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but there is no way I can make it by 7:00.

Just eat without me.

Yes, I realize it's your parents.

Tell your dad to order the most expensive cab.

He's good at that.

Oh...

No, you did not order any...

...sarcasm, honey, but you realize

what time of year it is.

All of my clients waited until the last minute

to file their taxes, again.

Of course I want to see your parents.

Well, maybe the problem is you insist on

inviting them to town every year around tax day,

like you're testing me or something.

Yes, it's true, you've been doing it for 11 years.

Of course I'm keeping the receipts.

That's literally my job.

What do you want me to say?

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Stewart.

"My in-laws are in town, so I won't have time

to finish your returns?"

I am not burning my practice to the ground

after all the work I've put into building it.

Yes, I'll try to get there for dessert.

Love you.

Oh, my God!

Dispatch said a man broke in after hours,

tried to burn the office down.

LAPD's on their way, but caller said

the victim is no longer a threat.

Oh. And all those banker's boxes

equal more than a few matchboxes.

Many unhappy returns.

Why didn't the sprinklers go off?

Somebody's quick on their feet; avoided some serious damage.

I tried to move him, but his skin fell off.

I didn't know what to do.

Well, you did your part by

putting out the fire.

I tell you what, let's step aside,

let my team finish from here.

Buck, check for hot spots.

-Chim, you're with me. -Copy that.

-Pulse is weak. -Breathing shallow.

Sir, can you hear me? Can you tell me your name?

No response. Probably burn shock.

I'll start him on oxygen.

Pulse ox is good. No signs of smoke inhalation.

All right. So I can take this off?

Not unless you want to go to the hospital, too.

Okay, office is clear. I found this.

Looks like it belongs to the perp.

Mason Lewis. You know this guy?

He's a client who's being audited.

It's-it's gonna be okay.

We're gonna get you out of here.

Foil blanket, then let's get him on a gurney.

Dispatch, this is Captain Nash, 118. We're wrapping up here.

Please alert L. A. General Burn Center

-we are nine minutes out. -He's good, Cap.

Hey, listen, if you experience any dizziness

or lightheadedness, get yourself to an ER.

Not today, I won't.

I still have piles of returns to go through

to see what I can salvage.

Well, it's like they say, Cap:

only two things in this life are inevitable.

Death and taxes.

Well, and sometimes they go together.

Dispatch, this is 727-L-30

arriving at 3124 Glen Drive

to provide assistance in arrest warrant.

Copy, 727-L-30.

-So, who's today's lucky contestant? -Dominic Dawson.

47-year-old male wanted for defrauding

a homeless charity.

Dominic Dawson of Dawson Dream It foundation?

Got caught buying a yacht with the organization's money.

They're saying he's a potential flight risk.

He's in there now.

Mm. Second floor.

So let's stop talking about it.

Police. Open up.

Open up! Police!

Suspect in bathroom. Battering ram needed.

Police. Come out with your hands up.

Open up the door, now.

Don't shoot. I'll be right out.

Really?

I'd give it a minute.

Yo, there sure were a lot of new people

showing up back there.

Evidence division.

We didn't just serve an arrest warrant.

A search warrant came with it.

Almost always does.

I would think a man such as yourself would know that.

You mean a thief such as myself, right?

You know, last time I checked

I was innocent till proven guilty.

Is that why you're asking so many innocent questions?

-I just don't like having people in my house. -Oh, well,

they should only be there

two, maybe three days at most.

Sooner if you tell us where you're hiding

all that money you embezzled.

Sir. Dominic!

Dispatch, this is 727-L-30.

I need an RA unit and backup unit

at Temple and Alameda, now.

Suspect is unconscious.

Copy that loud and clear, 727-L-30.

Temple and Alameda. I've located an available unit.

The 133 is en route. They're two minutes out.

Is the suspect breathing?

Barely.

Dominic? Dominic, can you hear me?

Dominic!

Can you check for a pulse?

No carotid pulse. Starting chest compressions.

Stay with me, Dominic. Help is almost here.

Let's go.

Okay, got nothing. We got this, Officer.

-Sergeant, what happened? -I don't know.

He just collapsed.

Okay, we got a pulse. Let's move him.

All right, escort them to the hospital and stay with him.

Wherever he goes, you go.

-Got it? -Roger.

And you're certain there was

no altercation of any kind upon arrest?

Sergeant Grant?

Did he resist?

He gave himself up.

I put him in the car.

Did he seem nervous? Panicky?

Not at all.

One minute, he's chatting me up,

the next minute, he's down for the count.

Well, it sounds like you did everything by the book, so

now it's just about the paperwork,

and that won't be too bad.

He had a pulse when they took him away.

Not anymore.

We just got word from the hospital.

Dominic Dawson is dead.

Remember that big math test? I aced it.

-Hmm. -But science is still my favorite subject.

We made s'mores with solar ovens.

Now we can make s'mores every night, like we used to.

No, not every night.

Why not?

Well, funny thing about solar ovens,

they don't work at night.

Dad, you know what I mean.

I still miss making s'mores with you, Mom.

I'm sure she misses making them with you, too, bud.

Dad, do you think she can hear us when we talk to her?

Absolutely.

That's why we come here.

I wish I could hear her talk back.

Me, too, bud.

Me, too.

Hey, do you want to go to the store on the way back?

We can pick up some stuff to make some s'mores.

Can we make an extra one for Mom?

Always.

They're not suggesting you had anything to do with it?

Of course not, but that doesn't change the fact that

-he collapsed in the back of my patrol car. -Right.

-He was under my supervision. -But, Athena,

I don't think there's anything you or anyone

could have done to prevent it.

I just keep replaying it over in my head.

Yeah.

I know you want to find an answer, but this

might be a case where there isn't one.

The man could have just died,

and there's no rhyme or reason to it.

There is always a reason.

Whoa, that is a lot of ice cream.

Is Jee having a party that I don't know about?

Broken freezer at the grocery store equals

50% off of ice cream.

An offer that would be criminal to refuse.

-We're never gonna eat all that. -Mmm.

Well, think about how much I saved.

A year's worth of ice cream for the price of six months.

And there's no such thing as too much ice cream.

Here, try this. Dulce de deliciousness.

-Oh, my God. -Right?

It's like you can taste the cinnamon.

No. Oh, my God, this. It's from the IRS.

Okay, so open it.

Nothing good ever comes from the IRS.

Not opening it doesn't change the fact that you got it.

May I?

They're probably just trying to verify your new address

or something.

-Or not. You're being audited. -What?

How is that possible?

It's probably just some random audit.

They do these things all the time.

It's not the end of the world. Everything's gonna be fine.

Hey.

This is another letter from the IRS addressed to me.

They want to meet with us together.

In person.

I don't get it. Something must have triggered it.

Maybe it's the loan we got from your parents.

I knew we should have never taken that money.

Uh, that's not what you said when we deposited the check.

What about the donation we gave during the move?

All tax-deductible and totally legit.

Look, you're spiraling.

We both are, and I don't know

what we're freaking out about

because, obviously, it was a simple mistake.

You know, it's not like we intentionally meant

to do something wrong.

Maddie, it's the IRS;

they don't care about intentions.

-Ice cream. -Oh, great.

You're supposed to be in bed.

Ice cream.

Might as well let her eat some.

Could be the last time

we have a late-night snack with our daughter

-before they haul us off to jail. -Shh.

Papa jail.

Okay, do you want some ice cream?

I've been looking up all the most common reasons

for being audited, and nothing is ringing a bell.

Well, why don't you call an accountant

and get an expert opinion?

Ah, we want to make sure we have all our ducks in a row first.

-He's gonna shoot 'em down. -Do you have any foreign accounts?

You know, maybe something your dad set up for you

when you were a kid.

Something my dad set up for me?

That's hilarious. Next.

You know, Chim, I looked into it as well,

and apparently there's a 0.6% chance

of just being audited at random.

Lies. Nothing is random. And nobody is helping!

Neither are you.

Look, don't beat yourself up, Chim.

I'm not great at doing my taxes, either. No one is.

-Uh, I am. -Seriously?

You missed his whole superpower phase.

I actually thought about using my newfound math skills

to file my taxes by hand this year.

-So did you? -No.

I-I said I thought about it. I hired a professional.

Still not helping.

Why are you and Maddie doing

your own taxes anyway?

We're using a computer program instead of a real person,

'cause it's cheaper.

Until they hit you with the fines.

You guys think I'm a goner, don't you?

-Hey, listen, Chim.

Remember, with the IRS you can run, but you can't hide.

Auntie Marie was the glue of this family.

She left us with countless memories

and mountains' worth of unsolicited advice.

But there was one piece of advice

that she gave to me that I will cherish forever.

The guiding principle of life

that I will continue to live by

and pass on for generations to come.

And that piece of advice is...

We were just getting started when it crashed through

and landed on top of Marie.

She's breathing.

Looks like this angel was literally watching over her.

Hen, Ravi, get that driver out of here.

Eddie, Buck, I want airbags.

Let's get this car lifted and stabilized

before we move her.

All right. All right.

Are you in any pain?

No, not really?

Did you black out before the crash?

I saw two parking spaces, then there was just one.

Clearly not the one I just drove into.

Let's get him on a gurney.

-Okay, Cap, this isn't gonna hold much longer. -All right,

hit it on green, let's go.

Going up.

That's it, keep going.

I knew these heels would be the death of me.

Well, you broke your ankle

to avoid being crushed by a car.

-Take the win. Almost there.

Okay, we're good.

All right, let's get her out. Let's move her.

Okay, on three. One, two, three.

Hen, I'm gonna need a hand over here.

I'm on my way.

Vitals are clear.

Obvious fracture to the fibula.

-You good? Yeah.

I've got this.

She's coming to.

Ma'am, can you hear me?

Everyone came to see me?

-Ma'am, can you tell me your name? -Marie.

Hi, Marie, I'm Hen. How you feeling?

Any specific pain?

I always have pain in my hip.

Backboard.

On three. One, two, three.

There we go.

I'm sorry for your loss, ma'am.

I-I can't imagine how hard it must have been

to lose your twin.

Sorry for my loss? That's me.

You were in attendance at your own funeral?

Oh, I-I was sitting right over there.

Now, what better place to be for your own funeral

than the front row?

It's called a living funeral.

Natalia planned it for me.

She's my death doula.

Death doula?

I've only heard of the other kind.

I prefer "end-of-life" doula.

Here I thought my job was interesting.

You just lifted a car off of a human being.

I'd say your job is pretty interesting.

Hey, Buck, make some room.

Uh, let me take you this way.

All right, ma'am, try not to move.

You may have dislocated your hip.

Well, it happens all the time.

A symptom of my everlasting fight with bone cancer.

Don't lose hope just yet.

This isn't about losing hope.

You see all those people there?

I haven't seen any of them in years.

I invited them out to this ceremony

so that I didn't have

-to see them from a casket. Hmm.

Where's the fun in that?

I guess that's one way of throwing a family reunion.

We're all gonna die alone.

Might as well spend time with our loved ones

while we're still living.

Uh, hey, can I take a look at that?

I, uh, I meant your hand.

-This? It's just a scratch. -Well, I-I specialize in scratches.

Here, why don't you take a seat?

Uh, so, aside from

planning pre-death funerals,

what exactly does an end-of-life doula do?

Well, if your job is to prevent death,

my job is to help people accept it.

You know, you, uh, you might say

death and I are old acquaintances.

Maybe even friends for a moment.

Lucky you. How'd you pull that off?

I died. Just for a few minutes.

Struck by lightning.

Wow, that sounds amazing.

Would you like to grab a coffee?

I'd love to hear more.

Uh, about your... about your acquaintance.

Uh, yeah. Yeah, that sounds nice.

Buck, let's move.

Uh, I gotta... I gotta go.

Here.

You ready?

I think I am now.

Life's gotten really complicated,

Mom, I'm sorry.

No, we can't visit that weekend.

Uh, Christopher's got homecoming on Saturday,

and the weekend after that... Ah... work.

How about April 22? That looks free.

Dad, that's the Earth Day field trip.

It's not on here.

It should be.

Sorry, Mom.

Apparently the Earth is more important.

-Dad. -How about...

this summer?

We can make a whole week out of it.

Dad, we gotta go!

Hey, come talk to your abuela.

We're gonna be late.

Sorry, Mom, I gotta go.

-Dad, hurry up! -Coming!

We'll figure something out.

Okay? I promise.

We got time.

-What do you think they're in for? -Chim...

Fake designer bag. I'm gonna go with Ponzi scheme masterminds.

-Mr. and Mrs. Nicholson? -Here.

How about her?

Concealing her beanie side-hustle on Etsy?

Oh, my God, will you please play a game

on your phone or something?

You're gonna give me an aneurysm.

Hey, how come you're so zen about this all of a sudden?

Because there's nothing we can do about it.

Yeah, but doesn't it bother you

that the government's gonna be all up in our business,

combing through every inch of our lives

with a fine-tooth comb?

'Cause that's what an audit is, Maddie.

They leave no stone unturned.

Are you afraid that I'm gonna find out something I shouldn't?

No. You?

Of course not.

Okay, then.

Hey, do they still have debtors' prison?

This isn't a Dickens novel.

Buckley, Han?

-Follow me. -Remember what we said.

Never take candy from strangers

except on Halloween.

Don't give them any information unless they ask for it.

We are fine. Just... relax.

Right.

Do you know why you're here?

The letters didn't say.

This is a test. It's a test, isn't it?

Your returns indicate what we believe to be tax fraud.

Tax fraud?

No, no, no. We're not-- We would never...

We're not criminals. I mean, look at us.

We're not frauds, either. We're actually very genuine.

Do you both reside at the address listen on your returns?

-Yes. Yes, we do. -Yes. Yes.

And yet you both filed separately

and both claimed head of household.

I thought I was gonna claim head of household.

-Yeah, to which I replied I already had. -I pay over half

-the expenses. -I pay plenty of expenses.

Enough ice cream to feed a small village doesn't count.

It does if your family eats like a small village.

-It was an honest mistake.

It's only your first violation.

There's more than one?

The dependent, Jee-Yun Buckley Han.

You both claimed her as well.

Oh. I didn't know that you were gonna claim Jee.

I guess we didn't really discuss it.

You know what, filing on the computer, it was...

-it was very quick... -It was just so fast

and we just... I-I think that's just another

-honest mistake. -Mm. You're two for two?

-Is there more? -You tell me.

Okay...

I...

Okay, I borrowed money from my parents to buy a house,

and I didn't claim it as income.

Probably claimed some medical expenses we shouldn't have

when our daughter was in the hospital.

She had a viral infection.

-And then we thought it got worse. -But she's okay,

and we have receipts from the hospital if you need 'em.

I donated my old car to charity.

None of that was flagged on your returns.

So we're good?

No, you are not.

Are we going to debtors' prison?

This isn't a Dickens novel.

That's what I said.

We just send people to regular prison now.

You will both need to refile your returns correctly,

upon which time we will determine

precisely what you owe.

That's it? -You will also need to decide

who is the head of your household.

Well, we could switch every year.

I love that idea. Let's just alternate.

-Love it. -I love how awesome you're being.

You should leave my desk immediately.

-Understood. -Departing now.

So, uh... how's Marie?

Physically, she's not well.

I mean, she survived the accident,

and won't have any major injuries--

thanks to you guys-- but

it's not like it slowed down the cancer.

Emotionally, however, she's... she's doing really great.

Well, thanks to you.

It's fascinating.

I-I never knew someone could spend their life

bringing people closer to death... legally.

But you've been closer than anybody.

Been there and come back.

That is so freakin' cool.

-I don't know. Cool? -Well, wasn't it?

Come on, be honest.

Look how excited you are.

You're like a legit fangirl for this stuff.

You might say I'm dying to know.

Pun very much intended.

I'll start by saying I woke up in a world

that was both everything and nothing

I ever wanted it to be.

I can tell from the look on your face

that made absolutely no sense.

Firefighter and philosopher. Noted.

Yeah. Uh, okay, but let me start again.

I-I woke up in a hospital.

And at first, everything seemed completely normal.

Athena.

Oh, sorry to impose on your lunch, Luann.

It's all right. How can I help you?

Well, I'm here on unofficial business.

We had a suspect go down during an arrest the other day.

A Dominic Dawson.

That name sounds familiar.

I believe he was admitted to the ER yesterday.

Yes.

We picked up his body yesterday evening.

Do we have any information

-on his cause of death yet? -Not yet.

Unfortunately, we're backlogged.

-That bus accident downtown.

It'll probably be another day or two before I get to him.

-So we know nothing. -Listen,

you're more than welcome to take a look at the body--

-unofficially. -If that's okay.

Ah. Uh, honestly, looking at a body

doesn't always tell you much.

Our answers are usually found under the skin.

Here we are. Dominic Dawson.

This can't be right.

That isn't him.

He's listed as number 107.

This is his bracelet.

But not his body.

So, then, who is this?

And where is Dominic Dawson?

Body's been identified as Seth Davis.

Any idea when he swapped the hospital bracelet?

Security footage doesn't show anybody unusual

coming or going, so,

must have made the swap before the transfer.

After he came back from the dead.

Officers found a bottle of Lisinopril--

it's a blood pressure medication--

emptied in his bathroom, so he must have given himself

just enough of an overdose.

Caused his vitals to plummet in the back of your car.

-Why would someone do that? -In this case,

I figure it's gotta be one of three things:

money, money or money.

-But I'm actually more curious

as to what you were doing here in the first place.

Finding out that our suspect wasn't dead.

Anything?

Only explanation I have is he was given

the wrong bracelet in the ER.

-And how likely is that? It's not.

But it's also not impossible.

We may be looking at a simple mistake.

Oh, no. This was not a mistake.

Well, you got what you hoped for.

You found your answer.

Well, I found the first answer.

And like any good answer,

it raised a whole lot of new questions.

I spoke with Hen about the Lisinopril.

She said it would have bottomed out his blood pressure

for about 20 minutes.

Dominic!

So he could have come to in the ER,

made the switch then.

Harvey,

we need some help

-in the lobby. -Roger that.

The ER was inundated after that bus crash.

He was able to get out, but go where?

That's the million-dollar question.

The police have been tossing his house

looking for the money he stole.

I just don't like having people in my house.

Oh, well, they should only be there two,

maybe three days.

Sneaky son of a...

Crime scene techs just left.

-We're pulling out. Copy that.

Stop!

Dominic Dawson, as I live and breathe.

The money and the dead man.

Nice work, Sergeant.

-Two for one special.

-Not again. I'll get the AED. -Call for an RA unit.

Shock advised. Charging.

-Clear. -Clear!

Where is that ambulance?

How long have you been doing compressions?

About seven minutes.

All right.

-Athena... -Okay.

We got this.

-Shock advised. -Nothing.

-Charging. -Preparing to shock.

-Clear. -Clear!

-Nothing. What happened?

He was going through processing,

and then he just collapsed, again.

Maybe that Lisinopril did a better job than it should have.

Sharp decline of blood flow,

basically asking for a heart attack.

Well, I'd say let's call the police, but...

I'll get the medical examiner on the line.

Just give it a minute.

Make sure he doesn't make another run for it.

-So it was the cancer? -Yeah.

Her organs started failing after the accident,

but she-she was already in a pretty bad way.

Natalia said the doctors actually complimented our work.

We're all gonna die alone.

That's what she said to me and Hen.

Yes and no.

Right? I-I mean,

she got to see all her friends

and family before she went.

That was a beautiful thing Natalia did for her.

Yeah, uh, Natalia.

I, uh, I may have paid her a visit, too.

Really? Dating someone you rescued?

-You know that never ends well. -This-this is different.

You know. Anyway, she wanted to ask me

-about the lightning strike. -Right.

You love being the guy with the answers.

No, I'm serious.

There's something... different about her.

I f-- I feel like she sees me.

You know? Like she-she really sees me

for who I am and what I've been through.

I think she might even see more in me

than I see in myself.

Look, I know we razzed you about your math skills.

Maybe I even tried to get rich off of 'em.

But to be honest,

you haven't been the same since it happened.

-But how could you be?

The truth is, man, uh,

I-I still don't know how to act.

I am different.

I feel like I have to try and be the...

same old Buck.

Mostly for the sake of everyone else.

You don't have to be anything for anybody.

And no one is ever the same from one day to the next.

Experiences like this, they change us.

So what changed in you?

Well, when I woke up

in that hospital,

I felt like I had gotten away with something.

You cheated death.

My life could have ended right then and there,

but it-it didn't.

That has to mean something, right?

It means you're one lucky guy.

Yeah, well, I don't think I'm gonna get that lucky again.

Well, maybe you don't have to.

Lightning doesn't strike the same place twice.

Which is why I have to make the most

of every single moment.

Because from here on out...

...it's all a gift.

Okay.

One black coffee, and one affogato.

Affogato. Fancy.

Yeah, we've got a lot of ice cream

we need to get rid of.

Thanks for coming by so last-minute.

-We really appreciate it. -Of course.

I would have invited you to my office,

but it's a little charred at the moment.

I heard. I guess this tax stuff does make people crazy.

You have no idea.

We kind of do, actually.

So this head of household business, that's just about

who makes the most money?

Or who spends the most money?

Let me simplify it for you.

File together, save yourselves $14,000.

I know it's not the most romantic thing in the world,

-but... -$14,000?

Sounds pretty romantic to me.

Great. So, next year, before you file your taxes,

there's only one thing you need to do.

-Great. -We'll be ready. What is it?

Get married.

Oh...

Who's ready for some...

s'mores?

Missed out, bud.

Hey, Mom.

Oh, nothing, just eating s'mores

and watching la novela with Christopher.

Yeah, I know it's late. I'm sorry.

I was thinking maybe we could watch it together

in El Paso next weekend.

I know.

Yeah, I know.

I know, it's last-minute, but I miss you guys,

and I know Christopher does, too.

Exactly. Why wait?

Well, there's no better time than now.

So that accountant guy suggests you two get married,

and you just go about your business like nothing happened?

Well, it felt awkward to talk about it afterwards,

so I just kind of snuck out this morning.

So now you're gonna go home, and the elephant is still

gonna be standing in the room.

I can't be the one to bring it up.

It'll feel like I'm pressuring him.

Broaching the subject isn't the same thing as pressure.

Do you want to marry Chimney?

I don't know.

There's a part of me

that never wanted to marry anyone ever again.

Yeah, but this is Chimney.

A completely different situation.

He's amazing and sweet,

and he loves you to no end.

Yes, he is all of those things.

And we are committed to each other

-'cause we're raising our daughter. -Exactly.

Exactly. So why do we need to get married?

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