S.W.A.T.

Sergeants Harrelson and Becker.

You remember Lieutenant Detective Lynch from the mayor's office?

- Sure. Hello, ma'am. - Nice to see you again, Lieutenant.

- Sergeants. - It seems that SWAT has piqued

the interest of some of the powers that be in the city,

and they want Lieutenant Detective Lynch here

for the day to, um... how'd the memo put it?

Conduct a departmental review.

Past few days, I've been reading your strike reports

and personnel files in the city archives.

Boy, that was a test of my dust allergy.

And no question, SWAT deserves its rep as the best.

It's an expectation we welcome.

Now I'm ready for some firsthand

observation and conversation with boots on the ground.

Shall we start with you?

Yes, ma'am.

You can use the office across the hall.

Thanks, Commander.

Here to observe?

What do you think she and the mayor are really up to?

Well, three decades of policing tells me

it's not to conduct a review.

Maybe we're both just too cynical.

You know, it makes sense to me now why city hall's

been stonewalling me on hiring a new captain to replace Cortez.

CEOs don't get to pick new VPs

when a company's about to get taken over.

Lynch is here to take inventory.

You think city hall has new plans for SWAT?

Like what?

Exactly.

This one is a chile relleno.

It's a bell pepper stuffed with veggies and meat,

dipped in, uh... butter?

- Egg batter. - Egg batter. Right.

And then you fry it, and you want

to wash it down with tepache. Taste this, Deac.

It's pineapple.

It's tangy, but it's not sweet. It's good.

Top it off with, uh... what do you call these, uh,

- doughnut ball things again? - Buñuelitos.

- Buñuritos. - Buñuelitos.

Buñueliri... bun...

Yeah. Yeah. Xiomara,

this food is amazing.

You know, if I knew that Luca lived

two doors down from a five-star chef,

- I would've moved in a long time ago. - Check it out.

Mmm, mmm. You realize this smell's toying

with a bunch of hungry SWAT officers out there?

Think they're getting ready to breach.

Now, imagine these culinary treats

could come to you wherever you are

any day of the week.

- Like a delivery service? - Better.

Food truck, all right?

It's a prospectus I drew up.

All the facts and figures laid out right in here.

What it would take for us to start our own operation.

Guatemalan food is the only cuisine around

that's sweet, spicy and savory all in the same dish.

And with the way Xiomara cooks, man,

there's nothing like it out there. Trust me.

I know you know your food trucks.

Start-up costs run 60 grand... that's for a truck,

equipment, supplies.

I can front 35 grand.

If you four and Hondo throw in five each,

this could be a team investment.

I mean, look, we already put together

a menu, man... it's awesome.

Xiomara, how do you feel about taking on

- the foodie capital of the world? - He say so.

Look, I know I'm springing this on you guys out of the blue,

but just look it over, check it out, tell me what you think.

I mean, this could be the next big thing, man.

Transfer van is here.

Please have all transfer patients at the garage and ready.

You're so silly.

Look at her flirt.

Who do you think she's talking to?

Probably a boyfriend.

Probably. I mean, she's really pretty.

I like her, uh, lipstick.

I can get it for you.

If you do me a favor.

Oh. You took your medication, Bernice.

No. I need to use the toilet.

Rec time's almost over.

Can you hold it till the orderlies are back

to get everyone to their rooms?

Call you later, babe.

Okay.

Let's go, Bernice.

Come on.

Roll down your sleeves.

They're strict with the dress code here.

Let's go.

We have a 304-B in room 26.

Dr. Shannon, we have 304-B in room 26.

Get back in the room.

Ruth.

Who wants to have some fun?

20-David to Command.

We're on site at Martin West Psychiatric Hospital.

All right, remember, these people are not in their right mind.

Unless a life is in immediate danger,

we go with nonlethal force the whole way today.

This ain't over until everyone in there is safely restrained.

Deac, let's go, let's go.

Three, two, one.

Deac.

Chris, Street, you're with me.

Tan, you and me got Fight Club. You ready?

- Yup. - Move in. Move in. Go.

Break it up! Break it up!

That's enough, guys!

Everybody, put your hands behind your backs.

Do it now.

LAPD! Don't move!

Show me your hands.

Turn around.

This time I'm gonna do it, I swear.

What's your name?

Bernice.

Bernice, hey.

Nobody needs to get hurt.

Just turn around.

No!

LAPD.

We're just trying to get things settled down.

Can you put the brush down,

- turn around, please? - You like it?

Absolutely. Now, put the brush down, please.

Someone in Beverly Hills is gonna pay for my art one day.

No doubt. Now, just turn around, okay?

Especially when I'm dead.

How about you just place your hands on the wall?

Paint's still wet.

Behind your back, then.

No!

Give me your hand.

He's the last one.

Hey, look who passed with flying colors.

Ah-ha-ha-ha. Not even a little funny.

Hey, Street, you know we got to pay

- for our own dry cleaning, right? - Yes!

Hondo. Found that missing guard.

How'd all this get started?

The new custodian. I-I don't know his name.

He smuggled in weapons, got 'em all riled up.

Then he ran off with Ruth Pearson.

Ruth Pearson's a patient here?

For the past nine years, yeah.

Who's Ruth Pearson?

Wayne Pearson's widow.

They ran a cult together from a compound in Laurel Canyon years ago.

The one that planned that mass suicide, Virgo's Temple?

This is that cult leader's wife?

Ruth was as much the leader as her husband was,

only Wayne died that day and she didn't.

A lot of people got hurt because of what this couple did,

and no one was ever really held accountable.

What about Ruth?

D.A. didn't throw the book at her?

He tried, but it didn't go anywhere.

She's legally insane.

Who we dealing with?

So, Ruth Pearson and her husband

founded Virgo's Temple in the early '90s,

but by '99, it had turned into a full-blown doomsday cult.

When the world didn't end with Y2K,

Wayne just pushed the apocalypse back.

After a while, Ruth said

believers could only ascend to a higher plane one way.

- Mass suicide? - Wayne and a few higher-ups

managed to off themselves, but cops and SWAT saved

everyone else in that compound while under fire.

After all these years, Ruth's bound to be vindictive.

With the help of the janitor

and his two buddies outside, she's now armed and at large in L.A.

Administrator said they hired the janitor last month,

apparently under a false ID.

Hondo called it. Checked the janitor's prints

against the state juvenile records and got a hit.

That employee is Ruth's son.

All three of those guys are.

Auto theft, armed robbery, assault.

Rap sheets sure to make Mama proud.

Lieutenant Lynch talked to the mayor.

SWAT's gonna run point on this.

Ruth Pearson is a high-profile fugitive.

Her escape will draw plenty of public interest.

Especially now that we know it's a family reunion.

Might be your chance for a do-over with the Virgo's Temple, Sergeant.

The Pearson family used to have dozens of followers

who were willing to drink the Kool-Aid.

Sir, we're gonna need access to Ruth's patient file

and a list of every Temple member