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(birds chirping)

(dog barking in distance)

DAVID (chuckles):
Look at that.

It's better
than the pictures, Dad.

-Could I take a look at my room?
-(sighs)

Have at it.

Yes. Yes!

Come on, Jamie.

Go on. I'll be right behind you.

-JAMIE: Alex, wait up!
-(Alex laughing)

(laughs softly)

We made it, babe.

-JAMIE: Need some help?
-Hey.

Just, uh, yeah, moving
is overwhelming, you know?

I miss her, too.

This was her dream house.

If she hadn't been
in remission, I never

would have gone through with it.

I just wish
she was here to see it.

She's here.

Hey, buddy.

JAMIE:
Don't worry, Dad.

We're gonna
get through it, together.

It's all gonna be okay.

(car alarm beeping)

(Jamie screams)

(tires screeching)

Alex. Alex!

AUTOMATED VOICE: You have reached a number
that is not in service.

If you feel you have reached
this number in error,

please check the number
and try again.

Check the number? It's 911.

BUCK: Okay, so

every unit is different,
but I think

I kind of like
this one the best.

Nice. You should totally
rent that apartment.

M-Me? Wh-Why... why would I...

Because I have my own apartment.

You sleep in my dining room.

Y-You don't think it's weird?

Yes. That's why you should get
your own place.

Okay, fine.
It's a little weird

to go back
to my apartment, but I'm not

just gonna force myself
out of it because...

I got stabbed,
and it totally sucked.

But then I remembered something
a wise man once said:

"Life moves pretty fast.
If you don't stop

and look around once in a while,
you could miss it."

Ah, wise men of history:
Aristotle, Solomon, Dr. King,

Bueller, Bueller.

Don't mock me. I'm convalescing.

Anyways, Ferris Bueller
only had one day off.

I have weeks of free time,

and I'm determined
to make the most of it.

Last time I almost died,

I didn't get
to have any fun at all.

Is that why you're turning all
your clothes into index cards?

Not all of them.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to determine
if this shirt sparks joy,

and I did, and it doesn't.

And now I thank the shirt.

-Thank you.
-Okay.

-You need therapy, Chim.
-(laughs)

MADDIE:
I will still see my therapist.

I'll go to my support group,
but I have to start putting

little pieces of my life
back together,

and work is a very big piece.

It seems like maybe
you're moving too fast.

You need time to heal.

I've been healing.
For weeks.

I'm sick of resting.

I'm tired of talking
about my feelings,

and I just want to go back
to the real world.

Even if you're not ready?

Once my life is normal again,

then I will feel normal again.

HEN:
You both just almost died.

Now you're just gonna prance
over to her place

and pick her up for dinner
like it never happened?

No. Maddie is coming over here
to pick me up,

because she is a modern woman.

And also, I'm pretty sure they
couldn't get the bloodstains

off that brick.

(laughs softly)

So I guess...

Maddie still sparks joy?

Always.

BUCK: Okay,

so where are you
gonna take Chimney

on your "second first date"?

I have no idea.

(chuckles)

BOBBY: Don't panic,

because panic can be
more dangerous than flames,

toxic fumes
or a sucking chest wound.

Guys?

Cap's a little intense, huh?

Oh, he takes these talks
very seriously.

BOBBY:
And all you need

are three numbers.

Can anyone tell me
what they are?

ALL:
911!

Yes. Now, does anybody know
what happens

when you dial those numbers?

-Harry Grant.
-They call a fire truck.

Hmm. So much
for playing it cool.

-Well, who's doing that?
-Our son.

He didn't want the other kids
thinking he had

the inside track just 'cause
he knows the captain.

Oh, well, that went
out the window

as soon as he walked
through the door.

(both laugh)

And now, what if I told you that
a big computer brain helps you

when you dial 911?

It is called CAD,

Computer Aided Dispatch.

Let's say you, Harry, call in
an emergency. Can you name one?

The library sets on fire,
and all our homework assignments

-are burned up.
-(chuckles): Okay, there you go.

All right, so when you dial 911,

the dispatcher types in
your address into the computer,

and then CAD automatically
finds your school,

then finds
the nearest station and...

-(alarm ringing)
-HEN: Station 118, Station 118,

please dispatch a fire engine
and an ambulance

to the Meadowbrook School
Library immediately.

Harry Grant didn't
do his homework.

-(laughter)
-BOBBY: All right, guys,

who wants to check out
the trucks?

-ALL: Me!
-All right.

-Follow Buck and Eddie.
-Come on, guys.

I want this side with me.
Let's go, let's go!

-Watch out. (laughs)
-Come on!

MICHAEL:
Yeah, seriously. There you go.

Great performance, sir.

I enjoyed every nuance.

Oh, well, thank you,
I guess I'm a method actor.

-(laughs): Yeah.
-Hey, what are you, on your lunch break,

or you just love TED Talks
for ten-year-olds?

Are you kidding me?

These tickets are harder to get

-than Hamilton.
-(chuckles)

-Will I see you later?
-Absolutely, you will.

-Ooh.
-All right, baby.

KYLE:
I still can't believe

your new dad's the captain.

-That's so cool.
-He's pretty badass.

Not just with,
like, fires and stuff.

Like, during the earthquake, he
saved, like, hundreds of people.

All we did was hand out
bottled waters.

(siren wailing)

(phone ringing)

MADDIE:
911. What is your emergency?

No, ma'am, an ice bath will not
help you break the baby's fever.

-WOMAN: A steam shower?
-Steam shower's not good, either.

It's only gonna
raise her temperature.

-Tell me your baby's name.
-Jessalyn.

She's at 103.

103 is high,
but not in the danger zone.

Is Jessalyn eating
and producing urine?

-Mm-hmm.
-Then she's gonna be fine.

If the fever's there in an hour,
take her to the ER.

Oh, thank God.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

-911. What is your emergency?
-WOMAN 2: My husband.

-He's choking on a shrimp tail.
-Y-You're gonna want to get your hands

under his sternum
and squeeze as you lift.

-(woman 2 grunting)
-(man coughing)

-It worked!
-Oh.

I'm so glad.
Last thing your husband needed

was a shrimp tail
stuck in his throat.

(cell phone vibrating)

Look me in the eye.

What?

-I'm checking on you.
-Ah.

Everyone is checking on me.
I would tell you that I'm fine,

but you probably
won't believe me, either.

-How's Chimney?
-He's good.

We're gonna finish
what we started.

Oh, the-the first date
that we never had.

Hope you have a good plan for the man
that almost died for you.

Still working on it.

I'll think of some
recommendations

-while I'm saving lives.
-(chuckles)

(phone ringing)

-911. What's your emergency?
-MAN: I need help.

Brakes gave out on my truck.

-I had to use a turnout.
-Have you been hurt?

Pretty sure
my ankle's broken.

And I've made
a hell of a mess of things.

I'm at Kanan, near the PCH.

Don't worry, sir. I'm sending
you help right away.

(crackling, beeping)

Sir?

Sir, can you hear me?

(electronic crackling)

(indistinct muttering)

-(beeping)
-SUE: It's a level-three outage.

The power is on, but the entire

CAD system is down.

The digital phone lines
are routed through the network,

so no computers, no calls.

But the analog lines still work.

We're going old-school.
Red for fire,

white for police,
yellow for medical.

Write down important details,
figure out

what resources you need,
use the walkie to dispatch

resources to the scene.

There are no blinking lights
on the map.

So, from your caller,
get cross streets and landmarks.

And if you are unfamiliar with
where they are calling from,

look it up.

(alarm ringing)

Okay, everybody, we are in
Tactical Emergency Mode.

That means we will not be
at the station today.

We will be driving all around
the district to make sure

that we are ready for anything
that comes our way.

Cap, you do realize
we work here, right?

We're trained professionals,
not fifth-graders.

-Yeah, right?
-Sorry.

This is a street atlas.

All of Los Angeles
in one handy volume.

Maps on paper, people.
And yes, they still make them.

Street numbers are located on
the maps and also in the index.

EDDIE: Hey, Cap. You ever seen
a breakdown like this before?

Once in St. Paul.

Blizzard took out the power grid
around the call center

and backup generator.

I've been through, like,
three of these.

I'm surprised
they don't happen more often,

the way the city funds us.

Department's held together
by chewing gum and spit.

Hey, come on,
I like these old trucks.

Uh-huh. I like them
when they run.

JOSH:
It will be chaos.

Help each other through it.

Call out errors,
correct mistakes.

See it, say it, repeat it.

We did it this way for 20 years.

We'll do it again today.

JOSH (over radio): 118 Engine and Rescue,
please report your location.

BOBBY: We're on Granville, approaching
Miracle Mile District

from the west.

JOSH: Please proceed
to 9590 Hillcrest.

Cross street is Meadows.

Vehicle collided with
58-year-old cyclist, male.

Copy.
118, Battalion Seven en route.

MAN: So, you didn't do it there,
where did you do it?

(news fanfare playing)

-Good morning, everybody.
-Oh, come on.

We're learning
that Metro L.A.'s 911 system

has been hit
with a system-wide outage.

We're gonna be posting
alternate numbers.

We'll put them
on the screen here

for you and on our website.

Department staffers are also
monitoring social media

and urging you to use
the hashtag "911-L.A."

Now, officials are saying
that only about 30%

of these emergency calls
are gonna be able

to get through,
so please only call 911...

Okay, this might be
a better show.

...if it is a life-threatening
emergency.

♪ That's great, it starts
with an earthquake ♪

♪ Birds and snakes
and aeroplanes ♪

♪ And Lenny Bruce
is not afraid ♪

♪ Eye of a hurricane,
listen to yourself churn ♪

♪ World serves
its own needs... ♪

Get these cars routed
around the scene

and shut down these two lanes.

♪ With a fear of height,
down, height... ♪

Dispatch, this is 118.
122 is already on the scene.

JOSH: Copy that.
Maintain Emergency Protocol.

♪ With the Furies breathing
down your neck... ♪

BOBBY:
Copy that. 118 on the move.

Wait, is that the vehicle
versus cyclist on Hillcrest?

I sent the 122. I'm sorry.

It's okay. It's gonna happen.
Um, Vicky, Jeanette, Andre,

start walking the floor
and flag all duplicate calls.

Make sure one ends up
on the boards. Got it?

Sure you don't want to take
another three weeks off?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, but we're not giving
any tours today.

You should return your passes to
the receptionist and reschedule.

MAN: Don't think my ASAC
will like that.

(scoffs)
You're FBI?

Anders is our data breach
and recovery expert.

Nina is a critical
infrastructure specialist.

I'm Devon, systems analyst,
cyberterrorism.

So you think we've been hacked?

We're operating
on that assumption.

ANDERS:
Doesn't take much. In 2016,

a single web address
went viral on Twitter.

People clicked on it,

and their phones started
speed-dialing 911.

DEVON:
The attack in Atlanta last year

was traced back
to Russian hackers.

The city spent
more than ¤2.6 million

trying to unlock their systems,

rather than pay
the ransom demand

of ¤50,000 in Bitcoin.

-Ransom demand?
-Yes.

And that's what
we're hoping for,

because the moment they hit us
with it, we'll be ready.

(sighing):
Okay, okay.

(strained grunting)

-Is it bad?
-(chuckles)

Please tell me it's not bad.

On a scale of one to ten,
it's about a 40.

-We're not gonna make it.
-Ooh!

We'll be fine, Roger.
We just got to get to the car...

-Aah!
-Whoa.

-Did your water just break?
-Yeah.

Yeah, broke.

Okay, all right.

-Okay.
-Ooh!

-Call 911.
-We've got an Uber on the way.

(yells)

O-Okay, okay.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
You have reached a number

that is not in service.

What do you mean,
it's not in service?

How is 911 not in service?
(panting)

-(line ringing)
-Thank God.

LINDA:
911. What's your emergency?

Yeah, my wife is having a baby.

Engine 118, Rescue 118,

report to 550 San Vicente.

Woman in labor,
geriatric pregnancy,

contractions very close.

BOBBY:
Copy that.

118 en route to 550 San Vicente.

(sirens wailing)

(Sonia shouting)

Need some pillows?

The contractions are right
on top of each other.

-This is not good.
-(screaming)

It's okay. I got it.

Where the hell is the ambulance?

(sirens wailing)

Dispatch, this is 118.

-There is nothing here.
-No pregnant woman?

There's no building.
It's an empty lot.

LINDA:
Stand by, 118.

Hey, Linda,
did you say San Vicente?

Yeah. Woman in labor
in the lobby of a high-rise.

Yeah, it's the wrong
San Vicente. There's three.

118, you're gonna need
to proceed

to San Vicente, east of
the Miracle Mile District.

Nearest cross street is Sixth.

BOBBY:
Copy that.

He's ready.

I know, honey, I know.

-He wants out!
-It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Where the hell
have you guys been?

We are fighting
a system outage, sir.

We apologize for the delay.
Hen, you're up.

-Eddie, start fluids.
-(stammering)

We can't just have
the baby here in the lobby.

That's not how this is
supposed to happen.

Roger, this is
pretty much the way

it's happened throughout
human history. (groans)

Hi. I'm Hen. What's your name?

(panting):
Sonia. 39 weeks pregnant.

38 years old, which makes me

a geriatric pregnancy.

-God, I hate that word.
-Word doesn't matter.

You're still gonna
get a baby out of it.

I can't believe I'm finally
gonna meet him. Here.

In the lobby.
(laughs)

That's all right.
You're doing great, okay?

Now, on this next contraction,
we're gonna push, okay, Sonia?

(groaning)

Sonia? Sonia?

There's something wrong
with the baby.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
Your baby's fine.

You'll-you'll be able to see
for yourself in just a minute.

No! No, this was a mistake.

All of it.
Roger was right

to panic.
Look, we can't do this.

I can't... I can't do this.

I shouldn't have this child.

No, no, no. No, no, no, no.
Sonia, look at me.

Sonia, look at me,
look at me, look at me.

Look at me,
look at me.

All you got to do is push.

All you need to do: push.

Push.

-(screaming)
-Good.

Good, good, good. Keep pushing!

Keep pushing!

-(screaming continues)
-Keep pushing!

He's coming! He's coming!

-(baby crying)
-He's here!

He's here!

-He's here!
-(applause)

Yeah. Yes.

Baby's got a set of pipes.
(chuckles)

We're gonna take you
to the warmest place

in this lobby, okay?
(chuckles)

Which is gonna be right here...

BUCK:
Hen.

-Hen, I got the baby.
-Sonia. Sonia?

-What's happening? What's happening?
-It's okay. Roger, Roger.

-What's happening? What?
-Roger, Roger. Hey, hey, hey.

Listen, she is in good hands.

Okay? Right now, he needs yours.

Blood pressure went off a cliff.

HEN:
Sonia, can you hear me?

-Cyanosis.
-(baby continues crying)

Can someone please tell me
what's happening here?

BUCK:
Your wife has gone into shock.

I lost her pulse.

HEN:
She's in cardiac arrest.

I'm starting compressions.

BOBBY:
Okay, let's get her transported

to L.A. General now.

Hey, Cap, we're gonna need
another ambulance for the baby.

Dispatch, this is Engine 118.

DISPATCH:
Stand by, 118.

No more standing by. Guys, let's
get her on the gurney. Let's go.

(sirens wailing)

(baby crying)

BOBBY:
Hen, it's been 12 minutes.

-Let's switch.
-I got it.

-Hen, let me take over.
-No, I got it.

She's not dying
because somebody blew a fuse.

Come on, Sonia.
I know you're a fighter.

BOBBY:
She is. She was. She was fine

when we got there, and then...

Sudden despair
and fear and anxiety.

BOBBY: Birth was going like clockwork,
even for a geriatric pregnancy.

Then rapid loss of BP.

Amniotic embolism, Cap.

She's hemorrhaging.

The hospital needs
to prep for this.

It's a massive
transfusion protocol.

BOBBY: Well, we can't radio,
but we can still call.

(line ringing)

OPERATOR:
L.A. General. Operator.

This is Fire Captain Bobby Nash.

I need the ER charge nurse
on call.

We've got a patient
coming your way.

Rapid transfusion on standby.

Come on, Sonia.

How long has she been down?

Uh, 14... no, 15 minutes.

-Okay. Call it.
-Come on, Sonia.

-Hen.
-Come on, Sonia.

Hen.

Hen.

(panting)

(monitor flatlining)

-How is she?
-Guys.

What's wrong?

I am so sorry.

You were right.

He's perfect.

I wish you could see him.

I know I was scared

and worried that
we weren't ready for this,

and I am damn sure

not ready to do this
without you.

But I will.

I'm gonna figure it out.

(baby cooing)

-(baby fusses)
-(monitor beeping)

(baby crying)

She's got a pulse.

Go, go! Get her inside!

-Let's go.
-Watch the left.

-Hallway's good.
-All right.

(indistinct chatter)

Thank you.

(gasping)

That was amazing.

Now, that was a miracle.

-Right there.
-That's not what I'm looking for.

Okay. Uh, right here.
Great little Tuscan spot.

Has a garden
that's not really a garden,

so you still feel like
you're sitting outside.

Also, string lights.

-Mm, that sounds intimate.
-I thought you wanted intimate.

No, I want special.

Rachel McAdams special
or Reese Witherspoon special?

I don't think that
I know the difference.

Fun and flighty
or serious and heartfelt?

-No, I don't want serious.
-Oh. Then what do you want?

TERRY: I've already run every
antivirus protocol we have.

ANDERS: Did you scan
for foreign data packets?

-Every scan turns up zero.
-Well, that's not surprising.

Some of these cyberthugs
can be pretty sophisticated.

Pretty sure,
if it were a malware attack,

I would have found it by now.

(exhales)

(clears throat)

Mister...?

Flores, Terry.

Mr. Flores.

I'm sure you're very good
at your job.

But this goes beyond
tech support.

Now, please...

let us do what we do.

Sure.

Hey, what's that?

It's electrical fire.

11th and Margo,
low-priority call.

11th and Margo.

Okay, let's refuel.

We're back out there
in five minutes.

Hen, can you check
the ambulance and top off

-anything that needs resupply?
-Copy that, Cap.

Thank you.

(faint chatter)

Harry?

Harry.

What are you doing here?

Where's your dad?

We had a fight.
He was so mad.

Then I ran away.

He doesn't know you're here?

(softly):
Okay.

No, you can't call him.

Harry, your dad's gonna be
worried sick about you.

I got to let him know
you're okay.

No, you don't understand.
He was really mad.

There you are.

-How did you find me?
-Next time, don't tweet

from your secret location.

Get in the car.

Michael, I was gonna call you.
We'd just gotten back.

Michael. Michael.

I don't know what you two
had a fight about,

but Harry seemed real shook up.

Bobby...

do I strike you
as the type of man

that has fights
with his ten-year-old son?

-No, I...
-Well, then let me fill you in

on actually what happened.

Harry was playing
with his friend Kyle.

On Kyle's front lawn.

They decided
that it would be fun

to set a fire
and then try to put it out.

Because fighting fires
is so cool.

Oh, God. I... Is everybody okay?

Yeah, the kids are fine.
The yard, not so much.

But I don't think I need
to tell you the ways in which

that could have gone
horribly wrong.

No, I cannot believe
that Harry would do that.

-I will talk to him.
-You will not.

I'll talk to him.
That's my job, not yours.

You've done enough.

What the hell is that
supposed to mean?

Excuse me?

Let me tell you something--
I don't like

what's happening to my son.

He used to care about
video games

and sports and-and comic books.

And ever since you came along,
the big damn hero,

making him feel like
your kind of life

is the only one worth having.

Filling his head
with reckless ideas.

What we do here is not reckless.

Might be difficult to understand
when you've never done the job.

I get it, Bobby.

You're awesome.
More awesome than me.

But hear me on this:

I am not interested
in raising my son

-in your image.
-That is not what I'm doing.

-I'm just trying to be there for Harry.
-Because I'm not?

I'm only with him
half the time now, right?

Maybe that makes me
half a father.

It's still half more than you.

GPS VOICE:
In .2 miles, turn right.

Then make another right.

That is the fourth right
in a row!

The freaking nav is sending me
in a circle.

What is going on today?

WOMAN: That's what I'm telling you.
911 is out. Totally gone.

Accidents everywhere.
Traffic's going crazy.

Oh, so it's a day that ends
in "Y" in L.A.

(gasps) What the...

-(explosion)
-(tires screech)

-(horn blaring)
-Oh, my God!

(coughing)

DAVID:
Alex!

-Alex!
-(car alarms blaring)

DWIGHT: This is a live picture
from Newscopter Eight.

We're over Doheny Park there,

and it's been hit
by multiple explosions.

Now, we're not sure what's

causing these explosions,
and we're still waiting

for the first responders
to arrive at the scene.

We are getting reports
from bystanders, though,

-that some residents were at home...
-(line ringing)

Yeah, Buck.
Where are you guys?

Uh, we are crossing Robertson

for the 320th time.

Get over to Doheny Park, man.

The whole damn
neighborhood's on fire.

Looks like it's
a gas main break.

You heard it on the scanner?

No, I'm watching it
on the news right now.

Nobody's over there, Buck.

Not a single unit.

Hey, Cap! Uh, Doheny Park
is going up in flames!

Chim thinks it's
a gas main break.

-We're close, right?
-Close enough. Let's do it.

(siren blaring)

(indistinct chatter)

BOBBY:
Dispatch, this is Captain 118.

We're at Doheny Park.

Multiple residential
structure fires.

Send everything you can.

JOSH:
Copy that, 118.

I'm trying to find
additional resources for you,

but you might be on your own
for the next 15,

-maybe 20 minutes.
-BOBBY: Copy that.

(siren wailing)

-Help! Help! You got to help!
-BUCK: Cap!

My son! He's trapped upstairs!

Do you know where?
Which room?

No, no, I haven't seen him.

Cap, I see him! Upstairs window!

-(yells)
-Sir! Sir! Two!

All right, get the ladder
up to the house. Go.

-All right.
-I'll check the driver, Cap!

-Louis.
-Go for Louis.

-Jones.
-Yeah, Cap.

Go door to door.
Everyone gets evacuated.

Hen is doing triage.

-DAVID: You got to save him!
-BOBBY: Sir, just let us work.

-Cap!
-Yeah?

Hydrant's gone. The only water
we got is in the truck.

It's not even enough
to put out one house.

Okay. Keep trying dispatch.

Gas company needs
to shut down Doheny Park.

I want a two-mile radius
around Lambourne Place.

-Two miles.
-Copy that.

(sighs)
Okay, okay.

Uh... they have no water.
They got no backup.

NEWSCASTER: Looks like they hit a pipe.
And just thinking ahead...

-Backup.
-...it could be a huge problem

for first responders
to deal with

-when they arrive here at the scene.
-(line ringing)

That's the only hydrant
out there on the street...

-MAN: Hello?
-Hey, Tommy.

-Hey, man.
-Yeah, it's me, Howie.

Are you still with the 217?

(screaming, frantic chatter)

(coughing)

Dad!

I'm over here!
Help!

Dad!

BUCK:
We got you, big guy.

Help!

I just need you
to hold on, okay?

I'm coming for you.

(coughing)

Go, go, go!

Almost there.

I told you, everything's
gonna be fine.

(metallic grinding)

-No, no, no!
-(grunting)

(gasps)

Buck!

-(grunts)
-ALEX: Help!

(yells)

(whooshing, clattering)

-You all right?
-Yeah.

Yeah, I'm good. Come on.

Oh, hey, uh, Eddie.

Eddie, what are you doing?

I feel like, if I ever did that,
you would yell at me.

WOMAN:
Get him out!

(panting)

(coughing)

(grunting)

-Alex!
-(flame whooshing)

(coughing)

Alex!

Alex, where are you, buddy?

(coughing)

Uh, Cap, I got him.
Alive but unconscious.

I'm prepping for evac.

Cap, gas guys just showed up.
They're shutting it down.

All neighbors are present
and accounted for.

Two more engines are rolling in,

but it makes no sense
if there's no water pressure.

(explosion)

-(creaking)
-(grunts)

(gasping)

Alex!

(grunting)

(coughing)

(inhales deeply)

Cap! Negative on evac.

Pinned down,
south side of the house.

I'm gonna take an extinguisher!

I can make that jump,
I can help Eddie!

No, wait.

(airplane engine roaring)

Wait, is that...

Incoming!
Everybody, take cover!

Under the trucks now!
Now! Go, go!

BOBBY:
Hunker down. 217 is inbound.

Seriously?

-(flame whooshes)
-(coughs, grunts)

BOBBY: Get under the trucks!
Under the trucks! Now!

Under, under!

-Here!
-Hurry! Run, run!

(grunting)

Go! Clear, clear, clear!

Hen, Hen, Hen, Hen, Hen!
Hen, Hen, Hen!

Stay down!

♪ ♪

(gasping, grunting)

(indistinct chatter)

Eddie, do you copy?

(sirens approaching)

Alex?

(grunting, panting)

(Alex coughing)

Oh! Oh!

Oh, thank God.

Oh, you're... Hey, buddy.

What's up with
the Spider-Man routine?

I don't know.
I just did it.

And prayed a lot.

Yeah, it looks like
someone was listening.

CHIMNEY:
Yes!

You are welcome.
You are welcome.

Ow. Ow.
(chuckles)

REPORTER (on TV):
And a C130 supertanker

with Cal Fire coming in...

SUE:
So, nothing?

-Still?
-We'll keep digging.

Well, drop the shovel.
The system's fine.

MADDIE:
The electrical fire--

11th and Margo,
low-priority call--

wasn't so low-priority
after all.

Something about the address
sounded familiar,

so I asked Terry about it.

It's where our communications
equipment lives.

The backup generator
overheated.

Knocked out the power,
took everything offline.

No ransom, no revenge,
no terrorism.

-It just...
-Broke.

Never occurred to us to ask.

-(beeping)
-MAN: Yes!

-(whooping)
-(Sue laughs)

-MAN: We're back.
-SUE: Oh, thank you.

(door opens, closes)

Hey, baby.

Do you know what happened
to the Andersons' front yard?

Looks like it's burned
to a crisp.

You should ask Harry.

I wasn't home when it happened.

Hmm.

Hey, um, I heard 911 was down.

That must have been crazy.

Oh, yeah.
It was a trying day.

I don't think I have it in me
to cook.

-We should order something.
-Harry's already on it.

HARRY: Surprise, I'm making
dinner for you.

ATHENA:
I see.

Waffles. Your favorite.

What did you do?

(phone vibrates)

I thought you were headed out.

I didn't make a reservation.

We talked about it all day,

and I never picked
a damn restaurant.

Well, you were a little busy.

Or maybe you're not ready.

(sighs)

I just need to leave
what happened behind me.

I'm never gonna be able
to move forward...

You know, when people
break a leg,

no one says,
"Hey, just walk it off."

Because everybody knows
that ignoring an injury

only compounds the damage.

I'm not ignoring it.
I've been talking about it.

And... dealing with it.

But are you letting yourself
feel it?

What you've been through
is a lot more complicated

than a broken bone.

But the advice is the same.

Pretending you're not hurt--

it's not the same thing
as healing.

BOBBY: There was no warning sign.
It just broke.

-The worst possible moment.
-Eh, budget cuts.

And the way we're going,
half the city is gonna be

held together with paper clips
and duct tape.

-Hen thinks it's chewing gum and spit.
-(chuckles)

Well, I'm afraid that
you're gonna be down a ladder

for a few days.

And I'll bring in a backup.

But, you know,
there's a reason it's a backup.

Paper clips and duct tape?

I could throw in
some chewing gum

if that'd make you feel better.

Thanks, Marty.

Yeah, well, still,
you got it done.

Even with a bum ladder.

That's not nothing.

Equipment breaks, we don't.

Now, that's a T-shirt.

Hope it's not a bad time.

Around here, that changes
by the minute.

I thought we should talk.

Sure.

You want some coffee?

There's pie.

I'm sorry.

I was out of line.

I shouldn't have
lost my temper like that.

Definitely not in here.

Well, your timing
was maybe not ideal.

All right, but listen,
if I'm overstepping...

I'm sorry.
And I will back off.

Because the last thing
I want to do is

get between a father
and his kids.

And I know that.
Usually.

But today, I overheard Harry
bragging about

his cool new dad,
and I'm not gonna lie--

it stung a little.

Look, he's ten. I think
that he was just impressed

by all the shiny trucks
and equipment.

And I think, if you bring him
to a job site,

show him a crane,
you'll be even cooler.

Maybe.

But he was mad at me today,

and he ran here, to you.

Well, I don't think
it's because

he thinks of me as his dad.

I think it's because I'm not.

I'm not the guy who tells him
to finish his homework

or grounds him because
he's done something wrong.

I'm just Best Buddy Bobby,
nothing but fun.

-(laughs)
-What?

Really?
Is that how you see yourself?

No, no.

It's something
that Athena says to me--

that I am always
trying to win them over,

trying to be their friend,
not their stepparent.

And she's right.

I am...

overcompensating.

For what?

For not being you.

Wow.

Well, I wouldn't get
too worked up over that,

'cause I am definitely
no fun at all.

I mean, ask Harry or Glenn.

-It's just...
-I...

We broke up.

A-Are you sure you don't want
a piece of pie?

Uh... m-maybe.

-If there's ice cream.
-All right.

(Michael chuckles)

-You get some ice cream.
-Yeah.

I'm sorry about that.
It's just...

Athena, she, uh...

she didn't tell me.

Well, A-Athena doesn't know.

Not yet.

I-I've been trying to
figure out a way to tell her.

"Remember the time
I blew up your life

"and left you for somebody else?

Well, whoops."

Yeah, that's maybe not
the best way in.

For the last three days,

I have been feeling
like a damn fool, and-and...

and then I started
acting like one.

Well, that wasn't
my finest moment, either.

You struck a nerve.

The reason that I don't
put my foot down with your kids

is that I'm always afraid
they're gonna tell me

that I'm not their father.

Because I'm not.

I'm nobody's father.

But you're about to become
a stepfather.

So we have got to work
on your bad-cop routine.

Present a united front,
all right?

Or they will divide
and conquer us for sure.

All right, deal.

Deal.

Do you need to talk about...

-No.
-Okay.

Guess maybe next time I should
pick the restaurant, huh?

(chuckles)
I'm so sorry.

I meant to make a reservation.

That's okay.
You had, like,

a really crazy
first day back, so...

Not as crazy as
my first day there, but yeah.

So, I think it's supposed
to start raining tomorrow,

probably through the weekend.

That'd be nice.
(sighs)

We could just stay at home
and catch up on some sleep.

-You're not sleeping okay?
-No, I-I am.

All I want to do is sleep.

I just want to pull the covers
over my head

and-and wait until
the world makes sense again.

But I know that I can't do that.

I have to get up

and go to work

and m-move forward.

I'm not okay.

Neither of us are.

But I wanted to be.
I wanted, uh...

I wanted this date
to be perfect

to make up for the one
we didn't get.

But I think that's asking
a little too much

of a bowl of pasta.
(laughs)

I hate my apartment building.

I hate...

just walking
out of my front door.

And I tried coming home,
because every time I...

I just see you laying there.

Yesterday,
I want to get my mail,

and one of my neighbors
came up behind me,

and I, uh...
(soft chuckle)

I'm really not sure which
one of us was freaked out more--

me or him.

(both laugh)

This is never gonna
be the same, is it?

Whatever it is that
we were about to have, we're...

we're never getting it back.

(quietly):
No.

I should go.

Hey, hang on a second.
Hang on.

We're not saying goodbye.

We just need a minute.

Yeah.

Just a minute.

(door opens)

(door closes)

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