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

Told me we were team.

HONDO: When I got back from Mexico,

I had a real clear idea
of what I wanted.

You.

I love you.

I love you, too.

WOMAN: Please...

(DOORS SQUEAK)

DRIVER: You gettin' on?

(SPEAKING SPANISH) _

- Thank you.
- Mmm-hmm.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(MUSIC PULSATING ON CAR STEREO)

(CAR HORN BLARES)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(CRIES OUT)

(ENTRY TONE CHIMES)

(SPEAKING RAPID SPANISH)

Miss, I don't understand you.

No hable.

(CRIES OUT)

(ENTRY TONE CHIMING)

(PANTING)

(SIZZLING)

CHARICE: 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.

- Mmm, sounds like someone I know.
- (CHUCKLES)

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."

(BOTH LAUGHTER)

My son, taking care of his big sister,

even as a little boy.

- Good man in the making.
- Mmm.

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.
- CHARICE: Yeah.

Daniel's always talking
about how wonderful you are

with those children.

I have my moments.

HONDO: 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.

CHARICE: 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. (LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS) New car smell, okay.

CHARICE: Well, you
are gonna love this roast.

The recipe is a Harrelson family secret.

(PHONE BEEPING)

Ah, ladies.

I'm sorry. It's work.

HONDO: 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.

(WHIRRING)

Ready.

20-David making entry.

HONDO: Clear.

Looks like somebody tried to
get out through that window.

HONDO: 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.

HONDO: LAPD! Come out
with your hands raised!

We're in position.

(SHOUTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

HONDO: Put the gun down!

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

Come out slowly!

- Show us your face!
- DEACON: Drop your weapon!

Get on the ground! Now!

(TASER CRACKLING)

(GROANS)

DEACON: Going hands-on.

20-David. Suspect in custody. Code 4.

(GROANS)

25-David requesting emergency transport

for one gunshot victim.

- You're gonna be okay.
- HONDO: 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... (GASPS IN PAIN)

And what?

It seemed like they knew her.

They were targeting her.

The question is why.

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- 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.

DEACON: "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.

CHRIS: 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.
(EXHALES)

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.

(SIGHS) Well

a week ago, the agency called.

There's a pregnant teen in Riverside

who wants me to be her baby's mother.

Me.(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

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.

- HICKS: 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?

- LUCA: He say why he's here?
- HICKS: 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.

(WHISPERS) 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?

(SPEAKS SPANISH) _

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LUCA: Miss... I mean Mama Pina...

I'm gonna show you a video,

and can you tell me
if you recognize this woman?

(GROANS) 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.

(SIGHS) 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.

DEACON 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.

- HONDO: Central Rebels.
- DEACON: 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.

HONDO: Pretty young to be a boss.

RIOS: 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.

- HONDO: Thanks, Detective.
- RIOS: 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.

(SPEAKING SPANISH) _

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(GASPS)

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(SOBS)

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(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

Can, uh, can we come in?

(DOOR CLOSES)

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.

(SPEAKING SPANISH) _

Ask them about any names
Jenni might have mentioned.

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(IN ENGLISH) 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?

(TIRES SCREECH)

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.

(RINGS DOORBELL)

(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)

LUCA: I'll cover your four side. Go.

LAPD! Hands up!

- Drop your weapon! Turn around!
- CHRIS: 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.

LUCA: Hey!

(GUNSHOT)

(GROANS)

Hands behind your back!

(GROANING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION, CHATTER)

LUCA: 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.

(QUIET BACKGROUND CHATTER)

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 Jenn I 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.

(INDISTINCT RADIO TRANSMISSION)

(SIGHS) ♪

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.

(SIGHS HEAVILY) 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.

(SIGHS)

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.

(TIRES SCREECH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH) _

(TIRES SQUEAL)

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.

DEACON: 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.

(SMACKS LIPS)

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.

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(SIREN BLARES)

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.

TAN: 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.

TAN: 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.

(CLOCK TICKING)

♪

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.

LUCA: 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...

(SIGHS)

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.

HICKS: 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.

(SIGHS)

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.

LUCA: 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.

HONDO: 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.

(SIZZLING)

- Thanks, man.
- You're welcome.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

20-David. Everyone in position?

22-David ready to rock and roll.

TAN: 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.

(OVER RADIO): 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.

HONDO: 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.

OFFICER: Federal officers!

Hands in the air!

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

OFFICER: Move in! Move in!

LAPD SWAT! Put your gun down!

¡Vamos!! Vamos! ¡Vamos!

(GUNSHOTS, PEOPLE SCREAMING)

20-David to Command.

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

HONDO: Tan, circle north.

- TAN: I'll go around.
- Code 8.

Command to 20-David. Sending backup.

RIOS: 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!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(GUNSHOTS)

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.

(GRUNTING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

MAN: Don't move!

(SPEAKS SPANISH) _

Hands up where I can see 'em!

Now!

HONDO: She's LAPD!

Stand down.

Stand down.

HONDO: 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?

HONDO: 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?

(CHUCKLES) 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.

(CHUCKLES QUIETLY)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

_

_

_

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCTLY SPEAKING SPANISH)

MAMA PINA: My Jenni.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

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.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

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.

(ENGINE STARTS)

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. (LAUGHING)

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.

(CHUCKLES) 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.

(LAUGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hey.

- Hey.
- Hi, Charice.

Oh, hi, sweetheart.

Uh... (CHUCKLES)

...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.

CHARICE: Oh...

(GROANS SOFTLY)

What did I miss?

(CHARICE CHUCKLES SOFTLY)