Good morning to you all!
Well, good morning, Harry.
Thank you.
A new one, huh?
Yep.
-Good luck!
Thanks.
Oh, no, no, no, that's my ten o'clock coffee.
Second cupholder's broken. I need you to hold it.
Oh, man! Look at you in all your blues!
-Great. Look what you made me do.
Excuse me.
Uh, sorry, I--
I mean the pothole.
Yeah, well, the taxpayer money doesn't often make its way down here.
Ten bucks it's gonna get a lot dirtier than that.
Hey. I'm sorry if I scared you, man.
I thought you knew I was here. I mean, I've been around all morning,
watching you sleep.
And shower.
And do stuff.
I'm kidding. I'm kidding. Come on, relax.
It's just…
Listen, I-- I know you don't want me to make you look crazy,
but it's just-- it's your first day,
and I wanna be here for you.
-Thanks, but I don't need it. -Need what?
Uh, coffee.
Coffee. So it's good that you didn't get me one because I definitely don't need it.
Oh, great. I'm glad I don't have to feel bad about it, then.
Oh, man!
Feels good to be back in a patrol car.
Come on, man.
There's only four people in the entire world who can see me,
and one of them is Maze.
So can I please, please, please just stay?
Sorry, but no!
No… body is more excited than me to be right here.
-Right now.
With you, Officer Harris.
Listen, I get it. It's your first day, and you're nervous.
Just follow my lead and everything's gonna be fine.
I will. Absolutely.
Your lead and only your lead. We are gonna make a fantastic duo.
Okay, okay, I get it.
I will leave.
And I understand.
Just be safe out there, okay?
-I love you, man. -I love, uh…
being a-- a cop.
Shots fired at 52 and Halldale.
Car 77, we're on our way.
Maybe an asteroid hits LA.
Or some sort of supernatural pathogen that only affects the most handsome of us?
Or, uh…
what if I am placed into witness protection
and sent to Central Idaho?
Or Iowa?
Or Indiana? Any of the "I"s.
Well, not that, let's hope.
Yeah, maybe we should stop focusing on ways for you
to avoid taking responsibility for your future disappearance.
Well, the first two are acts of God. So technically I am taking responsibility.
Okay, then let's start thinking about Rory and how she's feeling.
Odd. That's what Maze said.
That is odd.
Anyway, the fact of the matter is Rory feels abandoned.
Yes, and I'm not sure I have the right to even be God, father to all,
if my own daughter feels neglected.
So how can I possibly fix things?
Hang on.
You abandoned your daughter, and she doesn't hate you.
-How did you pull that off? -Well…
you know the story.
I stalked her for a while,
then worked diligently behind her back
to clear her of a crime she didn't commit.
No, not helpful.
Okay, just-- just concentrate on what you can do, moving forward.
Spend time with her now.
Because what you can't do is go back in time
and be there for all of the birthdays and Christmases that you missed.
Hmm.
Or in your case, jump to the future.
The past is in the past.
Or, in your case,
the future.
-Ugh. Time travel.
But what if I could?
What, time travel? Uh, can you?
I mean, I suppose it's possible if you tried hard enough,
given the self-actualization of it all.
Don't be so literal, Doctor. I was being metaphorical.
-Ah! -Anyway, thank you.
It was a tad long-winded, but we got there eventually.
Yeah.
So you can sleep in here for now.
-Look at all this little kid stuff.
Uh, where's T?
"T"?
Oh, right! "Trixie."
Yeah, of course.
I forget that you two know each other really well because you're sisters.
She's at science camp for the summer.
-Nerd.
Could always count on my big sis for good porn, though.
-What? -Kidding.
-The only thing T hides is chocolate.
-There you go. -Hmm.
All right, so fresh towels are--
Upstairs, in the linen closet. I know.
I grew up here, remember?
Right, sorry. I, uh…
I just keep forgetting.
Um, can I make you some food? Do you want a PB&J?
How about some dino-chickie-nuggies and a juice box?
Right. Sorry again. Not used to having a grown-up around.
No, I'm sorry.
Uh, ribbing each other is kind of our thing.
Will be, anyway.
Rory, I-- I really do want to apologize…
…for what happened in the therapy session.
Um…
the only reason that Lucifer thought…
you know, that you killed him…
that was because of me.
That was my fault.
And…
from the sound of how you grew up, I just…
It sounds like it really wasn't great. And I'm sorry.
Mom…
Mom, you have nothing to apologize for.
I just wish we had a better start to our relationship.
This-- this isn't actually the start.
I mean, you may have just met me,
but I've known you my whole life, and…
you are, and always have been, the most amazing mom.
Good.
And you are not the one I am pissed at.
Listen, like you said, you know me.
But you don't know Lucifer.
Not yet.
So maybe just…
give him a chance. He might surprise you.
What do you want?
The scene is secure. I also assembled a list of possible witnesses.
I'm assuming it includes Nosy McNoserson over there?
Mm-hmm.
But more importantly, I think there may be one prime witness unaccounted for.
Yeah, who's that?
Well, did you check out the bathroom? Because I counted two toothbrushes.
Maybe the deceased had a girlfriend or roommate who saw something.
What do you think?
It doesn't matter what I think. It matters what he thinks.
Right. The detective.
-Right. Right. I'm sorry. -Mm.
Are you Caleb Mayfield? I said, are you Caleb Mayfield?
Get down on the ground, get your hands on your head.
Listen, punk, I said get down on the ground, get your hands on your head!
-You're hurting him! -Sir, back up.
-Amenadiel, please, just do what they say! -You're hurting him!
-Get off of him!
You must be the new guy.
Welcome to the force, rookie.
Well, we just arrived on the scene 30 minutes ago.
We're still gathering details,
but from what we know, the victim is Kevin Campbell, 26.
He was shot in the chest.
Apparently, assailant busted down the door and started shooting.
This neighborhood's a war zone.
Had a gang shooting around the corner just last week.
Only a matter of time before somebody retaliated.
Wanna add something, rookie?
Well, you know, it just doesn't look like a gangbanger lives here.
Well, things aren't always what they seem.
Agreed.
How big of a perimeter would you like us to process?
Let's keep it to the living room.
No need to waste taxpayer dollars when we already know what happened.
-What about the bathroom? -What about it?
Well, I noticed there were two toothbrushes on the sink,
the door lock is busted and the window wide open.
Maybe someone was staying here, and they used that window as an escape.
Sure.
Or maybe the Easter bunny came in through that window.
Let's put out a BOLO for a fuzzy dude with big ears, buck teeth.
Look, I get it. When you're a rookie, every toothbrush looks like a clue.
But the simplest explanation is usually the right one.
You spend enough time on the job, you trust your instincts on where to look.
-Yeah, but-- -Rookie!
Let's go.
Listen, I know I may have overstepped a little bit, but--
You like that uniform? You wanna keep wearing it?
Don't ever question a CO like you did in there.
You don't understand. I've had a run-in with that guy before.
Reiben. He's a bad cop!
No, you don't understand. Reiben is our boss!
They do teach chain of command at the academy, right?
Yes, but they also teach proper procedure, and Reiben wasn't following it.
Ah, you're killing me.
I used to be like you.
Opinionated, outspoken, real pain in the ass.
You wanna kill your career? Keep rocking the boat. Look where it got me.
Ten years later, still on the beat.
Look, if you ever wanna decide what gets processed and what doesn't,
just keep your head down.
Keep your eyes on your job.
You'll do more good in the long run
if you don't blow shit up on your first damn day.
Hey, Ella.
Oh, Amenadiel! Hi!
I didn't hear you come in there. You are a stealthy one.
It's like you just flew in or something.
I need to talk to you.
In confidence.
Oh, absolutely, buddy.
Okay, you can tell me anything,
no matter how out of this world it might seem.
Give me the real-real.
Okay, thank you.
Well, I was assisting at a murder scene today--
Mm-hmm, right, 'cause you're just a regular old, run-of-the-mill uni, right?
Well, I am a sworn officer of the law. So, yeah.
Anyway, I'm at the scene,
and I just keep having this strange feeling that something isn't right.
Oh, I knew it! It's-- it's like a-- a divine jankiness, right?
No,, it's more like a feeling that someone else was in the apartment.
Oh! You mean like a holy spirit?
No.
Like a roommate. Or maybe even the vic's girlfriend.
You see, there was a second toothbrush and a bathroom window was left wide open.
So I'm wondering if maybe you could check it out?
So, uh, is this coming from a "higher power"?
Definitely not.
Just your old pal Amenadiel, asking you for a little favor, cop to cop.
Oh.
So, just from one human cop to another?
Yeah.
Also, if you could keep this between us, that would be great.
Uh, yeah, sure. Of course.
My lips are zipped…
Uh, on this matter or anything else you would ever wanna talk about.
You know? I don't know. Work, family…
spirituality…
I am here for you, pal.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
Let it go?
-No.
What is this?
Oh, dear, do you not have Christmas in the future?
Is that my fault as well?
No, tacky consumerism still exists. What's this for?
For you, of course.
A Daddy do-over, if you will.
Now we both know I've got a lot to make up for,
so thought I'd start with a Christmas prezzie
for every year that I've missed.
-Oh, this is gonna be so much fun.
Ta-da!
It's for your first Christmas, obviously.
Now, I'm told the box is much more fun to play with at that age,
so we could, uh, make a spaceship or a castle, yeah?
A strip club?
Why don't we see what else there is?
Oh.
Merry Christmas.
Eh? And…
one for me. I'll go long.
Right. Ready?
Very good! Right, give us your best. Come on.
Bloody hell.
-Huh?
Oh!
Cool. Now I don't have to ride the big yellow bus to school anymore.
Right.
Point taken. You are an adult angel person.
I suppose something a bit more grown up would be appropriate.
-Ho, ho-- -No!
Oh.
Eggnog?
Okay, so then Ella found a trail of blood leading away from the open bathroom window
with a fingerprint in it belonging to a postal worker named Michaela Williams.
Now, do you think that's related to the crime or just some coincidence?
Hmm. It sounds probably related.
I knew it!
Did the head detective on the case disagree?
Well…
technically, the detective doesn't know about the blood trail yet.
Or the fingerprint.
I may have asked Ella to revisit the scene as a favor.
Without your CO's permission?
I mean, A-plus for enthusiasm,
but not a smart move to go over a detective's head.
The detective is James Reiben.
Wait, hold on. The guy who pulled the gun on you?
And harassed Caleb, yeah.
Apparently there was a complaint filed, but nothing happened.
Scratch that. He got promoted.
Yes, but there's procedures in place
to prevent this sort of thing from happening.
I mean, I would assume he went through extensive sensitivity training.
Trust me, yeah, the guy is no more sensitive than he was before.
And if those procedures were fair, then, Chloe,
my FTO wouldn't have been stuck on the beat for the past ten years.
-Your FTO is Harris, yeah? -Yeah.
Well, she's one of the best.
I mean, I don't think "stuck" is the right word.
I heard she was offered a detective seat and turned it down.
She what?
Turned it down.
Listen, I will look into Reiben myself.
If something doesn't look right, we'll get to the bottom of it together,
but I was in the force a long time.
I was raised in it.
And usually, in the end, they do get it right.
If Rosa sent you, you tell her to pipe down.
She knows I can't hear my stories below a 35.
Those who steal other people's Internet should not throw stones!
Actually, ma'am, I'm here to ask you about, uh, Kevin Campbell.
The young man who lived right across from you.
Hmm.
Uh, just checking for flying pigs,
seeing as how you cops never come to ask me anything about anything.
Well, ma'am, I would very much like to hear your opinion.
I'm Loretta.
You like pound cake?
Mmm! Mmm!
Mmm. Now, where was I?
So, Kevin wasn't involved with gangs at all?
No, sir!
He was a good boy.
Hundred times nicer than that creepy Sam what's-his-ugly-face
that lived there before.
In fact, Kevin came by here just last week.
Brought me some beautiful strawberries.
Sweet thing.
He worked at the post office, and trust me,
you get a nice government job like that, you don't go messing it up.
Plus, he'd just met Michaela there.
Michaela Williams?
Mm-hmm. That's the one.
She was over there pretty much every night.
Know if she was there the morning he was killed?
Probably.
Poor thing.
The two of them were in some serious love.
Mmm.
You know how I know?
The sex.
This courtyard echoes like a canyon,
and I certainly know what good love sounds like.
Don't mean to embarrass you, darling.
Oh, no, no, no, no, I was just, um…
I just realized I'm out of pound cake, Miss Loretta.
Oh! Well, don't you worry. There's plenty.
Be right back.
Oh, man, she's so cute.
Dan, if you're here to tell me to stick to writing speeding tickets, save it!
I knew there was a witness to a murder yesterday,
and no one is out there looking for her, thanks to Detective Reiben.
What?
-Reiben made detective? -Yeah. He did.
Did you even file that complaint against him?
Of course I did.
I just didn't follow up. Damn it, I should have.
I had a lot of time in Hell to think about things I wish I'd done differently.
And fighting bullshit racists like that in the department is definitely one of 'em.
Okay, then I will.
Be careful.
There's gotta be a reason Reiben is impervious to complaints.
Who knows who he's got in his corner.
Damn it, I wish I was really here, so I could help you.
-I wish you could too. -Wish I could what?
I wish you could open up your own bakery, Miss Loretta,
because I would eat this deliciousness every day!
See? Now this is what policing should be about.
Spending time with the community.
-Yes, ma'am, praising your cooking. -You got that right.
Last question, Miss Loretta. Last question, um…
-Do you know where Michaela is now? -'Fraid not.
And I imagine wherever she is, right about now, she is scared to death.
You find her.
You look after her, okay?
Yes, ma'am.
You can't get more grown up
than learning to drive the most sophisticated vehicle ever produced.
1962 Corvette Stingray.
Naught to 60 in 5.9 seconds, with a top speed of 140 miles per hour.
-A true, true American beauty.
-Hmm. Can we go now?
Ay! Easy on the gas.
Now remember,
she requires an extremely gentle touch, much like a lover.
Ew.
If you take care of her, she will take care--
-Okay!
-Not your right of way!
Sorry!
-Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho!
Right. She sticks a little between third and fourth so you might wanna--
Look, when I said the top speed was 140, I didn't mean you had to prove it!
Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!
You might just want to-- to pump the brakes next time.
Unbelievable! Did you see her run that red light?
Well, I'm sorry, but she was twice your age!
Easy!
Careful! Care-- careful!
Whoops. So that's where that scratch came from.
Okay, that's probably enough for today, so you can pull over.
That was… very fast.
I-- I mean, you picked it up very quickly, didn't you?
Very quickly.
Yeah. 'Cause it's my car.
Oh.
Right. Well, seems you got your driving skills from me as well, then.
Actually, Mom taught me.
Oh.
Of course she did.
Let's swap.
-Hey, where are you headed? -Headed to the lieutenant's office.
What are you doing?
Yesterday's murder wasn't a gang shooting.
Remember that second toothbrush I found?
Turns out that it belongs to the vic's girlfriend,
Michaela Williams.
Now, I think she was there when Kevin was shot.
And get this, the guy who lived in Kevin's apartment right before him
was a bad dude named Sam Ravinski.
Goes by, uh, "Sam the Snake."
You should see the rap sheet on this guy! My theory…
Someone busted into Kevin's apartment looking for Sam!
Textbook case of mistaken identity.
I was just on my way to talk to the lieutenant about it.
You call this keeping your head down?
You're like one of those whack-a-mole games,
stuck in the "about to be smacked" position.
A what?
Look.
I know you're just trying to protect me,
but Michaela is the one that needs our help.
CSU found her blood at the scene.
That means she's out there, Harris. She's injured, probably terrified.
Unfortunately, none of that matters right now.
Right.
Right. Wouldn't wanna rock the boat.
-That would be a career killer. -Exactly.
Except I found out that you chose to kill your career.
-That you turned down a detective job.
Wow. So you're investigating me now, rookie?
No. Mnh-mnh. I was just talking to my friend Chloe.
-Chloe Decker? -Yes.
Chloe and I play by very different sets of rules.
Chloe's dad was a cop, so she's legacy.
And also there's…
What is it about Chloe? Oh, right. She's white.
Yes. I turned down a detective's seat
because they wanted to ship me out to the Palisades,
get me far, far away from the 'hood.
One less tattletale.
-Like I said, used to have a mouth on me. -"Used to"?
Anyway, I turned it down.
'Cause I need to be here, where I can do the most good,
even if it means wearing these blues the rest of my life.
That's just something else that we can bring to the lieutenant.
Who do you think gave Reiben the promotion,
even after all those complaints against him?
Hey, rookie!
Conference room. Now.
Good luck.
Heard you've been doing some detective work behind my back.
On your first day as a beat cop.
Do I have that right?
Because that takes some serious cojones.
Yes, sir.
See, the training manual says to examine a scene from both inside and out,
that evidence found leading up to and away from a scene could be vital.
And Miss Lopez did find something outside that bathroom, sir.
So, if you wanna reprimand me, well, then you go right ahead.
But I stand by what I did.
You should.
And I get why you did it.
-You do? -You don't trust me, and why would you?
-You met me at my worst. -So then you do remember me.
How can I forget? I'll always regret how I treated that kid.
You know what's not in the manual? How tough this job is.
Sometimes, when you're in the middle of it,
adrenaline pumping, fear can get the best of you.
But I want you to know, the person you saw that day, that's not me.
That's not the kind of man I am.
-What kind of man are you, then? -The kind that owns up to his mistakes.
Which is why I brought you in, to say you made the right call.
And thanks to you, we're closing in on the killer.
Got a hit on those prints Lopez found.
Michaela Williams?
And guess what. She's got gang ties.
So it looks like I was barking up the right tree after all.
-Gang ties? -Ran with one, back in high school.
Sir, that was almost ten years ago. That doesn't means she's the killer.
Guess it's up to a jury, huh?
Good news is, looks like the vic clipped her before she took off,
so she won't get far.
The vic?
There wasn't even a gun at the scene.
Anyway, thanks again, rookie.
Wouldn't have found her without you.
I've realized I've been going about this the wrong way.
Now, of course Chloe has been an incredible mother to you.
And of course she's celebrated every milestone
in the most memorable way possible,
which is why it's silly of me to try and recreate moments
that you've surely already had.
So, I thought about something both Maze and Dr. Linda said to me.
Maze and Linda gave you the same advice? That's odd.
I know! Huh! So much so that they must be onto something, right?
-Well, I don't-- -Anyway.
They both said that I need to think about your feelings.
And the truth is, even though you had Chloe…
well, you…
you didn't have me.
And I understand that there are some things only I can give you.
For instance,
no one knows better than I do how to
party!
Yeah?
Look, I've even invited all your friends!
I don't know any of these people.
What? Of course you do!
They-- they work here!
So do they!
Okay…
Look, none of your loved ones have been born yet, so you know, slim pickings.
But there is your favorite auntie.
The one who puts the "sin" into "assassin."
Maze! Maze is here!
Whoo-hoo.
Now, no one has a leg up on debauchery like Auntie Maze.
Except for me, obvi.
So she's gonna give you all sorts of insight.
Isn't that right, Maze?
Yes. Lesson one,
people say you shouldn't mix your alcohol.
But that's people. We're celestials.
So true.
So drink up, buttercup, because I've got another surprise for you.
-Now get ready for a wild ride.
Whee.
Come on, kid.
Sit down.
Sorry the party's so lame.
But at least he's trying. That's something, right?
All right, look…
I know how you feel.
My mother was the queen of neglect.
She didn't give a shit about me or any of her other kids.
But that's not him. He's just, you know, a man.
Human or angel, they're just not as evolved as us.
Yeah.
Speaking of which,
I, uh, handpicked the wait staff.
-So they are all fair game.
You just let me know if any lady or ladies interest you,
and I will make it so.
Looks like you know me better than my own father.
You got it!
Whoo!
Uh, free shots at the bar. Free shots, everyone.
It's the Morningstars.
Sorry. I--
I didn't have much chance to practice.
So was I completely off-key?
You're still trying to fix things.
But you can't.
It's all happened already, Lucifer.
And you weren't there.
Not for my first tooth or-- or my first day of school.
Not when I learned to drive, or fly, for that matter.
Every birthday…
every Christmas, every day!
There's no way you can make up for it.
I don't understand.
What is it you do want then?
I mean, I'd mojo you, but it doesn't work on celestials.
Then just ask.
Rory…
what do you desire?
I…
I want-- I want you to leave me alone.
Rory!
The party was great.
This is my fault, you know.
I put a target on the back of an innocent Black woman.
It's not your fault.
But next time, consider talking to me first.
And do what, hmm? Nothing?
While a bigot makes asinine assumptions instead of doing his job?
No, no.
An investigator is supposed to investigate, Harris.
Look at evidence, talk to witnesses. I mean…
Do you see what's happening?
Are you seriously trying to school me after being here for a hot minute?
-I'm sorry, I just don't-- -I have a niece in first grade.
I was asked to do Career Day at her school.
God, I was so excited to empower these kids,
especially the girls, you know, that they could be like me.
You know what I felt when I set foot on that campus?
Fear.
These kids don't have the luxury to separate the person from the uniform.
This uniform took their mom away.
This uniform killed their brother.
They're terrified of us.
And every day we give them thousands of reasons why they should be.
And, yeah…
I see.
But we have to try and change that.
Yeah, but not by bulldozing into the lieutenant's office.
You gotta dance between the raindrops.
You gotta be accessible, be there every day.
This is why I didn't wanna get broomed into a cushy job in the Palisades.
If I see another cop pull over a person of color,
I can watch.
If I see something, I can say something.
But carefully.
-To the right person. -To the right person?
No. No, that can't be it.
You're only one person, Harris. You can't be everywhere.
Yeah, well, there's the battles and then there's the war,
but, you know, you don't have to worry about that yet.
Yes, I do.
No, you don't.
I would think before taking my side.
I'm kind of the kid who gets picked last for dodgeball around here.
Well, I don't know what dodgeball is,
so whatever it is, I would pick you first.
You're a weird one.
But you're all right.
Who's that?
Let's just say I might know a guy.
-Who's that? -New partner. You can trust him.
Amenadiel, this is Dr. Lamotte.
She runs a free clinic around the corner from Kevin Campbell's apartment.
Why don't you catch him up on what you told me on the phone?
Michaela came by the clinic yesterday. She had a gunshot wound in the thigh.
Close to the artery.
She was bleeding pretty bad. I patched her up the best I could.
You know where she is now?
No, but…
I do have this.
That's the slug I pulled out of Michaela's thigh.
Thank you, Doctor, for helping us and her.
And, hey, if you talk to her again, please give her my number.
This is great.
But how the hell are we gonna run this without anyone finding out?
I might know a guy.
Okay. So ballistics ran the slug.
Oh. Don't worry. Linus from night shift did it, and he owes me big time
for introducing him to my amazing D&D squad.
Anyway, the bullet not only matches
the one found in your victim, Kevin Campbell,
but Linus rushed both through NIBIN and got a hit.
Nine millimeter, owned by some scary-ass loan shark leg-breaker
named Logan McCarthy.
Now, apparently McCarthy has a reputation for getting all shooty
on yahoos who owe him money.
I bet Sam the Snake was one of those yahoos.
The guy who lived in Kevin Campbell's apartment before.
Officer Harris.
Dr. Lamotte gave me your number. I-- I didn't know who else to call.
-Michaela? -Yeah, the doctor said I could trust you.
You can. Are you all right?
-Tell us where you are. -Hiding.
I'm scared. I went back to the clinic, but he must have guessed I would,
'cause he followed me when I left.
Who? Who followed you?
The man who killed Kevin.
I saw him do it, and he knows I saw. You have to help me.
Of course, just tell us where you are.
Inglewood Cemetery, in the big mausoleum on the right.
Hurry, please.
Stay where you are, we'll be right there. Let's roll.
Blood.
Don't shoot! Don't shoot, please.
Michaela, it's Officer Harris.
We spoke on the phone. Are you all right?
-You okay?
Yeah, I just, uh…
-I think I ripped my stitches. -Okay, we need to get you out of here.
-Ow. -Is it your leg?
He's out there.
You didn't see him?
I saw him.
I'm not lying.
And I saw him shoot Kevin.
It was so loud.
The gun.
Kevin didn't even have a chance to react.
I saw Kevin's head fall back,
and I couldn't think.
I-- I screamed, and I ran into the bathroom,
and I got out the window.
And he came in and shot at me.
I know you think I did it, but I didn't.
I would never…
ever hurt Kevin.
I loved him…
so much.
You have to believe me.
I do.
We do, Michaela.
And we're here to help you.
You can trust us.
Let's get you some help, okay?
Michaela!
Car 77, under fire. We need backup.
Copy, 77.
-Eyes on the shooter?
Negative.
Get down! Do you wanna get shot?
This whole cemetery is surrounded by half a dozen cars!
You know better than I that killing cops
is gonna take this to another level of bad.
Okay.
I'm unarmed.
Suspect is Michaela Williams, age 25.
-Five-four, Black, wearing… -On the ground, now!
Me?
-He's got the gun! -I said, down on the ground!
Whoa, whoa, whoa! She's the victim! That man is the perpetrator.
-What are you doing? Take her down!
I said get her! She's armed.
-Get away from her, you idiot!
No, I'm not gonna do that because she's innocent.
-That's our killer! -No! I'm not gonna do that!
Amenadiel, please just do what they say!
Put your hands on your head!
-Get off of him!
We'll see.
Take them both in.
The evidence that you dug up cleared her.
You did some good work.
How do you do that, hmm?
Do this?
Day after day.
Because I don't think that I can.
-What Michaela went through is not right. -Not right? It was criminal.
She, a completely innocent woman, was almost killed
by the people who are supposed to protect her.
-If we hadn't been there tonight-- -But we were.
We were.
That's how I do it.
And that's why I do it.
And why I have to keep after it.
Why we have to.
Uh, by the way, you still owe me ten bucks.
Looks like you're buying coffees tomorrow.
Yeah.
Both of them.
Go drive her home.
Yeah.