S.W.A.T.

Previously on S.W.A.T.

Any update you working on your day off so close

- to her due date? - We could use the extra cash.

Remember that friend that you mentioned

that was looking to hire someone to do security some nights?

- What, do you know someone? - Yeah. Me.

- Doesn't pay much. - It's better than nothing.

I just dragged myself out of a messy marriage.

This was supposed to be easy.

I'm not what you signed up for.

No.

- Maybe we should... - Take a break.

Biohazard disposal.

- You're two hours late. - Sorry.

- Backed up all night. - ID?

All right. Pull around.

Let's move.

Christmas in Vegas? That just sounds depressing.

Bottle service at Hakkasan, eight-course sushi at Nobu

and two-for-one blackjack.

Think I'll be okay. What about you?

Staying home this year.

Drink some wine by my fire pit,

finish that new molecular variants manual.

Okay, now that sounds depressing.

I'll put this away and

- then we'll grab coffee. - Okay.

What are you doing?

My God.

My God.

No.

Let's move.

- They find anyone inside yet? - Whoever did this

used a chemical accelerant, making the fire burn extra hot.

My men are still inside putting out flames,

- rescue... - Becca!

- Commander, you know this woman? - Rebecca Cates.

A senior lab tech and a family friend.

Please tell me she's gonna live.

She's been shot. She's got second-degree burns.

Every second she's not in the ER, her chances are slipping.

Yeah, this is Commander Robert Hicks, LAPD S.W.A.T.

We have one of our own on their way to Pleasant Green.

I need a full escort down Wilshire.

I repeat, full escort.

Roger that, escort en route.

Nia Wells.

The district attorney is in Denver for a conference,

so she sent me in her place. What's going on?

I wouldn't have called you all out of bed in the middle of the night

if this wasn't a tactical emergency.

S.W.A.T Commander Hicks and Sergeant Harrelson will fill you in.

At approximately 12:35 this morning,

a three-person robbery crew posing as medical waste disposal workers

gained access into LAPD crime lab,

killing a sergeant, one of our lab techs,

- and critically wounded another. - They stole 63 DNA evidence kits

belonging to cases already on trial or waiting on indictments.

We put out a citywide alert, but so far they're still at large.

Think of the thousands of man-hours

investigating, collecting all that evidence

that'll be lost if we don't get it back.

Without those DNA kits,

we stand to lose 90% of the cases on our docket,

and a lot of serious criminals go free.

How is any witness or victim supposed to trust

the D.A.'s office again if we tell them

we lost evidence for their case?

I've ordered a media blackout for the time being.

There will be a report of a lab fire, but no mention of the stolen evidence.

I'll call up every detective

and put them on the street immediately.

No disrespect to the detectives bureau,

but running down alibis and questioning all 63 criminals

with the motive to do this could take weeks, if not months.

Sir, my suggestion, let S.W.A.T off the leash.

Give Sergeant Harrelson and his team carte blanche

to go find this crew.

Whatever resources you need, Sergeant,

- they're yours. - Thank you, sir.

S.W.A.T is going to need you to prioritize...

Prioritize the criminals with motives to do this.

Didn't I just break up with you?

I kind of thought we broke up with each other.

Either way, no reason for this to be awkward.

Roger that.

Let's go catch some bad guys.

Breakfast in bed. I'm a lucky lady.

Yeah, a healthy mix of egg whites,

ham and green olives, and pineapple gummy bears.

Thank you for putting up with my crazy cravings.

What was it last time? Chocolate chip and Swiss cheese sandwiches, or...

- Hey, Matthew, Lila, let's go. - Hey, any word

on when the check is getting here for the busted pipes?

Yes, the insurance adjuster said he's dropping it off today.

Good, 'cause it's starting to get

really hectic with us sharing one bathroom.

I know, so when the check comes, you, you call the plumber.

Right? You got him on speed dial? Hey.

Wait, Lila, you got two different shoes on.

Matthew, that's your old bag, with the holes in it.

Where's your new bag? Come on.

Let's go, fix it. Let's go.

Hey. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to complain.

I know how hard you're working.

She's gonna be here in a few weeks, okay?

And I can't wait to meet her.

But I got to go. Hondo says that it's a very serious tactical situation.

Ruth is on her way to take the kids to school...

Okay, be careful, but I need you to grab the toys first.

Did you forget you're in charge of the S.W.A.T Toy Drive this year?

Do we have to get so many?

You know what? No matter what our checkbook looks like,

we are still very fortunate compared to other families.

That's why I love you.

All right, got to go. Bye.

- Bye-bye. - Bye-bye.

It's like the who's who of L.A.'s nastiest bad guys.

63 of the city's most heinous cases...

murders, rapes, robberies...

that'll all get tossed out of court

unless we can track these DNA kits back.

So there wasn't a single bread crumb of evidence

- left behind at the lab? - Nothing.

The shotgun ammo they used can't be traced.

And they sprayed the place down with accelerant,

which didn't leave a single hair or print behind.

Talk about starting behind the eight ball.

All right, Deac, corral the team.

Tell them to reach out to any friends in other agencies...

FBI, DEA, ATF.

Any connections they may have on the street.

C.I.s, snitches, any gang members who want S.W.A.T to owe them a favor.

All right. On it.

Buckshot missed her vital organs,

but she has burns on her torso, which are life-threatening.

Well, just tell me straight: what are her chances?

60/40.

Are you her husband?

No. I'm...

Her husband passed away a few years ago.

I'm just, I'm a close friend.

You being here is good.

We're doing everything we can for her, but she can use positive thoughts.

Cho, thanks for reaching out.

If my bosses find out I'm sharing intel

on an open investigation, they won't be happy,

but I know how important this case is to you guys.

Corey Barker.

Bona fide maniac meth head out of Palmdale.

Corey Barker who got into a gun battle with county sheriffs

when he was 16, was shot ten times?

Yeah, one and the same.

He's also the brother of one of our suspects...

Tony Barker.

Pull up Tony Barker's file.

I'm on the team trying him for multiple first-degree murders.

We've been surveilling Corey for months,

building a case on him for running cocaine

from Vegas to L.A.

Last night we caught him on a wire saying

he was about to "hardware-up with a hit crew."

Then he dumped all his phones and disappeared.

We were about to introduce evidence showing Tony's DNA

on a gun silencer linking him to four of the murders.

Baby brother makes Tony's evidence kit disappear,

he gets a mistrial, and big brother hits the streets.

Sounds like a theory.

Thanks for not showing us this.

Hey, I wasn't even here.

Corey was willing to rob an LAPD crime lab for you?

I mean, damn, I got to say, that's one tight family

you got right there.

You knew we had DNA evidence linking you to that silencer,

which would've been a slam dunk for a guilty verdict.

You told Corey to steal your evidence before

it was introduced to the jury.

And baby brother wasn't about to disappoint.

I called Corey yesterday,

asked him to drop 100 in my account

so I could stock up on Little Debbies.

If Corey did something, I know jack about it.

Two members of LAPD were murdered,

and another one my boss knows personally is clinging to life.

So if you were facing decades before this,

you're gonna be buried now.

Besides your evidence kit, there were 62 others

that were stolen, and we want them back intact.

I can't make a deal for your brother,

but if you tell us where he is,

my office is willing to plea bargain with you.

My lawyer tried to make a deal with you before trial,

and you shut him down.

That's when you had nothing to sell.

I suggest you convince your baby brother

to turn himself in, along with those DNA kits,

because he does not want to try shooting it out with LAPD S.W.A.T.

Our old man was some bastard.

One night he dared Corey to shoot him.

He even handed him the gun.