S.W.A.T.

They're all in there. Eight total.

Been about an hour now.

Hope they brought doughnuts.

Clocked a 12-gauge behind the bar last night.

Spotted a few nines and a MAC-10 on their way in just now.

Just don't give them the chance to pull.

Did you hear that?

Adam-228. I have a shooting at Mansion on the Hill.

Patrol's got the entrance blocked off.

Waiting for us to engage.

Boys, this bar is a Smiling Jackal biker stronghold.

They've been involved in three shoot-'em-ups this week.

Don't know why they're trying to kill each other.

Won't keep them from trying to kill us.

Go! Move it!

Come on, man.

Leave the bags! Leave it!

Move it!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

There's a back door.

Leg day's over, boys.

Team just got pulled off standby.

I'm at 7.54 miles. What about you?

7.48, but I was saving it for the stretch run.

You know I got an extra gear after 30 minutes.

Yeah, excuses are for losers, buddy.

Mumford's unit just responded to a gang shootout in Burbank.

One of the dead shooters has been ID'd

as a member of the Montrose Merc Crew.

Small-time meth dealers out of North Hollywood.

I thought Mercs played nice with other crews.

Kept their little corner. Stayed out of everyone else's way.

Well, that used to be their rep,

but this is the third Merc attack on Jackals

in the past week.

Why are they stirring the pot now?

That's what we need to find out.

The sarge from my old patrol days,

Sam Hawkins, he might be of some help.

When I went SWAT, he was undercover for a long time,

mostly with the Mercs.

He did a solid three years with them.

If anyone knows anything about 'em, he will.

Sounds like a visit worth paying.

Three of the shooters from this morning

are still hiding in the neighborhood behind the bar.

Mumford's team set up a perimeter,

but they could use extra bodies to direct the local police.

All right, Street and Tan, get over there. Chris and Luca,

start pulling every Jackal and Merc file we have.

Deac, I'm gonna suit up and then we'll go talk to your friend.

Looks like it's leg day, after all.

Big day. Your first SWAT recruit class

as an evaluator.

No pressure.

Hope I'm here when Hicks

has their names put up on the board.

Erika, how are you feeling about today?

I'm doing a ten-mile jog to keep my mind off it.

- Congrats on finishing SWAT Academy.

70 started, ten survived.

Yeah. Still only five spots available on teams right now.

Yup. I heard you finished

top three on every test.

Yeah. Won't matter much unless Hicks puts my picture up there.

I can't stand another second in front of this blank screen,

- so... it's good to see you, Chris. - Yeah.

Thank you for everything.

Does she really have nothing to worry about?

You know those other evaluators, always looking for an excuse.

Hey, I made a promise that I'd fight for the best.

Erika, she's the best.

When Hawkins likes to get away,

he really gets away.

You don't have to tell me.

That corner store we just passed

was advertising half off turkey gizzards.

I mean, I'm just saying.

What was your relationship with this guy?

Well, he was my commanding officer.

Took a liking to me.

He always talked about retiring and spending as much time

as he could up here.

I'm glad he's finally doing it.

Okay, why is every white cop's dream of retirement

being around as few people as possible?

I mean, come on now.

I might like this for about a week,

but then I'd be bored off my ass.

When was the last time you talked to him?

A few years ago. He-he was looking

for some intel on some gun runners that SWAT had busted.

You got to love undercover work to do it as long as he did it.

I'm not sure it's where he saw his career going,

but he was good at it.

The Mercs was his last gig.

He got charges to stick on most of their top leaders.

It seems like they never recovered.

Well, they're pretty frisky right now.

Let's hope he's still plugged in.

Hold on. Pavement's ending.

You want to reconsider your retirement?

Just me and the birds, huh?

Hell no. I'm cool.

Hey, Hawkins.

See? Only white folks leave their doors open.

Not at an ex-cop's place.

Hawkins, you there?

Out hunting?

Nah, stove's on.

His gear duffel's there.

Deer drag hanging on the wall.

But his gun's missing.

Looks like he might've cleared out of here in a hurry.

Yeah, but his pickup truck's out front.

If he hightailed it out of here,

he was on foot.

This doesn't feel right.

I'm gonna call it in.

Yeah. No service.

Gonna use the radio.

Deacon, get down!

Get in here, Deac!

Someone must've been sitting on the cabin,

waiting on your buddy. Mercs maybe?

We got to grab whatever supplies we can and get out.

No. If we don't act now,

they're gonna surround the cabin and just pick us off.

Deac, get over here!

We got to go!

Those things are gonna pop off!

Go! Get out of here!

Get down! Get down!

Go!

Go, go.

I'm still topped off.

I got 24 rounds. What do you got?

I got a few left in mine and... and I got a backup eight.

- What else are we working with? - Well, no radios,

no cell service, no vests.

We need a plan.

We need a plan.

We needed a plan back at the cabin.

I'm just worried about Hawkins.

I think you're right.

If the Mercs are brave enough to go after the Jackals,

who's to say they don't go after the cop

that put half their crew away?

They wouldn't have been setting up for an ambush

if they already had him.

He's probably out here somewhere.

Managed to grab some stuff

from the cabin before we got out.

Might come in handy.

Flare gun.

Only one left. Last resort.

If Hawkins is hiding from these guys,

there's a good chance that he's in his hunting blind.

We find that, we find him.

And how do we do that?

Trail markers.

Every woodsman knows where to leave 'em

and how to look for 'em.

Oh, so you're a woodsman now?

Spent every summer camping with my dad.

Let's move.

Did you see Erika Rogers this morning?

Girl was bouncing off the walls.

Night before my graduation I kept replaying

my rifle qual on week two.

Tightened up on everything after 50 yards.

Finished fourth.

Anything was gonna keep me off the team, it was that.

Ah, that sounds hard, man.

Was top of my class every week,

so didn't have anything to worry about.

Yeah. Must've been tough down in Long Beach

competing with the guys who didn't make it up here.

Something's got him riled up back there.

Hey. Come here, buddy. Hey, come here.

Is this where you live?

- Huh? - Is he hurt?

There's blood on his paw.

It's not his.

Street, check this out.

26-David to 50-David.

Following a blood trail at our location.

- Hands! - Let me see the hands!

This is 25-David. We got a dead suspect.

That's the Merc Mumford hit.

They must've hid him after he bled out.

Which means they must've been in a rush.

If I was gonna pick somewhere nearby to hide...

See that high window by the roof

with the drain pipes leading up to it?

Mumford, they're here.

Choppers are gone.

You think they gave up?

- Safe to head out? - We should wait another hour.

LAPD! LAPD! Let me see your hands!