Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Is that real?

You saw Martinez's face, right?

- You said "Nope."

Yeah. He was mad as hell. -Mad.

You pissed him off. -What, me?

You.

How I pissed him off?

Oh, stop it. What are you talkin' about--

Any units in the vicinity

of the 1300 block of Lawrence Road,

possible trespassing and vagrancy.

Subject is a Black female with a shopping cart

wandering the area.

Sounds like crazy Vicky again.

Like clockwork.

10-4, dispatch. This is Unit 1220 responding.

We're in route.

Just tell those old ladies

to keep their Depends on, all right?

Copy that, Unit 1220.

Officer Latisha Ware to the rescue again,

saving one wayward soul at a time.

Quit giving me crap, Thomas. It's Black woman code.

But you ain't know nothing about that now, would you?

Is that right? - Yeah.

Anyway, where's that sandwich place again?

Just go up a block and make a right.

It's on the corner.

Okay. Whose turn? - Alright, it's my turn?

I'm gonna get you to make your move.

I got my move. Oh. -Hide your cards.

Fire in the hole. I've waited and...really.

It gotta go like that?

You gonna hurt today!

There she goes. - Yeah, that's her.

That is her.

You gonna handle this? - Yeah. I got it.

All right. -Hey.

What are you up to, Vicky?

Minding my business, Officer Ware.

Maybe so, but we got a call from the neighborhood watching,

they don't like you minding your business

around these parts.

Still a free country, ain't it?

Some seem to think so.

I tend to have my doubts at times.

But look, it's almost after 10:30.

Why don't you let me give you a lift to the shelter

before they lock up for the night?

No, thanks, I'm fine.

Ms. Vicky, look, I understand all that,

but there's nothing wrong with accepting a little help

every now and again. -I said I'm fine.

Hey! It's either that or jail. -Hey...

Why don't you let me handle this?

Handle it.

Woman, if you don't get your ass up in this car,

I'm gonna cite you for trespassing, vagrancy,

and getting on my goddamn nerves.

Fine. But I'm not leaving without my cans.

Uh, well, that's what trunks are for. Now let's go.

Let's go. I got you.

Let me grab your cans for you.

Okay.

Right over here, ma'am.

So, what's with you and that neighborhood, Vicky?

Every week, we get a call that you're walking that block.

I like the lawns. -

Well, you don't strike me as a green thumb type.

Because I'm homeless?

No, because you're an asshole.

I am who and where I choose to be.

Who would choose to be homeless?

Hey, drop it. We're here.

Hey, Maggie. We got a straggler.

Let me guess.

Thanks for the ride.

Yeah, don't mention it.

Ugh.

Let's go.

Got the cans.

Are you ever gonna swallow your pride

and start asking for help?

Maybe, when I actually need it.

Take the sandwich.

It's your favorite, mustard and meatball.

You got that on the way to pick me up?

Maybe. But I want you to remember

to keep your head up. -Okay, 2Pac,

give me the damn sandwich. -

I'll still write the damn ticket, Vicky.

You can, but who gonna pay it?

Your cans outside.

Thanks, Tish. Be seeing you.

You too, Thomas. -All right.

Have a good one, Maggie. - Uh-hmm.

Okay, Vicky.

Take them cans around back.

God, this crazy lady.

Why do you always go out of your way for that woman?

Uh, it's called compassion, Tom.

You should try it sometime.

Well, all my compassion is spent

on my two kids in college

along with everything else to my name.

But really, week after week for what?

Two years now.

We pick up crazy Vicky

and we drop her off at this shelter.

Why do we do it?

Because I almost was her.

You know, growing up in the system,

running from one foster home to another.

And if it wasn't for my husband, God rest his soul,

I'd probably be where she's at today.

Uh-hmm.

How's Kasey holding up?

You know, the typical way

that most teenagers deal with loss.

Acting out.

You know, I got a call from her school the other day

talking about she's skipping class.

What?

My God, I don't know what I'mma do with that girl.

Listen, she'll come around.

You just gotta-- you just gotta give her time.

That's what I'm trying to do.

Babe.

Babe, wake up. I think the power is out.

What?

My phone didn't charge

and the clock is off.

"Uh, good morning, Mom.

I'm going to school. Have a great day."

Are you done?

Good morning, Mom.

So you still have an attitude?

Well, it's not fair. -

Oh, grow up, Kasey.

Your decisions have consequences, okay?

That's just how life works.

You skip class,

you get grounded, period.

But it's homecoming. - Oh, I know.

And you'll be coming home, all right.

Now hurry up before you miss your bus.

You don't need another tardy

on your record.

Hey, where's your fine ass going?

School, Juan.

Now, we got something better. -Yeah.

You guys already got me grounded.

Your mom is too strict.

Now that's what you get when you're raised by a cop.

But hey...we got a new mark.

You found another house?

Uh, yeah. We about to go hit it up.

Are you in? -Come on.

Okay. But this is the last time.

Get in back, Ricky.

Yeah, unlock that for her.

Uh-hmm.

- Yeah.

There we go.

Thank you.

All right.

All right. Let's get it.

- Listen to the car go.

I really don't think you know how to drive.

Oh, gosh.

Breakfast is ready, Maggie.

Thank you, Lester.

Is everyone up and out of their bunks?

I think so.

Did you check the basement?

No. -

Okay. Well, go and make sure Victoria is up too.

I don't want her miss breakfast again.

Maggie, why do you continue

to let that weirdo stay down there?

She is not a weirdo.

And apparently, she likes the solitude.

Now go.

I've got a bad feeling about this.

Lester, come on now.

Yup. Lester do this. -Lord, have mercy.

Lester do that.

You could have had somebody else

come down these damn steps.

Get up!

I'm up! Get out!

Did you call the power company?

Looks like they're out there already working on it.

Thanks.