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Previously on SWAT...

Luca's still in London.

I think he's enjoying the nightlife

more than the counter terrorism training.

Kelly's the excited one.

Luca's support means everything to her.

He is like family.

- We're moving to San Diego. - You're what?

Change can be difficult, and it's good.

I left law school to raise four kids.

It doesn't mean I forgot everything I learned.

Eduardo Ortiz, this is my wife Annie Kay.

I think you should reach out to your old professors.

Get you back to school next semester.

The world needs people like you fighting for it,

and I don't want to stand in the way of that.

You are never in the way.

What is all this?

You didn't have to do anything special for today.

Of course we did.

A lawyer's first day in court only happens once.

Besides, it's not like I had a choice.

- Kids insisted. - Yeah, I'm sure they did.

You are too sweet.

Hey. You deserve it.

Top of your class at law school,

right to the public defender's office

and now you're arguing your first case.

I'm proud of you.

Well, I'm not sure how much arguing

I'll be doing from second chair,

unless you count me fighting with the jammed copier

while I'm printing my brief.

Yeah, but you got a seat at the table.

That's a big deal. Try to enjoy it.

Oh, it is pretty exciting.

I mean, at least that's what I think this feeling is.

I've just got sweaty hands already

and having these weird stress dreams all night.

Take a breath, you'll be great.

You've worked way too hard to be anything else.

Thank you.

Besides, there's nothing else for you to worry about.

I've already got your lunch packed,

school drop-off is covered,

Karen next door is doing pickup

and I've got a meatloaf defrosting in the fridge.

I... Yes.

See?

Thank you for picking up the slack around here.

I know with me going full-time,

it's just a really big change for all of us.

I know, but it's nothing that we can't handle.

What else am I here for?

Yeah.

Go. Okay.

Get off me!

- What's your problem? - You keep leaning on me.

Get over it. Being chained to you is no party either.

Think you're so tough?

- Try me. - Hey.

Knock it off, you two. Don't make me come back there.

Hey! What did I just say?

That's enough already!

- Get that bitch! - I'll scratch your eyes out.

Break it up already!

You want this going into your reports?

Glad we finally got you out here, boss.

Treadmill in HQ is one thing,

but being out in nature, breathing in this fresh air,

it's a whole other.

Nothing like an eight-mile hike to kick off your morning.

How did you two hear about this trail, anyway?

It's way out here.

Chris and Street found it.

Showed us a while back.

Four of us used to hike here all the time

before Street went down to Long Beach.

Hasn't been the same since, just me and this guy.

- No offense. - Yeah, none taken.

Well, nothing's really gonna be the same

now that Street's gone for good.

Don't forget we still got a little bit of normalcy

waiting for us back at HQ.

Luca just got home from counter terrorism training

in London, first shift back is today.

That's right. I'm sure he's itching to get to work.

Yeah, like you can't believe.

Picked him up from the airport last night,

guy wanted to head straight to HQ.

Had to convince him to get some rest first.

Knowing Luca, that doesn't surprise me.

Let's just hope he took your advice.

GUARD [over radio]: SOS, this is prison transport

on... channel.

Can anyone hear me? There's been a crash.

We need immediate assistance.

Highway 39, a few miles south of Bear Creek trail head.

That's right near here.

This is Sergeant Harrelson, LAPD SWAT.

What are your exact coordinates? Come in.

Closest ambulances will be coming from Azusa.

It's gonna take them a while to get up in these mountains.

I doubt the call even made it that far.

We've barely got a signal and they're close.

All right, Tan, you drive.

Cabrera, call it in on the sat phone.

Come on, let's go.

All right, Kelly, first step of any driving lesson

is starting the car.

To do that, you're gonna want to turn the...

All right, good job, man.

You know where the left blinker is?

Right blinker?

Nice. I know this stuff already, Luca.

When can we get out on the road?

Well, hold your horses.

I just got this car. Even I need some reminding sometimes.

It never hurts to go over the basics again, okay?

But that's all I do.

I've had my permit for months

and only a couple of hours of actual driving time.

- Doesn't your mom take you out? - Once.

We barely made it off our street

before she started yelling at me.

That's why I've been waiting for you to get back.

Yeah, well, my old man was the same with teaching me to drive.

Man, I never heard him shriek like that before

and I haven't since.

But listen, hey, you don't have to worry about me.

Driving for SWAT has given me nerves of steel.

Can we please go then?

All right, all right, hang on.

Let me get my seat belt on.

You can put her in drive and let's see what you got.

Nice.

Make sure you keep checking your mirrors.

Just like that. Nice.

You can relax, Luca, I know what I'm doing.

Look, I know you do, but you can never relax

when you're driving, all right?

You always got to be aware of your surroundings.

Why don't you try taking a left up here?

Okay, put your blinker on and stop at the stop sign.

Now, just wait for a safe opportunity to turn, okay?

Sometimes it's hard to judge,

so I'll tell you when it's safe to go.

I know, I know.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

- Hey! Whoa, whoa! - What the heck are you doing?!

I said I'd tell you when to go!

P-Pull over right here.

Watch where you're going!

Oh, my God...

All right. What was that?

You almost caused an accident, okay?

We could've gotten hurt or you could've injured somebody else.

Why didn't you. - Listen to me? - I don't know.

I've been driving a lot longer than you have.

When I tell you to do something,

you need to listen.

All right, switch seats with me.

I'm gonna drive you back to HQ.

You can do your homework until it's time

to go back to your mom's.

Help! Over here!

Cabrera, check inside that bus.

Tan, take a look at this guy's leg.

Hey, we're LAPD SWAT.

Ambulances are on their way. What happened?

Driver must've lost control.

We went over the side of the road.

We were transporting six inmates.

They must've taken my keys when I

when I blacked out.

When I woke up,

four of them were gone.

Cabrera, what do you got?

Bus is empty, but the driver's unconscious over here.

Breathing is shallow, could have internal injuries. Can't tell.

His holster's empty, sidearm's gone.

It'll be all right.

This is 20-David. I need paramedics at my location.

One male with injuries to his leg.

Another male unconscious.

Possible internal injuries.

Looks like two of them went this way.

I got an empty set of cuffs.

There are cabins around here, ranger stations, back roads.

- They could be anywhere. - Or they hijacked a car

and they're halfway to L.A. by now.

Code 3.

I need all law enforcement on high alert

for four missing fugitives in the Bear Creek area.

Likely armed.

Make that three missing fugitives, Hondo.

Tan.

She's gone.

If they're so desperate to get away,

they'd be willing to kill one of their own?

And who knows what else they'll do to stay free.

Or who else they'll hurt.

It's up to us to put an end to their run.

We got to track them down and put them back behind bars

before there's any more bloodshed.

Ah. Take it you're not sorting through future SWAT recruits?

There he is!

- Welcome back, Luca! - Hey, man.

Feels like I haven't seen you guys in forever.

We missed you, man.

So, counter terrorism training went well?

Ah, man, London SWAT killed it, man.

They're quick learners.

Might have something to do with them spending

all their off-hours at the pub.

Sounds like a solid strategy.

Okay, what are we doing? I'm amped to get back to it.

Overturned prison bus in Angeles National Forest.

Inmates fled. These three are still in the wind.

Hondo called and said that the search and rescue's canvass

of the forest came up empty,

but they did find a pair of prisoner shoes on Highway 2.

Only place that leads... right back to L.A.

So, it's every woman for herself?

Yeah, and this isn't your average girls' trip.

These are three of California's worst.

Jolene Jeffries, the Truck Stop Butcher.

She was a sex worker turned serial killer.

Her M.O. back in the day was torturing her clients

before she slit their throats.

I remember her. Had the cops running in circles for months

before they caught her.

Yeah, and she came up in the foster care system,

so there's no family for us to track down.

She's probably looking to get as far from L.A. as possible.

Yeah, you're right about that. Call's from U.S. Marshals.

Jolene Jefferies skipped town.

Someone saw her at a Greyhound station

headed towards Arizona.

Guess she's some unlucky deputy's problem now.

All right, so that narrows it down

to two inmates that are still our problem.

Tina Carter.

She shot and killed a bank teller in a robbery gone wrong.

Oh, hey, check this.

From Patrol.

Looks like Tina Carter broke into a vacation home

on her way to L.A.

Stole a gun, change of clothes,

jewelry, credit cards.

Really decking herself out.

So she's armed and on the loose.

I guess I made it back just in time.

Oh, she's got expensive taste.

Flag the credit cards.

Maybe she uses them to indulge some more.

Okay. What about bachelorette number three?

Final fugitive... Diane Madden.

She killed her abusive husband

by poisoning him with antifreeze in his tea.

Took their young son on a joyride around the state

before getting nabbed trying to cross in to Mexico.

In-laws have custody of the kid.

Prison records show Madden wrote

dozens of letters begging to bring the son in for a visit.

All right, there's a good chance then

that the kid is where she's heading.

We need to warn the family,

and get them into protective custody

before she shows up at their door.

You grab Cabrera and meet me in the motor pool.

That's where we're heading.

I'm gonna get you some more iced tea.

I'll be right back.

Keep pulling those. - Weeds, kiddo. - Okay, Grandma.

Hey there, Jackson.

You really think Diane Madden

would risk everything coming here?

Lot of houses, a lot of eyes.

Neighbors probably call the cops on anyone

walking their dog too late.

Never underestimate a mom who wants to see her kid.

Madden must've beat us here.

You've reached Sergeant David Kay.

Leave a message.

30-David, requesting backup at 547 Ridge Road.

David, Sam's school called. He's sick.

I'm just about to head back into court.

So... We're ready.

I'm gonna need you to pick him up.

Just call me as soon as you can.

Okay?

How many times did I ask you

to bring him for a visit, Susan?

I'm sorry. Please...

LAPD! Drop the weapon!

- Drop it! - Drop it!

Alfaro, grab the boy.

Get on the ground.

No, I want my son,

or I'll kill her!

No. Give him back!

Hey, take it easy. Let's work this out.

I sent letter

after letter and she just ignored me.

Not even a phone call.

All I wanted to do was see my son.

Well, this isn't the way.

Look at your son, Diane.

Look at him. He's terrified.

Is this how you want him to remember you?

I'm his mother.

I-I was gonna bring him back, I-I swear.

I just, I just wanted some time with him.

It's been so long. Can't you understand?

Look at this through his eyes.

Don't do this to him.

Oh, God.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - Go. Go.

30-David.

We're Code 4.

Fugitive Diane Madden is in custody.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

One more thing...

Can I?

Okay, quickly.

Your mom has something for you.

Is it all right if she gives it to you?

I made that for you.

Put in on, yeah.

Mommy loves you.

No.

No...

Oh, wait a minute.

Wait. What's this?

- Luca back in the building. - What's up, boss?

Oh, man. What's up, brother?

- What's up, man? - Oh, my God.

Hey, I just saw Kelly in the kitchen.

She and Tuana up from San Diego for a visit

- now that you're back? - Yeah.

I'm giving Tuana a break.

Helping out with some of the driving hours

Kelly needs to get her license.

Oh, that's one lucky kid right there.

Got the best driver on both sides

of the Atlantic as her teacher.

I'm not so sure about that, man.

I mean, I-I really yelled at her earlier.

Kelly thought she knew better,

almost caused a major accident.

I was only worried, but I feel bad.

- Maybe it'll be a lesson for her. - Thing is, is like, things

didn't go good when her mom tried to teach her how to drive

and I promised I would keep a level head.

Seeing Kelly's face felt even worse

than nearly getting in the accident.

My parents used plenty of stern tones with me

when I did something. - Dumb as a kid. - Yeah.

As heated as you might've gotten,

I'm sure it came from a good place.

What if Kelly doesn't want me to teach her

- to drive now? - No, come on, Luca.

I wouldn't worry about that.

Listen, when my mom was teaching me how to drive,

we drove right past a group of girls.

What did I do?

I was so busy waving and smiling,

rear-ended the car right in front of us.

And my mom laid me out something tough

like you wouldn't believe.

But you know, I respected her for not sugar-coating things,

and you best believe I never made that mistake again.

Hey, you've been there for Kelly

through some tough times.

One rough moment's not gonna push her away.

Yeah, I hope you're right.

Oh, just got a lead on Tina Carter.

She just put down a stolen credit card

at Aurora Sushi in Silver Lake.

Manager is gonna try to stall.

- But we need to get there. - Let's go.

Three minutes out!

Remember, Carter's armed.

Make sure you keep your guard up.

Roger that. Hey, Luca,

you sure you're up to snuff

after driving on the wrong side of the road in London?

I can always fill in if you need.

Not a chance.

It's all second nature once I'm back in this seat.

You guys got nothing. - To worry about. - Wait, hold on.

Dispatch just got a call from Aurora Sushi.

Tina Carter just stole a white Nissan GT-R

from the valet.

Boss, got a GT-R coming right at us.

Turn us around.

20-David. Suspect is headed north on Sunset.

Requesting backup ASAP.

Yeah, she's gonna leave us in the dust in that thing.

We're not fast enough.

Don't count Black Betty out!

Get off my back.

20-David. Shots fired.

Luca, we got to catch her

before someone on the street gets shot.

I'm on it!

Hey!

Watch out!

Hang on to something!

- LAPD! Out of the car! - Let me see your hands!

Out of the car, now!

Don't do it! Don't even think about it.

Come here. Turn around.

Easy with the merchandise, buzzkill.

This is vintage.

Yeah, well, I hope you like vintage jumpsuits

'cause that's all you're gonna be wearing for a while.

Let's go.

20-David. We're Code 4.

Fugitive Tina Carter is in custody.

Get her out of here.

That was amazing, Luca!

I didn't think Black Betty could pull it off,

but you proved me wrong.

Never count Black Betty out, man.

She'll surprise you when you least expect it.

Hell yeah, Luca.

Glad to have you back behind the wheel.

Thanks, boss man. Good to be back.

Put her in a holding cell until prison transport gets here.

You got it. Let's go.

What's going on, Deac? U.S. Marshals got it wrong.

Jolene Jeffries never left L.A.

She just popped up at a publisher's house downtown,

shot an employee in the chest.

So she must have business in L.A. after all.

From the looks of it, she's out for more blood.

Victim's name is Larry Crawford.

He's an editor at All-Time Publishing.

You got any idea why Jolene. - Targeted him? - No. Maybe she wanted his car.

I can't find any connection between the two

that would explain it.

I don't know what's scarier

a serial killer who knows what she's after,

- or one who doesn't. - Well, whichever it is,

we need to get her back behind bars.

Patrol's got a BOLO out

on the victim's car, nothing's come back.

I talked to the psychologist

who assessed Jolene before her trial.

Thought maybe she could give us some insight

as to why Jolene stayed in L.A.

Okay, keep talking. - You get anything good? - Not really.

It's been years since the assessment.

All she could tell me is that Jolene is a psychopath

with a pent-up desire to kill.

Well, I could've guessed as much.

We need someone that's had some recent face time with Jolene.

We just brought in Tina Carter.

She wouldn't stop running her mouth on the ride in.

Telling us that she and Jolene were cellmates at Central.

Maybe she has a clue why Jolene's still in L.A.

Just who I wanted to see.

How long until I'm out of here?

This place isn't really working for me.

Yeah, well, you better get used to it.

You're gonna be sticking around

a little while longer.

We wanted to ask you some questions

about your old cellmate, Jolene Jeffries.

She's out there right now, murdering people.

So if you know where she's headed next,

it'll save lives.

And what do I get for putting my life

on the line?

Jolene is crazy.

If she finds out I talked,

I'm worse than dead.

All right, listen.

You're someone who likes the good life, right?

How about we make a deal?

You help us out,

and we'll see what we can do to hook you up on the inside.

Maybe starting with some better dining hall privileges?

Nuh-uh. No, I know this game.

Couple extra desserts isn't gonna cut it.

I need something better.

What'd you have in mind?

If letting me go is out of the question,

a few bottles of nail polish might be a start.

Real deal's hard to get,

and I'm sick of using the stuff made of floor wax.

And if dining perks are still on the table,

I could go for some oysters.

Maybe a couple lobsters.

I think we can do the nail polish.

The rest of that might be a reach.

Can't blame a girl for trying.

Tina, think.

Is there anyone out there who might be caught

in the crosshairs now that Jolene's loose?

Anyone she talked about a lot?

Take your pick.

All she'd do is talk about people she hated.

Bitch held a grudge like nobody else.

She got one against him?

His name is Larry Crawford.

He's a book editor.

Jolene killed him earlier today.

Well, if he edited the book that I'm thinking of,

then I've got a hunch.

And what book are you thinking of?

This author guy visited Jolene a while back.

He was writing one of those

true crime books about her,

wanted to see if she'd give him a quote.

You can imagine how that went.

She blew up. Ran him out of the visiting room.

But he left the manuscript behind for her to read.

Boy, did she read it.

Cover to cover, every day,

and then she'd keep me up all night ranting about it.

Why'd it make her so angry? And why kill the guy editing it?

She hated that her story was making people rich

while she rotted in prison.

She'd pace back and forth, screaming about

how she'd rip these people limb from limb

if she ever got a hold of them.

Real nasty stuff.

If she's going after everyone who profited,

we got to get that author in protective custody

and try to figure out who else

- is on her list. - Okay.

I'll take my polish in Devil Red.

Thank you.

Hey. What are you doing here?

Aren't you supposed to be in court?

I'm on recess.

Why did you not call me back earlier?

I forgot.

Something had come up. Why? What's going on?

Well, he's fine now. He's at my mom's.

But Sam's got a stomach bug. He threw up at gym class today.

And when you didn't answer my call,

I had to leave court in the middle of trial.

David, you said you had everything under control.

Things are just really hectic today.

And that's new?

Look, I thought I had everything covered. I just...

I didn't anticipate one of the kids getting sick.

I'm sorry.

But I can't drop everything on a moment's notice

- like I used to. - Well, I can't just walk away and take a phone call

in the middle of a life-and-death situation.

But you think I can?

No. That's-that's not what I mean.

I may not be dodging bullets,

but the stakes are just as high.

I have a client who's a single mom,

and if I don't give her a fair defense,

she is facing jail time.

The kid will get taken away.

So I don't have a job

that I exactly can run out on, either.

All right, I'm sorry that you had to be the one to leave.

Uh, but

you know what I deal with here.

Then both of us having a career isn't gonna work.

I don't see a world where our family doesn't suffer.

All right, let's-let's not jump to that yet.

We will figure something out that works for both of us.

It's just new. That's all.

It's not new. It's the same story.

SWAT comes first, and then I end up sacrificing

something that is important to me.

Only now, other people are affected by it.

I have got to get back to court.

I will see you at home.

Alfaro.

Any luck confirming Tina's intel on this book

or its author?

Prison logs show a true crime novelist,

Henry Baker, paid Jolene a visit about six months ago.

Left her a manuscript of his book.

The same book that was edited by Larry Crawford,

the editor that Jolene killed at the publishing house.

So Jolene is definitely going after all the people

associated with this book.

I'll have Luca and Tan head to the author's house,

put him into protective custody.

He's not the only one we need to worry about.

Turns out Baker cowrote the book with Grace Alvarez.

She's the prosecutor who made her career

off convicting Jolene.

Did the talk show circuit,

then got a cushy job in the D.A.'s office.

All right. Call courthouse security,

have them get eyes on her.

Let's get to the courthouse. We'll grab Grace Alvarez.

If she's on Jolene's list,

I want to make sure we get to her first.

Look, door's open.

22-David on scene at 325 Applewood Avenue.

Gunshots from inside.

Possible fugitive on the premises.

Making entry with 25-David.

Luca.

LAPD! Put the gun down, now!

Get out of here or I'll shoot!

I swear I'll kill you, you bitch!

Hey, listen to me, Henry! We're the police!

We're here to help you!

LAPD! You need to put the gun down, now!

Put it down now!

Drop the gun! Right now!

- Drop it, drop it! - All right, all right.

Get out here. Come out here.

She-she...

She caught me by surprise,

bashed me on the head.

When she went for the knives, I was able to get my gun.

If I hadn't, I'd be a goner.

Which way did Jolene go?

- End of the hall, I think. - Stay here.

22-David. Have a male victim. Send an R/A.

Code 3, my location.

Go.

We're too late. She's gone.

25-David. Jolene Jeffries is still at large.

Security's got Alvarez locked in their safe room.

No one's getting near her until we give the all clear.

Doesn't mean Jolene won't find another target.

Luca and Tan just radioed,

said she took the author's laptop from his house.

So, if she's going after someone else,

whatever's on that computer could be the key

to where she's headed next.

Deac, you coming?

Yeah.

Cabrera.

I got your text. What'd you find?

Lucky for us, Baker backed up his laptop to the cloud,

so I've been able to do some digging.

His book cites a number of anonymous sources,

but he kept their real names on his computer.

My guess is Jolene wanted the contact information

of the most quoted source: Tamra Mitchell.

Who's Tamra Mitchell?

She's Jolene's mother.

Mother?

I thought Jolene came up in foster care.

She did, but only after Tamra abandoned her

when Jolene was 12.

Well, looks like Mitchell was a mess back then.

She got over a dozen drug charges.

And now all of a sudden she's out of the woodwork,

being a source for Baker's book?

It seems she cleaned herself up,

found God since then.

She's got a family, Hondo.

If Tamra is Jolene's next target,

then the family's in danger, too.

- Do we have an address? - Yeah.

And it was on the laptop, which means Jolene has it, too.

I'm gonna call Patrol and send them over now.

Round everyone up. - We got to roll. - Got it.

Emily, dinner's almost ready!

Long time no see, Mom.

Jolene.

Mom, what is she talking about?

Get back, honey.

Get down there!

Keep quiet!

- What are you doing here? - I read your interview.

Made me want to come see you.

And what a sight to see.

The house, picture-perfect family.

It's miles from anything I ever knew.

What's the harm using my story to fund it?

No picture of me, though.

She didn't tell you about me, sis?

Before you came along, Mom was drugged up,

pimping me out to make enough money

for her next score.

You're lucky.

Jolene, I'm sorry.

If I could change what happened, I would.

But listen to me...

I've changed.

- I have a new life. - Please.

Whatever you want, it's not here.

I want you!

The both of you.

You ruined my life, so I'm gonna destroy yours.

Police department!

Open the door or we're coming in.

You.

Come on, let's answer it.

Get rid of them.

If you move a muscle, she's dead. Got it?

Just do whatever she says, honey.

Make them leave.

If you try anything funny, I'll blow your brains out.

Half sister or not.

Hi, can I help you?

Uh, you can. Are your parents home?

They're...

- No, they're not here right now. - Okay.

Someone might be on their way to hurt you and your family.

We have to take you all into protection.

- No, thank you. We're fine. - Hey, hang on.

I-I cannot leave until we...

She should've listened. Go.

1-Adam-18. Shots fired. Shots fired.

613 Glenhurst. Fugitive

Jolene Jeffries is inside the house,

armed and dangerous.

At least one hostage inside.

- Get us there, Luca. - Doing everything I can, boss.

All right, there's no telling what we're gonna find when

we get there. Jolene is far from your run-of-the-mill criminal.

She's a cold-blooded killer who will not hesitate.

Guess they don't give out the "Truck Stop Butcher" name

to just anyone.

What's the plan, boss?

We're looking at potentially three hostages.

Tamra Mitchell, her husband, and daughter Emily.

Top priority is getting them safe.

Jolene Jeffries is out for blood and revenge,

so our standard bargaining chips aren't likely to interest her.

And if we run into her?

We take her down. If Jolene stays loose,

there's no telling how many

people she'll kill.

Chop, chop, get tying. We don't have all day.

Let's try and enjoy our time together as a family

before we get interrupted, all right?

Please, just let Emily go.

She never did anything to hurt you.

But you did, Mom, and that's the fun of it.

You didn't care when I was getting hurt,

so let's see how much. - You care now. - They're gonna catch you.

Just leave us alone already. Please, don't do this.

Tie her up, or you can say goodbye right now.

I'm sorry.

It'll be all right.

How's your partner?

I'm all good. Took it in the vest.

Suspect went back inside the house.

- Had the daughter at gunpoint. - All right, we'll take it from here.

We got to make entry before Jolene hurts Tamra

and her daughter. Just like we talked about. Let's move.

Deacon, talk to me. You good?

30-David.

Back door's been forced open.

- Still no sign of Jolene. - Copy that.

You and Tan make entry on our entry.

In position. Waiting on you.

- Luca, you're up. - Battering ram's set.

Two. One.

Dining room clear.

Closet only clear.

Help! I'm in here!

20-David. Screams coming from the living room.

- Help! She took my mom! - We're LAPD.

I got you. You're okay.

There's no signs of injury.

Back rooms are all clear.

Please, you have to help my mom!

All right, listen, we're gonna get you out of here,

but we need your help. What happened? Where'd Jolene go?

She heard your sirens, and then she took my mom into the garage.

All right, Tan,

take her someplace safe. Call for EMS.

Deacon, Luca, let's go.

Deacon, see if there's another entrance.

Luca, we got to get in there before it's too late.

Let's do it.

Help me!

Drop the knife, Jolene.

Don't come any closer unless you want her to bleed out.

All it takes is a couple more millimeters

and the carotid artery's cut.

This is the end of the road. It's time to let your mom go.

No! She needs to suffer like I did. You see all this?

Her new life?

It was all built off of my misery.

30-David.

No visual on the three side.

And there's no side entrance.

I don't have a shot.

- Blind. - I know I was horrible

back then. I'm sorry.

You didn't deserve it.

Shut up!

I don't want to hear your apologies!

They're 20 years too late.

I came here to watch you bleed

and enjoy it like you enjoyed my abuse for so long.

Jolene. Jolene, listen to me.

Look, if you really wanted to kill your mom,

she'd be dead already.

Come on now, you've been suffering your whole life.

I don't think you want to cause any more.

You don't know anything about me.

I know your mom should've protected you back then.

You were just a scared little girl

who was being taken advantage of.

And they're still using me.

LUCA [whispering]: Deac, your shot is two feet

below my laser. No more, no less.

- Wait on our call. - Roger that.

I can't even begin to imagine

what it was like to be exploited for so long,

and then tossed out like the garbage by the one person

who was supposed to love you.

Whatever you do to Tamra,

it won't hurt her, okay? It's only gonna affect her daughter.

You really want to make another little girl go through hell?

It's not the same.

She's not innocent.

No one is.

Except for you, though, right?

The girl who wasn't protected,

who no one loved.

And now they have the audacity to call you a monster.

Am I right?

No. No.

No, you're messing with me.

You're messing with me. She has to die!

Now, Deac.

Luca, get the mother out of here.

You okay? Here, come on.

This is 20-David. We're Code 4.

Final fugitive is in custody.

Emily?

Emily!

Oh.

Nice shooting, Deac.

Thank you.

Let's go home.

Hey, you done with all your homework?

Yeah. I'm ready to go.

Hang on, Kelly. Wait. Wait a minute. Look, ever since

we met, you've been like family to me.

I mean, you've helped me out of some jams,

and it's always been an honor to help you with your problems,

but I think we both messed up this morning.

I'm really sorry I raised my voice to you,

but you needed to listen to me. I mean,

that was a dangerous situation you put us in.

I know. I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry, too.

I mean, you're smarter than that move you pulled, but so am I.

It won't happen again. I promise.

Good. Then, if you're willing

to give it another try, how about another lesson?

I mean, I'm starving. You can drive us to dinner.

I know this great spot, and there's no left turns

- on the way. - I am a little hungry.

We're only getting hungrier just standing here. You ready?

Go ahead, get in.

Let's do it.

Got a plate for you.

Kids are upstairs doing homework.

Oh, how's Sam feeling?

Oh, he's better. He's at least not throwing up, so that's good.

So, all things considered,

how'd your first day at court go?

Good.

I mean, I still have a lot of prep tonight.

My boss is having me research

some case law, so I've got to draft

a few questions for her tomorrow.

Yeah? Sounds like a lot of work.

Mom could lose her kids.

I'm just trying to give her a fighting chance.

I'm sorry about earlier.

I don't want you to think that I don't value

what you do.

Today was your day,

I messed it up.

I appreciate that.

But what about tomorrow?

And the day after that?

I just...

I don't know, I don't

see a permanent solution for this.

Well, I've been thinking about that.

Maybe it's time I sit down with Hicks

and finally start the process to retire.

I wasn't asking you to retire.

No, no, I know, I know, I know.

But, look, I'm past eligibility for my pension.

The security company's doing great.

Even if I'm there full-time, the hours would let me be here

for you and the kids.

I just...

I think it's time to do this. For us.

Won't you miss it, though?

Yeah, of course.

But it's time for something besides SWAT

to take priority.

I was at the courthouse today.

And I saw you in action, doing what you do.

Doing what you love.

You've put that on hold

for me and the kids for so long.

You've had my back since day one.

It's time for me to do that for you,

so you can have your chance to shine.

Thank you, David.

Yeah, I mean, SWAT,

it'll always be a part of me, but

maybe it's

maybe it's time for something new.

Ah.

Little far from the curb, but close enough.

Nice job driving, Kelly.

You're getting better already.

Next time, maybe you could teach me how to drive backwards.

I heard the other officers talking about

some cool move you did today.

Yeah, well, no, let's master driving forward first

before we talk about going backwards.

And if you end up in a high-speed chase,

maybe just give me a call.

I'll put you on speed dial.

Diner's right here. What are you hungry for?

They got these awesome strawberry shakes... Hey.

Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey. Come here. Come here.

Stay down.

Hey! LAPD! Stop!

Get in, man!

Drive, drive!

Luca!

Luca! Luca, Luca.

Help! Somebody help!

Luca!

Luca, wake up. Help! Luca!

Help! Help me!

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