Trudeau Memorial, formerly Andy's House Of Beef, formerly The Loneliest Precinct House In The World. A uniformed officer backs Raige against one of those cop height charts while Darryl ruefully averts his gaze. He's probably upset that Raige chose to accessorize her tasteful black scoop-necked top with the filmy, shredded remnants of a chartreuse shroud. Lord knows I am. Upset, that is. Not chartreuse. For those of you consumed by Charmed trivia, I should note the height chart indicates that Raige is five feet six inches tall. For the rest of you, I should note that the filmy chartreuse remnants seem to have a will of their own. The bits collected on Raige's left side migrate frequently between her shoulder and her breast throughout the following scene. Darryl sends the uniform in search of some film for Raige's mug shots so that his wispy goatee can engage in a private round of urgent whispering with the alleged felon. Raige hisses that she's innocent, that something demonic must be afoot, and that Darryl should therefore make the charges against her disappear. Darryl can't do that. Because he's now a lieutenant, his actions are subject to more rigorous levels of scrutiny from his superiors. Just go with it. Also, Darryl stammers with atrocious grammar, "This is legal problems. I-I-I-I can't just make those go away." Shave, moron, while I remind the audience of the time you hid a corpse, the time you swiped damning evidence from a crime scene, and the time you lied about the mysterious, mid-investigation disappearance of a colleague. And those are just the three examples that popped into my head right away. Can't make legal problems go away? My ass you can't make legal problems go away. Raige fortuitously puzzles out a connection between Phoebe's lawsuit, Piper's dilemma, and her own accident as the flatfoot returns with film for the camera. Raige grimaces miserably as the shutter snaps, but she still ends up with an absolutely stunning mug shot. Choke on that, Nolte.