All language subtitles for High.Potential.S01E02

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.

Yo, too damn sloppy on the heel

stand to hop, shuffle, ball change.

Here we go.
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What do you think?
Too much for my first day?

Not enough.

Huh?

Yup. 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 advocate...

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

Eggs à 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.

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.

Uh.

Okay, gotta 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.
- Love you.

Samson, you busting out the monk straps?

What the heck? Who's the lucky lady?

She's a florist. Loves
chess, lives close.

You dog.

I 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.

Damien 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, Damien
was found wearing tap shoes,

so maybe he jumped after one last dance.

- Mmm.
- "Mmm" what?

Oh.

No, 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"?

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?

No, the techs haven't been up
here yet, so we're first to the scene.

Okay.

- 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 Damien's phone.
- Hmm.

"Hmm"?

I don't know if this was Damien's.

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

Well, 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.

Oh. De Perros de Tijuana.

Mexican baseball team. They
won the title a few years back.

Hey, so you're good for the
obscure sports references.

Got it. What are you doing?

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

I'm sure you can.

It is possible that Damien was a
left-handed baseball fan, you know.

Oh!

Michelangelo's 1487 painting,
The Torment of Saint Anthony.

It's a glorious depiction
of the struggle suffered

by the patron saint of lost things.

Well, maybe Damien was a Catholic.

Until we know for certain
that this phone is...

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: Damien 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:

Damien 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 Damien had his cell phone on him

when he arrived at the hospital.

And?

He did. This phone
belongs to someone else.

So now we pray to Saint Anthony

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

Daphne, I need an update on Damien.

On hold, County General. Stand by.

Oz, talk to me.

Fast-tracking CSI evidence
from Damien's car.

Good. Karadec and Morgan are
in transit with the suspect's phone.

I want it processed within the hour.

Selena.

Lieutenant Melon,
to what do I owe the pleasure?

You feeling generous today?

I need an extra pair of hands
in Robbery-Homicide.

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...

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 Damien?
- 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.

Damien'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 if 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.

That'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
wanna wait in the waiting room...

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 doctor 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 Damien

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 wanna 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 Damien falls in
love with something, watch out.

Passionate and stubborn, that one.

I wonder who he gets that from.

Damien has made his share of
mistakes before he started working at BSB.

But they 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.

Damien 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 p-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.

And he was a pitcher.

For De Perros de Tijuana.

Sorry to interrupt.

I'm Detective Karadec. Can
we talk? It'll just take a minute.

Mmm. Damien. 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.
- No!

Damien and I never fought.

Check his coccyx!

- Sounds like you have a suggestion?
- They gotta check his coccyx.

I know this looks really bad, but...

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 Damien, 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, Damien 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 Damien,

we barely have enough to hold him.

Daphne, what about eyes in the sky?

Well, security camera across
the street showed Damien's car pull

in at 1:42 a.m.

- Any cameras in the alley?
- No. Got 'em 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 noise coming
from upstairs.

We checked. They
got this place 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 did you guys do with Damien's car?

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.

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... Well, our lab found...

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 Damien loved this baby so much,

there's no way he wasn't vacuuming
every square inch 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 Damien
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 on the scene.

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 out.

I thought about that too.

But what if one of Damien's coworkers

decided to give him
a little unwanted trunk job.

Sounded grosser than I wanted to.

Morgan, you are not helping.

- Close me in.
- I don't think that's a good idea...

That was aggressive.

- This is getting weird now.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, yeah. Give her a minute.

Yeah, there's no more minutes
for this, I'm...

Yep, 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.

Now we have reason to believe

that the person who tried
to kill Damien works here too.

Detective,

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

we don't appreciate that.

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

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

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 Damien's car back
to the shop ASAP.

It's at impound. That takes months.

What if it doesn't have to?

We're listening.

I bet Detective Karadec here
could call in a favor

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

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

- Morgan, I actually... I can't just...
- 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.

Okay. Give me two
minutes with these guys.

For what?

Two minutes and I will get their alibies

right quick, right here on the spot.

You promise?

Can you go just make a phone
call to 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 gotta tell me
where you were last night.

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

the cops are just gonna waste
time talking to other people,

like you, who did
absolutely nothing wrong.

Go ahead, man.

Yeah. I guess I'll go first.

Okay.

First up is Dane.

Dane was on his fifth and,
hopefully, final date with 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.

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.

- And where were you?
- Um...

So, Slappy was on a date with his...

Uh, Morgan, hold up.

But 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.

Great.

She's a lot more fun than you.

All right.

- We got our work cut out for us.
- Mmm.

I wanna 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 his 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,

"Hold on. Why is the head
rolling around the floor?"

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

Ava, did you take Elliot'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 Damien's mom said

no one in the world
would wanna 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 Damien.

- 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 Damien 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 cell phone goes flying.

All of which we already know,
Morgan. 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 ten, 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 2:00.

Which places the moon right there.

So, what do you think the killer saw?

Roland and Damien 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.

Damien'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 can try again.

We gotta find Roland
before the killer does.

Yeah.

- Hey, momma.
- Hey. Everybody's okay back there?

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

And our son's Mandarin
is 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 gotta 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 my call, 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.
- At Gateway Towers.

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

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?

Hey, 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 hadn't seen him in a minute.

Please help us find him.

Okay.

I'm going this way.

Excuse me.

God. 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 gotta get you outta 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 something.

I can't really take all the
credit for it. I had an assist.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, my daughter Ava,
her dad's a painter.

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

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

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

Hey, guys. Found something
you're gonna wanna see.

- Hey, 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 Damien?

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

You okay?

Yeah. Well, I'm just
gonna take a little walk.

There is nobody in this world
who would wanna 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.
- Excuse me. What are you doing?

Play the robbery.

Okay.

Oh, you take orders from her
now? This is highly inappropriate.

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.

Now you're ammunitions expert.

I'm not, but I took my kids
to Pioneertown once,

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

- What's going on?
- Come here. Look at these sparks.

Okay, 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 O.K. Corral.

So you're saying you think that 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.

Hey, you really think his robber
is our killer?

I don't know. But I know
we gotta figure it out.

Okay, so where do we start?

We start with why.

Why would this guy wanna murder Roland?

You believe this?

The cleaning lady's
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...

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've 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.

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've had access to.

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

Right. That was around the same time

that Damien 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 Damien and Roland
are dancing on rooftops all over LA.

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

But he pushes the wrong guy.

Now he's gotta find Roland at the club.

And to make sure
he does it right this time,

he brings his gun.

Look, 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 6837, we have
a 187. Respond code 3.

Repeat, all units 6837, we have
a 187. Respond code 3.

- Hands in the air! Nobody move!
- LAPD! Put your hands up!

- Drop your weapon!
- 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 wanna 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 Damien.

The red eyes, the tears, those were

real 'cause you didnt'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.

Damien'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.

- Damien moved his toes today.
- 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's
never seen a tap show.

What? You got something
against a good time?

- No, no. I love a good time.
- Mmm.

Then 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, get back to the
shop and fix my car. Now.

- Okay.
- Oh, gosh.

That's what I said, for the record.

- Uh-huh. Yeah.
- Take care.

I need some wheels.

You know, that's 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?

Kinda go out on top.

You do not want me to quit.
You're having way too much fun.

- Oh, I am, huh?
- Yep.

Like driving you all over town.

No. No, that does have to stop.

No way!

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 wanna come in?
- No, no, that's okay. I had some news.

You were on my way home.
I thought you'd wanna 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?

You believe me.

We're gonna find out what
happened to Roman.

I promise.

Thank you.

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