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(intense music)

(siren wailing)

-(horn honking)
-(tires squealing)

MAN: Everyone, please keep
moving in an orderly fashion

to the designated safe area.

(man shouting indistinctly)

My God, that's the biggest
damn fire I've never seen.

I hate fire drills.

City mandates we do 'em every three years.

Can't fight city hall.

First alarm was triggered at 12:20.

Call came in 30 seconds later.

Boots down, hoses out, 12:43.

That's what?

Four minutes over
our allotted response time.

Ouch, that's gonna cost us some points.

HEN: Someone's gonna have to explain that

to the new fire marshal.

BOBBY: There was a stalled bus

blocking both directions on Grand.

Vehicles couldn't clear a path,
which delayed our arrival.

And yet the 144

managed a response time
in under six minutes.

That is a full 17 minutes before the 118.

The 144 is five blocks away.

I hear you, Bobby, I do,

and--and I wanna help.

I gotta be impartial here, you know?

Look, if I'm gonna do
this kind of light duty,

I gotta take it seriously, okay,
be strictly by the book,

just how you would want me to be.

For what it's worth, I'm proud of you.

I'm glad you didn't throw away your career
just 'cause you had a little setback.

If I learned one thing from that tsunami,

it's that I don't quit.

I fight.

I'm gonna keep on fighting

till I get back to where I belong:

with my team, putting out
fake fires like this one.

You're enjoying this way too much.

Be careful not to logjam
at the stairwells.

I'll have to-- Oh.

Why do they always
do these things during lunch?

My carbonara's gonna turn to mush.

(chuckles)
I don't know.

You okay?

It's not a real fire.

Oh, you expecting the paparazzi?
(laughs)

This is a fake fire.
Why can't we use a fake hose?

Hey, Buck, how we doing?

You don't wanna know.

(alarm ringing)

(ominous music)

(gagging)

Alan?

I think Alan's having a seizure.

-Whoa!
-Oh, sh--

(people screaming)

(intense music)

(people gasping and moaning)

MAN: Nothing to look at here.

CHIMNEY: All right,
let's get you up first.

Nice and easy. Easy. Easy.

(exhales heavily)

HEN: These things are unpredictable.

Epileptic seizures could be triggered

by strobing lights, even sounds.

ALAN: I'm just so embarrassed.

HEN: No need to be.

The event seems over.

Just to be safe, we're gonna
get you to the hospital, okay?

-Thanks.
-CHASE: Hey there.

Chase Mackey, tenth floor,
Mackey, Gaskin & Whitmore.

I want you to know I saw everything
and I have reason to believe this building

is not in compliance
with the Americans with Disabilities Act.

There are several legal options
you might wish to consider.

-HEN: Sir?
-CHASE: Hmm?

You might wanna wait
until they're in the ambulance

before you start chasing it.

Okay.

Well, it's a good thing

this wasn't an actual five-alarm fire.

Yeah, that is a good thing.

Probably doesn't help
that you're a man down.

You know, I will be sure
to mention that in my report.

Thanks.

No problem.

You've had it twice as long as me.

It's not even your game.

Denny, let Harry have a turn.

Why can't he play with his own stuff?

Cut it out.

Play nice, or I'll take the game away.

KAREN: We have one more round of tests,

and then we do the trigger shot
to induce ovulation.

36 hours later, we go in
for the egg retrieval.

Doctor's hoping to grab 15.

-15 eggs?
-(chuckling) Yeah.

Well, I thought you two wanted a baby,

not a baseball team.

(laughing) No.

No, we're expected to lose half
at every stage of the process,

so we start with 15 in the hopes

of getting 2 or 3 viable embryos.

Oh, okay. Mm-hmm.

Well, I've always been an overachiever,

so my money's on the baseball team.

(laughter)

-DENNY: Give it back!
-HARRY: It's my turn!

-DENNY: It's my game!
-HARRY: It's my house!

DENNY: You lost a turn! Give it to me!

Kids!

(slurps)

(laughs)

You need to teach us how to do that.

(laughter)

What if Denny doesn't like
having a sibling?

What's not to like?

Kids are better with siblings.

It makes them better people.

Wait a minute.
(scoffs)

Both Athena and I are only children,

and we turned out just fine.

Yes, you are both wonderful adults,

but I just--I don't know
who I'd be without my brothers.

You know, they made me kinder,
more understanding,

more willing to share.

(scoffs)
Yeah, well, our little one

is struggling with the concept
of "sharing is caring."

What if they're at each other's
throats all the time?

Oh, they will be.

Mm-hmm, May, she loved
having a baby brother,

right up till that part where he started

walking and talking
and getting into all her stuff.

(chuckles)

Oh, I'm not sure we considered that part.

Our family's not just growing;
it's changing.

It'll be an adjustment,

but you two will do just fine.

Denny'll love having a brother...

eventually.

(laughter)

CHIMNEY: Your brother is driving me crazy.

Yeah, you weren't there.

Okay, he was enjoying it.

I never seen a man make check marks

with such enthusiasm.

Give a guy a little power, he goes mad.

Mm, said the pot about the kettle.

Hey, Captain Chimney is safely behind us.

I'm a wiser kettle now.

Actually, you were the pot
in that scenario.

(plate shatters)

(ominous music)

Hey. Whoa!

-What's wrong?
-Nothing, I'm fine.

I--I just, um-- I'm so sorry.

No, no, no, no, just leave it.
I'll grab a broom.

It's okay. I got it.

Okay? I just-- I--I didn't realize, um--

Maddie, are you okay?

I didn't realize how--

that--I didn't realize that it's late,

and--and so I should...

-Maddie.
-I should go.

(door slams)

CHIMNEY: Really wasn't sure
what to say after that.

"Hey, Maddie, you know I'm nothing

"like your psycho ex-husband, right?

I'm not the kind of guy
you need to be afraid of."

Because she was.

I mean, it was just for a second, but...

she looked scared.

Not really sure what to do with that.

(yawns)

Oh, I'm sorry, is my crisis boring you?

Sorry, uh, didn't get
much sleep last night.

Christopher's been having nightmares

ever since the tsunami.

He and half the city.

Gotta be expected, though, right?

Ah, he's waking up screaming and crying.

I tried talking to him about it,
but he won't open up to me.

Says he's fine.

Yeah, lot of that going around.

Mm.

HEN: Careful, guys. Hall monitor's here.

BUCK: You guys paint?

Why does the place look smaller?

I think your head just got bigger.

(laughter)

So Fire Marshal Buck

decided to drop off his report in person.

Is that a sign of maturity?

Or is it just revenge for all
the times I've written you up?

Actually, uh, you passed.

I bumped up the numbers,
got fancy with the math.

-You don't know math.
-(chuckles)

Which will be my excuse

if anybody calls me out on it.

Uh, speaking of,

did any of you guys
get a call from that lawyer?

The ambulance chaser?

Yeah, he wants to talk to me
about the building violations.

Think somebody might be suing them.

Yeah, he was passing out cards like candy.

Hey, Diaz, I need a spot over here.

Got you.

Hey, good to see you, man.

Uh, who--who's that?

BOBBY: What?

Her name is Lena Bosko.

Her station was smack in
the middle of the impact zone.

Her crew was temporarily reassigned,

so I brought her over here.

-You replaced me?
-What? No.

Then what's that right there?

Buck, relax. I promise you your place
will still be here for you

-when you're ready.
-No, Cap, I'm ready now.

-Buck, listen to me--
-(fire alarm rings)

We will talk soon.

(dramatic music)

-(doors slam)
-(engine turns over)

(sirens wailing)

CHRISTOPHER (echoing): Dad!

-(ominous music)
-Christopher.

CHRISTOPHER: She was drowning.
She was drowning.

She was drowning. She was drowning.

She was drowning.

(gasping)

-She was drowning. She was drowning.
-Oh, it's okay, buddy.

I'm here.

Okay? It was just a dream.

It was just a dream.

You're safe.

Has he talked about the tsunami at all?

I'm still not sure what he saw that day.

We're getting there.

Christopher talked about
being at the pier with Buck,

how they played games.

That part isn't the reason

he's waking up every night screaming.

His subconscious is still
processing the trauma.

He's working his way through it.

I know it's hard.

You love your son. You wanna fix this.

But it'll take some time.

Just wish he'd talk to me about it.

Maybe he's trying
to communicate in other ways.

(tender piano music)

A drowning woman.

Yes, he does seem fixated on her.

A lot of people died in that tsunami.

I know Buck tried to shield
Chris from most of it, but...

I'm sure your friend
did the best he could.

They were separated a long time.

Who knows what else he saw

or who this drowning woman was?

LIM: He'll tell us when he's ready.

In fact, if the opportunity's right,

he might tell you first.

Is there anything I can do until then?

Just keep loving him.

911, are you there?

WOMAN: I--I'm--I'm here.

(ominous music)

Ma'am, are you all right?

I hear a--

(shakily) I think--
I think I might need--

Are you injured?

No, no, not--not really. I just--

MAN: Hey, who the hell
you on the phone with?

WOMAN: I'm sorry,
you've got the wrong number.

-(line clicks)
-(computer beeps)

(sighs)

(tense music)

(computer beeping)

(keyboard clacking)

(computer beeping)

MAN: Hello?

(tense pulsing music)

(angrily)
Hello, who is this?

Uh, good morning, sir.

I'm calling to inform you
that starting as low as 49.95 dollars,

-our cleaning service--
-We're not interested.

Take us off your list,
and don't call back.

-(line clicks)
-(computer beeps)

(keyboard clacks)

(dramatic music)

MADDIE: Multiple calls, multiple hang ups.

Now, according to the call logs,

no one ever said anything.

She never said anything until today,

and I think that she was
about to ask for help

but he came back.

Okay, we'll send someone out,
do a welfare check.

No, that'll make everything worse.

(sighs)
Look, I know that you think

this is triggering something...
personal for me,

and...maybe it is.

But it doesn't mean that I'm wrong.

I don't think you're wrong.

You identify with her.
You want to help her.

I get it.

But if she's not ready
to accept that help...

Yeah, there's nothing we can do.

Been doing this eight years.

I wish I knew the magic words

to make someone realize they can get out.

Still haven't found them.

Or maybe they just
don't work over the phone.

(sighs)
911. What's your emergency?

So we could agree
there was some negligence

during this fire drill.

(scoffs) Nah, I wouldn't
agree with that, no.

Your after-action report says the LAFD

exceeded the evacuation time
requirement by 12 minutes.

That's actually a pretty decent time

for clearing a 35-story building.

Look, all your questions seem
to be about the Department.

I thought your client
was suing the building.

Clients,

42 injured people
the LAFD failed to protect.

This is a class action against the city

on all of their behalves.

You're suing the city?

Mm-hmm.

And you think I'm gonna
help you with that?

I find disgruntled employees
often make the best witnesses.

Uh, I'm--I'm not disgruntled.

I looked into you.

I know about the accident,

how you've been fighting with the LAFD

to return to full duty
because of the blood thinners.

They're just trying
to protect the Department.

And who's protecting you?

Yeah, I can take care of myself.

Watch.

You know, the city that you're
trying to make look bad

is not some corporation.

Those city employees,

those firefighters
that you can't wait to smear

are heroes, so you wanna know
who's got my back?

They do.

See, they're more than
coworkers or friends.

They're my family.

There's nothing stronger than family.

(upbeat music)

CAMDEN: Don't touch me, scuzzbag.

JESSE: You're the scuzzbag, tool!

CAMDEN: Nobody likes you at school.

Ma, he's doing it again.

Camden, I told you

not to say things like that
about your brother.

-CAMDEN: I can't help it if it's true.
-JESSE: Mom!

Jesse, there's nothing I can do right now.

There's never anything you can do.

Ow, quit it!

-Mom!
-Camden.

CAMDEN: I'm not doing anything.
He's lying.

JESSE: I'm not lying. You're lying.

Don't make me have to stop this car.

CAMDEN: Mom, he was asking for it.

JESSE: No, I'm not.
You're just a big, fat jerk.

(horn honking)

-Stop!
-Two for flinching.

-Mom! Mom!
-Camden, I am not gonna warn you again!

-(horn honking)
-You understand what I'm saying?

-BOTH: Mom!
-Oh, my God!

-(horn blares)
-(tires squeal)

(boys laughing)

Why are you laughing?

It's not funny!

You shoulda seen your face.

JESSE: She was all like, "Ah!"

(laughter)

Oh, so now you're on the same side.

Fine.
(laughs)

Whoa!

CAMDEN (whispering): The road is gone.

(dramatic music swells)

Driver's name is Judith Spivey.

She and her two sons
are trapped inside the vehicle.

Mom's unconscious,
but the kids seem to be okay.

It looks like they tumbled a bit
before catching on the brush.

All right, we better get to work
before they lose any more ground.

Eddie, set up the winch.

Lena, I want you to get down
there and anchor that vehicle.

Take it slow. Too much weight and this
cliffside could come down.

We don't want that car
to go along with it.

(tense music)

Hey, Cap, I'm worried about the mom.

Maybe the crash just knocked her out,

but she's still not awake.

All right, harness up.

(intense music)

CHIMNEY: Guys, I'll be right with you.

I'm gonna check on your mother.

Cap, pulse is steady,
but she's out like a light.

We're gonna need the basket.

On it, Cap.

-(radio beeps)
-How are the kids doing?

Terrified.

LENA: Hey, I'm Lena.

What are your names?

I'm Camden.

He's Jesse.

No, no, no, no, no, no! It's shifting!

-Get clear!
-(line whipping)

(metal creaking)

-(boys scream)
-(glass shatters)

Lena, Chim, what's your status?

-LENA: All good, Cap.
-CHIMNEY: All good, Cap.

But the damn car dropped another 20 feet.

BOBBY: Ground's too soft.
It's not gonna hold.

Hop in the cat.

Be prepared to bug out of here
if this thing goes south.

Yes, sir.

We need to clear that ambulance
and all nonessential equipment,

pull back as much weight as
we can from this cliffside now.

(dramatic music)

You guys okay?

-All right.
-(horn honks)

That's our signal to move.

-Camden, we're gonna--
-Take Jesse first.

I'm not leaving Mom.

I'm not leaving you.

Jesse, listen to me.

You need to go with her.

I'll be right behind you.

It's gonna be okay.

Go now.

Come on, Jesse. Grab onto me.

Passenger secure. Green light.

Copy. Bring him up.

(intense music)

CHIMNEY: Cap, we gotta get the mom up.

Is she dead?

No, Camden, she's not dead.

Good. Jesse's only nine.

He's too little to not have a mom.

(tender piano music)

(sighs)

All right, how 'bout we make a deal?

You do exactly what I tell you,
I get you both out of here,

and no one loses their mom today.

Hey, let me take a look at you.

(radio beeps)

Lena is coming down with the basket.

All right, Bosko,

hold the basket steady
while I get Mom in it.

Here we go.

One, two, three!

(suspenseful music)

All right, Lena, she's all yours.

Cam, stay with me.
Your mom's gonna be good.

Come on, kid, you're riding with me.

-Okay?
-Yeah.

BOBBY: Okay, get her loaded up.

(rocks clatter)

Cap, we're running out of time.

Get ready to cut her loose.

-Chim, you gotta move.
-CHIMNEY: Get us out of here, Cap.

Green, green, green!

Now.

-(metal clanging)
-(glass shattering)

Safe and sound.

Cutting it kinda close there.

I wanted to make an entrance.

(hopeful music)

JESSE: Cam!

(gasps)

LAFD, ma'am. You were in an accident.

-(moans)
-We're gonna take you

to the hospital now
to be checked out, okay?

(weakly) But my-- I've got--I've got kids.

They're taking care of each other.

I looked for priors

on that name you gave me,
Vincent Dagastino.

Couple D&Ds, drunk and
disorderly, a few years back.

Uh, one speeding violation
about five years ago.

So no arrests for...

battery, assault, anything violent?

ATHENA: Nothing that made it
into his record.

I mean, if you're not sure, I could, um--

I could do a little more digging,

call some friends.

MADDIE: No, that's okay.

I'm not really sure about anything.

I feel like maybe
I'm chasing shadows here.

(dramatic music)

Um, but thanks for your help.

Anytime.

Um, yeah, I really appreciate it.

(death metal blaring from radio)

-Bye.
-Bye.

(death metal continues)

(sighs)

(tense music)

MAN: I'm back. What's for dinner?

(timer beeps)

Mmm, mmm, do I smell candied yams?

I still can't believe that you invited him

without talking to me first.

Oh, I just wanted him to know
that no matter what,

he's still family.

Thought dinner would give
you two time to work things out.

Athena, I didn't tell him.

I thought you said
he came by the firehouse.

He did, but then we had
to go out on a call.

(doorbell rings)

-I'll get the door.
-Hmm.

I'll get the wine.

(chuckles)

So I told that lawyer off big-time.

You know, I said, "You're not gonna get me

to sign any affidavit that
blames the 118 for anything."

Appreciate that.

BUCK: No, please, the nerve of that guy

to think I would turn
on my friends? Uh-uh.

(chuckles)

Whew, I missed your cooking, Cap.

Well, I miss your eating.

Never had to worry about leftovers.

-Collard greens?
-Oh, no, not for me.

Uh, I can't eat those,

not while I'm on the blood thinners.

Too much vitamin K.

Oh, it sounds like

you're taking your health very seriously.

I figure the better I manage this,

the sooner I can go back to work.

That's very mature of you, Buck.

Thank you.
(chuckles)

Hey, that--that lawyer,
uh, he did get me thinking.

There's strength in numbers, right?

Maybe I could get everyone
to sign a statement of support

or something, show the higher-ups

that--that you guys
don't think I'm liability.

-Buck--
-They'd have to listen, right?

-I want you to listen to me.
-BUCK: If you told them

that I was ready,
I mean, these--these dumbasses,

they would--they would
have no right to keep me--

I'm the dumbass.

(soft tense music)

Uh, what?

You're not ready.

That's what I told them when they asked.

Would anybody like any corn bread?

-BOBBY: Thank you.
-You're the reason they won't let me back?

The medication is the reason.

Bobby is just worried
about you, Buck, that's all.

We all are.

I thought you were on my side.

I thought you were my friend.

I am your friend.

I am also the captain
of almost 20 other firefighters

whose lives and safety
depend on decisions I make,

and I can't put them at risk.

If you're not operating at 100%--

-I am at 100%!
-(pounding table)

I--

May--maybe even more, you know?

I--I--I've never f-- felt so good.

Buck, I know that you went
through a lot in that tsunami

and maybe you feel like
you can survive anything.

Anything.

Like a knife in my back.

Um, Athena, I just wanna say
thank you for inviting me.

Buck.

-I'm sorry. I--I--I--I gotta go.
-You don't have to leave.

-Okay, Buck, hold on.
-ATHENA: Buck, you don't have to leave.

BOBBY: Buck.

(somber music)

(door clicks open)

(door slams)

(dramatic musical sting)

(insects chirping)

TARA: (speaking fearfully)

You have to listen to me.

He's just a friend.

-(glass shatters)
-VINCENT: (yelling indistinctly)

-Tell me the truth!
-(glass shatters)

Damn it! Don't make me
do something you'll regret.

TARA: That is it, Vincent! That's it!

VINCENT: You really think
I'm gonna believe that?

-TARA: Yes, Vincent!
-VINCENT: Get over here!

TARA: No, no, Vincent, stop, stop!

Vincent, where are you going?

VINCENT: I just told you!

I'm getting something out of the car.

(engine turns over)

(tires squealing)

Watch where you're going, moron!

(crying)

(dramatic music swells)

CHASE: If you go down
this road, I need you to know

suing the city is not a small matter.

Look, all I want is my job back.

But if you don't win,

not only will you never work
as a firefighter in Los Angeles again.

I doubt any department
in the country will hire you.

They'll see me as a...

a squeaky wheel.

Or worse.

You see, once a potential employer

perceives you as litigious liability,

it is impossible to unring that bell.

But if I win...

then I'm back with the 118,
a--a firefighter.

You should also be aware,
during this process,

it's best to have no contact
with anyone from

or tangentially connected
to your station house.

That means no texts, no calls,

nothing that could compromise our case.

I'm not sure we have much

to say to each other right now anyway.

I'm alone in this fight.

LENA: "Keep loving him."

Did he write that on a prescription pad?

Sound like you're a fan.

Hands up.

(groans)

The headshrinkers have their place.

It's a very touchy-feely place,

but that works for some people.

Oh, not you?

I went to one once...

When I was a kid after my dad died.

This lady had hand puppets.

(chuckles)
Did that help?

I made her cry,

and then I told my mom
I didn't wanna go back.

Oh, great, I feel encouraged.

Look, everyone deals
with trauma differently.

I don't know your kid,
but I know what worked for me.

It was when my mom
told me how she was feeling,

that she was sad and that it was okay.

However we felt, we were in it together,

no matter what.

-Sounds like good advice.
-She's a good mom.

(Jimmy Buffett's "Margaritaville" playing)

-CYNN: You bitch.
-MOIRA: Who are you calling bitch, bitch?

CYNN: Who do you think, bitch?

You said that we were gonna
sell all of Mom's stuff

and we were gonna split the profits 50-50.

I'm sorry, it's not as easy
for me as it is for you.

I told you, you can't
be overly sentimental.

It's just things.

I know. I'm trying.

-You're trying?
-Yeah.

What about the lamp?

I was the one who gave that to her.

You know what?
If you wanna walk around and just pick up

all the cheap crap you bought
her, well, go right ahead.

Oh, that filled with vodka

got Mom through her book club meetings.

-She loved that cup.
-I'm sure she did.

What the hell are you doing
over there anyway?

Are you gonna help me with this or not?

I'm making margaritas.

You didn't think I was gonna get through

this little reunion of ours
sober, did you?

You know what?
I bought her this blender too.

Oh, my God, why is everything
a competition with you?

-(blender whirring)
-What?

-I said--
-(blender whirring)

I'm sorry, what?

Okay, are you gonna--

(blender whirring)

Are you gonna offer me some of that?

I guess.

But try not to get too hammered.

I don't need you puking
all over Mom's house.

I was 14 years old.

Why do you always bring that up?

Because somehow I was
the one who got grounded.

Mmm, yum.

You know what?
Actually, I could use a blender.

Haven't you gotten enough?

-You're still pissed about the ring?
-Of course I'm upset.

The favorite daughter
gets the family heirloom,

the one--
(sighs)

That should have been mine,

but she left it to you, so...

no, you can't have the blender.

Hold on. Why should you
have gotten the ring?

She bought you a condo.

That was a loan, and I
paid her back with interest.

-Of course you did.
-Yes.

'Cause you're Little Miss Perfect

and I'm the screwup. You know what?

This was Mom's apology,
and I'm accepting it.

Just promise me that you won't

let anything happen to it, okay?

That you'll keep it in the family.

(sighs)

For safekeeping.

Okay?

(breathes deeply)

Hey.

-To Mom.
-BUFFETT: ♪ I blew out my flip-flop ♪

-♪ Stepped on a pop-top ♪
-(Cynn snoring)

♪ Cut my heel,
had to cruise on back home ♪

♪ But there's booze in the blender ♪

♪ And soon it will render ♪

♪ That frozen concoction
that helps me hang on ♪

♪ Wastin' away again in Margarita-- ♪

The thief is out here.

Thief? I'm sorry.

Uh, dispatch said it was
a medical emergency.

CYNN: It's both.

(dramatic musical sting)

Why is this happening?

Divine retribution, Moira.

HEN: Hmm, or more likely,
it's an allergic reaction.

BOBBY: All right, ma'am, is there anything

in the house that you're sensitive to,

medications, foods?

She used to break out in hives
when she was stressed.

I'm not stressed?

Our mom just died,
so I'm--I'm a little stressed.

Stress wouldn't do this.

Which one of you played bartender?

I did, why?

Phytophotodermatitis,

it's a fancy name for margarita burns.

Citrus, under certain temperature

and UV light conditions,
can trigger a chemical reaction.

Ma'am, this ring finger, can you feel it?

No.

HEN: An Epi should
bring down the swelling,

but we're gonna have to cut this ring off.

No! Uh-uh! No! You cannot cut that ring.

That is my ring, and I do not give you
authorization to cut it.

Your sister's finger is turning blue.

That's the step before black,
when it's dead.

Her whole finger could fall off.

That sounds horrible.

Can't you just cut the finger
off now before that happens?

BOBBY: Ma'am, I understand
it's a sentimental object,

so we'll save you the pieces.

I'm gonna give you the shot.

-(Moira gasps)
-BOBBY: Okay, hold still.

(saw whirring)

Wait!

I sold it.

The buyer's already paid me...

a lot.

MOIRA: I knew it.

You are, without a doubt,
the worst person...

-Hey, hey, hey.
-I have ever known!

Come on, aren't you sisters

mourning your deceased mother?

Aren't you supposed to be
teaching each other empathy

instead of setting each other off?

(tense music)

Only child, right?

Obviously.

BOBBY: Okay, just hold still.

(saw whirring)

(Moira gasps)

BOBBY: Okay, Hen.

-(Moira whimpers)
-(ring snaps)

All right.

(ponderous music)

Remember... sharing is caring.

JETT: ♪ I hate myself for loving you ♪

♪ Can't break free
from the things that you do ♪

♪ I wanna walk, but I... ♪

MADDIE: Excuse me.

Do you know how this works?

(laughs)

Yeah, it's, uh, not very intuitive,

but once you know all the routines,

it's really easy.

-I could show you.
-Oh, no, I wouldn't want to put you out.

Oh, it's no trouble. I'm a trainer.

Of course you are. I'm sorry. I'm new. I--

I'm Tara.

Maddie.

Um, do you, by any chance,

have any openings in your schedule?

Actually, I'm free right now.

So is the first session.

Oh, okay, well, why not?

Let's get you started on... the treadmill,

get you warmed up.

Awesome.

Okay, I'm already sore.

(both laugh)

Well, that's scientifically impossible,

but if you get that
recovery drink I recommended,

-it should help.
-I will.

Thanks.

So we're on again for next Thursday night?

Are you sure 9:00 isn't too late?

I do shift work,
so I'm used to the crazy hours.

-(cell phone buzzing)
-MADDIE: Ah.

So what do you do?

-I'm a nurse.
-(horn honking frantically)

Look like my ride's here.

(ominous music)

Maddie, this is my husband, Vincent.

Nice to meet you.

You too, Vincent.

Maddie's a--a new client of mine.

We're gonna get stronger
together, right, Maddie?

Yeah.

TARA: See you next Thursday.

(car door slams)

(elevator dings)

(curious music)

Wow, this is a surprise.

What are you doing here?

Hey.

Thought I'd try and catch you
before you started your shift.

I wanted to talk to you
about the other day,

the plate or what happened
after the plate.

Oh, that was nothing. You just--

You startled me, that's all.

Uh...

it wasn't nothing, Maddie.

Not exactly sure what to call it. Uh...

Okay, I swear it had nothing
to do with you.

I know.

Well, at first, I didn't,
but we had this call today...

uh, yesterday, I guess.

This car fell off the cliff.

Oh, yeah, I heard about that,

the mom and her two kids, right?

Yeah.

Well, the older kid,
he was probably 12 or 13.

I could see him trying to be strong

for his brother and his mother,

and it just took me back
to when I was a kid

trying to be strong for my mother

while some doctor explains cancer to us,

and it just triggered
all these emotions in me.

You never told me about that.

Well, I had never really thought
about that day in years,

but all of a sudden, there it was.

You know, I didn't plan it,
couldn't control it.

It just happened.

There's gotta be a word for that.

I'm sure the Germans have something.

It's probably 17 syllables long
and completely unpronounceable,

but whatever it is, it's a part of us,

who we are, and...

I just never want you to ever feel

like you have to hide that from me.

Okay.

(tender music)

No more hiding.

Okay.

I'm gonna call you later.

Can't wait.

(gentle music)

(timer beeping)

(whispering)
Hey.

Hey, you awake?

It's time for the shot.

Oh.

You could flirt with a girl a little

before you knock her up.

(chuckles softly)

It's also a beneficial activity

when trying to induce pregnancy.

(chuckles)

Are we still doing this?

This is not just about what I want.

It's about what we want.

When I was a little girl, I was lonely.

Not all the time, but after my dad left

and my mom was working two jobs,

I felt very alone in the world.

I don't want Denny to feel that way.

He may not like the idea
of a sibling right now,

but there'll also be wonderful
times filled with love.

Hell, they can commiserate
about their crazy mothers.

(laughter)

They'll never be bored.

No.
(chuckles)

I'm ready if you are.

Ah!

Bah!

Tuck these feetsies in.

Okay.

Let me see those pearly whites.

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, very pearly.

Good job.

Hey, buddy, you know if there's
anything bothering you,

you can talk to me. You know that, right?

I know, Daddy.

(tender music)

Love you. Good night.

(sighs)

(sentimental music)

(papers rustling)

Christopher?

Is this Mom?

Hey.

Is that who you've been dreaming about?

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't wanna make you sad.

Oh, my.

Hey, hey.

There's nothing wrong with being sad.

I loved your mom and I miss her,

probably always will.

But...

we still got each other,

which means we're gonna be okay.

-Okay.
-Okay.

(patting back)

I love you, Daddy.

(doorbell rings)

Buck, is everything all right?

I'm sorry to come by so late.

-ATHENA: Who is it?
-It's Buck.

BUCK: Just wanted to apologize

to the both of you
for walking out on dinner.

Oh, things just got a little heated.

No need to apologize.

Why don't you come on in?

-BOBBY: Yeah.
-Sorry, I can't do that.

Uh, this will be the last time
we can talk for a while.

Buck, what is going on?

(dramatic music)

I thought you should hear it from me.

I figured I should be
the one to deliver this.

I'm suing the city,

the Department,

and you...

for wrongful termination.

Come again?

I told you I wouldn't stop fighting

until I got my job back, and I won't...

Even if it means fighting you.