Had a thought of Harry and Kim in Brooklyn Nine-Nine's Backstreet Boys scene.

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At Precient 41, a number of young gang members were lined up while Detectives Du Bois and Kitsuragi take position behind an invisible glass. One of the gang members had shot and killed a rival gang member at a bar the previous night that Kitsuragi happened to be in.

You: "Ok Kim, any of these guys look familiar?"

Detective Kitsuragi turns away to avoid eye-contact.

Kim: "Well, to be honest detective, I wasn't able to get a good look at the perp."

Composure: Correction, his eyesight is failing him again. All these gang members look too similar to him.

Empathy: Do not bring this up.

You: "Okay, well, how are we supposed to identify the killer?"

Kim: "Well...I did hear him singing along to the music playing at the bar."

Endurance: At least his ears are working.

Logic: Wait, the killer was singing along to a song before or after they shot someone?

Rhetoric: Does it really matter?

You: "Do you remember what he was singing?"

Kim: "It was that pop song, 'I Want it That Way'"

Encyclopedia: Backstreet Boys, you are familiar.

Visual Calculus: There are five members of that band and you just happen to have five gang members here.

Inland Empire: You can see it now...the boy band performing here at Precinct 41.

Drama Check: Godly: Make them sing.

Success!

Drama: Be direct. Be cold. Say it in a way that will make this go as fast as possible.

You: "Number One, could you please sing the opening to 'I Want it That Way'?"

Number One: "Really? Okay."

Half Light: That was surprisingly easy.

Number One: "You are my fire"

Esprit de Corps: Kim is showing no signs. Elsewhere in the Precient, Torson and McLaine are laughing while Jean Vicquemare sighs.

You: "Number Two, keep it going."

Number Two: "The one desire"

Perception: Wait, did he harmonize with Number One?

You: "Number Three?"

Number Three: "Believe when I say"

Reaction Speed: This is...keep it going!

You: "Number Four!"

Number Four: "I want it that way"

Electrochemistry: You want IN on whatever this is!

You: "Tell me why!"

Numbers One-Five: "Ain't nothin' but a heartache."

You: "Tell me why!"

Numbers One-Five: "Ain't nothin' but a mistake."

You: "Now Number Five."

Number Five: "I never wanna hear you say."

You: "WOOOO!!"

Numbers One-Five: "I want it that way."

Shivers: Chills. Literal chills.

Suggestion: Perhaps you can convince these youths to start a band themselves? With the right management, they could make it big.

Kim: "Number Five."

You: "Huh?"

Kim: "Number Five was the shooter."

Authority: DO NOT TELL HIM YOU FORGOT.