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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?

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.

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.

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