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MC: Look out L.A.!

The eggheads
over at JPL say

there's a meteor shower
coming our way.

But not to worry--
it's supposed to land

smack-dab in the middle
of Pacific.

So keep it tuned right here
to KSXI, K-Sexy Radio.

And while we're
"Waiting for a Star to Fall",

here's Boy Meets Girl.

(knocking on door)

Oh, my God, finally!

Oh, wait.
You cannot lift alone.

-He bring on dolly.
-(grunts)

I got it, Ms. Ulyanov.

It's not that bad.

Lift with your knees, girl.

(grunting)

-Oh.
-(grunts)

I'll slip the rent under
your door later, I promise.

Oh, no, I not worry, Olivia.

(clattering)

You throw party for yourself?

Pity party, yeah, pity rager.

It's not every day
you get fired

from your content creation job
because someone decided

you "aren't getting
the voice of the blog."

You think it's my RBF?
Don't answer that.

Olivia, it's been days.

You cannot stay inside forever.

(scoffs)
Yes, I can.

My forever just got
totally awesome.

Because of blanket?

Weighted blanket.

It's like a perpetual hug,
Ms. Ulyanov,

just precisely what I need.

No, it's what I deserve.

I'll see you in the spring.

(tranquil music)

NARRATOR (on phone):
You are not a receptacle

for anyone's feelings.

-You must fill your own cup...
- (sniffling)

For you cannot pour
from an empty one.

(slurps)

(sighs)

(loud bang)

(meteorite whistling)

(gasps)

(bang)

(gasping)
Olivia!

-Olivia!
-(screaming)

(bleeps)

(sirens wailing)

(horn honks)

(dramatic music)

Oh, I am one who called.

Ma'am,
what's the name of the victim?

Her name is Olivia.

She is alive.
It is a miracle.

I see it fall from space.

(Olivia moaning)

MS. ULYANOV:
It fall all the way

from heaven
and land on top of her.

You mean through her.

This can't be happening,
right?

CHIMNEY: Pulse is strong,

airway's clear,
breathing's good.

CRT is good.

Olivia, I need you to tell me

your pain level
from one to ten.

It's, like, a four,
but it's throbbing.

How am I even alive?
I have a hole in me!

*

-BUCK: Hey, Cap.
-CHIMNEY: It looks like

left lower abdomen,
might have taken out

the kidney or at least
lacerated it.

Can you wiggle your toes
for me, ma'am?

It definitely missed the spine,
Cap.

CHIMNEY: Yeah,
and this weighted blanket

contained the blast radius.

Must have cauterized
most of the blood vessels

on the way through
and the nerves too.

That's why you're not
in excessive pain, Olivia.

-Lucky me.
-Cap, we're gonna have to

move her with this blanket.

BUCK: And that chaise is
also fused to her, Cap.

(tense music)

Guys!
Guys, I--I found it.

All the way from outer space.

-Should I grab it?
-Doesn't belong to you, Buck.

(as Harrison Ford)
It belongs in a museum.

*

Okay, we're gonna need
the saws, both of 'em.

-Yeah.
-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Did you say saws?

Did he say saws?
Did you say saws?

(saw buzzing)

Of all the people
on the planet,

the thing had to hit me.

BUCK:
You know what?

Only one other person

in history has ever been hit

by a meteorite,
and that was in the '50s,

which makes you pretty special.

I don't feel special.
How do you know that?

Why do you know that?

Buck was on the pier
when the tsunami hit.

He's kind of obsessed
with natural disasters.

You want a natural disaster?
Pfft.

Look no further than my life.

Not anymore.

Space rocks do not just

fall out of the sky
onto anybody.

You are gonna be famous.

Okay, instant backboard
on three.

One, two, three.

*

BUCK: All right, guys,
watch your step.

Watch your step.

*

I can't believe
Hen missed this.

-(phone buttons beep)
-(siren whirs)

(solemn music)

FRANK: Still not sleeping?

Couple hours here and there,
but...

*

Every time I-I close my eyes...

You see her face.

I relive the moment.

Last night, it was like...

*

I was crashing into her

in slow motion...

her injuries happening

while the car was crumbling
around her.

Wha--what is that?

EDDIE: It's not normal,
right?

I have these moments
that are good.

We save someone from dying,
my kid does something awesome.

It's moments where I should be

happy or proud or both.

I know that.

Just don't feel it.

There's no one right way

to deal with trauma.

All the first responders
I counsel

process it differently.

MADDIE: And yet you all ask
the same questions

and press the same buttons.

I mean,
this is my third session...

You're not finding
therapy helpful?

I used to.

After Doug died, I did it all:

talk therapy, group therapy,
cognitive processing.

Spent six months just talking
about my feelings.

I'm sorry none of it
helped you.

What makes you think it didn't?

'Cause you're sitting
in that chair.

I don't wanna be.

I'd rather be at home
with my kid,

enjoying the one good thing
I have going on.

FRANK: So why do you keep
coming back?

I was ordered here by my boss.

I know I need help
to process this.

I don't want my kid to be
like me.

I mean, Chris is always
this happy, open kid,

ready to share
every thought in his head.

But he was in...pain.

He felt like he had
to hide that from me,

pretend he was okay.

*

(sniffles, clears throat)

I don't want that for him.

I violated Department policy,

violated a woman's trust,
and I am really sorry.

I almost killed a guy
with my bare hands.

I killed a young girl
in the prime of her life.

I survived.
Doug didn't.

*

(light music)

So you still haven't heard
anything

from the chief about Hen?

I would tell you
if they'd made

a ruling, Buck--
they haven't.

But shouldn't the investigators

be done by now?

We all know it was an accident.

EDDIE: Saw her yesterday.

I was on my way into Frank's,

ran into her
outside the building.

She seemed okay, just sad.

You can't blame her
for that.

-Or for anything.
BUCK: How's therapy with Frank?

-Haven't seen him in a while.
-EDDIE: Seems good.

Though I'm not really sure
he and I are...clicking.

You should try talking
to Rosemary.

I went to her after
the stabbing--she was great.

-Is that the one I slept with?
-No, she doesn't work for

the Department anymore.

-You slept with your therapist?
-I was, uh,

going through a phase.

Hey, didn't you just go through

-one of those?
-Yeah, yeah.

-Hey, everybody.
-BOBBY: Hey.

Well,
look who's back on the beat!

Just thought I'd stop by,

see if there's any word
on our girl, Hen.

-CHIMNEY: You talk to her?
-(cell phone bleeps)

No, I try, but all she wants

to talk about is--

The girl, yeah, I got that too.

Ooh, ooh,
May just sent me a copy

of her college essay.

She emailed it to you?

I guess she was too nervous

to watch me read it in person.

I remember the drama

when my sister was applying
to college.

Think that's half the reason
why I decided to join the army.

Well, you tell
a 17-year-old kid

that their future depends
on writing 600 perfect words,

the pressure's gonna
get to 'em.

I don't remember what
my college essay was about.

Why don't you call Maddie
and ask her

-what she wrote for you?
-(Bobby laughing)

I am gonna kill this child.

BOBBY:
"Living with the Enemy."

I thought her essay
was about the tsunami.

So did I.
It's not.

Wait, uh,
who's the enemy in the essay?

Me.

(solemn music)

BOBBY: It wasn't your fault.

System logs show
that you pushed the button.

Your light was green

when you entered
the intersection.

Her light never changed.

Looks like it was
the circuit board

on the streetlamp.

One of the relays was fried.

You did everything right.

And she's still dead.

But not because of you.
I know it doesn't

feel that way,
that you feel responsible--

Bobby, I'm the one
that drove into her.

You can show me a million
pieces of paper

that--that--that says
it's not my fault,

but it's still gonna
feel like it is.

Did you know
she played the cello?

It was an accident, Hen.

*

You've been cleared
by the Department.

You can return to duty
whenever you want.

Um...I don't know
when I can come back.

Karen and I are going away
for a few days, and, uh...

*

I think I'ma need some time.

Take as much as you need.

We'll be here
when you're ready.

*

ATHENA:
"My mother is a police officer.

"It's what's she's been
my entire life.

"I never questioned it.

"But lately,
answering the question,

"'What does your mother do?',

fills me with something
that feels like shame."

Shame?
My daughter's ashamed of me?

Um, that's not
what she's saying.

You haven't read it.

What?

-You did read it.
-Well...

You knew she was writing this
about me.

(sighs)

We discussed it.

She wanted to write
about something

that mattered to her,
but she was worried

about your reaction.

Oh, yeah, so she just tells
the whole world

that her mother
is a good-hearted

but misguided cop
who has wasted her entire life

trying to fix a system
that's broken beyond repair.

Oh, she also said
that she admires you

for everything
that you've done,

everything that you try to do.

What am I supposed to say
to her?

The truth.

Now you tell her
that you love her.

You're proud of her,

even if you don't agree
with her.

Come on, Athena, this is
the promise that we made.

When we had May and Harry,

we promised ourselves--
we agreed that we were gonna

raise our children to be
strong, smart, and independent,

you know, give them room
to be their own people.

This essay proves

that we have done our job.

That's easy for you to say,
'cause you're not the enemy.

*

So how's everything at home?

Better, I guess.

I mean, ever since the crash,

Karen has been a rock.

It's like that IVF stuff
never even happened.

Well, that's something.

My wife's a project manager.

Looks like I'm her new project.

(laughs)

She wants to take me to this

new-age-y wellness spa.

She says
it'll have healing influences.

Are there gonna be crystals?
'Cause sounds very crystal-ly.

Listen, as long as there's
a comfortable bed

and nobody trying to talk me
into getting a colonic...

-(laughs)
-I'll give it a shot.

And I'll try anything that'll
make me feel less awful.

You know, make me feel like
I can do this job again.

*

You know,
someone once told me

that the world is full
of patients,

but what it really needs
is more caregivers.

Hen,
you are the best caregiver

that I know.

So go do whatever
you need to do to heal you,

because the world
needs you back

and so do I.

Eh.

Yeah.

Gotta love an early shift.

-See ya tonight.
-I'll see ya.

Maddie, bunch of us are
headed out on the town.

We're thinking karaoke
and wings,

not necessarily in that order.

You should join us.

We can toast
to your triumphant return.

I'm gonna have to pass.

I have plans with Buck.

You sure?
He could join.

No, you do not wanna hear

Buck sing "Eye of the Tiger."

It is painful,

even with the one-armed
push-ups.

Copy that.
Bye.

Bye.
(cell phone rings)

-Tara?
-TARA (over phone): Maddie?

(sobs)
Maddie, oh, God.

-I--I don't know what to do.
-What's wrong?

TARA:
Can you come over?

Are you hurt?
Did Vincent hurt you?

TARA:
You were right.

You were so right.

I--I really need your help.

-Please.
-Yeah, I'm on my way.

(suspenseful music)

*

(knocking)

*

Thank God you're here.

(whispers)
What happened?

We--we fought.

He--he came after me.

(shaky breath)

He was so mad.

Okay, where is he?

I didn't--I didn't
have a choice.

(breathing hard)
I had to.

You killed him.

I thought I did,

but he's still alive.

(gasping)

(softly)
She--she shot me.

(gasps)

(dramatic music)

Vincent, can you hear me?

(Vincent gasps)

-No!
-Tara!

You can't.
That's why I called you.

To do what?

To stand here
and watch him die?

He can't die.

I don't know, I don't know.
Should he die?

I can't--I can't
think straight.

I need--I need to think.

(gurgling, gasping)

Why?

(Vincent gasps)

-What are you doing?
-I'm saving him.

And I am saving you.

Everything in your life
gets worse if he dies.

(groans)

(Maddie panting)

It was--It was
self-defense.

It was...

That is what you're gonna

tell yourself a million times,

but you will never

completely believe it.

(panting)

Look, I killed my husband.

(wheezes)

And I wish that I didn't.

I--I wish I didn't have to.

But you--you survived,
though.

I mean, you're--you're
free.

*

I killed someone
I used to love.

I will never be
completely free of that.

(Vincent gasps loudly)

(groaning)

Tara, please, call 9-1-1.

(Vincent gasping)

Hey.

(cell phone clicks)

WOMAN: 9-1-1.
What's your emergency?

This is Maddie Kendall,

dispatcher badge number
873951.

I have a male in his 30s,
GSW to the upper torso.

Don't ask me
any protocol questions

and don't route me to an EMD.

Be advised there is
a loaded firearm at the scene.

WILLIAMS: Police!

Hands up.
Hands up, hands up!

Gun.

I need both of
your hands up.

(panting)

I can only give you one.

SINGER: * Shivers
running down my spine *

* And you keep whispering

* It's like you're listening

(solemn pop music)

* To me when I'm asleep

* Secret chambers
of my heart *

* Carve your name in there

* It's like
you're always there *

*

* With me
when I can't breathe *

(sirens wail)

* I'm a stranger to myself

* Becoming someone else

* Mm

*

* I'm not in control

* I'm not in
control *

* I'm not in control

* I'm not
in control *

* I'm out of control

*

(tranquil flute music)

*

KAREN: See?
I told you it was nice.

Yeah, well,
I don't see any crystals,

so that's a bonus.

(scoffs)

Look,
we don't have to stay.

You know,
if you just wanna go home--

No. No, no, no.

It's okay.

Honestly,
it'll be nice for us

to spend a few days away

from everything
and everyone we know.

You know, just me and you.
(chuckles)

STACEY: Henrietta?

Henrietta Wilson?

It is you!

Stacey?

Yes!

-(Stacey sighs)
-How are you?

Alive and well, thanks to you.

Stacey Mullins.

I'm--I'm Hen's wife, Karen.

-Nice to meet you.
-Delighted.

I can't believe you're here.

You have to let me buy you
drinks--no, dinner.

Please let me buy you dinner.

Well, uh, you know,
we just got here,

and, uh, we haven't even
checked in yet.

So why don't you give us
your room number,

and we'll call you
when we get settled.

Wonderful.
I'm in 209.

(sighs)

I can't believe you're here.

Wow.

*

Who was that woman?

She's the reason
I became a paramedic.

(dramatic music)

KAREN: I mean, you don't think
it's serendipity

running into the life coach
whose life you saved?

HEN: You don't believe in
serendipity.

KAREN: All right,
what else would you call it?

A coincidence.

Yeah, a coincidence

that offered to buy us dinner.

We should take her up on it.

Wha--do--you just want me
to sit there

and have small talk with her?

"Oh, Hen, how's life
as a paramedic?"

"Oh, well, you know,
I saved your life.

"I'm out here,
you know, long hours.

I have a great team.
Oh, and I killed a girl."

You did not kill her!

-It was an--
-Accident.

(solemn music)

That's what everyone
keeps saying.

Or maybe that was
serendipity too.

-Hen.
-I'd love it if it was.

If someone could give me
a reason

why that poor girl is dead
and why I just walked away

without a scratch.

Please.

Tell me how that fits
inside some grand design.

I don't know.

Okay?

But I do know
that you did not mean

to hurt that girl.

You did everything right.
The report said--

I don't remember pressing
the button.

The report says I did,
but I don't remember doing it.

Okay.

Well, do you remember
putting on your seat belt?

Every day,
we complete a million tasks

just like the day before
and the day before that,

and we don't remember them.

I don't remember brushing
my teeth this morning,

doesn't mean I didn't.

But I should remember.

That was an important moment.

Only in retrospect.

When you pressed that button,

it was just another day.

No.

I gotta be able to trust myself
and my instinct.

That's the only way
I'm gonna do the job.

*

Finger thoracostomy.

(laughs)

It's, uh--it's kinda badass.

Come on, Mads,
you saved a guy's life,

you know, one who seriously
did not deserve it.

No.
Nobody deserves to die.

WILLIAMS: Ms. Kendall,
sorry to keep you here so long.

You can head home now.

Wait, you don't wanna take
my statement?

Detectives talked
to Mr. Dagostino

before he went into
surgery.

He said he shot himself
by accident.

-An accident?
-WILLIAMS: Yeah.

Yeah, that's what
I thought too.

You folks have a good night.

(dramatic music)

(sighs)
I--I don't get it.

Why would he lie for her?

Maddie, I'm so glad
you're still here.

I wanted to thank you.

Thank you so much.

Tara, what is--
what is going on?

The officer just said--

He said he could forgive me

if I would forgive him,

if we could--if we could
make things work.

What?
No.

It can be different now.

We can be different.

He--he promised.

*

You wanna stick around
in case she needs you?

No.

I can't help her anymore.

*

So she shoots him
and then takes him back?

Yeah.

And I thought my marriage
was complicated.

How's your sister taking it?

It's, uh--it's kind of
rough on her.

You know,
I think she thought she could

save Tara from Vincent,
but, you know, she's realizing

that you can't save someone
from themselves,

not if they don't want it.

Ain't that the truth?

Especially if you
aren't around

to see that they
need saving.

(somber music)

Look, I'm sorry
I wasn't there, Eddie.

You and Chris needed me,
and I had my head

so far up my own behind
with that stupid lawsuit--

-We're way past that, Buck.
-I'm not.

I should have been there.

Maybe I could have...talked
some sense into you.

(snorts quietly)

You talk sense into me?

That'd've been interesting.

I told you not to buy
that truck.

Yeah,
you'd have talked me into

buying something
more expensive.

Yeah, fair point.

Look, things got
a little out of hand

for both of us.

Don't beat yourself up
about it.

Why,
'cause you'd rather do it?

-Excuse me?
-Come on, Eddie.

If you're not gonna be
honest with Frank,

at least be honest with me.

Who said I wasn't being honest
with Frank?

You said
you two weren't clicking.

Maybe I'm just not
a therapy kind of guy.

Right, right, you,
uh--you prefer

to work it out in the ring.

There was no ring, Buck.
There was a fence.

(chuckles)
Come on.

You don't think
while you were

going through your phase,
just maybe, you were

throwing your punches
at the wrong guy?

Seriously?

You're gonna make it about you,
again?

Look, I'm just saying,
you were pretty pissed.

Now I thought for sure
that day in the grocery store

you were gonna
take a swing at me.

Not that
you didn't deserve it,

but I wouldn't do that.

You're on blood thinners.

Well, I'd still take you.

-You think so?
-I know.

(bright music)

You wanna go for the title?

-(rock music)
-Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

ANNOUNCER (on TV): K.O.!
-(all shout)

(laughs)

Yeah!
This is my kind of therapy.

(both laugh)

One more round.
Pick 'em up.

(whooshing on TV)

(romantic music)

KAREN: I was in the wrong bar.

I spent 40 minutes thinking
that my date had stood me up.

(laughs)
But then Hen came in.

Serendipity.

I know, I know.

It sounds really woo.

But I gotta say,
after my brush with death,

I'm kind of open to that.

So you had
a near-death experience?

Did you...see anything?

Well, um, nothing supernatural,

but I have
definitely seen things.

Six years ago,

I saw my daughter
walk down the aisle.

Four years ago,
I saw my first grandchild,

last year, my second.

I've seen the world.

I have visited everyone
who's mattered to me,

and I've told each
and every one

how much I love them.

-KAREN: That's amazing.
-STACEY: It is.

And every day,
I wake up grateful,

grateful for my second chance.

I'm grateful to God,

but most of all,
I'm grateful to you, Hen.

Thank you for saving my life.

(emotional music)

You're welcome.

(truck horn honking)

(bell dings)

ERNEST: Anticipate.
You gotta learn to anticipate.

You gotta have everything
in your hand

when you hit the ground.

When you hit the ground,
you gotta be ready to go.

Time is the enemy.
Don't ever forget that.

Yeah, they drilled that into me
when I took the job.

The faster the run,
the happier the client.

And the happier
the bottom line.

Don't ever forget that either.

Hey, protocol says we gotta
inspect the cargo on this stop.

I got it.
I got it.

Pump the gas.

(mutters)
Get the gas.

Young people always get
on my nerves.

(tense music)

*

What the...

Oh, my God.

*

You do realize
what this run is about.

Company's cutting corners, kid,

a lot of 'em.

Take a look at that manifest.

Tell me what you see.

What am I looking for here?

You see any steel drums?

(construction worker yells)

Ernest.
Ernest, look out!

(tires screeching)

*

(crashing)

ANKUSH: Ah!

(tires screech,
truck horn blares)

(explosion booms)

(people yelling)

(bleeps)

Which tunnel, sir?

CALLER (over phone):
2nd Street, downtown.

The whole place is filling up

-with smoke.
-Okay.

Can you safely exit
your vehicle

and get out of the tunnel?

CALLER (over phone):
We're trying to help out

one of the drivers right now.

Holy crap, there's
a combustible sign

on the burning truck.

Is this thing gonna blow?

MADDIE: Our concern
is your safety, sir.

Let's just get you both
out of the tunnel.

JAMAL: No,
we have no indication

that it's a terrorist attack.

A lot of calls coming in
from downtown.

Okay, uh, everybody listen up.

I need you all to initiate
traffic rerouting

for the area around
the 2nd Street tunnel.

Until we know exactly
what's burning in there,

we're not taking any chances.

Did you say the fire is white?

CALLER:
Yeah, It's crazy.

I've never seen anything
like this.

(suspenseful music)

*

(sirens wailing)

(horn honks)

*

BOBBY:
Dispatch said two victims

and a hazardous materials
recycling truck.

I want you to grab the CO2
detection equipment,

and I want everybody
in full turnouts and BAs--go!

*

(dramatic music)

*

(gasps)

BUCK: Cap,
that's a bright one.

EDDIE: Put my money
on magnesium.

BOBBY: Chim, you're on him.
Eddie, Buck, check the driver.

Everybody else, this entire
tunnel is an exclusion zone.

Keep people away.
Go, go, go!

*

EDDIE: Cap, he's pinned.
I gotta go to the other side.

-BOBBY: Okay.
-(radio interference)

This is Captain Nash on scene

at 2nd Street.

We have a magnesium fire

that is reactive to water.

I need a liquid nitrogen truck

dispatched immediately.

Copy that, Captain Nash.

Liquid nitrogen en route.

BOBBY:
Chim, how's he doing?

CHIMNEY: He's bradycardic,
pupils are uneven,

GCS 12 and falling.

BOBBY: Smoke's gonna get bad
in here.

Get him out of here.
Go, go, go!

CHIMNEY: I lost his pulse,
starting compression.

-(Chimney grunting)
-(Ankush wheezes)

*

BOBBY: What are we looking at,
Eddie?

EDDIE: He's not impaled
or anything, but we're

gonna need a jackhammer.

BOBBY: No time for that.

(metallic scrape)

(clangs)

(saw buzzing)

BOBBY: This magnesium's
starting to burn real hot.

We gotta get him out of here
soon.

(saw buzzes)

Saw's not gonna cut it.

Ah!
Oh, God!

Oh, my God.

BOBBY: Sir, try to remain calm.

Tell me your name.

Ernest.
Ernest...

oh, magnesium.

It's burning.

You need to get out of here.

BOBBY: Sir, it's okay.

We are gonna get you out
of this truck.

ERNEST: No.

That's not the only thing
there.

BOBBY: What else is back
there, Ernest?

Cobalt-60.

You were transporting
radioactive waste

through the middle
of downtown Los Angeles?

Company's cutting corners.

(tense music)

This is Captain Nash.

Be advised, be advised.

This truck contains cobalt-60.

Start evacuating this area
in a three-block radius

and order
all nonessential personnel

outside the perimeter now.

EDDIE:
That magnesium's gonna

burn through those drums.

Once that happens,

this entire tunnel is gonna

turn into Chernobyl.

Hazmat and nitrogen will

be here any minute, and I need

both of you out there

-when they land.
-Cap!

Buck, it's okay.

I will stay here with Ernest.

I'll get him out of here.

You gotta get out there

and put out that fire.

Now.
That's an order.

I'll be right behind you.
Go!

BUCK: All right, guys,
let's go!

Let's go!
Come on!

*

CHIMNEY: (grunts)
Switch.

(suspenseful music)

BUCK: Chim!

Where's the hazmat
and the nitro?

Delayed, too many cars trying

to evacuate downtown.

Cap, no hazmat or nitro yet.
We're coming back to you.

BOBBY (over radio): Negative.
Negative!

The cobalt has ignited.

We're at gamma radiation level.

I repeat, we are at gamma.

Hold your position.

*

That's nuts.
Get out of here.

BOBBY: Maybe some CO2 will
slow it down

before I get that nitro.

-(Ernest coughs)
-(alarm sounds)

*

BOBBY: That's it, I'm out.

Dispatch,
where's that liquid nitrogen?

EDDIE (over radio):
Nitrogen's landed, Cap.

It's here.

We need it now!

*

-BOWMAN: Where's Captain Nash?
-Inside!

-How long has he been in there?
-Too long.

BOWMAN: All right,
let's go, guys.

Put it out!

Hey, are you ready?

Come on!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

*

BOWMAN: Captain Nash,
you're done.

Gotta get him out of the cab!

I got him--got him.

(alarm sounds)

(saw buzzing)

*

(siren wails)

(Ernest coughing)

(grunts)
The kid--the kid!

You talking about Ankush?

-ERNEST: Did he make it?
-He's stable.

He's headed to the hospital.

Oh, thank God.

(coughs)

(dramatic music)

BOWMAN (over radio):
Fire's out.

I repeat, fire's out.

Smoke's clear,
fallout's gonna be minimal.

(sirens wailing)

Maybe not for all of us.

(grim music)

*

(sirens wailing)

*

MAN: This way, Captain.

*

Thank you.

Okay.
Heart function looks good.

And what about
the other tests?

So far, mostly good news--
no enlargement of the thyroid,

chest X-rays are clear.

Your lungs don't appear
to have

suffered any ill effects
from the exposure.

What about the blood tests?

Kidney and thyroid function
are normal.

You said mostly?

The urine test showed
trace amounts of cobalt.

Not high, just elevated.

Liver enzymes are also not
where I'd like them to be,

but I'm not about to sound
any alarms yet.

Yeah, but you're concerned.

I'm cautious by nature.

Good, so we won't worry
unless you tell us

there's something
to worry about.

Now, when can I go home?

We'll probably send you home

later today.

You can even go back to work.

But we will need
that battery of tests

once a week
for the next six weeks

until we are sure there are
no long-term effects.

So I'll see you
in seven days.

Looking forward to that.

(solemn music)

(sighs)

I am not ready to be a widow.

-Wasn't trying to make you one.
-Bobby--

I had to slow down that fire,

and the only way
I could do it was

to get in the path
of the smoke.

I didn't have a choice.

-It's my job.
-(sighs)

*

You will not get sick on me.

Deal.

-Heh.
-Love you.

I love you too.

*

(Karen groans)

Feels like three hours
in traffic

just undid all three days
of rest and relaxation.

I'd say next time we should
fly somewhere, but--

-Airports.
-Mm-mm.

It was a pretty good trip,
though, despite the drive back.

(groans)
Was it?

I mean, the plan was
to recharge and reconnect.

I feel like we only got
half that equation,

and maybe you got
a little shortchanged.

No, I didn't.

I mean, all the stuff
Stacey said about

living in the moment
and being grateful for it...

I am.

I'm grateful for you
and for Denny.

I was worried
for a minute there.

Yeah.

That maybe we weren't enough.

No.

And I was worried
I wasn't enough for you,

because I couldn't...

And you could go find
somebody else.

I know that most of that
was the hormones talking,

but, uh...

damn, they're loud.

I never cared about
how many kids we had, Karen,

just that we had them together.

(murmurs)

DENNY: I'm done.

(groans)

(Karen chuckles)

I'm unpacked.
Can we go pick up Paisley now?

Did you put away your stuff?

Or did you just empty it out
on the bed?

You only said "unpack."

-Oh, ho-ho-ho.
-Oh, my God.

Three days with Uncle Trey,

and he's nailing us
on technicalities.

All right, come on.
Let's go get the dog.

-DENNY: Yes!
-(Hen groans)

(door closes)

(laughs)
It is indeed, right?

-Hey.
-HARRY: You're home!

BOBBY: Oh, this is a surprise.
I didn't think I'd get

to see you until the weekend.

MICHAEL: I figured you both

would be tired after the day
you've had.

Thought we'd come by
and make you dinner.

Oh, thank you,

'cause I know I'm exhausted.

Are you okay?
We saw the driver on the news.

They said he has lung damage,

that he could get cancer
from being in that tunnel.

Well, he wasn't wearing
the protective gear

that firefighters wear,
and he was in that tunnel

a lot longer than I was.

-But are you okay?
-BOBBY: I feel fine.

ATHENA: Which is what
we're gonna focus on,

just being grateful
that Bobby made it home safe.

They're already talking
about massive investigations,

State, the Feds, OSHA.

I mean,
it's gonna be a big mess.

-(Athena sighs)
-I hope Ernest is ready for it.

He's probably gonna lose
his job.

That company is gonna make
his life a living hell,

what's left of it.

I think he's brave

for telling the truth
and standing up

for what's right.

If more people did that,

the world would be better.

-(oven timer dings)
-Uh! That's dinner, okay?

It needs 15 minutes to rest
and then we'll eat.

Long enough for me
to take a shower

with normal soap and water
this time.

(solemn music)

May.

I wanted to talk to you
about your essay.

Wasn't sure if you had
a chance to read it.

I'm a police sergeant,
not an officer.

I know maybe it seems like
it shouldn't mean much,

but it does.

I worked very hard
for that title.

I'm sorry.
I can fix it.

Good.

Then I think it's all set

to go out.

It's a powerful essay.

Admissions offices will be
very impressed with you.

So you're not mad?

I know you're still trying
to figure things out,

figure yourself out.

You and I might not
always agree

on the choice the other makes,

but I'm very proud
of what I do.

I'm proud of who I am,

and I just hope that one day,

when you're my age,
that you'll be able

to look at your daughter
and say the same.

That's what I want for you.

*

I love you.

I love you too, Mom.

*

That wasn't so bad, huh?

I kind of wish she just said
she was mad at me.

Oh, welcome to being
a grown-up.

(chuckles)

(The National's "Fake Empire")

*

Hey.

Mm-mm.
(laughs)

Have a good day, sweetie.

*

BERNINGER:
* Stay out super late

HEN: Life hits you
head-on, sometimes.

BERNINGER: * Making pies

* Put a little something

HEN: There's always
gonna be pain

and the fallout
that comes with it.

Thanks to a lot of brave souls,

and one in particular,
this city dodged a bullet.

But it ain't over.

People need to know
what happened.

Today,
the real fallout begins.

Sometimes, it feels like
the universe is out to get you.

But maybe, it's just trying
to get your attention.

Who would have thought
that getting hit by a meteor

would be the best thing
that ever happened to me?

(laughs)

I used to have this hole
inside me.

But after having
an actual hole,

I feel whole.

FRANK: I was surprised
that you called.

Your next mandated session's
not for another week.

I know.

I just really needed to talk.

Okay.

About?

*

(shaky breaths)

How I really feel

about killing my husband.

HEN:
We can spend our days trying

to understand the pain...

and we should.

That's how we heal.

BERNINGER:
* Turn the light out

* Say good night

* No thinking
for a little while *

*

* Let's not try

ALL: Hey!

(all laugh)

Hey, I heard I missed out

on some pretty heroic stuff
while I was away.

How you feeling, Cap?

I'm just glad to have you back.

BERNINGER:
* In a fake empire

ALL: Aww.

BUCK: Ah!

HEN:
But we must always remember

it's not the trauma
that defines us.

(alarm blaring)

It's how we choose

to react to it,

how we choose to move on.

Chim.

I'll drive.

*

All right!

*

(siren wails)

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