
Your job to make it right.
100%. I'm not gonna
let him slide off track.
He barely eats.
Nightmares.
And yesterday I found this.
Under his bed.
He know you found it?
It's loaded.
The numbers are scratched off,
which means he bought it
on the street from people he
shouldn't be associating with.
The son I knew
before he was shot
would never bring home a gun.
Okay, okay. I understand.
But listen to me.
I'm gonna hold on to this.
And I know he's got
to get off to school,
but you bring him by SWAT
afterwards and I'll talk to him.
Thank you.
He likes you.
Not just because
you saved his life.
He thinks you're good people.
Yeah. What's up, Street?
If I'd gotten there ten seconds
sooner, I could've stopped it.
What were you doing there
in the first place?
It's an old undercover gig
from Long Beach.
He told me about it
a half hour ago.
I was working
these street racers.
The ones jacking luxury cars?
I read about it in your file.
I thought that case went cold.
It did.
I'd sold myself as a buyer
looking to ship
the rides to China.
Then they told me their broker
had another guy.
I didn't hear from them
for a couple months.
I thought it was dead.
And then last night, they
spot me at this bar I like.
It's a miracle my cover
held, and they tell me
they got a deal
that I can't pass up.
So, Street decides
that leaping in
without notifying anyone
was a smart plan.
I didn't have time.
What was I gonna do?
Call with them watching?
And now you've witnessed
a murder.
So, why isn't this crew
in custody?
Because of who they're
in business with.
Juergen Richter.
The Juergen Richter.
If I'd known he was tied in,
I would've never
let the case go cold.
Guy is top dog in highend
stolen goods.
Cars, art, diamonds.
- Moves more volume than Amazon.
- I know him.
SIS has been trying to build
a case for years.
Yeah, along with FBI, DOJ
and every other agency
with initials.
Yeah, but nothing sticks.
He's smart, Street.
He keeps a tight circle.
Anyone he thinks might
flip on him gets got.
Except me.
You haven't met him yet.
The last guy the feds
were working for intel...
Rumor is, Richter gutted him.
Personally.
Some people think
he's got connections
inside the department.
Tip him off when the heat's on.
Well, then now's our chance.
No one outside SWAT
knows about this,
and any minute he's gonna
call me to set a meet.
I agree to take the cars,
we nail him at the buy.
Richter will pick a spot
that he's already staked out.
That won't give us time
to set up anything,
and we'll be lucky
to keep eyes on Street.
I know I've had a
bumpy start here.
Let me make up for it.
I'm giving you a chance
to bust Juergen Richter.
You're really gonna
say no to that?
Give us a minute.
Richter's major. No doubt.
But there's a lot of variables
in this we can't control,
the biggest one being Street.
You don't think he's up for it?
I think he's come a long way.
I think he's smart,
but he's way overconfident,
unpredictable,
and a gig like this
can go sideways real fast.
If it were you going in,
you'd still be against it?
I'll clear it with Long Beach,
but won't mention Richter
to be safe.
You're asking a lot of this kid.
Street is SWAT.
I have to trust my people
in the field.
All right, I'll coach him up.
I'll get him ready.
Nice climb.
Thanks, back there.
You think he's gonna pass us?
Photos were pulled from failed
cases against Richter.
This dude is slippery as hell.
Everybody knows he's dirty, but
no one's been able to prove it.
He's made a career
out of escaping police stings.
Sergeant Harrelson?
Warren, what's up, man?
Warren here was Richter's
parole officer years back.
Only man we've been
able to track down
who had inperson contact.
I work private security now.
Never forgot Juergen Richter,
though. Strange dude.
Warren, what can you tell us about Richter?
Smart as hell.
But he's into this Brazilian
spiritism thing.
- Like a religion?
- More like a cult.
He talked about things
like his spirit crew and
human sacrifice rituals.
Yeah, well, that's not spooky
at all.
You want to get into
business with Richter,
you have to let him think
he knows you.
Okay. How do I do that?
Eye contact.
He likes a lot of it,
like he can read you somehow.
And he'll try and see if he can
make you slip up,
so expect a lot
of awkward pauses.
Kind of like
a typical day for you.
Except, don't drink.
Richter doesn't respect people
who poison their bodies.
Yeah.
I'll be there.
Jake and Ike's in an hour.
The cop joint?
Probably gets off
knowing they can ID him
but don't have the dirt
to arrest him.
And a diner full of police is
the last place
an undercover would want to meet.
Yeah.
It's your first test.
All right, Tan and Luca
will have your tail.
If you get into trouble,
they'll bail you out.
Relax, boss.
I'm bringing my
spirit crew as backup.
You're gonna need
more than a few jokes
to pull one over
on this guy, Street.
I logged a lot of
hours in plain clothes
and I know how easy it is
for things to go sideways.
I worked some covert
in Long Beach.
I've done this before.
Not on my team you haven't,
and not up against
somebody like this.
Okay.
Any advice? I'm all ears. First,
lay off the humor. A guy who
makes light of everything
usually has something to hide,
and don't go running your mouth.
The more you talk, the
more chances you have
of making mistakes.
You're really
worried about this.
Richter is no joke.
This is as real as it gets.
If you think you're
in trouble, you are.
Don't wait around to be sure,
you get the hell out of there.
I won't let you down.
I know you won't.
Cortez and I
wouldn't be putting you in
if we weren't sure of it.
Not easy
staying behind
while other people head off
into danger, is it?
Thanks.
Mr. Cooper.
Kind of you to join me.
I appreciate
you making the time.
Beer?
No, thank you.
I'm having one.
No offense,
but I'm here to do business,
not to get buzzed.
Tell me, how is it that life...
brings you to this restaurant?
Certainly
there were other things
you could have chosen
to do with your life?
Why this?
My mother.
So this is a family business.
No.
But she always had
survival skills,
and I've done my best
to learn from them.
I knew from a young age,
if I was gonna get ahead,
I have to pick what game to play
and figure out how to bend
the rules to my advantage.
And you picked this one?
It picked me.
Always dug cars.
Love the adrenaline.
And how does
your mother feel about that?
Hey, Jimmy.
Wallace!
Hey, man. How long's it been?
Interesting meetup spot.
I feel safer
surrounded by L.A.'s finest.
Don't you?
Depends on the circumstances.
I suppose it does.
You were just about to tell me
if you and your mother
are still close.
She died when I was 12.
My father
finally got the better of her.
But I still turn
to her for advice.
She's still part of
every decision I make.
So, in that sense,
yeah, we're close.
If I provide transportation
to the harbor,
do you have a ship ready
to receive your purchase?
Absolutely.
Well, damn.
You bite that thing any harder,
it might just bite you back.
I read your
Climbing Cadre evaluation.
Nothing new, I just...
just have to push myself
harder next time.
Deac.
Says she alternated between
indecision and recklessness.
Took unnecessary risks. Come on.
We've seen her climb.
She's good.
Yeah.
You know this instructor
out of Metro,
Tom Cole? Sure.
Yeah, he's tried out for SWAT
a couple times.
He never made it.
But he's always been cool to me.
Feel him out, will you?
See if you can find out
what happened on that wall.
Hondo?
Luanne.
Hey.
What's up, kid?
I'm glad you guys could make it.
Why don't I leave
you two to catch up a bit?
All right, sounds good.
I'll bring him home
when he gets sick of me.
Thanks.
Hey.
You hungry?
Want something to eat?
Raymont.
I'm Deacon.
It's an honor to meet you.
If you ever need anything,
you got every officer
in this department
at your service.
You know you're lucky, right?
I don't share my lunch
with just anybody.
All right, so what's this
about you maybe not
going to college?
Just haven't decided yet.
You know you want that.
Raymont, you got the grades.
Wasn't college always the plan?
I get it,
you've been through a lot,
and it takes time to adjust.
But you can't let life's punches
knock you off track.
They're not.
You want to tell me
about the gun, then?
She found it?
Look, I know my mom
thinks you can help,
but I don't need it. I'm good.
You're a 17yearold kid
sleeping with a loaded gun
under your bed.
It's all right to admit
you're scared after being shot.
That's got nothing to do
with it.
So, what do you plan
on doing with the gun?
Somebody giving you problems?
Street's back. The buy's
going down in two hours.
Go ahead.
I need to start my homework,
anyway.
To be continued.
This is a scenario Richter's
played out a thousand times.
The vehicles will arrive
preloaded
in a shipping container,
so we shouldn't have rabbits
in race cars.
We need more time to plan this.
Two hours is all I could get us.
But Richter's in.
This is our shot at him.
All right, we cover the ins
and outs.
Chris, you're Sierra One here.
Tan, Sierra Two here.
You set up sniper positions,
wait for my command.
Deac, Luca.
You're in the Charger here.
I'll be on the ground
right here.
We set up a code five
for the area.
Mumford, you and your team
maintain a perimeter.
Could use some unis to
tighten the net. No.
We can't take the chance
Richter spots them. We hold
until Street makes the exchange.
We go on my signal.
Any questions?
- How big a crew are we expecting?
- Minimal.
Richter keeps things tight.
Three, maybe four guys.
That said,
it's risk management time.
They are not gonna be
happy when they see us.
Job one is getting.
Street out safe. Chris and Tan.
You see any weapons
swing his way, you take down
whoever's got 'em.
Understood. Let's do this.
Weapons, phones.
Anything with a chip, a blade
or a trigger.
Sweet ride. Customized
to make 840horsepower.
Not exactly street legal,
so don't tell anyone.
I always dreamt
of taking a car like that
out for a spin.
You know, some things in life
are simply out of reach.
Everything exactly as promised.
And the payments?
On my go.
Luca, roll in! Get in the car.
Who the hell are these guys?
Some other crew's
shooting up the place.
Richter's getting away
with Street.
Luca, you on Street?
Negative. I don't know
what he's got under that hood,
but I lost him out of the lot.
Never had a chance.
Mumford, anything?
Negative, Hondo.
Didn't come our way.
The gunmen were Rosemead Mafia,
part of the Chinese
crime syndicate.
Best guess is Richter
was selling wheels to them
before Street showed up
and squeezed them out.
Mumford, coordinate
with Gang Task Force.
Get me the Rosemead leader.
I'm also gonna find out
who tipped them off
and if they know
where Richter's hiding.
Whatever it takes
to get our man back.
Come on.
We've also sent unis
to look for the crew.
Street was with when
they killed the trucker,
see how they tie in.
He launders money
through legit businesses,
so we try and track him
through those.
He moves a lot of stolen cars.
If he held on to any,
we might find him that way. SIS
is making a list of vehicles
they think he's
had his hands on.
So, why aren't we wide
with this?
Every cop in the city
looking for him.
Far as we know,
his cover's holding.
We go wide, it only takes one
cop in Richter's back pocket
to expose Street.
There are plenty of whispers
about his connections
to the police.
They say we're the best.
Time to prove it.
Just let me
contact my people. I can prove
I had nothing to do with this.
I have my own ways
of determining
who's responsible, Mr. Cooper.
Is he the reason we're here?
If Cooper screwed this up...
Shut up.
Ten years,
not one incident.
And now Rosemead and cops
show up
on the same deal?
Until I connect the dots,
no one leaves.
That mother you turn
to for guidance...
what's her name?
Alice.
Your mother's name
is Alice Cooper?
She was born before
the singer got famous.
What do you care?
Maybe she can be of assistance.
Say hello for me.
Anything?
If I had something,
I would've told you.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. We just keep
running into walls.
Richter owns two shipment
companies, but the offices
are in Miami and São Paulo.
He's got no car registration,
no local addresses... Hey.
Guy doesn't even file taxes
in California.
No good news on my end, either.
Metro can't locate
a single one of the crew
that was with Street
when the trucker got killed.
Richter's probably got 'em,
trying to find the rat
who blew up his sale.
At least that means
he doesn't suspect Street yet.
And I am the one who's sorry.
I sent him in against your advice.
You trusted an officer
to do his job. I'm the one
who lost him in the field.
You walked into an ambush.
It's my job to expect surprises.
How are you holding up?
I'm not too good at the sitting
and waiting thing.
I saw a kid in the kitchen
who's been lost in his homework
for the past few hours.
He could use your help.
Calculus?
I'm working through the proof
to V = 4/3 pi r squared.
Volume of a sphere.
I always loved math.
English, I mean,
that class drove me crazy,
but math was always...
reliable.
I like it, too.
That's the same kind
as the one you took in the back.
It's amazing
how something so tiny
can cause so much damage.
But carrying a gun doesn't
always make you safer, Raymont.
In fact, the opposite is true.
You carry one.
And I get shot at a lot, too.
You want to tell me
what's going on with you?
It's not your job
to fix me, okay?
Just let me do my homework.
Tommy Cole.
How you been?
Hey, Deac.
Just congratulating Baker here
on his climbing certification.
Well done, Baker.
I hear Cole's tough
on you guys out there.
Yeah, he puts us
through our paces.
I got to run.
Good kid.
Could lead his own team one day.
If they ever get back to giving
20Davids to guys like him.
Well, time will tell. You know,
a lot of us don't think
what they did to you was right.
Promotion
should have been yours.
I appreciate that,
but, I'm doing okay.
For what it's worth,
I feel your pain.
Most of the officers
that were promoted to SWAT
over me?
Let's just say
they check all the right boxes
in the mayor's office.
So, what happened
to my girl out there?
Saw you dinged her.
She had a shot.
She took too many chances
on the wall
trying to make up
for physical limitations.
They want me to grade everybody
on the same scale, so...
But she passed Explosive Breach
and Sniper Cadres just fine.
Pulling triggers
and setting bombs doesn't call
for the same physicality.
You know what I mean?
Look, I don't get to wear
the SWAT uniform like you do,
but that doesn't mean
I don't do what I can
to protect what it stands for.
Right?
Right.
Bad news.
It appears one of you
is not who you claim to be.
The spirits sensed it
and I confirmed it.
Dennis "Double Clutch" Collins.
San Dimas High School
class of '08.
And Katrina Fisk,
the 2009 Miss Teen San Gabriel.
What a lovely couple.
Luke Denning.
Expelled from Berkeley
for hacking the school server
and changing grades.
He had a full ride, too.
Mr. Cooper.
Our newcomer.
According to the records
of Mercer High School
in Trenton, New Jersey,
you dropped out
in tenth grade.
You never told me
you were a dropout.
I couldn't find
your mother, though.
She liked living off the grid.
Which leaves...
Mr. Huntley.
You know, there are
15 Ben Huntleys in the country,
and not one of them is you.
I knifed a guy
in a bar fight when I was 19.
II was facing more time
than I could handle,
so I jumped bail.
II've been Ben Huntley
ever since.
I swear I had nothing to
do with any of this.
But who am I actually looking at
right now?
Kevin Barnes. From Phoenix.
I sure wish
you hadn't lied to me...
Kevin Barnes
from Phoenix. Please.
I swear I had nothing...
A liar is a liar...
Kevin.
Anyone else have a secret
they would like to share?
'Cause I still have a lot
of unanswered questions.
It's the list of cars
SIS thinks Richter stole.
But they all went dark
the day they were heisted
and never came back on. OnStar,
LoJack, all that on alert?
- Yep.
- Anything?
Nothing but crickets.
So, I ran into our friend Cole.
He's, pretty oldschool.
I don't think he's a fan
of women in SWAT.
He said that?
Well, he let it be known
in his own way. He's
still in the building?
What are you guys talking about?
I asked Deacon
to look into your climbing eval.
Look, I don't think Cole
gave you a very fair shake
out on that wall. No way.
Next you'll tell me
there's no Santa Claus?
Don't worry about it.
I'm gonna have a little chat with him.
You mean, like,
mantoman? Tell him to stop
picking on little girls, right?
He misevaluated
a member of my team,
and I'm not having that.
How do you know?
You weren't there.
You think I'm not used
to this game?
I don't need him to tell me
what I'm capable of,
and the last thing I want
is him thinking that
I came crying to you about it.
She's right.
Confidence is silent.
Insecurity is loud.
See? The shrink gets it.
All right,
I hear you, I do.
In my hood, we used to say
"real Gs move in silence."
I'm just not sure this is the
right time for all that, Wendy.
I got your message
about the boy.
Trauma like he went through
affects brain chemistry.
It reduces cortisol levels,
hippocampal volumes.
He's wrestling with a lot.
Are you saying he
needs medication?
Not necessarily.
If he can recognize the symptoms
and face them headon,
his brain should recover
back to baseline on its own.
He's pretty closed up about it.
Do you mind if I introduce you,
let you feel him out a bit?
Well, I got no cops
with daddy issues
until tomorrow morning, so sure.
Come on.
Raymont.
I want to introduce you
to an old friend of mine.
Hi, I'm Wendy.
Listen, I'm gonna be
caught up for a while,
but Wendy here
has PS4 in her office.
Says you can use it.
I play a pretty mean
NBA 2K if you're interested.
You like a therapist or something?
Guys around here
need someone to talk to
every now and then.
I mostly just listen.
I don't need a head doctor.
I ain't saying you do.
Wendy's the only one
with 2K, so...
take it or leave it.
Hondo.
Got you a present.
Leader of the Rosemead Mafia.
Hey.
I got ten bucks says
you can't beat her.
I found this punk
at his sister's.
Wasn't exactly hiding, either.
Was arming his crew for battle.
Getting ready
for when Richter comes?
No idea what you're
talking about.
Look, man, you can play stupid
if you want to,
but you better understand
that Richter's
not gonna come at you headon.
You sent shooters
to try and kill him.
You pissed him off.
He's gonna want
to make you hurt.
He'll go after your family.
How many kids you got?
Or did God do everyone a favor
and make you sterile?
Tell you what.
You help me find Richter,
I'll take him out for you.
Or we can just wait
till he slaughters you
and all your loved ones.
Either way, I get to sleep
in my own bed tonight.
We know you and your boys
crashed his buy.
Now, how'd you find out
about it?
Off the record?
This ebonyivory couple
comes to me this morning
saying they source for Richter
but they'd rather do
business with me.
I tell 'em to get lost,
but then they say Richter's
planning to cut me out.
Say he's dealing
with some new guy.
Cooper.
Okay, so, what's the deal?
You take Richter
and the newbie out,
and they start
sourcing cars for you?
I thought they were full of it,
but the details tracked, so...
Tracked how?
Same MO and same part of town
as the deals I made
with Richter.
Santa Fe Springs, Pico Rivera.
Richter got a place out there?
He's got a spot he calls
the Templo,
but no one's seen it.
Or, if they do,
they never make it back
to talk about it.
I'm guessing none of this
is what you signed up for?
Is he gonna do that to us, too?
Want the truth,
or you want a bedtime story?
Unless we find a way
out of here,
we're all gonna die.
Okay, what do we do?
Start by calming down.
You should tell me
how you got the name "Whip."
My brother.
He used to make me
do his homework.
He'd say, "Come on",
"you're smart as a whip.
Whip it out.
Whip out that homework, Whip."
He sounds annoying. Yeah.
He is.
But he looks out for me.
Even told me hooking up
with this bunch was a bad idea.
I never had a big brother,
but I got this guy I work with,
likes to act like one.
I get the feeling
he's not too crazy
about me getting into
this whole mess, either.
You know what he'd say
if he was here?
That you should have
finished high school?
That I should trust my gut.
And right now my gut tells me
that you're the only one
who can get us out of here.
See that car
at the end of the building?
There's a GPS unit, yeah?
Any way to hack it?
Get a message out?
Not like an email.
But there should be
a builtin distress signal.
You get the car back on line,
activate the signal.
But someone
has to be looking for it.
Someone's looking.
How long would it take?
You serious about trying this?
I'm gonna tell you something
that could get me killed.
But if you trust me,
I can get us
both out of here in one piece.
It was you?
You tipped off
the Rosemead Mafia?
I'm pretty sure it was them.
They had the most to gain,
and they've been acting guilty
this whole time.
How do you know that?
'Cause I'm a cop.
Those police
that were there today,
they were with me.
I'm SWAT.
Now, you can blow my cover
and watch me die,
or you can help me
get us out of here.
Okay.
Be ready to move.
You know I'm gonna have your ass
for getting me into this, right?
What did you say?
You're the one who sicced
those Rosemead punks onto us.
You wanted Richter's business
all to yourself.
You better shut your mouth, son.
Tell me it isn't true.
I'm not dying here
for a couple of doublecrossers.
Enough.
I want to see Richter.
These two are the rats.
Say that again
and I'll kill you.
Sit down and shut up.
Where's the kid?
We can thank Mumford
for our first good lead
on finding Street.
Just want the kid back.
Miss giving him crap.
These dots are where
Richter made the deals
with the Rosemead Mafia.
His Temp ought to be
somewhere around here.
Any of that paperwork link
to buildings in this area?
Don't think it has to.
One of, Richter's cars
just came back on line,
and it's right here.
Right in the middle
of the hot zone.
Let's go get him.
All right, we got three loading
docks flanked by service doors
along the front wall.
One dock with a ramp.
No points of entry on the other sides.
Means we got to go in hot.
- And blind.
- I could scale it,
drop in through one of the
skylights, get eyes in there.
It's a 30foot wall. No
gear, no harness. And?
Unless you agree
with Officer Cole.
I found him hiding
behind your car.
So much deceit.
It's impossible
to separate the lies.
And so,
I've made my decision.
Equal punishment...
for all.
You were just gonna
drive off in my car?!
I made him do it.
Told him the car
was bulletproof,
if he got it started,
we could bust out of here.
Kid's innocent. He
doesn't belong here.
You disappoint me, Mr. Cooper,
roping in a child
to do your dirty work.
That earns you
special treatment.
You won't believe how much
that hurts in a minute.
He's just a scared kid. He had
nothing to do with any of this.
Hey!
They did.
In position. On my go.
You have proof?
Hell, no!
I know you're gonna kill us all.
Just don't start with the kid.
Please.
As you wish.
Luca, go!
Get down!
Whoa! Police!
Hold it right there!
Get down!
Get down!
SWAT! Get down!
Stay right there.
Owe you one, buddy.
30David to Command.
- Street.
- All secured.
Hey.
Hey.
Good job.
Nice to see you back
in one piece.
Yeah, kid tried to
get himself killed.
Couldn't even do that right.
Give him time.
Hey, here's our friend
Officer Cole.
Want me to talk to
him, tell him how
Chris kicked ass today?
Nah, he's a waste of breath.
He's on my list, though.
He'll be seeing me soon enough.
Congrats.
Hey, Richter's highend rides...
When are they getting
transferred to the impound lot?
Tomorrow morning. Why?
I just want to get
a couple pictures.
On a cop's salary, it's probably
as close to one of those
as I'm ever gonna get, you know?
Hey, boot?
You might want to hit the ATM.
You're gonna buy
a few rounds tonight.
Yeah! Get to it!
You got it!
All right.
Get over here.
You got him back.
Thanks for making me look
like a good captain.
Richter wouldn't be in jail
if you hadn't made that call.
Thanks for trusting my team.
How'd you get that shot off?
I always block those.
You're too aggressive on D.
I just Eurostep.
Doubletap X, no turbo.
Come on now, Wendy. Don't tell
me you're letting the kid win.
Didn't warn me he's a hustler.
Sorry I left you
hanging so long.
You owe me ten bucks. Okay.
Grab your stuff.
I got to get you home.
You owe me a rematch.
You know you shouldn't be
beating up on girls.
You learn anything?
He's got a lot going on inside.
Trouble is, he thinks that's
where it's supposed to stay.
You know, he kind of
reminds me of someone.
Real Gs move in silence, right?
Touché.
I appreciate you
taking the time.
Awfully quiet over there.
You have a good talk with Wendy?
Nah, we just played.
Said you've known each other
a long time, though.
That we have.
She helped me through
a really rough time
when I was new to the force.
What happened?
I didn't start out in SWAT.
Nobody does.
First few years in uniform,
you got to pay a lot of dues.
Spend a lot of hours
in a squad car,
and you write a gang of tickets.
But I was pretty lucky 'cause...
I got to ride around
with one of the funniest cats
this world has ever known...
My partner Robbie.
I mean, this dude...
This dude could make you laugh.
He'd make you laugh
on your worst day.
One day, we were writing
citations on Venice Boulevard.
We had a guy pulled
over for expired tags.
Trust me, that's the type of
thing every cop hates doing.
Robbie was at the
driver's side window.
I was at the passenger rear.
And this black truck...
just came flying into the
right lane and hit Robbie.
Clipped him at 60 miles an hour.
He die?
Right in front of me.
Raymont, you wear
a gun and a badge,
you expect to be
in danger, but...
we were just writing tickets.
So, did you get
the guy in the truck?
No.
He got away?
And that haunted me.
So what did you do?
I suffered...
till it damn near broke me.
But then I did the one thing
that guys like you and me
are taught to never do.
I asked for help.
Wendy's the one
who gave it to me.
I have dreams
where I never make it.
I'm just lying there
on the street, shot.
Bleeding.
And I know I'm gonna die.
That's why I got the gun.
It just feels safe
to have it there,
and I don't want to die.
Wendy used to tell me
that the pieces
that were hurting inside
worked like broken bones.
If you treat 'em
right, they'll heal.
If you don't, that pain's
only gonna get worse.
I'm not sure I'm up for
sitting around with a shrink.
How about sitting around
with me from time to time?
Okay.
Yeah?
Okay.
Hey,
go hug your mom.
Nothing's out of reach,
you cocky son of a...
Push it to the limit
if you wanna win it
Harbor no room for the weak,
nor the timid
Bit too long, you got
accustomed to the gimmicks
It's like they don't care
that the real is at the finish
No blemish, no honor
Let the flutes go,
the snake charmer, God
The kingpin of
every street corner
You can't say I didn't
ever warn ya, yeah...
Push it.
Out. Now.
Move! Okay, okay.
On your knees.
One, two, three. Eyes on me.
Stop!
Why the hell did you kill him?
I didn't like how he
looked at her.
You told me I was
gonna race the winner.
Not watch you cap some trucker.
And you told us you
wanted to do business.
Now we got blood ties.
Okay.
GPS systems are offline,
just killing the cell interfaces
and we're good to go.
You're a genius, Whip.
If I warned you, you
wouldn't have come.
You want us to trust you? We
needed to know that you legit.
I'm just here to cut
a deal, okay?
I didn't sign up for murder.
Our broker
isn't a man eager
to meet new people.
And like I said, he's already
got a buyer for China.
Then why the hell am I here? We're
sticking our necks our for you on this.
Try to appreciate it.
You make the deal happen,
I'll make sure
everybody gets paid.
Wait for a call from Juergen.
Be ready to go
where he tells you.
Juergen Richter?
That's your broker? I told you.
We ain't messing around.
What's up, youngster?
Looking good, Raymont.
How are you healing up?
I'm all right.
My mom call you or something?
She did.
Is that all right? Yeah.
I guess so.
Mom!
How's school? Getting any love
for that scar?
Nah. Just questions.
All right, wait till
you get to college.
Story like that, you're gonna be
big man on campus. Trust me.
If I still decide to go.
Hondo.
Thanks for coming by.
Raymont, get your books
for school.
You are gonna miss home room.
Little rough lately?
When your boy gets shot by SWAT,
you don't expect it to be easy,
but Raymont is sliding.
I mean, physically,
he's doing great.
Mentally, it takes time.
Raymont doesn't have time.
He's got college
applications, exams.
The way I see it?
Your people did the
damage inside and out.
Your job to make it right.
100%. I'm not gonna
let him slide off track.
He barely eats.
Nightmares.
And yesterday I found this.
Under his bed.
He know you found it?
It's loaded.
The numbers are scratched off,
which means he bought it
on the street from people he
shouldn't be associating with.
The son I knew
before he was shot
would never bring home a gun.
Okay, okay. I understand.
But listen to me.
I'm gonna hold on to this.
And I know he's got
to get off to school,
but you bring him by SWAT
afterwards and I'll talk to him.
Thank you.
He likes you.
Not just because
you saved his life.
He thinks you're good people.
Yeah. What's up, Street?
If I'd gotten there ten seconds
sooner, I could've stopped it.
What were you doing there
in the first place?
It's an old undercover gig
from Long Beach.
He told me about it
a half hour ago.
I was working
these street racers.
The ones jacking luxury cars?
I read about it in your file.
I thought that case went cold.
It did.
I'd sold myself as a buyer
looking to ship
the rides to China.
Then they told me their broker
had another guy.
I didn't hear from them
for a couple months.
I thought it was dead.
And then last night, they
spot me at this bar I like.
It's a miracle my cover
held, and they tell me
they got a deal
that I can't pass up.
So, Street decides
that leaping in
without notifying anyone
was a smart plan.
I didn't have time.
What was I gonna do?
Call with them watching?
And now you've witnessed
a murder.
So, why isn't this crew
in custody?
Because of who they're
in business with.
Juergen Richter.
The Juergen Richter.
If I'd known he was tied in,
I would've never
let the case go cold.
Guy is top dog in highend
stolen goods.
Cars, art, diamonds.
- Moves more volume than Amazon.
- I know him.
SIS has been trying to build
a case for years.
Yeah, along with FBI, DOJ
and every other agency
with initials.
Yeah, but nothing sticks.
He's smart, Street.
He keeps a tight circle.
Anyone he thinks might
flip on him gets got.
Except me.
You haven't met him yet.
The last guy the feds
were working for intel...
Rumor is, Richter gutted him.
Personally.
Some people think
he's got connections
inside the department.
Tip him off when the heat's on.
Well, then now's our chance.
No one outside SWAT
knows about this,
and any minute he's gonna
call me to set a meet.
I agree to take the cars,
we nail him at the buy.
Richter will pick a spot
that he's already staked out.
That won't give us time
to set up anything,
and we'll be lucky
to keep eyes on Street.
I know I've had a
bumpy start here.
Let me make up for it.
I'm giving you a chance
to bust Juergen Richter.
You're really gonna
say no to that?
Give us a minute.
Richter's major. No doubt.
But there's a lot of variables
in this we can't control,
the biggest one being Street.
You don't think he's up for it?
I think he's come a long way.
I think he's smart,
but he's way overconfident,
unpredictable,
and a gig like this
can go sideways real fast.
If it were you going in,
you'd still be against it?
I'll clear it with Long Beach,
but won't mention Richter
to be safe.
You're asking a lot of this kid.
Street is SWAT.
I have to trust my people
in the field.
All right, I'll coach him up.
I'll get him ready.
Nice climb.
Thanks, back there.
You think he's gonna pass us?
Photos were pulled from failed
cases against Richter.
This dude is slippery as hell.
Everybody knows he's dirty, but
no one's been able to prove it.
He's made a career
out of escaping police stings.
Sergeant Harrelson?
Warren, what's up, man?
Warren here was Richter's
parole officer years back.
Only man we've been
able to track down
who had inperson contact.
I work private security now.
Never forgot Juergen Richter,
though. Strange dude.
Warren, what can you tell us about Richter?
Smart as hell.
But he's into this Brazilian
spiritism thing.
- Like a religion?
- More like a cult.
He talked about things
like his spirit crew and
human sacrifice rituals.
Yeah, well, that's not spooky
at all.
You want to get into
business with Richter,
you have to let him think
he knows you.
Okay. How do I do that?
Eye contact.
He likes a lot of it,
like he can read you somehow.
And he'll try and see if he can
make you slip up,
so expect a lot
of awkward pauses.
Kind of like
a typical day for you.
Except, don't drink.
Richter doesn't respect people
who poison their bodies.
Yeah.
I'll be there.
Jake and Ike's in an hour.
The cop joint?
Probably gets off
knowing they can ID him
but don't have the dirt
to arrest him.
And a diner full of police is
the last place
an undercover would want to meet.
Yeah.
It's your first test.
All right, Tan and Luca
will have your tail.
If you get into trouble,
they'll bail you out.
Relax, boss.
I'm bringing my
spirit crew as backup.
You're gonna need
more than a few jokes
to pull one over
on this guy, Street.
I logged a lot of
hours in plain clothes
and I know how easy it is
for things to go sideways.
I worked some covert
in Long Beach.
I've done this before.
Not on my team you haven't,
and not up against
somebody like this.
Okay.
Any advice? I'm all ears. First,
lay off the humor. A guy who
makes light of everything
usually has something to hide,
and don't go running your mouth.
The more you talk, the
more chances you have
of making mistakes.
You're really
worried about this.
Richter is no joke.
This is as real as it gets.
If you think you're
in trouble, you are.
Don't wait around to be sure,
you get the hell out of there.
I won't let you down.
I know you won't.
Cortez and I
wouldn't be putting you in
if we weren't sure of it.
Not easy
staying behind
while other people head off
into danger, is it?
Thanks.
Mr. Cooper.
Kind of you to join me.
I appreciate
you making the time.
Beer?
No, thank you.
I'm having one.
No offense,
but I'm here to do business,
not to get buzzed.
Tell me, how is it that life...
brings you to this restaurant?
Certainly
there were other things
you could have chosen
to do with your life?
Why this?
My mother.
So this is a family business.
No.
But she always had
survival skills,
and I've done my best
to learn from them.
I knew from a young age,
if I was gonna get ahead,
I have to pick what game to play
and figure out how to bend
the rules to my advantage.
And you picked this one?
It picked me.
Always dug cars.
Love the adrenaline.
And how does
your mother feel about that?
Hey, Jimmy.
Wallace!
Hey, man. How long's it been?
Interesting meetup spot.
I feel safer
surrounded by L.A.'s finest.
Don't you?
Depends on the circumstances.
I suppose it does.
You were just about to tell me
if you and your mother
are still close.
She died when I was 12.
My father
finally got the better of her.
But I still turn
to her for advice.
She's still part of
every decision I make.
So, in that sense,
yeah, we're close.
If I provide transportation
to the harbor,
do you have a ship ready
to receive your purchase?
Absolutely.
Well, damn.
You bite that thing any harder,
it might just bite you back.
I read your
Climbing Cadre evaluation.
Nothing new, I just...
just have to push myself
harder next time.
Deac.
Says she alternated between
indecision and recklessness.
Took unnecessary risks. Come on.
We've seen her climb.
She's good.
Yeah.
You know this instructor
out of Metro,
Tom Cole? Sure.
Yeah, he's tried out for SWAT
a couple times.
He never made it.
But he's always been cool to me.
Feel him out, will you?
See if you can find out
what happened on that wall.
Hondo?
Luanne.
Hey.
What's up, kid?
I'm glad you guys could make it.
Why don't I leave
you two to catch up a bit?
All right, sounds good.
I'll bring him home
when he gets sick of me.
Thanks.
Hey.
You hungry?
Want something to eat?
Raymont.
I'm Deacon.
It's an honor to meet you.
If you ever need anything,
you got every officer
in this department
at your service.
You know you're lucky, right?
I don't share my lunch
with just anybody.
All right, so what's this
about you maybe not
going to college?
Just haven't decided yet.
You know you want that.
Raymont, you got the grades.
Wasn't college always the plan?
I get it,
you've been through a lot,
and it takes time to adjust.
But you can't let life's punches
knock you off track.
They're not.
You want to tell me
about the gun, then?
She found it?
Look, I know my mom
thinks you can help,
but I don't need it. I'm good.
You're a 17yearold kid
sleeping with a loaded gun
under your bed.
It's all right to admit
you're scared after being shot.
That's got nothing to do
with it.
So, what do you plan
on doing with the gun?
Somebody giving you problems?
Street's back. The buy's
going down in two hours.
Go ahead.
I need to start my homework,
anyway.
To be continued.
This is a scenario Richter's
played out a thousand times.
The vehicles will arrive
preloaded
in a shipping container,
so we shouldn't have rabbits
in race cars.
We need more time to plan this.
Two hours is all I could get us.
But Richter's in.
This is our shot at him.
All right, we cover the ins
and outs.
Chris, you're Sierra One here.
Tan, Sierra Two here.
You set up sniper positions,
wait for my command.
Deac, Luca.
You're in the Charger here.
I'll be on the ground
right here.
We set up a code five
for the area.
Mumford, you and your team
maintain a perimeter.
Could use some unis to
tighten the net. No.
We can't take the chance
Richter spots them. We hold
until Street makes the exchange.
We go on my signal.
Any questions?
- How big a crew are we expecting?
- Minimal.
Richter keeps things tight.
Three, maybe four guys.
That said,
it's risk management time.
They are not gonna be
happy when they see us.
Job one is getting.
Street out safe. Chris and Tan.
You see any weapons
swing his way, you take down
whoever's got 'em.
Understood. Let's do this.
Weapons, phones.
Anything with a chip, a blade
or a trigger.
Sweet ride. Customized
to make 840horsepower.
Not exactly street legal,
so don't tell anyone.
I always dreamt
of taking a car like that
out for a spin.
You know, some things in life
are simply out of reach.
Everything exactly as promised.
And the payments?
On my go.
Luca, roll in! Get in the car.
Who the hell are these guys?
Some other crew's
shooting up the place.
Richter's getting away
with Street.
Luca, you on Street?
Negative. I don't know
what he's got under that hood,
but I lost him out of the lot.
Never had a chance.
Mumford, anything?
Negative, Hondo.
Didn't come our way.
The gunmen were Rosemead Mafia,
part of the Chinese
crime syndicate.
Best guess is Richter
was selling wheels to them
before Street showed up
and squeezed them out.
Mumford, coordinate
with Gang Task Force.
Get me the Rosemead leader.
I'm also gonna find out
who tipped them off
and if they know
where Richter's hiding.
Whatever it takes
to get our man back.
Come on.
We've also sent unis
to look for the crew.
Street was with when
they killed the trucker,
see how they tie in.
He launders money
through legit businesses,
so we try and track him
through those.
He moves a lot of stolen cars.
If he held on to any,
we might find him that way. SIS
is making a list of vehicles
they think he's
had his hands on.
So, why aren't we wide
with this?
Every cop in the city
looking for him.
Far as we know,
his cover's holding.
We go wide, it only takes one
cop in Richter's back pocket
to expose Street.
There are plenty of whispers
about his connections
to the police.
They say we're the best.
Time to prove it.
Just let me
contact my people. I can prove
I had nothing to do with this.
I have my own ways
of determining
who's responsible, Mr. Cooper.
Is he the reason we're here?
If Cooper screwed this up...
Shut up.
Ten years,
not one incident.
And now Rosemead and cops
show up
on the same deal?
Until I connect the dots,
no one leaves.
That mother you turn
to for guidance...
what's her name?
Alice.
Your mother's name
is Alice Cooper?
She was born before
the singer got famous.
What do you care?
Maybe she can be of assistance.
Say hello for me.
Anything?
If I had something,
I would've told you.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. We just keep
running into walls.
Richter owns two shipment
companies, but the offices
are in Miami and São Paulo.
He's got no car registration,
no local addresses... Hey.
Guy doesn't even file taxes
in California.
No good news on my end, either.
Metro can't locate
a single one of the crew
that was with Street
when the trucker got killed.
Richter's probably got 'em,
trying to find the rat
who blew up his sale.
At least that means
he doesn't suspect Street yet.
And I am the one who's sorry.
I sent him in against your advice.
You trusted an officer
to do his job. I'm the one
who lost him in the field.
You walked into an ambush.
It's my job to expect surprises.
How are you holding up?
I'm not too good at the sitting
and waiting thing.
I saw a kid in the kitchen
who's been lost in his homework
for the past few hours.
He could use your help.
Calculus?
I'm working through the proof
to V = 4/3 pi r squared.
Volume of a sphere.
I always loved math.
English, I mean,
that class drove me crazy,
but math was always...
reliable.
I like it, too.
That's the same kind
as the one you took in the back.
It's amazing
how something so tiny
can cause so much damage.
But carrying a gun doesn't
always make you safer, Raymont.
In fact, the opposite is true.
You carry one.
And I get shot at a lot, too.
You want to tell me
what's going on with you?
It's not your job
to fix me, okay?
Just let me do my homework.
Tommy Cole.
How you been?
Hey, Deac.
Just congratulating Baker here
on his climbing certification.
Well done, Baker.
I hear Cole's tough
on you guys out there.
Yeah, he puts us
through our paces.
I got to run.
Good kid.
Could lead his own team one day.
If they ever get back to giving
20Davids to guys like him.
Well, time will tell. You know,
a lot of us don't think
what they did to you was right.
Promotion
should have been yours.
I appreciate that,
but, I'm doing okay.
For what it's worth,
I feel your pain.
Most of the officers
that were promoted to SWAT
over me?
Let's just say
they check all the right boxes
in the mayor's office.
So, what happened
to my girl out there?
Saw you dinged her.
She had a shot.
She took too many chances
on the wall
trying to make up
for physical limitations.
They want me to grade everybody
on the same scale, so...
But she passed Explosive Breach
and Sniper Cadres just fine.
Pulling triggers
and setting bombs doesn't call
for the same physicality.
You know what I mean?
Look, I don't get to wear
the SWAT uniform like you do,
but that doesn't mean
I don't do what I can
to protect what it stands for.
Right?
Right.
Bad news.
It appears one of you
is not who you claim to be.
The spirits sensed it
and I confirmed it.
Dennis "Double Clutch" Collins.
San Dimas High School
class of '08.
And Katrina Fisk,
the 2009 Miss Teen San Gabriel.
What a lovely couple.
Luke Denning.
Expelled from Berkeley
for hacking the school server
and changing grades.
He had a full ride, too.
Mr. Cooper.
Our newcomer.
According to the records
of Mercer High School
in Trenton, New Jersey,
you dropped out
in tenth grade.
You never told me
you were a dropout.
I couldn't find
your mother, though.
She liked living off the grid.
Which leaves...
Mr. Huntley.
You know, there are
15 Ben Huntleys in the country,
and not one of them is you.
I knifed a guy
in a bar fight when I was 19.
II was facing more time
than I could handle,
so I jumped bail.
II've been Ben Huntley
ever since.
I swear I had nothing to
do with any of this.
But who am I actually looking at
right now?
Kevin Barnes. From Phoenix.
I sure wish
you hadn't lied to me...
Kevin Barnes
from Phoenix. Please.
I swear I had nothing...
A liar is a liar...
Kevin.
Anyone else have a secret
they would like to share?
'Cause I still have a lot
of unanswered questions.
It's the list of cars
SIS thinks Richter stole.
But they all went dark
the day they were heisted
and never came back on. OnStar,
LoJack, all that on alert?
- Yep.
- Anything?
Nothing but crickets.
So, I ran into our friend Cole.
He's, pretty oldschool.
I don't think he's a fan
of women in SWAT.
He said that?
Well, he let it be known
in his own way. He's
still in the building?
What are you guys talking about?
I asked Deacon
to look into your climbing eval.
Look, I don't think Cole
gave you a very fair shake
out on that wall. No way.
Next you'll tell me
there's no Santa Claus?
Don't worry about it.
I'm gonna have a little chat with him.
You mean, like,
mantoman? Tell him to stop
picking on little girls, right?
He misevaluated
a member of my team,
and I'm not having that.
How do you know?
You weren't there.
You think I'm not used
to this game?
I don't need him to tell me
what I'm capable of,
and the last thing I want
is him thinking that
I came crying to you about it.
She's right.
Confidence is silent.
Insecurity is loud.
See? The shrink gets it.
All right,
I hear you, I do.
In my hood, we used to say
"real Gs move in silence."
I'm just not sure this is the
right time for all that, Wendy.
I got your message
about the boy.
Trauma like he went through
affects brain chemistry.
It reduces cortisol levels,
hippocampal volumes.
He's wrestling with a lot.
Are you saying he
needs medication?
Not necessarily.
If he can recognize the symptoms
and face them headon,
his brain should recover
back to baseline on its own.
He's pretty closed up about it.
Do you mind if I introduce you,
let you feel him out a bit?
Well, I got no cops
with daddy issues
until tomorrow morning, so sure.
Come on.
Raymont.
I want to introduce you
to an old friend of mine.
Hi, I'm Wendy.
Listen, I'm gonna be
caught up for a while,
but Wendy here
has PS4 in her office.
Says you can use it.
I play a pretty mean
NBA 2K if you're interested.
You like a therapist or something?
Guys around here
need someone to talk to
every now and then.
I mostly just listen.
I don't need a head doctor.
I ain't saying you do.
Wendy's the only one
with 2K, so...
take it or leave it.
Hondo.
Got you a present.
Leader of the Rosemead Mafia.
Hey.
I got ten bucks says
you can't beat her.
I found this punk
at his sister's.
Wasn't exactly hiding, either.
Was arming his crew for battle.
Getting ready
for when Richter comes?
No idea what you're
talking about.
Look, man, you can play stupid
if you want to,
but you better understand
that Richter's
not gonna come at you headon.
You sent shooters
to try and kill him.
You pissed him off.
He's gonna want
to make you hurt.
He'll go after your family.
How many kids you got?
Or did God do everyone a favor
and make you sterile?
Tell you what.
You help me find Richter,
I'll take him out for you.
Or we can just wait
till he slaughters you
and all your loved ones.
Either way, I get to sleep
in my own bed tonight.
We know you and your boys
crashed his buy.
Now, how'd you find out
about it?
Off the record?
This ebonyivory couple
comes to me this morning
saying they source for Richter
but they'd rather do
business with me.
I tell 'em to get lost,
but then they say Richter's
planning to cut me out.
Say he's dealing
with some new guy.
Cooper.
Okay, so, what's the deal?
You take Richter
and the newbie out,
and they start
sourcing cars for you?
I thought they were full of it,
but the details tracked, so...
Tracked how?
Same MO and same part of town
as the deals I made
with Richter.
Santa Fe Springs, Pico Rivera.
Richter got a place out there?
He's got a spot he calls
the Templo,
but no one's seen it.
Or, if they do,
they never make it back
to talk about it.
I'm guessing none of this
is what you signed up for?
Is he gonna do that to us, too?
Want the truth,
or you want a bedtime story?
Unless we find a way
out of here,
we're all gonna die.
Okay, what do we do?
Start by calming down.
You should tell me
how you got the name "Whip."
My brother.
He used to make me
do his homework.
He'd say, "Come on",
"you're smart as a whip.
Whip it out.
Whip out that homework, Whip."
He sounds annoying. Yeah.
He is.
But he looks out for me.
Even told me hooking up
with this bunch was a bad idea.
I never had a big brother,
but I got this guy I work with,
likes to act like one.
I get the feeling
he's not too crazy
about me getting into
this whole mess, either.
You know what he'd say
if he was here?
That you should have
finished high school?
That I should trust my gut.
And right now my gut tells me
that you're the only one
who can get us out of here.
See that car
at the end of the building?
There's a GPS unit, yeah?
Any way to hack it?
Get a message out?
Not like an email.
But there should be
a builtin distress signal.
You get the car back on line,
activate the signal.
But someone
has to be looking for it.
Someone's looking.
How long would it take?
You serious about trying this?
I'm gonna tell you something
that could get me killed.
But if you trust me,
I can get us
both out of here in one piece.
It was you?
You tipped off
the Rosemead Mafia?
I'm pretty sure it was them.
They had the most to gain,
and they've been acting guilty
this whole time.
How do you know that?
'Cause I'm a cop.
Those police
that were there today,
they were with me.
I'm SWAT.
Now, you can blow my cover
and watch me die,
or you can help me
get us out of here.
Okay.
Be ready to move.
You know I'm gonna have your ass
for getting me into this, right?
What did you say?
You're the one who sicced
those Rosemead punks onto us.
You wanted Richter's business
all to yourself.
You better shut your mouth, son.
Tell me it isn't true.
I'm not dying here
for a couple of doublecrossers.
Enough.
I want to see Richter.
These two are the rats.
Say that again
and I'll kill you.
Sit down and shut up.
Where's the kid?
We can thank Mumford
for our first good lead
on finding Street.
Just want the kid back.
Miss giving him crap.
These dots are where
Richter made the deals
with the Rosemead Mafia.
His Temp ought to be
somewhere around here.
Any of that paperwork link
to buildings in this area?
Don't think it has to.
One of, Richter's cars
just came back on line,
and it's right here.
Right in the middle
of the hot zone.
Let's go get him.
All right, we got three loading
docks flanked by service doors
along the front wall.
One dock with a ramp.
No points of entry on the other sides.
Means we got to go in hot.
- And blind.
- I could scale it,
drop in through one of the
skylights, get eyes in there.
It's a 30foot wall. No
gear, no harness. And?
Unless you agree
with Officer Cole.
I found him hiding
behind your car.
So much deceit.
It's impossible
to separate the lies.
And so,
I've made my decision.
Equal punishment...
for all.
You were just gonna
drive off in my car?!
I made him do it.
Told him the car
was bulletproof,
if he got it started,
we could bust out of here.
Kid's innocent. He
doesn't belong here.
You disappoint me, Mr. Cooper,
roping in a child
to do your dirty work.
That earns you
special treatment.
You won't believe how much
that hurts in a minute.
He's just a scared kid. He had
nothing to do with any of this.
Hey!
They did.
In position. On my go.
You have proof?
Hell, no!
I know you're gonna kill us all.
Just don't start with the kid.
Please.
As you wish.
Luca, go!
Get down!
Whoa! Police!
Hold it right there!
Get down!
Get down!
SWAT! Get down!
Stay right there.
Owe you one, buddy.
30David to Command.
- Street.
- All secured.
Hey.
Hey.
Good job.
Nice to see you back
in one piece.
Yeah, kid tried to
get himself killed.
Couldn't even do that right.
Give him time.
Hey, here's our friend
Officer Cole.
Want me to talk to
him, tell him how
Chris kicked ass today?
Nah, he's a waste of breath.
He's on my list, though.
He'll be seeing me soon enough.
Congrats.
Hey, Richter's highend rides...
When are they getting
transferred to the impound lot?
Tomorrow morning. Why?
I just want to get
a couple pictures.
On a cop's salary, it's probably
as close to one of those
as I'm ever gonna get, you know?
Hey, boot?
You might want to hit the ATM.
You're gonna buy
a few rounds tonight.
Yeah! Get to it!
You got it!
All right.
Get over here.
You got him back.
Thanks for making me look
like a good captain.
Richter wouldn't be in jail
if you hadn't made that call.
Thanks for trusting my team.
How'd you get that shot off?
I always block those.
You're too aggressive on D.
I just Eurostep.
Doubletap X, no turbo.
Come on now, Wendy. Don't tell
me you're letting the kid win.
Didn't warn me he's a hustler.
Sorry I left you
hanging so long.
You owe me ten bucks. Okay.
Grab your stuff.
I got to get you home.
You owe me a rematch.
You know you shouldn't be
beating up on girls.
You learn anything?
He's got a lot going on inside.
Trouble is, he thinks that's
where it's supposed to stay.
You know, he kind of
reminds me of someone.
Real Gs move in silence, right?
Touché.
I appreciate you
taking the time.
Awfully quiet over there.
You have a good talk with Wendy?
Nah, we just played.
Said you've known each other
a long time, though.
That we have.
She helped me through
a really rough time
when I was new to the force.
What happened?
I didn't start out in SWAT.
Nobody does.
First few years in uniform,
you got to pay a lot of dues.
Spend a lot of hours
in a squad car,
and you write a gang of tickets.
But I was pretty lucky 'cause...
I got to ride around
with one of the funniest cats
this world has ever known...
My partner Robbie.
I mean, this dude...
This dude could make you laugh.
He'd make you laugh
on your worst day.
One day, we were writing
citations on Venice Boulevard.
We had a guy pulled
over for expired tags.
Trust me, that's the type of
thing every cop hates doing.
Robbie was at the
driver's side window.
I was at the passenger rear.
And this black truck...
just came flying into the
right lane and hit Robbie.
Clipped him at 60 miles an hour.
He die?
Right in front of me.
Raymont, you wear
a gun and a badge,
you expect to be
in danger, but...
we were just writing tickets.
So, did you get
the guy in the truck?
No.
He got away?
And that haunted me.
So what did you do?
I suffered...
till it damn near broke me.
But then I did the one thing
that guys like you and me
are taught to never do.
I asked for help.
Wendy's the one
who gave it to me.
I have dreams
where I never make it.
I'm just lying there
on the street, shot.
Bleeding.
And I know I'm gonna die.
That's why I got the gun.
It just feels safe
to have it there,
and I don't want to die.
Wendy used to tell me
that the pieces
that were hurting inside
worked like broken bones.
If you treat 'em
right, they'll heal.
If you don't, that pain's
only gonna get worse.
I'm not sure I'm up for
sitting around with a shrink.
How about sitting around
with me from time to time?
Okay.
Yeah?
Okay.
Hey,
go hug your mom.
Nothing's out of reach,
you cocky son of a...