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and Deputy.

You need three things
to do this job--

a badge, a gun
and what's in your heart.

TAYLOR: Fine.

You can tell your client
I look forward

to reading those emails
out loud in the deposition.

You really gave him
the business.

-(phone chimes)
-Oh, fudge me.

Could you please charge this
for me?

Oh, my gosh.
(laughs)

"Fudge me."

Now I recognize you.

Taylor?
Taylor Underwood?

-Yes?
-Tina Hoffman!

Oh, my God.
Tina!

(both laugh)

I haven't seen you since--

-Ninth grade!
-Yeah.

What are the chances, right?

Seriously!

Do you remember
having sleepovers

and watching Lord of the Rings
every single weekend?

My mom would come in
in the morning

and see all the mess and go--

BOTH: "T and T went off again."

Yes!

TINA: Oh, my gosh, you should
come by the house some weekend.

We could have a couple beers,
catch up.

T and T could ride again.

Maybe, yeah.

I don't really drink,

and I'd have to check
my calendar.

Yeah, I get it.

Now it really is
like old times.

What is that supposed to mean?

-You're blowing me off.
-I am not.

Just like when you transferred
to Tory Prep,

and you blew me off for all
of those stuck-up rich girls.

(horn blares)

SINGER: * Come on
and sit here by my side *

TAYLOR: Maybe I got sick
and tired

of spending
every Saturday night

watching fairies and wizards.

At some point, you have to get
a life.

Wow.

-Too late for me though, right?
-I didn't say that.

(phone chimes)

But I really do need you
to charge this for me.

You got it, Your Highness.

Look, I didn't mean it.

-(tires squeal)
-Mm!

-(brakes squeal)
-Tina!

(metal and glass crunching)

SINGER: * Come on
and take a free ride *

* Free ride

* Come on and sit here
by my side *

* Come on and take a

* Free ride

(singing along to guitar solo)

Stop, stop!

Oh, God, oh, God, stop!

(sobbing)

(dramatic music)

-TAYLOR: Oh, God!
-Where's the truck now, ma'am?

TAYLOR: Driving
down Hollister Road!

Okay, Hollister and what?

TAYLOR: I don't know!
My phone's about to die!

(sirens blaring)

(fire truck honking)

*

TUCKER: Good Lord almighty.

Does he seriously not notice?

OWEN: Can't see it
in his mirrors.

Probably never even
felt the impact.

Well, he can see us.

(rock music playing)

*

(brakes hissing)

(dramatic music)

One, two, three.

Hey, can you slide out?

Yeah, but what about her?

We'll get her next.
Come on.

Let's get medical
to check you.

Hold on.

*

Do you have any idea when
they can extract the driver?

No, I don't, because
the front half of this car

is stuck under there.

It's crushed like a soda can.

(grunts)
Get in there.

We have to bring her out
the same way.

I want these back two posts
cut.

Let's secure the trailer
with some cribbing.

Paul, Marjan, Mateo,

get me the jaws, the spreaders,
and a K12.

Let's go!

*

(tool buzzing)

It's my fault.
I distracted her.

Ma'am, slow down.

This was a rideshare, correct?

Yeah, but Tina's more
than that.

I distracted her, and now she--

Let's not assume the worst.

*

PAUL: The hydronic ram
is in place.

MICHELLE: Ma'am?
Ma'am, can you hear me?

-Am I...
-Can you see me?

Just focus on me, okay?
Look at my eyes.

How are her vitals?

BP's 81 over 42
and dropping fast.

She's hemorrhaging.

Paul, how much longer?

PAUL: The hydronic ram
isn't budging it.

I'd say five, ten minutes.

Heartbeat's 140 and thready.

She needs blood now.

Gillian,
call West Park Memorial

and see how fast they can get
a trauma surgeon down here

and some whole blood, okay?

Is Taylor okay?

She's okay, honey.

(machine beeping)
Oh, stay with me.

-Can you hear me?
-OWEN: Hurry up.

-We're losing her.
-I'm going as fast as I can.

-I'm gonna bolus this bag.
-She's coding.

North West just called.

They don't have
any trauma surgeons

and they can't get blood
here for another hour.

-Damn it.
-I'm type O, O negative.

That means
I'm a universal donor.

I can donate to anybody, right?

-What's your name?
-Taylor.

Taylor, field transfusion's
risky,

for both of you, understand?

I'm just trying to help
my friend.

Get the transfusion kit.

Cap,
you're not seriously thinking

of doing a person to person.

Protocol is--

If we follow protocol,
she's gonna be gone

before we get her
out of this car.

Gillian, get a 14-gauge.

MICHELLE: Prime the line
with blood,

and keep an eye on her vitals.

(indistinct radio chatter)

MICHELLE: Stay with us.

-Stay with us.
-Come on.

I'm in.

*

ROSEWATER: Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

*

MICHELLE: How's her BP?

Taylor's good, but almost
nothing from the driver.

Come on, Tina.

(tool whirring)

Wait.

I got an uptick.

-Yeah!
-Tina!

(upbeat music)

Taylor.

MICHELLE: Hey.

Your friend just saved
your life.

(grunts)
Hey, that should do it, Cap.

Grab the c-collar,
and let's get her out of there.

TK: One, two, three.

SINGER: * And I've been seeing
moments of us *

* Where we're feeling like
we're right on the cusp *

Tina, I'm so sorry.
About everything.

T and T.

Yes, T and T.

SINGER: * Bright lights
coming at you *

* Been coming at me

(Lume's "Edge of My Seat")

* It's making me sit right on
the edge of my seat *

MATEO: Have a good night,
Marjan.

You sticking around
after a 24-hour shift?

Don't you have any friends,
Probie?

Well, that's the problem.

My academy written exam
is this week.

It's hard to study
with roommates

playing beer pong all night.

Well, I'm sure you'll crush.

Glad someone thinks so.

Every time I've taken it,
I've bombed it, so.

Well then, you better
bust your ass.

Come on, there ain't nothing
to be afraid of.

I promise you'll all have fun.

Yeah, said the wolf
to Red Riding Hood.

Seriously.

What are you guys
talking about?

Well, I host a friendly little
game of Texas Hold 'Em

with some firefighters
from around town,

and we had a chair open up
for tonight's game, so.

So who's in?
TK?

I'm good.

I know a rope-a-dope
when I see one.

-Strickland.
-Nah, cards bore me.

It's too easy to see
everyone's tells.

Also, I crave sleep.

Marwani?

Oh, gambling's
not really my jam,

and don't even ask Probie.

He's gotta study.

Here I thought
y'all were my friends.

I'll play.

JUDD: Oh.

Unless you don't want me to.

No, it ain't that.

It's just, you know, I don't--

This really ain't your scene,
Cap, that's all.

It's just a bunch
of Texas roughnecks

talking smack
and drinking cheap beer.

I thought it was supposed
to be a friendly game, Judd.

It'd be fun to hang out
with the locals,

play a little cards, and--

unless there's
some other reason

you don't want me to come.

No!
Let's do it.

Hey, do you have any
dried seaweed or kale chips?

Sorry, Cap, but rabbit food

ain't gonna fly
with this bunch.

Hey, babe,
the girls are almost here,

so I'ma head out.

Whoa!

Easy, cowboy.

Captain Strand.
I didn't know you'd be coming.

Neither did I,
till an hour ago.

Well, with this crew,

you are an even braver man
than I thought.

Oh, don't worry about me.

I played no-limit
in Atlantic City.

No, but that isn't what
you're worried about, is it?

Judd, you're not gonna tell
the man?

Oh, I was gonna tell him,
but I just--

it wasn't a good time.

Now's a good time.

How about now?
I vote for now.

So my buddy, Billy Tyson,

he's a funny guy,
he's a great guy,

he's coming over,
and he hates your guts.

I've never met a Billy Tyson.

All right, so maybe he doesn't
hate you,

but he hates the idea of you.

So me and him came up
in the 126,

and then he was on a year-long
personal leave

when we lost everybody,

so he threw his hat in the ring
to rebuild the house,

you got the job,
now he's captain over at 121.

121?
Downtown?

That's the biggest station
in Travis County.

Worked out better for him.

Yeah, you could say that.

So it'll be a little awkward,

but probably not personal.

Okay, my Lyft is here.

You're all playing nice, yes?

Bye, Captain.

(country music)

All right, River's down.
Final bets.

Thanks for dropping a deuce
on us, Judd.

I'm out.

300.

Hmm...

Ronnie, do the smart thing.
Just fold already.

We all know Eileen will have
your nuts in a jar

if you keep giving me
all your money.

YVETTE: Take it easy, Billy.

We don't want
all of his hair falling out.

I fold.

Hey, Jim, I know we just met,

but it's not too late
to fix that.

Fix what?

Male pattern baldness does not
have to be your destiny.

I have a doctor here,
Dr. Akopian.

All right, let's focus.

Like a hair doctor?

Like a hair savior.

Hey, New York,

call, raise, or fold.

Raise 600.

Oh, the no-look.

Oh, man, that was cold-blooded.

Careful, Captain.

Wouldn't want you to go

spending all your
beauty supply money.

Judd tells me this guy's
spending more time

in front of the mirror
than Faith Hill.

(laughter)

Thanks, Judd.

Those weren't exactly my words,
but--

it is kind of a long time.

BILLY: Yeah, me,
I don't bother too much

with surface-level concerns
like appearances.

Yeah, the camo hat
made the point for you.

YVETTE: Oh, it's on now.

All right, boys,
just, you know,

remember we're all friends
here.

Speak for yourself, Judd.

Seriously.

*

You wanna get in the ring
with me?

What's the saying you--

y'all use?

Pigs get fat,
hogs get slaughtered?

You come off
like Cool Hand Luke,

but I see you.

Shallower respiration.

Them tiny little beads of sweat
above your eyebrows.

You're bluffing.

I'm all in.

I call.

Oh, snap.
Call.

BILLY: Flush.

YVETTE: Ooh.

Flush.

Ace high.

(Owen laughs)

A little something I picked up
in Atlantic City.

Squeeze your core,

generate a little flop sweat.

Great way to get a workout
and take a sucker's money.

(snorts)

JUDD: Hey.

Just--

*

I don't know about y'all,
but...

I love this guy.

(laughter)

That was poetry, man!

Come in.
Sit down.

I made you a nutmeg
kiwi smoothie

as a token of my appreciation
for coming in early.

Thanks, Cap, but you didn't
have to do that.

So what'd I screw up?

Screw up?
Why would you say that?

You called me
into the principal's office

an hour before shift.

I led the league in reprimands
back in Miami.

I know the drill.

Relax, you're not in trouble.

Probie is.

His academy exam's coming up.

I heard.

He was like a walking tension
headache the other night.

I want you to be
his study buddy,

on-shift, off-shift,
round the clock,

till he takes that test.

Like a babysitting detail?

Look, you had the highest
scores

of anybody in this house

when you took the test
in Miami.

You only missed one question.

That's better than I did.

I appealed that, actually,
and they amended it.

Don't gloat.
It's unseemly.

I'm just saying,
nobody held my hand

when I was a probie.

Chavez is severely dyslexic.

I had him tested
when I hired him.

But thanks to the Americans
With Disabilities Act,

now the department
has to let him take it orally.

That's a good thing, right?

He still has 300 pages
of material to get through.

And that's where I come in.

It's his last shot.

He fails this time,

he's out for good.

I'm gonna need
a major credit card.

I'm gonna have to make
a lot of copies.

Whoo!
That's game, baby.

No, it ain't, 'cause you spun!

-I did not spin!
-Yeah, you did.

-You spun.
-There's no spinning.

-That's house rules.
-Says who?

Anybody who respects the game.

Doesn't matter anyway,
'cause you're calling it.

Everybody come take
one of these.

What, that's
the Austin FD Academy Manual?

No.

I memorized that
chapter and verse

when I was 18.

This isn't a refresher.
It's for the probie.

He has his final academy exam
coming up,

so everybody has some reading
to do.

And what are we gonna do?
Teach him by osmosis?

Besides, I just started
this book.

Probie's dyslexic.

It came up in his interview.

This is his last chance
to pass the test

before he washes out.

What do you need us to do?

Everybody is going
to record themselves

reading a different section
of the manual

for him to listen to.

TK, on-the-job scenarios,

Paul, mathematics,

and Judd, fire science.

No, how come I have to do
the boring chemistry part?

Because with that drawl,

you read the slowest.

All right, I'm gonna need
those audio files

by end of shift, so everybody
warm up those pipes

and get reading.

"Sodium is an example
of a combustible metal

classified as D fuels."

Hey, Billy.
What are you doing here?

(Owen hog calls)

-(laughs)
-(snorts)

You're gonna keep
rubbing that one in, huh?

To the day I die.

Ain't you two a couple
of fast friends.

Yeah, I figured Billy
should come down,

take a tour of the new house.

Hey, you want a cappuccino
before we start?

Cappuccino?
La dee dah.

Well, just wait
till he shows you

about all the different kinds
of milk.

What, like whole?
Skim?

I have so much to teach you.

Have fun.

OWEN: Cabinets are all
white oak.

Pickled satin finish.

Counters are steel troweled
cement.

I'm just impressed you managed
to get out

that dank-ass mildew smell.

Ooh, it took bleach.

A lot of bleach.

Showers are replaced
with Rainheads.

Talk about living
on high cotton.

Let me ask you something.

The steel-toed counter--

Troweled.

Pickled cabinets...

those make your people
any better at taking doors?

Running pipes?

In my experience,

people perform
at a higher level

when they feel valued.

Then what's that say I can't
even get a plumber

out to the 121
to fix a man's crapper?

That your probie oughta watch
a YouTube tutorial.

Touché.

OWEN: Took a sledgehammer
to the walls

and let some sun in.

If Captain Braxton
could see this now,

he would be spinning.

I know an open floor plan
isn't traditional,

but it allows for a free flow
of ideas and communication.

Benefits everybody.

Well, except for
the introverts of course.

What?

Yeah, for them,

not having a closed,
quiet space leads to stress,

confusion.

There was a piece about it
in the Economist last month.

OWEN: Oh, I must have
missed that.

You read the Economist?

Why do you say it like that?

'Cause I'm just a big dumb
redneck?

-That what you think?
-No, no, no.

I didn't mean it like that.
I was just saying--

(laughs)

Y'all coastal elites
are just so worried

about offending people,

you're scared
of your own shadow.

I totally got you, New York.

You got me, Texas.

-Is that the Camarillo?
-Yeah!

-Metal-headed standup.
-Yeah, you know your putters.

So do you, obviously.

Where you play?

I haven't had a chance
to find a course yet.

Well, you're in luck,

'cause your new buddy
just happens to belong

to the best country club
west of the Brazos.

Billy, I think this is gonna be
the beginning

of a beautiful friendship.

(sirens blaring)

-Help!
-Please help!

-(children calling for help)
-(dog barking)

-Please, help us!
-Help!

-Please, we're over here!
-Please, we're right here!

-Help!
-Help, please!

GIRL: Help us!

Holy mother of Cujo, is that--

Yeah, it's blood.

Hi, girls.
I'm Captain Strand.

-What's your name?
-Gabby, sir.

Well, you're very polite.
And you?

Sophia.

We were walking home
from the bus stop,

and he started chasing us.

All right, you're being
very brave.

Just stay there for a minute.
We're gonna come get you, okay?

PAUL: What do you think?

Extend the ladder,
try to scoop him from above?

Hey, if y'all give me
ten minutes,

I can get animal control
out here with the tranq gun.

Just hang on a second.

You see, his hackles aren't up.

His ears are down.

You see how he's moving around
like that?

That's not a scary dog.
That's a dog that's scared.

Nah, it's plenty scary.

All right, when I say so,
you guys move around

quietly, slowly,
and get those kids.

-Not till I tell you.
-Got it.

Cap, what are you--

(clicking tongue)

How does your dad know
so much about dogs?

He loves them.
And Cesar Millan.

Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh.
Hey.

OWEN: Go, go.

Hey, hey.

Oh, I got you.
It's okay.

Hey, come on.
You can come down.

All right.
I got you.

You know you have
really big muscles?

Trust me, he knows.

Thanks.

Hey, it's okay.

What happened to you?

OWEN: Mateo, stay back
with those girls.

Everybody else, come with me.

-To where?
-He wants us to follow him.

PAUL: Looks like we're doing
that Lassie thing.

Yeah, I guess so.

(dog barking)

Judd, what the hell
is that thing?

JUDD: It's a Swather.

It's like--cuts your field
into rows

like a big lawn mower.

OWEN: Whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What is it?
What is it, boy?

-Oh.
-Oh.

-Help me!
-OWEN: Ladder 126.

We're gonna need you
to move to our position ASAP.

Help me!

We've got some impalement
going on down there.

Help me.

MARJAN: Okay.

(country music)

All right, she's fueled up now.
Should be ready to go.

JUDD: EMS 126, what's your 20?

We're walking up now.

Hey, Cap, we're almost ready
to roll.

OWEN: Hey, listen.
Just relax.

Team's about to come
pull you out.

Still don't know what happened.
The reel jammed.

Tried clearing it,
and it rolled right over me.

Somewhere up there,
my wife's looking down,

shaking her head.

She always used to warn me

about doing field work
without a buddy.

Well, I think you had one
today.

Is he impaled?

No, but I think he might
be crushed.

We're ready whenever you are,
Captain.

Roger that.

OWEN: All right, 126,
listen up.

On my count, Judd is gonna
raise the header.

I want TK, Marjan, and Paul
pull him out.

We're gonna turn him over
to medical.

Everybody good?

*

One, two, three.

Easy, Judd!
Easy!

TK: You're doing great.

(man screaming)

-PAUL: One more.
-TK: A little more.

TK: Gotcha.

TK: You're doing great.
We'll get the backboard.

-Ready, set.
-One, two.

(grunts)

Just slide it forward
a little bit.

There he is.

MICHELLE: All right.

Gillian, start an IV.
Fast flow.

Let's get him
into shock position.

Hi, I'm Michelle.

We're just gonna take
a quick look at you

before we get you
to the hospital.

He's tachypneic.

Take some deep breaths, okay?

-Cap.
-Can you get a distal pulse?

Skin's cold to the touch.

MICHELLE: Sir,
can you feel this?

-I'm touching your shin.
-No, ma'am.

The rest of my leg
hurts like hell.

Okay, it's not spinal.

I think this is
Compartment Syndrome.

Get me some saline, alcohol,
and a scalpel

for a fasciotomy.

The swelling's too severe.

It's cutting off the blood flow
to your leg, okay?

I have to relieve
the pressure now,

or you're gonna lose it
before we get to the hospital.

-Well, then, by all means.
-Push him a mil morphine.

If something happens to me,
can one of y'all call my son?

Ask him to pick up Peanut.

We promise.

Don't worry, boy.

He's in good hands.

Okay.

Sir, you should look away
for this.

Here we go.

Okay.
Feel some pressure.

(grunts)

Okay.

We're all set, sir.

-Am I gonna keep my leg?
-I think so.

(laughs)

Wait, wait.
Hey, Peanut.

-(dog barks)
-BARNEY: Come here, boy.

Come here, boy.

Oh, that is so not sanitary.

I love you so much!

I'd be a goner
if it wasn't for you.

Yeah, you would've.
Got yourself a good dog.

Best friend I ever had.

You know this is
a hazard, Captain.

(whispering)
Don't distract me.

(laughs)

If you can't putt
under pressure,

you're not gonna be able
to beat Billy.

(sighs)

I heard you gave him
a tour of the house.

He invited you golfing,
didn't he?

No, no, no,
I just enjoy doing this

'cause I find it
to be relaxing.

God--What?!

Yes.
He invited me to golf, but...

I haven't swung a club
in quite a while,

so I'm a little rusty.

Word of advice.

Keep an eye on Billy.

You're saying that I shouldn't
trust him with our score card?

(small laugh)

I'm saying he can be
a little bit slippery.

I know what you're doin'.

Oh? Do tell.

You're poisoning the well
of a potential friendship.

And why would I do that?

OWEN: You really gonna
make me say it?

Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned.

He told me you guys
used to have a thing.

Who said I was
the one scorned?

Just be careful.

Thing about Billy--

he likes to win...

a little too much.

That makes two of us.

(groans)

JUDD: All listen, up, 'cause
I'm only gonna say this once.

The ignition temperature of
barium's 550 degrees Celsius,

bismuth, 735 degrees Celsius,

butane, 405 degrees Celsius.

Good God,
how many of these are there?

TK:
During a fire in a high rise,

firefighters
may relocate occupants

to another part of
the building known as

BOTH: "Safe area of refuge."

PAUL:
Back Pressure or Head Pressure

is measured in pounds
per square inch, psi.

Come on.

(alarm blaring)

MARJAN:
When taking an infant's pulse,

first responders
should always start with

the brachial artery.

Pop quiz, Probie.

Roughly 350 gallons
just came out of that hydrant.

So how many pounds of water

are running down the street
right now?

Come on, bro,
tell me you know

how much
a gallon of water weighs.

-Nope.
-* I'm high strung...

PAUL: Water weighs 8.33 pounds
per gallon.

It's 2,915.5.

How many feet in one section
of an inch and a half hose?

40.
No, 50--50 feet.

-TK: There we go, there we go.
-What becomes difficult

to ignite
when the moisture content

-goes above what percent?
-15?

-Are you asking, you telling?
-Telling!

JUDD: Ooh...

JUDD: Paper--
218 to 245 degrees Celsius.

Phosphorous--34 degrees
Celsius.

TK: The range of
an aerial ladder platform

is 85 to 100 feet.

The telescoping
aerial ladder is--

BOTH: 50 to 100 feet.

Gah--
-Shh!

Medical technique to remove
an object from the throat.

-Abdominal thrust.
-At which phase of the fire

-is evidence collected?
-Overhaul phase.

The pressure you pump
to the tip of

-a 2-1/2-inch spray nozzle.
-75 psi.

Ignition point of magnesium.

473 degrees Celsius.

Or 883 degrees Fahrenheit.

-PAUL: Mm.
-* We ain't goin' out...

-MARJAN: Don't be smart...
Probie.

BILLY: this hole's a little
longer than it looks.

It's, uh, about 35 to the pin.

But wind's comin' back
at us today,

so you're probably
gonna need...

8-iron?

What, you a caddy now?

I'll get there with a 9.

Go get 'em, tiger.

(lightly edgy music)

*

BILLY: Nice shot, New York.

OWEN: (whistles)
Lucky shot, Texas.

That'll do.

OWEN: Judd told me
you took a year's leave

from the firehouse.

How could you stand it?

Judd's got loose lips.

Well,
forget I mentioned it.

I was just...thinkin'.

Wondering
what it would be like

if I had to take
some time off.

Pure,
unadulterated hell.

I had thyroid cancer.

It was lookin' bleak
for a minute but, uh,

I nuked it--chemo.

I'm not a prayin' man, but...

I said, "Lord,

give me full remission
or give me death."

Twice divorced, no kids.

I mean, without the job,
what's the point, right?

Damndest thing is

if I hadn't gotten cancer,

I'da died that night
on the rig

with the rest of the boys
from 126.

So, in a funny way,

might've been the best
thing that ever happened to me.

MARJAN: Combustible metals
are classified

as what type of fuel--

Class B, D, F, or K?

D.

No, K.

Or is it B?

Class B.

MARJAN: Is that
your final answer?

Yep. For sure.

(pen scraping)

It's Class D.
Class B

are for flammable
liquid fires.

MATEO:
I'm so screwed.

It's like I wake up
and it's all gone.

MARJAN: That's not
how brains work, Probie.

Do me a favor
and just don't think.

Say the first thing that pops
into your head, okay?

Ready?

BTU of paper.

12,500 to 1,500.

Example of reactive gas.

-Argon.
-(pen scrapes paper)

Okay, see,
it's all still in there.

You just freak out
every time I ask

in the form of
multiple choice.

Why?

Seeing that test...

knowing what could happen
if I fail...

That you wash out?

You can't put that kind
of pressure on yourself.

That I get deported.

-What?
-Yeah.

I'm a Dreamer.

My parents brought me here
when I was two.

I didn't even know

I didn't have an American
birth certificate

until I was 17.

Look, my DACA status
is up for renewal,

and if I don't pass this test,

I won't have a job
or any employable skills.

(soft music)

I don't know what I'll do
if they kick me out.

So, yeah...

I'm feelin' the pressure.

(sniffles)

Memento mori.

It's a trick I learned
from the stoics.

Whenever you get stressed,
just remind yourself that...

soon you're gonna die
anyway.

Everybody will.

Is that supposed to
make me feel better?

When you're in fight
or flight mode,

you can't think clearly
at the same time.

If you can convince
your brain

that none of it really
matters anyway,

then...you'll basically
be a Jedi.

(laughs)

Well, as long as
it's old-school Obi-Wan

and not that weak-ass
Qui-Gon Jinn.

Yeah, I have no idea
what any of that means.

But I am gonna be
in there with you

by your side...

the whole time.

(soft music)

*

Marjan?

Thank you.

Hey...it's what friends
are for.

(mellow instrumentals)

* Keep smilin'

* Keep shinin'

* Know when you can
always...*

Well, I guess this is
the end of the road.

Joe, you were one hell
of an angler

and the best damn friend
a fella could ask for.

Clint, you wanna say
a few words?

We miss the hell outta you,
buddy.

See ya on the flip.

"See you on the flip"?
That's all you got?

I was friends with the man
for 37 years.

He knows how I feel.

(sneezes, coughs)

Don't gimme that look,
Vernon.

Dragged my ass out here
with a temperature of 1001.

Shame on you.
It was Joe's dyin' wish

to spread his ashes
at his favorite spot

where he caught--

The 19-pound largemouth.
I know.

Could it not have waited
until June?

-It's colder'n a witch's ti--
-Language!

Show some respect.

I wasn't about
to let our friend

spend three months
in a plastic bag.

Well, in the name
of all things holy,

let's do this.

(plastic rustles)

Now what?

I thought it was
supposed to be ashes.

Why's it chunky?

It's cremains.
It ain't powdered sugar.

There's pieces of teeth
and bones

and probably some metal
in there from Joe's bum knee.

"Cremains"?

Don't tell me
you're gettin' squeamish.

I-I-I just didn't know
it'd be chunky.

Aw, hell.
Give it here.

You big baby.

Godspeed.

(coughing, gagging)

-(gasping)
-Clint!

Okay, sir, who is Joe,

and what part of your friend
is he chokin' on?

I don't know--we were spreadin'
his ashes out at Lake Travis,

and the wind shifted and Clift
inhaled a whole cloud of it.

-VERNON: He can't breathe!
-Okay, sir, what part

of Lake Travis are you on?

VERNON: We're at the Cypress
foot bridge

at the northeast end
of the lake.

Ooh, okay.
Help is on the way, sir,

but it's gonna take 'em
a minute.

In the meantime, I need you
to take your friend

and turn him on his left side.

Put your ear
next to his mouth.

-Okay...yeah.
-Can you hear or feel

-any air coming out?
-Barely.

It's like he's clogged up!

-Come on, buddy.
-(wheezing)

-Come on, spit it out!
-Are you hitting him

-in the back?
-Yes, ma'am.

Don't. That could make
the ash settle deeper.

-Is your friend an asthmatic?
-No, but I think

-he's got the flu.
-If his airways

were already compromised,
the ash could cause

his windpipe to close up.
-Oh, God.

He's turnin' blue,
he's turnin' blue!

Okay, remain calm.
We're gonna make a hot compress

to open up his airways.
Do you have a towel

or a sweatshirt?
-Uh, I think so.

-In my truck.
-All right.

I need you to wet it
in the lake

-and get it as hot as you can.
-How'm I gonna do that?

I'm here in the middle
of nowhere!

Don't worry.
I have an idea, okay?

Start your truck
and let it idle.

-(engine turns, revs)
-I want you to wrap

the wet towel around
the tailpipe until it steams.

Be careful not to
breathe in any fumes.

Okay, it's steamin'.
What do I do?

Press it directly onto
his chest.

Okay. Come on, please.
Hey...

Hey, I-I-I think it's workin'.

Come on, Cliff, breathe!

-Breathe!
-(gags)

(Vernon laughing)
Hey, Cliff!

Ya all right, buddy?

I almost just died,
and I'm soppin' wet.

I got a mouthful of cremains.

What do you think?

(Vernon laughs)

(gagging, coughing)

-(coughing continues)
-Is your friend okay?

VERNON: Yeah,
he's bustin' to fight.

I think he's back to normal.

GRACE: Well, he is lucky
you were there.

You are a great friend, sir.

Well, I don't know
about you, but...

I'm gonna be getting
the meat sweats tonight.

Get at this, Captain?

Have at it.

You ain't worried about
your girlish figure?

Looks like a poker table
isn't the only table

I can run you off of.

What are you doin'?
You can't smoke that in here.

Why not?
Do it all the time.

What are they gonna do,
call the fire marshal?

I was in his wedding.
Hmm?

Mm, no.

I don't smoke cigars.

Well, that's probably because
you haven't had the right one.

See, this here
is a Cuban Cohiba.

One of the finest
in the world.

Go ahead.
Give it a whiff.

(jazzy music playing)

Nicaraguan leaves.

Aged two years.

In Spanish sherry barrels.

I know.

Thought you didn't like
cigars.

I don't like 'em.
I love 'em.

Well, then, fire one up,
my friend.

I've got lung cancer.

Oh, uh...

damn.

I'm sorry as hell
to hear that, Owen.

That's why I was so curious

about how you were
handling the idea

of maybe having to
hang up your helmet.

Well, it is a gut check,
for sure.

But...

you'll pass the test too.
Don't worry about it.

-When do you start treatment?
-Already have.

Hold on.
You're doin' chemo...

-Mm-hmm.
-On the job.

-What are you, Hercules?
-Ha. Hardly.

Almost passed out doin' bench
presses the other day.

Yeah, I have to sneak off
to puke every now and then,

but I'm gettin' through it.

You know what that
makes you, Owen?

What does that make me,
Billy?

-My damn hero.
-(laughing)

Deep breaths, Probie.

You okay?

Yeah.
I think I'm gonna vomit.

-Oh--
-No, no, no, no, no.

I-it's passing.
I'm good.

-You sure?
-Yeah.

Definitely.

I think.

Hey, look at me.

This is the easy part.
You've done the work.

Just stay present,
listen to my voice,

and I promise you,

the answers'll pop
right into your head.

Remember,
in a hundred years,

no one'll care
what happens anyway.

ADMINISTRATOR:
Chavez, Mateo.

Okay, it's go time.

Shoulders back.
Head held high.

We got this.

Say it...

-We got this.
-Mm-hmm.

Ma'am, you'll have to

wait outside.
-What are you talking about?

I have to read his exam
to him.

We don't allow firefighters
from the same house

to proctor each other--
it's Academy policy.

-But in Miami, I--
-This isn't Miami, sweetheart.

Besides, he's more accustomed
to my dulcet tones

than yours anyhow.

You know this guy?

He was my old captain.
(whispers) He sucks!

Style points
for creativity, though.

Nobody's ever played
the Disability Act card

to retread their exam.

Probie.

Memento mori.

(chair scrapes)

Is the temperature okay
for you?

Can I get you a coffee,
one of those fizzy waters?

No, thanks, I'm...
I'm okay.

It's called sarcasm,
Einstein.

(uneasy music)

*

(ticking)

You guys are here?

On your day off?

Well, we may not be
on a shift,

but we never take a day off
from being the 126.

Yeah, so if it's good news,
we'll go get some beers,

and if it's bad news, uh,
we'll go drink some whiskey.

TK: Or mineral water.

Some of will be having
mineral water either way.

-So how'd it go?
-That guy was a total dick.

He tried to make me feel like
a idiot with every question.

I mean, my face got all hot

and everything started
getting all blurry.

That's a bunch-a
BS, Probie.

We can contest the results.

That's probably not
a good idea, Cap.

I kinda told him
we'd be dead soon.

Whoa!
That is dark, Probie.

That's what Marjan taught me.
Monumental Moriarty, right?

You mean like
the Sherlock Holmes guy?

I think some parts might have
got lost in translation.

-Did it help?
-Hell, yeah.

I got a 92%.
What?

-Whoa!
-My man!

That's what
I'm talkin' about.

I'm proud of you.

It was all because of you,
Marjan.

No, it was because
of you, Mateo.

Hey, you called me Mateo.

Shh, don't ruin it.

(laughter, chatter)

(phone buzzes)

This is Captain Strand.

Oh, hello.

Uh, I can be there in an hour.

All right.

Who was that?

Deputy Fire Chief Radford.

Deputy Chief Radford,
What's going on?

Captain Strand, thanks for
comin' in on your day off.

Billy.

New York.

ALDEN: Captain Tyson and I
are old buddies,

and he happened to mention
to me at the club

how much he admired you
fighting through your, uh,

cancer diagnosis.

He did, did he?

BILLY:
Yeah, sorry, bud.

I didn't know
you hadn't told him.

You seem like such
an above-the-board guy.

-Likewise.
-ALDEN: So it's true?

Yeah.

ALDEN: Okay, what you've done
in a short time

with the 126
has been very impressive.

Throw in everything you've been
dealing with, it's miraculous.

-Thank you.
-But I'm concerned.

Captain Tyson has told me
about these fainting spells

-and you getting sick on calls?
-OWEN: That's an exaggeration.

I've been dealing with this
for months without a complaint.

But it's not just your safety
that I'm concerned about.

If your fitness
is in any way compromised,

that puts your crew
and the public at risk.

Hey, there's no shame
in takin' a break.

I sat out for a year.
Now I run the 121.

Look at Tiger--finally
took time off to heal,

came back, won the Masters.
Again.

Yeah, well,
I don't need a break.

Look, I'm as fit as anybody
in this department to serve.

-I wanna believe that, Captain.
-I'll prove it.

How?

Gotta run the CPAT.

Only I'll do it
in full PPEs.

You're gonna do the entire
Cadet Physical Ability test

with an extra 75 of equipment
on your back?

25-year-olds in peak condition
can't do that.

Well, then there'll be
no doubt, will there?

I guess you've earned
that chance.

But if you don't pass,

I'm afraid that I'm gonna
have to classify you

as unfit for field duty.

You just set a date
and a time.

I'll be there.

All right.

You'll be hearing
from my office.

And I am sorry for having
to drop this on you like this.

You'll be in my prayers.

Thank you, Deputy Chief.

(dramatic music)

*

CPAT in full protective gear.

Good luck with that.

OWEN: Hey, Texas.
Stop.

"Please" would be nice.

But I don't suppose
they care about manners

-where you come from.
-What the hell was that?

Some elaborate grudge play?

I promise you,
ain't nothin' personal.

Opportunity arose,
and I took it.

You already captain one of
the biggest stations in Austin.

What the hell are you
throwin' rocks at me for?

'Cause unlike you,
pretty boy,

I don't give a damn
about the limelight

or Goop Magazine
or being on the 10:00 news.

All I ever cared about
was the 126.

And now you wanna
destroy it.

You think this is
the 126?

It is not.

That was the 126.

That's more'n just a bunch
of faces and names.

That's my best friend.

My mentor.

And Harkes.
Harkes was a smart-ass,

but I loved him anyway.

This is hallowed ground
to me.

With all due respect
to your brothers,

the 126 is bigger than them.

There's a new team now.

My team.

Well, we'll see
how long they last

-after I get your job.
-Ah...

-there it is.
-There it is.

You want my job?

Come and take it.

-* Whoa oh oh oh oh
oh oh *

* Whoa oh oh oh oh oh

* Bad things
are comin' this way *

* Get down on your knees
and pray *

* Best of you
may be fightin' *

* Better start runnin'

* Bad things are comin'

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