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[beeping]

[upbeat music]

[beeping]

[knock on window]
- Morning.

Ready for our run?
- Yeah.

Just let me hit the mouthwash.

♪ ♪

- Celina told me you
were living in your car,

but she did not tell me
how cool it was.

- [chuckles] Well, I wish
it was a little less cool

and a little bit
more comfortable.

- I hear that.

But at least you don't have
a rodent problem.

Last week, a rat tried
to bum a cigarette off me

while I was in the bathtub.

I finally got the landlord
to call in some guys

for what he called
an aggressive intervention,

so Celina's letting me
sleep over for a few days.

- Is, uh,
Lucy OK with that?

- Yeah, totally.

What?
- No--no, nothing.

She's happy to have you.

She just doesn't want it to be,
like, a permanent thing.

- No way.
I love my place.

Or I will once my own
houseguests are gone.

- Yeah, well, at this point,

I'd be happy to share an
apartment with a few critters

if it came with indoor
plumbing.

Shall we?

- Go!
- Wait! Hey! Not fair!

[energetic upbeat music]

- Wait!

♪ ♪

- Sorry.
Parking was a nightmare.

I'm almost there.

- Oh, great.
We're both running late.

Fantastic first impression.

- I'm sure the social worker
will understand.

- We're asking her
to trust us with a baby.

We need to be perfect.

Oh, I--I see her.
I gotta go.

- Bye.

♪ ♪

Oh, no.

- Ms. Greer.

Hi, I am so sorry I'm late.

- Don't worry about it.
Parking here is awful.

One minute.

I just need to respond
to this email.

- Oh, yeah.
- It's always something.

- Ms. Greer,
so nice to see you.

I am so sorry that we're late.

- Of course.
Thank you for meeting me here.

It is such a nice day,
I figured we could sit outside?

- No.

No, my allergies
are just very--

do you mind if we sit inside?

- Uh, sure, I guess.

Um, whatever
makes you comfortable.

- Thanks.
- OK.

- What's wrong with you?

[gasps] Oh, God.

- This place has
the best muffins.

- I love muffins.
Can you show me?

- ♪ Whoa, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ I'm gonna win for you ♪

♪ Like I know
you want me to do ♪

- So the good news is we are
now up to two dozen members

and we are branching out.

So Leonard in West LA,
Singer in Southwest,

and Thorsen up
in North Hollywood

are all putting together
a list of cops who they believe

would be able to take a stand
for police reform.

- Are there any rumors
about pushback?

- Not yet.

So far, we've managed
to stay under the radar,

but it won't last.

- That's when the pressure
campaign will start.

They'll accuse us of being woke
and betraying the badge.

- Any possibility that
that's already started?

And that the billboard
calling me out

for being a dirty cop
is the pushback,

trying to undercut us
before we get started?

- Well, billboards are
not cheap.

And most likely, they would
come after all of us.

Whoever did this billboard
seems like they hate only you.

- Who would hate me?

- Dozens of people
currently sitting in prison.

- Fair enough.

- And there's no way
that we can just

get the billboard taken down?

I mean--

- I mean,
it's not technically libel.

They're just asking a question.

- Yeah, a question that's
gonna keep us from adopting.

[dramatic music]

So your first solo ride.
Are you nervous?

- You know, I'm looking forward
to it, actually.

There's a certain freedom
that comes with

making all my own decisions.

- Good.
You're gonna do great.

And we're all just
a radio call away.

- Oh, I'm just a call away
for you, too.

♪ ♪

- Everything OK?
- Uh...

Luna got Rachel an interview
at the hospital,

but she didn't show up.

- That's not like Rachel.

- I mean, it didn't used to be.

But now, I--[sighs]
I don't know.

I-I feel like something has
been off ever since New York.

- Look, I'm sure she'd talk
to you if something was wrong.

- I'm not sure she would.

I mean, as soon
as she moved out,

it just feels like
she's been avoiding me.

Do you think maybe
we should talk to her?

- I mean, that--
that sounds more like

a best friend situation than
an ex-boyfriend situation.

- Oh, thanks for the support.

- Yeah, anytime.

- [scoffs]
- Let's go, Boot.

- Would you care for
my two cents?

- Yes, always.

- If she's going through
something,

knowing someone cares might
be exactly what she needs.

[soft upbeat guitar music]

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

- Hi.
- Hi.

I totally forgot to tell you

the cable guy is coming
to fix the Wi-Fi today.

Could you let him in?
- Yeah, of course.

All I'm doing today
is finishing up this song

about this super-sexy girl.

- Hold that thought.

I gotta arrest a guy.
[siren wailing]

OK, sorry.

You were saying something
about a sexy girl who--

- It was gonna be about how

she lights up the room
with her beautiful smile,

but now it's about how
she wields her fists of fury.

- Ooh, hold that thought.
[siren starts wailing]

Well, why can't I be both?

You know, a girl that can light
up a room and also kick butt?

- Oh, that you can.

Listen, I want to
make a demo of this,

but I don't have
any of my gear.

Is it OK if I bring over some
of my sound system from home?

- A sound system?
That sounds like a whole thing.

- No, it's totally
noninvasive, I promise.

- Oh, boy.
I gotta go.

[tires screeching]

♪ ♪

- Are you showing off?

- No, sir.
Just got lucky.

- Well, keep it up.
- Yes, sir.

♪ ♪

- Eyes up, Boot.

- Sorry, sir.

I just had a momentary
weakening of spirit.

I was looking at apartments,

hoping they had
magically gotten cheaper.

- I thought
you were gonna hold off

till after you graduated
from the FTO program.

- Oh, yes, sir.

My nana always said
you can't get lard

unless you borrow the hog.

Meaning you gotta do the
hard work to get what you want.

If I spend the next year
saving money,

I should be able
to afford a decent place.

- That's admirable.

Yeah, too many people
these days subscribe

to the "treat yo-self"
school of self-care.

- As opposed to the
monastic life you live?

No disrespect intended.

I aspire to a level
of discipline--

- Boot,
stop while you're behind.

- Yes, sir.

- Just call her.

- You're right.
Thank you.

[FaceTime ringing]

- Hey. How are you?

- Hey, I'm good.

Um, I--I heard that
you missed your interview

at the hospital this morning.

Are you--are you OK?

- That was so embarrassing.

They sent out a Gmail after
I scheduled the interview,

but I use Outlook.

The wires must have
gotten crossed

and it landed
on the wrong date.

- Oh, OK.

Well, I--I bet you
Luna would appreciate a call.

- Absolutely.
On it.

I should go.
Crazy day.

- Oh.

That was weird.

She was weird, right?

- I don't know her well enough
to answer that.

But it did seem
a little overexplaining

with a side order
of forced cheerfulness.

- Exactly.

[engine revving]

[tense music]

- Control, we have a 23-103

headed north
on Benedict Canyon.

♪ ♪

[siren whooping]

♪ ♪

Expired plates.

[keyboard tapping]

- Belongs to a Viggo Nash.
It's clear and valid.

- All right.
Let's check it out.

[motorcycle revving]

[metallic click]

- Ah!

[tense music]

[car alarm blaring]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey, fill us in.

- Uh, the victim's name
is Viggo Nash.

He's a Las Vegas native.

Moved to Boyle Heights with his
wife, Sadie, about a year ago.

- Any idea what he was doing
in this neighborhood?

- No, but he does have
a record in Vegas.

Several misdemeanors,
and one armed robbery.

But nothing since
he moved to LA.

- Nothing that we know of.

Any luck on the bike?

- No. It's a red Ducati 1198.

No plates.
We got a BOLO out.

- I sent Waters to put eyes
on the victim's house

until Nolan and Chan can
make the death notification.

- All right, go.

I will reach out to Vegas PD

and see if they can give us
any context on our victim.

[hip-hop music playing]

- Hey, Officer,
what's going on?

Hold up.

♪ ♪

Penn?
Is that you?

- AJ?
- [laughs]

- AJ, how you doing, man?
It's been a minute.

- It sure has.

Man, look at you
rocking that LAPD uniform.

- Look at me? Look at you!
- [chuckles]

- Word on the street is

you taking the Chargers
all the way to the Super Bowl.

- Yeah, man, it's a great team.

A lot of talent on that field, man.

But hey, I got some, uh,

folks stopping by the house
later tonight.

You should come by.

I mean, unless you got work.

- My shift ends at 6:00,
but then I'm free.

- [chuckles] Love that.
- All right, man.

- [chuckles]
- It's good seeing you.

- Yeah, man.

[engine turns over]

[engine revving]

[engine roaring away]

- Was that AJ Knox?

- Yes, sir.
I take it you're a fan?

- I mean,
I've only watched every snap

he's taken with the Chargers.

He's the reason you guys won
that college championship.

- Oh, don't I know it.
AJ's got a golden arm.

And a $100 million contract.

And he's driving my dream car.

- Stings a little?
- Nah.

Nah, I'm good.

I'm saving lives
and he's playing a game.

[FaceTime ringing]

- Hey.
This isn't a good time.

- Just a quick question.

Is it OK if I flip the couch
around just temporarily?

- Uh, I guess so, but why?

- I'm not getting the
full perceptual nuance I need.

- Oh, my God.

Is that my living room?

Well, I--I--I thought you said
it was noninvasive.

Why are the speakers so huge?

- I'm so glad you asked.

It's because bigger speakers

are more sensitive
than smaller ones.

They suppress less
of midrange and treble.

You get more of
an even frequency response.

Mm!

- Get them out.

Before Lucy gets home,
they better be gone.

- OK, but you're missing out

on a truly satisfying
aural experience.

- Whatever.

Wait, did the cable guy
ever come fix the Wi-Fi?

- Yeah.
He was useless.

I told him I'd handle it.

- And did you?

- No.

But I will.

♪ ♪

- That's the bike.

I gotta go.
- What?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Control, 7-Lincoln-13.

I need a couple more units
for an ATL.

I have the suspect motorcycle
on the 246,

located at the victim's house.

- Copy.
Attaching units

for an attempt to locate
on the 246 suspect.

♪ ♪

7-Adam-15 is five minutes out.

They are advising
you wait to enter.

[person screaming inside house]
- Negative, control.

Signs of distress
coming from inside.

I'm making entry.
Please alert responding units.

♪ ♪

Police!

I'm in the house!

Come out and your hands
better be empty!

♪ ♪

[object clattering]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

You're OK.
Everything's OK.

♪ ♪

Control, 7-Lincoln-13.

Requesting an RA
at my location.

I have a female victim.

She's semi-conscious
and breathing.

Clear signs of torture.

I--
[footsteps thudding]

[door slams]

OK, I hear the suspect
fleeing the house, back door.

I--I have to stay
with the victim.

Where's my backup?

[sirens wailing]

♪ ♪

[engine grinding]

♪ ♪

- Police!
Put your hands up!

Do it now!

[metallic click]

- Grenade!

[high-pitched ringing]

[car alarms wailing]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Control, our 187 suspect's
fled the scene

after trying to kill us
with a grenade.

Black pants, black jacket,
striped helmet.

Mobilize airship and backup.

You OK?
- No, I'm pissed off.

It's not in our job description
to be dodging grenades.

Are you OK?

- Eh.

[indistinct chatter]

- Thank you.

Nice work
disabling the motorcycle.

- Thank you.

Uh, she's stable and they're
taking her to St. Stephen.

- Did she identify
her attacker?

- No, she wasn't conscious.
He was clearly torturing her.

- So the bike is registered
to Mac Wheeler,

known associate of Viggo Nash.

They've pulled a number of jobs
together over the years.

- I guess they had
a falling out.

- Mack threw a grenade
at Viggo.

Why not take out the wife
the same way?

- Maybe Viggo was a rush job
because we pulled him over.

- Or maybe he's worried about
what he'll say to the cops.

- Seems likely.

[bus approaching]
- Oh, Nolan.

- Oh, come on.

[quirky music]

[camera shutters clicking]
Seriously?

- Well, it's for reference.

And the group chat.
[chuckles]

♪ ♪

- All right.
Thanks.

The wife is in bad shape.

Traumatic brain injury,
broken facial bones,

and a ruptured spleen.

She won't be able to talk
any time soon.

I'm gonna double
the security detail

once she's out of surgery.

- That's a good call.

I know that is not what
I think it is.

♪ ♪

And why would they
use that picture?

- This was more fun
when it was just Nolan.

♪ ♪

- Well, this is good news.

- I fail to see how.

- OK.
[clears throat]

Nolan's bus ad
crosses the line.

Fun fact, it was meant
to be a question mark,

but the printer screwed up
and put a period instead.

Which is great for us
because it states

that his alleged corruption is
a fact rather than a question,

a fact that is provably untrue

and, because
you're a public officer,

is libel, slander,
and defamation of character.

- You have been investigated
by IA.

- Yeah, and exonerated.

- Which is the important part.

The preponderance of evidence
is heavily in your favor.

- OK, what about us?
Ours is just a question.

- Yeah, yours, uh,
is--is trickier.

- Meaning there's nothing
you can do?

- For now.

- But it does say something
about who's behind this, right?

If it's a criminal,

it's someone all three of us
put away.

- I'll start
putting together a list.

- I'll subpoena the advertising
company, see who paid for them.

- Howdy.

Today's reports.

Every I dotted,
every T crossed.

Just view and approve.

- That was fast.

You got big plans tonight?

- AJ invited me over.

- Yeah, that sounds like fun,
but, uh--[chuckles]

RP on the unattended
death case,

I don't see a transcript
of her statement.

- It's a 911 call.

- You need
a separate statement.

Do it by phone.
It'll take you 15 minutes.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Having trouble?
- Yeah, a little.

I'm exhausted.

- Tell me about it.

- What happened to your face?

- Oh, that was
grenade number two.

- There's a grenade number one?

[door opens]

- Ms. Greer.

Did we have something scheduled
for today?

- No.

Well, I was driving home

and I saw a billboard
with your face on it.

And a bus.

And an ad on top
of the taxi.

I don't know what
that's called.

- [chuckles]
Yeah, I can explain that.

- I can't wait.

[quirky tense music]

- [chuckles uncomfortably]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ The pressure's on ♪

- ♪ The pressure's on ♪

♪ The pressure's on ♪

♪ Do double time ♪

♪ Get in the zone ♪

♪ The pressure's on ♪

♪ The pressure's, uh, yeah ♪

- Hold on there, partner.

- I know you?
- No, sir.

I'm friends with the homeowner,
AJ.

We used to play ball together.
He invited me to stop by.

- I'm gonna need to frisk you.

- Yeah,
that ain't gonna happen.

I'm an off-duty cop.

I got my piece on my hip
and joy in my soul.

Seriously, you ain't gonna
put your hands on me.

[upbeat hip-hop music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

- AJ say anything to you
about a cop coming by?

- Yeah.
Yeah, let him in.

- ♪ This is it ♪

- Thank you kindly.

- Sean Larson.

- Miles Penn.

- This way.

- ♪ Get in the zone ♪

♪ The pressure's on,
the pressure's on ♪

- Nice party.

- It's not a party.
It's a Tuesday.

- And sadly, I haven't met
Taylor yet, but huge fan.

Oh, there he is.
[laughs]

I see you already met Sean,
my childhood best friend.

- Currently his personal
trainer and chief of staff.

- That's just a fancy way of
saying he makes my smoothies.

[laughter]

We needed a title
for tax purposes.

- This house is, uh--
it's ridiculous.

- I know.

Hey, you gonna
hang all night, right?

- Yeah, for a while.
I'm off tomorrow.

- Hey, yo, man,
I got plenty of rooms,

rooms I don't even go in.

[chuckling] All right?
So just pick a bed and crash.

That way,
you can just enjoy yourself.

You deserve it.

- Yeah.

Yeah, you know what? I do.
- AJ.

- Ah, it's interview time.
Hey, come with me.

♪ ♪

Thank you.

[exhales deeply]
How do I look?

- Like you're
living your dream.

- [laughs]

- Hey, AJ.

The guys are almost
ready for you.

- Thanks.
We're good to go on this end.

[dynamic music]

- AJ, thanks
for taking the time.

- Always a pleasure.

- How's the offseason going?
- Great.

Getting my two-a-days in,

trying to get a little more
lean, a little more nimble.

- All right,
the draft is coming up.

If you were the GM,
who would you pick?

- Are you trying to get me
in trouble with the boss?

[laughs] I got to get
at least one Super Bowl ring

before I can make
personnel decisions.

[chuckles]
Look, it's no secret

that I could use better
protection on the blind side.

And a little more depth
at RB wouldn't hurt.

In fact, I wish I could hand
it off to this beast again.

You remember Miles Penn,
my old college running back?

[chuckles]

Now he's a big-time cop
here in LA.

- Of course,
we did a whole story

on the untimely end
of your college career.

- Yeah, well--[clears throat]

Thank you for bringing that up.

But it was the best thing that
could have happened to me.

- Right. Well, Miles,
thank you for your service.

AJ, you brought up
the Super Bowl.

The Chargers are the favorites
to win it all.

- Hey, anything can happen.

- But there was a corruption
investigation?

- Yes, but that was
because I was being framed

by another cop,
Nick Armstrong.

- John was a hero.

- What can you tell me
about the incident

during the honeymoon?

- There was a small
hostage situation.

- Weird fluke.
You know how those happen.

- Weren't you held hostage
on a bus recently?

Starting to sound like a habit.

- Well, I--I mean

I'm sure you've placed children
with first responders before.

I mean,
we all got crazy stories.

- Yours are in
another stratosphere.

- Huh.
- [chuckles]

- I understand your ex-husband
passed away recently.

- That is correct.

- I'm so sorry for your loss.

May I ask what happened,
how he died?

- He was shot by a hitman.

Which I--I know
that sounds bad.

And you're probably
going to ask about

when I drowned in that tank,

but--
- I'm sorry, what tank?

- Uh, you know--[chuckles]

That was--that sounds
far more dramatic than it was.

- Maybe it would be quicker
to talk about

the workdays
you didn't almost die.

[soft tense music]

♪ ♪

- Those don't look
like the usual duties

for a chief of staff.

- You know,
this room is off-limits.

- Does AJ know
you're palming his jewelry?

- AJ said I could borrow it.

- All of it?

Even that ice around your neck?

- Now, these were a gift.

- OK.

- Why am I getting
the third degree?

I mean, you're not on duty.

- Just looking out for my QB.

- That's my job now.

So why don't you go enjoy

a glimpse of the life
you threw away?

And make sure
to check out that pool deck.

Just don't get any ideas
jumping from that roof again.

♪ ♪

- Well, I think
I have what I need

unless there's another
near-death experience

or a toxic family member

or criminal arch-nemesis
I need to know about?

- No, I think you pretty much

covered them all
in great detail.

- Hmm.
[sighs]

- Listen, you both are brave,
dedicated people,

and I can see the love
that you have for each other.

I have no doubt in my mind
about your characters.

But there's no adoption agency
in the world

that would consider you
given the extreme amount

of danger you have
in your lives.

I'm sorry.

[somber music]

- ♪ Just pull up, pull up ♪

♪ Around, around all day ♪

♪ Pull up ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[upbeat pop music playing]

♪ ♪

- No, we just got here.

- We don't have to leave,
all right.

Let's just go somewhere
more quiet.

- I didn't come here for quiet.
I came here to dance.

- Hey, you're Lucy's friend, right?

- Do I know you?

- I'm Miles.
I work with Lucy and Tim.

I'm the new rookie.

- Right.

- Hey.

We're talking.

- Doesn't seem like
she's interested.

- Why don't you back off?

- Walk away and do not
speak to her again.

[indistinct chatter]

- Thanks.
- Anytime.

- So what, uh, brings a cop
to a party like this?

- A strange drive
to humiliate myself, I guess.

- OK.

- ♪ It's my time ♪

- [gasps] Ah!
I love this song!

[laughs]

- Yes, um--uh, yeah,
it's great, but, um,

it's almost 4:00 a.m.
and I'm about to turn in.

- Oh, come on, one more dance.

- No, how about I give you
a ride home instead?

- Boring.

- ♪ My time,
my time to shine ♪

- Hey!

♪ ♪

[phone ringing]

- [sighs]

What happened?

- Hey, so I'm at this party.

You know AJ Knox,
the Chargers quarterback?

- Dude, if you call me
this late at night

to talk football--
- No, no, no, no.

Sorry, the thing is, uh,

your friend Rachel is here,

and maybe I'm overreacting,
but--

- Miles, say what
you're gonna say, man.

- She's wasted.
All right?

And I tried to offer her
a ride home,

but she said no and I don't
want to just leave her here,

but I'm worried somebody's
gonna take advantage of her.

- I got it.

Will you just text me
the address?

And I will head over there
right now.

- All right. Thank you.
- No, thank you.

Thank you so much.
Thanks for looking out for her.

[eerie music on tv]

- There's something in here.

- Ooh.
Sorry, is it too loud?

- No, no, not at all.

Wait, did somebody
scream earlier?

- That was me.
Ghosts are scary.

- Rodge fixed the Wi-Fi.

- Yeah,
I updated your firmware

and I added a wireless repeater
to supercharge your speed.

And--
- Where are you going?

- Actually,
Rachel is partying in Bel-Air,

and apparently,
she needs help, so.

- Uh, do you need company?

- [chuckling]
No, no. It's OK.

- Well, I, for one, would feel
better if you had some backup.

- Oh.

And what exactly would you do
if things went sideways?

- Oh, I'm gonna let Celina and
her fists of fury handle it.

- [laughs] OK.

- I wrote a song about it.
I'll sing it to you on the way.

- Awesome.

[quirky tense music]

- Ooh, what about this one?

Margarita Lehrer voted
number one adoption attorney

in Southern California.

Margarita says,

"I can help make your family's
dreams come true."

- Does she specialize
in dangerous adoptive parents?

- We're not dangerous.

Our lives are just--

- Full of danger.

Look, let's say we ignore
the agency's concerns

and we hire a lawyer.

The way adoptions work today,

the birth mother would still
have to pick us,

you know, over all the other

candidates who don't
risk their lives every day.

And then let's say
we get a baby,

and heaven forbid
something happens to one of us

or both of us.

What then?

I mean, it's not like we have
any family that can help out.

- You have Pete.

- Like I said,
there would be no help.

I mean, maybe the social worker
is right.

I spend my days
running towards gunfire

and you spend your days
literally running into fire.

We both love our jobs.

- Some people
go their entire lives

without finding their passions.

- Right. I found my passion.

And then I found you.

And I wake up every day
and I think to myself,

I am the luckiest guy
in the world.

- [sighs] We do have
a great life, don't we?

- We really do.

- Then why do I feel so sad?

[upbeat hip-hop music playing]

[doorbell rings]

♪ ♪

- Hello.

- New uniforms?

- This is not
official business.

We're just here
to look for a guest.

It'll only take a minute.

Thank you.
[clears throat]

♪ ♪

- I don't have a badge,
but I am with them.

I just came with them.

Celina!

- Oh, uh, he's with me.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

- Rachel.

- Lucy!

- Hello.
- Hi! What are you doing here?

[gasps]
Oh, are you here with Mitch?

- Miles.

- Yeah, I thought
you learned your lesson

about dating at work.

But, hey, I get it.

He looks like
he knows his way around.

- No, no. No more of that--
- Celina!

[both chuckle]

And guy I don't know.

- That's my boyfriend, Rodge.

- Oh!
Hi, Boyfriend Rodge.

You guys look like
you could use some drinks.

- Well, I mean, Rach,
the sun is out.

I mean, the bartender's
probably gone home.

- She seems mostly fine,
thank God.

This house is amazing.
- Mm.

- Wonder what kind of speakers
he's got.

- Ah.

♪ ♪

- "She seems fine."

Are you here to check up on me?

- OK, so Miles called.

And, um, after what happened at
the hospital this morning, I--

I admit I was worried.

- Don't be.

- OK.

- I can take care of myself.

- OK.

- Ooh, OK.
So now what do we do?

♪ ♪

- We need to find her.

- No, no.
Look, look, listen, listen.

I am not backing out.

I'm just saying
maybe we wait a beat.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

There's a complicating factor.

- [sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

- [chuckles] Morning.

How'd you sleep?

- I didn't.

There's a whole party
still going on.

- Nah, Duncan's
cleaning out the stragglers.

Hey, you want some
of this protein coffee?

Sean special-orders the beans
from Colombia.

I'm sure it's costing me
an arm and a leg.

- Maybe later.

Hey, listen, about Sean.

I caught him palming some
of your stuff last night.

He tried to play it off like
you was loaning it to him,

but, uh--
- [laughs] Yeah.

He thinks he's slick.

- Wait, so you--you know
that he's stealing from you?

- Well, he calls it borrowing,
and I let him.

But I don't leave
any of the good stuff around

where he can get to it.

- You're already paying him.

He shouldn't be skimming, too.

And the people who were
hanging out in your house

basically trashed the place.

They ain't your friends, AJ.

They should have more respect
for you.

- I know.

I was alone a lot growing up.

My mom worked two jobs

and the apartment was barely
big enough for the two of us.

No way I could have
friends over.

I just remember thinking
one day, I'm gonna be rich.

I'm gonna
throw the best parties

and everyone is gonna wanna
hang out at my house.

Look, the Chargers gave me
a $100 million deal.

No way I could spend that
much money in two lifetimes.

But I like to have
people around.

And if that means
I gotta keep the drinks flowing

and put some people
on the payroll,

I'm cool with that.

- I get that.

But if something crazy goes
down at one of these parties,

it's gonna be your name
in the headline.

It's your life and career
on the line.

Not Sean's.

You gotta be careful
who you let get close.

- You volunteering?

[both chuckle]
- Nah, man.

I already got a job.

- Yeah, but does it pay 300k?

Because that's the salary
I'd start you on

to come run my security detail.

- Uh, I mean, that--[chuckles]

That is some real money, but--

- Hey, no, no.
Don't say no just yet, man.

Just think about it.

All of this.

My lifestyle...

[soft dramatic music]

Would be your lifestyle.

♪ ♪

- His name is Mac Wheeler.

My husband pulled a few jobs
with him in Vegas.

- Why did he torture you?

- To see if Viggo told
anyone else about the job

they were supposed to pull.

Before Viggo got cold feet.

- What job?

- Robbing some
rich guy's house.

Viggo thought
it was supposed to be

just a straight-up robbery,
but then he found out

there was more to it,
so he told Wheeler he was out.

- More to it like what?

- I don't know,
but it must have been bad

because Viggo
and his guilty conscience.

He was going to the guy's house
to warn him.

When Wheeler caught him
and blew him up.

♪ ♪

- Ma'am, do you have any idea
of who the target might be?

- [sniffles]

Some football star.

[tense somber music]

AJ Knox.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

A bowling alley?
God, how big is this place?

Every time I feel like
we've searched it all,

we find another room.

- You know,
maybe Rachel took an Uber home.

- [sighing] Oh, God.

[phone buzzing]
- Hey, I gotta take this.

- Yeah.

Hey.

- Hey. Is Rachel with you?

- No. Are you here?
- Well, yeah.

We've been looking for her,

but she must have gone to
ground or passed out somewhere.

- Morning, my brothers.

Today's smoothie is
strawberry spinach.

- With bee pollen?
- Yes, sir.

- No, thanks.
I'm allergic to strawberries.

- Sorry, what?

- Nothing.
I--I wasn't talking to you.

[phone beeping]
Hold on. Harper's calling me.

I'm gonna go look when I--
when I'm free, a'ight?

- Oh.
[phone beeps]

OK.

- Hey.

- I heard you're
at AJ Knox's place.

- Yeah?

- We think he's being targeted
by a home invasion crew.

- What?

- And there's an inside man.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- He drugged the smoothies!
I gotta go! Send--send backup!

Sean, show me your hands!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Relax, relax.

♪ ♪

- Come on!
We gotta go.

[gunfire]

Let's go.

[gunfire]

♪ ♪

- Oh, thank God.

Jeez.

- I sang her a lullaby
and she passed right out.

- Oh.

[gunfire outside]
- Was that--

- Yes.
Lock the door and barricade it.

[tense music]

- [panting]

I don't understand.

- Sean sold you out.
I don't know why.

But that home invasion crew
means business.

♪ ♪

You have a pool inside, too?

- Damn, he's got
a pool inside, too?

- Hey.
What is going on?

- We got two men,

one shotgun, one handgun,
and inside man, Sean.

- OK, well,
backup's been called.

We just gotta hold them off
until they get here.

- Watch out!
[gunfire]

♪ ♪

- Got me between a rock
and a hard place here, Miles!

- You sold me out?

- I had no choice!

I got in bed
with the wrong people,

owed them too much money.

This was supposed
to be an easy job.

It was supposed to look like

you got hurt
in a home invasion.

I put money on you not being
able to play this season.

It would have paid out
more than enough

to get me out of debt,

but old home week had to
show up and ruin it all!

[AJ grunts]

♪ ♪

[gunfire]

- [groans]

[water splashing]

♪ ♪

[tense music fading]

♪ ♪

- Damn, son.

You didn't learn that
on the football field.

[tense hip-hop music]

- ♪ Not too many
to do it like us ♪

♪ Let's keep it busy ♪

- Don't move!

Slowly place your weapons
on the ground.

- ♪ When I speak,
they better listen ♪

- Interlace your fingers on
your heads and step down to me.

- ♪ I'm on a mission ♪
- ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

- Turn around.

- ♪ I've been
grinding all day ♪

♪ We getting richer ♪

♪ Keep them broke thugs away ♪

- You don't have a grenade
hidden on you anywhere, do you?

Well, not to judge,

but that sounds like
poor planning.

- ♪ Do it like us,
let's keep it bossed up ♪

- You did all right today.

- Thanks.

- What?

- Nothing.

- Come on, man.
Spill it.

- AJ offered me a job.

Private security,
twice the salary as LAPD.

- What'd you say?

- Haven't given him
an answer yet,

but I'm thinking about it.

It's a sweet life.

Sleeping in mansions,
flying on private jets.

I mean,
it beats watching Smitty

do Tai Chi in his undies
every morning.

[indistinct chatter]

You disagree?

- You go with AJ...

you'd be a go-fer
personal assistant,

paid friend.

The life you wanted
that AJ has,

that wouldn't be yours,
it'd be his.

And it would eat you up inside
once you realized it.

- With all due respect, sir,

half the time,
I feel like I'm your go-fer.

Except you don't have
hot girls around you 24/7

and I live in my car.

- All right, man.

You're really gonna make me
say it out loud?

- Say what?

- You're a good cop, Texas.

Or at least you will be
when I'm done with you.

Look.

When you blew out your knee,

you could have grabbed on
to AJ's coattails then,

but you didn't.

You wanted to be your own man, right?

So don't go wasting all that
talent taking the easy road.

- I swear, if the scouts
came to my high school,

I could have gone pro.

I could throw the ball
over Mount Baldy.

- Where'd you go to school
that scouts couldn't reach you?

- Exactly.

- [chuckles] Who was that guy?

- A nuisance. [sighs]

- Thanks for the threads.

I'll wash them before
I give them back to you.

- Nah, I got plenty.

Have you thought more
about my offer?

I need you on my team.

- I'ma have to decline.

[soft upbeat music]

- [scoffs softly]
You saying no?

For real?

- The football life is, uh...

it's your calling.

My calling is here.

♪ ♪

- ♪ My home ♪

- I'm glad you
found your place.

If you ever need anything
from me, it's yours.

- I mean,
how about season tickets?

For both of us.

♪ ♪

- Done.

- ♪ And where are known ♪

♪ Not on pavements ♪

- That was a good decision.

- ♪ I roam ♪

- Now go finish up
that paperwork

so we can be squared away
for tomorrow.

Get in early,
get the shop set up.

We're 10-8
right after roll call.

- Yes, sir.

- ♪ I'm still out here ♪

♪ And I'm still moving ♪

- Hey, Nolan.

I got some great news for you.
- Fantastic.

I could use a win.

- Is everything OK?

- No, I'm fine.
Ignore me. Go ahead.

- The billboards are no more.

- You're kidding. They're gone?
- Yeah.

The billboard company
feared a defamation suit,

so they threw the buyer
under the bus immediately.

- Who was it?

- Uh, it's a complicated
tangle of accounts

all leading back
to Liam Glasser.

- Serial killer Liam Glasser
is the billboard man?

- Well, his trial's coming up.

He's trying
to taint the jury pool,

which is super-illegal.

- Not a bad plan, though.

Make the prime witnesses
against you look corrupt?

- Mm.

- How'd he do it from prison, though?

- I'd bet money
his lawyer's in on it.

And if he is, I'm gonna
get his ass disbarred.

- ♪ Is distant, far away ♪

- Hey, thanks for coming
to find me last night.

or this morning,
whenever that happened.

- Of course.
How's your hangover?

- Epic.
- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Look, Rachel,

I--I can't help but feel like
something's going on.

I'm here for you.

You don't have to talk to me,
of course.

Um, but maybe
you should talk to somebody.

- I know.

- ♪ Still wandering ♪

- My, uh, dad died
a few months ago.

Prostate cancer.
- Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry.
I didn't know.

- I didn't tell anyone.

I couldn't talk about it.

Living it was hard enough.

I was with him constantly.

First in the hospital
and then in hospice.

Every day was so awful
and draining.

And...

I couldn't stop
thinking about everything

he was going through.

I didn't want to be alone,

but I didn't want
to talk about it.

And strangers
don't ask me how I'm doing.

At clubs or parties,
I can just stop thinking

and be someone else.

Someone who's not sad
all the time.

♪ ♪

- I'm so sorry.
- [crying]

- ♪ All in the time ♪

- You are gonna
get through this.

And I'm here for you,
whatever you need.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪

- Welcome home.

I took a nap in case

tonight's gonna be as much fun
as last night.

- [chuckling] Oh, I wouldn't
exactly call that fun.

- Mm.
- Wow, that smells amazing.

- Thank you.

I did a couple semesters
at, uh, culinary school

before I devoted myself
to music full-time.

- Lucky me.
- Mm.

- Listen, these last couple
of days have been great.

- But you're kicking me out.
- No, it's just--

yes.

But not because
you did anything wrong.

It's just too soon for us.

You know,
we just started dating

and we have to build up
to living together.

You know, new relationships
need the space between.

- New album title.
I called it.

It's fine.

Rat squad finished up
at my place today.

It's safe for me to return.

- I bet those giant speakers
really miss you.

- Mock me all you want.

Once you've heard
"Burden in My Hand"

on a vintage
Technics SL-1200 turntable

through
Sansui SP-G300 speakers,

you will never be the same.

- I'll take your word for it.

- Mm.
- Mm.

- Ah, hello.
- Hey.

- Ah.
What is this?

- A spontaneous
Laguna Beach getaway.

You and me, a couple of DINKs.

- Excuse me?
- Dual Income, No Kids.

- Oh.

Is this, uh...

is this your way
of looking at the bright side?

- It is.

I also think
we should volunteer.

James said he'd help us
find the perfect program.

- I think that is
a wonderful idea.

- [sighs]

[both smooch]

So no more grenades?

- Just the one I'm about to set
off in the bedroom with you.

- Are you happy with
the way that came out?

- No, but you're gonna
be happy with how--

I know that's not
gonna work either.

- You wanna go have sex
or you wanna keep trying?

- On one hand, I'm no quitter.

On the other hand--

- [laughs]

[both laughing]

[upbeat music]

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Damn it.