S.W.A.T.

- Previously on SWAT... - Stop!

Marcos, you've done time. Help us find who did this,

I can get the charges dropped.

You want black and whites outside your door every morning?

We should be working together on this.

Look, just because we shook hands once or twice

don't mean we're a team.

When I got back from Mexico,

I had a real clear idea of what I wanted.

You.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Please...

You gettin' on?

Thank you. Mm-hmm.

Miss, I don't understand you.

No hable.

We were waiting what felt like days

in that ER.

All the while, I'm cradling little Winnie,

poor baby, sick as a dog.

- How old was she? - She was five.

Daniel was three.

Although he was acting grown,

pacing and demanding answers about the wait.

Mm, sounds like someone I know.

So finally they call us into the exam room.

Soon as the doctor comes in, little Daniel...

- All two feet of him... - Okay,

I was taller than two feet, Mom.

Little Daniel yelled at that doctor, "What took you so long?

You know my sister's sick."

My son, taking care of his big sister,

even as a little boy.

- Good man in the making. - Mm.

So, Nichelle,

tell me, how is your community center?

Actually, perfect.

Ever since we did the renovations,

I haven't had to worry about pipes bursting

or mold growing.

I've been able to focus

on what matters: The kids. Yeah.

Daniel's always talking about how wonderful you are

with those children.

I have my moments.

That you do, baby.

Well, I don't know about you two,

but I am ready to eat.

So, Nichelle, do you want to have children?

Okay, Mama,

I think you done drank a little too much wine.

Baby, kill that noise. I'm just asking a question.

We're all adults here.

You know, after 35,

we call it a "geriatric pregnancy."

- I'm very aware... - No, no.

This friend of mine, Mitzi, at 49,

gave birth naturally.

'Course, that child doesn't have any grandparents.

They're long dead.

Okay, who's hungry?

I know, it's just...

nothing like a... newborn baby's smell.

God, I miss it.

Don't you want that for yourself?

Okay, next topic, Mama.

Oh, I don't know, a...

new car smell is a close second.

New car smell, okay.

Well, you are gonna love

this roast.

The recipe is a Harrelson family secret.

Ah, ladies.

I'm sorry. It's work.

50-Squad's tied up with a burglary in Larchmont.

Patrol got a visual on one male shooter inside.

When they arrived on the scene,

our trigger-happy suspect fired shots at the unis.

- How many hostages? - We got eyes on one.

Male. Likely the store owner.

Suspect's got him pinned in the front interior.

Bang and breach, front entry?

Bang and breach, yes,

but we enter on the three side.

Deacon.

Tan, get a flashbang.

Ready.

20-David making entry.

Clear.

Looks like somebody tried to get out

- through that window. - Ain't nobody getting through that.

But they were desperate enough to try.

20-David, we're approaching the north side of the building.

Hold.

LAPD! Come out with your hands raised!

We're in position.

Put the gun down!

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

Come out slowly!

- Show us your face! - Drop your weapon!

Get on the ground! Now!

Going hands-on.

20-David. Suspect in custody. Code 4.

25-David requesting emergency transport

for one gunshot victim.

- You're gonna be okay. - Sir,

Was there anyone else in the store when the shooter came in?

Young girl, 19, maybe 20,

ran in here, scared out of her mind.

They got away with her right before cops showed up.

- How many suspects total? - Four men,

Including that one.

And...

And what?

It seemed like they knew her.

They were targeting her.

The question is why.

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- Any idea who - she is yet? - Still a Jane Doe.

No luck IDing her

and no one has reported her missing.

Liquor store owner said it seemed the perps knew her,

- like it was personal. - Sex trafficking?

- That's one theory. - Well, say that is the case.

Must be one hell of an axe to grind to make this much noise.

Pretty stupid, actually.

Unless their marching orders

were to use deadly force.

They shot up a liquor store, they nearly killed a civilian,

and when unis responded...

They deserted one of their own to get away with our Jane Doe.

Probably means she doesn't have much time.

All right, contact Vice, see if we can get any leads

on trafficking rings in or around the Gardena area.

Roger that, Commander.

Any footage on the other suspects? Not really.

There's only one camera inside,

and the kidnappers' faces were obstructed from view.

The outside camera was grainy,

but they left in a late-model black Chrysler 300.

- Couldn't make out the plates, though. - Shooter in custody.

Is Carlos Ochoa.

And he isn't saying a word.

He's staying loyal to someone.

How noble of him. Rap sheet?

Not even a traffic citation.

- Any gang affiliation? - Few tattoos. No ganging.

But we were going through the booking photos and noticed this.

It's a pretty gnarly branding mark.

"RC."

- That could be gang initials. - I mean, that's our guess,

But it doesn't link to any crew we know, so...

Let's put a call in to Gangs and Narcotics

and get someone down here.

All right, I'm on it, boss. All right,

you two keep combing through that security footage.

Still no ID, huh?

No.

The store owner said that she only spoke Spanish.

He didn't understand her, but she kept repeating

the word "escoderme"?

Esconderme. Means, uh, "hide me."

Pretty odd thing

- to say instead of "call the cops." - It is,

Unless she's undocumented.

With no papers, 911 is the last number you're calling,

even in an emergency.

Well, if that's true, it's gonna make it harder

to ID her or find her.

Thought I'd take a chance and swing by.

Okay.

I got a few minutes.

Hey, and before you say anything,

I know my mom was being a little...

Pushy?

I was gonna say a little overcurious, but okay.

I swear she means well.

See, my sister Winnie swore off kids

when she moved to Vegas, and my mama's spotlight

has been on me ever since. Nichelle, we don't have

to have the "where do you stand on having kids" conversation.

It's too soon, and I get that.

Hondo, please, I just need

to say this.

Your mom didn't make me uncomfortable.

I made me uncomfortable.

Because I haven't been completely honest with you.

Okay.

Three years ago,

I started thinking about adoption.

I contacted an agency, filled out a thousand forms...

I mean, I knew it was a long shot...

A single woman living on a nonprofit salary

didn't exactly make me

desirable to most birth mothers.

Well...

a week ago, the agency called.

There's a pregnant teen in Riverside

who wants me to be her baby's mother.