S.W.A.T.

Previously on S.W.A.T...

It's my mom, isn't it?

Your mother passed away.

There were no signs of force or trauma.

But drugs.

Paraphernalia and residue.

I donated a piece of my liver in a risky surgery,

and she O.D.'s. I loved her,

but at least now I know she's at peace.

I couldn't live with myself

if I hadn't given her every chance.

I really admired you for doing that for her.

20-Squad's been reinstated. Who's team leader?

Sanchez. How are you?

There's no way a guy like Sanchez

comes back here without an agenda.

I know about your orders with the commission.

He's trying to get me to quit

as payback for being a whistle blower.

If it wasn't me,

they would just send somebody else.

Second-guessing me in front of the team.

Textbook insubordination.

Strike two. One more and you're looking

at a mandatory disciplinary hearing.

Sticking around SWAT will be death by a thousand pinpricks,

but that's your choice.

And I'm just fine with my choices.

What about you, Sanchez?

I take it you filled them in?

You've done so much for all of us.

It's time for us to return the favor.

You don't need to face this on your own.

So we're in agreement, then:

We solve this problem once and for all.

Mm. Hmm.

Baby, I wish we could stay here all day.

Mm, it's nice having the place to ourselves.

Mm-hmm.

I got to say, though, it's a little too quiet.

No Pops singing in the shower,

Darryl walking around banging doors.

When are your mom and dad back?

I have no idea.

I mean, it's weird enough that they went on vacation together

35 years after getting a divorce, but...

now they make it sound like

they're gonna live out their retirement on a cruise ship.

I can think of worse ways to spend my golden years.

Hmm. Yeah.

How are you feeling

about them rekindling their relationship?

As long as my pops is good to my mom...

I'm okay with it.

I guess we got to get the day started.

Mmm.

Let's go.

How's Darryl doing?

He's doing great.

Kid moves into his own place, and he magically learns

the art of washing dishes.

It's called "adulting,"

and it's good for him to be independent.

Yeah.

He still comes over when he runs out of milk.

Corner store's a little closer, but, you know...

Mmm.

I'm proud of him.

The garage is doing okay,

he's acing his college classes, and he paid back

most of the money that he borrowed from me

to start the business.

That's great.

I told you his plan was solid. I'm glad you listened to me.

I'm glad I did, too.

And I'll be doing a whole lot more of that in the future.

That a promise?

Yes, honey.

Something else the matter besides empty-nest syndrome?

Damn, woman.

I forgot how hard it is to hide anything from you.

When I got back from Mexico,

I had a real clear idea of what I wanted.

You.

And I also had a sense of purpose.

I knew I wanted to be a bridge between the LAPD

and the community. I just...

I didn't realize how hard it was gonna be.

No one at LAPD is real interested

in hearing what I have to say at the moment.

Mm, that's got to be frustrating.

Yeah.

But...

I'll figure it out.

In the meantime,

I got to figure out breakfast.

Pancakes?

Sounds good.

Coming right up.

Some nut job

sent the mayor anthrax through the mail.

I-I spotted the envelope.

The address looked like some toddler

had written it with his hands tied behind his back.

Anyway, the FBI said that the mayor would've died

if it wasn't for me.

Morning.

Yo, I had this super cool date last night.

You want to hear the juicy deets?

I just ate breakfast.

I took this woman Angie out for sushi.

Angie used to be a pro surfer

but who now happens to work for the mayor.

Took me three rounds of sake,

but I got her to spill the 411 on Sanchez.

Lay it on me. She said this guy.

On the police commission, Miles Kosas,

offered to pull strings at CHP

and get Sanchez a job

on the governor's protection detail

if he can get Hondo to quit SWAT.

Sanchez couldn't keep his mouth shut about it, apparently.

Governor's detail? That's a prime gig. Yeah, which is why Sanchez.

Is on such a mission to get Hondo out the door.

Always chasing the prize.

So what are we gonna do?

Well, we make him realize that it's mission impossible.

If we can convince Sanchez

that Hondo's not going anywhere...

maybe he throws in the towel.

Okay.

What's up?

My mom's funeral is this afternoon, and...

doesn't look like anyone's gonna be there.

No one?

Except for me and the chaplain.

And one of us is getting paid.

It's just depressing.

Imagine dying and no one showing up

to say goodbye.

A hundred people showed up to my mom's funeral.

Most of them just for the open bar after.

It's not about how many people turn up.

The funeral's for you, no one else.

It's your chance to say goodbye.

At my mom's funeral, my, uh... my Uncle Sarzo gave me

a white rose to lay on the coffin.

I was so angry at her for getting behind the wheel drunk,

for... for dying...

I didn't even make it halfway up the aisle.

I ran out of the church, and I...

I walked all the way home in the rain.

I threw the rose in the trash the moment I got there.

It's one of the biggest regrets of my life,

not saying goodbye properly.

Don't make that mistake, okay?

The United States is

the only country in the world where you see gunmen

routinely slaughtering large groups of people at random.

Dial it up.

Come on.

She's running circles around you.

A lot of people claim

many of these so-called terrorist attacks

and mass shootings are false flag events

sanctioned by the deep state,

so they can take away our freedoms.

Show me the proof.

You're talking

about ripping up the Constitution.

The Second Amendment's a constitutional relic.

It was never meant to be interpreted

the way your side is choosing to.

The framers were talking

about a regulated militia with muskets,

not arming everyday idiots

with assault rifles.

People have a right to defend themselves.

The best way to stop a bad guy with a gun

is a good guy with a gun.

That's great. Keep stirring the pot.

You can think all day long that something won't happen to you,

but if it does, you're not gonna be prepared.

You'll be a sitting duck.

Andrea makes a great point.

More guns in the world is not the answer.

Go, go, go, go!

What's going on? Nobody move!

Stay where you are.

Don't you move.

Keep the cameras on.

Hi. Yes, we need help.

There are three gunmen in our news studio.

INL News.

Please hurry.

Don't you dare take us off air.

This is my son,

Jackson.

Jackson was six years old

when a man walked into his kindergarten classroom