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What?

- You know the rule.
- Ravi-oli, nobody likes
a bread grabber.

Hey, there he is.

You don't have to wait on me.

I'm still gonna beat Chim
to seconds anyway.

In your sweet potato dreams,
Diaz.

Wait, so we don't
have to wait on everyone?

Everyone waits on everyone, probie.

Because here at the 118,
we work as a family,

we support each other
as a family,

and we eat together as a family.

What's everybody waiting for?

- Dig in.
- Hey.
- What you want, Cap?

Uh, I'll have
some chicken, some yams,

some carrots, all of it.

- Ooh.
- - Okay, who wants some of these?

All right, we got
a full moon coming up, probie.

We have had some full moons
on this job.

Isn't that right, Buck?

It was that night we had to

deliver all those babies
in the yoga studio.

We were delivering a baby
on this yoga mat,

on that yoga mat,
another yoga mat.

We thought
the evening was over,

and then Buck over here
has to go deliver a tape worm.

I still don't get it.

The contractor
wants me to pick out

the final wall color.

So he put up these three whites
to choose from.

Are the other two shades
of white in the room with us?

I can't tell them apart.

Unbleached chalk it is.

Dear Lord, let this be
the last decision

I have to make this week.

You think
you're a decisive person,

and then outlet plugs.

So, um, I wanted
to talk to the two of you.

It's okay, Mom. We know.

Yeah, and we're
totally cool with it.

And, hey, if you're looking
to make a profit,

now is definitely
the time to sell.

Sell? Sell what?

The house? No.

I'm thinking of going back
to work next week.

I mean, I know we talked about

maybe taking a drive
up the coast.

Well, this just...

Wait.

Why would you think
I would sell the house?

Uh, we just assumed with...

with Bobby gone, you'd might
want to make a change.

Oh. I love this house.

You grew up in this house.

Not this house.

It's the same land.
It's the same footprint.

Same view into the yard.

Y-You know what? You're right.

When you move in,
it'll feel like home again.

It'll be great.

And, um, what about
the other part?

You going back to work?

- Oh, no, that wasn't a surprise.
- Yeah.

Well, we love you, Mom, but...

there are clocks
that are less predictable.

He spends all his time worrying.

I just don't think it's healthy.

You're worried about
Buck's level of worry?

No, I-I get
what Eddie's talking about.

You know, the other day,
he started asking me

some weirdly specific questions.

And five minutes in, I realized

he was doing
a psychological assessment

of my grief level.

I scored a 12.

Seventeen.

You know, after I got the news,

I, uh, I couldn't
remember the last time

I had spoken to Bobby.

I-I had to look at my phone.
Been two weeks.

You were busy.

You were building a whole life
in El Paso, Eddie.

Bobby understood that.

Still feels a little weird that
the last conversation we had

was literally a text asking if

this was a good deal
on a slow cooker.

It was not.

So, uh, how are you?

Great. I'm a 12.

Well, you're also in our kitchen

instead of 800 miles away
in your own.

I know. I, uh, hadn't planned
on staying this long.

It's been kind of nice
being home.

You know, spending time
with my Aunt Pepa.

- Hey, you know she had a stroke?
- Oh, how is she?

- Oh, she's good.
- Can we take a minute to notice

that you called this city home?

And not the other one.

Force of habit.

Or a Freudian slip?

Well, you could move back.

I mean, I hear
there might be an opening

for a paramedic at the 118 soon.

Why would there...

Captain Wilson?

They make it official, finally?

The chief made the offer,
but I haven't accepted yet.

Congratulations anyways.

Thank you, but Karen is right.

You should come back
to the 118, Eddie.

Whether I'm captain or not.

Well, why wouldn't you
be captain?

I appreciate that, but...

you're not the only one
that got a job offer.

I got a call this morning.

El Paso Fire Department.

They want me to report
at the end of the week.

Well, speaking
of congratulations.

So...

when are you gonna tell Buck
you're leaving?

I... was thinking maybe
his new captain could do that?

Get out my house.

In the name of
the Father and of the Son

and of the Holy Spirit.

Uh, a-amen.

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

Actually, I'm not really sure
this applies to me.

You've never sinned?

Uh, no, I-I have.

A lot.

Uh, to be honest with you,
I'm not even Catholic.

Wait, wait. Is it a sin
to not be Catholic?

Officially,
not since Vatican II.

Why don't we set the formalities
and the cell phones aside

and just talk?

What brings you here today?

I was hoping to get
a message to someone.

A friend of mine.

You know this isn't
a phone booth, right?

He's dead.

I came here
looking for him, I guess.

People always talk about

being able to feel loved ones
after they died.

- Like, th-their presence,
you know?
- Mm.

And I keep on hoping
I'm gonna feel his, but...

s-so far...

Nothing?

This is usually
when I'd go to him for advice.

You still can.

I talk with our Heavenly Father
all the time,

and sometimes he answers.

Why don't I let you
have a moment?

C-Cap, uh, Bobby.

You were wrong.

You said I'd be okay.

And I'm not.

And they don't need me.

I-I-I keep on trying,
and I reach out,

but everyone
is just spinning away.

We don't talk.
We don't even eat together.

Everything is falling apart,
and I don't know how to fix it.

So, I-I need you to...
I need you to come back here

and I need you
to tell me what to do.

Or I-I need you
to give me a sign.

'Cause... uh...

- Are you okay?
- What was that?

It was a 2.8
out of North Hollywood.

Or maybe it was
a sign from Bobby.

Well, Lorna, I saw on your chart

this isn't
your first root canal.

Honestly, I've lost count.

Good, so you know the drill.

Sorry, a little dentist humor.

You're funny today, Dr. Stevens.

I think I hit
the lotto of bad genes

and worse insurance.

- Do you floss?
- I own floss.

Mm. A lot of people
avoid the dentist.

And I tell them all
the same thing: I don't bite.

And just to make sure
you don't bite,

I'm gonna place this here.

Now let's get you numb.

Now, I'm telling you
exactly what I'm doing, okay?

First, I'm flushing the area
with some water.

I see the problem. Mm.
Does that hurt?

How about that?

Ooh, this is gonna be
a humdinger.

I need to open the crown,
take a peek inside.

Iliana, the drill.

Water.

So, you watching anything good?

That's it.
Just going a little deeper now.

Now...

Dr. Stevens was drilling,

and her mouth
turned into a hellmouth.

- How badly is she burned?
- No, no, no, she isn't burned.

- He is.
- I-I don't know what happened.

It was a normal root canal.

Doc, let's check out
those burns.

You'd better
take care of her, too.

Help me!

Bite block melted
from the heat.

Looks like your burns
are superficial.

Let's get him in the ambo.

Irrigation and lots of gauze.

But I have a waiting room
full of patients.

You're in shock.
Trust me, they'll understand.

Ma'am, are you having
any trouble breathing?

No, just opening my mouth.

She said just opening her mouth.

- Exactly.
- "Exactly."

How are you doing that?

I spend a lot of time
around mouths.

- Ma'am, are-are you an actress?
- What?!

Uh, sorry, maybe
we just go to the same gym.

Okay, let me see
if I can get your jaws free,

- and Buck will shut his.
- Okay, but why did she turn into

a fire-breathing dragon?

Well, dental drills can
throw off sparks, can't they?

Yeah, still would need something
flammable in her mouth.

Were you all using ether?

No, just water.

That's weird.

All right, that's a red tag.
No more dental procedures

until it's inspected
by the Health Department.

Buck, grab me
a drape from over there.

Okay, uh, here you--

This is not okay!

Blue.
I knew you looked familiar.

Uh, c-couple of Christmases ago,
she overdosed on tooth cream.

The Smurf!

Lorna!

"Lorna." And I don't think
she likes the Smurf reference.

Okay, Lorna, just keep
as still as possible.

I'm gonna try to cut through
that bite block.

- No more drill!
- "No more--"

- "Drill." Yeah, don't worry.
She's just using a saw.
- Yeah.

Almost done.

There we go.

That feel better?

Actually, yeah.

My tooth stopped hurting.

That explains it.

Well, I guess you don't need
that root canal anymore.

727-L-30 on scene
at 8420 Newton.

Finally! I called
like 20 minutes ago.

Dispatch mentioned
missing pants?

Yeah, and my socks, jocks
and like four tank tops.

I left them
right here this morning,

and when I came back,
my whole load was gone.

Somebody moved your laundry?

Stole it.

And you called 911?

He's a serial offender.

Oh, so you know who it is?

Yeah, it's that little creep

who just moved
into apartment 418.

You can leave it
outside, thanks.

LAPD.

Graham?

Uh, I thought
you were groceries.

Don't you work
at a grocery store?

Um, it was a mutual exit.

Technically, I'm banned.

From Cart Cop
to laundry police?

I feel like you're backsliding.

Well, my therapist says

that the cart corral
was, like, a-a trigger.

And Cart Cop was a mask.

And I was policing others
to control my own demons.

Graham... if you are reformed,

then why was I called here
for stolen jockstraps?

Well, you know I'd never steal.

Even for justice?

Nope.

Even if somebody
left their clothes

in the washing machine
for hours?

Just sitting there,

getting dank,

while other folk
waited their turn?

Wouldn't you think
that the person

who held up the line,
that they were a, um...

A shirker.

Uh, that meathead
is a repeat shirker.

Uh, there are 255 units
in this building.

Scant washer-dryers.

And when you abandon
your clothes for hours,

thereby impeding
the flow of laundry,

you set the whole social order
on a spin cycle into the abyss.

You know you need to give
that man his clothes back.

- I told you, I don't have them.
- Where are they?

I put them
in their rightful place.

"Any personal belongings

"left unclaimed
in the common areas

"for over three hours
may be placed

in the lost and found bin."

You could've put my stuff
in the dryer.

What if your delicates
need to drip dry?

Next time?

That's your head.

Sir, you have a dryer to get to.

Sir, your drippings
are creating a slip hazard. Sir?

How many of your new neighbors
are you gonna turn into enemies?

Oh, that was a backslide,
wasn't it?

If you want to be a changed man,
you have to actually change.

Said I was gonna
get the groceries.

Well, I was out.

It's fine.

Doesn't feel like it's fine.

I heard you finally got the call
from El Paso Fire.

Congratulations.

Who told you?

Let's see.

Uh, Hen told Chimney
that she wanted

to throw you
a surprise barbecue.

Chimney told Ravi,
and Ravi called me

'cause he wanted to know
if he should bring a gift.

- I was gonna tell you.
- Yeah, but you didn't, did you?

No, instead,
everyone has been...

tiptoeing around behind my back,

'cause apparently I'm
too fragile to accept the truth.

Can you blame us?
Look how you're acting now.

You really think I wouldn't
have been happy for you?

No. I know you wouldn't be.

You make it all about you.

Trials and tribulations
of Evan Buckley.

A tragedy in 97 acts.

You've been spiraling
since the funeral.

And no one knows
how to talk to you about it.

Sorry I'm sad that Bobby's dead.

You're not the only one
that lost him.

We all lost him.

And we're just trying to do
our damn best to get through it.

- Yeah, I know.
- Really?

'Cause you never asked
what it was like.

Waking up
in the middle of the night

to that news.

Sitting alone in the dark.

Trying to keep it together

so I don't scare the crap
out of my kid.

And when he woke up,

I had to tell him
another person he loved...

...was dead.

I'm-I'm sorry.

I know he was important
to you, too.

He saved my life.

And I wasn't there to save his.

And a part of me

will always wonder,
if I was there,

could I have made a difference?

You, uh, you don't think I did
everything I could to save him?

I don't know, Buck.

I wasn't there.

Eddie?

Jerk.

...fire!

It's like a mini
Mount Kilauea back here.

Okay, if your sprinklers
just went off,

they're probably on a timer.

Have you tried turning it off?

Who knows where
their sprinkler timer is?

Fair enough. I'm sending LAFD.

Until then, stay off the lawn.

Let me get this straight.

Your husband burned himself
by chugging water

and lighting his burps on fire?

No, the fountain at the Grove
should not have pyrotechnics.

- What?
- I'm not saying run,

but I would be
heading to my car.

Oh, my God. Seriously?

Are you getting this?

Yeah, I think there's
something in the water.

Methane is on tap,

with Angelenos reporting
flaming water

in their faucets
and even their swimming pools.

The U.S. Geological Survey
believes

that yesterday's
2.8-magnitude temblor upset

an underground gas pocket

beneath L.A.'s
Headworks Reservoir.

And this is especially troubling
because methane can bubble up

from the water
with explosive results.

Officials are advising residents
not to drink the water...

...or try to boil it.

This is why I don't do tap.

I'm tranquil.

I am peace.

Nope.

Outside business hours.

I am tranquil.

I am peace.

Damn it, you piece of--

I am tranquil.

I am peace.

Please hurry!
My whole bath is on fire!

I can't get to the door!

Okay, what's your name?

Erin. Please help me!

Erin, I'm Maddie.
What's your address?

5609 Old Topanga Canyon Road.

I have units on the way.

Where in your house
is the bathroom?

In the back.

Southeast corner of your house?

I have the satellite view.

Yeah, upstairs.

Okay. Stay low and get

as far from the flames
as you can.

We're gonna find you
a safe place to wait.

I just wanted
to take a nice bath,

and now I'm gonna die!

Where in the room are you?

In the corner, by the toilet.

There's so much smoke in here.

We need to get you
some breathable air.

- Is there a window?
- No, I already tried that.

Erin, I'm looking at a map.

Your house is
on the septic, right?

Not the city sewer?

Yeah, why?

I can get you
a few minutes of air,

but you've
just got to go with it.

- Okay, I'm going with it.
- Good.

Look behind your toilet.
There's a silver water hose.

Turn the shutoff clockwise.
Unscrew both ends.

Okay.

Okay, I got it.

Now put one end of the hose
into the toilet bowl.

Thread it through
the bottom of the bowl.

It'll reach an air pocket.

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

- Have you ever snorkeled?
- Not in a toilet!

Just pretend
you're at the beach.

Blow through the hose
to clear it out,

and then you'll have fresh air.

Okay, here it goes.

- Is it working?
- Uh, yeah.

Y-You don't have to smell it.
Just breathe it.

- Maddie--
- What?

My whole vanity's on fire.

It's getting really hot in here.

Okay, we're not gonna panic.
Help is almost there.

There's a skylight, right?
Are you under it?

- Why?
- LAFD! Coming in!

Are you real?

No, ma'am, I'm Buck.

Let's get you some fresh air.

Hey, Ravi, let's go.

I hope you're not feeling guilty
about the promotion.

I mean, the best thing
for the 118

would be you as captain.

I still think
of Bobby as Cap, you know?

He would want it for you.

I know.

- What if I don't want it?
- What?

Why would you
turn down a promotion?

Why did you?

I remember you turning down
that bump to lieutenant.

I didn't take it because
that's not the job I wanted.

I mean, it would've been
more about paperwork

than protect and serve.

And you never
regretted that decision?

I mean, turning down
a promotion,

that's kind of like the end of
the road for your career, right?

W-Wherever you are
is where you're gonna be

for the rest of your life.

No more advancement.

You never felt stuck?

Well, not until just now.

That must be Karen.

Hey, what-what happened
to the movie?

You know that expression

"beer before liquor,
never been sicker"?

Well, just substitute
the beer and liquor

for nachos and cotton candy,
and you get the idea.

I don't think we can go back
to the movie theaters.

It was kind of epic.

Why don't you go
lay down in my bed

and I'll get you something
to try to settle your stomach.

Feel better, okay?

Hey, Athena.

Oh, hi, sweetheart.

How you doing?

Hey, Athena. Nice to see you.

Can you, uh, give me
a second while I, uh--

Oh, no, no, no. I'm fine.

I'm not feeling too good myself,
so I'll call you later.

Well, that wasn't
awkward at all.

Thought you went to Texas.

When did I say that?

In your note.

No, my note said
I was going to the airport.

The airport and Texas
are not the same.

They don't even have the same
amount of letters in their--

Why else would you
go to the airport?

Heard some dick
was being mean to you.

Thought you could use
some cheering up.

Hi, Buck.

Chris. Wow, I-I can't--
I can't believe you're here.

Hey.

I'm sorry about Bobby.

Yeah. Yeah, me, too.

Uh, d-did you guys eat?

Huh? I-I could make us
something, or we could go out.

Don't worry. We got it covered.

Don't tell me you ordered pizza.

No, but it is nice
to see that someone else

is finally cooking
in that kitchen.

And you are
out of cumin, Evan-cito.

You brought your Aunt Pepa.

He couldn't keep me away.

Whoa.

Surprise.

I know staring
at that cardboard mountain

has been making you nuts, so...

So you made
a cardboard avalanche?

Well, I felt I needed a project.

It was that bad?

She took one look at me
and completely shut down.

Closed for business
and out the door.

Hen says I shouldn't
take it personally, so...

Hey. You didn't cause this.

Kind of worry that maybe I did.

See, I've been
thinking about that day,

and Bob and I were talking
about the baby, and I...

I asked him to take care
of you and the kids

after I was gone.

And he promised not to let
anything happen to you guys.

I mean, he must've known
at that point

that he was infected, so...

Is that the moment
that he decided?

'Cause I reminded him
that I have a kid on the way?

So what if it was?

You didn't know
that he had been exposed.

It wasn't a sob story.

You weren't trying
to manipulate him.

You were scared
and talking to your friend.

And then he decided
to save your life.

And I will forever
be grateful for that.

I just want
to take care of her, you know?

The way that Bobby
would've taken care of you.

But it's kind of hard to do

when you can't even be
in the same room together.

Maybe she just needs some time.

We all do.

Yeah.

That is a bold lack of color.

Sorry.

Bottled water is all I've got
to offer at the moment.

Water's great.

As long as it doesn't explode.

This place looks great.

Yeah, thanks.

It is finally coming together.

Yeah, in a couple of weeks,
we'll be move-in ready.

I mean, of course,
then I have to figure out

what I'm actually moving in,
because, uh,

you know, I still have
a lot of stuff to replace.

Well, then,

let me help you get started.

Aw.

You didn't
have to get me anything.

It's nothing big.

I was, uh, gonna
give it to you the other day,

but you were already gone
by the time I got home.

Well, you know, migraine.

They just come out
of the blue sometimes.

I remember you had asked for
a copy for the old house, and...

...I figured it might be
a nice memory

for the new house.

I don't blame him.
I really don't.

It's just that...

...whenever I look at him,
I see the man who isn't here.

He's alive and Bobby's not.

I know it's not fair.

You're grieving.

So "fair" can go
mind its own damn business.

We just want
to be there for you, Athena.

You don't have to do this alone.

Well, maybe I should.

Because every time
I look at him, I get angry.

And I'm pretty sure
every time he looks at me,

he feels guilty.

And Hen...

Caught in the middle.

She loves you both.

And she's just afraid that
this rift between the two of you

will eventually
get too big to repair.

She doesn't want
to lose you, too.

She won't.

But I think
the best thing for everyone

is if Chimney and I
just keep our distance.

I mean, the only thing
that we need to be to each other

from now on is professional.

Okay.

I get it.

But I will call Hen

- and tell her
that I still love her.
- Good.

That'll make her feel
a lot better.

- All right, well,
thanks for coming by.
- Of course.

And thank you for the gift.

You know...

...when people
come over to our house,

and they always ask
about that picture,

wanting to know who's in it,
and you know what I never say?

Hen's coworkers.

I always say that's our family.

Every time.

It's, uh, it's nice to see
those two together again.

Same as they always were.

It's a testament to our Eddie.

Yeah, he's a good dad.

- 20.
- Chrisotpher's a lucky kid.

Your captain was a good man.

You must miss him.

Uh, yeah.

Bobby was our center.

Without him,
everything feels off-balance.

Kind of like the-the gravity
is gone, you know?

You know, after my stroke,
I was so afraid.

I... I couldn't even
move my hand.

I kept thinking, "My life
will never be the same."

W-Well, hey, look at you now.

Yes, look at me now.
Doing all your dishes.

Right, in fact, hey,
wh-why don't you sit

and let me take over?

Fair enough.

You know, recovering
from anything is a bitch.

But I didn't get here
by pretending

that things hadn't changed.

I got here by embracing
that they had.

Uh, okay, so...
h-how did you do that?

Well, a lot of prayer.

A lot of occupational therapy.

You know,
life is change, cariño.

It's unavoidable.

Are you sure
there's not some way

that I can avoid it?

No. You have to own it.

If a vieja like me can do it,
so can you.

Yeah.

Buckley, Panikkar,
start the four-inch lines.

Engine tanks only.
I don't trust the hydrants.

Sanchez! Paulson!

Dispatch, 118 on scene.

- What else do I need to know?
- - It's a recycling facility.

One of the employees called 911

after a spark from
some machinery started the fire.

The wing that's burning
stores combustibles

but no high hazards.

Do you see the east wing?

I do.

It's the e-waste unit,

specializing in
lithium-ion batteries.

Probably hundreds
of thousands of them.

So if the fire reaches
that wing--

We're looking at a toxic blaze
that'll burn till next week.

What do we know
about the hydrant supply?

Is it from the same tainted--
Hey! What's that moron doing?!

- Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
- Stop that moron!

Hey! No, no, no!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Shut it down!

Cap!

The flames are jumping!

It's like a tinderbox!

Dispatch,

we are minutes
from an environmental disaster.

Where can I get water
that won't explode?

Most of the city is
on the same water system.

The methanated one.

But some neighborhoods
pull from groundwater wells.

Cal West Water Company.

Nearby, and they don't
source from Headworks.

Dispatch, how far is
their nearest hydrant?

About ten blocks.

So maybe we don't need a refill.

- Just a longer straw.
- Or a chain of them.

Hose relay.
We bring the water to us.

Cap?

Good idea.
Let's get hoses on the fire,

using engine water only,
until it gets here.

Dispatch, we're gonna start
a relay operation.

We're gonna need
a few more engines.

Copy you, 118. You're
0.7 miles from the source.

So to cover that distance,
600 feet of hose per engine.

We need five more engines.

We'll be here.

We'll be using water
from our trucks,

but it won't last long.

Engine 121,

136, 144, 153, 217,

respond as directed

to create a water supply line
for Engine 118.

Engine 121,
please respond to the corner

of Angeles Vista Boulevard
and Homeland Drive.

Engine 136,
respond to the corner

of Angeles Vista and Stocker.

136 en route.

Engine 121, run your supply line
to the 136.

- Go, go, go!
- Okay, stand by!

Engine 136,

rendezvous with the 144.

They're landing... now.

144 to the 153.

There you go.

153, you're going to Engine 217.

The fire is kissing
the batteries.

Engine 217 to the 133.

Engine's dry!

That's all our water!

We're out of time.

Now, where's that water?!

Engine 133, what's your status?

Firefighter should be
approaching the complex.

Captain 118, your lifeline
will be there any second.

Come on.

We're out of hose!

118's got it!

East wing is catching!

Let's go.

Okay.

- We're plugged in.
- Let her rip.

Engine 121,
charge the first supply line.

Engine 136, prepare for intake.

We're good!

- Got it!
- Good. Open your gate.

Engine 118, water's on its way.

Okay, we got it!

Attack lines ready.

Charge it.

We got the wet stuff
on the red stuff,

and it's staying wet.

Nice work, Dispatch.

Back at you, 118.

Uh, sorry.

Gerrard wants everyone
to fill these out.

Satisfaction surveys
about his leadership.

"My captain cares about
my emotional well-being.

Agree or disagree?"

He wants them turned in
by the end of shift.

Copy that.

"My captain offers timely
feedback on my performance."

Strongly agree.

God, I can't wait
till you're back in charge.

I'm not gonna be.

What do you mean?

I turned down the position.

I called Chief Simpson
this morning.

Why? Why would you do that?

I don't want to be the captain.

I'm-I'm not good
at telling people what to do.

I'm not.

I-I tell them what to do,
and then I end up

stepping in there
and doing it myself.

Well, you can be a control freak
and a captain at the same time.

Chim, I'd rather be
a hands-on paramedic.

And then go home
and be a hands-on mom.

And a hands-on wife.

And I think Bobby
would understand that.

Yeah, he would,
but me on the other hand--

I'm gonna need some time.

Thirsty Angelenos are taking
a big gulp of relief today,

as DWP engineers report

dwindling levels of methane now
in the water supply.

Officials say that while

some methanated water still
remains in the pipes citywide,

we'll be in the clear
once those lines are purged.

Hey, I am
so tired of your crap.

I'm gonna pummel you.
You're gonna taste

- detergent for a month.
- All right! All right!

- Who called 911?
- I did.

What'd I say about
stealing my stuff, huh?

Sir, you anger is misplaced.

- I said I'd beat your ass, didn't I?
- - Whoa.

Nobody's beating
anybody's ass today.

Ma'am, this little freak
stole my girl's panties.

Cross my heart.
I did not tamper with your load.

- Donnie, it's fine.
- It's not fine.

Where is her thong?

Did you check
the lost and found?

- Twice.
- Sergeant,
these shirkers are framing me.

- I'm a patsy.
- You're a perv!

- I--
- Graham.

Let's take a walk.

- Those panties aren't even gonna fit him.
- - Sergeant,

this is slander.

I have never snatched a panty.

Keep walking, Graham.

You-you don't believe me.

I never said that.

I believe
that you saw an injustice

and you couldn't help yourself.

You are stuck, Graham.

You need to let these things go.

These little crusades of yours,
they're a trap, all right?

A vicious cycle that you've
got to pull yourself out of.

I know it's a trap,
but what am I supposed to do?

Just look the other way?

Change ain't easy.

That guy's gonna
beat me up, isn't he?

No, no, no, no, no.
He's-he's just got to cool off.

Okay, is there anywhere else
I can take you?

Like where, the movies?

Like to your parents' house.

We're still not speaking.

Then maybe you should start.

A trap.

The thong is in the lint trap.

It's got to be.

Where are you going?!

To clear my name!

Lord...

give me patience.

Dispatch, this is 727-L-30.

I'm going 10-7 at 8420--

727-L-30, come back?

Dispatch, we have a--

Sergeant Grant, what was that?

Sergeant Grant?

You need us to send backup?

Send everybody!