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Previously on SWAT...

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

Top of your class in law school to the public defender's office. I'm proud of you.

Does Hondo know you're still in touch with your family?

It's been ten years since I've seen my mom in person.

I actually got to hug her on her birthday.

I do not regret that.

But if you're still associating with criminals...

They're still my family, Tan.

Deputy Chief Bennett's coming by SWAT today.

You think she's coming here to influence what you say?

I might buy there's no ulterior motive if she wasn't married

to Warden Bennett from the prison where

we put that riot down a couple weeks back.

And let's get this on the record, too, while we're at it.

You're an incompetent moron.

You got no business running this or any prison.

When my wife hears how you handled things today...

SWAT handled what you couldn't.

I will tell the truth at the inquiry into your husband.

I don't care what firestorm you cook up.

I stand by my officers.

Okay, your hat and your water bottle

are in your bag.

Where's your lunch box?

- Did we forget it again? - Yeah.

Wait here. I'll go grab it.

Gracie?

Gracie, where are you?

Mommy!

Gracie!

Stop!

- Mommy! Mommy! - Gracie! Stop! Please, not...

- Mommy! - my daughter! Don't take my daughter away!

Oh, my God.

911. What's your emergency?

You forget your shovel?

I assume you're back to try again

to dig up some more dirt on me.

When you read the book How to Win Friends & Influence People,

I think you skipped the chapter on charm.

Well, I shoot from the hip and I tell it straight.

Must be nice to have that luxury.

Mm, well... Uh, I'm sorry your husband lost his job.

But the prison board did a thorough investigation

and put the blame for the riot squarely

on his shoulders, not SWAT's.

Well, while I disagree with the board's findings,

I will accept their decision.

And my husband did the right thing and fell on his sword.

- Ah. - But I'm not here to talk about that.

I'm here to talk about Officer Gamble.

Are you aware

she's associating with known criminals?

Are you talking about her family?

Her brothers Leon and Judd, as well as two cousins,

are suspected of carrying out several train cargo heists.

They've been under surveillance for the last three weeks.

Early yesterday morning,

LAPD's Cargo Theft Unit raided their suspected stash house

and came up empty. I wonder why that is.

- Maybe they got bad intel. - Maybe

somebody tipped them off that the raid was happening.

Are you implying my officer is dirty?

Surveillance caught Gamble leaving her cousins' house

the night before the raid went down.

How would she have even known about the raid?

The Cargo Theft Unit

requested armed backup.

Details were posted to SWAT's bulletin board.

Gamble could have seen the alert and tipped them off.

Or are you putting one of my officers under the microscope

- in an attempt to discredit me? - As my daughter likes to say,

you have real main-character energy, but...

and this might come as a surprise...

not everything is about you.

And you say I skipped the chapter on charm.

There is gonna be an investigation

into Gamble and her links to this crew

and whether or not she's working for them as an informant.

- Oh... - While it's ongoing,

you need to bench her.

IA moves at glacial speed.

She'll end up sitting in the armory for a year,

twiddling her thumbs, only to be found innocent.

It is up to your discretion. But if I were you,

I would consider how it looks if she ends up being guilty.

Oh. You'll have to excuse me.

As much as I love our little chats,

I got better things to do.

All right, at 7:20 this morning,

six-year-old Gracie Walz was abducted from her front yard.

Fifteen minutes ago, a manager

of a motel responded to the Amber Alert,

saying he saw Gracie being dragged, screaming,

into a room by this guy.

Jerod Whitlock.

He's got a long list of felony convictions.

Any of those felonies child-related?

Assault with a deadly weapon, forcible coercion.

It's not clear from this if any of the charges involved minors.

Detectives are already at the hotel.

I told them to set a perimeter,

warned them to stay back and out of sight.

Does the suspect have any connection to Gracie?

No, it doesn't seem like it.

Looks like a stranger abduction.

With most stranger abductions, the victim winds up dead.

74% are killed within the first three hours.

We're not giving Whitlock

a chance to use this kid as a hostage

or do anything worse. Y'all copy?

- Roger. - Copy.

Suspect's in room 217. RHD confirmed with the receptionist

he hasn't left the room.

All right, Tan, Powell, take the rear in case

he makes a break for it. Deacon, you cover the front.

Me and Gamble will head inside.

Hold. D-team, report in.

What's your status?

25-David. Moving into position.

30-David. I got the one-side covered.

Moving.

Jerod Whitlock, stop right there.

Suspect spotted us. He's going back in the room.

Suspect's on the balcony.

Give it up, Whitlock!

Gamble, stay with the kid.

Copy.

Hey, stop!

Give it up.

He's headed for the roof.

Split. Take the right side.

LAPD!

Hondo, I'm on him.

Move, move, move, move!

On your knees!

Don't move!

LAPD. Stop!

Hey!

A for effort, at least.

Hondo, it's not Gracie.

The girl in the room. It's not her.

Who's that little girl?

It's my girlfriend's kid.

I'm looking after her for the day while my girl at work.

What the hell, man? Did somebody call 911 and report me?

- Yes. - Man, it's a sick world.

A Black man

can't do nothing without somebody thinking

- he doing something wrong. - Why'd you run when you saw us?

- It's a natural reaction to the cops. - Yeah? Nothing to do

with your two outstanding warrants?

Oh, come on, man. I can't never catch a damn break!

So, Gracie's still out there.

She's been missing an hour already.

Tan, you said if we don't find her

in the first three, we might never.

Well, then the clock's ticking.

We need to bring that little girl home.

Window of opportunity

for finding Gracie alive is closing rapidly.

Most child abductions are done by people who know the victim.

Usually a parent who's lost custody.

- Where's Gracie's dad in all this? - Well, definitely wasn't him

who took her. He died six months ago of a brain tumor.

I also found out he was a cop up in Oxnard.

- One of our own. - Yeah.

That why Deputy Chief Bennett's here?

No. But it's why she's sticking around.

She's on the board of the Eagle and Shield foundation.

Apparently knows the family.

Gracie's mom managed to catch the make and model

of the vehicle. It's a white Honda Civic.

Now, she only got the first three letters of the plate.

I'll check to see if there are any more leads.

Okay.

I've gone through a list of child sex offenders

in the area. There's one living

three streets over from Gracie's house.

Michael Boswell.

His phone's off,

so I called his workplace.

He didn't show up this morning for his shift.

Tan, grab Hondo and get over there.

Gamble.

A word.

Have you seen your family recently?

Uh, couple nights ago, yeah. Why?

Any particular reason for the visit?

Uh, no, we just, you know, had a family dinner.

- I owed them. - Hmm. Your brothers

and your cousins are under investigation

by the LAPD for cargo theft.

- What? - When you were there,

visiting,

that didn't come up in the conversation?

No. I had no idea until now.

So, you didn't tip 'em off

that an LAPD raid was imminent?

I'm sorry, what are you saying?

It sounds like you're accusing me of being a dirty cop.

I'm not accusing you of anything.

The deputy chief is.

And she's opening an investigation.

Into what? I didn't do anything.

I had no idea my brothers and cousins

were into anything illegal.

Trust me, if I had, I wouldn't have went

- anywhere near them. - I'm not the one

you're gonna need to convince.

It's Internal Affairs.

You're the SWAT commander.

If you don't believe I'm innocent,

then what hope do I have in convincing anyone else?

My husband was a detective.

He used to come home from work with stories

about all the awful things he'd seen on the job.

Robberies, murders.

You know, bad things always happened to other people,

not to us.

I wish he was here. He'd know what to do.

You've got the entire LAPD

looking for Gracie.

We will do everything we can to find her.

This is my fault. I shouldn't have

- let her out of my sight. - No.

This is not your fault.

She forgot her lunch box.

I went back inside to get it.

Every day, I have to make her

peanut butter and banana sandwiches

and cut them into triangles

because that's the way her dad did it.

And she'll only drink strawberry milk.

Because he told her that's what princesses drink.

Hey. I know

it's easy for me to sit here and say, "Don't fall apart."

Kate, the best thing you can do for Gracie

right now is to hold it together.

I, uh,

gave the detectives some photos

from my phone.

But I remembered

I had this one.

She was wearing that dress today.

Have you found her?

We're still working on leads.

Powell, a word?

Excuse me.

We got hits on three white Hondas

matching the one that drove off with Gracie.

Now, detectives cleared the first two,

but the owner of the third one...

he's got two charges on his record.

Violating a restraining order and brandishing a weapon.

So we've been asked

to do the honors and go knock on his door.

Guess if you're on

the sex offender registry you don't

get to be too picky about where you live.

I don't know about that, Tan.

I've arrested a few sex offenders

living in mansions in the Hollywood Hills.

You keep a list in your head?

Of the cases that never leave you?

I used to.

But that list got too long.

I had to figure ways to deal with it instead.

Every single one on my list involves kids.

Murdered, missing, worse.

Kanesha's the one that sticks with me most.

I think about her all the time.

What happened to Kanesha?

She was ten.

Went missing on her way home from choir practice.

Three blocks between the church and her house.

Broad daylight. Not a single witness.

It was my first week working Vice

and my sergeant assigned me family liaison.

- That's a tough job. - Yeah.

Every time I knocked on their door,

her mom would answer looking so hopeful and...

every time, I had to let her down.

Handling another person's hope ain't easy, man.

Especially when you know that hope's

probably gonna turn to grief.

Her mom was a really nice lady.

I must have sat on her sofa for hours,

drinking iced tea, listening to her talk about Kanesha,

how she wanted to be Beyoncé when she grew up.

It was awful.

I-I felt like I was keeping a secret from her.

You know, some folks just prefer to stay in the dark

so they don't have to face the fact

that their kid's never coming home.

This is the street.

Well, there's no guessing which is our suspect's house.

You here about Gracie?

Where is she? She inside?

Come on in. See for yourself.

- Gracie! - Turn around.

- All right, all right. - Gracie!

All right.

Soon as I got that Amber Alert, I knew

- you'd come knocking. - Place is clear.

Yeah, 'cause she's not here.

Where were you this morning between 7:00 and 8:00?

I was peeing into a plastic cup for a random drug test.

Call my parole officer if you don't believe me.

Here, I... I had a...

a...

Yeah, neighbor from hell.

Yeah, I'm sure they'd agree.

I was 21. She was 17.

Maybe you should have checked her ID.

Her parents reported me.

And eight years I got, for statutory rape.

- You broke the law. - And I did my time.

I got an engineering degree

and the only job that I can get is

unclogging toilets at the shelter down the street.

And every time a kid goes missing,

you guys come banging on my door,

the neighbors smash my windows, they threaten to kill me.

Okay, thanks. Alibi holds.

Let's go.

Hey, can y-can you just...

Can you please just tell my neighbors that I didn't take that kid?

Fine.

Guess no one's home.

Let's check the back.

Come on.

Excuse me. We're looking for your neighbor,

Robert Dunne. Have you seen him today?

He's, uh, he's on vacation.

Ah. Any idea where he went?

Uh, Baja. It's one of those, uh, uh,

adults-only cruises.

It's not my thing, but, hey...

Does he drive a white Honda Civic?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, he-he drove it down to Long Beach,

where he caught the ship from.

Any idea when he might be back, Mr...

Oh, uh, Owens. Stephen Owens.

- Uh, and no. No, I got no idea, sorry. What's this about? - Well, a car

with a similar description was used in a crime this morning.

Oh. Well, are-are you sure it was his car?

Oh, we're just checking on some leads.

Thank you for your time.

Yeah, okay.

Who's watching your neighbor's cat?

Oh, uh, I am. I'm-I'm... I'm watching it.

So, wouldn't you know when he's coming back?

Uh, yeah, it's-it's next week sometime.

But I-I don't-I don't know the exact date.

I'd have to look it up, so... Uh, if you'll excuse me.

Let's go.

He's acting really weird.

We'll run a check on him when we get back to HQ.

If he has a key to the neighbor's house,

who's to say he doesn't have a key to the car, too?

What if his neighbor didn't drive to Long Beach?

What if he kept his car here

and Owens used it to abduct Gracie?

We need to bring him in for questioning.

Powell, we can't just bring him in for questioning

because we think he's weird.

We'd need actual proof that he borrowed the car.

Gracie's been missing for two hours.

My gut tells me something is off about that guy, Deac.

Notice how he didn't ask what crime the car was used for?

Yeah. People usually do want to know all the lurid details.

Mr. Owens, we were

just wondering if we could ask you a few more questions.

Uh, about what?

You live alone?

Yeah.

Hey, what...

- what-what are you doing? Y-You can't do that. - Powell...

- Mr. Owens, we are conducting a search for a missing child. - Yeah, well,

you cannot come into my house without a search warrant.

I know my rights.

Powell.

Did you find anything?

- No. It's just a dog. - What did I tell you?

Now, get the hell out of my house.

- Hey, stop that. Don't do that! - Hey,

stay back. Don't move.

Peanut butter, bananas.

These are all Gracie's favorites.

Hey... Get off me!

Where the hell is Gracie?

What did you do with her?

The suspect you brought in has no priors

and we got no hard evidence that he took Gracie.

I know he took her.

A hunch isn't enough to get a judge to issue a warrant.

Especially after that unauthorized entry you pulled.

I'm not saying you made a bad call.

Other than violating a man's rights.

We don't have enough to charge him

unless Deacon and Tan get him to crack.

Did we get inside the neighbor's house yet?

Owens has a key.

He could have stashed Gracie there.

We're trying to get ahold of the landlord to get us access.

The lawful kind.

In the meantime,

I want you to see what you can do

to dig into Owens' private life.

If you took Gracie, it's best to own up now.

- Let us help you fix this. - I-I didn't snatch any child.

This is a wrongful arrest

and I am gonna sue your asses into the ground.

Once we find evidence, which we will,

we are gonna nail your ass to the wall.

I'm sorry, what was that, Officer Tan?

Annie.

Who is that?

Annie Kay.

Deacon's wife. She's a public defender.

- What are you doing here? - I read through the charge sheet

on the way over here.

You guys made entry without probable cause.

We heard what we took to be a child.

A barking labradoodle.

Your client is suspected of abducting a six-year-old girl.

And your evidence is peanut butter and bananas.

She's torpedoing them.

Even if you had something more substantial,

- none of this would be admissible in court. - - Thank you.

This is what I've been trying to tell...

- Be quiet. - Shut up.

You don't have anything on my client.

You need to let him go.

A word?

Outside.

What in God's name, Annie?

That man abducted a six-year-old child.

- Allegedly. - A little girl.

And she's out there somewhere.

Those O.J. cops

did a better job of collecting evidence.

You want to find her?

Do your job properly.

For God's sakes.

The best chance we have to find this little girl

is to convince that man to talk, but you're letting him walk.

I'm not letting him, the law is.

Even if he's guilty,

he's not gonna say anything anyway.

Thanks to you.

I will fight to maintain my client's innocent

until you prove

beyond a reasonable doubt that he is guilty.

Those are our jobs.

I want to find this little girl as much as you do.

- You could have fooled me. - David, we are

on the same side here.

Cut Mr. Owens loose.

Your wife is right.

- We can't hang on to him. - Owens isn't about

to have a "come to Jesus" moment and start yapping.

We're better off letting him go.

We'll keep him under surveillance.

Maybe he'll lead us to Gracie.

If he knows he's under a microscope,

he's not gonna take any risks.

- You let him walk, we lose our shot. - Not necessarily.

Powell and Gamble are still digging into Owens.

There's a chance they'll find something

and we just take another run at him.

I'll update Gracie's mom.

Okay. Got it.

That was RHD.

The landlord let them into the neighbor's house.

No sign of Gracie.

No white Honda in the garage either.

You find anything on Owens?

No. He's more than vanilla. He's tofu.

Degree in accounting. No wife, no kids.

According to his LinkedIn, he volunteers

at a humane society and counts bird-watching

and growing vegetables as his hobbies.

What if I'm wrong?

What if he is just a normal guy who's into birds and vegetables?

I mean, a lot of people like peanut butter banana sandwiches

and-and strawberry milk.

Why... what if someone else snatched Gracie

and we're just wasting our time?

I am not doubting your gut for a second, Powell.

You shouldn't, either. A woman's intuition

plus a cop's sixth sense?

Winning combo, if you ask me.

How'd it go with Owens?

He crack?

He say anything about Gracie?

No. We're letting him go.

Was it because of the entry I made?

Is that Annie?

Yeah.

She drew the short straw.

She's Owens' public defender.

You still doubt your gut?

Not for a second. That bastard took her.

Yeah. And he knows that we know,

and that we can't do anything about it.

Deputy Chief, may I

- have a word, please? - Officer Gamble.

I assume you've spoken with Commander Hicks?

About these lies going around about me?

Do I at least get a chance to defend myself?

You'll get a chance to respond to the allegations

once the investigation is underway.

All due respect, word gets out

that I am being investigated for corruption

and my career is over.

Look, if you're innocent, it won't even matter.

I am innocent.

- There's no "if." - You associate

with known criminals.

- That's not exactly a good look for a police officer. - I was

having chicken wings and some beers with my family.

I was not tipping anyone off about a police raid.

Is this really about that?

What else would it be about?

Commander Hicks.

I know you don't like him.

But using me

to get to him for some personal vendetta...

Officer Gamble, do I need to remind you of your rank?

No.

Can I remind you that you were once in my position?

Are you really gonna throw me under the bus?

Well, I wouldn't disagree with anyone who thought

Hicks' reign at SWAT had gone past

its expiration date, but this investigation

is a totally separate issue.

It's about my not tolerating corruption

within the LAPD ranks.

How many times do I need to say it?

I'm clean.

You know, I really,

really hope that's the case.

Do you?

Hey.

You okay?

What if I screwed up our only chance

at finding this little girl?

Powell, you might be the only reason we have a chance

at finding her.

Your hunch led us to the suspect.

Owens knows we'll be watching him.

He's not gonna do anything now.

I can't tell if that's better for Gracie or worse.

If Gracie is still alive, that means she's likely safe

- for the moment. - Locked up somewhere,

terrified and alone.

Hondo, the world is huge.

She could be anywhere.

You and I both know how most of these cases end.

You felt something was off with the suspect.

You followed that hunch and now we have a real lead.

There is a time

to call it quits, and that time ain't here yet.

Finally got ahold of Stephen Owens' neighbor... the one on the cruise.

Says he didn't take his car to Long Beach.

He left it at home

- in the garage. - Yeah, but the car wasn't there

when RHD checked the house.

Owens must have used it to abduct Gracie,

- just like Powell guessed. - Mm-hmm.

We find the car, we might find the girl.

We won't find it. He's covering his tracks.

Powell, you went inside his house.

Was there anything you saw that could tell us

who this guy is

or where he might have taken her?

I was looking for Gracie. I wasn't checking out the decor.

What about photographs?

Any sense that he has friends or family come and stay?

Anyone we might talk to?

I wasn't looking for anything like that.

Besides, everything was, like, weird, creepy landscapes.

He had these black-and-white photographs

all across the wall with, like, a farmhouse

- or a barn, it... - Hold up.

Photos like this?

Yes, exactly like that.

- How did you find them? - Owens is a tax accountant.

I was going through his list of clients.

One of them is a photographer,

Denton Pryor.

Dude thinks he's Ansel Adams or something.

Maybe the photos are how Pryor pays

for getting his taxes done.

Click on "other work."

Pryor takes school portraits, too.

Pryor's logo.

He took Gracie's school picture.

So, this guy, Denton Pryor

and our guy Stephen Owens know each other.

Which means they could be accomplices.

Who abducted Gracie together.

Denton Pryor has a previous arrest in Arizona

for inappropriate contact with a child.

Pleaded guilty to a lesser charge,

did some community service,

then left town.

So, Pryor lives in Venice,

his studio is a few blocks away,

which means Gracie could be at either.

It's circumstantial,

but it's got to be enough to get a warrant.

I'll call a judge.

We will split up, check 'em both.

Let's roll.

LAPD with a search warrant.

Tan.

- Right side clear. - Left side clear.

Closet clear.

Go.

Clear.

She's not here.

It's Deacon.

No sign of Pryor or Gracie at his apartment, either.

Please don't let this be what I think it is.

The FBI have ID'd the other four kids.

They were all abducted, first one back in 2018.

Seems like Stephen Owens and Denton Pryor

have been doing this for some time now,

snatching a child every 18 months or so.

Hicks told the cops sitting on Owens' house

to bring him in for questioning.

Good. The gloves are off.

We're getting answers this round.

Owens is not walking out of here a second time.

We also have a BOLO out on Denton Pryor, too.

We'll get both of them.

Hopefully before they have a chance to do anything to Gracie.

It's a message from Hicks.

Patrol unit sitting on Stephen Owens' house just reported in.

Come on. He hopped a back fence.

He's in the wind.

What's the secret?

'Cause I wouldn't mind knowing it. How you dealt

with those cases you couldn't get out of your head?

It ain't the ones we solve that stick with us, Tan.

It's the ones we don't.

That's why you can't stop thinking about Kanesha.

Right. But if you can't solve the case,

how you let it go?

I had a Kanesha story like yours.

Edward Miller.

He was six years old.

He went missing playing in his front yard with his cousins.

His grandmother thought he went with his mother to the store.

- Guessing they didn't find him. - No.

I was a beat cop at the time.

There had a detective assigned to the case,

but a little Black kid going missing at that time, it...

it didn't cause much of a stir.

Not sure much has changed.

Edward's grandmother and my grandmother

went to same church,

so I found myself organizing search parties,

talking to every CI and sex offender in the system.

But nothing.

Tan, I felt so bad that I couldn't

bring that family peace that...

I just avoided 'em.

Hear you on that.

It was my grandmother

who eventually sat me down, and she told me

that my guilt wasn't helping nobody.

His family needed truth.

So I went to Edward's folks...

and I looked 'em right in the eye.

And I admitted that I didn't think their little boy

was ever coming home, and it was hard,

feeling like I had completely crushed their hopes.

But I saw that it actually gave them some closure.

And that...

it gave me some, too.

Annie.

Trying to get ahold of you.

I was in court. My phone was off.

It's about Stephen Owens.

We found more evidence that he abducted Gracie.

Enough that a judge signed off on an arrest warrant,

but he's gone AWOL.

Now, we traced his phone back to his house,

but he must have left it behind.

If we don't catch up to him, we may never find Gracie.

Annie, did he say anything to you,

anything about where he might be going

- when he left HQ? - He said he needed

to check in on his dog, but he didn't ditch his phone.

- He texted me ten minutes ago. - What?

"Why are there cops watching my house?

Am I still under investigation?"

He's got a second phone we didn't know about.

We can trace it.

- All right, I got to go. - Okay.

I heard the investigation

into Officer Gamble starts tomorrow.

Oh, please, come on in.

Have you decided yet if you're going to bench her?

I got too many people out sick.

I can't afford to have an officer counting bullets

while the other ones are in the firing line.

You can't keep her in the field.

No one will trust her to have your back.

We traced Stephen Owens' second phone.

He's at Union Station.

What are you still doing here? Go.

I-I think I might have

found something, it's just a hunch.

Let's hear it.

Both perps are obsessed with images of this farm.

I think it's because that's where

they're taking the children.

The photo's geotagged. It's out in Simi Valley.

I can't figure out who the owner is, but what if

this is where Gracie's at?

I know it's just a hunch...

The others can go to Union Station.

Take Tan and get out to the farm.

I'll dot your I's and get you a warrant

so you can search the place.

Remember to tap your card before boarding.

All right, Hicks alerted station patrol cops

to be on the lookout for Owens. No sign so far.

Could have hopped a train already.

His phone triangulated just minutes ago.

He's still within the building.

All right, Gamble, you and Stevens

take the waiting room and the platforms.

We'll check out the main concourse and ticket office.

This is definitely the place.

That barn was in one of Pryor's photos.

Doesn't seem like anyone's been here

in years.

26-David, no sign of the suspect in the waiting room.

We'll try the platform.

Roger. No luck

on the main concourse either.

We're moving on to the ticket office.

Our white Honda.

Gracie.

She's got to be around here somewhere.

Let's look over there.

Over here. It's loose.

Gracie?

Gracie, you here?

Where the hell is she?

Check out these marks.

This was moved. Help me out.

Gracie.

Hey. Okay.

Are you okay?

We're police officers. We're here to help.

You're safe now. I'm gonna take you home

to your mommy, okay?

She's shackled to the bed.

There are bolt cutters in the car, I'll go get 'em.

And I can use the car radio, let HQ know we found her.

There's no reception out here.

Hondo. 12 o'clock.

Owens has a Labradoodle. Stephen Owens!

- It's him. - LAPD!

Move! Move, move, move!

- Move! Move, out of the way! - LAPD! Move! Move!

Deacon.

Clear.

Hey, you. Out now. Now.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

That's not as easy as it looks, man.

You cut in the wrong place and that windpipe gets in the way,

you're only gonna pass out from the pain.

And you will wake up handcuffed to a hospital bed.

But if you actually know how to do that correctly,

I will put a bullet through your shoulder

before you can even try.

And you will still wake up handcuffed to a hospital bed.

So, you choose.

Step away. Turn around and face the wall. Turn around!

Don't worry. He's gonna be back real soon.

No!

Just hang on.

All right. Just a second.

There. See?

Do you think you can walk?

Okay.

Get your hands up.

More police are on their way by now.

Your buddy Owens has been arrested already, too.

Just let us go. It's over.

- Too late for... - Run!

You okay?

Yeah. Gracie?

Hey.

You okay?

Okay. Let's get you home.

Gracie?

Mommy!

Thank you.

Hey.

Hey.

You here to see Owens?

I've already seen him.

Left him writing his statement. Could be a while.

He came clean?

Told him you found Gracie.

He knew she'd be able to identify him.

So, he decided it was probably

in his best interest to start talking.

You know a judge won't show leniency.

Even if he gives up all the info on the other crimes.

He and Pryor murdered four children.

I think my client's more concerned

about avoiding extradition.

One of the kids they abducted

was taken from her home in Blythe.

I checked the zip code,

it wasn't on the California side of town.

Arizona.

Death penalty.

Ah, sometimes I hate my job just having to defend people

- that make me sick to my stomach. - Hey, I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry about earlier. You were right.

We are on the same team.

I'm really sorry about that O.J. comment.

- That was low. - Yeah,

it was-it was harsh.

But you doing your job so well...

that made us do our job better.

It's how we got Gracie back to her mom.

Oh, that's a win for both of us.

'Cause now I don't have to prepare a defense

for a child killer.

Mm.

- Shall we go home, see our kids? - Yeah.

- Yes, please. - All right.

Commander. I'm just now finding out there's gonna be

an investigation into Gamble? You didn't think to tell me?

- It's been a busy day. - These are

career-ending accusations. Where the hell is the evidence?

Gamble went to visit her family.

The next day, a police raid on their stash house came up empty.

Sounds like a whole lot of speculation to me.

She was visiting family.

That doesn't make her a criminal.

I took in Darryl after he got out of juvie

while his father was in prison.

I went into business with Darryl and Leroy

after he got out. Does that make me a criminal?

You gonna investigate me as well?

I know you want to believe Gamble,

but could you 100% vouch for her?

Yes.

It's okay not to be certain.

In fact, I want my officers

to entertain some doubt.

Oh, yeah, that's funny.

Because I don't see you doing none of that

when it comes to Gamble.

That's why it's better to investigate.

If Gamble's innocent, this will all get worked out.

"If." You too?

And I'm benching Gamble until the inquiry's done.

Sir, if you pull her

from active duty,

people are gonna automatically assume

she's done something wrong.

I'll connect with you tomorrow.

And I expect both of you

to accept the findings of this investigation.

And if Gamble's guilty...

You'll expect me to fall on my sword.

I think she'd prefer to disembowel me herself.

You want to tell Gamble she's benched or shall I?

You should have had Gamble's back.

Like you just did?

I saw you hesitate when Bennett asked

if you'd stake your reputation and the team's on Gamble.

When I gave you carte blanche to pick someone for the team,

that wasn't a go-ahead to throw a human grenade

into the middle of SWAT!

Now, Bennett's gonna use this as an excuse

to come in here with her witch's broom

and do a clean sweep through SWAT.

So what? We ain't got nothing to hide.

All these years.

Are you telling me you're still that naive

about the way the world works?

You're dismissed.

Hey, Mrs. Marks.

Officer Tan.

You got news on my Kanesha?

I'm sorry. I wish I did.

I was just thinking about her today,

and wondering how you were getting on.

Well... Want to come in?

I got some iced tea in the fridge.

That'd be great.