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What seems to be the trouble?

I was walking Ozzy

past the Millers,
and he started freaking out.

He's a retired bomb dog from the TSA.

He definitely smelled
some explosives inside.

Okay. Thank you.
We will take it from here.

Control, 7-Adam-15
requesting bomb squad

at 4312 Moreland Street.

Ma'am, step back.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Police!

Yes? Can I help you?

Boy!

Are you okay?!

What happened?

Some more gender reveal mayhem.

They used C-4 to set it off.

Seven other guests are in the ER

being treated for
glitter-related injuries.

Most of those occurred when
the second device went off.

They're having twins.

Boy and a girl.

Remember when we used to be able to eat

nothing but French fries
and still have abs?

Oh, I was never blessed
with your metabolism.

Took joining the police

to get in tip-top shape.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Just got a little
speedy there for a second.

Too much coffee?

None, actually.

I cut back.
It was getting me too amped up.

Put this on.

Oh. No, I'm good. It's alright.

Doctor's orders.

If you insist.

Let me see.

Wow. That's high for
a man in tip-top shape.

When's the last time that
you had a full physical?

Two months ago, and it was all good.

Are you under a lot of stress?

Right. Stupid question.

I mean, but... but how
your body handles

a high-stress lifestyle
is based on your physiology.

Is that a fancy way of saying I'm old?

Well, I mean, maybe a little.

Most cops enter the job in their 20s,

when they can handle
the stress hormones.

- And French fries.
- And French fries.

By the time the cops are in their 40s,

I mean, they're trained
in stress management.

But you jumped into the deep end.

Yeah, but I've handled stress before...

I mean...

late mortgage payments,

- failed marriage.
- Of course.

But being shot at on a
daily basis is different.

No.

Keep this on for the week.

Alright? I want to track
how your pulse races.

My instincts are that it happens
more than you realize.

Hey! Stay!

- Stay!
- Kojo!

Oh, Kojo, Kojo, come here.

Check this out. What's this?

Ohh, what a good boy!

Are you so excited to meet Jackson?

- Aah! You're such...
- What is happening?

Okay, so, do you remember...

...how I was looking to get a dog?

- No.
- Yeah.

Dogs are super helpful
for trauma recovery.

I filled out
the applications to foster Kojo,

and they just dropped him off.

Oh, oh. It's okay, it's okay.

Um, so we have a dog now.

Yeah. Isn't it great?

Yeah.

- Kojo, let's go for a walk, come on.
- Okay. Go on.

Okay, let's let Jackson sleep.
He's so strong.

Come on! Good boy! Yeah!

Alright. Let's get started.

First things first, let's welcome

Detective Armstrong
back from vacation, huh?

Ah, yeah, thank you.

Okay, look.

Before I get started
with the morning's business,

I just want to thank everyone again

for all their hard work
in the Rosalind Dyer case.

That was a... difficult time.

Now...

you all have printouts
of the latest developments

from the detective tables.

But I want to go over one item.

A federal operation is
launching in Filipino Town,

so until further notice,
all marked units

are to stay clear of Alvarado,

between Montrose and the 101.

Anything we should be aware of?

Not according to the FBI,

but, you know,
they ain't big on sharing, so,

if you need to contact
anybody in that area,

run them through LA CLEAR

and notify your supervisor immediately.

Officer Nolan.

Can you enlighten us
on what LA CLEAR is?

Yes, sir...

I'm sorry, you need to get that?

Uh, it's not my phone, sir.
That's just a fitness tracker.

I have it set to alert me

when my heart rate increases rapidly.

I'm tracking my stress.

Just learning how to manage it better.

Do I stress you out, Officer Nolan?

No, sir.

LA CLEAR is the largest
deconfliction database

for law enforcement in the West.

And what does that mean, Officer West?

Every federal, state,
and local covert operation

is monitored there to prevent
duplication of efforts

or blue-on-blue situations.

And can you access LA CLEAR,
Officer Chen?

No, sir.

For security reasons,

all access is reserved for
higher-level officers.

Bottom line, this is
a very serious tool,

and we don't call unless
the stakes are high.

Anything less, figure it out.

Okay, people, that's it.

Oh.

And if anyone has advice
for Officer Nolan

on how to deal with stress...

...I'm sure he'd
appreciate suggestions.

I try and dance at least
20 minutes a day.

Target practice.

And the "Great British Baking Show."

Hell if I know.

I wrecked my family from
the stress I was under.

The larger the caliber, the better.

Oh, and prioritize
the holiday episodes.

Meditation will change your life.

Goat yoga.

What yoga?

You got to find a way
to turn your brain off...

Lift weights, play ball,
paint a picture.

Doesn't matter what it is,

just that you focus completely.

The most important thing,

is to identify the
source of your stress

and confront it head-on.

Trust me, I'm living proof of
what this job can take from you

if you don't.

Good advice. Thank you.

Alright.

Uh, Nick, um...

in the interest of
confronting things head-on,

Rosalind said something to me
the last time I saw her.

I hate to even bring it up.

Let it fly. I'm in a good place.

She said she had one more secret...

About you.

And that... it was bad.

You warned me,

not to let her get back into my head,

and you turned around
and let her get into yours.

She is playing you, John.

I'm all out of secrets.

That's what I thought. Thank you.

I'm sorry I even mentioned it.

You're just practicing what I preached.

You're welcome.

Getting a dog is a big mistake.

I don't remember asking you.

Well, tough. It's my job
to train you how to succeed.

And adding a dependent
is only gonna distract you.

Oh, yeah?

How 'bout a cute, snuggly dependent?

Not the point.

Who's watching the dog
while you're working?

I paid a neighbor.

And Jackson's fine with it?

Of course. Why wouldn't he be?

She should've asked me.

Did you say anything?

I mean,
after everything she went through?

Absolutely not.

Then what are you complaining about?

She should've consulted me.
I'm her roommate.

Probably, but it's her apartment.

She's the one on the lease.

So you're saying I don't
have a leg to stand on?

Pretty much.

Just face it...

You don't like dogs.

Wrong. I love dogs.

I just think they're
a lot of responsibility,

and I'm not sure you're ready for it.

Oh! But you were

when you were my age?

At your age, I'd done two tours
in Afghanistan and Iraq,

the second in charge of
a squad of 10 soldiers.

Show-off.

- What was that?
- Hm?

Nothing.

Police.

You're too late.

- It's gone.
- It's?

We got a call about a Peeping Tom?

Wendy loves to tan in the morning.

Last few days, this drone has shown up

hovering overhead, spying on her.

Well, we can put out an alert, but,

drones can be tricky to track down.

It's bad enough guys
are constantly hitting on her

whenever we go out.

Now she's not even safe
in her own home?

You guys don't believe me?

There's like a gravitational pull,

Wendy has no control over.

Honey?

They say they can't do
anything about the drone.

I'm sure that's not true.

The next time I tan...

You can come watch.

Ma'am...

Are you hitting on my wife?

What? No!

Get the hell out of my house!

- Sir...
- Now!

Thanks.

- Oh, hi.
- Thank you.

Don't freak out.

They ran out of falafel.

Who the hell runs out of falafel?

- What'd you get me?
- Shawarma.

Did you get hot sauce?

- That too.
- Hey, watch it, buddy!

Looks like happy hour came early.

Sir.

Have you been drinking?

Rainbow lozenge hidey hole.

Rainbow lozenge hidey hole.

Forget booze. This has
ecstasy written all over it.

Man... Manscape.

Or acid.

Sir, I need you to put
your hands behind your back.

Sir, are you okay?

Oh...

Sir, can you tell us
what happened to you?

Hamster puddle tortilla.

- I think he's been shot.
- Hamster puddle tortilla.

We're gonna get you some help. Come on.

7-Adam-15 in full pursuit
of robbery suspect.

White male in purple pants.

In there!

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

God! I touched it!

Show me your hands!

Whoa.

I-I'm gonna puke.

Down on the ground!

Facedown.

What'd you touch?

Ugh. A dead body.

Check it out.

He's incredibly lucky
the damage isn't worse.

The bullet appears to have
lodged itself in his speech center.

Snarf yum orange Beyonc�.

Is that why he's talking nonsense?

It's not nonsense to him.

The bullet is causing aphasia,

where the words he intends to say

and what actually comes out
are different.

Ball pit small envy?

You were shot in the head,
Mr. Hollenbock.

We're getting you prepped for surgery.

We're gonna need that bullet
once it's removed.

I can tell the surgeon,
but there is a chance

that we may need to leave it in.

Even with the bullet,
I doubt we'll find the shooter.

Why not?

The best explanation
for the impact angle

and lack of killing velocity

is that some idiot
fired his gun into the air.

And the gravity brought it down
onto Eddie's skull.

And given the math of ballistics,

we're looking at a firing radius
of almost a mile.

Which in Los Angeles

is a suspect pool of
several thousand suspects.

Poop.

And here I am thinking
I could take it slow

my first day back.

Broken neck.

Yeah, and it wasn't an accident.

That lump at the top of his back...

Avulsion of the vertebrae,
his neck was snapped,

by someone who knew
what they were doing.

- Time of death?
- Uh.

We're still waiting on
the coroner to arrive,

but I checked his legs.

Based on lividity,
I'm guessing 12 hours or so.

You canvass the scene yet?

Not yet.

Okay, why don't you start that?

Detective Harper and I
will finish up here.

- Divide and conquer.
- Done.

Okay.

Any ID?

No, just... this.

Ah.

Soup kitchen voucher.

He was homeless?

Yet his clothes are new.

Yep, brand-new.

A transient coming into money

would definitely make him a target.

Check his street wallet?

Homeless folks sometimes keep their

valuables in their shoes.

Mm.

Props must be given.

Hotel room key.

There we go.

Excuse me!

Hey, what's up?

Do you know who owns
this camera you're working on?

I need to get ahold of the footage.

Uh, I could give you a name,

but it'd be a waste of your time.

Camera's been broken for a week.
That's why they called me out.

I was just swapping in a new one.

Thought I cracked the case.

Sorry.

Hey, does that thing work?

I've been thinking about buying one.

Oh. I just got it.
I'm supposed to, um...

Nolan, hey. Let's go.

- Thank you.
- Alright.

We found a key card on
the victim from an SRO downtown.

Armstrong's meeting us there.

No. Yeah, I-I'll be right there.

Right where?

My apartment.

Not unless it's a crime scene.

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

Kojo, what did you do?!

Get... Get down. Just...

Sit!

How did you do that?

Come on.

Ohh, man!

Oh, no.

This is Jackson's varsity jacket.

He's gonna be so upset.

I don't really have to say anything, do I?

I'd rather you didn't.

Manager said our victim
checked in three days ago

under the name Joe Delacruz.

Paid a week in cash.

You go in yet?

And ruin the surprise?

It's always better to
not enter a scene alone.

So no one can accuse
you of malfeasance later.

Exactly.

Looks like Joe went
on quite the shopping spree.

Yep.

New clothes, shoes.

Two different sizes.

Well, that seems like a clue.

I'm guessing the manager didn't mention

someone staying with Joe.

This is not the kind of establishment

that pays that kind of attention.

Found cash.

Looks to be about five or six grand.

Sorry.

- Wrong room.
- Hold on.

- Hey, hey, hey!
- Hey! Hey!

7-Adam-15 in foot pursuit of suspect.

29100 Spring.

White male. 160 pounds.

5'8". Green jacket. Send backup.

Split up! Just...

- I'm going north.
- Roger.

Suspect in sight.

Heading south down San Pedro.

- Easy!
- Aaah!

Easy!

Suspect in custody. Code 4.

Hands behind your back,
interlace your fingers.

Got a knife.

Yep.

Prosthetic leg?

Yes, sir.

That's a military knife.

- You lose your leg in combat?
- Yes, sir.

Got in an argument with an I.E.D.

Mitch?

- Sarge?
- Sarge?

You know this guy?

I was his squad leader in Afghanistan.

What happened?

You had a fianc�e in San Diego,

a job lined up
through Wounded Warriors.

What can I say?

I...

Moved on.

You tell me what
I'm being charged with?

Resisting arrest, for starters.

The rest is up to the D.A.

Right.

And how exactly,

did the cops end up in my hotel room?

She can't tell you that.

Yeah?

But you can.

I-I can't.

Be in violation
of the victim's privacy.

Victim?

What happened to Joe?

Is Joe alright?

Look, I've already said too much.

Is he dead?

Detectives will come
speak with you shortly.

Mitch, inside.

He doesn't seem to like you very much.

I'm the reason he lost his leg.

My son was attacked.

So you need to go down there,
get the guy,

- and arrest him.
- What guy?

My psycho neighbor!

He shot my son's drone down!

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

And guess what. We've got video proof.

Show him the... the video
from the drone camera.

Dad, it's okay. It's not a big deal.

- Can we just go?
- No!

Show the cop the damn video.

I can explain.

There's no need. Kid's got good taste.

And Wendy is hot.

Sir, what your son did is
actually illegal.

Look, uh...

One second.

Lopez, West.

I just solved two crimes
sitting in my office...

Bradford and Chen's Peeping Tom,

and your gunshot victim.

I'm just saying.

You guys don't really
think I killed him, right?

We don't know anything. That's
why we're talking to you.

The M.E. said that Joe died

from internal decapitation.

He suffered spinal trauma,

from an acute compression injury.

Someone who knew how,

snapped his neck.

It wasn't me.

Where'd the money under
the mattress come from?

Couple of days ago, Joe comes to me,

says he found a fortune in cash,

in this building
he snuck into, alright?

Millions of dollars
stacked high on pallets.

Millions?

Yeah.

And a bunch of machinery,

guarded by some heavy-duty guys,

with serious weaponry.

But he managed to steal some of it.

Why share the money with you?

'Cause we were tight.

He's a fellow vet.

Then you got a taste of the rich life,

decided you wanted the rest
of the money for yourself?

He only took 10 grand.

We burned through
half of that in a day.

Look...

I tried to tell him not to
go back there for more.

He got lucky the first time.

And I should've gone with him.

'Cause he would've gone with me.

So, the money we found in Joe's
hotel room was counterfeit.

Are you sure?

It's the best fake I've seen,
but it's definitely a fake.

He say where it came from?

A building downtown.

Said there's millions more.

The machines Joe saw,

could they have been printers?

Yeah.

Looks abandoned.

It's probably intentional.

If I were printing millions of dollars,

I'd want to stay below the radar.

Alright, look sharp, you guys.

If these guys are ex-military,

they're gonna put up a fight.

Not exactly the counterfeit moneymaking

operation we were sold on.

Still believe your Army buddy's story?

Yeah. I do.

They must've cleared out of here
after Joe's murder.

You find something?

Yeah.

Uh, the name of a security company.

But I know this.
I've seen it somewhere.

This morning when I was canvassing,

it was on the side of the van.

Um...

The worker with the van,

was fixing the camera across the street

from where Joe was killed.

Uh, he said the camera
had been down for a week.

Did you get a name?

No. I thought it was a dead end.

I have him on body cam.

Okay.

That's him.

He must've taken down the camera
so we couldn't trace it.

We should run his face
through the database.

Detective Harper. Go to channel nine.

Hey, sir, we are here.

Uh, we're in the building. It's empty.

We're about to call in T.I.D.

Negative.

You're to exit the building immediately

and come back to the station.

Sir?

Shut it down and get back here... now.

What the hell's going on?

Got a call from the Chief.

Your search warrant rang an alarm,

way up the food chain.

So we're just supposed to walk away

from our murder investigation?

No, but you can't follow
it down this path.

And what if that path
leads us to our killer?

So, what are we into, Sarge?

I don't know.

And I pushed hard to find out.

But this comes from on high,

and it's non-negotiable.

Let's take the night.

We'll regroup in the morning.

That's it.

- Hey, this isn't right.
- No.

But it's a direct order.

So, that's it?

We walk away?

If we're smart.

That's... not a yes.

What do you think?

That this is clearly
a federal operation

and that we don't have
enough information

to know how to proceed.

So we get more.

How do we get insight,

on a federal operation, Boot?

Uh...

we call LA CLEAR.

Exactly.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

I owe Mitch that much.

You remember the personal questions,

they ask you for clearance, right?

Yeah.

Maybe you should all... step outside.

- Not a chance.
- I think you sh...

Yeah, hi, hello, uh.

This is Officer Tim Bradford, LAPD,

badge 34831.

Yeah. Go ahead.

Bethesda. Mm.

Left clavicle.

Uh, "Lady Marmalade."

Uh, tarantulas.

Uh, yeah, it's, uh, "Xanadu."

"Xanadu"?

Yes, uh, ma'am, I'd like
to run an address.

214 Mill Street, Los Angeles.

Okay, thank you.

Well?

They'll get back to us within the hour.

Hello, dog.

You are pretty cute.

I am so sorry.

I meant to call you earlier,

- but today has been crazy.
- He ate my stuff!

- All of my stuff!
- I know.

I'll pay to replace everything.

You can't replace my leather jacket!

Okay. The dog has to go.

What?! No!

Look, this is what happens
when you have a dog.

No, I don't have a dog, Lucy! You do!

I got to go and see what's salvageable.

Wait. Um...

Uh...

will you take him for a walk?

Jackson?

H-Hello?

Alright. You're free to go.

Does that mean you caught
the guys that killed Joe?

Not yet.

But you found the money?

No.

It was gone.

W-We're working late.

S-So what now?

Now you go home.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I-I can help you
find a bed and a shelter.

You really want to do something for me?

You find out who killed Joe, alright?

He was a good guy.

He served his country with honor.

He didn't deserve to go out like that.

I-I'm sorry. I have to answer this.

She'll escort you out.

You take care of yourself.

Yeah, it's Tim Bradford.

LA CLEAR code 9273.

It's a D.I.A. operation.

Defense Intelligence Agency?

That's national security.

LA CLEAR tell you anything else?

Just a contact name...
Colonel Norman Jangus.

What the hell is
a national security agency

doing counterfeiting money?

This is way bigger than we thought.

We should take the night,
like Grey said,

and see how we are feeling
in the morning.

Harper's right.

Conducting an off-the-books operation

is high-risk on a good day.

And this ain't a good day.

Nnh.

Hey, pal.

We need to talk.

Invite me in?

How 'bout you tell me
who you are first?

Right now, I'm your friend, John.

And that's a good thing.

'Cause you don't want me as an enemy.

Now invite me in.

Nice place.

Done good work fixing it up.

I'd expect no less,
based on your history.

I see your play...

Come in, walk around, assert dominance.

Very nice.

So, tell me, who is
Colonel Norman Jangus?

Oh, a name on a form. Nothing more.

But you are D.I.A.

Yeah, but my team operates
in the shadows.

We do stuff...

No one wants to admit.

So, why come for me?

'Cause you're the weak link.

Bradford served two tours in country,

Harper's taken on cartels,

and... and Chen survived
a serial killer.

You...

Built houses.

And you always push on the weak link.

So...

I'm pushing on you.

What do you want?

To warn you
and your little cop buddies.

Just... leave this alone.

Calling LA CLEAR?

Big mistake.

Let it be your last.

All we want is whoever
killed Joe Delacruz.

The homeless guy?

- Why?
- He was a human being.

The man was a soldier. He sacrificed...

Time-out, time-out.

Let's understand something here.

We're on the same team.

You, me, Joe?

We make sacrifices on the daily,

to save people's lives.

I just do it on a more...

Global scale than you.

And that's why it's okay
for you to murder people?

There are casualties in every war.

You just,

really don't want the
next one to be you.

You get the tracking device on his car?

Yeah. We can follow him
wherever he goes.

- Great. Let's hit the road.
- Alright.

No. This is a two-person job.

Harper and I got it from here.

Uh, screw that. You go, we go.

That's admirable, really,

but if this thing goes sideways,

we could face demotion,
suspension, even jail.

I've got a golden ticket.

Bradford has an unblemished record.

Odds are we can weather the storm.

Rookies are at-will employees.

They don't even need
a reason to fire you.

Okay, well, with all due respect,

I've been buried alive
by a serial killer.

This rabbit hole does not scare me.

I love this job more
than I imagined I could.

The day I stop giving it my all,

is the day I walk away.

Alright.

Let's roll.

And hope he leads us to the money.

We're in position.

Copy that.

Why are you the reason
Mitch lost his leg?

'Cause I let him slide on something.

It doesn't matter what,

just that I cut him a break,

when I shouldn't have,
and because I did,

he went back out on patrol,

got blown up.

That is the most Tim Bradford
thing I've ever heard.

You showed humanity.

There's nothing to feel guilty about.

Rules matter, Boot.

Then what the hell
are you doing out here?

Some things matter more.

Bradford, Chen, let's go.

Hang on.

First lesson in black ops...

Make sure the lights don't
come on when you open the door.

That's got to be the pallets of money.

Waiting to put it on a ship
to who knows where.

Should we call Long Beach PD?

- Not yet.
- Why not?

Well, for one thing,

we don't know if that's
the counterfeit money.

Pallets are covered.

We've only got one shot at this.

We absolutely cannot be wrong.

So we confirm it's
the counterfeit money

before we call in the cavalry,

use the arrest to figure out
who killed Joe.

Exactly.

So, how do we do that?

No idea.

Forklift stopped working.

Something's up.

- There, I guess.
- Yeah, I'll get that.

- Let me grab.
- Grab another one.

They're getting a new forklift.

Now's our chance. Let's move.

I'll take it from here. Watch my six.

You'll be dead before
you break leather.

John, what the hell?

- I warned you.
- You did.

But you didn't listen.

- I didn't.
- I'm disappointed.

- Thought you were smart.
- No.

Smart one's my T.O.

She plans for everything.

That's a .50 cal.

I don't need to tell you,

what that bullet will do to your body.

Hey, Pettigrew,

didn't we face this exact
scenario down in Colombia?

Yeah. We're all still here.

'Cause it's a no-win situation.

Your shooter turns me into mist,

but my guys turn you into organ donors.

So what we need is
a negotiated settlement.

I'm listening.

One of you killed Joe Delacruz.

You give him up, we walk away.

And the money?

- Not our problem.
- Tim.

Not our problem.

Fine.

Pettigrew.

Surrender yourself.

What?

After everything we've been through,

you're just gonna turn me in like that?

Your sloppiness jeopardized
our operation,

so you are being sacrificed
for the greater good.

But...

All they have is
circumstantial evidence.

So keep your mouth shut,
listen to the lawyer,

and you'll be out in no time.

Yes, sir.

We good?

Alright, let's get this done.

What happens with the money?

It'll fund black ops
for the next five years.

The U.S. government spends
billions in covert operations.

I bet Bradford here

watched backpacks full of ghost money

being handed out in Afghanistan.

- I did.
- See, that money

has to be authorized and tracked.

But counterfeit money doesn't.

We didn't print money.

We printed freedom.

Alright, let's wrap this up.

Let me get this straight.

You all just happened to be taking

a stroll on the docks,

and Joe Delacruz's killer appears,

and turns himself in?

Yes, sir.

And when the Chief calls me
tomorrow screaming...

He won't.

I'm going back to bed.

The paperwork on this
better be spotless.

Yes, sir.

Where's the dog?

Gone.

Really?

Yeah.

It wasn't fair to you, and,

I'm really not ready for a dog yet.

I'm sorry about your stuff.

Look.

I'm sorry, too.

I actually liked Kojo.

Did he go to a good home?

Yeah. He did.

What's up?

Close the door.

You're lucky.

You had a good outcome last night.

But no matter how good
your intentions are,

going off the books always costs you.

The law matters, Nolan.

The second you start
thinking you know better,

you risk losing yourself.

- Nick...
- Hey.

I lied to you yesterday.

There is one more secret.

I broke the rules to catch Rosalind.

I went into her house
without a warrant,

and used what I found there to get one.

Somehow, she knew.

She never said anything.

Would she have gone free if she had?

No.

At this point,
we'd caught her redhanded.

But if she hadn't been,

if she'd gone free because...

I crossed the line...

I never would've forgiven myself.

Don't put yourself in
that situation. You hear me?

You don't want that kind of stress.

No, I don't.

Thank you for telling me.

So, you caught him?

Yeah.

Good.

Yeah.

Mitch.

What's this?

First Congregational
needs a live-in guard.

I put in a good word for you.

Look, it's not a handout, alright?

It's a job...

And a roof over your head.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

It's not your fault, you know?

You know, what happened to me,

it's nobody's fault.

You take care of yourself,
Mitch, alright?

Come on.

Not a word.

You were supposed to wear
this all week.

I actually think it was
causing me more stress.

You have to find a way
to listen to your body.

I just had a patient

who had been feeling off
for a couple weeks.

He didn't go to the doctor.

We found a tumor.

We caught it just in time.

Because he listened to his body?

No, I mean a bullet fell from the sky

and punctured his skull.

When we did the X-ray, we found a mass.

I mean, that bullet saved his life.

So the moral of the story is...

Don't count on a stray bullet
to save your life.

Sound medical advice.

And you need to find
yourself a de-stressor.

That's two morals.

I actually did some research, though,

and I did find a couple of ways,

that I think I could reduce my stress.

Okay.

One of them, though, I think I would...

Need your help.

Of course.

- You'd get sweaty.
- Really?

I mean, I like sweaty.

What exactly do you have in mind?

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