Fletcher semi-snaps Sam out of his "Oh crap, maybe I just died" panic by remarking that there's no way Angel shows up at the candlelight vigil, teeming as it is with people who'd like to kill him. Wrong again, friend -- someone in the mob bellows that he sees Angel, and indeed, the hunted handyman is peering down at the crowd from the very rooftop where the whole incident went down. Tough luck, Angel: your bold gamble of heading toward the danger might have paid off, save for the one fatal flaw in your plan -- it was a totally stupid thing to do.
As a cordon of uniformed officers holds back the remarkably easy-to-repel mob -- are these folks not starting off the day with a healthy breakfast or something? -- Sam and Fletcher beat feet to the rooftop. Carling and Hunt are already up there, with the two of them holding Angel at gunpoint. Now how the hell did those two get up there so fast? Did someone utter their names three times causing them to materialize in a puff of smoke and sulfur? No matter: Sam's decided to give us another thing to puzzle over -- as in, "What would happen if I drew my gun and trained it on Lieutenant Hunt?" An armed standoff is what. "You're pointing a gun at me?" Hunt asks in shocked disbelief. "At me? Have you died and gone to Moron Heaven?" Quite possibly. But Sam's immediate concerns right now are A) making sure neither Carling nor Hunt caps Angel and B) proving Angel's innocence in Keisha's death. C) Wondering whether the suspension or brutal beatdown will happen first is just going to have to be tabled for now.
Carling orders Sam to stop pointing his gun at Hunt; Sam declines until he's sure that the lieutenant won't kill Angel. So that gun's going to stay trained on him then, since Hunt has no interest in hearing what Angel has to say: "It ain't my bedtime," Hunt sneers. "And I'm not interested in fairy tales." "I am," Sam retorts. And so here's the story of The Building Superintendent Who Didn't Actually Kill That Little Girl. Angel was up on the roof painting, and Keisha was up there as she usually was -- happier than usual, Angel notes, as she had caught a butterfly. But then a gust of wind came up and blew her butterfly away. Keisha gave chase across the roof until she reached the edge whereupon she became an unwitting example of Newton's First Law of Motion. Angel tried to grab at her as she went over the side, but all he wound up with was that swatch of dress. "God forgive me, I wasn't fast enough," Angel sobs. There, now don't you feel badly for judging Angel guilty? Carling and Hunt seem to, since they've dropped their weapons. Oh, Carling isn't totally sold -- "This turd is pulling our heartstrings here" -- but Fletcher says the words we all dream of saying to Carling -- "Shut up, Ray" -- and it seems the non-murder of Keisha Davies has been wrapped up with no loose ends whatsoever. Well, except for that angry mob downstairs that is unlikely to give Angel's alibi such a sympathetic hearing. "The only thing that can end this is justice," Hunt mutters. "And you want me to tell a story about a little girl and a butterfly." Well, yeah, Sam says, since it's the truth and all. "Angel dying is the only truth people want to hear," Hunt replies. I'd say that bodes ill for you, Angel. Sam protests that Hunt must believe in Angel's innocence. "It doesn't matter what I believe," Hunt sighs, as he raises his weapon. Well, let's see what your gun believes, then. "Bang," is what the gun has to say. Well, at least it shut up the mob downstairs.