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Here come the fireworks.

HONDO: Previously on S.W.A.T...

DARRYL: She hate him deep.

She's got her reasons, D.

You ditched Mom, Wendy and me, and you never came back!

I didn't do right by you.

You might want to think about mending fences

and owning up to your mistakes.

And I'm talking about really owning up to them.

To Mom.

(ENGINES RUNNING)

(GUNFIRE)

(BABY CRYING)

Street's brother.

Foster brother.

Nate Warren.

The reason I'm here is I need your help.

You owe me one.

STREET: I had to hit four places

just to find Mama Joan's favorites.

Yeah. Thanks for coming.

This means a lot.

It means a lot having you back in my life.

Paying respects to the woman

who brought us together only seems right.

The best foster mom I've ever had.

She'd be so proud of you, Streeter.

L.A.P.D.

S.W.A.T.

(CHUCKLES) Who would've thought?

She'd be proud of you, too, man.

Steady job, paying your bills.

You're killing it.

Nah, the truth is

work ain't so good these days.

I'm in some trouble, man.

Last week, after I closed the bar,

two guys bust in.

Ski masks and guns.

We've been robbed before, but this was different.

And they weren't looking for cash.

What were they looking for?

Heroin.

My boss, Nolan?

He's into some shady business.

And I guess he uses

the bar for a stash house.

Somehow the guys knew about it,

and grabbed the drugs from the back room.

So your boss gets ripped off, why is that your problem?

Because he blames me for the lost product.

50 grand.

He says I must've been in on the job.

Were you in on it?

What?

No!

I'm sorry.

Listen, I still got some cop buddies in Long Beach.

I'll make some calls. With you as a witness,

we'll put this Nolan guy away.

No!

Hell no! Look, Nolan's connected.

You'll find me in a gutter before he's even arraigned.

Well, then, what do you want me to do?

I don't know.

Maybe you should talk to him.

Tell him you know all about his operation,

and you'll turn a blind eye if he lets me walk.

Do you have any idea how illegal that is?

Do you remember the blood oath that we had as kids, man?

I'm in some serious trouble, brother.

So, please... can you help me?

DANIEL: I was too selfish

to deserve you and the family we had made.

Did you practice saying all this?

Yes, I did, and a whole lot of other ways to apologize.

For running off with some other woman?

For leaving me and our children behind?

You all deserved so much better from me.

I'm sorry.

CHARICE: You're sorry? You're sorry now?

What makes you think I believe you now?

I'm not asking you to forgive me.

I can't go back and fix the past.

I'm just asking you to see...

Daniel, stop!

Daniel, stop!

HONDO: Mama, Pop!

Pop, that's enough, Pop!

(CHARICE SOBBING)

It's all right, baby. It's okay.

I was just getting ready to leave.

I left your food on the stove.

Mama, what's going on?

Baby, I'm really okay.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Okay, real talk. Why was my mama crying?

You asked me to mend fences. Your words!

I told you to mend fences, not upset her!

Life is complicated, son.

Well, let me make it real simple for you.

I ain't about to let you break

my mother's heart all over again.

Am I ever gonna be able to do anything right in your eyes?

Never mind.

(DOOR SLAMS)

DEACON: Did you get her to sleep?

Yeah, finally.

She's having the same nightmares again.

(SIGHS)

All right, I'll, uh,

I'll talk to her teacher tomorrow.

See if there's something going on at school.

Oh, come on, David.

We both know it's not the school.

I'm not blaming you, I just... Ever since our house got shot up...

What are we supposed to do?

I booked a session tomorrow with Dr. Collins.

For all of us.

I know you don't like the idea of therapy,

but our kids need to talk through this.

And we need to be there for them.

All right.

I'm on call tomorrow,

but hopefully it'll quiet, so...

Hey.

Huh?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

We'll get through this.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

El Monte?

Yes.

"Taifa."

That a Somali name?

Yes, sir.

Oh, righteous. My, uh...

My wife's from Somalia.

Charge your phone?

Yeah, thanks.

Yeah, she, um, she was born there,

but she left when she was a baby.

Civil war and all that.

Her parents say it was brutal.

We all have different lives now.

Amen to that.

Have we crossed paths at a barbeque or something?

I feel like I've seen your face.

(CHUCKLES) I doubt it.

I don't get out much.

(GASPS)

(CLEARS THROAT) Uh, you know what?

Change of plans. You can, uh,

you can actually just let me out right here.

Get some bad news on your phone?

Yeah, just a text.

But, seriously, anywhere here is good.

(ENGINE REVVING)

Hey, what're you doing? Stop!

Stop!

(GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOT)

(SIREN WAILING)

Looking at a barricade situation in a corner deli.

Two men, one of 'em armed, holding the other hostage.

Let's get 'em both out alive.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Man, Luca makes driving this thing look easier than it is.

Yeah, well, Black Betty's a load.

You put a dent in her, Tan,

Luca's gonna have your ass.

Yeah, yeah.

What's the latest with Luca, anyway?

Anything new from his doctors?

Street! You with us?

Yeah, sorry. He's basically going stir crazy,

but the doctor says he's got to stay off the hip

for a few more weeks while they try this new therapy.

We'll get him back to beast mode.

But for today, we're one man down, so stay sharp.

Hey. What's going on?

I'm just thinking about some family stuff.

(SIREN WAILING)

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER MEGAPHONE)

HONDO: This is the L.A.P.D.!

Come out with your hands up!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Drop the gun! Do it now!

No, no, no, no. It's okay. I'm the good guy.

I said drop the gun now!

I got a shot, boss.

He's a crazy man!

This guy's a monster!

TAIFA: What are you waiting for? Shoot him!

He's the one you want!

Drop the gun or we will shoot!

(STAMMERS) Okay.

All right.

Move! Move!

DEACON: Hands behind your head.

Behind your head.

This is 20-David to command. Code 4. Suspects in custody.

He's crazy. He attacked me in my own car.

EL MONTE: You pulled the gun. It's his. This is Aden Syed.

Aden Syed, okay? He's a monster!

We're gonna take you both in and sort this out.

Photo's pretty old. Could be the guy we brought in.

I don't know, maybe.

A lot more than maybe. Fingerprints came back.

That warlord on the screen?

Same man sitting in holding, Aden Syed.

There's an Interpol Red Notice out on him.

Red Notice? Issued by who?

International Criminal Court.

This guy's wanted by The Hague?

TAN: Mmm-hmm.

So he's pretty straight-up evil.

Hondo, you served in Somalia back then. What do you know about him?

Syed was responsible for murdering thousands during the civil war,

and enslaving children as soldiers.

They called him the "Saw Man"

for the way he would cut body parts off anyone who resisted him.

Oh, you've been gone for a minute.

Thought maybe we'd seen the last of you.

Oh, sorry to disappoint.

I was working a special project for the mayor.

This is Fabrice Vachel from the International Criminal Court.

And Agents Lufkin and Sampath.

ICC's been going after Syed for a while.

We almost had Syed 25 years ago,

but he slipped away in Somalia.

We're not taking any chances this time.

They'll be assuming custody of Mr. Syed until his extradition.

Well, happy to get him off our hands, trust me.

The news is already out about his arrest,

so sooner's better for both of us.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(DOOR SHUTS)

You ever cross paths with Syed when you were in Somalia?

Not face-to-face.

But I saw plenty of his handiwork.

(GUNSHOTS)

(METAL CLANKING)

What the hell was that?

Shots. We're taking fire.

(GUNSHOTS)

This is Agent Lufkin.

Mayday! We're taking fire out here!

Back up, back up, back up!

HONDO: Get to the gate!

Cover left!

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

HONDO: Vandelli's team did a sweep of the area,

but there's no sign of the shooters.

We've got an air unit up and searching,

but my guess is they're long gone.

But not necessarily for good.

Syed left behind widows

and orphans that moved to the U.S.

Most of the Somali community would love to see him dead.

LYNCH: Since he's such a hot target,

what do you say we let S.W.A.T. handle the transport

and provide security at your safe house?

We've got the gear and the know-how to keep him alive

until you can transport him.

When is that?

Tonight.

Happy to accept your offer.

VERNA: Officer, where are you taking me?

GREG: Right this way.

No!

No, there's been a mistake.

Please, I just need to see him.

Ma'am,

I'm sorry, but...

HONDO: Officer.

What's the problem?

Ma'am, I'm Sergeant Harrelson.

How can I help you?

I'm Verna Taifa.

I'm looking for my husband, Bashir.

We got this.

You're Bashir Taifa's wife?

He called me, terrified.

Said some maniac attacked him in his car.

Now I'm seeing this nonsense on TV.

They think he's a terrorist?

Hey, uh,

you must be Bashir's son. What's your name, bud?

Maxamed, but everybody calls me Max.

Oh. Okay, Max.

Tell you what, why don't we go see

if we can find you a snack in the kitchen?

All right. Come on.

Ma'am.

Why don't you come with me?

It's not him.

There's a resemblance, but I've known the man 12 years.

He's not some warlord killer.

He's my husband.

I know this is a lot for you to take in,

and I can't imagine how you must feel...

How I feel is outraged, Sergeant.

I'm staring at a black policeman

who's profiled my husband because he looks like

some other African man.

I wish I was wrong. I do.

But we took his fingerprints, and they match.

My husband is a kind man,

a good father.

I'm not gonna argue that.

And he may be those things now,

but back then,

your husband slaughtered families

and enslaved their children as his soldiers.

I don't believe you.

Have you ever met your husband's family?

They died in the war. That's why he came here.

How about his friends?

Anyone who knew him before you met?

No.

So you don't know

anyone who knew him 20 years ago.

I see what you're doing.

I'm getting a lawyer.

My husband's innocent.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR SLAMS)

So did you manage to dig up anything

on that bar I asked about?

Owner's a guy named Teague Nolan.

Got his fingers in all kinds of naughty stuff.

Anything you can bring him in on?

It's all whispers.

Nothing concrete. The word is,

he's not a guy you want to tangle with.

What put him on your radar?

My brother works in his bar.

I'm just trying to keep him out of trouble.

STRICKLAND: Then tell him to quit.

Okay. Thanks, man.

Thanks for the intel.

Anytime.

Yeah.

Is that the family stuff you mentioned earlier?

Yeah, yeah, my foster brother is just in a bit of a jam.

Wrong place, wrong time type of thing.

I hope you're not doing anything stupid to get him out of it.

What's that supposed to mean?

Come on.

Misplaced family loyalties

is what got you in trouble last time.

I'm only saying this because I care, and because...

Maybe you need to hear it.

Thanks. I'm not gonna do anything stupid.

I'll figure it out.

(LAUGHTER, INDISTINCT CHATTER)

What happened? How is Syed still alive?

You and Musa were supposed to kill him.

We tried.

Outside the police station. But I guess we missed.

On the news, they say they're sending him to Europe to stand trial.

Where he'll get hot meals, a soft bed

and an army of lawyers.

Is that justice?

No.

This is why we can't let that happen.

We must get to Syed before he leaves the country.

Yes, but how?

We don't even know where he is now.

I have a friend. A dispatcher for the police.

She hears everything on her radio.

Maybe she knows.

Good. See what you can find out.

But in case that doesn't work,

I know another way we can get to Syed.

How long am I gonna be here?

Till the ICC's ready for extradition.

Can you at least uncuff me?

Sit down and shut up.

How is it I have offended you?

Cuff his ass to the table.

Here.

I'm gonna go get us some food.

Deacon, Chris, this is Zara.

She's a dispatcher over at Central,

and she just heard from a fellow Somali with an interesting request.

We're a small community. Many of us know each other.

A man called me named Abdi.

He wanted to know if I heard anything

about where the police were keeping Aden Syed.

Offered to pay me if I told him.

One of the shooters, maybe?

Or someone connected to them.

What did you say?

The truth.

Said I hadn't heard anything.

He told me to see if I could find out.

Okay, good. That gives us something to work with.

Whether this guy Abdi is one of the shooters or not,

we gotta get our hands on him.

According to Zara, he's waiting on her to call him back.

HONDO: Good. That's perfect.

Let's have her make that call.

Tell him that she does not want to discuss it over the phone.

She will meet with him in person on her lunch break.

Somewhere we can control.

Exactly.

Use Luca's food truck.

Pull Abdi's photo off of DMV records,

and then we snatch him up as soon as we get eyes on him.

All over it.

Stay sharp, man.

We don't know if he's working alone.

Understood.

Deacon, the Somali community's full of good people.

I got to know a lot of them while I was deployed over there.

But what Syed did could bring out the worst in anyone.

All right, I'll keep you posted.

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

Why do you act like I've done something to you?

Like you know me.

I do know you.

I don't think so.

Maybe you know the lies that you see on TV.

The fake news America creates

to justify their wars.

But that's not me.

Eat your sandwich. Other than that, keep your mouth shut.

(WOMAN SINGING IN SPANISH ON RADIO)

Anybody got eyes on the suspect?

All clear on the one-side.

STREET: All clear on the two.

These pupusas are the bomb, though.

Deac, hold up. Your 12 o'clock. Other side of the truck.

Got him.

Rabbit!

DEACON: L.A.P.D. Hold it right there!

STREET: Let's go!

DEACON: 30-David to Command.

We're Code 4.

Nice work nabbing Abdi.

Thanks.

But we've got a new problem. A bigger one.

This just went up on YouTube.

This message is for Aden Syed,

the famous Saw Man.

Time has come for you to confess your crimes.

No longer will you escape justice.

We have prepared a list of the atrocities

we personally know you are guilty of.

You will videotape your confession,

and post it within four hours

to all the major news sites for the world to see.

If you do not comply, we will do to your family

what you did to ours.

You will watch your child kill his own mother.

DEACON: That's Verna. And Max.

Here is your statement.

Syed, we just received word

that your wife and son were kidnapped.

The kidnappers are demanding you read a confession

in exchange for their freedom.

Is this correct?

It is.

I'm not speaking to you.

I'm speaking to your commanding officer.

The one who refuses to speak to me.

We can record your confession from here

and send it out before the deadline

in a little less than four hours.

That'll buy us time to locate your wife and your son,

and rescue them.

You were a soldier once, weren't you?

A Marine.

Were you in Somalia?

Did you fight there?

Is that why you think you know me?

I was stationed in Merca and Kismayo.

You must have seen terrible things.

You also must have heard terrible things about me.

What if I told you those stories were

invented by my enemies?

That I let people believe those lies

because it served a purpose.

In Somalia, to be feared was to stay alive.

We are not talking about Somalia!

We are talking about saving the life

of your wife and your son

right here, right now.

Now, are you willing to read that confession or not?

First, you break bread with me

and tell me the things that you saw in Somalia.

It will be good to talk of my homeland again.

DEACON: Feiruz Hussein Abdi.

No priors.

Married, with three kids.

Got a nice job

at a Somali restaurant on Fairfax.

Do you know where Syed's wife and son are?

Who's holding them?

So, what turns a law-abiding citizen

into a vigilante?

That burn mark on your arm.

Syed's men give that to you?

Judging from your age,

you must have been a kid during the Somali Civil War.

Were you a child soldier in Syed's army?

I was young

when Syed forced me to fight.

I have not had a full night's sleep

since I was ten years old.

What do you know about the kidnapping of Syed's family?

Syed will pay.

He is a great evil

that needs to be eliminated from this world.

Even at the cost of a mother and a child dying horribly?

Think about your own mother.

Do not ever speak

of my mother again.

Imagine the stuff he saw.

Or did.

Child goes through something that traumatic,

how do you even begin to work your way back from that?

I only know my own story.

For me, going through trauma bonded me to my brother, Nate.

As a kid, I was willing to fight,

even die for him if necessary.

Yeah, but these kidnappers, they're not kids anymore.

That doesn't mean their scars have healed.

Trauma's still real.

Now they're using the skills they learned in Syed's army

to get revenge against him.

Chris and I

could head down to the restaurant where Abdi works,

see if anyone knows anything.

All right.

I'll go through his social media,

see if I can find anything.

Okay.

♪♪ ♪♪

Excuse me. Are you Idil Barni?

I am. How may I help you?

I'm Officer Alonso. This is Officer Street. L.A.P.D S.W.A.T.

Do you have a second?

Yes.

We have some questions about one of your employees, Abdi.

He was arrested trying to bribe an L.A.P.D employee

for information about Aden Syed.

We saw on TV that Syed is alive.

Abdi was upset.

That explains why he missed his shift.

Well, Abdi may be in more trouble than you realize.

He might be involved

in the kidnapping of Syed's family.

Now, do you know anyone else he could be working with?

Anyone who might want revenge on Syed?

There are fathers,

mothers, schoolteachers and mechanics

who eat at my restaurant,

and every one of them would want to see Syed dead.

Syed is in police custody.

He'll stand trial for his crimes at The Hague.

Wasn't he supposed to stand trial 25 years ago?

(PHONE CHIMES)

I'm sorry.

I respect the police,

the job you do,

but I have no sympathy

for butchers.

I get it.

But we need the names of all your employees,

especially anybody close to Abdi.

STREET: Nate,

I can't talk right now. I'm working a case.

Nolan decided how I have to work off my debt.

He said I got to drive five kilos of heroin

to Phoenix tonight.

He's coming back with the car and drugs at closing time.

Can you stall him?

I tried, but he's not having it.

He said it's either this or else.

Look, you know the family I come from.

I avoided doing time, and I'm proud of that.

Now I'm supposed to drive while black

with 25 years to life of drugs in my trunk, man?

That's not gonna happen, all right?

I'll be there tonight after closing.

Okay? I'm gonna get you out of this.

Just trust me. Bye.

Is that your brother?

Yeah.

Yeah. Problem solved. Yeah.

DEACON: Hondo, the fact that the Somali community

is so tight-knit is working in our favor.

I pulled up Abdi's social media pages. I found eight men

that have the same scar on their arm that he has.

That means they were probably all former child soldiers,

some of them likely to be our kidnappers.

Employee records from Abdi's restaurant.

Six more suspects to consider.

HONDO: Six? No. We have to narrow down that list.

These kidnappers are organized.

They came together fast.

I'm betting they are all local.

DEACON: All right.

Eliminate anyone living outside the area.

Okay.

That gives us eight, Hondo. But there's

no way of identifying our kidnappers without getting eyes

from someone who knows them.

Copy that.

Send me and Tan the photos.

(DOOR CLOSES)

You were right. I don't want to talk to you.

But if it means saving

your wife and your son, then let's chat.

We have reason to believe

that some of these men kidnapped your family.

Do you recognize any of them?

First, answer my question.

What did you see in Somalia?

First time I heard the name "the Saw Man"

was when my unit ran across a village ransacked.

I found a woman who was barely alive.

She had been carrying her baby on her back.

There was blood running down her dress,

dripping from behind her, leaving a trail.

Her last breath was blaming you for what happened.

And you believed her?

That is war, isn't it?

There's war, and then there's evil.

In that same village, we found a ten-year-old boy,

still alive.

Too terrified to even mention your name.

But he told us what happened there.

Your soldiers burned down every home,

and they killed every man.

And the women and children

were dragged out into the desert,

and they were given a choice.

They would be raped and killed in front of their children,

or the children could kill their own mothers instead.

He said that day,

his mother apologized for bringing him into the world,

and then begged him to pull the trigger

so your soldiers would not dishonor her.

The children who couldn't do it

followed their mothers into a grave.

And the ones who did it

became child soldiers for your army.

So no matter what lies you tell, that's who you are.

The world has never been ruled by weak men.

Don't look at me like that.

You're a monster, too, Sergeant.

It's inside you.

Like most, you try to deny it, keep it down.

But it's there.

The monster never completely leaves.

He only waits for the right opportunity to come out.

Now that you answer my question...

I know his face.

Yusef.

He was 13 years old when he joined me.

Yusef Ahmed.

I'm on it.

You can still save your family.

Read this confession,

and I will make sure that it gets on the air in time.

There's no point in confessing.

If Yusef has Verna and Max,

he will kill them no matter what I say.

Because that is how I trained him.

(MUFFLED GROANS)

No tears, Max. You are a soldier now.

Soldiers do not cry.

They do as they are told.

(MUFFLED SOBS)

Less than an hour to go.

If Syed does not properly confess,

you know what we have to do.

Yusef, we're not really going to make the boy do this?

Syed made these rules, not me.

Have our lives taught us nothing?

They are innocent.

They are not innocent.

They are the love and blood of the Saw Man.

It is just, and it is poetic that he suffers.

Kidnapping them, threatening Syed, yes.

But killing these two...

Don't tell me you're weak, Hamid.

You know how the weak end up.

HONDO: L.A.P.D.! Show me your hands!

OFFICER: Police!

Hands in the air.

Don't move!

DEACON: Two.

Two, two, two.

Just keep your hands where I can see them.

STREET: Right side clear.

CHRIS: Left side clear.

STREET: House clear.

Sit down.

What is this? What do you want?

STREET: He's not here,

but there's a closet full of men's clothing back there.

And this.

Employee ID, Numark Grand hotel.

Where's Yusef?

I don't have to say anything.

Your boyfriend kidnapped an innocent woman and her young son.

STREET: And if we don't find him soon, he's gonna kill 'em.

So where is he?

Arrest me or go.

I know where Yusef is.

Astur!

He's with my husband, Hamid, and another man named Musa

at my house.

Hamid told me to stay away.

He told me not to come until he called me.

Where do you live?

321 Magnolia Drive.

That's 20 minutes away.

We're running out of time.

Your wife and your son.

Can you really just sit there

knowing that you are letting them die?

You were a fighter.

You know, just as I do, there are costs in every war.

HONDO: War? What war?

Syed, your battle is over.

It's in the past, and you lost!

You have been living here peacefully for 20 years.

You have someone who cares about you.

You have a family. You have a son.

That has to matter to you!

Please. At least try to save them.

Call the department P.I.O.

Have 'em alert the local news networks.

On it.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Go ahead.

My name is Aden Syed.

I hold in my hand a statement,

a confession I'm being pressured to read.

I've been told there are lives depending on it.

Yusef...

And I'm speaking directly to you now...

Do you not know me?

Do you really think I would put

a woman and child above my values and principles?

Confessions, apologies...

They are not for me.

You son of a bitch!

You son of a bitch!

TAN: Hondo!

Hey, Hondo! Hey, get off him!

Come on, get off! Come on!

SYED: There it is.

There's the monster.

(PHONE RINGING)

It's Deacon.

Deacon, tell me you found Verna and Max.

We've got an address. We're on our way.

HONDO: Call Command.

You have patrol clear the streets.

We're still 15 minutes out.

Patrol might beat us there, but they can't make entry,

not with hostages at stake.

Hondo, we might be too late.

Deacon, don't you say that to me.

You get there as fast as you can!

(WHIMPERING)

YUSEF: Time is up. He didn't do it.

Syed didn't read the confession.

(BOTH CRYING)

Yusef, please.

(CRYING)

You are no longer a boy.

Now, you become a man,

just as Hamid, Musa and I did once,

at the orders of your father.

DEACON: Street, we need eyes inside.

Roger.

(HOSTAGES CRYING)

(CRYING)

YUSEF: Don't cry.

You are only doing what must be done.

(MUFFLED) No.

Following orders.

(CRYING)

Same as I did for your father.

Kill her.

Or I will kill you.

(SOBBING)

Deac, we're out of time.

(CRIES)

L.A.P.D.! Drop your weapon!

L.A.P.D.! On the ground!

On the ground now! Face down...

CHRIS: L.A.P.D. S.W.A.T.!

DEACON: Drop your weapon!

Stay back, or I'll shoot!

(TASER BUZZING)

You lower your gun and let the boy go.

I gave the boy a choice, the same choice Syed gave us.

His soldiers forced us to kill our own families.

But you survived.

You created a life for yourself. Don't become like Syed.

What do you expect me to be?

(GUNSHOT)

(YUSEF GRUNTS)

CHRIS: Come here. Come here, come here. I got you.

I got you. You're safe.

You're safe.

(VERNA GROANING)

DEACON: 30-David to Command, we're Code 4.

Three suspects in custody. Both hostages secure.

I need an R/A roll into my location

for a GSW to one of the suspects.

HONDO: You know, Syed, you're right.

There is a monster in all of us.

But it's our choices that separate us,

and it's the stronger man who chooses

to keep the monster down.

If you say so.

DEACON: Hondo?

She'd like a final word.

The men who took me showed me their scars,

told me their stories.

I will not miss you.

Max!

Max doesn't want to speak to you.

He didn't even want to come here.

You are no longer his father.

♪♪ ♪♪

CHRIS: Hey.

Where you headed?

It's your brother, isn't it?

I'll come with. Maybe I can help with whatever the problem is.

I'm good. Honestly, it's fine. Don't worry.

I know where you're headed. Down to that shady bar

in Long Beach where your brother works, all right?

Chris, it's fine. Seriously.

Just leave it, all right?

First your mom, then Nate.

Why is it your job to save your family every time they screw up?

Chris,

I get your concern and I appreciate that,

but at some point, you're gonna have to trust me.

Okay? Don't try to manage my life. I'm not a kid.

Hey! I said leave it.

What's going on?

Mr. Grown-Up over here

is about to go down to Long Beach

to do something really stupid.

Street?

I know what I'm doing.

And by the way,

off the job, I don't have to answer to either of you.

(ANNIE WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

Daddy.

Hey, pumpkin.

What are you doing in our bed?

Mommy was just reading me a story.

Want to join us?

(CHUCKLES) Okay. What do you got?

Oh, that's a good one.

Tell you what, why don't you go pick a different book

and then you can read to us, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

(EXHALES)

So how'd the kids do with the psychiatrist today?

It was a bit rocky at first,

for Lila.

She's got her old man's stoic nature.

Not always a good thing, huh?

Dr. Collins was great, though.

Once she got Lila talking,

she gave me and her some really helpful tools

to help her work through the anxiety.

It's a start.

I'm sorry I couldn't be there.

I really wanted to be.

I know.

♪♪ Shining down... ♪♪

There's my baby.

Hey, Mama.

You look tired.

I am.

Where's Pop?

I asked him to go to Brianna's

so that you and I could talk.

♪♪ This world was made for you ♪♪

♪♪ This world made for believing ♪♪

♪♪ In all the things you're gonna do... ♪♪

I don't want him to hurt you again.

Loneliness hurts, too.

Last night,

when your father and I were talking

and he started trying to apologize...

Okay, but Mama,

you deserve better than what he did to you.

I know.

But with who?

Some other old man whose mistakes I don't know?

This illness has burned the hustle out of your daddy.

I see his gentle side again.

What's going on? What are you doing?

I don't know.

(EXHALES)

All of this is just,

taking me back to a time when I was young,

when I had my whole life ahead of me.

When I used to be beautiful.

Stop that.

You always gonna be beautiful.

To you.

That's right.

(BOTH LAUGH)

(DOOR OPENS)

Get your ass in here, Nate.

I need this delivery in Phoenix by the morning.

You brought a cop?

STREET: Relax.

I'm not here to bust anybody.

I'm just here to negotiate for Nate.

Yes, he's my brother.

Foster brother.

STREET: Here's the deal,

you let Nate walk away from all this,

and I don't tell my friends in Narcotics

about your little side business here.

What do you say? No reason we can't all walk away happy.

Yeah, what would make me happy is to have my product

in Phoenix before the morning.

(DOOR THUDS)

GUNMAN: Nobody move!

Get your hands up!

Whoa, whoa.

Hands up! Drop it, now!

You set me up again?

NATE: No!

I didn't.

We just came in for a drink, man.

Yeah? And we just want the drugs.

We're just gonna head out, all right? No trouble from us.

Shut the hell up and don't move!

Hey, take it easy, okay?

You want to see easy?

I will shoot you in the face, real easy!

Okay.

Okay. Just go.

I'm gonna take care of this.

Go! Go! All of you.

Go on. Go, go!

Get out of here. All of you!

Go!

Go! Come on!

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

The Description of Monster