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CHRISSIE: ♪ I like the way you
cross the street 'cause you're ♪

-(grunts)
-CHRISSIE: ♪ Precious ♪

A rage room? Denise, this is silly.

Come on, it'll be fun.

We get to smash a bunch of junk.

-I don't know.
-Oh, Emily.

We are doing this.

When is the last time you allowed yourself

to feel angry?

I mean, really angry. Never.

Even after Eric asked you for the divorce.

Just think of his face

every time you smash something to pieces.

Okay, I'm in.

(bell rings)

(glass shattering)

-Hmm.
-Shall we?

(bell ringing)

(grunts)

Whoo! You're up!

I don't think this is working.

Come on! You gotta reach down deep

and find your rage!

(laughs)

-Okay.
-Remember when you made

that big anniversary dinner
and Eric didn't even show up?

Didn't that piss you off?

Yes, I spent $400 on a sous vide

and boiled meat in a plastic bag.

-Yeah, you did.
-Oh. Okay.

That a girl!

What about the time when he took
that boys' trip up in Big Bear

and he left you home alone
with a sick two-year-old?

I was covered in puke and poop

and he was at a ski lodge

sipping bourbon and smoking cigars!

And what about that thing he does

where he barks like a seal
when he's having sex?

I mean, what is that about?

I never told you about that.

Sure, you did. Ahh--

I mean, you must have.
You tell me everything.

Oh, my God.

I knew there was someone else.

And it was you!

No, no, it's-- it's not.

-(screams)
-I mean, not recently.

You're supposed to be my best friend!

-(screams)
-(grunting)

(screaming)

I'm sorry, I can't hear you.
What is that noise?

DENISE: My friend!
I've unleashed a monster.

-She's gonna kill me.
-Ma'am, can you tell me

-where you're calling from?
-Happy's Rage Room, downtown!

HEN: Apart from a blowout bar,

this is the dumbest thing
people in L.A. pay money for.

I think it's genius.

Your victim's in there.

Where?

There. Your victim climbed into the barrel

after her BFF started chasing her

-with a sledgehammer.
-I thought the point

was to smash things, not each other.

Wife. Mistress.

Adulterous slut!

Does the adulterous slut have a name?

Denise. She can't hear you
very well in there.

Ears ringing.

BOBBY: Denise, are you hurt?

-DENISE: What?
-EDDIE: Ah, looks like

she's sledgehammered in there
pretty good, Cap.

Lena, Eddie, saws and jaws.

LENA: On it, Cap.

Denise, we're gonna cut you out of there.

DENISE: What?

(saw whirring)

(dramatic music)

♪ ♪

(metal groaning)

ATHENA: You have the right
to remain silent.

DENISE: Wait, excuse me.
Please, don't arrest her.

This is all my fault.

You wanna be a better friend?
Bail her out.

I'd rather rot in jail

than have her do another thing for me.

I should've never trusted you!

Consider this the end of our friendship!

I hate you! Next time...

So much anger in the world these days.

I can see why this place is all the rage.

See what I did there?

(scoffs)
Oh, I seen it.

(laughter)

-(phone buttons beep)
-(siren whirs)

I'm really sorry about this.

I thought I was gonna have the day off.

Oh, it's fine.

Pretty sure I'm gonna have
an easier day than you are.

(chuckles)
A root canal would be more fun.

-(chuckles)
-(phone chimes)

(gasps)

Six--

six embryos made it.

They're sending them
for testing, and then--

HEN: We can schedule the transfer.

(both laugh)

I guess we have to start deciding

exactly how many little pairs of feet

we want stomping around this house.

(both laugh)

Mom, have you seen my phone charger?

ATHENA: Why am I the lost and found?

In the kitchen. Next to the coffee maker.

And, Harry, let's go!

What time are you and Bobby leaving?

We're not.

What? I thought you guys were going

-to that B&B up the coast.
-Canceled,

on account of a lawsuit.

Buck's suing the city to get his job back.

Bobby has to go in for
an arbitration hearing today.

Wow. Last time I saw Buck,

he was coughing up blood on the patio.

Oh, yeah. He's a sweet kid,

but I need to stop inviting him over.

Chaos inevitably ensues.

That sounds like a great idea.

None of this would've happened
if you hadn't invited him over for dinner.

Excuse you.

And that would be my cue.

Hey, Harry! Come on, let's go, man!

You know your grandmother's
expecting us for lunch.

And if we're late,
I am definitely blaming you.

It won't matter.
It's genetically impossible

for GG to get mad at me.

(laughs)

-MAY: Bye, Bobby.
-See you. Have fun.

ATHENA: You two be good.

Don't give your dad too much trouble.

-Give GG a kiss hello for me.
-I will.

ATHENA: Have fun!

♪ ♪

So... what is that about
this Buck thing being my fault?

I think I'll exercise
my right to remain silent.

I love you.

(laughs)

ARBITRATOR:This is not a trial,

and I am not a judge.

This arbitration will address
Mr. Buckley's claim

against the Los Angeles Fire Department

for wrongful termination.

Buck wasn't terminated.
He still has his job.

CHASE: It's our position
that Firefighter Buckley,

while not technically fired,

has been constructively terminated

from all components of firefighting duty.

A de facto firing.

Which is a direct result of a pattern

of discriminatory and unequal treatment

-on the part of Captain Nash.
-Unequal treatment?

I don't treat Buck any differently

than I do any other firefighter
under my watch.

-Really?
-Really.

See, I was hit from behind
with a construction truck

and the rebar entered
the back of my skull,

went right through my brain,
and exited my forehead.

-See that little scar?
-Yeah.

It's all I ended up with.

That's miraculous.

And how long did it take
before you returned to work?

Uh...

several weeks.

No, you know what?
It was more closer to a month.

I'm a quick healer, evidently.

CHASE: Evidently.

And your more recent medical trauma--

after you were stabbed repeatedly

by your girlfriend's ex-husband--

how long before you were back
with the 118?

That was also about a month.

CHASE: Hmm. So it's fair to say

Captain Nash has followed a pattern

of allowing firefighters
with serious injuries back

after less than a month.

No, I don't think it is fair to say.

Every patient is different.
Every injury is different.

The blood thinners
that Buck has to take right now

makes it very dangerous
for him to be in the field.

Tell me...

do you recognize this brochure?

Yes.

Can you tell us what it is?

HEN: It's a commercial brochure
for anticoagulant

blood thinner medication.

Medications that you yourself sold

in your former career
as a pharmaceutical rep.

-Is that right?
-Yes.

CHASE: And in your sales pitch
to your doctor clients,

was it your contention
that these medications

would allow patients
to resume their normal lives?

I was a sales rep, not a doctor.

But you were a field medic.

Doesn't qualify me to comment
on Buck's medical status.

Does make me understand
the chain of command.

And if Cap says he's not ready,
he's not ready.

CHASE: Were you ready, Firefighter Diaz,

to return to work after your wife's death?

That's my business.

CHASE: It's also your captain's business.

He never suggested you take some time?

-See a counselor?
-He wasn't there at the time.

Because he'd been suspended.

Captain Nash's suspension was adjudicated.

I don't see how it is relevant

-to this proceeding.
-CHASE: It's relevant

because it illustrates
how everyone except Mr. Buckley

is allowed to return to the job,

no matter the injury or infraction.

Buck has a chronic medical condition.

CHASE: And what about your own
chronic medical condition,

Captain Nash?

I believe the National Institute of Health

classifies alcoholism
as a chronic brain disease.

I'm clean and sober.

CHASE: You are now, and you were before.

But isn't it true that just about

a year and a half ago,
you did have a relapse?

I did.

After the Liberty jet crash, I drank.

I was not on duty.

But it was you and Mr. Buckley

who found Bobby
passed out in his apartment.

Yes.

That happened.

I did not know about that.

That was before I got here.

You asked my client for his help that day,

and that's exactly what he did,
without hesitation.

He helped you get sobered up,

and then you returned to your full duties

as captain of the 118.

-Yes, that's all true.
-So isn't the only difference

between your off-duty relapse
and Mr. Buckley's

is that he actually
did everything in his power

to help you return to your job?

CHASE: Well, I thought that went great.

I'll let you know when I hear.
Okay? You did good.

♪ ♪

Come on, right here.

This is perfect. Stop right here.

Okay, we're here at
the McDouglas duck farm

where countless innocent duck lives

are being snuffed out on a daily basis.

If the law won't shut 'em down, we will.

If you want to support our mission,

please, go to our website.

Get mad!

TOBY: We're right here.
We're here for you guys.

We're coming.

-(ducks quacking)
-(indistinct chatter)

We're here in the slaughterhouse

where these defenseless ducks
will get clamped to these hooks

and conveyed to their deaths.

Mechanized murder!

Not on our watch.

(metallic clanging)

CLAIRE: All right, here you go.
Take the sign.

The hell are you people doing here?

Exercising our First Amendment
right to protest.

Like hell.

You're trespassing!

We're making sure no more
innocent ducks die today.

Oh, don't do that!

-Don't do that!
-Rage against the cage.

ALL: Rage against the cage!
Rage against the cage!

-Rage against the cage!
-Hey, hey, hey!

ALL: Rage against the cage!

Oh, no, no, no!
Now, that's just vandalism.

ALL: Rage against the cage!

(alarm blares)

-CLAIRE: Oh, my God!
-Oh, crap.

CLAIRE: Oh, my God!
Turn it off! Turn it off!

-Turn it off!
-(screaming)

-(shouting)
-CLAIRE: Turn it off!

-Turn it off!
-It's okay.

-Turn it off!
-Turn it off!

(choking)

The damn fools
locked themselves to the belt

and the motor got kicked on.

Now it seems to be stuck.

BOBBY: Can you cut the power?

RICK: I do that, I got 1,400
duck carcasses starting to rot.

Toby, where is the key to your lock?

-I can't find it.
-I swallowed it.

You swallowed it?

We didn't say anything
about swallowing the keys!

Oh, you withheld information
from your team.

How's that working out for you?

-Lena, bolt cutters!
-Sir, try not to struggle.

Coming in hot!

(grunts, coughing)

I got some bruising, possible
swelling of the trachea.

We're gonna get you to the hospital.

They'll check you out there.

I'm fine. I don't need
to go to the hospital.

He needs to go to jail.

(machinery winds down)

Hey, did you just shut that off?

So?

So you could've done that the whole time,

and you just let it run?

Ah, man, they were trespassing.

They're just idiot kids!
They could've died!

Bobby!

(coughing)

CLAIRE: Toby? Toby!

It's gotta be that key.
Keep coughing, buddy.

-CLAIRE: What's happening?
-Starting the Heimlich!

-He's not breathing.
-BOBBY: All right, get him

on a backboard, now! Let's go!

CLAIRE: Toby!

-Legs.
-CLAIRE: What's going on?

Are you okay?

-HEN: I got a pulse.
-CHIMNEY: Let's ventilate.

(dramatic music)

♪ ♪

(splutters)

Key must've torn his trachea.

We gotta try to get it out.

CHIMNEY: Lena, my bag. Magill forceps.

Oh, God. Please don't let him
die on my property.

♪ ♪

HEN: He's still not breathing.

Two more rescue breaths.

♪ ♪

Chest is rising.

He's breathing.

(sighs)

You still wanna press charges?

-I think we're good.
-CHIMNEY: All right,

let's get him on a gurney, on three.

NICK:♪ I'm a sucker for you ♪

♪ ♪

You know, I thought that we agreed

to be technology free on this trip.

We just passed L.A. city limit.

-Oh, God.
-(laughs)

Well, at least check on your brother

to make sure he's still breathing.

I think he's in a food coma
from GG's cooking.

Ohh, that's the only way to go.

(both laugh)

Ooh!

Mm, call your mother
and tell her we'll be home

-in about half an hour.
-Okay.

(siren chirps, horn blares)

-Or not.
-(siren wailing)

(dramatic music)

♪ ♪

Come on!

♪ ♪

(indistinctpolice radio chatter)

♪ ♪

Hey.

License and registration.

It's in the glove box.
You mind if I reach for it?

All right.

(glove box clicks open)

All right. Here you go.

This your car?

It's on the paperwork.

Step out of the car, sir.

What? Why?

Ah, it's fine, baby.

Sit tight.

♪ ♪

Where you coming from?

Visiting my mother.

Do you mind if I ask
why you pulled me over?

Expired tags.

Wait here while I run your information.

Oh, wait a minute. Wait. I, I actually

-have the tags in my car--
-Don't move.

Turn around, put your hands on the hood,

and wait here while I run your plates.

Excuse me? Hold on for a second.

-I said don't move!
-Oh! Okay, okay, okay!

-Hands on the hood!
-(phone beeps)

REYNOLDS: Our friend here
is having trouble

listening to directions.

-Please, miss.
-What are you doing to my dad?

-Get back in the vehicle.
-May, get back in the car!

-Do what he says.
-No, they can't just

-treat us like this.
-REYNOLDS: Take her phone.

-No, stop. Stop.
-Back seat!

-No!
-Dad!

-Hands in the air!
-No, no, stop, stop, stop!

-No!
-Hands in the--

-Get off me!
-(all shouting)

-Back in the car, now!
-Do not move!

Don't shoot my son!
Don't you shoot my son!

Look, my wife is a sergeant.

Her name is Athena Grant. LAPD.

Please.

♪ ♪

(somber music)

♪ ♪

It's just a kid.

-MICHAEL: Come here.
-Oh, God.

Come here, come here, come here.

Okay. It's okay. Harry, sit tight, man.

REYNOLDS: It's all good. You got this.

-Yeah.
-Come on.

You folks have a nice night, then.

♪ ♪

Come on.

Come here, man. Ahh.

Ahh, okay. We're good.

We're good. Go get in the car.

Let's go. Let's go, yeah? We're good.

♪ ♪

-(engine turns over)
-(siren chirps)

♪ ♪

Shoot first, and then ask questions later.

That's how they're trained.

But they didn't
fire their weapons, thank God.

All right? It was just
a bad stop. They happen.

They pulled their guns, Athena.

It wasn't just a bad stop.

We will file a complaint.
There will be an investigation.

And what do you think the
determination will be of that?

Let me save you the paperwork.

We'd be lucky for a slap on the wrist.

Is Dad gonna get arrested?

What?

No, man. Come here.

Hey, listen, my man.

Daddy's not going anywhere. It's okay.

No, it's not okay.

They could've killed Harry,
and they could've killed you.

May. Please, now.

What? It's the truth.

Why did they do that to us?

Because they were afraid, honey.
And they overreacted.

They were afraid because they saw me

as a big, scary black man.

ATHENA: Well, arguing with the police

probably wasn't the best choice.

Wait a minute.
Are you blaming me for this?

ATHENA: No.

Well, you're giving them
the benefit of the doubt.

-Because I am them!
-MICHAEL: Right.

All right, I know what it's like.

You're walking up to a car, all right?

You're out in the open, exposed.

You don't know what's waiting for you

when you walk up to that window.

It's a father and his two kids.

So you don't think
that maybe that was the moment

that they should've stood down?

Yes! All right?

And the idea of what
could've happened terrifies me.

So it's not as simple as pick a side.

How can you be a cop when they
treat black people like this?

It is not all cops, May.

The good outnumber the bad.

Not when the good
choose to look the other way

when the bad do stuff like this.

No one is looking the other way.

MICHAEL: Really?

Because those cops will go home tonight

and they'll probably sleep easy.

Business as usual for them.

But our son and daughter
are sitting here, traumatized.

You know what?

They're not gonna forget
what they did to us, okay?

I have it all on my cell phone.
I'm posting the video.

You will not.

We do not need that kind of attention.

This family doesn't.

You and Harry's face online,

just forever associated
with that incident.

I do not want that for you.

You're right, you're right, you're right.

Your mother-- your mother's right.

Besides, nobody got shot, right?

Probably wouldn't get
that much of a reaction anyway.

Michael, the police are not the enemy.

All right? It's not us versus them.

I do not wanna teach our kids that.

Then tell your colleagues that.

Because that's how I felt

when they pulled a gun out on our son!

(sighs)

Okay, bud.

Let's go.

All right, strong legs. There we go.

Are you sure about this?

I can have Carla
pick you up after the party.

No, Dad. I, I wanna go.

Hey, guys! You made it!

Dylan is so excited!

Maybe now he'll stop talking about it.

Wait, who am I kidding? No, he won't.

-(laughs)
-You got my emails, right?

I did. Very detailed.

Okay.

All right. Be good. Have fun.

Call me if you need anything, okay?

Okay, Dad. I love you.

I love you too, kid.

Mwah.

All right. Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

(laughing)

-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.

He's going to be okay, Eddie.

EDDIE: I know. He hasn't had
a nightmare in a week.

Doctor says a sleepover
will be great for him.

Not sure how good it's gonna be for me.

Listen, don't worry.

Dylan's got this whole camping situation

set up in the backyard,

and Ron'll be in the tent next to them.

Okay, we'll call you
if there's any problem.

Now, go relax. Recharge.

I will return him to you
in one piece tomorrow.

-Thanks, Tasha.
-Mm-hmm.

Hey, that's a handicapped spot.

-I know.
-Oh, you know.

(laughs) Oh, that's rich.

I had knee surgery
and had to park three rows in,

but, uh, look at you.

Must be nice to own the world.

Look, I'm not doing this with you, man.

My kid has CP, and I just dropped him off.

Yeah, I'm sure. Like those guys

that put dummies in their passenger seat

so they can use the carpool lane.

-Did you just insult my kid?
-I ain't insulting anybody.

I'm calling you out.

You got something to say about that?

(siren wails)

(gate buzzing)

EDDIE: Thanks for coming to bail me out.

LENA: I was surprised to get your call.

I didn't realize we reached

the bail-each-other-out-of-jail
phase of our friendship.

EDDIE: Well, there's no way
I was gonna call my abuela

or the 118, and I'm not allowed
to talk to Buck.

Look, I don't mind the bailing,

but I'm a little concerned
about the jailing part.

I guess I just snapped.

-You punched a handicapped guy.
-He wasn't handicapped.

He had a bad-- he had a bad knee.

There's a difference.

Won't happen again.

-Lesson learned.
-Hope so.

I also hope this guy
doesn't have a lawyer.

♪ ♪

(knocking)

CHASE: Yeah, I got a client meeting.

I'll call you back.

Boy, you got here fast.

Hope you didn't break any laws
on the way here.

Though I do know someone.

You, uh, you said you had big news?

The biggest.

-Uh, what, what is this?
-That is the city's offer.

They wanna settle.

Now, it's only a jumping-off point.

We can counter.

Th-this is all they're offering?

(laughs)
Did I, uh, did I forget a zero?

No, I got it right.

You do understand they're offering you

-millions of dollars.
-I don't want millions.

I, I want my job back.

That was the whole point in us doing this.

But you'd be a millionaire.
Congratulations.

You never have to have a job again.

Yeah, I didn't do this for money.

I did this so that I could
go back to doing what I love.

To be back with my team.

(chuckles)

Uh, you really think they're
gonna welcome you back, kid?

I mean, not to toot my own horn,

but I raked your friends
over the coals pretty hard.

Wait, I told you that stuff
not so that you would use it.

It was just information.

What happened to
attorney-client privilege?

Okay, that doesn't work
how you think it does.

But I did exactly what you asked me to do.

We won. Maybe not how you wanted, but--

Well, this doesn't feel like winning.

But it's probably as close
as you're ever gonna get.

So what do you wanna do?

♪ ♪

MAY: What are you doingto my dad?

MARTIN: Miss, get backin the vehicle.

MICHAEL:May, get back in the car.

Okay, do what he says.

MAY: No, they can't
just treat us like this.

-REYNOLDS: Take her phone.
-MAY: No.

(sighs)

-MARTIN: Back seat.
-MAY: No, no, stop!

MARTIN:Hands in the air!

(shouting, struggling efforts)

-Stop! Stop!
-Get back in the car!

MARTIN:Get back in the car!

MICHAEL: Don't shoot my son!

Don't you shoot my son!

Look, my wife is a sergeant.
Her name is Athena Grant.

You sure you wanna watch that?

I needed to see it for myself.

I'm gonna recommend suspension without pay

while the department conducts
their investigation.

I'm gonna push
for disciplinary action, but...

Most likely, there'll be no real
consequences for their actions?

None that will feel satisfying.

Reynolds has a long list of complaints.

Excessive force,
unlawful search and seizure,

violation of civil liberties.

Yeah, the problem is,
he always stops just short

of doing something truly awful,
so none of it sticks.

Well, maybe it has something to do

with who's making the complaints.

Almost every incident on that list

involves a black or brown suspect.

I'm aware of the pattern.

But I'm not gonna lie to you, Athena.

This is probably gonna go away too.

Yeah, for them. But not for my family.

Certainly not for me.

(soft dramatic music)

♪ ♪

(crowd shouting, clamoring)

(rock music)

♪ ♪

(grunting)

♪ ♪

-(grunting)
-(crowd cheering)

♪ ♪

Stock market's closed.

You don't need to check your portfolio.

I'm making sure Christopher didn't text.

He's not gonna text.

He's having the time of his life.

You, on the other hand,

are so amped, you can't see straight.

What am I missing, anyways,
besides fake fight club?

This is your idea of helping me.

You're a powder keg.

You beat up a guy over a parking space.

But a place like this could be

a healthy outlet for your issues.

(laughs)

What are you, my therapist now?

Just the chick who bailed you out of jail.

I thought we weren't talking about that.

FIGHT ORGANIZER: Bosko! You're up!

(laughs)
Wait, wait. You're fighting.

I'm not the only one
with stuff to work out.

Hold my beer.

(Bikini Kill's "Rebel Girl")

KATHLEEN:
♪ That girlthinks she's the queen ♪

♪ Of the neighborhood ♪

♪ She's gotthe hottest trike in town ♪

(crowd cheering)

♪ That girl,
She holds her head up so high ♪

♪ I think I wanna be
Her best friend, yeah ♪

♪ Rebel girl, rebel girl ♪

(grunts)

-(grunting)
-(crowd cheering)

-(grunts)
-(crowd clamoring)

(grunts)

(both grunt)

MAN: Whoa!

(fighters grunting)

(crowd cheering)

CROWD: Bosko! Bosko!

Bosko! Bosko! Bosko!

MICHAEL: Thanks for dinner, Bobby.

I really needed to see my kids, you know?

How are you doing?

Ah, I'm still mad as hell.

Me too. I thought the world had changed.

Or I guess I wanted to believe it had.

No, it's not just you.

I got too comfortable. You know,

architect, nice house, nice car,

married to an LAPD sergeant.

(chuckles)

Formerly married.

I thought I was exempt.

And then I was reminded that I'm not.

And neither is my son.

And that's the part that
I'm really struggling with.

Because that's the promise
that we make, right,

when we have kids?

That their lives are gonna be

better and easier than ours were.

Yeah, but Harry's ten.

He shouldn't be worried about anything

except for school, sports,
and just being a kid.

And now I have to sit him down
and talk to him.

The talk.

I have to prepare my son for something

that shouldn't even be his responsibility.

I'm sorry. I wish I could say

that I know what you're feeling.

No, brother, I'm so glad that you don't.

If it had been worse,

if something would've happened to me,

I am so happy that they have you

because I know you love them
like they're your own.

No, Michael.
You can't let yourself think like that.

Yeah.

Somehow, I can't seem to stop.

(somber music)

♪ ♪

MICHAEL: I need to talk to you
about what happened

the other night.

Do we have to?

I know it was scary.

But we need to talk about

what I could have done differently.

You didn't do anything wrong.

Well, it's not about being right.

Sometimes when you deal with the police,

it's about being safe.

Aren't they supposed to keep us safe?

They are.

But not all officers are like your mom.

There are some bad ones.

And there are some that aren't so bad.

But some of them will still treat you

like you're different than the other kids.

Because I'm black?

Yes, because you're black.

So you need to know what to do

when you come in contact with the police.

Be respectful.

Do what they say.

And don't ever make them
feel nervous or panic.

But they're the ones with the guns.

What if I'm more scared than they are?

You probably will be.

But they might not understand that.

So you can't yell or argue with them,

even though you think that you're right.

And always keep your hands
where they can see them.

No sudden moves.
Don't reach for anything. Ever.

What if they ask me for something?

I don't have a driver's license, but...

Right. Well, then you ask them
for permission.

Okay?

And then you move very slowly

and you tell them what you're doing

as you're doing it.

Why are we different?

We're not.

But you just said--

I said that some people
will see you differently.

They will look at you and judge you.

But those people
will never know who you are.

You are a smart, kind,

beautiful black boy

who's gonna grow up to be
an amazing black man.

Be proud of that.

Don't you ever forget. Promise me.

I promise.

Good.

I love you, Harry.

I love you too, Dad.

♪ ♪

(siren chirps, wails)

(indistinctpolice radio chatter)

I'm a cop. I was ju--

Leaving your favorite
watering hole after shift?

O'Neil's, right?

License, registration,
and proof of insurance.

You gotta be kidding me.

(tense music)

Turn off the engine.
Step out of the car for me.

(grunts)

How much you have to drink tonight?

-Couple of beers.
-What's a couple?

Two? Twelve?

I'm afraid we're gonna have
to do a field sobriety test.

Legally, I can refuse that.

And legally, I can throw you in jail.

Objective symptoms.

Glassy-eyed, smell like alcohol--

since we being all by the book now.

Follow the pen.

You don't give a damn about a DUI.

Careful, now.

I've heard talking back to an officer

is liable to get someone slammed up

against the hood of a car, even cuffed.

Listen, Sergeant, I didn't know
that was your family

when we made the stop.

Oh, they were lucky, then.

Somebody else's family, and they could be

making funeral arrangements right now.

Walk and turn. You know the drill.

♪ ♪

It was all a big misunderstanding.

-I'm sorry if your family got--
-Keep your weak apology.

Stand on one leg.

♪ ♪

Humiliating, isn't it?

Being treated like a criminal.

Singled out for no good reason.

Harassed by a police officer
with questionable motives.

I can report you.

-This is retribution.
-If it was retribution,

I would've done it
when your kids were in the car.

I really am sorry, Sergeant.

You have a nice night, then.

♪ ♪

(exciting music)

♪ ♪

Okay, listen up.

Last couple times we were here,
mistakes were made.

That is not gonna happen again.

That is why I am pairing you up
on your assignments.

Eddie, Lena, you are on meats and deli.

Nothing leaner than 92%.

Hen, Chimney, baking aisle.

Unrefined flour this time. Thank you.

I will cover fruits and vegetables.

Once you have everything on your list,

we will reconvene at the dairy case.

Let's move!

This must be what the invasion
of Normandy felt like.

(Lena laughs)

What do you mean
he just dropped the charges?

You make it sound like
you're disappointed.

Just surprised. Pleasantly.

Apparently, that wasn't
the guy's first illegal fight.

When they weighed that
against my service record...

Captain America wins
a Get Out of Jail Free card?

And anyway, that jackass' knee surgery

was three years ago.

But not letting it go.
'Cause that's healthy.

I just think Bobby needs to let go

of being pissed off at Buck.

I know that, and so does Bobby.

How you figure?

What do you think this whole
shopping trip is all about?

-Buck.
-Exactly.

It's just a distraction
to keep our minds off--

No, no, no, no. Buck.

Whoa, hey, uh, you guys. What's up?

-What are you doing here?
-Me, I'm just here to--

to do some-- some shopping.

Eight miles from your apartment?

Yeah, well,
this is the only place that has...

Happy Cat laxative powder.

You're buying cat laxative?

Yeah, I've been thinking of,
uh, of getting a cat.

And you're anticipating
your new cat will be irregular.

Um...

Listen, I, I came here to apologize.

Okay, I, I never meant for things to get

so out of hand with the lawsuit and--

Yeah? What'd you think was gonna happen?

The lawsuit's bad enough,
but you told your lawyer

everything about us-- personal things.

You're supposed to be truthful
with your lawyer.

Why are you so pissed at me?

Because you're exhausting.

We all have our own problems,

but you don't see us whining about it.

No, somehow, we just manage to suck it up.

Why can't you?

CHIMNEY: That's kinda harsh.
It's not like the guy

asked to be crushed by a ladder truck.

No, but he filed a stupid lawsuit,

and now I can't even
talk to you because of it.

You know how much Christopher misses you?

(man arguing indistinctly)

How could you? You're not around.

I, I didn't realize that.

Maybe I can come and visit Christopher.

You know, the lawsuit
doesn't prevent that.

-(arguing continues)
-No, it prevents me

from reaching out to you.

I couldn't even call you
to bail me out of jail.

(arguing continues)

If that was something that happened.

What--what? What are you talking about?

Look, man, why can't you see
my side of this?

-'Cause that's all you see.
-(crashing, shouting)

-Oh, man.
-Whoa.

-WOMAN: Oh, no.
-Someone should stop them.

These two or those two?

-Let's go!
-(horn blaring)

(crashing)

(tires squealing)

MAN: Hey! Get back here!

(thrilling music)

♪ ♪

(shouting)

(horn honking)

Eddie, Lena, get the tools.

Hen, Chimney, check on the drivers.

(horn honking)

MAN: Oh, my God, help!

I'm gonna die! Get me out of here!

Help, please!

(horn blaring)

(soft music)

Hey.

Karen? What's wrong?

The doctor called...

and none of the embryos are good.

Wh--What? We had six.

None?

(clears throat)
She said they had, uh,

chromosomal abnormalities or defects.

They have to be discarded.

She did say we can try again.

Maybe do better next time.

Okay, so... so we'll try again.

But what if it fails again?

I should've frozen my eggs
when I was younger,

but I just kept thinking there was time.

No, don't, don't do this.

Don't put this on yourself, Karen.

But it is on me.

-I'm so sorry.
-No, no.

No, this is not your fault.

You did everything exactly right.

Every test, every treatment.

Every doctor's order,
you followed it to the letter.

Yeah, and my body has been fighting me

every step of the way.

Fighting me.

The IVF, the IUI,

the complications
and the side effects, and--

It's... it's trying to tell me something.

Give up.

-Maybe I should listen.
-No.

(sobs)

-I'm sorry.
-No. No.

-KAREN: I'm so sorry.
-HEN: Don't be.

Don't be.

Sergeant Grant?

I, I'm Officer Andrew Martin.

I was on the scene the other night

for your family's traffic stop.

Oh, yeah.

I'm familiar with your work.

I just want you to know how sorry I am.

I, I didn't see your son in the back seat.

And then it was instinct.

A bad one.

When we say "protect and serve,"

we mean the community, not ourselves.

I remember being a rookie.

The nerves, not knowing
what you're walking up on,

not sure what to do when you get there.

It's natural to follow
your partner's lead.

Just don't follow it off a cliff.

♪ ♪

Do better.

♪ ♪

(rock music playing)

So this is your idea
of a team-building activity?

BOBBY: Well, trust falls
are already part of the job.

I can't fix the world.

I can't offer some sage advice

that's gonna make everything better.

All I can offer is this.

(glass shatters)

I cannot believe you came.

HEN: Rough day.

(glass shatters)

I really need
to break something right now.

What's that?

Cap sprung for the deluxe package.

Full minibar!

They serve alcohol in this place?

Oh, yeah. I'm surprised we don't
get more calls from here.

Well, it looks like you have
some more team building to do.

(glass shatters)

Yeah.

Hey, uh, hey, Bobby.

Thank you for...inviting me.

Look, I, I just wanted to apologize.

You're getting a call tomorrow
from the chief.

You're being reinstated to active duty.

Brass didn't want the headache.

They're afraid of the bad press.

Uh...
(laughs)

That... that's awesome.

Yeah, maybe not.

They gave me the option to transfer you.

They understood how
I might not want you back

after everything you put us through.

But I said no.

You're coming back to the 118

where I can keep an eye on you.

Thanks, Captain.

-You won't regret it.
-You might.

My house, my rules. Remember that?

(Bishop Briggs' "White Flag")

♪ ♪

EDDIE:Rage is defined as an intense

or violent type of anger.

(screams)

BISHOP: ♪ Ohh, oh ♪

EDDIE: Road rage, office rage,
even airplane rage.

BISHOP:♪ This time, I won't let go ♪

EDDIE: Seems likethe whole world

is on the edgeof snapping lately.

But it's not the only way
we use that word.

A raging fire.

A raging storm.

A rager of a party.

All thingsthat are out of control.

And maybe that's where
our rage comes from.

BISHOP: ♪ Ohh, oh ♪

EDDIE: A feeling that our world,our lives

are out of control.

-REYNOLDS: I said don't move!
-MICHAEL: Okay, okay!

EDDIE:When we feel helpless...

BISHOP: ♪ I'm still standin' ♪

EDDIE: Powerless...

weak...

BISHOP: ♪ Never goin' up,no, no ♪

♪ White flag never goin' up ♪

(panting)
Hey, where's Eddie?

LENA:He said he had other plans.

BISHOP: ♪ Smoke, fire,it's all goin' up ♪

(grunting)

BISHOP:
♪ Smoke, fire,flares are goin' up ♪

♪ Flares are goin' up,
Flares are goin' up ♪

♪ Ohh, oh ♪

♪ Won't wave my white flag, no ♪

♪ This time, I won't let go ♪

EDDIE:The rage starts to build,

and it needs an outlet.

So what happenswhen we let it take over?

Do we regain control
by unleashing our fury?

BISHOP: ♪ I'd rather die than ♪

EDDIE: Or have we crossed a line
we can't come back from?

BRIGGS: ♪ Give up the fight ♪