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Okay, 118,

I want ladders up, ventilation,

inch-and-three-quarter
hose line. Let's go!

Hoses out!
Let's get that water flowing!

Ladders. Come on,
let's go, let's go!

Let's do it!

Oh, my God! No!

- Sir! Sir!
- Oh, my God!

My wife and my son,
are they okay?

- How old is your son?
- He's 11 months old.

There's a nursery on

the second floor on the right.

Okay, we will get them
out of there. Officer.

Come here, sir.

Kinard, Han, Wilson,
double time!

We got people inside!

On it!

Let's go! Let's go!

LAFD! Can anyone hear me?

Upstairs! Let's go!

We can't wait
for that hose line!

Ma'am?

Ma'am.

Hen, Chim,
get up here right now.

Ma'am, can you hear me?

Micah.

Micah? Where's Micah?

- The nursery.
- The nursery, okay.

Let's get her up and
let's get her out. Let's go.

- Where's that hose line?
- It's on
its way, Cap.

We can't wait! Let's go, Tommy!

Cap, wait!

And this is
North Remembrance Hall.

In addition to
our outdoor interment spaces,

we also have

four mausoleum halls,

as well as three
indoor columbaria.

We have several vaults available

in East Hall, if you prefer,

but I've always liked
the morning light

in here. The halls are
all climate controlled

and open to visitors
8:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m.,

362 days a year.

- Mom?
- We offer a floral
placement service.

Some families choose
to have their flowers placed

on birthdays or holidays,
others on a more frequent basis.

The families don't
come themselves?

Some do,

but life has a way of filling

all the nooks and crannies
of our calendars.

I just...

don't think it's right.

I don't think my husband

would want to be inside.

Appreciate your time,
Mr. Powell,

but I think we need
to find someplace else.

Mom, it's been almost two weeks.

At some point, we're gonna
have to have a funeral.

Yeah, tell that to the federal,
state and local authorities.

They still haven't
released his body.

But they will
eventually,

and we have to be ready.

And we will be.

We just need...

to find the right place.

Maybe this is them, now. Mm.

Hello?

Um, I'm sorry.

I'm going to need you

to explain that to me again.

No.

I did not authorize that.

Did the kids leave already?

They got a lift
to school with the Martins.

I...

wanted to make you breakfast.

Oh?

I mean, thank you.

It's your first day
back at work.

A week earlier than
your doctor recommended.

It'll be light duty.

Don't worry, I'm not looking
to pop any stitches.

I can't believe
they're asking you back

before Bobby's even--

In the ground?

It just...

- ...seems wrong.
- Everything about this

is wrong.

So, take the extra five days.

The boys are all
coming back today, too.

I have to be there.

Okay.

Uh, hey, hey, guys?

Buck?

Hey.

Uh, is-is Chimney ready?

He said we would drive in
together this morning.

First day back.

No, he's not here.

- He's not?
- He left before I woke up,

and when I texted him,

he said there was something
that he had to do before work.

Wait, he didn't tell you?

No. I-I...

feel like he's
not been telling me

a lot of things lately.

I think he might be avoiding me.

Yeah, he's been
avoiding everyone.

Did he tell you that
he's started running,

like, as a hobby?

Really?

I thought he hated running.

Well, now it's like
his favorite thing to do.

He said that
it helps clear his mind.

I think it helps him
avoid talking to anyone.

Uh, he's talking to
the counselors, though, right?

He's been doing his sessions.

I don't know that he's
actually been talking to them.

What about you?

Yeah, well, uh, I've done a lot
of therapy at this point.

Pretty good at it.

Okay, uh...

What's this for?

Because I love you,

and given recent events,
I feel like that's something

that I should start saying more.

Yeah.

I love you, too.

Did you do this?

- I got a call from downtown.
- Athena--

Apparently, one of
Captain Nash's firefighters

has been burning up the lines,

complaining about why
it's taken so long

to release his remains.
Was it you?

Yeah, but, I mean--

It was not

your place to interfere.

I was just trying to help.
I didn't think it was right

they were making you wait
so long to bury him.

Right, because until
he's in the ground,

nobody gets to move on.

They have to live
yet another day

thinking about Bobby
and how he died.

Athena, no one's ever

gonna forget about what Cap
did that day, least of all me.

Athena...

Well, congratulations,
it worked.

Funeral's next Tuesday.

- Oh, sorry.
- You're fine.

I might've come in the wrong
door. Is there a right door?

Depends.
Who are you looking for?

Captain Bobby Nash.

Why are you
looking for Captain Nash?

I was hoping he could help me
keep my sister out of prison.

There you go.

- Enjoy.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.

I'm sorry about your husband.

I hadn't heard the news,
otherwise

I wouldn't have
shown up like that.

You said your sister
was in jail.

Why was she arrested?

Uh, stalking,
breaking and entering,

attempted kidnapping.

Who was her intended victim?

Her dead son.

Who she has become convinced

is not dead,
but living in Santa Clarita.

My nephew Micah

died eight years ago
in a house fire.

Leah was there
when the fire broke out.

She couldn't get to him,

and by the time
the firefighters got there,

it was too late.

My husband's fire company.

That's right.

After that,
Leah's marriage fell apart.

She couldn't hold a job.

Some days, she could
barely get out of bed.

Basically,
all the terrible things

you think
would happen to someone

after the worst thing imaginable

happens to them.

So, I got her a job.

I own a catering company.

Found her a place to live, and

it took time, but slowly,

she began to put
her life back together.

And then what happened?

A few weeks ago,
we were on a job,

a birthday party
for a nine-year-old boy.

Mm, he would've been
the same age as your nephew.

Same birthday.

Look, as soon as I realized,

I tried to send Leah home,
but she insisted

that I was being silly,
that she could handle it.

And four days later,

she's calling me from jail.

She has become convinced that

this boy is her son

and that he was stolen from her
by this other mother.

And I've tried
to reason with her,

but she just says,
"Gary, you don't understand.

You weren't there that night."

So you went looking for someone

who was there that night.

I don't know
what I expected him to do.

Maybe I'm just desperate.

She won't listen to me.

And I thought maybe, just maybe,

she would listen to him.

Do you think

she might listen to me?

First, I'd like to start

by offering my condolences.

Words cannot express
how sorry I am.

The LAFD lost
an exceptional firefighter,

and we all lost
an exceptional person.

I'm not here to take his place.
No one can.

And I'm not gonna be
returning as your captain.

I'm just here to get you through
this difficult transition

until Chief Simpson can appoint
a candidate more worthy.

My goal

is to keep things running
smoothly while I'm here

and to support you
in this difficult time.

I know that whatever I say isn't
gonna make any of this better.

But I would like

to say a few words
about Captain Nash

and what he meant
to me personally.

Right.

One of these.

I want CO2 and
a hand line on that engine.

Buckley, kill the batteries,

stabilize the vehicles
and start extrication.

- Yeah.
- Wilson, you get her.

Han, you get...

him.

Thanks.
That was getting annoying.

LAFD, sir.
Is your seatbelt jammed?

Yeah. This crazy lady
came out of nowhere.

That jerk blew through
the red light.

Ma'am, were you unconscious?

No, but I might black out
from rage.

Does your neck hurt at all?

Nope.

Sir, I need
to check your pupils. Sir?

I bet
she was on her phone.

Oh, yeah, you can see here

where she totally
smashed my grille.

Sir, I really need
to examine you,

especially because
you seem very litigious.

Sir?

Oh, here we are.

Wow,

first he T-bones me,
now he's TMZ.

Smile. Tell the camera
why you did it.

Excuse me?
You're the one who hit me.

Uh-uh, let the record show

this was not my fault.

Are you kidding?

This is 100% your fault.

That's your car, that's her car

and that's a "T" that you boned.

This is all your fault.

So, if you'll kindly
sit your ass down,

I can check you
for a head injury,

make sure you don't
bleed out and die.

Han, a word.

Yeah, that's right. Yeah.

What, you gonna give me
a lecture on comportment?

No, a chance to cool off.

You mean a time out. No, thanks!

I'll just scrub the crapper.

I know you're hurting.
I am, too.

You know,
you shouldn't even be here?

What right do you have to run

the 118? You are not
half the man that Bobby was.

Be that as it may,

I am your captain.

Only because
I killed our last one,

so I'd be very careful
if I was you.

Hello, Leah.

Um...

thank you for agreeing
to talk to me.

My name is Athena.

Gary told me you were coming.

He said you're a police officer.

That's not why I'm here.

Gary said you're
Captain Nash's widow.

Yes.

I'm so sorry. He was a good man.

He was.

Leah, your brother,
he's very worried about you.

Well, he thinks I'm crazy.
I'm not crazy.

I just did what
any mother would've done.

Probably went about it
the wrong way, but...

Can you tell me about this boy?

- Micah.
- The police report,

they say that
his name is Cameron Myers.

Well, of course
the police report says that

because that's what
she's been calling him,

but my son's name is Micah.

And why do you think
that this boy

is your son?

I wasn't certain at first.

I mean, I kept telling myself,
"You must be imagining things."

Excuse me?
Do you have any more bags?

He looked so much like Micah.

I couldn't catch
my breath for a moment.

And then I asked him his name.

What's your name?

I'm Cameron.

It's my little boy's
birthday today, too.

How old is he?

Nine, just like you.

I would've chalked
the whole thing up

to some crazy coincidence

until I handed him the bag

and I saw the birthmark.

This tiny little heart
on the inside of his wrist.

I kissed that
birthmark every night

when I put Micah to bed.

I used to tell him
it connected his heart to mine,

and that it meant that,
no matter where he went,

he would always carry
my love with him.

And that's when
you knew for sure?

That's when I allowed
for the possibility.

And I kept saying to myself,
"You're crazy."

"This can't be real.

I mean, you don't even
know these people."

But turns out I did.

You recognized her?

Prenatal yoga.

9:00 a.m., Tuesdays and Fridays.

You were in prenatal
yoga class together?

Yes, until
she stopped attending.

I remember some of
the other mothers saying

they'd heard her pregnancy
ran into trouble

and that she'd lost the baby.

And that's when
you began to think

that she went after yours.

I mean, I've heard
stories of women

so desperate to have a baby

they'll even cut one
out of another woman.

So, how much easier--

wait till the baby's born,

steal him from his crib...

Start a fire.

Exactly.

If you're desperate enough,
you'll do things

you never thought
you were capable of doing.

You got this!

Come on, honey!

That's my son.

I'll race him, though you're
not coming back from that.

No recovery.

Cameron.

Hi.

I'm Leah.

Your mom asked me
to pick you up.

Mom says I'm not supposed
to go with strangers.

Oh, sweetie, I'm not a stranger.

I was at your birthday party, remember?

Oh, yeah.

I'd love you to meet my son.

Come on.

- Excuse me! Cameron?
- Come on, honey.

- What are you doing?
- It's okay, honey.

Mom?

- Come here, sweetie.
- Cameron. Who are you?

It's Leah.

Okay, honey, stay here.

Your name is Micah. Okay?
You're my son,

- not hers.
- Mom, Mom,
what's she talking about?

Honey, I don't know.
She's crazy.

- Help!
- You stole my son!

- Sir!
- Don't let her leave.

This psycho tried
to abduct my child!

- Micah!
- I'm calling 911.

Don't be scared, baby.
Don't be scared.

- Hey. Just calm down.
- She stole my son!

I know what I did was

reckless and stupid.

But I'm not wrong.

I thought I buried my son.

But I didn't.

He's alive.

You think I'm crazy?

No.

And I promise you this.

That if your son is alive,

I'll bring him back to you.

I swear it.

She posted every single day...

...until March 17.

And then,
not again until May 9.

That's six weeks missing.

So...

maybe she did lose her baby,

but not before he was born.

Are you gonna start a podcast?

I think I almost
got it figured out.

Something happened

to Heather's baby
within these six weeks.

Her not posting things
on the internet isn't quite

the evidentiary bombshell
that you seem to think it is.

Well, even after
she started posting again,

things were different.

The cute matching outfits
were gone,

no more daily photo shoots

and she stopped
showing his face.

Well, maybe she realized
that the internet

was full of
"creepy-ass stalkers."

I'm quoting you,

- in case you don't remember.
- Look,

if you are not going
to be helpful,

go haunt someone else. I'm busy.

Aren't you supposed to be busy
planning my funeral?

I heard it's gonna be big.

Oh, yeah, a hero's burial.

That's what the Chief calls it.

They already got
a template they can follow,

they don't need me.

But this woman does?

Helping her is so important

that you're hiding in here,
racking up 11 missed phone calls

and 42 unread texts?

You're the one who locked
himself in a lab to die.

You don't get to tell me
how to spend my time.

Ouch.

This woman, her loss,

it was important to you.

You would've helped her.

I'm doing it because you can't.

- How can you know that?
- I know you.

You knew me.

Past tense.

Hi.

Hey.

I don't see Jee.
What time is it?

Uh, she went down
about half an hour ago.

Hey, you've been
gone for a while.

Did you go for another run?

Uh... no.

I tried out
that new yoga studio.

You know, they've got this

yoga for runners program.

Great. So, another hobby

that will keep you out of
the house for hours at a time.

That's not
what I'm doing, Maddie.

You're shutting me out,
which is the one thing

that we promised each other
we would not do.

And please don't
insult my intelligence

by pretending like
that's not what's happening.

Running just...

- helps me to--
- Not think?

Chim, that's
the thing about running.

There's never gonna be
anywhere far enough.

You carry the pain with you,

and eventually, it...

takes you down.

I think maybe it already did.

And I'm not trying
to shut you out.

I'm just trying to figure out

how to get back up
on my feet, that's all.

It's 8:07 a.m.,

and we are exhuming
the grave of Micah Hamilton

in order to obtain a DNA sample.

Okay, I'm going to go
check on the doc.

You keep recording.

Got it, Sergeant.

I got it. Gary,

what are you doing here?

I came to put an end
to this insanity.

- Wh--
- You're digging up
a baby's grave?

Gary, it's the only way
that we can be sure.

No, I am sure.

My sister's crazy.
Clearly, it is contagious.

I'm gonna put an end to this.

Stop, stop. No, this
is my nephew's casket.

- Sir...
- I don't consent to this.

I'm very sorry for your loss

but I've been hired
by the child's mother.

Please, let me do my job.

No, you don't understand

- what you're doing.
- Gary, you really

shouldn't be here for this part.

I can call you with the results.

There aren't going
to be any results.

What?

The casket is... empty.

We didn't know
how to tell my sister.

The fire, it just...

There was nothing left to bury.

Are you okay?

Oh!

Henrietta?

What the hell?

What are you doing
skulking around my house?

I'm checking on you, Athena.

I guess Chimney

asked you to do this, huh?

You got to check up
on the little widow.

Your kids, actually.

You haven't been
returning their phone calls,

their text messages.

The Chief's office said
that you haven't

finalized any of the plans
for the funeral.

And then I come here and...

And what?

I mean, should I start with

the air mattress
in the corner and--

Or the wall of crazy over here?

I was helping this woman.

Leah.

She lost her baby
in a house fire

eight years ago.

She thought that
the fire might have been

a cover for the real crime.

A kidnapping.

They stole her baby and
then set the house on fire?

I figured we start
by proving that the baby

that Leah buried wasn't hers,

so we exhumed the grave,
and it was empty.

Yeah, just some sandbags...

and a baby picture.

That is sad.

But not a huge surprise.
I mean, a fire so hot

and a-- a baby so small?

I'm surprised the mother
didn't say something

before the exhumation.

She didn't know.

Her brother and her husband,

they decided
without consulting her.

Because it would
just upset her even more.

So they decided,
because they knew best.

I mean, who does that?

If you love someone,
you're honest with them.

You respect them.

You trust that they can
make the hard decisions.

You don't just blindside them

and then take off!

You don't leave them
to deal with the-the-the mess!

Alone!

Athena...

He's not supposed
to be dead, Hen.

He stood here
in this kitchen that morning,

planning our future.

And then he just...

left?

He left me.

He didn't want to.

And he did anyway!

Hello?

Hi.

Is your mom home?

Mom, it's for you!

Gary said you exhumed the grave.

He was so mad
I gave you permission.

It wasn't my son in there,
was it?

No.

I knew it.

Leah?

There was nothing.

Just an empty casket.

With a photo
of your beautiful baby.

Evidently, after the fire,

there was nothing

- left to bury.
- No.

There was nothing there
because my son isn't dead.

He didn't die in a fire.

That woman has him.

I have DNA test results here.

There was a match.

A match to what?

You said
there was nothing there.

Not to what we didn't find
in Micah's grave.

These are DNA results

from buccal swabs

taken from Cameron Myers

and his mother, Heather Myers.

I went to them,
explained the situation,

and she agreed to it.

We tested Cameron, his DNA,

against your sample and hers.

Hers...

was a match.

That little boy is her son.

Micah...

is gone.

I'm so sorry.

But I was so sure.

When I saw him,

I was sure, I...

I felt it, I felt him.

You think I imagined all of it.

I think that you were
overcome by grief.

For a moment,
you let yourself believe that...

...miracles were possible.

I feel like I'm losing him
all over again.

The district attorney,
he's willing to consider

a diversion program.

If you comply,
your charges could be dismissed.

And you could get
back to your life.

What life?

Leah, you've lost a lot, but...

...you haven't lost everything.

I can see why he loved you.

I'm sorry he's gone.

He was a special person.

I want to say how sorry I am
for your loss.

I know how enormous the pain
of losing a child can be.

Oh, really?

How many children have you lost?

Two.

- I'm sorry.
- You don't have to apologize.

I'm the man who was supposed
to save your son and I didn't.

You don't owe me anything.

What were their names?

Robert and Brook.

11 and nine.

My baby was Micah.

That's a nice name,
I will pray for him.

Thank you.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah, sure.

How do you keep going?

How...

I...

I live in the belief that
one day I will see them again.

And you really believe it?

With all my heart.

I do.

Hello? Is someone there?

It's just us.

What are you doing here?

Uh, we bumped into Mrs. Anderson

at the grocery store.

And she asked us why no one told
her that we'd moved back in.

Yeah, but don't worry.

We covered for you.

Come here.

Now, uh, what's for dinner?

Oh, well...

We have breakfast.

And we also brought
some sleeping bags

so we can stay with you.

Like the way we used
to camp out in the backyard.

You would do that?

Mom, we love you.

Even more than running water.

And I love you, too.

And, um...

after dinner, I can, uh,

I can show you some photos

of the place
that I found for Bobby.

- You found a place?
- Yeah.

I think it's perfect.

Hey, it's not locked.

You know I'm not a probie
anymore, right?

- Yeah.
- Then why am I still
picking up your dry cleaning?

Because I had to go to the
airport and pick up this one.

Good to see you, Rav.

It's great to see you, too, man.

- I wish it were under
different circumstances.
- Yeah.

We all do.

I should've been there.

Hey.

You're here now.

Help.

Hen?

The, uh, purse.

Clutch.

- I don't know.
- Come here.

You're okay.

That looks good.

What is that?

I think it's a crumpet.

There's plenty. You want one?

Nah, I'd probably
just end up wearing it.

Mm.

You know, I've never done
one of these before.

I mean,
you were in the military, too.

Guess you've done a lot of 'em?

Not like this.

Okay.

You ready?

As we'll ever be.

Hey Maddie.

No, that's fine.

I will.

Hey Ravi, do you mind
driving Eddie to the church?

I'll meet you guys there.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah, I just,

I have to pick something up
for the service.

This is a private party,
Buckley, go away.

I can't do that.

Made a promise to a pregnant lady.

Yeah? Well, I'm guessing
she's getting pretty used

to broken promises these days.

Come on, Chim.

Put down the drink and let's go.

We're gonna be late.

To my own funeral?

Oh, no, wait.

Not my funeral.

Just should have been.

That's not fair.

No one blames you.

Hey.

I don't blame me, either.

I blame him.

Bobby had no right
to keep us in the dark.

He just decided for everyone
how things were gonna go.

And I kind of hate him for that.

You don't mean that.

Yeah, Buck, I do.

He should have told us
the truth.

It wouldn't have
changed anything.

It might have.

There's always
the third option, Buck.

You know, when you're out
in the field and you only have

two bad options to choose from,

you do not accept that.

You do not let those be the only

two crappy options available.

You always find the third way.

You know who taught us that?

Yeah, Bobby did.

And we always did that,
time after time after time.

We never gave up.

We always found a third way.

And we always did it together.

And you think
there was a third way?

I spent the last two weeks
thinking on it...

I came up with nothing.

Buck, he gave
his life so I could live.

I'm just not sure what
I'm supposed to do with that.

I think you're
just supposed to live.

Yeah.

Of all the days...

...this is the one you choose
to leave me to go it alone.

On this day, we gather here

to celebrate the life and legacy

of Captain Robert Wade Nash.

A day filled with heaviness

that weighs on us all

as we gather
in this sacred space.

A day marked by gratitude

for the life we lost...

...and the many lives saved.

As we reflect on his service,

we remember
the countless lives he touched,

the friendships he forged

and the sacrifices he made.

Captain Nash was more
than a firefighter.

He was a mentor.

A husband. A father.

And for so many of us,

a beloved friend.

There are many traditions
in the fire service.

Among those traditions
is the sound of a bell.

It was the bell

that signaled the beginning
of that day's shift.

Each alarm was sounded by a bell

which summoned these brave souls
to put their lives on the line

for the good of others.

And when the alarm had come
to an end, it was a bell

that signaled the completion
of that call.

When a firefighter fell
in the line of duty,

an officer would tap out
a special signal:

ten bells.

This signal would be heard

by all station houses,

notifying them of the passing
of one of their own.

It is customary and fitting

that the final alarm...

...be sounded for our brother,

Captain Robert Wade Nash.

He has completed his duties--

a job well done--

and has now returned home.

Uniformed personnel,
please stand.

Atten-hut!

Present arms.

Order arms.

Rest easy.

You're home now, baby.

You're home.