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- Hey.
- Hi.

So here's what I'm thinking.

It's April Fool's Day, which
means nothing counts, right?

- April Fool's is tomorrow.
- It's 12:01.

And if we play our cards right,
we can use April Fool's Day

as a hall pass.

We're not actually together,

but we can pretend
we're together

as an April Fool's Day prank,
just for today.

And if anybody raises a flag,
we'll say, surprise.

It's an April Fool's joke,
and everyone will laugh.

And we can--
- Uh-huh.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, wow.

Mm, I've--I've clearly been
doing April Fool's wrong

my whole life.

So we're--we're not
actually together,

but we're making out in
secret like we are together?

- Yeah.
- So what's the prank?

Do you want to talk
about April Fool's Day,

or do you want to take
your pants off?

♪ Whoa, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ I'm gonna win for you ♪

♪ Like I know
you want me to do ♪

Oh, you get my email?

You mean the one with
the subject "Ben Dover Case"?

Yeah, not the most original
April Fool's joke.

It's not a joke--
Dover's a real defendant

who demanded a speedy trial
nine days ago.

Peters was handling it
until he landed in the hospital

with a severe case
of food poisoning.

So you're telling me that
I have to go to trial tomorrow

for a murder case
I've never heard of because

Ron Peters ate bad paella?
- Uh-huh.

And that's not
an April Fool's joke.

- Mm-mm.
- I hate you.

I know.

But this will pass, and then
we'll go back to being besties.

- Uh, my wife's my bestie.
- Ugh, boring.

- Officer Nolan?
- Yeah?

I'm your new rookie,
Connor Craig.

Oh.
Nice try.

Yeah, I don't, uh--I don't fall
for April Fool's pranks.

Oh, no, sir.
No, it's--it's not a prank.

I-I just transferred
over from West Valley.

I've been training
with Sergeant McAdams

the last 12 months.
- Oh, yeah.

It's a good story.

I would have gone
with six months,

because nobody
transfers divisions

with one month left
in their probation,

and you should have picked
a different TO.

McAdams is a department legend.

That makes your prank
easily disprovable.

Yes, sir.

All valid points
if I were joking.

Which I'm not.

He's not joking.
It was a last-minute transfer.

And I forgot to tell you.
My bad.

- Mm-hmm.
- "Mm-hmm"?

Do I seem like a fan
of tomfoolery, Officer Nolan?

No, sir, but that could all
be part of your master plan--

a five-year-long con to make
me believe that you're not

into pulling pranks just
to spring this on me now,

which seems less and less
likely now that I explain it.

Exactly.

Rather than looking
a gift horse in the mouth,

you should be doing backflips.

Craig's record is exemplary
and spotless.

All you have to do is not
screw up for the next 30 days,

and you will be credited
for turning out

a second top-notch rookie.
- Yes, sir.

- So don't screw up.
- You said that already.

Hmm.

How exactly are we pulling
this prank off?

Exactly like this--

just sitting a little closer
than we normally are.

Hey.

There's no chance
Grey's pranking me

with this rookie, is there?
- No.

No, Grey hates pranks
as much as I hate...

Mediocrity?
Subtitles?

The designated hitter?
Raisins?

Are you implying
I'm a hateful person?

- Yes.
- Wow.

All right, today
is April Fool's Day--

by far the most annoying day
of the year.

So, with Officer Penn
out for trial prep,

Sergeant Bradford will be your
go-to supervisor for the day.

And for other news,
Officer Nolan has a new rookie.

Stand up. State your name
and badge number.

Officer Connor Craig,
badge number 382610.

Officer Craig trained under
legendary Sergeant McAdams

and earned top marks.

But as we know, training
isn't over until it's over.

All right, let's get to it.

Be safe out there.

Ah, I'm sorry.
I'm nervous.

My last TO didn't really let me
drive much.

But it's a required element
of your training.

Right, right.

He did enough to evaluate me,
but driving was his domain.

Okay, well, he was a legend,

so I guess
I'll defer to his judgment.

But I still have to evaluate
you fully.

Of course.

All right, let's, uh, start
with traffic-stop procedures.

Head north on LaBrea.

The closer we get to Sunset,
the more likely

we are to find someone
driving like a fool.

Cool.
It's, uh, right, right?

- No, north is left.
- Oh, sorry.

- It's left.
- Oh, boy.

Okay.

I think I am seeing why McAdams
didn't want you driving.

Ah, sorry.

- What?
- Nothing.

- What?
- Nothing.

It's just, uh, you're glowing.

I'm what?

Your aura, it's...

You had sex.

I did not. I did not!

I am feeling kind of sparkly
today, though, so thank you.

Okay.

- What?
- Nothing.

It's just--I noticed your hand
touched Tim's at roll call.

Is that how you think
sex works?

Ha ha.

No, but, seriously, I mean, you
can trust me with your secret.

We're roomies.
- No, I-I know.

I know that,
but, seriously, nothing--

nothing is going on.

Okay.

I'm sorry,
but I can't do that.

What's going on?

Apparently,
our social-media intern posted

that it was
Parking Ticket Amnesty Day.

Just bring in your ticket,
and all will be forgiven.

We have
a social-media intern?

Not for long,
because I'm going to kill her.

Okay.

Everybody listen up.

If you are here because
of the amnesty post,

it's an April Fool's joke, okay?

You still have to pay
your tickets.

Now, the good news is
you're in the right place

to get that done.

Really?

Thanks, but a whole new line
is going to start up again

as long as that post is up.

Are you
the social-media intern?

If you're looking for help
setting up a TikTok account,

it's not my job.
- Definitely not.

Look, social media
is the worst of us.

I-I'm here
because you posted that it

was Parking Ticket Amnesty Day
on the LAPD account?

Fire, right?

No, not fire, unless it's
the kind you have to put out.

Who approved this?

Mm, Captain gave me
a long leash to increase

our social following, ergo...

Ergo, you made a promise
we can't keep.

Look, once parking tickets are
issued, they're in the system.

They can't legally be waived,
which means you've pissed off

a bunch of people
who are taking it out on us.

Okay, can I offer
a suggestion?

- No.
- Your whole vibe needs work.

Yeah, there's, like,
an art to giving criticism.

I like to start
with a compliment,

then gently deliver the note,

and then end it
with a compliment,

like a little
feel-good sandwich.

- Delete the tweet now.
- Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

A dirty delete
will get us canceled.

But I can issue an apology
statement with something cute.

Fine.

Get on it.

Could have been an email.
My God.

- Joe. Hey.
- Wesley.

I heard you're taking over
the Ben Dover case.

Literally fell into my lap.

I'm just trying to
get up to speed,

but I would love a continuance.
- Oh, I'm sure you would.

But there's not
a chance in hell.

See, my client has a right
to a speedy trial.

If you can't provide that, then
you're violating his rights,

and the judge
will dismiss the case.

Oh, right.

You're smiling because you
smell blood in the water,

because I only have the
rest of the day to make sure

your client doesn't walk.
- 100%.

Mm-hmm.

See, being a public defender
is a thankless,

bad-paying job with few wins
against a DA's office

that punishes the poor
and loves to rub my nose

in the mud at every turn.

So your distress is
a rare moment of karmic joy

that I would have
brought popcorn for

had I known in advance.
- Mm-hmm.

But, uh, hey,
you want to cut your losses

and save the rest of your day,
then drop the charges.

I can't. It's murder.
There's an eyewitness.

What about a plea deal?
- Nope.

My guy is innocent and adamant
to have his day in court.

Okay.

See you there
bright and early.

I'll definitely
be bringing popcorn.

Ahh.

Angela, hey.

I need to ask you a favor.

All right.

Oh, I have seemed
to dropped my pen.

Sorry, one second.
Let me--

- Hey. You called for backup?
- No. Witnesses.

Ah, shoot.

You are definitely
being punked.

Right? There is no way
this is a rookie

with 12 months of training.

Maybe he's just nervous
about impressing you--

you know, first time
training with a new TO.

Here you are.
Easy as pie.

Okay, well, this is--
this is all wrong.

Oh, yeah. You made
that ticket out to yourself.

Oh, shoot.

Uh, I'm sorry.

I'm--I'm a little rusty.

My last TO wasn't
into traffic enforcement.

My bad. Not nerves.

Good luck.
- But you were gonna--

Got to go.

- Where are you going?
- Oh, right.

Sorry.
Old habits die hard.

7-Adam-15,
I have a 4-1-5-Family,

3107 Avon Street,

male and female in a verbal.

Details to your box.

7-Adam-15, show us en route.

Okay, tell me you've handled

domestic disputes before.

I've handled
domestic disputes before.

Okay.

But--but for reals,
I haven't.

Then why would you tell me--

Well, you told me
to tell you.

But I'm excited to experience
my first with you.

What do I need to know?

Okay, cops like to use
acronyms to remember things.

And today you're going
to learn the GMBIT--

the G-M-B-I-T
of domestic disputes.

It's always a good idea
just to stand to the side,

just in case of potential
incoming gunfire.

You think he's
gonna shoot at us?

No, but you should do things
the right way every time.

That way, the moves
become automatic.

Knock on the door.
- Police! Open up!

What do you want?
Wait.

Did you call them?
- No.

No, baby, I would--
I would never.

Uh, sir, we received multiple
calls about a disturbance.

We just wanted to make sure
that everything was all right.

We're fine.

And you're not coming
in my house without a warrant.

Now, the first step in GMBIT
is G, "Get inside."

Now explain to the gentleman
we don't need a warrant

to investigate
domestic violence

and that we hate
to disturb him, but by law,

we can't leave
until we resolve this.

And what if he slams
the door on us?

Well, then we would
have to destroy the door

and probably arrest him.

You got two minutes.

You two look so familiar.
Have we met?

I'm a friend of James Murray
and his wife, Nyla.

Teddy and I were at that
fundraising gala last month.

That's right,
Children of the Fallen.

And you had
a drunken altercation

with Sergeant Bradford.

All right,
now we are in the house.

Step two is M, "Make it safe."

Do you see anything unsafe?

You know, someone--
not you, Teddy--

might use that bottle
as a weapon,

which would mean
we would have to use force.

So let's not have that.

I am so sorry.

He just lost his job, and
it's been a really tough week.

Shut your mouth.

You don't have
to tell everybody

all our business all the time.

Which brings us to B,
as in "Be observant,"

so that we can,
I, "Investigate."

Teddy has clearly had
too much to drink.

Anita is upset.

Why don't you go talk to her
and figure out what happened?

No, just go talk to her alone.

Walk behind me.

Stay where I can see you.

Hey, and don't say nothing
about nothing.

Cops trying to jam me up
in my own house.

You're new, huh?

Let's talk about you.

What's going on?
We're here to help.

He just gets drunk,
then mad at the world.

Everybody else did him wrong,
and nothing is his fault.

He's--he's never hit me, but...

he scares me.

And I am so tired
of being scared.

Well, look, we can take care
of him today.

But if this continues, you
can--you can always call us.

We also have resources
to help you

if you decide that you want
to get away from him.

All right.
Thank you.

Yeah.

Which brings us to T,
for "Take appropriate action."

What do we have, Officer Craig?
- Negative 2735.

But she wants him to leave.
She's afraid.

Well, she just gonna have
to be afraid, then.

It's not a crime to tie one on
in my own house.

I know my rights.

We are simply concerned

that you are a danger
to yourself or to others.

So you're gonna have to come
with us--no criminal charges--

just to see a nurse
so you can sober up

and cool down alone.

Officer Craig,
search Teddy for weapons,

and escort him to the shop.

Hey, don't touch me.
I pay your salary.

That changes...

The taking action part of it.

Now there will be
criminal charges.

And that is the
"Gambit" of handling

a domestic disturbance.

I don't understand.

On paper, the kid's
a rock-star trainee.

All his daily observation
reports are signed off.

Craig's checklist
is practically complete.

Yes, sir.

And yet there are significant
holes in his training.

His officer safety
and his perception of danger

a-are nonexistent.

He struggled
with a basic traffic citation.

I find that hard to believe.

McAdams is
a highly respected FTO.

I know,
but I am telling you, sir,

there is no way Officer Craig

is going to be ready
in a month.

Hell, he--he may not even make
it to the end of the day.

So what do you want me to do?
- Um...

it's ultimately your call,

but I would think carefully
before bouncing him.

You trained
a stellar first rookie.

But if you're handed
an LAPD legend's trainee

and he fails in a week,

the captain might think
the problem is you.

Understood.

And you're sure
this isn't a prank?

Beca--
No, I'm sorry.

But if it was--

I'm on it.

Why are we here,

instead of the Ben Dover
lead investigator?

I left two messages
for Detective Berman

that he has not returned,
and I do not have time to wait.

I have to decide by tonight
whether I am going to trial

or dropping charges.

But as a thank-you,

I'm ordering lunch in from
République.

Oh, well, you should
have led with that.

As you can see from the file,
our victim, Frank Harbolt,

was killed in the parking
garage of his office building.

Now, the eyewitness,
a maintenance worker,

claims to have seen Ben Dover
following Harbolt

out of the elevator

and returning alone
five minutes later

and dropping something
into a garbage can.

The police later found
the murder weapon

in that same trash can.

Is there a relationship
between Dover and the victim?

No.

They work in the same building,
but no direct contact.

So your whole case basically
rests on the believability

of your witness?
- Yep.

And she's in there,
waiting to talk to us--come on.

Hey.

Um, I-I was told

that I wouldn't have
to testify.

- Told by who?
- Detective Berman.

He said that the killer would
take a plea deal, no sweat.

Why are you nervous
about testifying?

I'm not.
I'm just--Berman said that--

Okay, forget
about what Berman said.

Let's talk
about your testimony.

You said that you saw Ben Dover
follow Frank Harbolt

into the garage.

There were a few minutes
between them,

but Berman said that--
- Hold on.

Did Detective Berman coach you

on what to say
in your testimony?

No.

No, no, it's just he, um...

Define coach?

Okay. You know what?
Just, um--

just give us a couple minutes.

You should drop the case.

She'll get killed
in a cross-examination.

Okay, but is she lying,
or did Berman just shape

her testimony
to be more definitive?

Neither is good.

Will you talk to Berman?
- Forget it.

Look, if I do it,
he's going to shut down,

and I don't have time
to pressure him.

I have to make a decision
in a couple hours.

I need to know
if this case is winnable.

We'll do it for a price--
a spa weekend

for me and my partner.
- Mm.

And when you say
"my partner," you mean my wife?

Unless she thinks
that we should give

her husband a freebie.
- Oh, hell no.

Two-bedroom suite
at Malibu Beach Resort

while the men watch
the children.

Okay.

Mm-hmm.

I-I don't understand.
Am I in trouble?

No, I just need to speak
to your old training officer

about some deficits
in your training.

Hi, I'm looking
for Sergeant McAdams.

His station says he's here
taking some statements.

- He's in the ER.
- I-I memorized the Rook Book.

Go ahead. Ask me anything.
- It's not about the rule book.

It's about a failure to
translate words into actions.

There he is.

All right,
just stay here, okay?

- Say hi for me.
- All right.

Sergeant McAdams?
- Yeah?

Uh, John Nolan
from the Mid-Wilshire Station.

Okay.

I was hoping to ask
you a few questions

about your old rookie--
Connor Craig?

You his new TO?

I am, and I've noticed
some gaps in his training.

- You here to cause trouble?
- No, sir.

No, I'm just--
I'm looking for some clarity.

I mean, you are a legend
in the department,

a-and this kid spent
a year with you,

but he has no practical
understanding of the job.

Look, I was supposed
to retire last year.

Stayed on as a favor
to my captain.

Craig shows up.

He's got no instincts, no fire,
no command presence.

- Why not just bounce him?
- And go out on a loser?

Finish my career on a fail?

No way.

So I carried him.
Only took low-impact calls.

I got the seniority
to pull it off, so...

Only you did chicken out
in the end.

You forced the transfer

so that you wouldn't be the one
who put an untrained cop

onto the street.

You got no right to judge me.

Actually, I do,

because I'm the cop who could
have been killed today

on a domestic because the kid
you sent me

doesn't know enough
to have my back.

Did he say "hi" back?

Are you gonna bounce me?
- Honestly...

I should.

Instead, I'm gonna give you
the rest of the day

to prove that you are worth
the risk.

Do not make me regret it.

Okay.

Come on. Knock it off!

It isn't right.

You have to let us go.
- What's going on?

He's not honoring our
"get out of jail free" cards.

That's not a thing.

Then why is it on
the LAPD social-media account?

What?

What the hell
were you thinking?

Raising your voice
in the workplace

is a sign of weakness,
not strength.

You posted
"get out of jail free" cards.

Oh, I couldn't just delete
the parking-ticket tweet.

I mean, that screams scandal.
- Okay--

So I retracted it
with something

that is clearly a joke.

Not to the growing number
of criminals in holding

demanding we release them.

This is not funny.

No, how dumb people are
is always funny.

It's clear on the post
it's an April Fool's joke.

See? It says, "April Fool's.
This is not redeemable."

In tiny print
no one can read.

Okay, Boomer,
go find your glasses.

- I'm sorry. "Boomer"?
- This is not my fault.

Those delulus
didn't even scan the QR code.

If they had,
they would have seen this.

Okay, you know what?
Your reckless behavior

has cost this department
time and resources.

And the fact that you
keep making excuses

lets me know that you don't
see why that's a problem.

You're fired.
- Uh, you can't fire me.

I'm a civilian employee.
- You're right.

You've been fired by
the Office of Support Services.

And they were happy to let me
be the one to tell you.

So pack up your stuff and be
grateful you're not leaving

this room in handcuffs.

You don't have to be so mean
about it.

Hey! What the hell are
you guys up to?

Let me guess--
You must be Berman.

Oh, like you don't know.

Look, we get
why you're not happy,

but the DA's office
had us assigned to this case

when they couldn't get
into contact with you.

Yeah, well, that's not how
things work, and you know it.

You think I don't know
who your husband is?

Okay, why don't you
just take a deep breath

before you say something
you're going to regret?

Why don't you go
screw yourself--

Okay, that's enough of that.

We didn't set out
to jam you up.

But we've been inside your case
for five minutes,

and it's a hot mess.

So we're going to go inside
and talk to the victim's widow

and try to get some clarity.

We were going to invite you,

but now you can go screw
yourself.

Is the widow really inside
waiting to talk to us?

No, I just wanted to see
his face when I said it.

And he looked panicked.
- The question is, why?

I'm sorry, okay?

It took longer than I thought
to get you bailed out.

I would have never been
in there in the first place

if you hadn't sold me out.

Baby, please.
I didn't sell you out.

I just...

Sometimes you can get
a little scary.

Get over it.

You know, you are so weak.

Give me the damn keys.

Today.

She bailed him out.

How many times do I have to
tell you about this damn seat?

Why would she do that?

People in abusive
relationships

often do things that are
against their best interests.

Well, he looks more angry
than when we arrested him.

What should we do?

You gave her that card
for victim resources, right?

You told her she could call
them or us at any point?

Yeah, yeah, I even circled
the ones Sergeant McAdams said

were the best.

Best we can hope for
is that she uses one of them.

People are gonna make
their own choices.

We're here
for when they make bad ones.

Wow, we never even did this
when we were actually together.

Well, that's 'cause we
didn't have a deadline.

Oh, come on.

Midnight, right?
- Yes, please.

Do you think it's
been long enough?

I mean, I think
a little longer.

We should really get
back to work and do...

things.

"Things"?

Yes, things like crime.
We need to stop crime.

- Okay, if you insist.
- I do. I do insist.

Fix your shirt.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hey.

Yeah, uh, we should get
back out there.

Yeah. I mean, unless you
and Tim need to discuss

something in private.

No, I think
we covered everything.

- Yeah.
- Okay. Ladies.

Uh-oh.

What?

The social-media intern
I just fired posted this--

"City of Los Angeles--

"For the next three hours,
all crime is legal.

Go nuts, and don't call us."

Peace sign, emoji wearing
sunglasses, peace sign.

Here we go.

Livy posted
"The Purge" alerts

across all
social-media platforms

before changing the passwords,
and we can't take them down

until IT hacks
into the account.

Which can take hours.

I mean, people have
to know this is a joke.

Most people will see
it that way,

but there
are plenty that won't.

911 is already getting
swamped with calls--

looting, robberies,
and a host of assaults.

All right, we're on citywide
tactical alert

with mandatory holdover
until further notice.

In-progress crime against
persons are priority one.

Refer all property crimes
to online reporting.

10-7 reporting will be held
until end of shift.

- How bad is this gonna be?
- Pretty bad.

"The police told me I could do
it on the Internet"--

it's not gonna stand up
in court,

but there will be lawsuits,

especially
from the crime victims

who claim that their injuries
were caused

by the LAPD posting this.

Bottom line is this--
make sure your arrests

have all the criminal elements,
your evidence is solid,

and your reports are spotless.

Okay. Everyone's 10-8.
Be safe out there.

I'm gonna leave you
here at the station.

What?
No.

Officer Craig,
you remain a wild card

with serious
officer-safety issues.

I can't go face
whatever craziness

is about to jump off while
I have to be worried about you.

Well,
with all due respect, sir,

that's your job
as a training officer.

I didn't realize that I wasn't
being fully trained before,

and that's on me,
but you said

we'd spend the rest
of the shift evaluating me.

And what better way to do that
than when the pressure's on?

Otherwise, you're no better
than McAdams.

I'm sorry. That--that last part
was way over the line,

but I stand by the rest.

All right, you're in.

I won't let you down.

It's not me
I'd be worried about.

My wife is
a ninja warrior assassin.

If she ends up a widow
because of you,

there won't be enough left
of you to fit into a bucket.

Not a joke.

Must've been going
90 miles an hour.

Should we go after 'em?
- Negative.

Grey wants us focused
on crimes against persons.

We can get his license plate
from the dashcam later.

7-Adam-15,
multiple callers report

shots fired in the alley,
3100 block Avon Street.

Possible 10-5-4
laying by the vehicle.

Adam-15?
- Answer her.

7-Adam-15 copies.
Code 3.

Avon Street?

Does that sound
familiar to you?

Yeah.

Teddy and Anita
live on Avon Street.

Someone broke
all the street lights.

Oh, this a drive-by?

Robbery maybe?

No, they would have stolen
his watch.

Did Anita do this?
- We got to find her.

I'm gonna go check the house.

You stay here
with the crime scene.

Get crime scene tape, block off
that end of the alley.

Use our shop to block off
the other end.

Get the good camera
from the evidence kit.

Take a picture of everything,

even if it doesn't look
important.

You got this.

Anita?

LAPD.

Anita, please come to the door.

Hello?

Hi.
What's going on?

Anita, LAPD.
I'm Officer Nolan.

You remember me?
Do you know where Teddy is?

No, he, um--
he dropped me off,

then went out,
probably to a bar.

But he's supposed
to be back by now.

He didn't call.

- Have you been drinking?
- I had some bourbon.

It's been a long day.
I got scared.

I'm always scared.
The booze helped me relax.

Now I'm--I'm getting worried
about Teddy.

Is--is everything okay?

No.
No, I'm afraid it's not.

I'm gonna need you
to come with me.

Come on.

Okay, um,
just hold on right here.

All right.

Just sit tight,
and I'll go get you a blanket.

Yeah, but where's my husband?

You still haven't told me
what's--what's going on.

Just sit and hold tight.

Hey, you're not
gonna believe this.

- You turned the shop around.
- Yeah. You want to know why?

The victim's driver's seat
and an empty glass,

but mostly the driver's seat.
- What about it?

Well, it was moved
all the way forward,

and Teddy's a giant.

We saw him moving the seat back
at the station,

which means whoever put the car
into position was short,

like Anita short.

She staged it.

Nice work.
There's hope for you yet.

And if she's a suspect,

that means the house
is also a crime scene.

So I turned the car around
in case you wanted

to put her inside
so she wouldn't have

to see her husband...
- Right.

The body--I mean,
the victim--I mean, Teddy.

I'm impressed.

What about the glass?
- Sitting on the ledge.

It's got traces of bourbon
in it--I took pictures.

You didn't bag it
for evidence?

No, I wasn't sure
if you wanted--

Should we be worried?
- Yes.

Oh, my God!
They killed Teddy!

Anita, I need you
to get into the shop.

That's for your safety, okay?

Hey, officers!

Ain't y'all supposed
to be in hiding?

Tonight's our night.
We taking that car.

You can't have it, son.

This is a crime scene.

That car is evidence.

Whole city a crime scene.

What you gonna do--shoot us?

Let them have the car!

You have to protect me!

Get into the shop.

Oh.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Let her go.
We'll catch up with her later.

We need to protect the scene.
- But she's a killer.

And if we don't have
any evidence,

she could get away with it.

Easy. Easy, Officer.
Hold your nerve.

Do you see any weapons?

- No.
- Then get your baton out.

If we don't see weapons,
we don't use deadly force.

Control, 7-Adam-15.

I'm being advanced on
by a crowd.

I could use some backup,
Code 3.

Adam-15, no units 10-8.
CHP en route.

ETA, 12 minutes.

Sounds like you
on your own, boys.

I'm gonna give you a chance
to get out of here.

Leave us the vehicle.
- No.

I'm gonna make you
the same offer.

Last chance to run away.

Anyone starts trouble,
they wake up in the hospital.

Are we really gonna fight
all these guys?

You got gloves.

You're gonna grab that glass,
and you're gonna run.

Circle back here to the shop
after they've gone.

You ready?
- Uh-huh.

On three.

One, two, three.

- Bradford.
- It's Livy. I-I need help.

So does half of Los Angeles
because of you.

Call 911.

I can't get 911.

The lines are jammed,
and I'm trapped

at the municipal building
on Spring.

There are people with guns
inside the clerk's office,

and--and someone just got shot
right in front of me.

He's dead.

Stay low and quiet. I'll be
there as quick as I can.

Control, I have a potential
mass-casualty event

at the municipal building
on Spring Street.

I need a react team for
an in-progress active shooter.

Send everyone you can.

Police.

Come out with your hands
where I can see them.

Come on out.

It's okay.
All right, come out.

I need you to go out the door.
Go to an exit sign, okay?

Put your hands on your head.
Keep them there at all times.

SWAT's gonna lead you
to safety, all right?

Turn left. Turn left.

Control,
Charlie Team approaching

court clerk's offices,
third floor.

Signs of forced entry.
We have not made contact.

You two go.
I'll cover your back.

Control, Charlie Team has two
in custody, third floor.

Bradford and Chen
proceeding inside.

Divert backup to assist
as soon as you can.

Body.

Bradford, I need an RA.
Victim down.

Oh, thank God.

I was so scared.
- Okay. All right.

All right, look,
it's not over yet, okay?

Grab her.
- No.

Livy, you got to let him go.

He can't protect you
if you're holding on.

It's all right.
Stay there. Stay right there.

Hey!

Go! Go!
Save her!

You're gonna get
a case dismissed,

and you're dismissed.

You get a case dismissed.

Well, I could get
a case dismissed.

You get a case dismissed.
And you--

Police.
Show me your hands.

Did a man drag
a woman through here?

Okay, SWAT
is coming through here.

They are heavily armed.

If I were you, I would
restrain myself and sit down.

Look out!

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- Come here. Get up.
- Wait.

Wait, what are you--
what are you doing?

- Arresting you.
- But I was held hostage.

Doesn't that count
for something?

No, you were
at the clerk's office

filing a wrongful-termination
lawsuit against the LAPD

after instigating
mass violence on the job.

You're not the victim here.
You caused all this.

I'm sorry.
I--

So what?

I got no feel-good sandwich
here for you, Livy.

People are dead because
of your recklessness.

You're lucky
you're not one of them.

I-I really didn't think
that anyone

was going to take
this seriously.

I-I'm so sorry.

We got the arrest warrant
for Detective Berman.

- Detective who?
- Berman from West Hollywood.

Turns out Berman is having
an affair with the wife

of our murder victim.

Berman killed his competition
and blackmailed a witness

to frame Ben Dover
for his crime.

- Ben Dover?
- Yes, sir.

Dover is a real person
with an unfortunate name.

- I hate April Fool's Day.
- Yeah.

If you need backup
for the arrest,

you're going to have to wait.

Oh, I had the arrest
come to the backup, sir.

I had Berman's captain
call him down here

to assist with the scene.
- Smart.

Yeah, I try.

Hello.

- It's me. Where are you?
- Downtown.

Just landing at a crime scene.
- It's a setup.

An arrest warrant
with your name on it

just came across my desk.

They're about to put
you in cuffs, dude.

I never called you.

What's he doing?

I don't know.
Trying out for mime school?

The call was a tip-off.

Berman!
Show me your hands!

Hands, now!

Then Officer Craig noticed
a glass at the scene

still wet
with alcoholic beverage.

He photographed it
where he found it.

Before a group of rioters
took over your crime scene

and destroyed yet another shop?

The dissipation rate
of alcohol

and Anita's fingerprints
on the glass

place her at the scene
near the time of the murder.

We believe that she was lying
in wait for him to come home

and then confronted him
outside the vehicle

and shot him multiple times,

hoping that, uh, we would pin
the murder on the purge.

I understand you also had
your first tactical retreat.

Is that what cops call
running away?

Yeah, it just sounds cooler
when you say it that way.

Ah, yeah.
Then, yes, sir.

Uh, after some time,
we circled back,

and the crowd had moved on.

But not before
damaging our shop,

stealing Teddy's watch
and wallet

and posting selfies
with the corpse.

Which means they'll be easier
to identify and arrest.

Nice to see people's stupidity

works in our favor this time.
- Ah, good news--

Rampart just picked up Anita
at Union Station

trying to get on a train
to Flagstaff.

They're bringing her in now.
- All right.

So, Officer Craig, after
everything you've seen tonight,

this career still something
you want to pursue?

Oh, yes, sir.

This career is everything
I've ever dreamed about.

A lot of my friends
thought I was crazy

for joining the academy,

but, um, you know, I believe
helping people is my calling.

And if you can find it
in your heart

to give me a proper chance,
I promise you won't regret it.

♪ You were someone I knew ♪

All right.

I will endorse your
continuation

in the FTO program,

but I will have to reassign you

to a different,
much quieter division

to make sure you have the best
opportunity to succeed.

Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.

You're welcome.
All right, dismissed.

Thank you for giving me
a second chance.

Connor, you stepped up
when it mattered.

And I know
you are transferring out,

but, uh, I'm always here
as a resource.

Just, you know,
be chill about it.

I will.
Thank you.

Later.

Hey.
- Hey.

Things got interesting
out there with your rookie.

A little fighting,

a little,
uh, tactical retreating,

a little murder-solve--
not bad for my first purge.

Don't even joke about that.

Bradford, Chen, in here.

- See you tomorrow.
- Hopefully.

It's come to my attention
that you two are back

in a romantic relationship,

when you both know
it's against the rules.

He's your supervisor,
for God sakes!

Ye--yes, sir, but, uh, look,
we've been trying to fight

the feeling
for a long time, but...

April Fool's.
April Fool's.

- Are you okay?
- Sir, what's going on?

Oh, my God.
Are you having a heart attack?

Whoa. Oh, my God.
- Call. Call.

Sir, are you all right?
Sit back.

Oh, my God.

Got ya.

I thought you hated pranks.

I do.

Oh.

But to wipe the smug look
off your faces,

it was worth joining in
this one time.

Yeah.

We deserve that.

But you nearly scared me
half to death.

Good.
Good, good, good.

Remember that next time you
think about trying to fool me.

Now go.

Have a good night.

- Happy?
- Thrilled.

I mean,
that worked out perfectly.

And we still have
55 minutes left.

Only problem is,
I live 30 minutes away.

Not if we hurry.

- Uh, where are you, uh, going?
- Oh, home.

I'll see you there.

Yeah, I'll, uh,
see you there.

There is definitely something
going on between those two.

Damn it.