All language subtitles for High Potential S01E02 Dancers in the Dark

-No, no, no, no, no.
Yo.

Too damn sloppy
on the heel stand...

to hop shuffle-ball change.

Here we go. Two.
A-one, two, three, four.

-♪ This is that new...

♪ Keep 'em standin' in line

♪ That universal mind control

♪ Now move your behind

♪ You know you like it

♪ It's calling your name

♪ This is that new...

♪ It don't feel the same

-♪ It's got that
dang-da-da-dang... ♪

-What do you think?
Too much for my first day?

Not enough.

Huh?

Yep.
We're always on the same page.

I like that.

Okay.
What do you think?

Huh?

You're pleased?

Great.
As long as you are happy.

Let's do it!
Huh? Yeah.

You're my best --

Am I in a dream?
-Chocolate-chip pancakes.

-Eggs a la Elliot.

-Oh.
Which are what exactly?

-Scrambled eggs.
-Sausage pucks.

-Uh-huh?
-Freshly brewed cup of coffee.

-And a squeezed-forever-ago OJ.

You guys.
I don't even know what to say.

You're the best.
-We wanted you to be ready

for your first official day
doing...

What exactly are you doing?

-Helping the cops solve cases.

-Ooh.
Do you get your own squad car?

-No, but I will be making
enough money

that we can get
our actual car back.

-You know,
speaking of more money,

we should talk IRAs
at some point soon --

simple, SEP, and Roth.
-Uh, yeah.

Let's not get ahead
of ourselves.

The point is, this job,
you guys,

if I don't quit or get fired,

is gonna help us out
in lots of ways.

Oh.

Okay. Got to run.

Thank you so much again.

Don't eat those.

-Wasn't planning on it.
-Good morning!

-Dad!
-You are just in time.

And good news.
She's a barfer today.

-Oh! Barfy baby!
I got her.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Now that the LAPD is paying me
to manny.

-I love you!

-Bye, Mom.
-Love you.

-Sampson, you busted out
the monk straps?

What the heck?

Who's the lucky lady?
-She's a florist.

Loves chess.
Lives close.

-You dog.

Better be invited
to that wedding.

Let's hope.

-Aren't you our cleaning lady?

-Not today.

Check back in with me tomorrow
after we see how this goes.

-We're really doing this, huh?

-We're doing it.

-Damian Ross.
Fell three stories onto his car.

911 got an anonymous call from
someone who heard the impact.

EMTs rushed him
to County General.

He's in surgery now.
Not sure if he'll make it.

At first blush,
I'm thinking suicide attempt.

Strange as it may sound, Damian
was found wearing tap shoes,

so maybe he jumped
after one last dance.

-Mm.
-"Mm" what?

-Oh.

N-Nothing.
Just, I mean, you know...

-No, I don't know.

Morgan,
if this is gonna work --

and I can't believe
I'm actually saying this --

you have to say
what you're thinking.

-Okay.

I think we need to get up
on that roof.

-Okay.
See how easy that was?

Okay.
So let it rip.

-Let it rip?
-Yeah.

I thought you were gonna hit me
with a bunch of obscure

scientific or historical details
about rooftops or something.

-Okay. Well, "Lay it on me"
would work there

-Okay.

-Was anything attached to this
when you guys first got here?

-The techs haven't been up here
yet,

so we're first to the scene.
-Okay.

-Uh, M-Morgan.
-What?

-Gloves, please.

-Yes. Gloves.
How could I forget the gloves?

So if something were attached
to this tripod

and it got knocked over,
it would be...

Huh.

-Looks like you found
Damian's phone.

-Hmm.
-"Hmm"?

-I don't know
if this was Damian's phone.

-So you think someone else
was up here with him?

-I certainly don't think he was
up here dancing by himself.

Whoever's phone this is
was left-handed

based on the smudge patterns.

-We'll dust for prints.

I don't know
who this little guy is.

-Ah. The Perros de Tijuana.
Mexican baseball team.

They won the title
a few years back.

-Okay. So you're good for
the obscure sports references.

Got it.
What are you doing?

-Turning on the phone, Morgan.
-I can turn a phone on.

-I'm sure you can.

It is possible that Damian was
a left-handed baseball fan,

you know.
-Oh!

Michelangelo's 1487 painting
"The Torment of St. Anthony."

It's a glorious depiction
of the struggle

suffered by the patron saint
of lost things.

-Well, maybe Damian was
a Catholic.

Until we know for certain --
-You know, Karadec,

normally I drive a 1970
Oldsmobile Vista Cruiser.

It's in the shop right now.
But I love that car.

I love it so much. It loves me.
We take good care of each other.

It's probably the healthiest
relationship I've ever had.

Here's my point.
Damian loved his car.

He was obsessed with it.

If he was trying to take
his own life,

I am not buying for a second

that he would take his
beloved '81 Cutlass with him.

-And you may very well be right,
Morgan.

But that's still just a theory.
I need --

-Evidence!
You need your evidence.

You love your evidence.
I'm learning that.

Have you ever seen
tap dancing live?

It's captivating.
Here's what I think.

Damian was up here,
dancing under the stars,

fully immersed

in the intoxicating art
of improvisation that is tap,

when someone pushed him
over the edge.

-So I just checked in with CSI
to see if Damian

had his cellphone on him
when he arrived at the hospital.

-And?
-He did.

This phone belongs
to someone else.

-So now we pray
to St. Anthony

that he helps us find whoever
pushed Damian off this roof.

-Daphne,
I need an update on Damian.

-I'm on hold
with County General.

Stand by.
-Oz, talk to me.

-Fast-tracking CSI evidence
from Damian's car.

-Good. Karadec and Morgan
are in transit

with the suspect's phone.

I want it processed
within the hour.

-Selena.
-Lieutenant Melon.

Do what do I owe the pleasure?
-You feeling generous today?

I need an extra pair of hands
in robbery/homicide.

-Oh.
Well, it's your lucky day,

because we're just hanging
around here in major crimes

with a whole lot of nothing
to do.

-This is serious.

Six jewelry stores hit
in the last two months.

I'm getting hammered
in the press.

Cap's all over me.

I'm even catching heat
from my girlfriend

'cause she's too scared to go
shop for an engagement ring.

-Aren't you supposed to shop
for the engagement ring?

-I need to catch this guy before
someone gets hurt or killed.

You know I wouldn't ask if
I didn't really need the assist.

-'Cause if there was a scuffle
on the roof,

we can assume
our suspect's gonna --

-Have scratches. I get it.
-Well, not just scratches.

I mean, based on this photo.
Look.

That's an ass pattern.

-An ass pattern.

-Yeah.

Listen.
I've fallen a lot in my life.

And trust me,
whoever made those marks

has lacerations
all over the buns

and likely a bruised coccyx.

Tailbone.
-I know what a coccyx is.

Daphne, what's the latest
on Damian?

-Still on hold.
-Hey. Melon alert.

-Oh.
-Melon alert?

-All right. Listen up.
Teamwork makes the dream work.

And right now our friends
in robbery need our help.

-Beggars can't be choosers.
I'll take anyone.

Except the cleaning lady.

You owe me one.

I'll ride with Lieutenant Melon.

-Damian's out of surgery
but on life support.

It could go either way.
-All right.

So starting right now,
we treat this as a murder case

because of this young man dies,
it will be.

Daphne,
pull all security footage

from surrounding buildings.

We need eyes on everyone
who was there that night.

You two go to the hospital.

See if this boy's family knows
anyone who might want him dead.

-I'll be right there.

Hey.
Can I talk to you for a second?

-Of course.

-So, when I agreed
to take this job --

-I promised to look into
your missing ex.

Um, S...

Roman Sinquerra.

-Yeah. I'm assuming you might
need more than just his name.

-You said he disappeared
15 years ago.

Can you tell me what happened?

-Yes. He went out to buy
diapers for Ava, my oldest.

She was just a baby back then.

He was driving a 1995
Mazda RX-7,

California plates -- AAHQ729.

It's the last time I saw him.

-Had you and Roman been --
-Fighting? No.

Listen.
I know what it sounds like.

Like he went out for milk
and never came back.

-It's a cliché for a reason.

-That wasn't Roman.

-All right.
I'll see what I can find.

-Thank you.

-You know what the best part
of my day has been so far?

-Am I gonna be flattered
or offended?

-Hopefully neither.

The best part of my day was
showing up to that crime scene

and not seeing a body
on top of that car.

Pretty sure I don't have to
tell you why.

But now...

-Now we don't know
what we're walking into.

-You know, in this line of work,
Morgan,

you have to hope for the best
but be prepared for the worst.

It's your first day, so if you
want to wait in the waiting --

-I'm good.

-Okay.

Ms. Ross.

-Please.
Call me Winnie.

-Winnie, I'm Detective Karadec.
This is Morgan Gillory.

She's assisting me
on your son's case.

We are so sorry
about what happened.

-How's he doing?

-The doctors said they don't
know if he'll survive the night.

And if he does, they don't know
if he'll walk again.

But growing up where he did,
he's beat the odds before.

He'll do it again.

-I know this is
a very difficult time, Winnie.

We believe somebody pushed
Damian off that roof, and...

Well, I have to ask.

-I know what you're gonna ask,
Detective, and the answer is no.

There is nobody in this world
who would want to hurt my boy.

-You know, on the way over here,
I had the opportunity

to watch your son tap,
and it took my breath away.

Your kid can really dance.

When Damian falls in love
with something, watch out.

Passionate and stubborn,
that one.

-I wonder who he gets that from.

-Damian has made his share
of mistakes

before he started working
at BSB.

But they've helped him
get his life together.

-I'm sorry.
I'm not familiar with BSB.

-Um, Body Shop Brothers.
It's a custom auto shop.

They hire at-risk youth
and ex-cons

to fix up cars and get
their lives back on track.

-Damian is saving the money he's
making from working at the shop

for a plane ticket to New York.

He's Broadway-bound...

if he can...just pull --
pull through this time,

if he can just...

-Beat the odds again.

Like you said.

-Mama Ross?

-Pardon me a moment.

-I see two lefties.

-And at least one Catholic.
Not exactly a smoking gun.

-The phone was his.
-Whose?

-The one who's got his arm
around Ms. Ross.

You see that elbow scar

tattooed over
to look like baseball stitching?

-That's from a Tommy John
injury,

from a torn ulnar ligament.

I think he was a pitcher.

-For the Perros de Tijuana.

Sorry to interrupt.

I'm Detective Karadec.

Can we talk?
It'll just take a minute.

Mm.
Damian.

Quite the talent.
-He's next level, no question.

Good-looking too.

-So, Roland, how jealous of him
were you?

-Jealous enough
to push him off a roof?

-I told you.

I didn't push him.
-But you fought with him.

That's when you dropped
your phone, right?

-No!
Damian and I never fought.

-Check his coccyx!

-Sounds like you have
a suggestion.

-They got to check his coccyx.
-I know this looks really bad.

-We have reason to believe
there's bruises and lacerations

on the suspect's...backside.

-We could get a warrant
and make you show us.

Or you could just tell us.

-Make the right choice
for us all. Please.

You're right.

We were up there last night.

But Damian,
he's like a brother to me.

We met at the shop.

When I told him I used to dance,
he offered to teach me.

He helped me get my life
back together.

-Then what happened on the roof?

-Someone else pushed him.

-Roland, do you actually
expect us to believe that?

-I don't know
where the guy came from, okay?

He must have been waiting there
or something,

because one minute
we were dancing, and then...

...he knocked me on my ass.

By the time I got up,
Damian was gone, him too.

So I ran.
-And let me guess.

it was too dark
for you to see his face.

Without a witness who actually
saw Roland push Damian,

we barely have enough
to hold him.

-Daphne, what about eyes
in the sky?

-Well, security cameras
across the street

show Damian's car pull in
at 1:42 a.m.

-Any cameras in the alley?
-No.

Got them everywhere else,
though.

It's an old office building.
No occupants since last year.

-Maybe squatters took up
residence in the building

and didn't like the noise
coming from upstairs.

-We checked. They got
the space locked down tight.

No one going in or out
in the last week.

-So either our third guy
teleported in and out

or he doesn't exist.

-He might.

What'd you guys do
with Damian's car?

I see I'm not the only one

who likes a little color
on the nails.

What have we got here?
Mushroom Mimosa?

-Biscotti Body, but close.
-Ooh!

-Oh, boy.
-Okay. I'm sorry.

I'm not the one who names
nail polishes.

-Morgan, you've got three
very patient officers with you

here in the impound garage,
and I can tell you

that at least one of them would
like to know the reason why.

-Well, the reason why is...
plasma chameleon paint.

See, plasma chameleon paint
is known

for its color-changing
properties

because the pigment makes
the color change

depending on the angle
and the lighting.

And that is why it is used
sometimes for nail polishes

and sometimes for custom
paint jobs for luxury cars.

Now, your lab f --
Well, our lab --

-Our lab found traces of
paint in the trunk of the car,

which didn't surprise us,
given that he does work

in an auto-body shop
that paints cars.

-But Damian loved this baby so
much, there's no way

he wasn't vacuuming every square
inch of it over the weekends.

-That is correct.

And since there's not a trace
of that paint

on the outside of the car

and I highly doubt any of
those men hopped into the trunk

and painted his nails...
Anybody?

-You think whoever
pushed Damian off the roof

worked at the body shop
and hid in the trunk of his car.

-Yes, I do.

Roland was telling the truth.

There was a third man
on the roof,

and that man hitched a ride
to the scene of his own crime.

-That would explain why we
didn't see anyone arriving.

-The assailant got out
of the car in the alley

and then followed them up.
-It's a good theory, Morgan.

The only problem is
that this is an '81 Regal.

The trunk-release
safety feature wasn't introduced

until the mid-'80s, which means

if someone did sneak
in the trunk,

they wouldn't have been
able to get themselves out.

-I thought about that too.

But what if one
of Damian's co-workers

decided to give him
a little unwanted trunk job?

That sounded grosser
than I wanted to.

-Morgan, you are not helping.
-Close me in.

-I don't think
that's a good ide--

-That was aggressive.

This is getting weird.

-Mm-hmm.
-Okay. Yeah. Give her a minute.

-Yeah. There's no more
minutes for this.

-Yeah.
Found it.

Little rigged
latch-release thingy.

Turns out...trunk job it is.

-Looks like you and Morgan

have to go see
the Body Shop Brothers.

-Am I helping now?

-Detective Karadec.

-Knox, right?

Chased you through Echo Park
a few years back.

What was it? Stolen property?
Identity theft?

-Both.

-What are you doing here,
Detective?

-Just doing my job.

We have reason to believe
that the person

who tried to kill Damian
works here too.

-Detective...

if you're insinuating
what I think you're insinuating,

we don't appreciate that.
-Yeah.

-I'm not here to earn
your appreciation, Knox.

I'm here to find out
who tried to kill Damian.

-Then go find him already.
-I have an idea.

Uh, hear me out.

What if we did a trade?

-Brought yourself a random
hot blonde, man?

I don't know about random.

-She's a consultant.
Let me handle this, please.

-What kind of trade?

-You guys tell us
where you were last night

and we get Damian's car
back to the shop ASAP.

-It's at impound.
That takes months.

-What if it doesn't have to?

-I'm listening.

-I bet Detective Karadec here
could call in a favor

and get Damian's car back faster
than he ran you down, Knox.

Which isn't really saying much,
but...

-Morgan, actually, I can't.

-That way, you guys
will have time to fix up his car

and get it all ready for him
when he wakes up

and comes home
from the hospital.

I didn't know the guy,
but I'm getting the sense

he would do
the exact same thing for you.

-Damn right he would.

-Excuse me.

Give me two minutes
with these guys.

-For what?
-Two minutes,

and I will get their alibis or
I quit right here on the spot.

-You promise?
-Can you go?

Just make a phone call.
See if you can get the car.

Otherwise, we're not getting
anything out of them.

You know that.

-Two minutes.

Okay.

Getting the sense that some
of you are very angry

about what happened
to your friend.

Or numb.

Heartbroken.

All very reasonable emotions
to have right now.

But wouldn't you guys feel
a little bit better

if you could help us find
the guy who hurt your friend?

You guys got to tell me
where you were last night.

'Cause if you don't tell me
right now,

the cops are gonna waste time
talking to other people like you

who did absolutely nothing
wrong.

-Go ahead, man.

-Yeah.
Uh, I guess I'll go first.

-Okay.

First up is Dane.

Dane was on his fifth

and hopefully final date
with, uh, Lola last night.

The woman sounds like
a nightmare.

I hope he makes a good choice,
but he's young and stupid.

Then we got "Big Bear" Knox.

Knox was in Big Bear
with his dad.

They have a family cabin.

They go there pretty much
weekly to vamp it up a bit.

Fun perk of the job -- I did get
an open invite to visit.

-Not a perk of the job.

-Not for you.

Then we got Slappy.
Tall drink of water.

Handsome fella.
He's a tough nut to crack.

But I tell you what --
-Morgan.

Is it safe to assume
you have this kind of info

on all these guys?

-Yeah.
That was the job.

Where were you?

-Um...
-So Slappy was on a date with --

-Uh, Morgan, hold up.

-I'm in the middle
of painting a picture.

You guys keep interrupting,
I have to say.

-And I'm sure it's as stunning
as the Sistine Chapel,

but we really don't have time
for this.

-Oh.
I'm sorry.

You don't have time

to give these gentlemen
the benefit of the doubt?

Did you all hear that?
Interesting.

Is that because they have
a hard time with authority?

Who doesn't?
-Lots of people.

Just download Daphne
with the details.

-I'll make a case file
to share with a four-person team

that will track and trace
the movements of every suspect

as part of our ACP.

-ACP.

-Alibi confirmation protocol.
Come on.

-Right.
She's a lot more fun than you.

-All right.
We got our work cut out for us.

-Mm.

-I want to find out which one
of these body-shop bros

is our prime suspect by sunrise.

And since it turns out Roland
was telling the truth

about the third person...
-I'll process this release.

-Did you know
that in 13th-century Sweden,

anyone could put a thief
to death?

Anyone!

Say I caught Ava swiping
my Rubik's Cube.

I could chop her head off,
and it would just be like,

"Ho-hum. Why is the head
rolling around the floor?"

"Don't know. I guess she
must have stolen something."

-Ava, did you take
Elliott's Rubik's Cube?

-Yeah, Mom.
I lust after that Rubik's Cube.

When are we getting
the car back?

I'm tired of leaving 45 minutes
early to take the bus.

-As soon as I can afford
to get it out of the shop.

-You've been saying that
forever.

-I know I have, Ava.

And every single time
I have to say it again,

it kills me a little more.

-Ava got an A
on her art project,

-You did?
That's great.

Why didn't you tell me?
Let me see it.

-I think it shows
some real Cubist influence.

-Look!
It's Whiskers!

Buddy, that is really good.

-It's okay.

-Follow me.

What are you showing me?

-This.

-What are they?

-They're murals painted
all over Los Angeles.

Aren't they great?

-Yeah.
They're pretty cool.

-Your father painted those.

-Awesome.
Thanks for showing me these.

-Hey. You've been upset that
you didn't inherit my talents.

But look.
You got your dad's.

-I got the talent of the guy
who walked out on us. Cool.

-He did not walk out on us, Ava,
okay?

I know it in my bones.
He just didn't do it.

He loved us.

And now I've got the full weight
of the LAPD looking into it.

We're gonna get to the truth.

-How about they work on getting
our car back instead?

-So, what?

Just because you can't sleep,
I don't get to either?

-Do you remember how Damian's
mom said no one in the world

would want to hurt her son?

-Mm-hmm. Sometimes
even moms get it wrong, Morgan.

-Maybe this time we did.

Let's dance.
-What are we doing?

-Come on.

Okay.

We thought the third man came up
onto the roof to kill Damian.

-And now you don't?
-Well, maybe.

But the best place
for the killer to hide

where he wouldn't be seen
by the dancers is over here,

behind this structure.

So when Damian is close
to the edge,

that is the killer's moment.

He's got to move
without hesitation.

He bolts forward.
He knocks over the tripod.

The cellphone goes flying.
-All of which we already know.

So what are we missing?
-We forgot to look up.

Are you familiar
with the opposition effect?

-Remind me

-The opposition effect
is an astronomical phenomenon

during the first-
and last-quarter phases

of the moon cycle.

That is when the moon is at
a 90-degree angle to the sun,

and that's when it's at
its brightest.

-And that happened last night.
-Not only that.

Roland called 911 at 2:14 a.m.,
right?

So let's say he needed 10,
15 minutes

to get down off the roof,
get himself safe,

pull himself together,
and make a phone call

-Which would have placed the
time of impact shortly after 2.

-Which places the moon...
right there.

So what do you think
the killer saw?

Roland and Damian were in
full shadow.

The moon was shining
right into the killer's eyes.

Moving fast
under these conditions,

he couldn't see
who it was he was pushing.

Damian's mom was right.
No one wanted to kill her boy.

-Our assailant pushed
the wrong guy.

-He meant to kill Roland.

-We released him from custody
a few hours ago.

If someone still wants him dead,
they could try again.

-We got to find Roland
before the killer does.

Yeah.

-Hey, mama.

-Hey.
Everybody's okay back there?

-We're good.
I already put Chloe to bed.

-And our son's Mandarin's
really coming along.

- Though I guess I wouldn't know.
- Yeah. Ava's okay?

She is still in her room.

She came out for some ice cream

and acknowledged me with
a grunt, which is reassuring.

-Daphne just texted me Roland's
number and home address.

-Ludo, I got to go.

I'm gonna be later than
I thought.

I'm so sorry.
-Yeah. Is everything okay?

Yeah. No. I'm fine.
Don't worry about me, okay?

Thank you so much.
-Mor--

Yeah. She's gone.

-Yeah?
-Roland, it's Detective Karadec.

-Who?!

-Can you turn the music down,
please?

-Not in my car, bro.
-He's not at home.

-It's Detective Karadec
with the LAPD, Roland.

Where are you, buddy?

We need you to get
someplace safe.

-What?
-We believe you are in danger.

-Sorry, man.
Can't hear you.

-This is Roland.
Leave a message.

I'll have Daphne see if
she can locate him with a trace.

-I think he's at Gateway Towers.
-What?

-It's a warehouse
that hosts parties.

-And you think he's there?
-Yeah.

I heard the song change
from "Flip Fantasia"

to Culture Beat,
so I googled "'90s remix party,"

and the only one that came up
for tonight

was at Gateway Towers.
-Gateway Towers.

-It's a little crime-fighting
tool called Google.

-This might be a good time
to call for backup.

-They're on the way,
but we don't have time to wait.

-Okay.
When Roland left the precinct,

he was wearing a green hoodie,

black-and-white
Adidas Superstars,

and a red Casio watch.

-Let's hope he didn't change.

-Hey!

Hey!
Where's Roland?

-I don't know.
-Is he here?

-What's going on?
-They're looking for Roland.

-How many times can you arrest
a guy in one day?

-We're trying to help
the young man.

Where is he?
-I don't know, man.

He was here.
I ain't seen him in a minute.

-Please help us find him.

-Okay.

-We're going this way.

-Excuse me.

Aah.
I feel like I'm on the bus.

-Roland!

Hey!
Roland!

-No, I'm John.

-Nice to meet you, John.
Excuse me.

Yo, yo!
He's over here!

-Roland. Roland, come on, man.
We got to get you out of here.

You --

-You know, Morgan,
what happened tonight

is just part of the job.

It's the worst part of the job.

I wish I could tell you
it gets easier, but it does not.

We didn't get here fast enough.
Not tonight.

But next time we will.

And when we do, I know we're
gonna have you to thank for it.

'Cause what you did on that roof
tonight, that was...

that was something.

-Can't really take
all the credit for it.

I had an assist.
-Oh, yeah?

-Yeah. My daughter Ava.
Her dad's a painter.

He was a painter.
I don't know if he still paints.

I haven't seen him
in a long time, but, um,

he used to tell me light was the
most important part of the job.

-Hey, guys.

Found something
you're gonna want to see.

-If this is too much for you --
-No. I'm good.

Let's find this guy.

-All those people and nobody
noticed a man being shot?

-Too loud.
Plus all the lights.

-The gunshot was just
one more flash in the dark.

But if we look closer...

-Looks like Roland knew
his killer.

-And the killer knew everyone
there would have a phone on,

so he hid his face.

-And this is all we got?

-Yeah, for now.

-Any update on Damian?

-Last we called the hospital,
it was still touch and go.

-You okay?

-Yeah.

I'm just gonna take
a little walk.

-There's nobody in this world
who would want to hurt my boy.

-In this line of work, Morgan,
you have to hope for the best

but be prepared for the worst.

-Yes?

-Do you have this
on surveillance?

-Uh, yeah.
-Play it.

-Uh, excuse me.
What are you doing?

-Play the robbery.

-Okay.

-Oh.
You take orders from her now.

This is highly inappropriate.

Uh...

-Hang on.
Hang on.

Stop.
Right there.

You see those sparks
after the muzzle flash?

The color and the trajectory.
That is a very old gun.

-Oh, now you're
a munitions expert.

-I'm not, but I took my kids
to Pioneer Town once,

and the gunsmith went on and on
about guns in the Wild West.

What's going on?

-Come here.
Look at these sparks.

These sparks occur
when there is copper

or lead left in the barrel --

usually a very old
or poorly maintained gun.

And they cause a flash,
like the one in this robbery

and in the one
that killed Roland.

-So great.
Our robber is at the OK Corral.

-You're saying you think
his robber and our killer

are the same guy?
-I'm saying same gun.

What do you think?

-I think you should give
her some time with your board.

-You serious?
My
board?

-Coming through. Thanks.
-Excuse us.

-Eyes up.

-Lieutenant Melon
has terrible handwriting.

-Oh, the worst.

-You really think his robber
is our killer?

-I don't know, but I know
we got to figure it out.

-Okay.
So where do we start?

-We start with why.

Why would this guy
want to murder Roland?

-You believe this?

The cleaning lady
is rearranging my boards.

-You see a cleaning lady.
I see more.

-Okay, Sparkles.
That's enough.

-Morgan, what do you got?

-I noticed something.

We've got five robberies, right?

The first three are here,
here, and here.

And at each site,

an eyewitness saw the robber get
into a different getaway car --

a red Camaro, a blue Mini...

-And an orange Corvette.

She gonna read my entire
case board back to me?

-Now, at the fourth
and fifth site,

there was no report
of a getaway car at all.

-So it's possible the driver
could have parked farther away.

-Or something happened
to the car.

-Or practice makes perfect.

They got faster
and no one saw him go.

-What do you think?

-I think the robber lost
his getaway car.

More importantly,
I think he lost his driver.

Now, see what these last two
jewelry stores have in common?

Okay.
I'll give you a clue.

-Oh, now she's drawing
on my map.

-Uh...

-Really?
Does no one take public transit?

Okay. Well, guess who does.
This guy.

So let me walk you through this.
This is the red line.

Right here are two stops
along the red line.

These are two jewelry stores

that are within one block
of those two stops.

-You think the robber
was on foot?

-Yes, I do.

And I think the missing
getaway driver,

someone who had access
to multiple cars...

...was Roland.

Think about it.
He worked at the shop.

Any of the cars
that stayed there overnight,

he would have had access to.

-And the robber started hitting
stores on foot a month ago.

-That's right, and that
was around the same time

that Damian helped Roland
escape a life of crime

and they started posting
their dancing videos together.

-That's right.

So Roland tells the robber,
"I'm out."

But the robber can't trust
that Roland won't out him.

He knows that Damian and Roland

are dancing on rooftops
all over L.A.

He decides to rig Damian's trunk
to push Roland off the roof.

-But he pushes the wrong guy.

-Now he's got to find Roland
at the club.

And to make sure
he does it right this time...

he brings his gun.

-This is great police work,
Morgan,

but do you know who this guy is?

-No.
I don't.

But I do have an idea
about how we can find him.

-All units and 6A37.
We have a 187.

Respond Code 3.

Repeat -- All units and 6A37.
We have a 187.

Respond Code 3.

-Hands in the air!
Nobody move!

-LAPD! Put your hands up!
-Drop your weapon!

-Freeze! LAPD!
-Put the gun on the ground.

Slowly.
Lay down on the floor.

Belly on the floor.
Now. Down.

-Hands behind your back!

Let's go.

-He looks confused.
Are you confused, Griff?

-Lawyer.
-You don't want to talk.

I get it.
You don't have to.

But I bet you're wondering
how we knew you'd be here.

Can I tell him?
-Tell him.

-See, I think
you really were upset

about what happened to Damian.

The red eyes, the tears --
Those were real.

'Cause you didn't mean
to hurt him.

But, you see,
mixed in with that sadness,

I saw something else -- guilt.

Oh, side note.

Contrition --
gonna be helpful for you

when you're talking to
the parole board

after you're convicted
of murdering Roland.

So how did we manage to show up
and spoil your party?

Well, joke's on you.
It's
our
party, bud.

And we invited you
because we noticed

that every time you would rob
a jewelry store,

it would happen
right after a Code 3 went out

on the police scanner.

You figured
the fewer units available,

the likelier chance you'd have
to be able to get away.

But luckily for the residents
of Los Angeles,

there's no actual Code 3
happening tonight.

Just a 211 -- yours.

-Let's go.

Heard a little rumor.

Somebody just closed their first
official case with the LAPD.

-So I did help.

-You had your moments.

Which is why Soto asked me
to give you this --

first official paycheck.

Lands early.

-No way.

Oh.

Wow.

-Karadec.

Yeah.
Got it.

That was the hospital.

Damian's awake.

Please come on in.

-Hi.

-There's somebody
I want you to meet.

These are the people I told you

were trying to figure out
what happened.

-Thank you.

-Damian moved his toes today.

-Oh.
No way.

-The doctors believe
with some work,

he'll be dancing in no time.

-That's right.
-You know, because of you,

I was able to find out this guy
has never seen a tap show.

-What, you got something
against a good time?

-No. No. I-I love a good time.
-Mm.

-One day I'll get you
some tickets.

Both of you.

Least I could do.

I heard about Roland and Griff.

-It's over now, though.
Don't worry.

- Nah.
- I'm just getting started.

Now, what the hell are y'all
still doing here?

Get your ass back to the shop
and fix my car -- now!

-Oh, gosh.

-That's what I said,
for the record.

-Uh-huh. Yeah.
-Take care.

-I need some wheels.

For real, though.

-That was not too bad
for your first case, Gillory.

-I'm just glad
I was able to help.

-Mm-hmm. Have you thought about
quitting while you're ahead?

You know, go out on top?
-You do not want me to quit.

You're having way too much fun.
-Oh, I am, huh?

-Yeah.
-Like driving you all over town?

-No. No.
That does have to stop.

-♪ Oh, this time

♪ Oh, this time

♪ This time I know
I'm fighting ♪

♪ This time I know I'm
-♪ Back in my body

-♪ This time I know
I'm fighting ♪

-No way!

♪ This time I know I'm
-♪ Back in my body

-♪ Lost you in the border town
of Anywhere ♪

♪ I found myself
when I was going everywhere ♪

♪ This time I know
I'm fighting ♪

♪ This time I know I'm...

♪ And all along the highway

♪ There's a tiny
whispering sound ♪

♪ Saying I could find you
in the dark of any town ♪

♪ But all that I'm hearing...

-I'm so sorry to just pop by,
Morgan.

-You're firing me
in the comfort of my own home.

That's a classy move.
I respect that.

You want to come in?
-No. No. That's okay.

I have some news.

You're on my way home.
I thought you'd want to hear it.

-What is it?

-I followed up on Roman's car.

Turns out it ended up
in police impound

three days after he disappeared.

It was abandoned
in a Costco parking lot

a couple of miles
from where you both lived.

In the short inventory of items
discovered in the car

was a box of diapers.

Which, of course,
begs the question --

If Roman really wanted to
abandon your family,

why would he stop
and buy diapers first?

-♪ This time
I know I'm fighting ♪

♪ This time I know...
-You believe me.

-♪ This time I know
I'm fighting ♪

-We're gonna find out
what happened to Roman.

I promise.

-Thank you.

-♪ I found myself
when I was going everywhere ♪

♪ This time I know
I'm fighting ♪

♪ This time I know I'm
back in my body ♪

♪ Oh

♪ I'm back in my body

♪ Oh

Freeze.

Morgan Gillory, major crimes.

Oh, it worked.

You're frozen.

There she is, Janitor Genius.

That brain of hers is going
to help us close a lot of cases.

Looks like a wild
night that went south.

But was it murder?

100%.

I have no idea who
kidnapped my daughters.

Do you see this?

Her girls were holding this
in one of the pictures I saw.

I know who took the girls.

All right, the trick is
to see if we can notice

things other people can't.

Ta da.

I'm sorry, who is she?

Morgan.
Morgan.

Morgan.

You never take
evidence home, ever.

You have got to be kidding me.

What?

He's wearing gloves.

New "High Potential," October
8 on ABC, and stream on Hulu.