All language subtitles for S07E06 - Escape

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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