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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.

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!

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?

Oh, God.

This place has the best muffins.

I love muffins. Can you show me?

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.

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...

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.

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.

- 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Control, we have a 23-103

headed north on Benedict Canyon.

Expired plates.

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

All right.
Let's check it out.

Ah!

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.

Hey, Officer, what's going on?

Hold up.

Penn? Is that you?

AJ?

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!

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.

- Love that.
- All right, man.

It's good seeing you.

Yeah, man.

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.

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?

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.

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!

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...

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

I... I have to stay with the victim.

Where's my backup?

Police!
Put your hands up!

Do it now!

Grenade!

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.

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.

Oh, Nolan.

Oh, come on.

- Seriously?
- Well, it's for reference.

And the group chat.

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.

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...

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.

- 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?

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.

Yeah, I can explain that.

I can't wait.

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.

AJ say anything to you
about a cop coming by?

Yeah.
Yeah, let him in.

Thank you kindly.

Sean Larson.

Miles Penn.

This way.

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.

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.

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.

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.

How do I look?

Like you're living your dream.

Hey, AJ.

The guys are almost ready for you.

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

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?

I got to get at
least one Super Bowl ring

before I can make personnel decisions.

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?

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...

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.

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...

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.

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.

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.

Hi.

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.

- Thanks.
- Anytime.

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

A strange drive to
humiliate myself, I guess.

OK.

Ah! I love this song!

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.

Hey!

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.

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?

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.

OK.

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

Awesome.

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...

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.

We do have
a great life, don't we?

We really do.

Then why do I feel so sad?

- 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.

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

I just came with them.

Celina!

Oh, uh, he's with me.

Oh...
Rachel.

Lucy!

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

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!

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.

There's a complicating factor.

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...
- 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?

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...

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...

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?

Some football star.

AJ Knox.

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.

Oh, God.

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.

Hold on. Harper's calling me.

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

Oh.

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.

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.

Let's go.

Oh, thank God.

Jeez.

I sang her a lullaby
and she passed right out.

Oh.

- Was that...

Yes.
Lock the door and barricade it.

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!

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!

Damn, son.

You didn't learn that
on the football field.

Don't move!

Slowly place your
weapons on the ground.

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

Turn around.

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

Well, not to judge,

but that sounds like poor planning.

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.

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.

Who was that guy?

A nuisance.

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.

You saying no?

For real?

The football life is, uh...

It's your calling.

My calling is here.

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.

That was a good decision.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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...

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