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Good morning. Ready for a run?

Yeah. Just let me hit the mouthwash.

Selena 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 Selena's letting me sleep over for a few days.

Is, uh, Lucy okay with that?

Yeah, totally. What?

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!

My leg! Hey, nothing!

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.

Okay. 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 L.A., Singer in Southwest, and Thorson 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.

After 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 liable. They're just asking a question.

Yeah. A question that's going to keep us from adopting.

So, your first solo ride. Are you nervous?

No, I'm looking forward to it, actually.

There's a certain freedom that comes with making all my own decisions.

Good. You're going to do great. And we're all just a radio call away.

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

Everything okay?

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 feel like something has been off ever since New York.

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 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's 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 who...

Hold that thought.

I gotta arrest the guy.

I'm sorry.

You were saying something about a sexy girl who...

It was going to be about how she lights up the room with her beautiful smile.

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

Oh, hold that thought.

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 okay if I bring over some of my sound system from home?

A sound system?

That sounds like a whole thing.

No, it's totally non-invasive, I promise.

Oh, boy.

I gotta go.

Are you showing off?

No, sir.

I just got lucky.

We'll keep it up.

Yes, sir.

Eyes up, boo.

Sorry, sir.

I just had a momentary weakening of spirit.

I was looking at apartments, hoping they had magically gotten cheap.

I thought you were going to hold off until after you graduated from the FTO program.

Oh, yes, sir.

Look, my nana always said you can't get lard unless you ball the hog, meaning you've got

to 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.

Too many people these days subscribe to the treat yourself school of self-care.

As opposed to the monastic life you live?

As opposed to the monastic life you live?

No disrespect in attendance.

I aspire to a level of discipline you would sit in.

Stop while you're behind.

Yes, sir.

Just call her.

You're right.

You're right.

I'm afraid you're wrong.

Hey, how are you?

Hey, I'm good.

Um, I heard that you missed your interview at the hospital this morning.

Are you, are you okay?

That was so embarrassing.

Saying they sent out a Gmail after I scheduled the interview, but I used Outlook.

The wires must have gotten crossed, and it landed on the wrong date.

Oh, okay. Well, 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 over-explaining with a side

order of forced cheerfulness.

Exactly.

Control, we have a 23-1-0-3 headed north on Benedict Canyon.

Expired plates.

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

All right. Let's check.

Hey, fill us in.

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 L.A.?

Nothing that we know of. Any luck on the bike?

No, it's a red Ducati 1198. No plates. We've got to pull it out.

I sent Waters to put eyes on the victim's house and tell Nolan and Chan to 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?

On up!

Pim? 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 charges 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 folks stopping by the house later tonight. You should come by.

I mean, unless you got to work.

My shift ends at six, but then I'm free.

Love that.

All right, man. It's good seeing you.

Yeah, man.

Is that AJ Knox?

Yes, sir. I take it. You 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 on.

And a hundred million dollar contract.

And he's driving my dream car.

Stings a little?

Nah. Nah, I'm good.

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

Hey, this isn't a good time.

Just a quick question.

Is it okay 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?

I thought you said it was non-invasive. 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 a mid-range treble. You get more of an even frequency response.

Get them out. Before Lucy gets home, they better be gone.

Okay, but you're missing out on a truly satisfying RL 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!

I'm in the house!

you're okay everything's okay 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

okay I hear the suspect fleeing the house back door I I have to stay with the victim where's my

backup

please put your hands up

Do it now!

We're late!

Control, our 187 suspect fled the scene after trying to kill us with a grenade.

Backpass by Jack, a striped helmet.

Mobilize their ship and backup.

You okay?

No.

I'm pissed off.

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

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Nice work.

Disabled on the motorcycle.

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 Vigo Nash.

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

Guess they had a falling out.

Mac threw a grenade at Vigo.

So, why not take out the wife the same way?

Maybe Vigo was a rush job because we pulled him over.

Maybe he's worried about what he was going to say to the cops?

Seems likely.

Nolan.

Well, it's for reference.

And the group chat.

The wife is in bad shape.

Traumatic brain injury, broken facial bones, and a ruptured spleen.

She won't be able to talk anytime soon.

I'm going to double the security detail once she's out of surgery.

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 failed to see how.

Okay.

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.

And exonerated.

Which is the important part.

The preponderance of evidence is heavily in your favor.

Okay, what about us?

Ours is just a question.

Yeah, yours 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 is being approved.

That was fast.

You got big plans tonight?

AJ invited me over.

Yeah, that sounds like fun.

But, uh, the RP on the unintended death case, I don't see a transcript of your 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.

Depression's on!

Depression's on!

Depression's on!

All right.

Okay, okay.

Okay, okay.

Okay.

Hold on there, partner.

I know you.

I know, 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 Joe on my soul.

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

AJ saying anything to you about a cop coming by?

Yeah.

Yeah, let him in.

Thank you, Conor.

Sean Larson.

Miles Penn.

Slay.

Nice party.

It's not a party.

It's a Tuesday.

Sadly, I haven't met Taylor yet, but huge fan.

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're 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.

How'd 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 gotta 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 L.A.

Of course.

We did a whole story on the untimely end of your college career.

Well, thank you for bringing that up.

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

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'm, I'm, 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 work days you didn't almost die.

Those don't look like the usual duties for a chief of staff.

No, this room is off limits.

Does AJ know you're pulling me his jewelry?

AJ said I could borrow it.

All of it.

Even that ice around your neck.

Now these were a gift.

Okay.

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.

Make sure to check out that pool deck.

Just don't get any ideas.

Jump 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.

Oh, we just got here.

We don't have to leave, all right?

Let's 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 interesting.

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?

On a strange drive to humiliate myself, I guess.

Okay.

Ah! I love you so much!

Yeah, it's great, but, um, it's almost 4 a.m.

and I'm about to turn it.

Oh, come on. One more dance.

How about I give you a ride home instead?

Boring.

What happened?

Hey, so I'm at this party.

You know A.J. Knox, the Chargers quarterback?

Dude, if you call me this late at night to talk for a call...

Sorry, the thing is, uh, your friend Rachel was here, and maybe I'm overreacting, but...

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

Uh, she's wasted.

All right, and I tried to offer her a ride home, but she said no, and I don't wanna just

leave her here, but...

I'm worried somebody's gonna take advantage of it.

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.

Sorry, is it too loud?

No, no, no, no.

Wait, did somebody scream earlier?

That was me.

Ghosts are scary.

Ronge, fix 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 okay.

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 Selena and her fists of fury handle it.

Okay.

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 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.

Why do I feel so sad?

Hello.

New uniforms?

This is not official business.

We're just here to look for a guest.

It will only take a minute.

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

I just came with them.

Selena?

Oh, he's with me.

Rachel.

Lucy!

Hi, what are you doing here?

Oh, are you here with Mitch?

Miles.

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 more.

Selena!

And I don't know.

That's my boyfriend Raj.

Oh.

Hi, boyfriend Raj.

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.

What kind of speakers he's got.

She seems fine.

Are you here to check up on me?

Okay, so Miles called, and after what happened at the hospital this morning, I admit I was worried.

Don't be.

Okay.

I can take care of myself.

Okay.

Ooh, okay, so now what do we do?

We need to find her.

No.

No.

Look, listen.

Listen.

I am not backing out.

I'm just saying maybe we wait a beat.

There's a complicating factor.

Morning.

How's your sleep?

I didn't.

There's a whole party still going on.

Nah, junk is cleaning out the stragglers.

Hey, you want some of this protein coffee?

Sean's special orders the beans from Columbia.

I'm sure it's costing me an arm in LA.

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 loan it to him, but...

Yeah.

He thinks he slipped.

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

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

I don't leave any other 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 going to be rich.

I'm going to throw the best parties, and everyone is going to want to hang out in my house.

Look, the charges 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 got to 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 and one of these parties is going to be your name in the headline,

it's your life and career on the line, not Sean's.

You got to be careful when you let it 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.

I mean, that is some real money, but...

Hey, no, no, don't say you know it just yet, man. Just think about it.

All of this, my lifestyle, will be your lifestyle.

His name is Mack Wheeler.

My husband pulled a few jobs with him in Vegas.

Why did he torture you?

To see if Vigo told anyone else about the job they were supposed to pull before Vigo got cold feet.

What job?

Robbing some rich guy's house.

Vigo 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 Vigo, in 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.

God.

I gotta take this.

Hey.

Hey, is Rachel with you?

Oh, 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 strawberry.

Sorry, what?

Nothing. I wasn't talking to you.

Now, hold on. Harper's calling me.

I'm gonna go look when I'm free, all right?

Okay.

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.

Oh, he drugged his smoothies. I gotta go. Sit back up.

Sean, show me your hands.

Whoa, whoa, relax. Relax.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Come on. We gotta go.

Let's go.

Oh, thank God. Jeez.

I sang her 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, an inside man.

Sean.

Okay, well, backup's been called.

We just gotta hold him off until they get here.

Watch out!

You 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 is 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.

Would have paid out more than enough to get me out of debt,

but all home week had to show up and ruin it all.

Oh, that's right here.

Can you shoot me?

No, wait for that!

Damn, son. You didn't learn that on the football field.

Don't move. Slowly place your weapons on the ground.

I'm the chief. When I speak, they better listen. You need to tell us 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. Sounds like poor planning.

You can do it like us. Let's give it both stuff.

You did all right today.

Thanks.

What?

Nothing.

Come on, man. Spill it.

AJ offered me a job, private security, twice a salary as LAPD.

What'd you say?

I 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 gopher, 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 gopher.

Except you don't have hot girls around you 24-7, and I live in my car.

All right, man. You 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've grabbed onto 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've gone pro.

I could throw the ball over Mount Baldy.

Where'd you go to school the 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'm gonna have to decline.

You saying no? For real?

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's a good decision.

Now go finish up that paperwork so we can be scored 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 okay?

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?

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.

How'd he do it from prison, though?

I bet money his lawyer's in on it. And if he is, I'm gonna get his ass to spark.

Hmm.

Hey, thanks for coming to find me last night, or this morning.

Whenever that happened.

Of course. How's your hangover?

Mimic.

Yeah.

Look, Rachel, 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.

Yeah.

My, uh, dad died.

A few months ago.

Pastate cancer.

Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry. I don'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.

Thank you for having me.

You were gonna get through this.

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

I'm sorry.

Welcome home.

I took a nap in case tonight's gonna be as much fun as last night.

Oh, okay. I wouldn't exactly call that fun.

Wow, that smells amazing.

I did a couple semesters at, uh, culinary school before I devoted myself to music full-time.

Lucky me.

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 SPG 300 speakers, you will never be the same.

I'll take your word for it.

Ah, hello.

Hey.

Ah.

What is this?

A spontaneous Laguna Beach getaway.

You and me a couple of dinks.

Excuse me?

Duel 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.

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...

You gonna try to live if you Karena's home and yeah.

Oh, it just knows what's your door to horrible it.

Do I hate定 ball?

Do I have inconsciently?

Because I don't wanna know someone else.

Damn it.