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(siren wails)

ANNOUNCER: We're not sure
where this chase started,

but the vehicle is currently
moving west on the 710 freeway.

Oh, that was close!

I count four LAPD vehicles in pursuit.

He's got to be going
at least 100 miles an hour.

105 in a 65-mile-an-hour zone.

He passed me about three miles back.

DISPATCHER: Is the suspect male?

Suspect was a blur.

DISPATCHER: Could you tell if
anyone else was in the vehicle?

ATHENA: The only way we're
gonna see who's in that car

is if we get a whole lot closer.

(dramatic music)

I'm sorry, did you say you're in the car

that the police are chasing?

Yeah, I'm the driver.
The police are chasing me!

(tires squealing)

What's your name?

TONY: It's Tony. Tony Bryson.

Okay, Tony, I'm Maddie.

Can you tell me what's going on

and why you won't
pull over for the police?

Because I can't!
The gear shifter thing broke

and now it just keeps speeding up.

I can't stop the car. Please help!

You think the kid's telling the truth?

I think children, as a rule,
are pathological liars.

So who knows?

But this one seems pretty scared.

ATHENA: 15 years old, he probably

doesn't even have his learner's permit.

(tires squealing)

All right, send me
every unit you can spare.

We're gonna need
to shut down this freeway.

MADDIE: Tony, what's your speed right now?

100, 105.

And your foot isn't on the gas pedal?

No, I'm not touching it at all.
It's like the car's possessed.

Like I knew I wasn't
supposed to be driving it

-and it's punishing me.
-(horn blares)

Okay, and you've tried using the brake?

TONY: It didn't work.
The car wouldn't stop.

It started shaking real, real bad.

-Thought I was gonna crash.
-(horn blares)

There's no way that you can
shift the car into neutral?

TONY: I'm trying.
I can't get it into gear.

Please help me. I can't hurt the car.

MADDIE: Hey, the car is not
important right now.

-Only you are.
-No, no, no, no, no, no.

My dad will kill me if anything
happens to this car.

Okay, I don't think that's true.

TONY: No, he loves it more than anything.

More than me.
No one's supposed to drive it.

He doesn't even drive it.

He just sits in it
listening to Phil Collins.

Okay, Tony, I'm sure that your father--

You have to find another way!

ATHENA: I think he's getting tired.

We may have even less time
than we thought.

Isn't there any other way to stop him?

ATHENA: He's going too fast
for a PIT maneuver.

We could try spike strips,
but if those tires

don't hit just right,
he could lose control,

flip the car.

It's a convertible.

Um, maybe if he aimed for the strips?

ATHENA: An inexperienced driver
in a car doing triple digits?

There's no way he could
hit a target that small.

But he could probably
hit something bigger.

BOBBY: Kid's car is moving
like a runaway freight train,

but they got a plan to slow
him down before he crashes.

-So we're on cleanup duty?
-Not exactly.

Are you insane?

That car is a 1970 Ferrari Daytona Spyder!

And if he so much as puts a scratch on it,
I swear to God, I--

Tony is already more afraid
of hurting that car

than he is of hurting himself,

partially because he is 15
but mostly because

he thinks you love that car more than him.

Of course I d--

He doesn't--he didn't actually
say that, did he?

MADDIE: Yes, he did.

Now, please,

I need you to talk to him
and tell him he's wrong,

and I need him to believe it.

(somber music)

-(sighs) Okay.
-MADDIE: We've got a cruiser

-coming to you now.
-Oh, I see him.

-(siren whoops)
-He's here.

TONY: Maddie, you still there?

Maddie, what's going on? Where are you?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm here.

TONY: The police are slowing down.

Why? What's happening?

-CHARLES: Tony, can you hear me?
-TONY: Dad?

Oh, God, Dad, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

-I really screwed up.
-No, no, it--it--it--

it's fine, son.

-TONY: You're not mad?
-CHARLES: (sighs) Of course not.

It could've happened to anybody, right?

Why aren't you mad? You love this car.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I do love the car.

I mean, it is a one-of-a-kind car, Tony.

(Maddie scoffs)

But I mean, you're
a one-of-a-kind kid too, right?

-Oh, my God, I'm gonna die!
-What?

TONY: Yeah, that's why you're doing this.

You're just pretending not to be mad.

-I told you I'm not mad!
-No, you're totally mad!

I know it! You're just not yelling at me

because you don't want
our last words to be--

-That is not--
-TONY: I just took the car

to show my friends.

Like, they didn't believe
that some stick-in-the-mud

-could have such a cool car--
-Stick-in-the-mud?

TONY: It was just supposed
to be fun, and now I'm--

I'm gonna die.

You're not gonna die, okay?

I may wring your neck
once I know you're safe.

So please, just shut up and listen to me

for a second, all right?

The car doesn't matter, okay?

None of it matters, Tony.

All that matters is that you
get out of there in one piece.

That's all that I care about.

Maddie says she has a way to stop the car.

I need you to listen to her

and to do exactly what she says, okay?

Okay. What do I do?

Okay, there's an exit coming up.

BOBBY: They're clearing
a stretch of Woodley Avenue.

We'll meet them there.

-How fast is he going?
-105.

Once he gets to Woodley Avenue,
he'll hit the brakes,

hope he slows down a little.

-That's where we come in.
-CHIMNEY: That's a vintage car.

Worried about damaging a classic, Chim?

I'm worried about damaging a kid.

Airbags weren't standard until the '80s.

A car that old, we're lucky
it has a shoulder harness.

If they get it down
to 60 or 70, you know...

I like his chances better.

What kind of crazy person
came up with this plan?

BOBBY: My wife.

(Phil Collins' "In The Air Tonight")

(tires squealing)

ATHENA: I see him. He's taking the exit.

(tires squealing)

Kid's on the move.

Is everyone in position?

HEN: Bobby, are you ready?

COLLINS: ♪ In the air tonight ♪

BOBBY: I'm getting in position
on Woodley Avenue.

COLLINS: ♪ Oh, Lord ♪

HEN: All right, Maddie, we're ready.

Let's do this.

Are you ready, Tony?

Yeah, hitting the brakes now.

Remember, constant pressure.
Don't pump them.

TONY: Slowing down.

It's shaking again. I don't like this.

No, no, no, that's okay.
That's okay. It's gonna shake.

Just stay on the brakes.
Keep the wheel straight.

What's your speed?

Uh, 95, 90, 85...

80.

It's not going any lower.

(tires squealing)

Oh, my God, there's a fire truck!

What do I do? Do I go around it?

MADDIE: Keep going straight.

Stay right behind the truck.

Do you know where the emergency brake is?

Uh, yeah.

(tires squealing)

Oh, the truck's slowing down.
It's getting real close.

Good, now pull the parking brake
and hit that truck.

-What?
-Hit the truck!

(tires screeching)

(crashing)

COLLINS: ♪ I can feel it coming ♪

♪ In the air tonight ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ But I've been waiting for this moment ♪

♪ For all my life ♪

(sirens wailing)

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ I can feel it in the air tonight ♪

Help! Hey, help!

COLLINS: ♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ But I've been waiting for this moment ♪

♪ For all my life ♪

-HEN: We got him, Cap.
-COLLINS:♪ Oh, Lord ♪

(sighs)

-COLLINS: ♪ I can feel it ♪
-JOSH: Good job.

(dramatic music)

-Getting the dry chems, Cap!
-BOBBY: All right!

Tony!

-Are you okay?
-Dad.

-Is he okay?
-Dad.

HEN: He's got a broken nose,
a possible concussion.

CHIMNEY: He hit the steering wheel.

Was it just your head or your chest too?

-Head.
-(air hissing)

I'm not seeing any signs of chest trauma.

They'll do some scans
at the hospital just in case.

CHARLES: Hey, buddy, it's gonna be okay.

They're gonna take you to the hospital.

It's gonna be all right, okay?

-I'm sorry, Dad.
-It's all right.

CHARLES: It's just a car.

(air hissing)

(soft music)

There'll be an investigation

to determine what caused
the car to malfunction.

I'd call it a loose clutch.

Looks like the gearshift
broke clean off under the boot.

Throttle must have gotten stuck wide open

from the linkage break.

Wait, how's the car? Can it be fixed?

Here, something to remember it by.

Hey, you know, I heard
there's a Testarossa

coming up for auction soon.

What do you say we get that instead?

-Does it have airbags?
-(laughs)

(stirring music)

Kids today.

BUCK: Martinez!

(air hisses)

I got something.

I got her. Headed down.

(breathing heavily)

THOMAS: Baby doll factory, new record.

Most guys take the stairs.
Welcome back, Buckley.

MAN: Whoo! Nice job.

(Redbone's "Come and Get Your Love")

-MAN: ♪ Hey ♪
-KAREN: We're not late, are we?

(chuckles) The guest of honor
hasn't arrived yet.

KAREN: I'd hate to miss
an opportunity to cry.

MICHAEL: Yeah.

ATHENA: Are the IVF shots
taking their toll?

KAREN: I feel like a human pin cushion.

A very weepy pin cushion.

(laughter)

So first official party
of the Grant-Nash household.

-Oh.
-I didn't think it was

gonna really happen.

Or that any of us would be invited.

See, here you go again.

I told you don't take it personally.

-MICHAEL: Well...
-Then don't take it personally

that I ain't get you guys no gift.

-And they're almost here.
-EDDIE: And we are almost ready.

Sorry, Bobby, no sign
of any other platters.

I saw your mom put some stuff in the shed.

-Maybe check in there.
-(doorbell rings)

Come on. He's here.

MAN: ♪ Find it ♪

♪ Go on and love it if you like it, yeah ♪

ATHENA: I'm so glad you guys
were able to come.

-Thank you for having us over.
-I know it's short notice.

ALL: Surprise!

Aw!

-Did you do this?
-Yeah.

MAN: ♪ Come and get your love ♪

♪ Come and get your love ♪

(laughter)

♪ Come and get your love ♪

(upbeat music)

Wow, thanks, buddy. Wow. This is great.

-It's you and me.
-Oh, and what's that?

-It's a surfboard, right?
-Oh, ho, ho, ho.

He's obsessed, yeah.

BUCK: "Dear Buck, you are
an awesome firefighter.

Love, Christopher."

Very sweet, Christopher. Thank you.

(both laughing)

All right, well, thank you guys.

Really, thanks for showing up.

(upbeat music)

Ooh, so that's your future baby daddy.

Looks a little young.

No, this photo is, like, 20 years old.

For privacy reasons, they can't show you

what he looks like now.

Yeah, and he's not a baby daddy.

He's a sperm donor.

Well, he is a cute sperm donor.

-Mm-hmm.
-And hey.

He's gonna make for a real cute kid.

(both chuckle)

-You are so sweet.
-I--

-Oh, oh, God.
-Oh, okay.

BUCK: Ah...

(muffled music playing)

(chuckles)

Yo, I can't believe you managed
to keep this a secret.

There's cake?

-Uh, two cakes.
-Yeah.

We weren't sure how today was gonna go.

So we had another one on standby

in case you crashed and burned that said,

"Better Buck Next Time."

MADDIE: Aw.

Wow, you guys just gonna
get married already?

Oh, don't forget to invite us.

-Okay.
-Hey, right?

They are sending me
the paperwork in the morning

and you will officially be back.

-How's that feel?
-Oh, I'm just glad it's over.

You know, I hated not being with you guys.

Yeah, we missed you too.

It'll be nice to have
the whole team back together.

Thanks, Cap. And I don't just mean

for the party and the cakes. Um...

(soft music)

Thank you for being there,

you know, for the surgeries
and the rehabs.

I, uh--

I know I wasn't always
the easiest person to be around.

Oh, my God.

-No, you weren't that bad.
-(laughs) You should...

(coughing) Tell that to my...

(clears throat)
Ex-girlfriend, sorry.

Hey, she just wasn't the right fit.

-You'll find someone new.
-(coughing) Sorry, I, uh--

BOBBY: You okay?

(Buck coughing)

Yeah, I--
(coughing)

(dramatic music)

Buck?

(chokes)

BOBBY: Buck!

You got lucky. Most people who suffer

a pulmonary embolism
don't do it surrounded

by trained medical professionals.

Saved your life.

So what caused the blood clot?

DOCTOR: Clots, plural.

There's the one that hit his lungs,

and then there's two more in his leg.

As to the cause? It's unclear.

Yeah, but he just got a clean
bill of health last week.

-This came out of nowhere.
-DOCTOR: Did it?

No pain or tenderness in the leg?

Skin discoloration, swelling?

I thought I just
pulled a muscle or something.

Okay, I-I've been training for
my LAFD recertification test.

Well, it's not surprising.

Training hard can lead to dehydration,

which can increase the risk of clots.

Okay, um, well, great. Look, I'm not dead.

You found the clots.
When can I get out of here?

DOCTOR: We'll move you to a room,

keep you on the anticoagulants.

Tomorrow, we'll run some more tests.

And then...we'll see.

Thanks, Doc.

You know what? I'm gonna go
tell everyone that you're okay,

let them know that you're
staying awhile, all right?

All right.

(Maddie sighs)

When did your leg start bothering you?

Like, a day or two ago.

-(scoffs)
-Maddie, I-I was not

ignoring this, okay?

I-I didn't know what it was.

I thought I had a leg cramp or something.

Yeah, well, you need to be more careful.

Because if this had happened
when you were alone,

you could have died.

No, but I-I didn't, okay?
I just passed out--

Yeah, just passed out
after vomiting up blood.

BUCK: What?

I don't--I don't remember that.
I vomited up blood?

-At Bobby and Athena's house?
-Yeah.

-Oh, no.
-Oh, yeah.

(Bobby exhales)

ATHENA: Oh, Michael brought
the kids to his place.

He's gonna keep them tonight.

Did he say how they're doing?

Well, May's been quiet,

and Harry keeps asking
if we're sure it's not Ebola.

-Hmm.
-(chuckles)

BOBBY: Well, so much for our
first party as a married couple.

ATHENA: Mm, well, maybe now
they'll all stop complaining

that we didn't have a wedding reception.

-Where should we start?
-Right here.

(cell phone buzzes)

(cell phone clicks)

Buck says that he is sorry about the blood

and hopes he didn't ruin anything.

Oh, I raised two kids in this house.

A little ammonia, everything will be fine.

Just glad he's okay.

He is okay, right?

Yeah, he was laser-focused
on coming back to work,

and I thought he was ready.

But now I have to wonder.

Mm, you're worried that he's
pushing himself too hard?

Yeah.

That's what I did.
Thought I could handle it.

Lied to everybody. Ignored the pain.

I don't want him making
the same mistakes that I did.

Job should mean a lot, but it
shouldn't mean everything.

He's got to learn that.

Yeah, well, I understand the impulse.

Whenever I think of Harry
and May about to take a stumble,

my instinct is to throw myself

in front of them, cushion the fall.

-Well, Buck's not my kid.
-No.

But he's also not you.

Maybe he's making
the same mistakes you did.

Maybe he's not.

I mean, really, there's only
one way to find out for sure.

Just wait and see?

You got to let them grow up sometime.

(dramatic music)

(beeping)

Oh, thank God.

I wasn't sure that they
were gonna send anyone.

-BOBBY: You the one who called?
-It's my dad, Jack.

We came to have lunch with him.
He was acting weird.

And then Dave, that's my brother,

he noticed something on his stomach.

We tried to get a closer look,

but he kicked us out and locked the door.

DAVE: Finally! Our father is having

a medical emergency behind a locked door

that no one in this damn place
can seem to open.

(tense music)

The lock's not the problem.

There's something on the other side

keeping it from opening.

Your sister said that you saw something

on your father's stomach.

Uh, these marks.
Like, wounds or maybe sores?

It was hard to tell.

(knocking)

Jack, this is LAFD.
Will you please let us in?

Not until those ungrateful
vultures stop circling!

-SARA: Dad.
-BOBBY: Hey.

DAVE: Ungrateful? Who does
he think pays for this place?

JACK: You sold my house to pay for it!

Eddie, Chim, we're gonna have
to storm the Bastille here.

-He's acting like a child.
-JACK: I am not.

CHIM: Storming the Bastille, Cap.

Copy.

He's old, Dave, and sad and lonely,

living in this place, knowing he's dying.

Oh, wait, your father's ill?

I didn't mean "dying" dying. I just mean--

JACK: You wish, you ungrateful brats.

He is 82.

And I'm as healthy as a horse.

-And stubborn as a mule.
-Hey, I'm your father.

You're not too old
for the back of my hand.

Okay, well, then come on
out here and try it, old man.

My money's on you.

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Mm-mm, no. That's not a rash.

Maybe MRSA.
Have you been to the hospital recently?

Wait, wait, that's
the flesh-eating thing, right?

Oh, I'm gonna wash my hands.

-It's not a MRSA.
-Oh, yeah?

You sound pretty sure about that.

-When did the symptoms start?
-A few weeks back.

You know, I figured it'd go away
on its own, like crabs.

(quirky music)

Fine, I'll look.

Knock yourself out.

-Oh, what is that?
-CHIMNEY: I don't know.

Maybe donovanosis.

Mm, well, there's something
you don't see every day.

-Thank you.
-No, sir,

it looks like you have a flesh-eating STD.

Don't thank me.

DAVE: What kind of
an 82-year-old gets an STD?

EDDIE: Actually happens
more than you think.

Chlamydia, syphilis,

on the rise in people over 65.

When I went off to college,

you gave me a can of mace
and a box of condoms,

told me to always protect myself.

So what the hell, Dad?

What do you mean you got condoms?

I just got the mace.

I didn't think anybody'd have you.

Oh, well, someone's
clearly been having you.

Who is she?

She is none of your damn business.

Okay, sir, you're not required to tell us,

but you do have to tell them
at the hospital

because she has to start a course

of antibiotics immediately.

Um, everyone? My father, Jack, here

has a flesh-eating STD.

So whomever he's been sleeping with

should come to the hospital with us

for immediate treatment.

Hmm?

(faint murmuring)

(people gasp)

Okay, ma'am, please come with us.

HEN: Oh.

What if you slept with one
of the women that he slept with?

You should probably
get that checked out too.

(stammering)

What kind of a place is this?

I can't even with you!

You're supposed to be a role model.

He is to some people.

-(laughs)
-Kids today.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(cell phone ringing)

(cell phone clicks)

Chief, what's going on?

BOBBY: You sure it's okay
to be walking around like this?

BUCK: Yeah, they want me up and moving.

You know, it's better
for the blood flow in my legs.

Seriously, if I'm not being poked

or they're not testing me,
they're making me walk.

So all that testing,
do they have any theories yet

as to what caused the clots?

Not yet, but the meds are working.

You know, they're gonna
send me home tonight.

Oh, hey, um, do I need the hospital

to sign some kind of form

or anything, you know, for the Department?

My clearance?

Um... but you're not--

you're not cleared, Buck.

Not yet.

What--yeah, no,

I-I passed my physical
and my recertification test.

I've got everything I-I need.

It's the blood thinners.

Department is concerned
about liability issues,

and since the doctors haven't figured out

what's causing the clots...

Uh...

I can't come back to work?

Well, Buck, if we were out on a call
and something happened to you--

And then I would have two paramedics
standing next to me.

I would be fine!

(tense music)

Bobby, you--you know how hard
I have worked for this.

They can't--they can't do this to me.

You--you can't let them take away my job.

Hey, we're not.

You were injured in the line of duty,

and no one is forgetting that.

Chief Alonzo thinks that in a few weeks,

if you're doing okay on the meds,

he can clear you for light duty.

-For light duty?
-Mm-hmm.

Uh...

-you mean, like, a desk job?
-Now, listen, Buck, I...

Out there,

in the world, helping people,

that is where I belong.

That is where I have spent five months

fighting to get back to.

And now you're gonna tell me I-I can't?

Listen, Buck, I know this is
hard, but at least light duty--

No, I don't want light duty, okay?

And--and neither would you.

(soft music)

No, they are not putting me behind a desk.

I quit.

(sighs)

BOBBY: Maddie said Buck hasn't
left the apartment in a week.

(chuckles) Yeah, she's tried

to get him to go out a couple times,

but it's always,
"Why would I need to leave?

Everyone delivers."

He won't even take my calls.

He's just sulking, Cap. He'll get over it.

Hey.

I like to give Buck crap
as much as any of you,

but this was a body blow, guys.

Guy's allowed some time to mourn.

Question is how much time.

I mean, his daily routine
of walking from the bed

to the couch and back again,

that's not gonna help his situation.

Look, I know it sucks,
but that's life, right?

Whenever stuff didn't work out for me,

my dad always told me to brush it off,

keep moving forward.

Wasn't easy, but he wasn't wrong.

But forward to what?

I mean, we all had lives,

jobs before we entered the Department.

And we have things outside of it.

-What--what does Buck have?
-Buck has us.

Even though he may not believe
that right now.

So what's Buck gonna do
for the rest of his life?

I don't know. I'm not sure he even knows

what he's gonna do
with the rest of his day.

Although I suspect lying on the couch

and bingeing cooking shows
will play a small part.

As long as he's binging
on the viewing and not the cooking.

I saw this one cooking show
where the recipe

called for five cans
of store-bought frosting

to make eight cupcakes.

Ew, I think I just got
a cavity listening to that.

-Ugh!
-(laughs)

Honestly, I don't know how to help him.

You know, he just seems so lost.

I don't know if I should just give him

a swift kick in the butt
and get him back out there

or hug him and tell him
that it's all gonna be okay.

Well, no rule says you can't do both.

True.

(sighs)

-Oh.
-(phone rings)

Uh, 911. What's your emergency?

JILL: Help, please.

She took me.

I'm sorry, I'm having trouble hearing you.

-What's your location?
-JILL: Oh, no.

Stabbed me.

A woman stabbed you and took you.

-Is that woman still there?
-No. Bleeding.

-Okay, what's your name?
-JILL: Jill.

We have a female stabbing victim.

She doesn't know the address,
and I can't pinpoint the location.

Okay, Jill, you said you were bleeding.

Is there anything that you can use

to put pressure on the wound?

-I don't want to die.
-That's right.

You don't want to die.
So you're gonna fight.

And I'm gonna help you. Now, focus.

Look around. Do you see a towel

or anything that you can use?

-JILL: Clothes.
-Grab whatever it is.

Put it on that wound and press.

Roll over on the wound if you have to.

-Just put pressure on it.
-It hurts.

I know it does.

But you're gonna press,
and you're gonna fight,

and you're gonna stay with me.

We're gonna find you, Jill.
Do you hear me?

(dramatic music)

Jill?

Jill?

MADDIE: Jill?

(sighs)

The line's open, but still nothing.

Phone company gave me contact info
for the account holder.

-It's her husband.
-Okay.

(line ringing)

(clears throat)

-RICK: Hello?
-Mr. Evans, hi.

This is, uh, Maddie Buckley.

I am calling you from LA City Services,

and I was hoping that you could
help me get in touch with your wife.

-Do you know where she is?
-RICK: Uh, not sure.

I think she was
running some errands today.

Maybe shopping. Why?

Do you have any idea
where she was going shopping?

What's going on?
Where are you calling from?

MADDIE: Uh, I work for the city.

Your wife called us earlier
with a request,

and we're just trying
to get back in touch with her.

-RICK: I can call her cell.
-I tried that.

-She wasn't answering.
-RICK: That's not like her.

I wish I could remember.

She said something about
clothes for the baby.

How old is your baby?

Jill's due next week. It's our first.

Jill's pregnant?

(siren wails)

(indistinct radio chatter)

-(baby babbles)
-NANCY: Hi.

ATHENA: License, registration,
and proof of insurance, ma'am.

Was I speeding or something?

ATHENA: And you blew through a stop sign.

(Nancy breathing heavily)

(indistinct radio chatter)

ATHENA: I'm gonna need you to
step out of the vehicle, ma'am.

NANCY: Uh...

What is going on?

All right, ma'am, I'm gonna
need you to take a seat.

(exhales sharply) What?

-ATHENA: Whose blood is that?
-NANCY: I don't--

What blood?

ATHENA: On your hands and your feet.

Did you do something to your baby?

NANCY: She's fine.

My baby is fine.

727-0-30, I have a newborn
infant in respiratory distress.

She's turning blue.

(horn blaring, sirens wailing)

(dramatic music)

Go. Go. Come on. Come on.

(indistinct radio chatter)

BOBBY: Chimney, the NICU
is prepped and waiting for you.

ATHENA: Check the hospitals.

See if anyone's missing a newborn.

-MAN: Yes, ma'am.
-Williams!

WOMAN: Yes, ma'am. Stay right here.

ATHENA: Talk to dispatch.

Tell them to flag any strange calls

involving a pregnant woman
or someone missing a baby.

Hey, so how's the little one?

She lost some blood,

and the umbilical cord
wasn't tied off properly.

Baby can't be more than an hour old.

-BRANFORD: Sergeant Grant?
-ATHENA: Yeah?

So is she gonna be okay?

This baby wasn't born in a hospital.

BRANFORD: Found this in the trunk.

ATHENA: And that woman is not the mother.

HOPE: I'm sorry, how did you
get my number?

Your brother-in-law, Rick.

He said you and Jill were supposed to meet

for breakfast this morning.

HOPE: Oh, yeah, this place near my house.

Jill's become obsessed
with their breakfast burritos.

Although I'm not sure
how she can actually taste them

with all the hot sauce she's been using.

And what time did you leave her?

HOPE: Um, a little bit after 9:00.

I had to get to work.

And did she tell you where she was going?

HOPE: She was going--

well, she was gonna go
get stuff for the baby.

Uh, clothes, I think.

Okay, where? A store?

HOPE: Did something happen to Jill?

Your sister called 911
and said she'd been attacked.

But she didn't know where she was,

and we're trying to find her,
but I need your help.

HOPE: Oh, my God.

She's been trying to save money,

buying used baby things she found online.

She didn't want Rick to know
because she knew he'd freak out.

Well, she was going to meet someone

who'd placed an ad online?

-Where?
-HOPE: It was a public place.

It was supposed to be safe.

HEN: Vitals, blood glucose are normal.

No sign of impairment.

Yeah, whatever's wrong with that lady,

we don't have a test for it.

Okay, well, dispatch said to stay here.

-It's a critical missing.
-Or a possible homicide.

Well, Chimney said
the baby started to respond

when they got to the hospital.

So maybe we'll get lucky twice today.

All right.

WOMAN: ETA five minutes.

ATHENA: Tell me where
the mother is, Nancy.

-What'd you do to her?
-(chuckles) I'm the mother.

(tense music)

Is Aria okay? When can I see her?

We both know that you're not
that child's mother.

-She's not your baby.
-No! No, you don't understand.

She has to be. I-I promised.

-Promised what?
-I promised George

there was gonna be a baby.

There has to be a baby this time.

I don't know if you're insane or evil,

but neither one is helping
your situation right now.

Because if we do not find her
in time, if she dies,

things will not go well for you.

Now, you tell me what you did
with that baby's mother.

I'm the mother.

Sergeant, we got something.

Her sister said Jill was meeting

a woman in Griffith Park
by the pony rides.

All right, I'm two minutes out.

Okay, we checked the call logs.

Nothing from the park today,
no reports of people

seeing an assault or a woman in trouble.

The park's more than 4,000 acres.

She could've taken Jill anywhere.

Did Jill tell you anything
about her location?

MADDIE: She sounded really disoriented.

All she said was it was dark.

There was a weird sound, though.

I heard it after she passed out.

Like, a whistle or maybe a horn.

(horn blares)

(siren wailing)

(indistinct radio chatter)

MAN: I'm sorry, I haven't seen her.

BOBBY: I checked all the bathrooms.

She's not there.

Are you sure you didn't see her?

It would have been about an hour ago.

She'd be driving a 1996 burgundy Cadillac.

-Wait, the red Caddy?
-So you do remember her?

MAN: No, I remember the car.

We cater to mostly
the SUV and minivan crowd.

But that woman wasn't driving it.

It was some other lady. Different hair.

-Okay, thank you.
-Yeah.

So Nancy moved the car, but why?

-Throw us off?
-Nancy meets Jill here,

shows her the baby clothes.

They're out in the open.
People can see them.

So she can't take the baby here.
She's got to get Jill alone.

Nancy walks Jill to her car,

offers to put the clothes in her trunk.

Hits her in the head,
throws her in the trunk,

and moves the car.

Jill did tell Maddie it was dark.

She's still in that trunk.

Nancy couldn't have driven far.

She needed to take that baby

and carry it back to her own car.

(train whistle blowing)

ATHENA: Can you get a car back there?

MAN: Yeah, that's where we load
the horse trailers in.

-Bobby, there!
-Yeah.

(dramatic music)

I tried the door. It's locked.

EDDIE: Got it.

BOBBY: All right.

I got a pulse. It's weak, but it's there.

All right, let's get her out of there.

HEN: All right, come on.

MADDIE: Jill, are you there?

Are you with me? Jill, can you hear me?

Please respond.

-Maddie.
-MADDIE: Athena,

is she...

ATHENA: Alive.

She's alive.

I can't thank you enough.

If it hadn't been for all of you...

(soft music)

ATHENA: Your wife doing okay?

Yeah, she made it through surgery

and the doctors say she's doing well,

all things considered.

Jill's a fighter. They both are.

You guys come up with a name yet?

You know, we had a list before.

Somehow, none of those seem right anymore.

You'll figure it out. You have time.

Yeah.

(baby crying)

Hey.

You ready to go meet
your mom, little girl?

Oh, she is so tiny and sweet.

BOBBY: Are you and Chimney
thinking about--

Well, you two just got married.

-Are you?
-Point taken.

(Athena laughs)

Well, people always say,
"They grow up so fast."

And they do, sort of.

But I'm not interested
in resetting the clock

for another 18 years.

18?

Buck is 28 and I still have my hands full.

What now?

See?

They don't grow up that fast.

(baby crying)

(Rick shushing)

(upbeat music)

MADDIE: It's weird, right?
Everyone's got baby fever.

CHIMNEY: Oh, my God, we are
surrounded by people with kids,

people trying to have kids,

people eviscerating
other people to get a kid.

(laughter)

You know, we never really
talked about that.

Is that something that you want?

To eviscerate someone?

To have kids.

I did.

But then I got married,
and it just never felt...

safe in that situation.

What about you?

Still adjusting to the idea
that I'm not a kid myself.

No, seriously, uh...

I had a great mom that I lost too soon,

a nonexistent father I barely speak to.

I just don't know if I'd know
how to be a good parent myself.

Yeah, me either.

I still feel like I'm carrying
around too much baggage.

Okay.

-So, then, we don't know.
-Yeah.

We are a firm maybe, someday.

-Someday.
-Wait.

Are we the only people we know
who don't have kids?

BOTH: Buck.

WOMAN: ♪ And you know
that we won't get no younger ♪

(laughter)

EDDIE: Get up.

(Buck groans)

Why, man? Come on.

(Eddie exhales)

Because it's morning
and you have things to do.

No, I really don't.

You need to get out of this house

and take a walk around the block

and get some fresh air.

Why? What's the point?

Well, the point is, your life

isn't over just because
you're not a firefighter.

Says the firefighter.

You know, that blood clot
could've almost killed you.

But it didn't.

You have your whole life ahead of you,

so why don't you just take it as a win...

stop feeling sorry for yourself?

(exhales heavily)

CHRISTOPHER: Hey, Buck.

Hey, buddy.

Uh, what are you doing here?

He's hanging out with his Buck today!

'Cause I have to go work today.

Where's Carla?

She went to Morongo.

EDDIE: Mm-hmm.

So take him out, have some fun.

Maybe you'll learn something.

He never feels sorry for himself.

-Love you, buddy.
-Love you.

-Love you, Dad.
-(door clicks open)

(The The's "This Is The Day")

(chuckles)

(exhales)

So what do you like to do for fun?

Now, which one do you want to go on next?

Down here? Come on. Come on.

(vocalizes)

(people screaming)

-Great, right?
-Too tall, man.

-(Christopher laughs)
-Mm-mm.

What?

MAN: ♪ Well, you didn't
wake up this morning ♪

♪ Because you didn't go to bed ♪

♪ You were watching the whites
of your eyes turn red ♪

♪ The calendar on your wall ♪

-Mmm!
-Is it good?

That cotton candy is so good.

MAN: ♪ You've been reading
some old letters ♪

(camera shutter snaps)

♪ You smile and think
how much you've changed ♪

(laughter)

♪ All the money in the world ♪

BUCK: This is for all the marbles.

-CHRISTOPHER: Buck?
-BUCK: Yeah, buddy?

I don't want the marbles.

I want the bear!

(laughs)

No, it's--it's just a figure of speech.

-Now, you ready?
-Yeah!

All right. I'm gonna hold here.

-(bell rings)
-I'm gonna hold here.

All right, we're gonna shoot,
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot!

MAN: ♪ Your life will surely change ♪

Oh, you did it! Give me my high five!

-(siren wailing)
-Oh-ho-ho-ho.

MAN: And we have a winner!

MAN: ♪ And all your friends and family ♪

CHRISTOPHER: Buck!

MAN: ♪ Think that you're lucky ♪

♪ But the side of you they'll never see ♪

-♪ Is when you're left alone ♪
-Buck!

Oh, hey, uh, sorry, I-I got it.

MAN: ♪ Hold your life together ♪

Are you okay?

MAN: ♪ Like glue ♪

The universe is mocking me.

So let's go feed the fish.

MAN: ♪ This is the day ♪

♪ Your life will surely change ♪

(people screaming)

You ever think about what
you want to do with your life?

What you want to be when you grow up?

Astronaut or a pirate.

Some good choices.

Cool outfits too.

No, wait.

A firefighter!

(Buck chuckles)

Yeah, me too.

But, Chris, if those career paths

don't work out, um...

(soft music)

I hope you do find something you love.

You know, something you're good at,

makes you feel like you matter.

(chuckles)
Something you could do forever.

'Cause when you do,

it's gonna tell you who you are.

And it's gonna show you
the rest of your life.

And that is the best feeling.

I hope you get that.

And I hope you get to keep it.

You're gonna be okay, kid.

-(dramatic music)
-(indistinct chatter)

MAN: Whoa, check it out.

(indistinct chatter)

(wave roaring)