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Hey, wait. I'm in here.
Open the door.

Hey!

And, uh...
One or two N's in "inoculate"?

One.

The man says one.

How do you spell "lightning"?

What report are you filing?

He's not. He's doing a crossword.

It's a word search, thank you.

It helps keep my intellect
razor sharp.

Yeah, well, it's pronounced "lightning."
There's no E, Razor.

- "Lightning."
- "Lightning."

I think it's a silent E.

Never fails.

You guys
give us a four-hour delivery window

and always show up
at the last minute.

You know, when a girl says
that she likes a man in uniform,

I don't think
this is what she had in mind.

Don't push it. I'm so over this.

This is the worst assignment ever.

Come on, Sam. Can't be any worse
than the puppy park.

- G.
- Do tell. What's the puppy park?

Sam had to go undercover
as a dog walker,

only he forgot the baggies.

Five dogs. Big dogs.

- No baggies.
- Oh. Eww.

Poop-scooping aside, going
undercover's the best part of our job.

You get to be somebody you're not.

- For you, an improvement.
- And also you like to lie.

What? No. I thought we were picking
on Sam. And secondly, it's not lying,

it's truth re-imagined
for the higher good.

Houston, we have a problem.

Uh-oh. That can't be good.

OIlie Drewett, 52,
an expert in rocket engine design,

and founder
of Drewett Space Technologies.

He got trapped
in a satellite test chamber.

And it looks like
he didn't pass the test.

Here he is showing off
his latest rocket

with his partner Harlan Holt,
and his daughter Ariel.

She's head of operations.

They're basically
a rocket-for-hire service.

You bring them a payload
and they put it in orbit for a price.

What's up
with the giant Rubik's cube?

That's the satellite being tested.

More specifically, a micro-satellite.

Looks like it'd fit in the overhead.

Miniaturization.

After Reagan deregulated
satellite launches

for the private sector in the 80's,
the industry, well, it took off.

Ahem.
Satellites got smaller and cheaper.

The one in question was designed
and built by an American consortium

for a Turkish
telecommunications company.

As a favor to our NATO ally,
the U.S. Government agreed

to build the satellite
using the latest classified technology.

Ortam Communications pays for it,

but they never get to actually see
what makes it tick.

At least that's the agreement.

Anything useful
on Drewett's cell phone?

It froze and melted.

So it "frelted"?

Spell that.

I managed to hack
into Drewett's IM account.

Five minutes before he entered,

"One last shake and bake."

But it was an unscheduled test.

After the chamber is blast-chilled
to below zero,

it then heats up
to 450 degrees Fahrenheit.

All the air is sucked out of those vents
and it creates a vacuum.

Like space. And the shake?

The satellite stand is designed
to vibrate at a high speed,

to test if the satellite will hold up
during liftoff.

Which, I'm guessing,
has been postponed.

No, actually.

They're still scheduled to launch
in five hours and 22 minutes.

Which is why the DOD wants us
to make sure

that this was an unfortunate
industrial accident

and not something
which might compromise

the security of our technology.

Amigos, vamoose.

Drive or fly?

To Lancaster?

Wait, no,
tell me that's not a serious question.

Space technology
is a pretty specialized field.

You really need someone
who speaks their language

to get them to open up.

Someone with power
to shut them down wouldn't hurt.

An FAA inspection
wouldn't be out of place,

considering the circumstances.

Yeah, but the question is who?

I mean, there's a lot to learn
and not much time.

Hmm.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Mr. Beale, I think it's time for you
to take a little field trip.

A field trip?

Gentlemen, ma'am. Welcome
to Lancaster Air and Space Port.

Right this way.

See, now that is seriously cool.

They take passengers into space
next year,

if you've got 200K burning a hole
in your pocket.

Does that include the baggage fee?

Wonder if they have jet packs
out here?

Got to talk to Hetty
about getting us some jet packs.

Settle down, space cadet.

You guys here about OIlie?

You knew him?

Yeah, I knew him.

Well, at least we know
the locals are friendly.

Photo ID's, please.

- Thanks.
- That's Harlan Holt,

Drewett's business partner.

We'll start with him. See if you
can find Drewett's daughter.

Kens, she lost her father last night.

A little female bonding
may go a long way.

You got it.

So after about 15 seconds,
hopefully, if the timing is right,

- the satellite will launch.
- Mr. Holt?

- But... Yes?
- Agents Hanna, Callen, NCIS.

I'm sorry,
did we have an appointment?

No. But here we are.

Well, can this wait? These gentlemen
have come a long way

- and we're on a strict schedule.
- Pretty business as usual,

considering your partner
was just killed.

OIlie Drewett's death was a tragedy.

But we have a contract to uphold,
and a small launch window,

which is getting smaller every second
I stand here talking to you.

Look, I'm sorry.

We're all dealing with OIlie's death
and the stress of launching the satellite.

Feel free to look around, and I'll see
you have full access to our facility.

Excuse me.

Excuse me! Who are you?

Special Agent Blye, NCIS.

This is Detective Marty Deeks,
L.A.P.D.

I already spoke to the police.

I'm an L.A.P.D. Liaison,
but this is an NCIS investigation now.

We're very, very sorry
about your father.

Why is NCIS interested in this?

Department of Defense request.

Hmm. Protecting your
classified technology, is that it?

Just trying to safeguard
that it hasn't been compromised.

Well, it hasn't.

Where's the satellite now?

It's at the launch site.
It was mated about two hours ago.

Mated?

Put on top of the rocket.

Ah, yes. Mated.

Who would have done that?

It would have been my father.

But...

...Harlan Holt took his place today.

- Your father's business partner.
- Yes.

Any tension between those two?

Only about everything, 24/7.

My father didn't have
a malevolent bone in his body.

Every person that worked here
loved and respected him.

- But not Holt?
- Different story.

How different?

We ran checks on the computer
that controls the test chamber,

to see if there was a fault.
There wasn't.

So you're saying that your father's
death wasn't an accident?

I'm saying someone
had to close the airlock

and then activate the test signals.

You're saying that Harlan Holt...

Murdered my father? Definitely.

Okay, Mehmet Osip and Ali Yilmaz
are here,

representing the Turkish
telecommunications conglomerate

that bought the satellite.
We're running backgrounds.

These are Harlan Holt's
career stops.

Any red flags?

Yeah. Back in the 90's,
Holt started an export company

with a guy
by the name of Curtis Roby.

Not long after, they were cited
for shipping parts and software

on our Military Critical
Technologies List.

Recipients included Libya, Syria,
North Korea.

All national security threats.
So they lost their license.

Holt then left the company
and started a new one with Drewett.

Where's Roby now?

He runs his own space-tech company
at Lancaster.

A direct competitor
to Holt and Drewett's.

So did you finish forensics
on the stress chamber?

Still working.

The data at Drewett's a hard nut.

A lot of their intel
is on a closed system.

No online access.

Which is why they need you
out there.

Yeah, I guess.

Look, you're gonna do great.

Really.

Why was your father alone
during the testing?

Isn't there some sort
of safety protocol?

Built into the chamber program.

If there's a malfunction,
it shuts down automatically.

It didn't
because there was no malfunction.

Who had access to the control system
besides your father?

Me, Holt, some
of our ground systems engineers.

Why do you think Holt did it?

My father was all about vision.

Holt, all about profit.

And our company
was losing money.

Holt wanted to sell.

My father found out he put feelers
out to several companies.

How did your father feel
about selling?

He said, "Over his dead body."

Good. Okay.

Ariel Drewett said Harlan Holt
was trying to sell the company.

Her dad was not on board.

And by "not on board,"
she means that Holt killed him.

You guys find anything?

Nothing solid. Holt's stalling us.

Yeah.

Well, he is just about out of time.

Undercover work

is a matter of confidence.

Right.

Were you ever in a school play,
Mr. Beale?

- Twice, a tree and a horse.
- Ha-ha-ha. Which end?

When you're in your chair,
up in Ops,

you are one of the most confident
people I've ever known.

Can I bring my chair?

A case of nerves is understandable.

You're going into the field
for the first time.

It's not that, it's... It's just...

Out with it. What?

"Black Ops." "Call of Duty."

I've wiped out entire platoons
in an afternoon.

"World of Warcraft,"
God knows how many...

Mr. Beale...

I don't have to bring a gun, do I?

I don't think
I could actually really kill someone.

Heaven forbid.

I have no intention
of making you carry a weapon.

Relax, Mr. Beale.

This isn't rocket science, after all.

Well, actually, in this case,
I guess it is.

You'll do fine.

Nell will be listening in on you
at all times.

At all times?

What if I have to use the restroom?
I have a shy bladder.

Mm-hm.

Mm.

OIlie was being stubborn.

What you call not wanting to hand
over his life's dream for a payday?

There wasn't gonna be a dream
or a payday

if he kept running the company
the way he was.

Are they questioning them?

Just taking the tour.

Look, OIlie was an idealist.

All his Right Stuff fantasies weren't
making the overhead, R&D, payroll.

This is a business,
an expensive one.

So you stood to lose your shirt
if he didn't go along with the sale.

What are you implying?

No one's implying anything.

He just asked you a question.

I was in a meeting
when the accident happened.

That's not what he asked you.

With four other people
who can verify that.

- How is that for an answer?
- Sounds more like an alibi to me.

Gary Clay, FAA.

I don't understand
why the FAA would be involved.

The accident occurred
in a testing chamber.

Which raises safety issues
that could affect a flight.

Yeah, I've got a work order here.

It's a pre-flight data audit.

Okay.

I wanna speak to your supervisor.

Fine, but, you know,
if I can't do my job,

I gotta make a phone call,

and the guy I call
makes a phone call,

and the launch is scrubbed, so...

Wait here.

I'll have one of our systems engineers
escort you to the test chamber.

Awesome. Cool.

I mean, great.

Ahem. That would be very helpful,
thank you. Ahem.

She seems nice.

Used to be in business with Roby,
selling things you weren't supposed to.

- To people who weren't to have them.
- Business is expensive.

Your words.

I'm not selling anyone's technology.

We might wanna take a look
at that satellite.

Come back with an army of lawyers,
because we launch in four hours,

if that payload doesn't go up,
it'll ruin this company.

Not what OIlie Drewett
would have wanted.

And that's something Ariel and I
can agree on.

She thinks you killed her father.

Then she's wrong.

The eagle has landed.

Eric, you're going to be great.

I got your back.

- Colin Benson. On a schedule.
- Gary Clay.

Great, everyone's leaving
for the launch site but me.

- Where did you go to school?
- Uh... UC Boulder.

Couldn't make the cut at Caltech,
huh?

Undergrad. Got my masters at MIT.

So did I. Professor Gordon Ellis.

What a hard-ass,

- but he sure knew his aerospace.
- Yeah.

You know,
I really didn't need this today.

New fuel feed system has us
generating seven megahertz at liftoff.

Have to completely refigure
the Pogo Effect.

Oh, yeah?

Hang on. Searching "pogo effect."

You do know
what I'm talking about, right?

I'm still searching.

Actually, no.

Because anything over five megahertz,
you shouldn't be launching.

Nicely done.

I'm gonna need access
to your system.

Hey, you can go
to the launch site now.

Eric, got something for you
on Gordon Ellis.

Oh, and by the way?

Gordon Ellis hasn't taught at MIT
for ten years.

And we're in.

I've got the data stream,
and scanning

- for bugs in the software.
- All right, good.

I'm gonna inspect the chamber.

Nell? Nell, we've got a problem.

Nell, you gotta help me.

Help!

- Somebody, help me!
- Oh, my God, Eric.

Problem, Miss Jones?

It's the testing chamber.

Eric's locked inside
and I can't shut it down.

- Somebody, help!
- Callen, we have an emergency.

Nell, emergency shutoff.
What am I looking for?

It's an override button.
It's red, protected by a clear cover.

You're sure Eric is all right,
Mr. Callen?

A little shaken up,
but Sam thinks he's gonna be fine.

Where was Holt
when Eric got trapped?

The launch site, with everyone else.

A very convenient alibi.

Much as I understand your cynicism,
Mr. Callen,

Who set the chamber in motion?

Holt is either working
with someone else

or there's another suspect
we're just not seeing.

Eric wants to stay here
and keep fishing around.

Kensi, Deeks will keep an eye on him.
Sam and I are headed back.

Very good, Mr. Callen.

Try not to get frozen or melted again
until we get back.

It's "frelted."

So, Eric, bad idea?

No.

Not yet.

All right, Eric. I ran a systems check
on the test chamber.

No sign of a software malfunction.

What about Colin Benson?
He was with me right before I went in.

Well, he wasn't back
on his computer yet,

unless he logged in
from another site.

I'm still sweeping the system.
I'll let you know if I find anything.

Sorry you almost got frelted.

I hate that word.

- She said "frelted," didn't she?
- Ugh.

- See, Kensi, it's catching on.
- Yeah.

I heard what happened. Is he okay?

Yeah, he seems to be.

Is it possible for someone
to remotely activate the test chamber?

No, not that I'm aware of.
It's a closed system.

So where were you
15 minutes ago?

I was at the launch site.

Drewett fired a dozen
employees after the last launch.

One of them filed a wrongful
termination suit. Jeff Kinto.

Kinto lives near the spaceport.

He claimed that DST
was violating some safety standards.

Got the FAA involved,
but the suit was settled.

FAA investigation
never came to anything.

FAA, huh? Maybe it's time
the FAA reopens the case

in view of Drewett's death.

Think Eric's up for another assignment
after he almost got killed today?

What doesn't kill you
makes you stronger.

We're talking about Eric.

Intellectual fortitude is just
as important as physical strength.

I'm just saying, in the short time
that I've been working with Mr. Beale...

Oh, now it's Mr. Beale.

- He seems much more resilient
than he may appear to be.

Looks can be deceiving,

and since deception is one of the key
aspects of being a good undercover...

Nell, do you have something for us?

Well, I was going
over Holt's phone records.

Seven phone calls to Curtis Roby
in the last two weeks.

Ariel said Holt was putting out feelers
to sell the company.

Roby's probably a potential buyer.

True. Holt and Roby
also worked together ten years ago,

when they were convicted of selling
restricted parts to hostile nations.

I think it's time we talk to Roby.

See if he's got the wrong stuff.

So this guy fancies himself
as an artist?

Not exactly Rodin, is he?

Coming from a guy
who decorates his living room

with a portrait of dogs
playing poker?

That's intentional. I'm fully aware of the
kitsch factor. It's a statement of irony.

Is that what you tell girls you
take back to your place?

Just the art history majors.

Okay, Eric, it's showtime, buddy.

He looks nervous.

Well, you would be too
if you almost got frelted.

Mr. Kinto?

Gary Clay, FAA. I need to talk to you
about Drewett Space Technologies.

- I settled.
- We re-opened the case.

Because of what happened
to Drewett?

You claimed they fired you
without cause.

They did me a favor.

Now I build what's really important.

Art.

Quite a 180
for an aerospace engineer.

Why did they fire you?

They modified a guidance system.

Ran a stationary engine test.

And it didn't turn out so good.

New parts were substandard.

But you ordered them.

Yes. But it was Holt who said he knew
where to get ones for a cheaper price.

And Ariel Drewett approved it.

But when it was discovered,
they put the blame on you.

Getting this, Hetty?

Loud and clear.

- Uh-oh.
- Could you elaborate on "uh-oh,"

Miss Jones?

Well, I've been crosschecking
background information

on everyone
associated with this case.

It seems
that one of our Turkish friends

has some glaring discrepancies
in his personal history.

Ali Yilmaz did not attend
Ankara University as his CV suggests.

Everybody lies on their résumé.
Or, at least, that's what Sam told me.

His passport record shows recent
travel to Tunisia, Syria and Libya.

Cell phones brought down
the Egyptian government.

In the wrong hands,
a communication satellite

can crush a revolution
by controlling the airwaves.

I'm just saying.

I think we need to have a chat
with our friend, Mr. Yilmaz.

Drewett Technologies is scheduled
to launch that rocket

in exactly 26 minutes.

They need to delay
until we can confirm

that neither their satellite nor rocket
have been compromised.

Patch me in to Mr. Callen.

We're on it, Hetty.
Roby's gonna have to wait.

This thing go any faster?

Final checks are complete.
All systems are green.

- Resume countdown.
- Resuming countdown.

Seven, six, five, four, three,
two, one.

We have ignition.

And liftoff.

All systems look good.
We are in the green.

Too late.

Ten seconds into flight.

Positive tracking.
Burn rate is steady.

We have vehicle failure.

There's not much left.

Nothing left.

They determine the cause?

Take weeks. Why bother?

All these test mock-ups.

People thought my father kept them
around for his vanity.

He told me they reminded him
of how far we had come,

and how hard we'd worked.

He saw every single one of them
as a sacrifice.

What did you see them as?

Something
that he and I did together.

And now, we'II...

I lost my father too.

He was an amazing man.

Strong. Principled.

And you still miss him?

Every day.

But I found a way to move on.

It's what he would have wanted.

And it's definitely what I needed.

Eric Beale, returning from the field.

Is there a debrief?
Do I write a report?

Not exactly sure
what the protocol is.

You can return your FAA credential
to me, and go back to Ops.

Right.

Mr. Beale?

I'm most appreciative of your efforts.

Really?

You brought us valuable intelligence

at great risk
to your own personal well-being.

That's what I call
solid undercover work.

And without the aid of a weapon.

So, what now?

Now we find out
who sabotaged that launch, and why.

Cell phone records indicate you called
Roby one hour after your partner died.

Our company was devalued,
but we still had assets.

Better to get something than nothing,
which is what we have now.

Drewett found out you bought parts
for the vehicle

that were substandard
and unreliable.

That's not a reason to kill someone.

Besides,
Drewett replaced everything.

Oversaw the installation himself.

One of the Turkish representatives,
Ali Yilmaz, has links

to a half a dozen countries barred
from military trade with the U.S.

You have a history of selling sensitive
technology to bad people, Mr. Holt.

Maybe you let Yilmaz get a look at the
classified technology in that satellite.

And Drewett found out about it.

Now, that's a reason
to kill somebody.

He reminds me of every guy
who looked me in the face,

and said, "I'll call you."

Ladies see through that?

Really?

So Kensi thinks he looks hinky.

Well, looking hinky and being hinky
are two different things.

- You think Ariel is wrong about Holt?
- Maybe.

Holt wasn't near that test
chamber when Eric almost got fried.

Frelted.

Why try to kill Eric?
That doesn't make any sense.

A misdirect.

Putting the focus on a malfunction,
instead of the murder.

Which we know it's not.

Okay, so the operating system
was remotely activated,

which could indicate Holt
has an accomplice.

Or that he doesn't
and we're looking for somebody else.

Whoever locked the chamber
and started the test

had to have Eric go inside
and Drewett too.

- Cameras?
- There's only one.

It feeds
to a closed-in security system.

Unless...

My old desk.

- Just as you left it.
- Heh.

My chair.

Untouched and unswiveled.

Are you okay?

It's just not easy coming back in
after you've been out there.

Yeah. I guess I understand.

I mean, even if you were out there
for only seven hours.

- You must be hooked.
- Yeah.

No.

It was challenging and exhilarating,

- but ultimately...
- Unsatisfying.

Yeah.

Well, we have a ton of data
to go through.

I'm back, Nell.

I'm glad, Eric.

Accessing Drewett's computer.

I got e-mails.

They were hidden in a cloud file.

Hey, this one's recent.

Okay. Holt to Drewett:
"New MEMS are here."

Micro-Electro-Mechanical Systems.
It's special chips.

Drewett to Holt, "Great."

- Holt to Drewett...
- "I'm happy to install."

Drewett, "Be my guest."

But Holt told Callen and Sam
that Drewett installed them.

- Well, he must have lied.
- Why?

Because maybe
he never swapped them out.

Camera within a camera. Sneaky.

Just like we did in Kosovo.

Question is, who put it there?

We're missing something.

In my case, a fortune.

But how is that possible?

Because you have no future?
Just saying.

We've analyzed the telemetry data
on all three launches.

The first two were test
launches. They went perfectly.

The third, carrying the satellite,
went kaboom after 15 seconds.

But the graphs and data
on all three are the same.

Which is weird.

What kind of weird?

Well, the first two
didn't carry a payload.

The third carried the satellite.
It's small, but it's heavy.

There would have been
a weight differential.

Which would have skewed
the telemetry data.

Unless,
wasn't carrying a real satellite.

A dummy. Like the mock-ups
that weigh practically nothing.

The rocket failure was a cover.

Final "shake and bake" test
wasn't scheduled.

It was Drewett's idea,
checking things one last time.

The moment he started that test,
he would've found out

- that the satellite had been replaced.
- And there's your motive.

The launch goes ahead,
the rocket explodes,

destroying the evidence.

Someone walks off
with a state-of-the-art satellite

loaded
with classified U.S. Technology.

Seller's market.

It would fit in an overhead.

Stealing a satellite is one thing,
but selling it?

Not easy to get one
through security.

It's not the satellite that's so important,
but what's inside.

The satellite, solar panels,
battery, transponders,

but in here, nanotechnology.

Tiny machines,
smaller than the hair on a flea.

And very classified.

Chop-shop.

Strip it down, mark up the parts.
Hard to trace.

Holt has to be working
with somebody else.

Got an alibi
for when Drewett was killed.

So he gave someone remote access
to the test chamber.

Someone who could have monitored
and activated it

from his computer or smartphone.

Whoever
was watching the micro-camera.

Curtis Roby?

He and Holt do have a history of selling
restricted parts to the wrong people.

Kensi, Deeks, find him.
Check him out.

Curtis Roby?

NCIS.

I know who you are.

How did you find me?

Smartphones.

Law enforcement's friend.

That's an invasion of my privacy.

Maybe you should have answered
when we called you.

Why? I've got nothing to talk about.

Not even OIlie Drewett?

Okay. Let's talk about Harlan Holt.

You and Holt do have a history
of being naughty, don't you?

That was a long time ago.

Holt's calls weren't a long time ago.

Seven calls
in the space of two weeks?

The most recent being an hour
after Drewett died.

He wanted me to buy
into Drewett's company.

That would have been
a sweet payback.

Payback for what?

For not making me a partner
in his company, like he did Holt.

Well, I guess two guys
with a history of illegal sales

wouldn't have looked good
in the company profile.

Drewett wasn't gonna let the deal
go through.

Pretty good reason
to get him out of the way.

I was nowhere near that building
when Drewett was killed.

And I can prove it.

You are a software engineer

who specializes
in remote operating systems.

You didn't have to be there.

You and Holt team up again?

This time, get real naughty?

- You've got it wrong.
- Do we?

I hated OIlie Drewett.

But I did not kill him.

Well, looked you right in the eye
when he said it.

And didn't even blink.

Which leaves us with Mr. Hinky.

Holt.

- Kens, you ready?
- We're in position.

On your mark.

Three, two, one.

Clear.

That's funny.

Didn't really see him
as a country music fan.

Nell, Holt's dead. Where's Yilmaz?

At his motel.

He hasn't been near Holt's place
since the launch.

- And Roby?
- Nothing on Roby's computer

suggests he could've been
monitoring the chamber

or had any remote access
to control it.

This rules out Holt.

Somebody knew
Drewett went into that chamber.

You can't sit around,
watching a camera feed all day.

Drewett's text to Ariel said
he was gonna do one last test.

Maybe someone hacked
into her phone.

They intercept the text,

check the monitor,
see Drewett, activate the system.

Murder by remote.

And we've got our hacker.

Jeff Kinto.

Who better to help Holt
screw the company

than someone
the company screwed over.

Only Kinto decides to kill Holt

and sell the satellite technology
himself.

If he hasn't done so already.

We could be in luck, guys.

Kinto rents a booth
at the Saugus Speedway flea market.

Trading starts at 7 a.m.
Tomorrow morning.

Ten bucks? Really?

- What did you pay for yours?
- Let's go this way.

Eyes on Kinto.

Coming up on his booth now.

They've made contact.

It can't be the sculptures
they're interested in.

More likely what's attached to them.

Hiding the satellite chips
in plain sight.

Now, wait for the exchange.

Kensi, Deeks, take the buyers.

Kensi, Deeks, we've got Kinto.

Everybody down!

Power system, fueled and ready.

Pre-flight checks, complete.
Rotor systems, go.

Structural
and engine post-assembly check, go.

Launch area, cleared and ready.

Vehicle power, on.

Engaging
remote flight control system.

This is gonna be so cool.

Initiate countdown.

Initiating countdown.

Ten, nine, eight, seven...

Just a little something
to show my appreciation

for helping me
through my first, and hopefully last,

undercover assignment.

This is so sweet.

Couldn't have done it without you guys.
Especially you, Sam.

- Me?
- Yeah.

Well, after Callen told me
about how he found you

puking your guts out before you went
on your first undercover assignment,

I figured, I could do this, no sweat.

I had food poisoning.

Think of it as truth
re-imagined for the higher good.

Oh, that's nice.

I almost forgot.

I heard you're going back
on your delivery job tomorrow.

Figured I'd save myself some time.

Is that right?

- It's not a problem, is it?
- No.

- It's fragile?
- Uh... Very.

- It's insured?
- Of course.

That was a very smart decision.
Mm-mm!

Oops.