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- Previously on SWAT...
- Stop!

Marcos, you've done time.
Help us find who did this,

I can get the charges dropped.

You want black and whites
outside your door every morning?

We should be working
together on this.

Look, just because
we shook hands once or twice

don't mean we're a team.

When I got back from Mexico,

I had a real clear idea
of what I wanted.

You.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Please...

You gettin' on?

Thank you. Mm-hmm.

Miss, I don't understand you.

No hable.

We were waiting
what felt like days

in that ER.

All the while,
I'm cradling little Winnie,

poor baby, sick as a dog.

- How old was she?
- She was five.

Daniel was three.

Although he was acting grown,

pacing and demanding
answers about the wait.

Mm, sounds like someone I know.

So finally they call us
into the exam room.

Soon as the doctor comes in,
little Daniel...

- All two feet of him...
- Okay,

I was taller than two feet, Mom.

Little Daniel yelled at that
doctor, "What took you so long?

You know my sister's sick."

My son, taking care
of his big sister,

even as a little boy.

- Good man in the making.
- Mm.

So, Nichelle,

tell me, how is your
community center?

Actually, perfect.

Ever since we did
the renovations,

I haven't had to worry
about pipes bursting

or mold growing.

I've been able to focus

on what matters: The kids. Yeah.

Daniel's always talking
about how wonderful you are

with those children.

I have my moments.

That you do, baby.

Well, I don't know
about you two,

but I am ready to eat.

So, Nichelle,
do you want to have children?

Okay, Mama,

I think you done drank
a little too much wine.

Baby, kill that noise.
I'm just asking a question.

We're all adults here.

You know, after 35,

we call it
a "geriatric pregnancy."

- I'm very aware...
- No, no.

This friend of mine,
Mitzi, at 49,

gave birth naturally.

'Course, that child
doesn't have any grandparents.

They're long dead.

Okay, who's hungry?

I know, it's just...

nothing like a...
newborn baby's smell.

God, I miss it.

Don't you want that
for yourself?

Okay, next topic, Mama.

Oh, I don't know, a...

new car smell is a close second.

New car smell, okay.

Well, you are gonna love

this roast.

The recipe is
a Harrelson family secret.

Ah, ladies.

I'm sorry. It's work.

50-Squad's tied up
with a burglary in Larchmont.

Patrol got a visual
on one male shooter inside.

When they arrived on the scene,

our trigger-happy suspect
fired shots at the unis.

- How many hostages?
- We got eyes on one.

Male. Likely the store owner.

Suspect's got him pinned
in the front interior.

Bang and breach, front entry?

Bang and breach, yes,

but we enter on the three side.

Deacon.

Tan, get a flashbang.

Ready.

20-David making entry.

Clear.

Looks like somebody
tried to get out

- through that window.
- Ain't nobody getting through that.

But they were desperate
enough to try.

20-David, we're approaching
the north side of the building.

Hold.

LAPD! Come out
with your hands raised!

We're in position.

Put the gun down!

You got no way out of this!
We got you surrounded!

Come out slowly!

- Show us your face!
- Drop your weapon!

Get on the ground! Now!

Going hands-on.

20-David.
Suspect in custody. Code 4.

25-David requesting
emergency transport

for one gunshot victim.

- You're gonna be okay.
- Sir,

Was there anyone else in the
store when the shooter came in?

Young girl, 19, maybe 20,

ran in here,
scared out of her mind.

They got away with her
right before cops showed up.

- How many suspects total?
- Four men,

Including that one.

And...

And what?

It seemed like they knew her.

They were targeting her.

The question is why.

- Any idea who - she is yet?
- Still a Jane Doe.

No luck IDing her

and no one has reported
her missing.

Liquor store owner said
it seemed the perps knew her,

- like it was personal.
- Sex trafficking?

- That's one theory.
- Well, say that is the case.

Must be one hell of an axe to
grind to make this much noise.

Pretty stupid, actually.

Unless their marching orders

were to use deadly force.

They shot up a liquor store,
they nearly killed a civilian,

and when unis responded...

They deserted one of their own
to get away

- with our Jane Doe.
- Probably means she doesn't have much time.

All right, contact Vice,
see if we can get any leads

on trafficking rings
in or around the Gardena area.

Roger that, Commander.

Any footage on the
other suspects? Not really.

There's only one camera inside,

and the kidnappers' faces
were obstructed from view.

The outside camera was grainy,

but they left in a late-model
black Chrysler 300.

- Couldn't make out the plates, though.
- Shooter in custody.

Is Carlos Ochoa.

And he isn't saying a word.

He's staying loyal to someone.

How noble of him. Rap sheet?

Not even a traffic citation.

- Any gang affiliation?
- Few tattoos. No ganging.

But we were going through the
booking photos and noticed this.

It's a pretty gnarly
branding mark.

"RC."

- That could be gang initials.
- I mean, that's our guess,

But it doesn't link
to any crew we know, so...

Let's put a call in
to Gangs and Narcotics

and get someone down here.

All right, I'm on
it, boss. All right,

you two keep combing through
that security footage.

Still no ID, huh?

No.

The store owner said that
she only spoke Spanish.

He didn't understand her,
but she kept repeating

the word "escoderme"?

Esconderme.
Means, uh, "hide me."

Pretty odd thing

- to say instead of "call the cops."
- It is,

Unless she's undocumented.

With no papers, 911 is
the last number you're calling,

even in an emergency.

Well, if that's true,
it's gonna make it harder

to ID her or find her.

Thought I'd take a chance
and swing by.

Okay.

I got a few minutes.

Hey, and before you
say anything,

I know my mom was being
a little...

Pushy?

I was gonna say
a little overcurious, but okay.

I swear she means well.

See, my sister Winnie
swore off kids

when she moved to Vegas,
and my mama's spotlight

has been on me ever since.
Nichelle, we don't have

to have the "where do you stand
on having kids" conversation.

It's too soon, and I get that.

Hondo, please, I just need

to say this.

Your mom didn't make me
uncomfortable.

I made me uncomfortable.

Because I haven't been
completely honest with you.

Okay.

Three years ago,

I started thinking
about adoption.

I contacted an agency, filled
out a thousand forms...

I mean,
I knew it was a long shot...

A single woman living
on a nonprofit salary

didn't exactly make me

desirable to most birth mothers.

Well...

a week ago, the agency called.

There's a pregnant teen
in Riverside

who wants me to be
her baby's mother.

Me.

So...

I mean, if this is something
you really want, I...

I'm happy for you.

- But I'm not sure what it would mean for...
- Us.

I know.
The timing isn't perfect.

I honestly didn't expect
this to ever happen.

I've kind of been in shock.

- I just wanted to be honest.
- Honest?

You could have told me this
before.

When do you have
to let them know?

I have to give the agency
an answer by tomorrow.

Are you looking for my okay,

or have you already made
your decision?

I've wanted this
for a long time.

Before I ever met you.

But if I do this, I need
to know where you stand.

Where we stand.

Why don't we talk about this
when my shift is over?

Sure.

Call me when you're done.

Okay.

- What do we got?
- Connected with Vice.

No intel linking our suspects
to a trafficking ring

based out of Gardena
or the South Bay area.

Well, that puts us
back to square one.

Did we get a hold of GND?

- A detective's on his way over now.
- Good.

Let's hope we get a handle
on the situation then.

Luca, come with me.

Well, I'll be damned. Marcos?

- He say why he's here?
- Not a clue.

He asked for you.

Marcos, man, what's up?

I ain't here to talk to you.

So you can go ahead
and bounce now.

Someone with your record, sport?

Until I know the nature
of your business,

you get two cops
for the price of one.

Uh, Commander?

This won't take long.
Just a few minutes, okay?

Well, if that's the way
you want it, Luca...

sure.

All right, man, so talk to me.

- What's going on?
- That shooting.

At the liquor store,
at Gardena Boulevard?

- Yeah.
- About the missing girl.

I got something you're
gonna want to hear.

What makes you think
there's a girl missing?

Come on, man, that's how
you want to play this?

I got a friend in the
car willing to talk.

All right, then bring him in.

Only way she's talking
is outside.

And why is that?

Look, what aren't
you telling me?

This friend
is like family to me.

She needs help,
and I'm out of options.

Is this really necessary?

Yeah, this is.
Your friend's so nervous

about talking inside,

maybe another woman
will put her at ease.

Whatever you say.

Mama Pina, these here

are Officers Dominique Luca
and...?

Chris Alonso.

They're here to help, okay?

- Miss...
- I mean Mama Pina...

I'm gonna show you a video,

and can you tell me
if you recognize this woman?

Oh. That's Jenni Moreno.

How do you know her?

Uh, she fled Honduras
some time ago,

and she's been staying with me

for about three weeks.

Are you family?

No.

Not by blood, anyway.

I open my home

to undocumented women
escaping bad situations.

- What was Jenni's situation?
- Back home.

She was kidnapped
by a local gang,

and they forced her
to become a drug mule.

Somehow she escaped,

and by the grace of God,
she found her way here.

She's only 21 years old...

and already on her ninth life.

Did Jenni ever mention
the name of the gang she fled?

No.

She was afraid that it
would somehow get back to them.

Hey. This is Detective Rios
with Gangs and Narcotics.

- Sergeant Harrelson.
- Good to meet you, Sergeant.

Looks like your team's theory

about Carlos Ochoa's
branding mark holds water.

"RC" stands

for Rebeldes Centrales.

- Central Rebels.
- It's a new street gang.

Based out of San Pedro Sula
in Honduras.

Popped up on GND's radar
about a year ago.

Meet the ringleader,
Ignacio Cuevas.

Pretty young to be a boss.

Don't let the baby face
fool you.

He's just as ruthless

- and relentless as his elders.
- When you first caught wind.

Of the RCs last year,
was Cuevas trying to establish

some sort of L.A. presence?

Tried and failed.
ICE deported him

for entering the U.S.
with false docs.

Drug trafficking...
That's his main vice?

Drugs, arms and people,
among other things.

It doesn't matter what it is,

as long as it turns a profit
and turns it fast.

Zero code of honor.

Missing victim is
21-year-old Jenni Moreno,

undocumented from Honduras.

She fled a local gang
that forced her

into becoming a drug mule.

Detective Rios here
just ID'd that gang:

Rebeldes Centrales.

- Initials RC.
- It's a new crew headed by this guy:

- Ignacio Cuevas.
- Ignacio went this far to track down Jenni Moreno...

He's probably after
some twisted retribution.

For a young punk
still fairly new in the game,

one of his mules going AWOL
ain't a good look.

Yeah, it makes him look weak.

Easy for the competition
to dismiss him.

He probably wants Jenni
back in Honduras

to make an example of her...
Keeps his reputation intact

and the rest of his drug mules
in line.

Which means it won't be long
before they move her back

- across the border.
- As soon as I got your inquiry,

I checked all the entry ports...
No sign.

- Ignacio's entered the U.S.
- That doesn't mean.

He's not here.

Let's put out a BOLO.

- We find Ignacio, - we find Jenni.
- I'm on it.

I'll talk to my CI,

find out if there's any
buzz on the street.

Thanks, Detective.

You got it.

Jenni was staying
at a safe house in Gardena.

A friend of Luca's neighbor
runs it at her personal home.

All right, grab Luca.
The two of you head down there,

see what you can find.

Can, uh, can we come in?

Look, what's the problem?

Y'all look like po-po,
that's the problem.

Last people these women trust
are cops.

Thought you know better
than to show up like that.

Well, I thought
you'd assure them

that we're here in good faith.

For them, cops and good
faith don't go together.

Maybe we can convince them
otherwise.

Ask them about any names.

Jenni might have mentioned.

I was the last one to see her.

- What happened?
- We had planned.

To meet up
to take the bus home together,

but I was running late.

I know she was probably waiting
for me when...

It's okay. What did she say?

That matches the Chrysler
from the liquor store.

Look, keep that piece
where it belongs.

- Put it back.
- Get everyone to hide.

Stay low and stay quiet.

Come on. Come on.

Let's go. Come on.

Okay, okay.

I'll cover your four side. Go.

LAPD! Hands up!

- Drop your weapon! Turn around!
- On your knees!

- Hands behind your back!
- Turn around! Hand behind your back! Now!

Do not move. Do not move.

Going hands-on.

Okay, go.

Hey!

Hands behind your back!

Hey.

Hey.

Look, I can't shake the feeling

that there's something
you're still not telling me.

Okay? Rebeldes Centrales
trying to stake a claim

in the L.A. street game
means competition for your crew.

What? Are you for
real right now?

You really think I
had something to do

- with these fools rolling up here?
- No. You know why?

I don't think
you'd be that stupid.

But right now
the optics also don't look good.

Optics, huh?

In a way, you're right.

Me and you working together
ain't no good look.

Never will be.

The hell happened here?

Sir, there was no way
of us knowing.

Ignacio's guys would show up.

Would have been a lot worse
if you hadn't been here.

Our chances
of finding Jenni Moreno

are getting slimmer by the hour.

The RCs already have her.

Why come here?

None of the other women
are associated with them.

Well, Jenni was a drug mule,
so say she had their product

- when she escaped.
- Then it makes sense why they'd show up here.

Do you think Jenni intentionally
stole her boss's drugs?

I don't know about intentionally
but it's a possibility.

Mrs., um...

It's Mama Pina.

Okay, then.

Mama Pina, do you have
any reason to believe

that Jenni would have something
here that this gang would want?

By "something," do
you mean narcotics?

Mm, yeah.

- I don't believe so.
- Is that a yes.

Or a no, ma'am?

I don't strip-search

these women
and conduct daily cell checks.

But it is your house.

You should know
what's going on in here.

Before these women
came here, no inch

of their body belonged to them.

I refuse to repeat that trauma.

And so do we.

Now, if you have any idea

what they want
or where it might be,

I promise you,

whatever you tell us

won't jeopardize you
or the others.

Mrs. Sosa, we're trying to help.

Holding back information is only
gonna put Jenni in more danger.

Are you ready
to help us help you?

Or would you rather we
just start searching your house?

Deacon, back off.

None of you are really

on our side.

Do what you need to do...
Officer.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry about that.

We want to find Jenni
as much as you do.

We're on the same side.

I'd really love to believe you.

I know it's really hard for you
to trust someone like me,

someone in uniform...

but please try.

Seems to me that that
uniform is wearing you

instead of you wearing it.

SWAT won't compromise
the location

of your safe house to anyone,
especially ICE.

Jenni wouldn't be the
first woman I've lost.

Oh...

I'm sorry.

Mama Pina,

what you said back there

about these women's bodies...
if we don't work together,

that nightmare will be
Jenni's reality again, or worse.

This is her bed.

- May I?
- Yeah.

Is there a problem?

Uh, she had a backpack.

It's gone.

Did she have it
with her yesterday?

No. It was here.

Who does she share
the room with?

Vera.

They're about to bring Javier
into interrogation.

Great. I'll grab Hondo.

What's your problem?

At the safe house,

why'd you come at Mama Pina
like that?

I was questioning her.

- No, you were accusing her.
- Chris, calm down.

You stay out of this.

Listen, I'm sorry
you saw it that way,

but I was doing my job.

The one where we ask witnesses
and potential suspects

- the hard questions.
- Potential suspects?

You think
she's hiding something?

Those are your words, not mine.

Let's just leave it
at that, huh?

No. I want to hear you say it.

Say what?

Come on, Chris, whether
you want to admit it or not,

- Mrs. Sosa is doing those women more harm than good.
- How's that?

What if you and Luca
hadn't been there? Huh?

Then what happens? At best,

she's a vigilante.
And at worst...

At worst, a criminal?

Do you have any clue the
sacrifice that lady makes

on a daily basis
just so young women

fleeing oppression and violence
get a chance?

Those young women have
no legal standing

living under her roof,
all right?

So without it,
they're just sitting ducks.

They could be deported
at the drop of a hat,

sent back to the very danger
they're fleeing.

You're right. They should go
through the proper channels,

like sweating it out
in detention centers

where they'll probably endure

the same abuses they fled!

And maybe
by the time they're 40,

- be given permission to be in this country.
- Hey,

I'm not saying
the process isn't flawed,

but it's a process.

You don't get
to just choose which law

- you feel like breaking.
- Wow,

It must be so nice
throwing stones

perched up in your tidy corner
of the world.

Hey, that's enough.

Right now I don't give a damn
about either of your politics.

We got a young woman's life
hanging in the balance, period.

So get your anger in check

and your priorities straight.

Chris, you go
check in with Luca.

Deacon, you're with me
in interrogation, right now.

Hey, Chris, hold up.

- Let's get some air, yeah?
- I don't need a lecture.

Don't plan on giving one.

Please, stay out of my
way right now, okay?

Got a little carried away
back there. Sorry.

Any hits on the BOLO
we put out for Ignacio?

Not yet. I reached out
to ICE again...

Radio silence.

Sounds about right.

We know you were after the drugs
that Jenni stole from your boss.

We got to them before you did.

Sitting in our evidence locker
as we speak.

The same evidence
the D.A. will use

to put you away for a long time.

Prison here?

Like a vacation.

Well, that depends
on the facility.

I mean, a guy like you,
wherever you get assigned,

that makes all the difference,

for better or for worse.

Tell us where your buddies
are keeping Jenni Moreno.

Well, this is usually the part

where we offer you
some form of immunity.

Usually.

In your case,

no doubt you're going to prison.

But if you cooperate
and tell us where Jenni is,

we'll make sure you land in one
that's more to your liking.

Sorry.

Got nothing for you.

Detective Rios called.

According to his CI,
word on the street:

RCs arranged a meeting
for later today, right here

- in L.A.
- With who?

Marcos Guzman.

How's Marcos tied up
in all of this? Not sure,

but I didn't like it the moment
he stepped foot in here.

I already sent Luca and Tan out
looking for him.

Let's hope we get to him
before he gets to that meeting.

Where you headed, Marcos?

Out.

What's in the duffel
and the backpack?

You don't got a warrant.
I don't got time for playing.

So get out of my face
and move the damn cruiser.

Got a gun in plain view, Luca.

Sounds like probable cause
to me.

Plus, a credible source says
you're meeting

with Ignacio's crew.

- So who's playing now?
- Hey, you don't know.

What the hell
you're talking about.

Hey, Luca. Drugs.

You know what? I thought
you were smarter than this.

Turn around.

- You're under arrest.
- You dumbasses.

Are gonna get that girl killed.

I said turn around!
Give me your hands.

Are you ready to tell us
when and where

your meeting with the RCs
is happening?

Sit your ass down, man.

Sit down!

Look, this was never about
saving that girl, was it?

It was about getting
your hands on her drugs.

Don't matter what I say.

You ain't gonna believe me
anyway.

Optics, right?

Look, we're trying

to get Jenni back
to Mama Pina safely.

We thought you wanted that, too.

What the hell
do you think I was doing?

The meeting
was never about business.

Exactly what was it about, then?

When things were popping off
at Mama Pina's,

I saw Vera take off
with the backpack.

I knew something was up,
so I found her and took it.

Okay, and you didn't

think to call us?

I did.

But I knew
you'd play it straight.

So I set up the meet
with Rebeldes Centrales.

Clean swap.

The coke for Jenni.

It was always
about getting her back safe.

Not that this matters
to either one of you,

but Ignacio is somebody
I would never do business with.

What he does to women,
to girls...

He deserves a hole
in the desert.

Okay, let's say I believe you.

It still wasn't
your call to make.

Well, there's still time.

But you got to let me
get out of here.

You know that's
not happening, man.

So I'm gonna ask you again.

When and where is

it going down?

Look,

I made a promise to Mama Pina,
to bring Jenni back home to her.

If I break that promise...

Look...

there was a time
in my mom's life

where she hit rock bottom.

I mean, we were
damn near living in our car.

Mama Pina took us in,
no questions asked.

She sees the good in people.

And after all these years,
after everything I've done...

she still sees that in me.

I can't break my promise to her.

No.

No way in hell.

Commander, this is
our best option right now.

You're asking me

to let you piggyback on Marcos
for the trade...

The same guy who just pulled
the wool over our eyes.

Do I really have to break
it down for you two?

Sir, with Marcos going in,
there's no way Ignacio's men

will ever see us coming.

We get Jenni Moreno back,
and then we take them down.

Marcos'll be under our thumb
the entire time.

He's a wild card.

There's
too many unknown variables.

I'll be with him.

Undercover?

Wouldn't be my first time.

Except in those situations

we knew exactly who our allies
and our enemies were.

Commander, I get
your concerns. I do.

I just can't see this going down

any other way that doesn't tip
off the Rebeldes Centrales.

We've taken them down twice now.

Their defenses are way up.

Marcos is our only way in,

and that girl's only chance
at survival. And I'm sure

his cooperation comes
with a cost.

Uh, let me guess.

We drop the charges against him?

Please.

I'll alert agencies
to stay clear of the sting.

Thank you, Commander.

If you screw this up...

I...

So don't screw it up.

Units are on standby within
a mile radius of the marina.

Now, the place is gonna be
crawling with Saturday shoppers,

so let's get in and out

without any civilian
getting hurt. Ignacio's dudes

wanted to do
the exchange in public.

My guess... they don't want
this going sideways.

But still, the area surrounding
the marina is tight and dense.

Too many exits.
Too many hiding spots.

- Our eyes and ears won't leave those grounds once.
- Or Alonso.

Each and every one of you better
have her six at all times.

Hundred percent, sir.

And is she ready

to sell it
as Guzman's girlfriend?

Ask her yourself.

I'm gonna go with she's ready.

Where's your service
weapon, Alonso?

In my Louis.

That looks like a Gucci to me.

Bonnie's got one just like it.

Whatever.
As long as my gun fits.

Did you search Marcos?

I did a sweep of his car

and patted him down twice.

He's clean.

All right, then.
Everyone go in stealth.

I'll do that, sir.

All right, Chris and
Marcos ride together.

Tan and Street,
you're with Luca.

Deacon, you're with me.

Let's get Jenni home safe.

- Thanks, man.
- You're welcome.

20-David.

Everyone in position?

22-David ready to rock and roll.

25-David ready.

26-David in position.

Roger that.

Everyone stay loose.
Should be any minute now.

They should be here by now.

They'll be here.

25-David. I got eyes on Jenni.

Hondo, you seeing this?

Guess he wasn't
out of the country.

20-David to Command.
We have eyes

on Ignacio Cuevas.

All right.
All right, this is Command.

Nothing changes.
Stick to the script.

Roger that, Commander.

Wasn't expecting the top dog.

I knew you would know who I am.

This is your extra muscle?

Yeah, this is my girl.

She's here helping us all
look chill as a cucumber.

Guess she must have
a strong grip where it counts.

Hey, watch your mouth.

My mistake.

That belong to me?

Jenni takes a seat
next to my girl,

then you get your bag.

Okay.

But first, there's some business

I've come a long way
to discuss with you.

Hmm.

20-David.
We're still not in the clear.

Hold your positions.

What the...

What the hell is this?

20-David to Command.
ICE is here.

- Federal officers!
- Hands in the air!

Move in! Move in!

LAPD SWAT! Put your gun down!

¡Vamos! ¡Vamos! ¡Vamos!

Move in, move in. Stay low.
20-David to Command.

- Shots fired. Shots fired.
- Get down, get down.

Tan, circle north.

- I'll go around.
- Code 8.

Command to 20-David.
Sending backup.

I checked
the narcotics database.

No indication ICE was
actively investigating Cuevas.

Typical three-letter agency,
leaving the rest of us

in the dark.

Yeah.

Damn it!

Hands behind your back!

- Hands behind your back!
- Behind your back, now!

22-David.
One suspect in custody.

Which way did Chris go?

That way.

Drop your weapon!

Gun on the ground, or she gets
a bullet between the brows.

Okay. Okay.

Don't move!

Hands up where I can see 'em!

Now!

She's LAPD!

Stand down.

Stand down.

20-David.

Suspect in custody. Code 4.

Hey, you all right?

Where is she? Where's Jenni?

At about 1300 hours,
Cuevas entered the States

using a false name.

Now, ICE located him, but
they didn't alert anyone.

So this is their screwup,
not ours.

Now, typically,
I wouldn't condone it,

but that was good thinking,
letting Jenni run.

It would have been
even a bigger mess

to sort out with DHS.

How's she doing?

With the exception

of a hand laceration,
she's okay. Good.

Now, Cuevas and his men

are looking at nice, long prison
stints, thanks to all of you.

Really good work.

Now, get out of my office
and go home.

Thank you.

Luca.

Yes, sir.

How's Mr. Guzman?

Couple stitches,
but he'll be all right.

Well, tell him SWAT
appreciates his cooperation,

even though it came
after obstructing justice.

All right, you got it, boss.

My Jenni.

¿Sí?

Jenni.

Thanks for, uh...
thanks for driving

and for being so patient
with me earlier.

Always there for you.

My, uh, cell phone
number's on the back.

If you need any help in
the future, I'm your first call.

Okay. Thank you.

Pizza and wings on me tonight

- if you want to come by.
- I got to pass.

I promised Bonnie we'd hit up
our favorite taco truck

- and just grub in front of the TV.
- Ah, sounds like a solid plan.

All right, you two

lovebirds have fun.

All right.

Hey.

What else you fools need?

I already gave my statement.

Nothing. We're good.

Then I can go.

Yeah, hold up, hold up.

Look, despite everything...

you came through for that girl.

Mama Pina knows that.

She's a good lady.

Thanks for your help today, man.

Hey.

Don't think I'm gonna
bail your ass out

every time
you can't solve a case.

Don't think
I won't pull you over

if I see your taillight out.

Adoption?

Is Nichelle going to do it?

I know she really wants to.

And you, baby,
what do you want her to do?

It's up to her.

Nichelle doesn't need you
or any man to raise a child

and raise it well.

I know... I've done it myself.

Doesn't mean I liked
doing it alone.

It may not be a popular thing
by today's standards to say,

but there's a comfort
in raising a child

with the man that you love.

Nichelle loves you, Daniel.

And I love her. Very much.

I know you do.

And I also know...
Now, forgive me for saying it...

You look great, but you're
not getting any younger.

Thanks for reminding me, Ma.

No, what I mean is,

I just don't want you
to miss out on being a parent,

if that's something
you really want.

I know I'm pushy, and it's not
just because I want grandbabies.

Oh, you don't.

I do, yes, I do.

But that's not why I bug you.

It's because raising you
and your sister

has been the most precious
part of my life.

And I'd be lying if I said
I didn't want that for you.

I know you do.

Daniel...

Daniel, look at me.

You...

will be a great father.

You won't make the same mistakes
your daddy made.

You've long ago proved
that you're your own man.

A loving man.

I don't know, sometimes...

I've always known.

Three-year-old Hondo
in the hospital

looking out for your big sister.

That night, I said to myself,

"My son is a protector.

My son is good."

Now, come on, take this old lady
to a proper dinner.

Never old. Always beautiful.

Hey.

- Hey.
- Hi, Charice.

Oh, hi, sweetheart.

Uh...

well, you know,
I'm just gonna go,

um, get a little makeup.

Mm.

Hondo...

Nichelle.

Let me just say this first.

I'm sorry for not supporting you
at first today.

I made it about me,
and that was selfish.

This has always been your dream.

And, baby, you deserve all
your dreams to come true.

I told the agency yes.

We'll figure it out together,
then.

Oh...

What did I miss?