OK, so it turns out this little lady is Angel's special someone which Father Sobotka had referred to earlier. And after taking her back to the precinct and plying her with sandwiches and milk ("High in niacin and calcium," Hunt says, eyeing the lady's baby bump), she's still not cooperating with the police investigation, even after Sam emphasizes to her that roving mobs are trying to find Angel and that the police might be his only chance for safety. She just keeps nibbling on her sandwich. "You eating for two or for two hundred?" Carling scoffs. Yeah, make the pregnant lady feel self-conscious about her weight gain -- that'll get her talking. Maybe we should let Fletcher take a stab at using his charms on this witness. Indeed, Fletcher gives her the whole I-never-knew-my-dad-and-is-that-something-you-want-for-your-unborn-kid spiel, and soon Angel's special lady is giving up the intel: Angel's heading to the candlelight vigil for Keisha to pay his respects. Which, while certainly gallant, is not the most strategically savvy move for a fugitive from justice in both its formal and street forms. The detectives disperse, leaving Sam and Annie to stare awkwardly at Angel's girlfriend. "Know what you're having?" Sam asks, pointing at her belly. Uh, a baby? No, no -- Sam means the gender. There you go again, Tyler, with your late 20th Century ideas about prenatal care -- frankly, I'm surprised the mother-to-be isn't knocking back scotches and puffing on a cigarette to take the edge off. ("It picks the baby up, while it calms him down.") But the girlfriend would like to speak metaphorically for a moment, with your permission: "Actually, I do know what I'm having. I'm having an angel." So this is one of those immaculate conception thingies?

Let's go vigiling by candlelight. The citizens thoughtfully suspend their rioting in order to stand about and look sad while "Anywhere in Glory" wails on the soundtrack. Sam and Fletcher show up about the same time as their new friends from the BLA arrive on the scene; Sam surmises that they are there to do more than just grieve. Then something weird happens -- on this show? Yeah, I know -- and Sam starts hearing voices. More specifically, he starts hearing voices of friends and relations telling him how much they're going to miss him -- as if he's the guest of honor at his very own candlelight vigil 35 years in the future. As we begin the Machine That Goes Ping, Sam starts noticing that many of the signs at this vigil seem to be less about Keisha and more about him. Sam picks up a paper, and if the grinning mug of George W. Bush is anything to go by, it's not one that was printed in 1973. Perhaps more troubling is one of the headlines: "Hero Cop Killed In Line of Duty." Ruh-roh.