Marcus asked softly, "How's it going?"
Luke gave a thumbs up, "Very good. Keep it up."
Marcus continued, "To the person inside, listen up, we've already identified you, we know what you've done, and the police haven't revealed your name in order to protect your privacy..."
With a "click," the door opened.
A curly-haired Caucasian man walked out, looking bewildered at the outside, "Wow, wow... what are you doing, why have you blocked off my house?
Hey, hey, don't point your guns at me...
I don't have any weapons."
This sudden move took the police by surprise, "LAPD!"
"Raise your hands."
"Don't come closer, put your hands on your head, get down on the ground."
"Don't move your hands, place them where I can see them..."
Amid the police's shouting, the curly-haired man seemed nervous and stammered, "Hey... I'm a good guy... I don't have any weapons.
I came out because I heard the shouting..."
