S.W.A.T.

Previously on SWAT...

Gaz Verdugo. Mexican officials just agreed

to extradite him back to L.A.

to get him tried for her murder.

Hicks is flying a couple of us out to Mexico City

to escort him back to the States.

You must be Officer Bautista.

Call me Gabriel.

It's a shame you're leaving so soon.

Any idea what Verdugo was doing in Mexico City

in the first place?

Verdugo had a high-stakes deal lined up.

Thieves got away with a thermobaric vacuum bomb

worth two million.

Verdugo's deal is going down.

Let her go!

The thermobaric vacuum bomb-- it's gone.

If that's true, that's the worst news possible.

You look amazing.

What are you doing?

You took the bomb.

Where's Powell?

Taxi's gonna be here any minute.

I don't know.

I'll call her.

I got a meeting with the brass as soon as we get back.

They want me to explain

how Verdugo escaped custody and is now dead,

rather than on his way to lockup in the U.S.

Sir, they should be thanking us

for saving them a bunch of tax dollars.

She's not answering. Let me text her.

That's cute, that even after 25-plus years on the job,

you'd still expect the brass

- to thank us for anything. - If it makes you feel any better,

I got a teething baby waiting on me back home.

Nichelle's been counting down the seconds

until she can finally pass the baton.

Slather Vivienne's pacifier in teething gel.

Worked like a charm with JP. He got addicted to the stuff.

Oh. You know what? On second thought,

stick to a teething ring.

Copy that, sir.

I got nothing from Powell.

I'll give her another minute,

and then I'll go knock on her door.

All right.

Hey, sorry.

Luca blending his morning smoothie

has become my alarm clock.

With him away, I overslept.

Have you, uh, talked to him or Street lately?

Uh, yeah.

Long Beach SWAT have given Street the nickname "Hollywood."

But he says he's whipping them into shape.

And Luca is loving London.

Sounds like he's enjoying the nightlife more

than the counterterrorism training.

Wish he'd stay there a few more weeks,

to be honest. Why?

Things not working out with you guys as roommates?

No, no, it's good. But, uh...

every morning is boot camp.

Even if we've gone out the night before,

Luca drags me out of bed at 6:00,

forces me on a five-mile uphill run.

What're you complaining about?

I do five, ten miles most mornings.

That's before we hit the gym

for an hour, and then he makes us finish off

with a 20-minute cold plunge.

You know what a 20-minute ice bath does to a man?

And-and that's still - my favorite part. - Yeah, well...

When you get to be mine or Luca's, even Hondo's age,

you got to push yourself to the limit every day

just to maintain peak condition.

Peak condition?

I heard they're installing a stairlift on Black Betty

to help all the old-timers on 20-Squad get up inside.

We're not that much difference in age, you and me, Rocker.

Tan, just remember,

there's a spot on my team when you get tired

keeping company with senior citizens.

I'm good, thanks.

I'd rather stay on 20-Squad and keep kicking

your team's ass in every competition.

You wish.

Wait a second... Didn't we beat you

in that charity race last month?

Guess you wiped that humiliation

from your memory.

Nah, that's fine.

We'll get another chance to do it again soon.

Why wait?

Works for me.

- Let's do it. - Come on in, Princess.

Uh-oh.

All right.

One round. First one to the mat.

You got it.

Ooh.

Ooh.

Yup.

Feels unfair.

Like I'm beating up on my sister.

Ooh!

- Did that hurt? - What, you hit me?

I didn't feel it.

- Oh, come on, Deac. - Come on, Deac.

- Come on, Deac. - Put him on the mat.

- Let's go. - Want some of this?

Come on, Deac.

Hey! Whoa! Come on. That's illegal.

This is boxing, not MMA.

Hey, that's it, that's it.

You elbowed him in the face, man.

That's against the rules.

It wasn't on purpose.

He walked into my elbow.

That's BS and you know it.

Don't be sore losers.

Guess you forfeit. I'm calling it.

Hey, wait a second...

Better luck next time, Deac.

I didn't need you to stop the fight.

He was playing dirty, man. He cheated.

You know, criminals don't exactly abide by the rules.

I've gone head-to-head with plenty of them

in my time, haven't I?

I could've kept going.

Pay up, Tan.

Hey, Powell, you in there?

Powell?

Miss. Miss...

Policía. Could you open that door for me, please?

Open?

Gracias.

Hey, Powell, you here?

Powell.

What's taking so long?

We don't leave now, we're gonna miss the flight.

Where is she?

I don't know. None of her stuff's here,

but I just found her phone on the floor by the curtain.

Could she have spent the night with Gabriel?

I think they went on a date last night.

I guess. It's just weird she wouldn't tell us.

Yeah.

I've got the same setup in my room.

Except there's two vases.

Yeah, there should be another one on this side.

Yeah.

There was. It got smashed.

Looks like somebody tried to clean up in a hurry,

but missed a piece.

That looks like a scuff mark from a shoe.

Huh.

- Blood. - What's that?

There's blood right here.

This is starting to look like a crime scene

and somebody tried to clean it up.

Which means Powell's either in trouble or she's...

Don't say it.

We're gonna find her. Let's go.

Receptionist says Powell hasn't checked out.

Did you call Captain Olvera?

- Yeah, she's on her way. - All right.

And I had someone open the safe in Powell's room.

Found her passport.

There's no way she would have left her phone and her passport.

Someone sure wanted to make it look

- like she'd checked out, - though. - - Well, I'll bet my 401

that someone is Gabriel.

Sir, we don't know he had anything to do with this.

Okay. Hey.

Still no sign of Officer Powell? No.

You need to get your forensics team here,

go over the room for prints.

We need to treat it like a crime scene.

- A crime scene? - Yeah.

How are you so sure something happened to her?

We found signs of a struggle,

a broken vase and what looks like blood.

Maybe she had an accident. Did you check the hospitals?

She went on a date last night with Gabriel.

Where is he?

He's right behind me.

- He's just parking the car. - Where's Powell?

- Excuse me? - Powell. Zoe.

The woman you've been flirting with nonstop

ever since you laid eyes on her.

How should I know where she is?

Well, you were out with her last night, weren't you?

- Now she's missing. - I wasn't with her.

She changed her mind.

Said she had an early flight and wanted to get to bed.

Are you sure she hasn't already

left for the airport? Yeah, we're sure.

So, where'd you go after Powell supposedly ditched you?

I went home... Mm-hmm.