S.W.A.T. (2017) s08e21 Episode Script
Return to Base
1
Previously on SWAT
TAN: He's your brother?
Twin, actually.
I checked Leon's record
when you joined the team.
Grand theft?
Forgery?
Six months for assault?
Which is why I keep my distance.
It's hard to leave
the cop at the door.
So, I stay away.
My father,
he had a heart attack.
You need to do the surgery.
I said no, Devin.
GAMBLE: Are you really okay with him
letting himself die?
What do you care?
Excuse me?
I thought I could be
on SWAT in spite of him.
And the longer I'm here,
the more I just want
things to be good
with both of my families
20-Squad and my own.
A week ago, you suffered
a very traumatic event.
And I was in the right place
at the right time to help you.
I'd really love
to take you to dinner.
I appreciate that,
but I'm married.
I hope I didn't give you
the wrong impression.
Can't blame a girl for trying.
I have no romantic feelings
for you whatsoever.
Then why are you here?
You stay away from my family.
ANDREA (on voicemail):
Hello, you've reached Andrea.
ANDREA and JANIE:
You know what to do!
CAM:
Good news.
Don't have to work a double
after all.
Tell Janie
I'll be at her recital.
All right. Love you.
See you soon.
(phone beeps off)
(revs engine)
Stop! Stop!
(brakes hiss)
Stop!
(door opens)
Please. Help.
Please. Please.
Please. Help.
What?
He's coming.
Who?
I don't see anyone.
Here, just get in my truck.
You're safe, okay?
I'll get help.
Okay.
Whoa, whoa. Hey.
T-Take it easy, guys.
I wouldn't move, cowboy.
CAM:
All right, just don't hurt her.
(laughs)
He's not gonna hurt me, sweetie.
What the hell is this?
Better if you don't talk.
Sit him on the curb.
(beeps)
(car unlocks)
(beeping rapidly)
(outgoing text whoosh)
Cops are coming.
We got to move, now.
What about the car?
We need more time
to get it started.
Hide the body, get out of here.
Keep working on that thing!
I'm gonna take you for a spin.
(playful chatter)
DEACON (chucking): You okay?
SAMUEL: Yeah.
Sammy, you got to be
more careful.
Okay.
Ten more days, the doctor said
this is off for good.
Go ahead.
Just not on the monkey bars.
(groans softly)
Pismo Beach?
Lucky girl.
My brother's gonna
teach me to surf.
Is your whole family going?
My brothers, my sister, my mom.
What about your dad?
No, he's on call.
DEACON:
Victoria!
Off the swing.
Let's go, we're leaving.
Did you know
your dad and I are friends?
Have you lost your mind?
HEATHER:
She's beautiful, David.
She has your eyes.
I told you
to stay away from my family.
We both know you didn't
mean it like that.
Okay, you need to relax.
I'm not trying
to replace anyone.
I just want to be their friend.
We belong together, David.
Okay, you don't
see it yet, but you will.
You have completely
lost touch with reality.
Come on. Let's go.
We're leaving.
Come on.
Sammy!
Time to go.
Don't be like this.
I'm not gonna warn you again.
You stay away
or I will have you arrested.
(phone beeping)
Dad, we just got here.
I know, I know.
But I got to go anyway.
Samuel. Now.
Come on.
Move, move.
What did I say
about talking to strangers?
She said she knew you.
Bye, Victoria.
(engine revving)
POWELL:
Truck's transponder was disabled
as it pulled onto the highway
at Sunland, southbound ramp.
We'll catch up in no time.
All right. Thanks.
What's the word from HQ?
DEACON: Truck driver took
a photo of the suspect,
sent it to a contact
at the police.
(device chimes)
Facial rec ID'd him just now.
Wait, what?
That's Torque Vaughn.
Can't be.
Why not?
Because he died
in a raid ten years ago.
Me and Hondo were there.
He was a carjacker,
a street racer.
He and his crew terrorized
the South Bay for years.
They'd pick a city,
boost as many cars
as they could,
and then vanish.
HONDO:
We cornered him back in 2015.
Surrounded a warehouse.
He tried to escape, but
he drove right into a tanker.
The explosion killed him
and most of his crew.
Maybe not.
Son of a bitch
DEACON:
A month before the raid,
after a carjacking,
he killed a pedestrian.
A young girl.
He was doing 90 in a 25.
She was 13 years old.
She was crossing the street
on the way to a piano lesson.
Hondo had to break the news
to her family.
I got him!
(siren whoops)
(siren wailing)
Step on it, Tan.
(engine revving)
Here we go!
(tires squealing)
(horn blaring)
(engine growls)
Now, Tan.
Roger!
(tires squealing)
(grunts)
All right, listen up.
If Torque's in that truck,
I promise you,
he's armed and ready to kill.
(gunfire)
Cover!
Tan, get up in that turret.
Cover our approach. Go.
(gunfire)
Shooter's on top of the
carrier. I got a visual.
He's moving to the back!
Advance.
Gamble, Powell, move in.
(beeps)
(whirring)
Gamble, Powell,
get up there, go.
Cover!
(engine revving)
Deacon, on me!
(automatic gunfire)
Cover me.
I'm going around.
DEACON:
Suspect ran dry.
He's heading to the car.
Moving.
(engine roars, tires squeal)
This isn't over.
No. Not by a long shot.
♪
Unis found the truck driver's
body behind a dumpster.
Left behind a wife
and a little girl.
What do you got there?
Torque Vaughn's case file.
Think I figured out
how he faked his own death.
When the coroner
discovered the body in 2015,
the corpse was burnt
beyond recognition.
I was there.
I remember.
Three members of
his crew died, too.
What about the rest of them?
A few of them were
picked up months later.
No sign of Torque's half-
brother Ben, though, right?
I think he's the one who
actually died in the explosion.
Neither one had dental records
and the coroner only got
a partial DNA hit.
He must've
misidentified the brother.
Okay, you get confirmation,
then hit the phones.
CIs, anyone tied
to the auto theft game.
There's no way Torque's back
without calling in favors.
Consider it done.
TAN: Rico Castro.
L.A. native.
Allegedly the city's number
one supplier of fentanyl.
Why allegedly?
Feds were still
building their case
when he skipped town last month.
They think he's
in El Salvador now.
What's he got to do
with all of this?
The Lamborghini that Torque
stole belonged to him.
That carrier truck was
moving Rico Castro's cars?
Just one of them, the Lambo.
Hauling it off to
an impound lot.
When Castro fled,
he abandoned a $20 million
Bel Air estate,
his art gallery,
his flamingo farm
Don't ask.
But his cars were his most
prized possessions of all.
HONDO: Looks like he had
one hell of a collection.
The DEA confiscated 22
cars from his estate.
Processed them at
their warehouse.
From there, they shipped
'em off to impound lots,
forfeiture yards
Some may have
already been sold off.
They could be
anywhere in the city.
Well, Torque ain't stopping
for one Lamborghini.
Yeah, no, I don't
think so, either.
Castro is an eccentric SOB.
Thinks of himself
as a modern-day Escobar.
Lot of buyers would kill to have
a vehicle he once owned.
All right, keep
hunting them down.
Anyone near one
of those cars is at risk.
Black Maserati was just stolen
from a car storage facility.
Prestige Vault in Encino.
Perps killed the manager
and high-tailed it.
Witness said they
match our suspects.
And let me guess: the Maserati
was once owned by Rico Castro?
DEA just confirmed it.
All right, I'll grab Powell
and head to Encino,
see if Torque
left anything behind.
(hip-hop music playing)
(engine shuts off)
You can at least act like
you're glad to see me.
Yeah, I could,
but what's the point?
Only reason you pull up
in that thing
is 'cause you need something.
Ever heard of a dude
named Torque?
Yeah, I know the name.
Street racer, used to
jack cars back in the day.
What else do you know about him?
Wait, why are you
asking me about him?
Thought the cops took him
out a long time ago.
Wasn't the cops. Wasn't anybody.
He's not dead.
Wait, what?
He's back in L.A.
We're trying to figure out why.
Good luck with that.
What's that supposed to mean?
They used to call him the Ghost.
Hacked into
a dealership's security,
took six Audis in one night.
Nobody even knew how
he got 'em out of the city.
It's like he had
a hidden tunnel.
How you know all that?
Talk of the block back then.
Everybody knew.
So, you haven't heard anything
about Torque being back?
The only person I've heard say
that name in the last ten years
is you, right now.
Okay. Thank you.
Yeah.
The mess with Dad
in the hospital,
I know I came at you sideways.
A lot of what you said, just
know I know why you said it.
Are you trying to say
I was right?
Hell no.
I'm just saying
maybe I wasn't, either.
Yeah, it's all good.
Yo, uh, me and some
of the guys around here
are grilling out for
the Dodgers game,
if you want to pull up.
Uh, thanks. Maybe next time.
You and Hondo have
any luck in Encino?
No physical evidence
at the crime scene,
but Hondo pulled their
back alley's security cam.
We think we found
Torque's drop-off vehicle.
You see anyone get in or out?
No. Just caught it
circling around back
about 30 seconds after Torque's
crew stormed the place.
DEACON: Yeah, it's too distorted
to make out the driver.
I can clean it up,
run it through facial rec.
Zoom in on the plate, would you?
Dealer plates.
Thought so, but nothing
came back from the DMV.
They're dummy numbers.
Yeah, but see that "CC"?
Get in touch with the Clark
County Sheriff's Department.
See if they have
any recent reports
of dealer plates being lifted.
Think Torque was in Nevada?
(phone buzzes)
Uh, maybe.
I mean, he had to've been
hiding out somewhere
for the past ten years.
I'll be back.
There's something
I got to deal with.
GAMBLE:
You good?
I've been better.
The girl Torque killed
ten years ago
How am I supposed
to tell her parents
that their daughter's killer
has been alive all this time?
Did you make the call yet?
I'm about to.
Torque dying in that explosion
was the only thing that gave 'em
any kind of closure.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, that's a tough one.
I talked to my brother, Leon.
He heard some rumor years ago
about Torque moving
stolen Audis from a dealership,
but never getting pinned for it.
You think he knows more
than he's letting on?
I don't know.
We used to be so close.
Twins, people say it's a thing.
We could look at each other
and know exactly what was
going on in the other's head.
But somewhere along the way,
it just faded.
Is that about you or the badge?
There a difference?
(huffs softly)
I don't think you should
make that call, boss.
Don't put the parents
through that.
Let's take
this bastard down first,
and then give them
the good news.
All right. Okay.
Thank you.
What was that about?
Last month, I rescued
this woman named Heather.
She formed
this attraction to me.
Since then, she has staged
a fake break-in
to get me to come
rescue her again.
She brought flowers to my house.
(groans)
I had to tell her
to stay away
from me and my family.
Was that an attorney?
Yeah, yeah.
Annie's known her for a while.
I filed a restraining order.
She's just advising me
on my next steps.
What did Annie have to say?
Well, she was
obviously freaked out.
I mean, I-I downplayed it.
I didn't want her to worry.
She's already planning
on taking the kids
out of town for the weekend.
Do you know if this woman's
done this before?
Might help with
the restraining order
if you establish
a pattern of behavior. I mean
(chuckles)
I doubt you're her first victim.
I tracked four of Castro's cars
to an auction house
in Culver City.
Three of them are still there.
What about the fourth?
2025 red Porsche Turbo.
Auctioned two days
ago to a banker
who was just found dead
in his beach house.
Neighbor heard gunshots,
saw the Porsche peel off.
BOLO's out.
Who's that?
Chantel Rivers, 26.
She's the one who dropped
Torque and his crew
at the vault in Encino.
What do we know about her?
She runs a shell company
suspected of creating
fake car registrations.
Based in Vegas.
Clark County Sheriff
said they've been trying
to bust her for years.
She's been spotted
with a boyfriend,
they've never ID'd him.
Torque's been hiding out in Vegas?
Yeah.
Check this out.
(tablet beeps)
Here she is with the
owner of all these cars,
Rico Castro himself.
Caption says,
"Love meeting new friends."
So she gets close to a kingpin
with an armada of badass cars,
but her car thief boyfriend
can't move in on the cars
with Castro in the picture.
Which is why I think Torque
and Chantel are the reason
Castro fled the country
in the first place.
These images ignited
the feds' investigation.
It's Castro bribing a dock
foreman to turn a blind eye
so his drug shipment
makes it through the port.
The photos were sent
anonymously to a DEA agent.
You think Torque and Chantel
managed to take them?
Yeah. I think they
were the tipsters.
I mean, think about it.
Two days later, Castro was gone.
After the DEA
processed the cars,
his entire fleet,
sitting there for the taking.
(device beeping)
TAN: Red Porsche Turbo seen
pulling into a warehouse
at Sixth and Camden
near downtown.
Hayes Exotic Motors.
A custom shop.
Owned by Ralph Hayes.
Decent criminal history:
theft, fraud,
illegal possession of a firearm.
I bet Torque's crew
is holed up there.
Let's move.
♪
Deac, take Powell and
Gamble around the front.
Tan, we hit from this side.
We'll meet you in the middle.
(exhales)
(grunts)
(lock snaps)
HONDO: Keep your angles tight.
Lot of places to hide in here.
TAN:
Castro's Porsche.
Why ditch a car
worth six figures? Crazy.
Those headlights?
On my six.
(engine idling)
Car's running.
HONDO: Stay away from the headlights.
We don't know if anybody's
in that thing.
Moving.
TAN:
Someone's in the driver's seat.
LAPD! Get out
of the car now!
Put your hands on your head!
TAN: Deac, we have a suspect
in a running car back here.
DEACON:
Roger that. On our way.
Tan, go.
He's gone.
20-David, we got
a deceased male,
GSW to the head.
Looks like the owner
of the shop.
DEACON:
Be right there.
Powell. Gamble, with me.
(metal clatters)
POWELL:
LAPD!
24-David, eyes on a suspect.
(grunting)
DEACON:
Game over.
On your knees.
Show me your hands.
Leon
Gamble's brother?
Are you kidding?
Just as surprised as you
to find him there, sir.
How long's he been
in interrogation?
He just got there.
We're icing him.
Is he saying anything?
Only that he had
nothing to do with it.
He was friends
with the deceased,
but this is all
a misunderstanding.
Hondo. Commander. Let me go in.
Let me question him.
Is she kidding?
Gamble, we talked about this
I know it's inappropriate,
but the answers we need,
I can get out of him.
HICKS:
It's not just inappropriate.
It's unethical.
Sir, please, listen to me.
Zero chance, kid.
Zip it.
(door opens)
Leon Thorton,
I'm Commander Robert Hicks.
This is one of my team leaders,
Sergeant Harrelson.
Yeah, we met.
Yeah. Yeah, why don't you
tell me what you told them?
You got the wrong guy.
Ralph Mr. Hayes,
I found him like that.
HICKS:
How'd you know Mr. Hayes?
Anybody that grew up wrenching
cars in South L.A. knew Ralph.
He would pull us
out of shop class
and pay us
to work in his garage.
I did it for a couple summers.
Why were you there today?
My sister said that Torque
was alive and back in town.
I knew that Ralph had beef
with him back in the day.
Thought the old man might be
in some sort of trouble,
especially if Torque
was on a rampage.
Guess I was right.
Straight up,
I could never hurt someone.
All right?
It's not in me to kill.
HICKS:
You're sure about that?
We know who your father is.
Man, go ask my sister.
She'll have my back.
She knows I'm not
capable of that.
HICKS: I spoke to her not ten seconds
before I walked in the room.
She said no such thing.
HONDO: Did you see anyone else
on the premises?
LEON: No.
HICKS: Why'd you run, then?
LEON:
'Cause I didn't want this to happen.
Why the hell do you think?
According to Hayes's invoices,
he did some aftermarket work
on a few of Castro's cars.
Paint jobs, hidden compartments,
bullet-proofing
So Hayes was tricking out
cars for a drug lord.
You know how the
security cams were down
in the garage
when he was killed?
Yeah, whoever killed him
disabled them.
They didn't realize he
was working on a car
with a dash cam
when he was ambushed.
Forensics just sent
over the recording.
(grunting)
(screaming)
I got a buyer on the way.
Which car is it?!
I don't know nothing
about no $60 million car.
I swear.
TORQUE:
I know about the hidden server.
Uh-huh. Castro told
my girl all about it.
Now, you remember installing
a damn supercomputer
in one of his rides, yeah?
Which one?!
(panting)
(car door opens)
(grunting)
(car engine starts)
(gunshot)
Leon was telling the truth.
He had nothing to do
with the murder.
We got to let Hicks know.
I just did.
A $60 million car.
How is that even possible?
The supercomputer.
Castro's paranoid
about being wiretapped.
He's rumored to only take calls
from his cars.
If Hayes installed
a hidden computer
in an air-gapped car,
it could have Castro's
smuggling routes,
stash house locations,
dealers' contact info.
Easily worth tens of millions
to one of his rivals.
The DEA inspected every car
before they were released.
You think Castro owned a car
that didn't make
the DEA's inventory?
If he did, we better find it
before Torque does.
Or he'll have the key
to Castro's entire empire.
We got to keep digging.
Hey.
Your boss is a jackass, you know.
Which one?
Both of 'em.
What did they mean
you didn't have my back?
Can you give us some space?
Yeah.
Leon
I already told y'all the truth.
D-Do you think
I can murder somebody?
Nah.
But maybe you got mixed up
with the wrong crowd,
made a mistake.
I'm fully legit.
Which you know
if you would care to ask me.
Everything we been
through with Dad,
you really think I'd want
to put my family through that?
I never said that.
I wanted to help you.
We're blood.
I know you.
Nah, Dev.
You don't.
And I don't know you, either.
If you could just call me back
as soon as you can,
that'd be great.
Thank you.
You were right.
That stalker woman, Heather.
She's done this before.
A professor at Southern
Coastal University
filed a restraining order
against her three years ago.
What happened?
I don't know.
The guy moved to London.
Just hoping he calls me back.
After Castro fled the country,
when the DEA showed up
at his estate,
Gail Tomkins was there
waiting for them.
His defense attorney.
Their report says
Tomkins drove off in a McLaren.
But she doesn't have a McLaren
registered to her name.
So she left
in one of Castro's cars.
That's what I'm thinking.
Right out from under
the DEA's nose.
We think there's
a stealth computer on board
with the layout of Castro's
entire fentanyl operation.
That's why Torque was after it.
Where's Castro's defense attorney now?
POWELL: Don't know.
She's not answering her phone,
home or office.
Tell Hondo, split the team.
We got to get to her
before Torque does.
CHANTEL:
How much longer?
Few more minutes.
Almost there.
TOMKINS:
Well, I don't know what they expect.
I've been in arbitration
all day.
Yeah. I'll review the contract
once I'm out of here.
I'll be ready
to settle by (gasps)
Oh, my God. Who are you?
What do you want?
Drop the phone.
I'll have to call you back.
There's a man with a gun,
call 911!
(approaching siren)
Cops!
What do we do now?
(siren wailing)
(tires squeal)
TAN:
That's Torque!
24-David, eyes on the McLaren
in the law office garage!
He's headed
for the lower levels.
(tires squealing)
LAPD!
Get out of the vehicle!
There's nowhere to go!
Step away from the car.
Turn around.
TAN:
Clear.
Where's Torque?
Where's your boyfriend?
Car's worth more
than most people's homes
and Torque was willing
to leave it behind.
He already accessed the server.
Must've downloaded
the blueprints
to Castro's whole operation.
If Torque pulls this deal off,
he'll disappear for good.
We won't get this close again.
You provided cover
for your boyfriend
while he escaped.
And you stood by
while he nearly put
a woman in a coma.
(chuckles)
Like I told your friends,
I have nothing to say.
That fentanyl ring
you're facilitating?
You know how many people
OD'd on it last year?
Nearly 2,000
in L.A. alone.
A mother.
Kids as young as 12.
People choose what
to put in their bodies.
Not if pills are
laced with this crap.
That's not my problem.
You know I've known Torque
longer than you have, right?
Over ten years, Chantel.
He ever mention Monique?
That was his girl at the time.
Only she claimed
they were engaged
when we brought her
in for questioning.
All right. What's your point?
The first time I met Torque
was when we brought Monique
in for vehicular manslaughter.
But it was very
clear to everyone
in the room it was Torque
who was behind the wheel.
But Monique took the fall.
What happened to her?
HONDO: Four years
at Chowchilla.
Then she moved back to Boston.
No family.
No future.
She was arrested last year
for prostitution.
Chantel, he used her up
and spit her out.
I'm betting it was his idea
for you to drive
the McLaren, wasn't it?
HICKS:
Look.
We got Torque on camera
saying he's got a buyer
lined up and on the way.
Just tell us who.
I don't know who.
He doesn't tell me
stuff like that.
I only know what I overhear.
Then what did you overhear?
Torque's gonna get
a $10-million cut.
He knows the guy is good for it.
They used to burn rubber as kids
or something.
They're meeting at some track
Torque used to race.
Any record of Torque
spending time at the speedways
back in the day?
Not that I can find.
He was boosting cars before
he had a learner's permit.
If it had an engine, he was
either racing it or robbing it.
Find anyone
he used to race with?
A lot of 'em are dead.
And the only one who even
comes close to having the cash
to take control
of Castro's empire
is incarcerated in Texas.
J.J. Ricken.
Synthetic drug mogul
doing time for racketeering.
Deac's on the phone
with his prison
to see if he's been
making calls to L.A.
How's Ricken
friends with Torque?
I'm not sure. But they were
both arrested in their 20s
after a drag race.
They made bail the next
day and were back at it.
So, Ricken was released
on bail earlier this month.
Improper jury selection.
He still in Texas?
No idea.
But the warden said
one of his guards
heard him mention something
about moving back home.
Well, if he's looking to
restart his drug ring in L.A.,
he's got the money to do it.
Torque said that the buyer
is on his way.
Which means the deal
could be going down now.
If they're meeting at some track
that Torque used to race
These are all the locations
of Torque's arrests
over the years.
Remember the Audis he stole
from the dealership,
cops never tied him to it?
What about them?
Leon said it was like
Torque had a secret tunnel.
Dealership's right here.
KMR Auto on Seventh Street
along the L.A. River.
There's a frontage road
that runs along the river
next to the train tracks.
That's the track.
Let's go.
(train horn blowing)
TORQUE:
Been a minute,
Ricken.
You look like hell.
Prison'll do that.
Better have my cut.
(bag unzips)
(engine revving)
What the hell?
You set me up!
(gunshots)
(groans)
(gunshots continue)
HONDO:
LAPD!
Guns down!
Last warning!
Hondo! Two o'clock!
Cover!
(gunfire)
Deacon, your move!
Lay cover fire!
(gunshots)
Tan, move up!
Roger!
Powell, where's Torque?!
Behind the Maserati!
I don't see him!
POWELL:
He's gonna make a run for it!
(starts engine)
(engine revs, tires screech)
Son of a bitch!
We got you, Hondo. Go, go!
(gunshots)
(engine revs, siren wails)
(tires screech)
(tires screeching)
(engines revving)
(tires screeching)
(horn honking)
(engines revving)
♪
(tires screech)
(tires screech)
(panting)
20-David. Collision just south.
Suspect's on foot,
headed for Mission Road.
(gunfire)
Let's go!
(gunshots)
(gunshots)
Drop your weapon!
(gunfire)
Moving!
POWELL:
Drop it!
(groans)
TAN:
Hands in the air!
Hondo, we're Code 4 back here.
Hondo?
♪
Oh, wait. Wait, wait,
what are you doing?
Don't make a sound.
Stop. Stop! (gasps) No!
No, no, no! No!
Don't do this!
No! No! No, no, no!
Don't do this!
(baby crying)
(woman shrieks)
Hey! Wait! My baby!
(gunshots)
(gasps)
(panting)
Honey! Honey!
20-David.
Suspect's down.
Repeat, he's down.
(sighs)
All right, let me know.
You think Torque will come back
from the dead again?
No. This one's gonna stick.
What I can't figure out is
we recovered Castro's Maserati,
his Porsche, his McLaren.
The hell'd they do
with the Lamborghini
they stole off
the carrier truck?
BOLO's still out.
It'll turn up.
Yeah. Yeah, you're
probably right.
Hey.
Thanks for the advice earlier.
I'm glad I held off
on reaching out to the parents
of that little girl.
Torque getting
another decade on this planet
when their daughter didn't,
that ain't gonna be
an easy pill to swallow, but
at least they'll know
justice was done.
When you get a chance,
apologize to your brother
for me.
Hicks and I went after him
pretty hard earlier.
I saw.
Probably wasn't fun to watch.
I should've believed him.
I know my brother could
never hurt anyone like that.
I've spent
so much time trying to
separate my job and my family,
sometimes I wonder
if I've forgotten
what I know to be true.
Or who I really am.
It's tough,
splitting yourself in two.
You lose a piece of both.
How'd you and Leon leave things?
Bad.
And now he won't
answer my calls.
I don't know if he's ever
gonna speak to me again.
Show up on his doorstep.
He'll turn me away.
Let him.
He'll see
that it matters to you.
You really think so?
I do.
I really do.
♪
Thank you for being so open
about all this with me.
I know these probably aren't
memories you care to revisit.
Yeah. You, too. Bye.
So that was Heather's
other stalking target.
The guy in London.
The professor?
Yeah. He helped her out
with some situation that she
had with a student athlete
a few years ago.
And she got obsessed.
Phone calls, texts.
She showed up at his
son's baseball game,
so he got a restraining order.
Well, doesn't sound
like it ended things.
No, it didn't.
She broke into his house,
posed in his shirt, took photos
(groans)
sent the wife the pictures.
The wife was away at the time.
She didn't know what to
believe. The marriage ended.
Does Heather know your family's
out of town for the weekend?
Yes.
Looking
in the rearview mirror ♪
Until I got proof
Won't start
till I get away from you, girl ♪
Loving you is insane
You tell me
that I've changed ♪
Don't know why you're here, Dev.
I said what I had to say.
I want to say I'm sorry.
For doubting you.
I want things to get back to
how they used to be between us.
You gonna quit being a cop?
Yeah, didn't think so.
Look, things haven't been
like that for a long time.
I didn't make it easy.
But I want it to change.
I'll put in the work,
if you let me.
Maybe I want it to change, too.
Well, maybe this damn game
is starting in ten minutes.
Can I get a beer?
(scoffs)
You can get it yourself.
Some things never change.
You know where you're at.
♪
(inhales)
(door creaking softly)
(phone camera shutter clicking)
(footsteps approaching)
♪
(breathing heavily)
I wanted to surprise you.
Put your hands in the air.
Backup is on the way.
They'll be here any minute.
Is that really necessary?
I met your wife.
I could tell she didn't
exactly know what to make of me.
Had you told her about me?
Hands in the air.
What are you doing in my house?
Mm.
I think you know
what I'm doing here.
(chuckles softly)
You
want this just as much as I do.
(breathing heavily)
You need help, Heather.
Mm-hmm.
OFFICER:
LAPD! Sergeant Kay?
Yeah! Up here!
Code 4.
(panting)
I don't need
this kind of help.
You were supposed to save me.
I'll tell your wife.
I'll-I'll tell her everything.
How you looked at me, how you
You can say whatever you want.
Everyone can see
who you really are.
Trying to make a dollar out
of 50 Cent ♪
What's up?
MAN: Hey, what's up?
But that don't mean
that I fall for anything ♪
Tell me
what I'm 'posed to dream ♪
When I ain't 'posed
to do this ♪
♪
(creaking)
LEON:
What are you gonna do?
You lied to me.
Ralph Hayes.
Did you kill him?
Hell no.
Nothing like that.
I just apologized
for doubting you
and you let me!
I did lie to you, okay?
I knew Torque way back when.
He hit me up last week.
Said he had a job in L.A.
Asked me if I wanted
to crew up. I said no.
And he gave you
a quarter-million-dollar car?
That makes sense.
Look, all I did
was hook him up with
some equipment
signal jammers, some
fob cloners that's all.
The car was just a payoff
so I'd keep my mouth shut.
I need to place you
under arrest.
Walk away, Dev.
All right? No one has to know.
You can't rat out
your own brother.
You are coming with me to HQ.
You're gonna make a statement,
get a lawyer
Man, I ain't going nowhere
with you, Dev.
Don't move.
Put your hands
over your head, Leon.
I mean it.
Stop!
You're gonna shoot me?
I know who you are, remember?
And you know me.
So you know I ain't lying.
All I did
was sell hardware to a guy
I knew a long time ago.
Come on.
You're not gonna shoot me.
♪
(shuddering)
(knocking at door)
Hey.
Can I come in?
Of course.
Everything okay?
You were right.
About my brother.
He knew more than
he was letting on.
How so?
Torque called him last week.
Leon hooked him up
with some supplies.
In exchange, Torque's team
dropped the Lamborghini off
at his house.
I found it there,
and that's where
you'll find it, too.
Leon was working with Torque?
Where is he now?
I don't know.
Did you go after him?
I didn't want to.
I still don't.
You let him walk?
He's my brother, Hondo.
What am I supposed to do?
I don't know, Gamble.
Maybe try to convince him
to do the right thing.
Even if that would've worked,
who knows what they
would've thrown at him?
So, yeah,
I let him go.
How am I supposed
to trust you now?
You aren't.
Rejoining the LAPD,
I thought I could keep
my family separate.
As long as I'm here, I
can't be a good sister
or a good cop, so
I'm going back to Oakland.
For good.
Maybe that's for the best.
(sighs)
This letter explains everything.
Give it to whoever needs it.
♪
Thank you
for bringing me on 20-Squad.
You guys always made me feel
like I belong.
(shuddering)
Please tell the team
I said goodbye. And
I'm sorry I failed you.
Yeah, so am I.
♪
(shudders)
(door closes)
and TOYOTA.
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TAN: He's your brother?
Twin, actually.
I checked Leon's record
when you joined the team.
Grand theft?
Forgery?
Six months for assault?
Which is why I keep my distance.
It's hard to leave
the cop at the door.
So, I stay away.
My father,
he had a heart attack.
You need to do the surgery.
I said no, Devin.
GAMBLE: Are you really okay with him
letting himself die?
What do you care?
Excuse me?
I thought I could be
on SWAT in spite of him.
And the longer I'm here,
the more I just want
things to be good
with both of my families
20-Squad and my own.
A week ago, you suffered
a very traumatic event.
And I was in the right place
at the right time to help you.
I'd really love
to take you to dinner.
I appreciate that,
but I'm married.
I hope I didn't give you
the wrong impression.
Can't blame a girl for trying.
I have no romantic feelings
for you whatsoever.
Then why are you here?
You stay away from my family.
ANDREA (on voicemail):
Hello, you've reached Andrea.
ANDREA and JANIE:
You know what to do!
CAM:
Good news.
Don't have to work a double
after all.
Tell Janie
I'll be at her recital.
All right. Love you.
See you soon.
(phone beeps off)
(revs engine)
Stop! Stop!
(brakes hiss)
Stop!
(door opens)
Please. Help.
Please. Please.
Please. Help.
What?
He's coming.
Who?
I don't see anyone.
Here, just get in my truck.
You're safe, okay?
I'll get help.
Okay.
Whoa, whoa. Hey.
T-Take it easy, guys.
I wouldn't move, cowboy.
CAM:
All right, just don't hurt her.
(laughs)
He's not gonna hurt me, sweetie.
What the hell is this?
Better if you don't talk.
Sit him on the curb.
(beeps)
(car unlocks)
(beeping rapidly)
(outgoing text whoosh)
Cops are coming.
We got to move, now.
What about the car?
We need more time
to get it started.
Hide the body, get out of here.
Keep working on that thing!
I'm gonna take you for a spin.
(playful chatter)
DEACON (chucking): You okay?
SAMUEL: Yeah.
Sammy, you got to be
more careful.
Okay.
Ten more days, the doctor said
this is off for good.
Go ahead.
Just not on the monkey bars.
(groans softly)
Pismo Beach?
Lucky girl.
My brother's gonna
teach me to surf.
Is your whole family going?
My brothers, my sister, my mom.
What about your dad?
No, he's on call.
DEACON:
Victoria!
Off the swing.
Let's go, we're leaving.
Did you know
your dad and I are friends?
Have you lost your mind?
HEATHER:
She's beautiful, David.
She has your eyes.
I told you
to stay away from my family.
We both know you didn't
mean it like that.
Okay, you need to relax.
I'm not trying
to replace anyone.
I just want to be their friend.
We belong together, David.
Okay, you don't
see it yet, but you will.
You have completely
lost touch with reality.
Come on. Let's go.
We're leaving.
Come on.
Sammy!
Time to go.
Don't be like this.
I'm not gonna warn you again.
You stay away
or I will have you arrested.
(phone beeping)
Dad, we just got here.
I know, I know.
But I got to go anyway.
Samuel. Now.
Come on.
Move, move.
What did I say
about talking to strangers?
She said she knew you.
Bye, Victoria.
(engine revving)
POWELL:
Truck's transponder was disabled
as it pulled onto the highway
at Sunland, southbound ramp.
We'll catch up in no time.
All right. Thanks.
What's the word from HQ?
DEACON: Truck driver took
a photo of the suspect,
sent it to a contact
at the police.
(device chimes)
Facial rec ID'd him just now.
Wait, what?
That's Torque Vaughn.
Can't be.
Why not?
Because he died
in a raid ten years ago.
Me and Hondo were there.
He was a carjacker,
a street racer.
He and his crew terrorized
the South Bay for years.
They'd pick a city,
boost as many cars
as they could,
and then vanish.
HONDO:
We cornered him back in 2015.
Surrounded a warehouse.
He tried to escape, but
he drove right into a tanker.
The explosion killed him
and most of his crew.
Maybe not.
Son of a bitch
DEACON:
A month before the raid,
after a carjacking,
he killed a pedestrian.
A young girl.
He was doing 90 in a 25.
She was 13 years old.
She was crossing the street
on the way to a piano lesson.
Hondo had to break the news
to her family.
I got him!
(siren whoops)
(siren wailing)
Step on it, Tan.
(engine revving)
Here we go!
(tires squealing)
(horn blaring)
(engine growls)
Now, Tan.
Roger!
(tires squealing)
(grunts)
All right, listen up.
If Torque's in that truck,
I promise you,
he's armed and ready to kill.
(gunfire)
Cover!
Tan, get up in that turret.
Cover our approach. Go.
(gunfire)
Shooter's on top of the
carrier. I got a visual.
He's moving to the back!
Advance.
Gamble, Powell, move in.
(beeps)
(whirring)
Gamble, Powell,
get up there, go.
Cover!
(engine revving)
Deacon, on me!
(automatic gunfire)
Cover me.
I'm going around.
DEACON:
Suspect ran dry.
He's heading to the car.
Moving.
(engine roars, tires squeal)
This isn't over.
No. Not by a long shot.
♪
Unis found the truck driver's
body behind a dumpster.
Left behind a wife
and a little girl.
What do you got there?
Torque Vaughn's case file.
Think I figured out
how he faked his own death.
When the coroner
discovered the body in 2015,
the corpse was burnt
beyond recognition.
I was there.
I remember.
Three members of
his crew died, too.
What about the rest of them?
A few of them were
picked up months later.
No sign of Torque's half-
brother Ben, though, right?
I think he's the one who
actually died in the explosion.
Neither one had dental records
and the coroner only got
a partial DNA hit.
He must've
misidentified the brother.
Okay, you get confirmation,
then hit the phones.
CIs, anyone tied
to the auto theft game.
There's no way Torque's back
without calling in favors.
Consider it done.
TAN: Rico Castro.
L.A. native.
Allegedly the city's number
one supplier of fentanyl.
Why allegedly?
Feds were still
building their case
when he skipped town last month.
They think he's
in El Salvador now.
What's he got to do
with all of this?
The Lamborghini that Torque
stole belonged to him.
That carrier truck was
moving Rico Castro's cars?
Just one of them, the Lambo.
Hauling it off to
an impound lot.
When Castro fled,
he abandoned a $20 million
Bel Air estate,
his art gallery,
his flamingo farm
Don't ask.
But his cars were his most
prized possessions of all.
HONDO: Looks like he had
one hell of a collection.
The DEA confiscated 22
cars from his estate.
Processed them at
their warehouse.
From there, they shipped
'em off to impound lots,
forfeiture yards
Some may have
already been sold off.
They could be
anywhere in the city.
Well, Torque ain't stopping
for one Lamborghini.
Yeah, no, I don't
think so, either.
Castro is an eccentric SOB.
Thinks of himself
as a modern-day Escobar.
Lot of buyers would kill to have
a vehicle he once owned.
All right, keep
hunting them down.
Anyone near one
of those cars is at risk.
Black Maserati was just stolen
from a car storage facility.
Prestige Vault in Encino.
Perps killed the manager
and high-tailed it.
Witness said they
match our suspects.
And let me guess: the Maserati
was once owned by Rico Castro?
DEA just confirmed it.
All right, I'll grab Powell
and head to Encino,
see if Torque
left anything behind.
(hip-hop music playing)
(engine shuts off)
You can at least act like
you're glad to see me.
Yeah, I could,
but what's the point?
Only reason you pull up
in that thing
is 'cause you need something.
Ever heard of a dude
named Torque?
Yeah, I know the name.
Street racer, used to
jack cars back in the day.
What else do you know about him?
Wait, why are you
asking me about him?
Thought the cops took him
out a long time ago.
Wasn't the cops. Wasn't anybody.
He's not dead.
Wait, what?
He's back in L.A.
We're trying to figure out why.
Good luck with that.
What's that supposed to mean?
They used to call him the Ghost.
Hacked into
a dealership's security,
took six Audis in one night.
Nobody even knew how
he got 'em out of the city.
It's like he had
a hidden tunnel.
How you know all that?
Talk of the block back then.
Everybody knew.
So, you haven't heard anything
about Torque being back?
The only person I've heard say
that name in the last ten years
is you, right now.
Okay. Thank you.
Yeah.
The mess with Dad
in the hospital,
I know I came at you sideways.
A lot of what you said, just
know I know why you said it.
Are you trying to say
I was right?
Hell no.
I'm just saying
maybe I wasn't, either.
Yeah, it's all good.
Yo, uh, me and some
of the guys around here
are grilling out for
the Dodgers game,
if you want to pull up.
Uh, thanks. Maybe next time.
You and Hondo have
any luck in Encino?
No physical evidence
at the crime scene,
but Hondo pulled their
back alley's security cam.
We think we found
Torque's drop-off vehicle.
You see anyone get in or out?
No. Just caught it
circling around back
about 30 seconds after Torque's
crew stormed the place.
DEACON: Yeah, it's too distorted
to make out the driver.
I can clean it up,
run it through facial rec.
Zoom in on the plate, would you?
Dealer plates.
Thought so, but nothing
came back from the DMV.
They're dummy numbers.
Yeah, but see that "CC"?
Get in touch with the Clark
County Sheriff's Department.
See if they have
any recent reports
of dealer plates being lifted.
Think Torque was in Nevada?
(phone buzzes)
Uh, maybe.
I mean, he had to've been
hiding out somewhere
for the past ten years.
I'll be back.
There's something
I got to deal with.
GAMBLE:
You good?
I've been better.
The girl Torque killed
ten years ago
How am I supposed
to tell her parents
that their daughter's killer
has been alive all this time?
Did you make the call yet?
I'm about to.
Torque dying in that explosion
was the only thing that gave 'em
any kind of closure.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, that's a tough one.
I talked to my brother, Leon.
He heard some rumor years ago
about Torque moving
stolen Audis from a dealership,
but never getting pinned for it.
You think he knows more
than he's letting on?
I don't know.
We used to be so close.
Twins, people say it's a thing.
We could look at each other
and know exactly what was
going on in the other's head.
But somewhere along the way,
it just faded.
Is that about you or the badge?
There a difference?
(huffs softly)
I don't think you should
make that call, boss.
Don't put the parents
through that.
Let's take
this bastard down first,
and then give them
the good news.
All right. Okay.
Thank you.
What was that about?
Last month, I rescued
this woman named Heather.
She formed
this attraction to me.
Since then, she has staged
a fake break-in
to get me to come
rescue her again.
She brought flowers to my house.
(groans)
I had to tell her
to stay away
from me and my family.
Was that an attorney?
Yeah, yeah.
Annie's known her for a while.
I filed a restraining order.
She's just advising me
on my next steps.
What did Annie have to say?
Well, she was
obviously freaked out.
I mean, I-I downplayed it.
I didn't want her to worry.
She's already planning
on taking the kids
out of town for the weekend.
Do you know if this woman's
done this before?
Might help with
the restraining order
if you establish
a pattern of behavior. I mean
(chuckles)
I doubt you're her first victim.
I tracked four of Castro's cars
to an auction house
in Culver City.
Three of them are still there.
What about the fourth?
2025 red Porsche Turbo.
Auctioned two days
ago to a banker
who was just found dead
in his beach house.
Neighbor heard gunshots,
saw the Porsche peel off.
BOLO's out.
Who's that?
Chantel Rivers, 26.
She's the one who dropped
Torque and his crew
at the vault in Encino.
What do we know about her?
She runs a shell company
suspected of creating
fake car registrations.
Based in Vegas.
Clark County Sheriff
said they've been trying
to bust her for years.
She's been spotted
with a boyfriend,
they've never ID'd him.
Torque's been hiding out in Vegas?
Yeah.
Check this out.
(tablet beeps)
Here she is with the
owner of all these cars,
Rico Castro himself.
Caption says,
"Love meeting new friends."
So she gets close to a kingpin
with an armada of badass cars,
but her car thief boyfriend
can't move in on the cars
with Castro in the picture.
Which is why I think Torque
and Chantel are the reason
Castro fled the country
in the first place.
These images ignited
the feds' investigation.
It's Castro bribing a dock
foreman to turn a blind eye
so his drug shipment
makes it through the port.
The photos were sent
anonymously to a DEA agent.
You think Torque and Chantel
managed to take them?
Yeah. I think they
were the tipsters.
I mean, think about it.
Two days later, Castro was gone.
After the DEA
processed the cars,
his entire fleet,
sitting there for the taking.
(device beeping)
TAN: Red Porsche Turbo seen
pulling into a warehouse
at Sixth and Camden
near downtown.
Hayes Exotic Motors.
A custom shop.
Owned by Ralph Hayes.
Decent criminal history:
theft, fraud,
illegal possession of a firearm.
I bet Torque's crew
is holed up there.
Let's move.
♪
Deac, take Powell and
Gamble around the front.
Tan, we hit from this side.
We'll meet you in the middle.
(exhales)
(grunts)
(lock snaps)
HONDO: Keep your angles tight.
Lot of places to hide in here.
TAN:
Castro's Porsche.
Why ditch a car
worth six figures? Crazy.
Those headlights?
On my six.
(engine idling)
Car's running.
HONDO: Stay away from the headlights.
We don't know if anybody's
in that thing.
Moving.
TAN:
Someone's in the driver's seat.
LAPD! Get out
of the car now!
Put your hands on your head!
TAN: Deac, we have a suspect
in a running car back here.
DEACON:
Roger that. On our way.
Tan, go.
He's gone.
20-David, we got
a deceased male,
GSW to the head.
Looks like the owner
of the shop.
DEACON:
Be right there.
Powell. Gamble, with me.
(metal clatters)
POWELL:
LAPD!
24-David, eyes on a suspect.
(grunting)
DEACON:
Game over.
On your knees.
Show me your hands.
Leon
Gamble's brother?
Are you kidding?
Just as surprised as you
to find him there, sir.
How long's he been
in interrogation?
He just got there.
We're icing him.
Is he saying anything?
Only that he had
nothing to do with it.
He was friends
with the deceased,
but this is all
a misunderstanding.
Hondo. Commander. Let me go in.
Let me question him.
Is she kidding?
Gamble, we talked about this
I know it's inappropriate,
but the answers we need,
I can get out of him.
HICKS:
It's not just inappropriate.
It's unethical.
Sir, please, listen to me.
Zero chance, kid.
Zip it.
(door opens)
Leon Thorton,
I'm Commander Robert Hicks.
This is one of my team leaders,
Sergeant Harrelson.
Yeah, we met.
Yeah. Yeah, why don't you
tell me what you told them?
You got the wrong guy.
Ralph Mr. Hayes,
I found him like that.
HICKS:
How'd you know Mr. Hayes?
Anybody that grew up wrenching
cars in South L.A. knew Ralph.
He would pull us
out of shop class
and pay us
to work in his garage.
I did it for a couple summers.
Why were you there today?
My sister said that Torque
was alive and back in town.
I knew that Ralph had beef
with him back in the day.
Thought the old man might be
in some sort of trouble,
especially if Torque
was on a rampage.
Guess I was right.
Straight up,
I could never hurt someone.
All right?
It's not in me to kill.
HICKS:
You're sure about that?
We know who your father is.
Man, go ask my sister.
She'll have my back.
She knows I'm not
capable of that.
HICKS: I spoke to her not ten seconds
before I walked in the room.
She said no such thing.
HONDO: Did you see anyone else
on the premises?
LEON: No.
HICKS: Why'd you run, then?
LEON:
'Cause I didn't want this to happen.
Why the hell do you think?
According to Hayes's invoices,
he did some aftermarket work
on a few of Castro's cars.
Paint jobs, hidden compartments,
bullet-proofing
So Hayes was tricking out
cars for a drug lord.
You know how the
security cams were down
in the garage
when he was killed?
Yeah, whoever killed him
disabled them.
They didn't realize he
was working on a car
with a dash cam
when he was ambushed.
Forensics just sent
over the recording.
(grunting)
(screaming)
I got a buyer on the way.
Which car is it?!
I don't know nothing
about no $60 million car.
I swear.
TORQUE:
I know about the hidden server.
Uh-huh. Castro told
my girl all about it.
Now, you remember installing
a damn supercomputer
in one of his rides, yeah?
Which one?!
(panting)
(car door opens)
(grunting)
(car engine starts)
(gunshot)
Leon was telling the truth.
He had nothing to do
with the murder.
We got to let Hicks know.
I just did.
A $60 million car.
How is that even possible?
The supercomputer.
Castro's paranoid
about being wiretapped.
He's rumored to only take calls
from his cars.
If Hayes installed
a hidden computer
in an air-gapped car,
it could have Castro's
smuggling routes,
stash house locations,
dealers' contact info.
Easily worth tens of millions
to one of his rivals.
The DEA inspected every car
before they were released.
You think Castro owned a car
that didn't make
the DEA's inventory?
If he did, we better find it
before Torque does.
Or he'll have the key
to Castro's entire empire.
We got to keep digging.
Hey.
Your boss is a jackass, you know.
Which one?
Both of 'em.
What did they mean
you didn't have my back?
Can you give us some space?
Yeah.
Leon
I already told y'all the truth.
D-Do you think
I can murder somebody?
Nah.
But maybe you got mixed up
with the wrong crowd,
made a mistake.
I'm fully legit.
Which you know
if you would care to ask me.
Everything we been
through with Dad,
you really think I'd want
to put my family through that?
I never said that.
I wanted to help you.
We're blood.
I know you.
Nah, Dev.
You don't.
And I don't know you, either.
If you could just call me back
as soon as you can,
that'd be great.
Thank you.
You were right.
That stalker woman, Heather.
She's done this before.
A professor at Southern
Coastal University
filed a restraining order
against her three years ago.
What happened?
I don't know.
The guy moved to London.
Just hoping he calls me back.
After Castro fled the country,
when the DEA showed up
at his estate,
Gail Tomkins was there
waiting for them.
His defense attorney.
Their report says
Tomkins drove off in a McLaren.
But she doesn't have a McLaren
registered to her name.
So she left
in one of Castro's cars.
That's what I'm thinking.
Right out from under
the DEA's nose.
We think there's
a stealth computer on board
with the layout of Castro's
entire fentanyl operation.
That's why Torque was after it.
Where's Castro's defense attorney now?
POWELL: Don't know.
She's not answering her phone,
home or office.
Tell Hondo, split the team.
We got to get to her
before Torque does.
CHANTEL:
How much longer?
Few more minutes.
Almost there.
TOMKINS:
Well, I don't know what they expect.
I've been in arbitration
all day.
Yeah. I'll review the contract
once I'm out of here.
I'll be ready
to settle by (gasps)
Oh, my God. Who are you?
What do you want?
Drop the phone.
I'll have to call you back.
There's a man with a gun,
call 911!
(approaching siren)
Cops!
What do we do now?
(siren wailing)
(tires squeal)
TAN:
That's Torque!
24-David, eyes on the McLaren
in the law office garage!
He's headed
for the lower levels.
(tires squealing)
LAPD!
Get out of the vehicle!
There's nowhere to go!
Step away from the car.
Turn around.
TAN:
Clear.
Where's Torque?
Where's your boyfriend?
Car's worth more
than most people's homes
and Torque was willing
to leave it behind.
He already accessed the server.
Must've downloaded
the blueprints
to Castro's whole operation.
If Torque pulls this deal off,
he'll disappear for good.
We won't get this close again.
You provided cover
for your boyfriend
while he escaped.
And you stood by
while he nearly put
a woman in a coma.
(chuckles)
Like I told your friends,
I have nothing to say.
That fentanyl ring
you're facilitating?
You know how many people
OD'd on it last year?
Nearly 2,000
in L.A. alone.
A mother.
Kids as young as 12.
People choose what
to put in their bodies.
Not if pills are
laced with this crap.
That's not my problem.
You know I've known Torque
longer than you have, right?
Over ten years, Chantel.
He ever mention Monique?
That was his girl at the time.
Only she claimed
they were engaged
when we brought her
in for questioning.
All right. What's your point?
The first time I met Torque
was when we brought Monique
in for vehicular manslaughter.
But it was very
clear to everyone
in the room it was Torque
who was behind the wheel.
But Monique took the fall.
What happened to her?
HONDO: Four years
at Chowchilla.
Then she moved back to Boston.
No family.
No future.
She was arrested last year
for prostitution.
Chantel, he used her up
and spit her out.
I'm betting it was his idea
for you to drive
the McLaren, wasn't it?
HICKS:
Look.
We got Torque on camera
saying he's got a buyer
lined up and on the way.
Just tell us who.
I don't know who.
He doesn't tell me
stuff like that.
I only know what I overhear.
Then what did you overhear?
Torque's gonna get
a $10-million cut.
He knows the guy is good for it.
They used to burn rubber as kids
or something.
They're meeting at some track
Torque used to race.
Any record of Torque
spending time at the speedways
back in the day?
Not that I can find.
He was boosting cars before
he had a learner's permit.
If it had an engine, he was
either racing it or robbing it.
Find anyone
he used to race with?
A lot of 'em are dead.
And the only one who even
comes close to having the cash
to take control
of Castro's empire
is incarcerated in Texas.
J.J. Ricken.
Synthetic drug mogul
doing time for racketeering.
Deac's on the phone
with his prison
to see if he's been
making calls to L.A.
How's Ricken
friends with Torque?
I'm not sure. But they were
both arrested in their 20s
after a drag race.
They made bail the next
day and were back at it.
So, Ricken was released
on bail earlier this month.
Improper jury selection.
He still in Texas?
No idea.
But the warden said
one of his guards
heard him mention something
about moving back home.
Well, if he's looking to
restart his drug ring in L.A.,
he's got the money to do it.
Torque said that the buyer
is on his way.
Which means the deal
could be going down now.
If they're meeting at some track
that Torque used to race
These are all the locations
of Torque's arrests
over the years.
Remember the Audis he stole
from the dealership,
cops never tied him to it?
What about them?
Leon said it was like
Torque had a secret tunnel.
Dealership's right here.
KMR Auto on Seventh Street
along the L.A. River.
There's a frontage road
that runs along the river
next to the train tracks.
That's the track.
Let's go.
(train horn blowing)
TORQUE:
Been a minute,
Ricken.
You look like hell.
Prison'll do that.
Better have my cut.
(bag unzips)
(engine revving)
What the hell?
You set me up!
(gunshots)
(groans)
(gunshots continue)
HONDO:
LAPD!
Guns down!
Last warning!
Hondo! Two o'clock!
Cover!
(gunfire)
Deacon, your move!
Lay cover fire!
(gunshots)
Tan, move up!
Roger!
Powell, where's Torque?!
Behind the Maserati!
I don't see him!
POWELL:
He's gonna make a run for it!
(starts engine)
(engine revs, tires screech)
Son of a bitch!
We got you, Hondo. Go, go!
(gunshots)
(engine revs, siren wails)
(tires screech)
(tires screeching)
(engines revving)
(tires screeching)
(horn honking)
(engines revving)
♪
(tires screech)
(tires screech)
(panting)
20-David. Collision just south.
Suspect's on foot,
headed for Mission Road.
(gunfire)
Let's go!
(gunshots)
(gunshots)
Drop your weapon!
(gunfire)
Moving!
POWELL:
Drop it!
(groans)
TAN:
Hands in the air!
Hondo, we're Code 4 back here.
Hondo?
♪
Oh, wait. Wait, wait,
what are you doing?
Don't make a sound.
Stop. Stop! (gasps) No!
No, no, no! No!
Don't do this!
No! No! No, no, no!
Don't do this!
(baby crying)
(woman shrieks)
Hey! Wait! My baby!
(gunshots)
(gasps)
(panting)
Honey! Honey!
20-David.
Suspect's down.
Repeat, he's down.
(sighs)
All right, let me know.
You think Torque will come back
from the dead again?
No. This one's gonna stick.
What I can't figure out is
we recovered Castro's Maserati,
his Porsche, his McLaren.
The hell'd they do
with the Lamborghini
they stole off
the carrier truck?
BOLO's still out.
It'll turn up.
Yeah. Yeah, you're
probably right.
Hey.
Thanks for the advice earlier.
I'm glad I held off
on reaching out to the parents
of that little girl.
Torque getting
another decade on this planet
when their daughter didn't,
that ain't gonna be
an easy pill to swallow, but
at least they'll know
justice was done.
When you get a chance,
apologize to your brother
for me.
Hicks and I went after him
pretty hard earlier.
I saw.
Probably wasn't fun to watch.
I should've believed him.
I know my brother could
never hurt anyone like that.
I've spent
so much time trying to
separate my job and my family,
sometimes I wonder
if I've forgotten
what I know to be true.
Or who I really am.
It's tough,
splitting yourself in two.
You lose a piece of both.
How'd you and Leon leave things?
Bad.
And now he won't
answer my calls.
I don't know if he's ever
gonna speak to me again.
Show up on his doorstep.
He'll turn me away.
Let him.
He'll see
that it matters to you.
You really think so?
I do.
I really do.
♪
Thank you for being so open
about all this with me.
I know these probably aren't
memories you care to revisit.
Yeah. You, too. Bye.
So that was Heather's
other stalking target.
The guy in London.
The professor?
Yeah. He helped her out
with some situation that she
had with a student athlete
a few years ago.
And she got obsessed.
Phone calls, texts.
She showed up at his
son's baseball game,
so he got a restraining order.
Well, doesn't sound
like it ended things.
No, it didn't.
She broke into his house,
posed in his shirt, took photos
(groans)
sent the wife the pictures.
The wife was away at the time.
She didn't know what to
believe. The marriage ended.
Does Heather know your family's
out of town for the weekend?
Yes.
Looking
in the rearview mirror ♪
Until I got proof
Won't start
till I get away from you, girl ♪
Loving you is insane
You tell me
that I've changed ♪
Don't know why you're here, Dev.
I said what I had to say.
I want to say I'm sorry.
For doubting you.
I want things to get back to
how they used to be between us.
You gonna quit being a cop?
Yeah, didn't think so.
Look, things haven't been
like that for a long time.
I didn't make it easy.
But I want it to change.
I'll put in the work,
if you let me.
Maybe I want it to change, too.
Well, maybe this damn game
is starting in ten minutes.
Can I get a beer?
(scoffs)
You can get it yourself.
Some things never change.
You know where you're at.
♪
(inhales)
(door creaking softly)
(phone camera shutter clicking)
(footsteps approaching)
♪
(breathing heavily)
I wanted to surprise you.
Put your hands in the air.
Backup is on the way.
They'll be here any minute.
Is that really necessary?
I met your wife.
I could tell she didn't
exactly know what to make of me.
Had you told her about me?
Hands in the air.
What are you doing in my house?
Mm.
I think you know
what I'm doing here.
(chuckles softly)
You
want this just as much as I do.
(breathing heavily)
You need help, Heather.
Mm-hmm.
OFFICER:
LAPD! Sergeant Kay?
Yeah! Up here!
Code 4.
(panting)
I don't need
this kind of help.
You were supposed to save me.
I'll tell your wife.
I'll-I'll tell her everything.
How you looked at me, how you
You can say whatever you want.
Everyone can see
who you really are.
Trying to make a dollar out
of 50 Cent ♪
What's up?
MAN: Hey, what's up?
But that don't mean
that I fall for anything ♪
Tell me
what I'm 'posed to dream ♪
When I ain't 'posed
to do this ♪
♪
(creaking)
LEON:
What are you gonna do?
You lied to me.
Ralph Hayes.
Did you kill him?
Hell no.
Nothing like that.
I just apologized
for doubting you
and you let me!
I did lie to you, okay?
I knew Torque way back when.
He hit me up last week.
Said he had a job in L.A.
Asked me if I wanted
to crew up. I said no.
And he gave you
a quarter-million-dollar car?
That makes sense.
Look, all I did
was hook him up with
some equipment
signal jammers, some
fob cloners that's all.
The car was just a payoff
so I'd keep my mouth shut.
I need to place you
under arrest.
Walk away, Dev.
All right? No one has to know.
You can't rat out
your own brother.
You are coming with me to HQ.
You're gonna make a statement,
get a lawyer
Man, I ain't going nowhere
with you, Dev.
Don't move.
Put your hands
over your head, Leon.
I mean it.
Stop!
You're gonna shoot me?
I know who you are, remember?
And you know me.
So you know I ain't lying.
All I did
was sell hardware to a guy
I knew a long time ago.
Come on.
You're not gonna shoot me.
♪
(shuddering)
(knocking at door)
Hey.
Can I come in?
Of course.
Everything okay?
You were right.
About my brother.
He knew more than
he was letting on.
How so?
Torque called him last week.
Leon hooked him up
with some supplies.
In exchange, Torque's team
dropped the Lamborghini off
at his house.
I found it there,
and that's where
you'll find it, too.
Leon was working with Torque?
Where is he now?
I don't know.
Did you go after him?
I didn't want to.
I still don't.
You let him walk?
He's my brother, Hondo.
What am I supposed to do?
I don't know, Gamble.
Maybe try to convince him
to do the right thing.
Even if that would've worked,
who knows what they
would've thrown at him?
So, yeah,
I let him go.
How am I supposed
to trust you now?
You aren't.
Rejoining the LAPD,
I thought I could keep
my family separate.
As long as I'm here, I
can't be a good sister
or a good cop, so
I'm going back to Oakland.
For good.
Maybe that's for the best.
(sighs)
This letter explains everything.
Give it to whoever needs it.
♪
Thank you
for bringing me on 20-Squad.
You guys always made me feel
like I belong.
(shuddering)
Please tell the team
I said goodbye. And
I'm sorry I failed you.
Yeah, so am I.
♪
(shudders)
(door closes)
and TOYOTA.
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