S.W.A.T. Page #2

He's not gonna give us

a second chance.

What are you gonna do? Piss away

all the hard work you did to get here?

Piss what away, Jimmy?

The cage?

Come on, man.

We're better than that,

and you know it.

You gonna come with me?

A real partner wouldn't have

to ask that, would he?

A real partner would step up

to what he did in the bank.

- Yeah. I saved the hostage.

- You disobeyed the hold.

- No, I saved that hostage!

- You disobeyed the hold!

You made the decision yourself.

And you shot a hostage.

Jesus, Brian!

You sound a lot like Fuller.

Is that what you two were talking

about in there?

Did you rat me out?

You cut a deal to get back

on the team, Jimmy?

- Did I cut a deal?

- Yeah, did you?

How many times have I covered up

for one of your goddamn stunts?

That's what a partner's

supposed to do.

You just picked a paycheck

over me, bro.

You just picked yourself

over everything else.

You want to stay here

and be Fuller's b*tch...

...you go right ahead.

I can't do it.

I can't do it.

Damn it. Goddamn it.

Goddamn it, Jim!

Partners for five years.

This is how you want to end it.

I didn't end it.

You sold me out to the brass.

You know, I never realized till now

how full of sh*t you are.

F*** you and SWAT.

- You're too attached to that soda, Gus.

- Love that stuff.

The wife would have my behind

if she busted me sucking that down.

Why, is she a Mr. Pibb fan?

You know the deal, Jim.

When we got married,

I converted to Mormonism.

We can't consume anything

that alters our state of mind.

We treat our bodies with respect.

And I treat mine

like an amusement park.

It's the differences

that make this country great.

Need them cleaned

by the morning, boys.

You were supposed to have

it in a half-hour ago.

What, your boy gonna report me

to the captain?

Just for thinking you look good

in that mustache.

Your mom seems to like it, though.

So does your sister.

Hey, sarge, welcome back.

- Look who's back.

- Welcome back, sarge.

What's up, Hondo?

Hey, sarge.

- Howdy.

- What do you need?

Sgt. Hondo? You're back.

You know what they say, Gus.

You're either SWAT or you're not.

Yes, sir. What can I do for you?

Oh, just a tune-up.

But please, don't touch my sights.

- And I made some modifications...

- To the trigger too.

- And you are?

- Jim Street.

Street.

Yeah, we'll leave them intact.

- I need that back by tomorrow.

- Can do, sergeant.

- Good to see you.

- Good seeing you.

Gosh, Gus, is that a woody?

Heck, yeah. That's Hondo.

He's old-school SWAT.

The gold standard of ass-kicking.

Sorry, butt-kicking. I guess he's back.

I guess he is.

A weeklong series,

attacking us top to bottom.

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