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Problem at the 118 is that everybody got soft.

Uh, I-I don't think we're soft.

Like a baby's belly.

But that's what happens with Captain Coddle.

Nash was a coddler. He coddled.

Uh, sir, I don't, I don't think that's true.

I mean, yeah, yeah, sure, he's a great guy.

Beloved.

Know what no one's ever accused me of being?

Beloved?

Damn straight!

'Cause when it comes to leadership,

it is better to be feared

than loved.

But we're living in an age of snowflakes and whiners.

So, they took my house from me.

It was humiliating.

Well, sorry, sweetheart,

but I'm back!

Holy smokes.

'Cause somebody downtown understands my worth,

and we're gonna prove it to 'em that they were right.

Little buddy,

we're gonna make the 118 the leanest, meanest firehouse

in all Los Angeles.

Uh, w-we are?

Yeah, you've been working with these mooks

the last several years...

you know who's who and what's what.

Uh, yeah, I-I-I guess so.

Which is why you are gonna tell me

who to fire!

Who to fire?

Mandated budget cuts from upstairs.

Ten percent across the board.

But we are gonna do better... we'll cut 12.

Starting with layoffs!

Wait, y-you want me to pick someone for you to fire?

That's what happens when you save the boss's life.

Instead of being on the list, you get to make it.

Congratulations.

Oh. We better go.

Uh, we'll miss our tee time.

Hustle up.

I like the flow,

how everything opens up to the backyard.

Similar to the old house.

I don't know.

I mean, not really.

Well, one big difference is it's a lot more space.

The lot is 10,000 square feet. It's bigger than what we had.

Yeah, but do we really need bigger? I mean, it's just us.

Well, I thought you wanted more space?

What about that A.D.U.? That's a plus.

Be great for when your parents come to visit.

Yeah, but not so great for adult kids

who might be tempted to move back in.

Closer to the firehouse.

A lot further from the studio.

Well, that's another thing in its favor.

I mean, the kitchen's nice.

Look at the size of that island. Certainly enough room for us

- to cook together. - I suppose it is.

Let me guess, you don't like it.

- No, it's fine. - Oh, the "F" word.

It just doesn't feel like home.

Well, maybe it will if we buy it and live in it.

This is not us.

All right, you said that

about the last two places we looked at.

Yeah, because they weren't right either.

Well, could you tell me what would make it feel right?

Well, I don't know, but I'll know it when I see it.

And this...

this ain't it.

All right.

Another name announced today in the race for mayor.

Councilwoman Olivia Ortiz

says that she's declaring her candidacy now for the top job,

and she's doing it for a very personal reason.

Last year, I lost my son Kyle to an automobile accident.

The first responders on the scene

failed to administer the care he needed, and as a result,

he succumbed to his injuries.

I am running for mayor in his memory.

So, today, in addition to announcing

my candidacy as mayor, I am also a proud sponsor

of the Eyes and Ears Pilot Program, which is a first step

to holding all those responsible

for the safety of our citizens accountable.

What the hell does that mean?

Show of hands,

who loves being a public servant?

Love the enthusiasm.

And as a public servant, who do we serve?

- Han. - "Whom."

Not to be a pedant, but...

it's "whom."

I'll repeat the question,

as a public servant, who do we serve?

Uh, the-the public.

Correct.

And what should the public

demand of its public servants?

Servitude?

Transparency.

A body cam?

But we're not cops, we're firefighters.

The 118 has been chosen

to test a new program.

Body cams will be activated when in the field

and when interfacing with the public.

And if you break it,

you bought it.

Dismissed.

S-C-O-R-E! Score! Score!

Let's go, Weston!

Weston! Weston!

Go, Weston! Go, Shelby!

Go, Weston!

Go, Shelby! Go, Blue Jays! Whoo!

I'm obsessed with your mom.

She has more school spirit

than half of our cheer squad combined.

She's just trying to make up for my dad not being here, again.

Sorry, Wes. Divorce sucks.

It's not like he came even when he still lived at home.

Maybe if I was on the team instead of cheering for it.

Go, Weston! Go!

W-Weston? Wes, honey.

Wes, honey. Wes! Wes, honey,

I'm here.

Wes, I'm here.

Mom.

It's okay, honey. It's gonna be all right.

Everybody, body cams on.

Get used to it.

Buckley, ever play any pigskin?

Uh, high school tight end, sir.

Tight end.

Uh, cheerleader's name's Weston.

Look, I'm EMT certified,

but this is, um, this is beyond my scope of practice.

- We got it. - Okay.

- Please. Please, can you help? - We're gonna do our best, ma'am.

- Okay. - If you can just give us some space to work.

Okay? There you go.

- Okay. - It's okay.

Hen, you ever seen anything like this before?

- Does a medical textbook count? - I have. In Afghanistan.

Cap, that's an open book fracture. Broken pelvis.

Problem with that is the pelvis is lined with arteries.

Then we work fast.

Diaz, you take point with the stretcher fetchers.

Tight end, with triage.

Weston. Hi, I'm Eddie. I'm gonna check you out, okay?

Okay. Is-is it bad?

Well, you're talking and that's good news.

BP's 90/60. Heart's racing at 120.

- Let's give him something for the pain. - Copy that.

What's happening? Is he going to be paralyzed?

We have to move him very carefully.

We don't want to shift anything else.

Okay.

- Pelvic sling? - Right here.

All right, we're gonna lift you up on three.

- Okay. - One. Two. Three.

You're doing great, buddy. Good job, Weston.

All right, roll on one.

Two. And...

I got the Lifepak.

Lift him on three. One. Two. Three.

- Weston. - Yeah?

Can you feel this on of your foot, buddy?

- Yeah. Yeah. - That's good, right?

It's great.

- Make a thumbs up for me? - Yeah.

All right, can you put your hand in the air?

High as you can.

Let's go.

I'm right here, baby.

I'm calling your dad to tell him to meet us at the hospital.

- Don't. Don't. - He needs to be here.

It's fine. He wouldn't...

Wes? Wes?

- Weston? - Guys, I'm losing him.

BP's bottoming out. He's probably bleeding internally.

We can't treat him here.

Then we do it on the rig. Let's go, double time!

That's two liters.

Liquids aren't working. He's losing too much blood.

Chim, how long till we're at Presbyterian?

About 12 minutes to the trauma bay doors.

Can you make it four?

I'll do what I can.

Hang in there, Weston.

We're gonna lose this kid.

You've done a REBOA, right?

Once.

On solid ground.

In a moving vehicle,

threading a balloon through an aorta, that's insane.

Yeah, at least these streets are paved.

I did two in a convoy in Kandahar.

How'd that go for you?

Fifty-fifty.

It's better than zero.

Try right here. You got the ultrasound?

Yeah.

Find the artery.

Should be the femoral.

There.

Okay.

Oh. Chim, you got to keep it steady.

Sorry, guys. I'm doing my best.

If my hand slips, I puncture his artery.

Copy that.

Okay, got it. Now here's the tricky part.

Eddie, his pulse is barely registering.

Okay.

How am I looking?

It's hard to say, everything's twisted.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

You're in the aorta.

Inflate the balloon.

10cc's, going in.

BP's back, and so is our boy!

Whew.

Dad?

You're gonna be okay, kid.

Patient is a 16-year-old male with an open book fracture.

He was krumping in the ambulance.

We placed a REBOA four minutes ago.

His central aortic blood pressure is in the 90s.

A REBOA, in the field?

Well, technically, it's a partial REBOA.

Supposed to buy his kidneys

and everything below the balloon more time.

Nice work. Let's get him to the OR.

Weston, I'm here, baby.

Thank you.

That was one hell of a save, you two.

You got us here.

I'm gonna go, uh, get the paperwork started.

He okay?

I think he misses his kid.

Let me mind you all

that this is a hearing at the request of petitioners

Karen and Henrietta Wilson.

The subject of which is the reinstatement

of their foster care license.

Was there a determination of unsafe conditions

or abuse in the home?

- Not as such. - Not at all.

Your Honor, my clients have an impeccable foster record.

The child was removed from their home

without as much as an investigation.

Where is the child now?

With your permission,

we'd like to introduce these photos into evidence.

Your Honor, these photos of the child

with the petitioners appeared at our offices, timestamped.

The other two adults are the child's current foster family,

who, it turns out,

are both close friends of the petitioners.

This was not made known to us at the time.

Ms. Vasco, were you aware of your clients

continuing contact with the child in this manner?

I-I was not, Your Honor.

Your Honor, we would ask

that the petitioners' foster license not be reinstated.

And that the minor child be returned to the group home.

- No, no, you can't. - Ms. Wilson.

Please, Your Honor, may I speak?

Go ahead.

Yes, it's true, we've-we've been in contact with Mara.

Because w-we're not the petitioners.

We're her parents.

She never should've been taken from our home,

from her home.

She's being used as a pawn

by-by someone who has a vendetta against me.

A very, very powerful someone.

- Henrietta. - I-I don't care, it's the truth.

Councilwoman Olivia Ortiz blames me

for the death of her son.

So now she's-she's using her power and her position

and the life of a little girl to punish me.

Judge, I'm begging you,

please...

do not let her.

911, what's your emergency?

Hey, Maddie.

Hey, where are you?

We're, uh, still at the courthouse.

Uh, how did the hearing go?

Not great. Um...

Do you think you or, uh, or Chim

can give Denny a ride home?

Yeah, so you're not coming here?

We can't. Um...

Not while Mara is there.

The judge ordered no contact.

We can't even talk to her.

I'm so sorry.

You'll take care of her for us?

Yeah, of course we will.

Thanks, Maddie.

Bye.

Good morning.

More like good afternoon.

When did you get in?

Well, the sun was coming up, another night shoot.

I don't know how that crew does it, it's not civilized.

There has to be a more efficient way.

Shoot during the day?

Well, they think fire looks better at night.

When are you gonna call Chief Simpson

and see if he can find you another house to captain?

I don't want another house, I want my house.

Well, maybe you can steal another firetruck

from the show and drive it into the station.

Yeah, I'm considering it.

What's that?

Oh, um, we can talk about it when I get home.

Well, I won't be here.

Okay.

Well, I was thinking

maybe the reason that I can't find a house that I love

is because none of them are in the place that I love.

We have the land. Why don't we just rebuild?

All right, that's an option.

- Should we call an architect? - I already did.

The one who built the house: Michael.

These are the old plans.

Yeah, yeah, his office sent them over.

Well, that was nice of him.

You know what? For the first time

in this whole house hunt, I'm actually getting excited.

- Oh! - Okay.

Great.

Great.

Firefighter Wilson.

I assume you're not here to volunteer?

If that's what it takes.

Will you please give us the room?

Of course.

This is Mara.

This video was taken about a week before

CPS removed her from our home.

Hi, Mama.

I hope you're having fun at work.

You said to make a list of what I want for my birthday.

I was thinking Disneyland?

World. Disney World.

Denny, do not coach her on her birthday wishes.

Sorry, Mama. Love you.

She's adorable.

When she came to us, she was nonverbal.

Completely closed off from the world around her.

Having a real family that loves her

opened her up.

Mara needs her family back.

We're all she has.

Kyle was all I had.

And I'm expected to go on without him.

Maybe young Mara will have to learn to do the same.

Please don't punish her because you can't forgive me.

If I could go back and change

the outcome of the night that your son died, I would.

I am truly sorry for what happened.

Now.

You're sorry now, Firefighter Wilson.

But you were sorry that night?

Or do you think Kyle got what he deserved?

Exactly.

Maybe you should think about what you deserve.

And this is all I have time for now.

So if you'll excuse me.

Oh, please...

give my regards to your captain.

My captain?

Vincent Gerrard.

We're old friends.

You're the one who put him there.

I think it was a good call.

Given the lack of leadership in your firehouse.

Don't you agree?

Hey.

Hey. Is my phone off?

No, I didn't call.

Uh, I did drive around the block about three times.

Must be serious.

It is.

Let me get you a cup of coffee.

You guys gonna build?

Uh, thinking about it.

Huh.

- This looks kind of like... - Yeah.

So, what's got you circling the block?

- It's Gerrard. - Hen, no,

if you got a problem with your captain,

I'm really not the person...

He is not my captain.

You are my captain.

No, I resigned, do you remember?

No, you didn't.

You house burned down

and then you ended up in the hospital.

Yes, but at the time

I let Chief Simpson know my intentions.

Chief Simpson is not the reason Gerrard has your spot, Cap.

I am.

What does that mean?

City Councilwoman Ortiz is the one

that reassigned Gerrard to the 118.

Not the Chief. It's because of me.

She has done a deep dive into my history.

She knows just where the pressure points are.

She saw an opening and she took it.

So, what do you want to do about it?

I have to quit.

I can't take being his favorite anymore.

He calls me his "little buddy," and he touches me.

No,

not like that, but, you know, still.

Buck, you can't quit because your captain likes you.

He wants me to be his henchman.

He has to make budget cuts,

he says he needs to fire someone

and he wants me to pick who.

That is not your responsibility.

It just pisses me off.

I mean, here's a kid who actually

wants his dad in his life,

and he doesn't even bother to show up?

You sure we're not talking about

a different father and son?

I miss him so much, Cap.

I'm trying to respect his wishes, but...

We zoom a couple times a week,

barely says a word to me.

Well, you sure it's not the, uh...

mustache?

You don't like it?

No, I love it. It just...

kind of looks like your old house.

Because it is.

It's the house Michael designed for her.

Well, you don't sound too thrilled.

- Well... - You know why?

Because this isn't the house you should be rebuilding.

Come back to the 118. It needs you.

The 118 has a captain.

Barely.

You know my feeling?

I think Gerrard doesn't even want to be there.

I mean, he was gonna retire.

The only reason why he said yes

was because his ego wouldn't allow him to say no.

He's always gotta be right.

He's always got to be the smartest guy in the room.

Honestly, I think that's why he's always

hanging around with Buck.

Oh, all right. Thank you so much.

Cool. Thank you.

Dr. Craig?

I'm Sergeant Grant.

I was told that you were having

some kind of issue with a patient.

Yes. Uh, guy came in

with major wounds to his neck and chest,

and a gash on his arm so deep, it's down to the bone.

Says his pit bull bit him.

I got called down here for a dog bite?

Normally, I'd just work him up for rabies shots

as a precaution, but my concern is,

these bites, or whatever they are,

they tore through muscle, exposed bone.

I don't think we're dealing with a pit bull.

So, he's lying.

- What's his name? - Carl Gates.

He's pretty doped up.

You're the police. Why are the police here?

Mr. Gates,

I'm Sergeant Grant.

I understand you were attacked by your pit bull?

No, I... I wouldn't call it an attack.

We were playing too rough

with his pull toy and he got excited.

That's all.

It looks like you were the pull toy.

Look, Bing's really no trouble.

He never even leaves the apartment.

It's-it's just us. We're fine.

Mr. Gates,

now, you need to tell me right now,

what do you have living in your apartment?

Mr. Gates?

It's Patty.

Again.

I'm here to collect the rent.

Mr. Gates, I've given you grace periods and courtesy,

but I need that rent.

You're four months behind.

And what is that smell, Mr. Gates?

We're getting complaints.

Mr. Gates, I can hear you in there.

Open up.

Mr. Gates...

Oh, God.

Where are you?

In the bathroom

at the Mariposa Apartments, unit 8C.

I was attacked.

Is the attacker still there?

Yes, it's...

uh, it's in the other room.

It?

Yeah, it's a tiger.

Please hurry.

Help is on the way. Can you tell me your name?

Patty.

My name's Patty.

Patty, you said you were bleeding?

Yeah,

it clawed my leg.

I made it to the bathroom and shut the door,

but it's trying to get in.

Okay, we've got help coming to you now.

Tell me what yousee around you

- Why? - We're going to try and stop the bleeding.

Well, she shouldn't have gone into my apartment.

She had no right.

When's the last time you paid rent?

Or a damn pet deposit?

You want to explain to me how you managed to get

a 400-pound Siberian tiger into a studio apartment?

He wasn't 400 pounds when I got him.

He was an adorable cub.

They're not gonna hurt him, right?

If I were you, I'd be more concerned about your landlord,

because what you actually get charged with

will depend on how she comes out of this.

Patty?

Stay with me. You're doing great.

First responders are arriving now.

Listen up.

Dispatch says we've got about ten minutes

before our patient goes into hypovolemic shock.

Where's animal control?

17 minutes out.

We are not waiting.

L.A. Zoo rushed over this tranq gun.

Victim's on the eighth floor.

Second window from the right.

You'll repel down from the roof.

When you get up there,

load the dart.

Keep the safety on

until you reach the eighth floor.

Wilson, the second that cat goes down,

you and Buckley pop the front door.

I want you on that victim's leg wound.

Diaz, with Han.

Maybe you should let me do that.

Or not.

Where'd you learn to do that?

I have layers.

Buck, help me grab the gear.

You sure about this?

Hell, yeah.

I just wish I was trying to hit him with a paintball.

Patty, how're we doing?

Cold.

Oh, I'm so cold.

Stay with me. You're doing great. Talk to me.

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

I don't see anything.

You sure you're on the right floor, Chim?

Whoa!

Uh, yeah. It's the right floor.

All right.

Uh... somebody's at the door.

Hello?

Do not open that door. We're going to get you out

in just a moment.

- Hello? - 118,

be advised, patient is

going into shock and is about to open the bathroom door.

Tell her not to.

Double time it up there, Han.

Nice and easy, kitty.

Slow and steady.

Patty? Patty?

One...

No, no, don't...

Damn it.

He's down!

He's down!

No pets.

Help! Help me!

And cut!

All right.

- Captain Nash. - Yeah?

You have a visitor.

Oh, Vincent.

Thanks for making the time to come see me.

I have to admit, I was curious to see

where the chief put you.

- This is it. - Hey, Bobby.

How did that last one look, mate?

Uh, Brad, that was great.

Um, perfect amount of swagger.

Brad, this is Vincent Gerrard.

He's the captain of my old firehouse.

Vincent, this is Brad Torrance, the star of Hotshots.

Oh, not so loud. The rest of the cast

thinks it's an ensemble.

Oh.

Pleasure, Captain.

You're a Brit.

Yeah, guilty.

I never would have guessed.

Are you a fan of the show?

Me? No, but my sister's a big fan.

I can't watch firefighter shows.

All I see is what they do wrong.

Oh. Well, I think our friend Bobby here

has set us straight on a few things.

He's more or less the voice of God around here.

That's Brad Torrance.

That is Brad Torrance. That's right, yeah.

Wow.

Well, pretty sweet set up you got here, Nash.

Yeah, it's not bad.

I'd rather be fighting real fires, though.

Why? You're living the dream.

Oh, it's not my dream.

Listen, I know that the city is talking about budget cuts

and that they're pushing for layoffs.

Let me guess, this is the part where you tell me

that there isn't a single firefighter in the house

who isn't essential to the team?

No, this is the part where I tell you

who you should get rid of.

You.

What the hell are you talking about?

I know you think regaining your command

is some kind of vindication for you. It's not.

Olivia Ortiz didn't put you there

because she thinks highly of you.

Quite the opposite.

She's been using you, Vincent,

and she's been laughing at you behind your back.

I just thought that you should know the truth.

Damn it!

Mind if I take a look at that?

You a doctor or something?

Firefighter.

Well, Army medic first.

Ah, today must be my lucky day.

- It's gonna sting. - Aah!

Oh! Mm.

Hazard of the job?

One of many.

I can relate.

I bet.

You might need to change the gauze,

but this should stop it from bleeding.

You got a vehicle here?

Least I can do is knock something off

your service charge for you.

Not necessary.

I actually came here to talk to you.

What? You Stacy's new boyfriend or something?

No, I'm the firefighter

who saved your son's life the other night.

Mind if we sit down and talk for a minute?

Stacy didn't tell me that Wes was in the hospital.

- She wanted to. - Yeah.

Weston told her not to.

And yet, he blames me for staying away.

You are the adult in the situation.

If she had called, would you have come?

Me and Weston, uh,

we don't have the best relationship.

I get it.

Sometimes a son just needs his father.

Hell, a father needs his son. I speak from experience.

You don't miss him?

All the time.

I just got tired of arguing.

But you're missing out on watching him grow up,

on who he's becoming.

You think I want to watch my only son be a cheerleader?

I think you love your son.

You're just confused on how to show it.

Who are you to judge me?

I'm a dad who doesn't live under the same roof as his son.

And it's my fault.

And I hate it.

You think being a cheerleader makes your son weak?

Let me show you something.

Go ahead.

I know soldiers who couldn't have survived

what your son did.

Your son almost died...

and you weren't there.

I appreciate what you did for my kid.

But you need to leave.

Vincent, I didn't lie.

I was just trying to spare you the details.

Yeah, it would have been more effective

if we'd been on the same page from the start.

We are on the same page.

We share a common enemy.

Henrietta Wilson was the reason

you were pushed out before, remember?

If it's Henrietta Wilson you want to punish,

you're going about this all wrong.

I don't know. I've managed to prevent them

from adopting that foster kid.

Good luck getting another hearing.

You have the judge in your pocket?

The judge is a friend who was happy to do what I asked,

especially since I'm going to be the next mayor.

But why stop with the kid?

There's other people she deeply cares about.

You're going after the wrong family.

It's the 118.

Shut the whole thing down.

The city wants budget cuts.

You shutter an entire house,

and suddenly, you're a fiscal genius.

That's interesting.

Of course, if I were to propose that,

you would be out of a job.

No, I wouldn't, because when you're mayor,

you're going to appoint me as your new fire chief.

And what do I get in return?

I just gave it to you.

Now you know how to break Wilson.

You know what, Vincent?

We are a lot alike.

That's why we make a good team.

Madame Clerk,

can you read the final item on the agenda?

From Councilmember Olivia Ortiz, firehouse closure proposal.

Councilmember Ortiz, please read your item into the record.

Mr. President, as you are aware,

the mayor has mandated a $22 million decrease

in the LAFD budget.

Rather than nibble around the margins,

I propose the permanent shuttering of one firehouse...

specifically station 118...

and the transfer of all of its members

to other existing houses.

Let's move forward

with public comment.

The first speaker is Ms. Henrietta Wilson.

Thank you.

My name is Henrietta Wilson.

I am a firefighter paramedic at the 118.

And I speak for the entire house

when I say we oppose the councilwoman's proposal.

Of course you do.

This is nothing more than Firefighter Wilson advocating

for her own self-interests.

We must think of the good of the community.

I am thinking of the community, A community

the men and women at the 118 have served selflessly

for years.

And you will continue to serve, just from different firehouses.

The 118 isn't just an item in a ledger.

And the people who serve there are not simply employees.

We're a family, and I will be damned if I will stand by

while you waste your power and your position

trying to break up that family, the way you broke up mine.

I don't know what you're talking about.

If the council president permits,

I'd like to play a recent recording.

Is this on topic, Ms. Wilson?

Very much so.

If there's a way that you would let me connect to your monitors?

Madame Clerk?

Olivia,

if it's Henrietta Wilson you want to punish,

you're going about this all wrong.

I-I... I object to this! This is outrageous!

I managed to prevent them from adopting that foster kid.

Good luck getting another hearing.

You got a judge in your pocket, too?

I did not give my consent to be recorded.

Oh, you gave your consent when you demanded

the members of the 118 wear body cameras

while dealing with the public.

Everything on there

is public record.

She isn't wrong.

Look, Vincent,

I know you got pushed out of the 118 once before.

And if you think Ortiz is going to repay you

or is gonna look out for you on the other side, she's not.

If you're smart... and I know you are...

you'll help take her down before she takes you down.

This is a setup.

It sure the hell is.

I'm calling a recess.

Clear the chambers. Olivia?

And just like that, she brought down an even bigger cat.

No, no comment.

No comment. Just...

♪ You got to find your people ♪

♪ The ones that make you ♪

- ♪ Feel all right ♪ - I have no comment. Please.

♪ The kind you want to stay up with all night ♪

♪ You got to find your people ♪

♪ The ones that make you feel whole ♪

♪ That won't leave your side when you lose control ♪

♪ The ones that don't let you lose your soul... ♪

Well, they work.

- There you go. - Eddie. Yeah.

All right, nice and easy.

Okay.

I got it.

Just like that, you're doing it.

He's always been a quick study.

Dad?

♪ That put the needle in the groove... ♪

I'm sorry it took me so long to get here.

You're here now.

♪ When you're together, you got nothing to lose ♪

Thank you.

♪ In a world of strangers... ♪

Look who's home.

♪ All you see is danger ♪

♪ Trying to find what you lost ♪

♪ You can't go it alone ♪

♪ Everybody needs help ♪

♪ You got to find your people then you'll find yourself... ♪

And then, I was thinking,

what if we open up the kitchen a bit here?

Athena?

I don't want to rebuild this house.

- You don't? - No.

I-I thought you loved this house.

I loved it because I was there with you.

But this was never my house.

- It was Michael's. - Hmm.

♪ That tell you the truth and wish you well... ♪

You're right.

Let's build something new.

Something just for us.

I love you.

♪ In a world of strangers ♪

♪ You don't know who to trust ♪

♪ All you see is danger ♪

♪ Trying to find what you lost ♪

♪ You can't go it alone ♪

There he is!

♪ Everybody needs help... ♪

The man, the myth, the legend.

"Cap" is fine.

So glad to have you back, Cap.

Oh, it's good to be back.

I thought you'd gone all Hollywood on us.

Buck, the show shoots in Studio City.

Nobody ever goes Studio City.

Did you see the news?

I did. Councilwoman Ortiz dropped out of the mayoral race.

Is probably gonna have to resign her seat on city council.

So, how'd you get Gerrard to play ball with us?

Yeah, how did you convince him?

- You didn't tell us. - Oh, it wasn't that hard.

♪ The ones that make you feel all right... ♪

♪ That tell you the truth and wish you well ♪

Here's your latte, sir.

I think I'm gonna like it here.

♪ You got to find your people, then you'll find yourself. ♪