"Talk to me, Scholls." "It's a real mess." "Dead bodies everywhere." "My God." "What happened?" "High-end sedan slammed into a truck delivering cadavers to the medical school." "The latch on the door broke." "Bodies never stood a chance." "Anyone not dead at the time of the crash?" "The driver of the sedan fled the scene on foot." "The truck driver's extremely critical." "You're making the straps too tight." "And why didn't you take my shoes off first?" "You should know this." "Excuse me, sir..." "L.A.P.D." "Do you remember anything from your accident?" "Yeah, I was driving my truck, and then some lunatic in a fancy-shmancy car runs a stop sign and plows right into me." "Hey, how long until you put my leg bone back in?" "What is it gonna take for you to get this right?" "I got it." "Any chance you got a look at the driver?" "Yeah." "He looked exactly like the inside of an airbag!" "Use your head." "Let's get back to the precinct, run the plates." "Nothing more despicable than a hit-and-run." "You can't kill me!" "I'm dead!" "I'm deader than you are!" "Angie Tribeca - 3x03 - Brockman Turner Overdrive." "How bad is it?" "I like the sweater, but the slicked-back hair comes across as hostile." "We got a hit-and-run... unknown perp." "The victim's name is Kurt Piedmont." "Broken back, broken legs, broken heart." "His wife left him for his brother." "How do we find the scumbag that hit him?" "We ran the plates and realized the car didn't have any." "Between that and the new-car smell, we're thinking maybe it was a test-drive gone wrong." "Also, I got Forensics looking for prints." "Good work." "That reminds me, Geils..." "your application for the lieutenants program was approved." "Congrats." "And, Tribeca... you won a beach towel in the department raffle." "Way to go." "I'm proud of you." "Thank you, sir." "I was gonna tell you." "I'm not even sure I'm gonna do it." "It's fine." "Okay." "Doesn't sound fine." "It's totally fine." "All right." "It's just, you know, I'm looking down the road, and I'm thinking about our future." "I don't..." "You know, the future, our future." "The..." "Hi." "Welcome to Planet Taco." "May I take your order?" "Are you sure?" "Because you sound weird." "Hi, there!" "My name's Docto..." "Geils." "Tribeca." "How lovely to see you." "How's it going, Doctor?" "Well, it'd be going a lot better if I could get you into a new car today." "A car from this lot was involved in a hit-and-run this morning." "It didn't have any registration, so we're thinking maybe it was a test-drive?" "You send out any cars that didn't come back?" "Maybe." "Yeah, "maybe" is about all I can do right now." "Yeah, we were really hoping for a "Yes" or "No."" "Let me talk to my manager." "This is how they keep you here." "I know." "It's ridiculous." "I wonder if they make this in a hatchback." "What, for all your lieutenant gear?" " You said it wasn't bothering you." " It's not." "I have ambition." "Is that an issue for you or something?" " Just drop it, okay?" " You're the one who brought it up." "Okay, well, here's what we can do." "Maybe someone did come in today for a test-drive and didn't return the car." "Let's go." "Thank you." "All right, all right." "Hang on, hang on." "Might have been a male, possibly a student." "But the sales associate didn't get a license." "We're gonna need a little more than that." "I like you two." "Let me talk to my manager." "Give me $500 on the Saskatchewan Roughriders, minus 7 over Montreal, and $300 on Johnny from Cobra Kai to beat Daniel Larusso." "Well, can you spot me?" "Todd, I need this... money." "Everything okay?" "Just on the phone with the DNA lab." "Look, I know your breakup with Geils has been hard." "Believe me, I've been there." " You broke up with Geils?" " Yeah." "Except my Geils' name was Loretta." "And I know you're hurting, but this whole gambling thing that you're doing, this is... this is a dark road." "Take it from me." " You had a gambling problem?" " Yeah." "Except my gambling problem was named Mint Chocolate Chip." " Binge-eating?" " No... stripper from downtown." "But if you need help with anything or just want to talk, know that I'm here for you." "Thanks, Tanner." "You're actually the first person..." "Now, were you able to lift any prints off the hit-and-run vehicle?" "Let's just go to another dealership." "We've already been here two hours." "You want to start over?" "Hey, Tanner." "We got a match on the prints." "Okay." "Thanks." "You're not gonna like this, but the driver of the car was a USWC star athlete named Aaron McLaren." "Aaron McLaren?" "USWC's star athlete?" "Good news." "My manager has authorized me..." "and he never does this... to tell you that the driver's first name is Aaron." "Where do we find Aaron McLaren?" "Who wants to know?" "Haven't seen him." "How 'bout now?" "Unh-unh!" "He's out on the court." "Animals." "There he is." "Mr. McLaren?" "Sorry." "I don't do autographs until after practice." "We're with the L.A.P.D." "We have a couple of questions about the incident this morning." "I don't own a car." "We never mentioned a car, but it did happen to be about a car accident." "I told you..." "I don't own a car." "I just said it too early." "Excuse me." "Arnold Waifer." "I'm the athletic director here." "This is a private practice." "We're just talking to Mr. McLaren about a car accident this morning." "He has nothing to say to you." "If you have any questions for this student, you may direct them to the office of the dean, along with your transcripts," "SAT scores, and any extracurriculars." "You broke a man in half, McLaren." "Cost him his livelihood." "That's enough." "You test-drove a car, and you plowed it into his truck." "Okay, that's it!" "Two laps, both of you!" "Tribeca!" "We'll be back, McLaren... next time, with a warrant." "Good luck with that." "All right, Wiedner, what do you got for me?" "Well, it's been a crazy week." "My brother's in town..." "Brother story's a dead end." "I want to hear more about your mom's mammogram." "Okay." "Get this." "So, she's standing there with her top off, and the doc..." "Sorry, Wiedner." "Sometimes it's a little hard for me to leave my job at the office." "Atkins." "You kidding me?" "All right, I'll tell the D.A., but she's not gonna like it." "Tell me what?" "We have a suspect in the USWC hit-and-run." "Give it to me." "What do you got?" "Melanie Burke, district attorney." " Hi, I'm Beth Wiedn..." " I know." "So, hit-and-run." "It might be a tough prosecution." "Nonsense." "We'll bury him... have his whole family testify against him, plant little stories in the news." "He'll never see the sun again." "I think you should take into consideration, Melanie, that the perpetrator is..." "Aaron McLaren." "No way." "He's untouchable." "Drop the case." "Just drop the charges." "Shred everything you have on the case." "This conversation never happened." "There's a man in the hospital who may lose a leg!" "So?" "Give him a dog's leg." "Boom!" "Good as new!" "Think I want to go up against a badminton player... in Los Angeles?" "Jesus." "No, thanks." "Now, who wants to take this party upstairs to my fourth-floor condo?" "Please tell me we're going after this guy." "It's not that simple, Tribeca." "We're talking about a college athlete... king of the mountain, top of the food chain, the Bey to our Beyhive." "Okay, he may be gifted, virile, articulate, charismatic, and, without a doubt, destined for greatness, but he committed a crime, and last time I checked, that's against the law." "She's right." "All right!" "Bring him in!" "Sic Tanner on him." "But for Pete's sake, keep this quiet!" "I'm sorry, Pete." "Colic." "Mr. McLaren, you're in a lot of trouble, brother." "Mr. McLaren, are you there?" "Aaron McLaren is everywhere." "Wassup?" "Why the hell couldn't we just bring him in?" "The lieutenant thought once it got into the press, we'd lose the public." "Love him or hate him, this is badminton country." "Mr. McLaren, can you please turn down the music?" "Sorry." "No can do." "I'm taking a chemistry test." "Yo, anyone know what H2SO4 is?" "Sulfuric acid!" "Ha!" "Thanks, baby!" "I'll see you at the game!" "Mr. McLaren, we're giving you one last chance to come clean here." "You know, maybe it was an accident." "Accidents happen." "Just admit what you did, and... and we'll talk to the D.A. about taking it easy on you." "I didn't do anything." "I didn't test-drive a car." "I didn't slam into a truck." "Look, I'm sorry that guy lost his leg... seemed like a really nice guy... but I wasn't in any accident." "Now you listen to me, Aaron!" "Take it easy!" "We got your fingerprints all over that car!" "We even got the car dealership where you did the test-drive." "Now, you start talking to me right now, or you're gonna make me very, very mad!" "Aah!" "Damn!" "I got a game tomorrow night." "Look, Aaron, I get it." "I was a college athlete... cock of the walk, BMOC, LGBTQ." "You get all jacked up, and maybe you did something you regret." "Maybe you choked out the school mascot in a drunken rage but denied it 'cause you wanted to go into a career in law enforcement." "But eventually, there comes a time, Aaron, where you got to put ego aside and..." "I'll never put my ego aside." "Aaron McLaren... has left the conference." "We have a problem." "He's not pressing charges." "What?" "Mr. Piedmont, the truck driver?" "He's not pressing charges." "Dr. Scholls." "I didn't realize you were... crazy." "No, I'm fine." "My brother died." "I was sad, but now I'm happy." "See you next Wednesday, Monica." "And no gambling." "Call your brother if you need support." "Tribeca." "You sure you're in the right place?" "I know, Dr. Moreau." "I'm sorry I called you a quack at the picnic." "No." "Something on your mind?" "I guess." "I'm not really comfortable talking about... inside stuff." "I can't tell you the number of times I've heard that." "Why not?" "How's work?" "I mean, it's basically good." "I still enjoy roughing up bad guys, putting them behind bars for life." "And it's not even my job to decide whether or not they did it." "No, I mean your real work... at home." "Well, that's where it gets a little tricky." "Let me guess." "You're finally in a committed relationship where you know you should feel comfortable, so why is it that you're feeling completely uncomfortable?" "Maybe because the closer you get with Geils, the more you're realizing how many things separate you, and how can two people be right for each other when they want totally different things out of life?" "And maybe Geils applying for the lieutenants program just shines a big, giant spotlight on exactly this problem." "I know you mean well, Doc, and don't take this the wrong way, but..." "I think your profession's a joke." "Well, it was worth a shot." "I have some antidepressant samples." "That'd be great!" "How you feeling, Mr. Piedmont?" "Good." "So much better." "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" "We didn't catch you at a bad time, did we?" "No." "No, not at all." "No, I feel very well." "Figure I'll be out of here in a day or..." "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" "We heard you changed your mind about pressing charges against Aaron McLaren." "I've got a 3-D television for a Mr. "Guy I Hit"?" "Yeah, you can put it over there." "Thanks." "I may be way out of line here, but is there any chance Mr. McLaren, or maybe even the university, talked to you about dropping the charges?" "No." "I just..." "I figured, boys will be boys." "He made a mistake." "No harm, no f..." "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" "That's complete B.S." "The school obviously got to him." "What are we supposed to do?" "Without a victim, there's no crime." "Tribeca?" "Should we give her a minute, or...?" "She usually..." "Fleeing the scene." "What do you mean?" "We charge him with fleeing the scene." "I know it's small, but maybe it shakes something loose and the whole thing falls into place." "We're treading on very thin ice here." "There's two seasons in L.A..." "summer and badminton." "I'm gonna have to answer to the mayor, the president of the university..." "Maybe this is one we just let go." "Is that right, Lieutenant?" "Hey, that's not fair." "You're not even behind a desk, and already, you're concerned about your track record?" "Lieutenant, how are you not calling her on this?" "You can challenge, but if you're wrong, it's gonna cost you a time-out." "Geils, you going out for Lieutenant?" "Congratulations, man!" " That's great!" " Not now." "I'm just saying, you'll make a great lieutenant." "Me?" "I'm a cop for the streets." "You know what I'm talkin' about, right?" "What's it gonna be, Real Lieutenant?" "You gonna play it safe or are you gonna go after the bad guy, like it says on the mural we painted?" "The D.A. is gonna have my ass." "You want to dance?" "Let's dance." "Though we're only 17 years in, they're already calling it the trial of the century." "The City of Los Angeles vs. Aaron McLaren is sending shock waves through this sleepy Southern California town." "I am just getting word now that Aaron McLaren is pulling up to the courthouse." "Let me see if I can get a word with him." "Mr. McLaren." "How are you feeling about the trial today?" "We knew they were gonna come out and hit us with everything they got, but we're gonna stick to the game plan, focus on the fundamentals, and hopefully..." "God willing... we'll come out with a W." " Thank you." " Thank you, Aaron." "I am now being joined by Detective Angie Tribeca, who was instrumental in bringing the charges against Aaron." "Detective Tribeca, first of all, let me say, you look beautiful." "Thank you so much." "It's so fun to be here." "How are you feeling about your chances?" "It's a real honor to work for the criminal justice system and really just looking to have a good time." "I love you, Tribeca!" "Love you, too!" "All right, but you have to step up to the glam cam." "So, there's a lot riding on this case for..." "All right, guys, have a great trial." "Thank you." "Thanks, everyone." "Great seats, Tanner." "Yeah, my cousin, he's the bailiff." "Man." "Look at McLaren." "They completely cleaned him up for court." "He's a good kid." "Works hard, donates to charity, volunteers at an investment bank." "You remember what it's like to be young." "I played football." "I don't remember a thing." "All rise." "This is the City of Los Angeles vs. Aaron McLaren." "The Honorable Judge Gruff presiding." "You may be seated." "Don't worry." "We got this." "Gruff hates lawbreakers." "Mr. McLaren, please stand up and face the court." "You have been charged with fleeing the scene of a crime." "How do you plead?" "Not guilty, Your Honor." "You love badminton." "So what?" "I love it, too." "But at some point, you have to ask yourself," ""Is it worth a person's leg?"" "Is this the wheel that was recovered at the scene of the accident?" "Objection!" "Sustained!" "Sustained!" "Your Honor, I'd like to call one final witness..." "Detective Jay Geils." "Detective, we are gathered here for one thing and one thing only..." "Did Aaron McLaren flee the scene of the crime?" "You were there that day." "Did he flee?" "No." "There's no way he could have fled the scene of the crime." "There's no way he could have fled, because he's way too slow." "Wait." "What'd he say?" "He's slow on the court, he's slow off the court." "He's probably the slowest athlete I've ever met." "Hey, I ain't slow." "Aaron, you've got this." "Be quiet." "He's just so slow that there's no way he could've gotten out of there before anyone saw him." "I mean, this guy's a real load." "You want to see fast?" "I'll show you fast." "It's a trap!" "I hit that guy's truck, and I was out of there before the bones even popped out of his legs." "You ain't never seen a guy flee that fast!" "Order!" "Order!" "Objection, Your Honor!" "Your Honor, given the admission from the defendant, the state would like to invoke Nanny Nanny Foo Foo and move to immediate sentencing." "Motion granted." "Bailiff!" "Thank you." "What'd I..." "What'd I..." "What'd I say?" "Aah!" "He got the cuffs on tight." "You knew he'd crack." "Athletes have egos." "It was just a matter of time." "Pretty good police work..." "Lieutenant." "You still willing to get a beer with one of your cops?" "Sure." "I mean, until I make real lieutenant." "Then probably not."