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[knocking at door]

- 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 ♪

[distant telephone ringing] - 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.

[indistinct chatter]

- Officer Nolan? - Yeah?

I'm your new rookie, Connor Craig.

Oh. [laughs] 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.

[chuckles] Yes, sir.

All valid points if I were joking.

Which I'm not. [chuckles]

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.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

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. [indistinct chatter]

[horn blaring]

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.

[horn honking, tires squealing]

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. - [scoffs]

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?

[mockingly] 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.

[indistinct chatter]

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. [crowd grumbling]

Really?

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

as long as that post is up.

[hip-hop music]

[cell phone buzzing]

♪ ♪

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.

[laughs] I'll definitely be bringing popcorn.

Ahh.

[line trilling]

Angela, hey.

I need to ask you a favor.

[siren chirps]

All right.

Oh, I have seemed to dropped my pen.

Sorry, one second. Let me...

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

Ah, shoot. [muttering]

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.

[chuckles] 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.

[laughs] Sorry. Old habits die hard.

[chuckles]

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.

[sighs] Okay, tell me you've handled

domestic disputes before.

I've handled domestic disputes before.

Okay.

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

[clears throat] - 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.

[car doors closing]

[distant dogs barking, car horn honking]

[muffled shouting]

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!

[distant dog barking, siren wailing]

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.

[dramatic music]

- That changes... - [groaning]

The taking action part of it.

Now there will be criminal charges.

And that is the "Gambit" of handling

a domestic disturbance.

[groans]

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.

[distant siren wailing]

[knock at door]

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.

[laughs nervously] 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. - [sighs]

Will you talk to Berman? - [scoffs] 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.

[chuckles]

Two-bedroom suite at Malibu Beach Resort

while the men watch the children.

[sighs] Okay.

Mm-hmm.

[chuckles]

[elevator bell dings]

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.

[body cams beep]

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.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Did he say "hi" back?

[chuckles]

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.

[elevator bell dings] Do not make me regret it.

Okay.

♪ ♪

- [grunting] - Come on. Knock it off!

[grunting] 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?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[cell phones buzzing]

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. - [chuckles]

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.

[sighs] 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.

[giggling]

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. [door opens]

- 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.

[ominous music]

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.

[suspenseful music]

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.

- [chuckles] - Not a joke.

[indistinct shouting]

[glass shattering, motorcycle engines revving]

[sirens wailing]

[menacing rock music]

♪ ♪

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.

[siren wailing] Avon Street?

Does that sound familiar to you?

Yeah.

Teddy and Anita live on Avon Street.

♪ ♪

[fireworks whistling, exploding]

Someone broke all the street lights.

♪ ♪

[distant sirens wailing, helicopter blades thrumming]

[car playing upbeat melody indicating door ajar]

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.

[pounding on door]

- Anita?

LAPD.

[pounding on door]

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.

[motorcycle engine revving loudly]

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.

[laughs] 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...

[crowd shouting in distance, dog growling, barking]

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.

[indistinct shouting] - 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.

[dog barking]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

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.

[distant sirens wailing]

[fireworks whistling, exploding]

♪ ♪

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.

[intense music]

♪ ♪

[glass shattering]

♪ ♪

[cell phone ringing]

- 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.

[loud clattering] - [screams]

[line beeps]

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.

[sirens wailing]

[alarm beeping]

[distant screaming]

[beeping continues]

[distant screaming]

Police.

Come out with your hands where I can see them.

- [sobbing] - 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.

[beeping continues]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[person laughs]

♪ ♪

Control, Charlie Team approaching

court clerk's offices, third floor.

Signs of forced entry. We have not made contact.

♪ ♪

[muffled shouting, gunshot]

[loud hissing]

♪ ♪

[beeping continues]

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.

[sighs]

Bradford, I need an RA. Victim down.

[clatter]

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.

[beeping continues]

- [screaming] - Hey!

Go! Go! Save her!

[continues screaming]

[beeping continues]

[laughter, indistinct chatter]

You're gonna get a case dismissed,

and you're dismissed.

- [laughs] - 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.

♪ ♪

[electricity buzzing]

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.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter, sirens wailing]

[helicopter blades thrumming overhead]

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.

[cell phone rings]

- 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!

[engine revving, tires squealing]

Hands, now!

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

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.

[cell phone buzzes] 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. [chuckles] 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.

[both sigh, laugh]

- 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.

[laughing] Got ya.

[laughs]

I thought you hated pranks.

I do.

Oh. [laughs]

But to wipe the smug look off your faces,

it was worth joining in this one time.

- Yeah. - [laughs]

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.

[sighs]

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.

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Damn it.