A routine traffic stop. One lie, then another. Suddenly, it's handcuffs, drugs in the car, shouting in the parking lot, and everyone realizes too late that the chance to walk away is already gone. >> You're driving. >> Why didn't you tell me that? >> Because I'm scared. I'm sorry. >> That's okay. I'm just wondering why you told me suspended. All right. >> I don't have my license. >> Well, if you got a temporary permit, it's technically a license. >> I just got scared and said I don't have a license. Okay. Well, no need to be scared. Promise you, you're completely fine. Here's this gentleman to you. >> Your boyfriend. How long have you two been together? Is this car registered [clears throat] to you? It's not. Who's it registered to? >> Oh, it's a rental. Is it?