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Groundbreaking commenced on February 8th, 1960,

and today nearly 3,000 stars grace the Walk of Fame,

from Tallulah Bankhead to Dr. Phil.

-How far is the ocean? -I don't know.

According to the map, it's 16 miles from our hotel.

Hey, that's not too bad.

And with the current traffic condition, the drive should be 78 minutes.

That can't be right.

You must have gotten the addresses mixed up or something.

Dad, I know how to use the app.

Huh. It's updating.

Travel time is 83 minutes.

We're never gonna see the ocean.

I actually grew up on an island, Manhattan.

Sturdy pair of boots, you could walk from one end to the other before sunset.

Here, you can't get a carton of milk or a loaf of bread without four wheels.

Please use your turn signal.

I-It's not just for making turns, it's also for changing lanes.

Don't let the name fool you.

Don't crash on me.

Oh, no, no. No, not you, sir.

No, my laptop's just a little slow to respond to commands.

But, uh, ETA is, uh, 30 minutes or-or less.

Uh, no, sir, you don't get a pizza if I'm late.

U-Unless you want a-a pizza?

I'll tell you what I want.

I want men like you to pay for your crimes.

"Crimes against women who just want to love you."

Hey, I'm working here!

Next stop, Downtown Los Angeles.

And though it's less than six square miles,

Downtown actually contains more than 15 different neighborhoods,

and it's home to amazing sights.

Oh, it says here in LA there are 25 Michelin star restaurants.

What list are you reading from?

"Ten reasons to move to Los Angeles."

I never planned on relocating, not at my age

and certainly not to the other side of the country.

But my daughter needed me.

She's in the middle of a divorce

and she's got her own kid now.

Wanna see pictures?

Eyes on the road, Morty, please.

You wanna move here?

Why?

My brother offered me a job.

Since when do you wanna work for your brother?

It's a good opportunity, not just for me, for all of us.

What about school? All my friends? My boyfriend?

You can go long distance with Jeremy until college.

You know Jeremy can't get into college.

I will not be shamed for my choices.

You are no longer in control of me.

No, I do not want to export to a GIF.

I hate technology!

Turn left on Grand Avenue.

That's not your turn signal.

Right. Sorry.

Don't look at me like that.

It's less than one year of your life, and then you'll be free.

I can't wait to get away from you.

Honey.

Is everybody okay?

Rerouting.

Rerouting. Rerouting.

Oh, I love technology.

Get back. Get back.

-Gotta love a Thursday. -How does that even happen?

Sinkhole!

Soil underground shifts, the road on top fails.

Looks like a pie crust with no filling.

Pie's getting bigger.

All right, everybody move back!

Chim!

Got you, Cap.

-Thanks. -Yeah.

All right, let's move all the rigs back.

I don't want anything within 20 feet of this edge.

Harnesses on.

Anybody who goes down in the hole is on a line.

Looking good. Nice and easy, guys. That's it.

Help! Here!

Hey! My husband's trapped.

My daughter, she's staying with him!

Let Eddie get you and your son to safety, okay?

We'll bring them back to you.

All right, follow me, buddy.

Help, please. Th-There's a man hurt.

Where, where? Show me.

Harry, come on!

I-I tried to get him out of the car, but every time he tries to move, I...

Help. My pacemak...

His name's Morty.

Morty. Hi, I'm Hen.

Listen, I'm gonna lift your shirt here a little,

figure out if I can see what's going on.

Pacemaker?

ICD.

Seat warmer electronics, it's submerged. It created a circuit to his ICD.

It can't stop defibrillating.

That's not working.

Each shock is 800 volts.

The battery could explode if we don't shut it off.

It sounds like you're gonna stop his heart.

Not for long.

Finally.

My dad, he's stuck.

-My wife? My son? -They're fine.

They're on their way out, so let's worry about you for now.

Okay. Okay.

Heads up!

-Look out! -Look out! Look out!

First, get my daughter out of here.

Stop. I told you. I'm not leaving you.

Enough, enough. We gotta go.

K12. Come on, let's go.

A jacket. I need a jacket to cover his face.

Dad, it's okay.

Hey, Cap, we need a Stokes basket.

-And a doughnut magnet. -Yeah, coming right up.

Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

We're losing ground up here.

Martinez, Stokes basket! Now!

-Come on, let's go. -Yes, Cap.

Okay, almost there, just hang on.

Hang on.

Dad, it's gonna be okay.

Okay, that's enough.

Rav, let's get his leg stabilized before we try and move him.

You should have gone with Billy and your mom.

You'd already be safe.

Stop. I wasn't leaving you.

I thought you couldn't wait to get away from me.

I was mad, okay.

I kind of still am.

I don't know where you came up with that crazy idea, Dad.

Why would we just want to pick up and move all of a sudden?

I lost my job.

Six months ago.

So you agreed to work for Uncle Pat?

Nobody else wanted me.

All right, here it comes.

-You good? You got it? -All right, let's go.

All right.

Do you see this magnet?

We're gonna deactivate your ICD.

Just temporarily.

As soon as you get on solid ground, we're gonna start compressions

and then we're gonna get you to the hospital right away

for a more permanent fix.

If I don't come back, tell my daughter and my granddaughter

that I love them and that I'm happy to be with mee-maw up in heaven.

No, no, no.

Mee-maw's gonna have to wait.

I got you.

He's out, hoist him up.

Eddie, you up top?

Affirmative, Hen.

I'm sending up a cardiac patient. He's gonna need CPR stat.

Copy that.

That's it, looking good. Keep 'em moving.

Uh... hey, Cap.

Yeah, hang tight. We got trouble with the winch motor.

We put him into cardiac arrest.

We gotta start CPR.

Come on, let's go, let's go!

Hey, I think there's too much weight for this angle.

Harry!

Grant, don't even think about it.

Harry!

Harry!

Harry!

Nice and easy.

There we go.

Come on. There we go.

Come on.

Come on.

There we go. There we go.

-There we go. -All right, let's go.

Let's get him out of here now.

Harry!

What the hell happened to you?

Tell him there's a lady down there. She's stuck in a car.

Cap. We've got a woman trapped underwater.

Diaz is coming down.

Oh, my God.

Where did you see the car?

Underneath that bus. She's in a blue car about ten feet under.

Ma'am. Can you hear me?

Come on. Come on.

Is that everyone?

Yeah, that's everyone, Cap.

All right, then get her up here.

I got him. There you go.

Oh, my God. Thank God.

Thank God both of you are okay.

I was so worried.

-There's nothing to worry about. -Okay.

We're fine.

I don't like California.

Well, you better get over it, because I think Dad's right.

We should move to California.

Why?

It's so boring back home.

We've been here less than a day, and we've already had an adventure.

All right, good work, everyone.

Let's start moving everyone back and off the street.

While there's still a street left.

Are we at risk here?

Maddie, good to see you.

Chief Simpson, hi.

-I didn't know this would be so formal. -Hmm.

First postmortem, huh?

But don't worry, he usually goes easy on dispatch.

Okay, uh, let's get this started. Everybody take your seats, please.

For those of you who don't know me,

I'm Ty Worrell, Office of Emergency Management.

This is Melinda Wright, my deputy.

Please check these data sheets.

They reflect what each of your agencies sent to OEM.

Maddie.

Second Street sinkhole.

We lost about half a block of critical infrastructure,

-a water main that serves 2000 households... -Thank you.

Not to mention the impact on Metro and the grid,

and nobody in this room saw it coming.

I'm gonna start with USGS.

Dan, there were no seismic precursors?

Yes, sir. Only background levels on our network.

Only background levels. So Dan doesn't really know, does Dan?

Melinda, what'd we get from street services?

For second and Maple, they said zero service calls in the past year.

Nary a pothole.

Metro, your crews in the tunnels didn't notice anything?

Uh, no, sir. That's what my guys are telling me.

That's what your guys are telling you?

Well, I'm telling you I've been in civil service for 30 years,

and I've never been caught with my pants down in so public a forum.

A lot went wrong here, but I think it's worth mentioning what went right.

LAFD pulled 36 people out of that sinkhole with no loss of life.

That's something to be proud of.

That's also 36 lawsuits coming my way.

Now, come on, people.

There were zero warning signs? Zero?

I mean, there was one warning.

-Hi. -Hi.

"Maddie Buckley Han. 911 Dispatch."

Oh. You're the new Sue Blevins.

She's still recovering, so I'm here and new.

Not to Dispatch. To management.

Okay, well, we're all getting older, waiting for the end of that story.

Right. Um...

In the two days leading up to the sinkhole,

there was a 20% uptick in calls from that area.

What kind of calls?

That I don't know.

Do you think you could find out for me?

Maybe you could run a full audit of all the 911 calls

within a two-mile radius of the sinkhole.

Go back six, eight weeks.

Listen to all the calls.

Mark 'em down. Let me know what you find.

That's hundreds of calls.

Get it to me by Monday.

Theo. Hey, you okay, buddy?

-Yeah. -Good.

Hey, where's Buck?

Oh, my.

What are you doing here?

Uh... Called your phone. Theo answered. Said you guys were at the hospital.

Right, I let him play with my phone while we waited for the doctor

to look at my nose.

Which is definitely broken,

but I'm not seeing any signs of a concussion.

You need me to prescribe anything for the pain?

No, I'm good.

Okay, now your turn.

What the hell?

I tripped.

I fell headfirst into a door jamb. No big deal.

You trip a lot?

According to your records,

you've had four non-work-related ER visits in the past three months.

Uh, yeah, I'm-I'm pretty clumsy.

Huh.

Nurse will be in shortly with your discharge paperwork.

So you gonna actually tell me what happened?

I-I let him watch Nacho Libre.

He was inspired. His aim less so.

-He hit you in the face? -He didn't mean it.

He was laughing and flailing, his foot just...

What about those? More wrestling?

Oh, no, those are old.

Buck... [grunts]...you can't just keep...

-Look what I got. -What? Whoa, that is so cool.

Hey, check it out, Eddie.

So cool.

Okay, buddy, you ready to go home?

Could we get ice cream on the way?

As if I'm ever gonna say no to ice cream. Come on, let's get outta here.

Yeah.

And that's the problem.

Yeah, so they have me doing that. And then the nurse just goes, "Stick him."

-Like an actual human being? -Mm-hmm.

-Two mills of penicillin right in the hip. -Ooh.

They really believe in "sink or swim" around here.

Well, what about you?

What do they have you running?

Uh, a-a murder? A heist? A serial killer?

Kidnapping.

Yeah.

I took lead on it, ran a full canvass, multiple witnesses.

Got that victim home in less than 24 hours.

Mom, that's amazing.

I must have missed that on the news. What was the victim's name?

Pickles.

A Shih Tzu.

Turns out he had gotten into the shed next door.

Had the whole neighborhood up in arms.

Okay, that doesn't sound like a case. That sounds like a sad Nextdoor post.

Well, you're a student. You know how these things go.

I mean, they never give the new kid the big case on day one.

Mom, I'm the new kid, and they shoved a syringe in my hand on week six.

You've been a cop for 30 years, and they put you on paw patrol?

Okay, look, no one has put me on anything.

You put yourself on it, and I just don't understand why.

Well, you said so yourself.

I've been in uniform 30 years and now I'm a rookie again.

They promoted you for a reason, Mom.

Yeah, I got shot in the chest.

You think that's why they made you a detective?

Like some sort of consolation prize?

Well, I think that I can never know for sure.

But it makes me wonder if maybe the reason I never got out of the I car

is because it was all I could handle.

No, I don't believe that, and you shouldn't believe that either.

You're Athena Grant.

Show them what she can do.

When the opportunity presents itself, I...

When have you ever waited for permission to act?

You make your own opportunity, Mom, okay?

Because the perfect case isn't just gonna fall into your lap.

-Hey! Hey! -Wait!

Oh.

Help! Help!

Grant.

Detective Newell.

-What are we looking at? -John Doe,

badly burned, second and third degrees over 80% of his body.

Still waiting on the full report.

His hands are too barbecued to pull a clean print.

-Any other ID? -Just this.

Wow.

Diamond. I mean, not a big one.

-But... -Not cheap either.

John Doe's got income.

Whoever this man is, he loves someone.

Look, we owe it to both of them to put that ring on her finger.

-I can sense the ask a mile away. -I want this case, Newell.

No leads, no ID.

I don't want you to strike out, your first time up to bat.

Which is exactly why I won't.

All right, Detective.

The dance floor is yours.

Mr. Frankel.

Mr. Frankel.

What did we say about wandering off?

We don't want to miss the show.

Welcome, Golden Palm Senior Center.

I'm Aqua Arnie, and this is my favorite tank,

the tropical tank,

home to many different species, including Scuba Stu.

Welcome to 300,000 gallons of South Pacific right here in Los Angeles.

Around me is 49 different species, with the biggest being coral,

followed by groupers and the sharks.

-Did he just say sharks? -He sure did.

We've got zebra sharks and grey reef sharks.

Oh, and that fella is our Queensland grouper.

Uh, Arnie, I think there's a problem.

Arnie? Are you there?

Just like the human body.

What the...

Argh, what is that?

Every life form on earth began in the ocean...

What is happening?

It burns!

And it all started in the same watery wonderland.

-Uh, Arnie? -Yes?

Oh.

What happened?

Help me!

Hazmat's en route. Martinez, run a one-inch decont line.

-Buck, get me access to this tank. -Copy you.

-Uh, is he... -No.

-You see the bubbles from his regulator? -Yeah, he's still breathing. Okay.

-All right, holler if that changes. -Copy that.

Hey, guys, I got access. Let's go.

All right, coming to you.

-Probie, hang back. -Gotcha.

Holler if the bubbles stop.

We got sulfur fumes! And another problem!

Well, I-I tried to pull him up, but his tether just fell apart.

-Hen, Eddie, get in there. -Yeah, Cap.

Let me see your hands.

Looks like chemical burns.

Hey, can you ask our guy what the normal pH of this tank is?

We keep it at 8.1, same as the ocean.

I've got 0.6 and dropping fast.

Something is turning this thing into acid.

Find the filter pump and shut it off.

Ravi, run the siphon ejector off the engine.

We can't go in after him, but with enough time, maybe we can suction all this out.

-Hey, Cap, he stopped breathing! -Okay, we've got 60 seconds!

-Harry, how are we looking? -Bring it down a little bit.

To the left. There you go, there you go.

There you go. All right, you're getting closer.

-All right, there you go. You got him. -Okay, bringing him up!

All right, there it is, nice and easy.

Okay, almost there! Get ready to grab him!

Yep. Come on.

Okay, grab him, grab him, grab him!

Ready? One, two, three.

Watch it.

We got you, buddy.

Pull his suit off.

Okay.

Suit's burned through to his skin.

Careful. Here we go.

Starting a line.

Let's get his heart rate.

Cap, the leads won't attach. His skin's melting off.

-Try bagging 'em. -We got it.

-Come on, come on, come on. -Three more pumps.

No, chest rise, bag's not working.

Airway's too damaged. We need a crich kit.

I've got the scalpel.

Pushing sux and roc.

Chim, I can't feel the cartilage.

If I cut the wrong spot, I slit his jugular.

-You kinda have to. -Got it.

-Watch the carotid. Easy. -I'm easy.

There, I'm through the cartilage. Here comes the endo tube.

-He's satting 61, 60... -Inflating the balloon and...

got it. Try the bag again.

Here we go. Come on.

All right, O2 sats at 70.

And rising. 75.

Nice work, Hen.

I think we should go to the flea market next week.

I think that's a good idea.

Listen, Hen checked your filtration system,

couldn't find anything wrong with it, so DWP is en route.

-Where's your main water supply? -Underground.

We're LEED-certified, so we draw it from an aquifer.

But our salinity has been iffy since we automated.

It must be a random glitch.

Hell of a glitch.

Traffic cams caught the van a block west of the hospital

then lost it.

Stripped the plates. Nothing left for the system to follow.

System got an upgrade six months back.

We use the new software on patrol.

It can track objects inside the car.

Like a key fob.

Well, that's a handy upgrade. Slightly Orwellian.

Can I help you two?

Yeah, Detective Grant, Newell. LAPD.

We're wondering if you can identify this van?

Looks like one of mine.

I did a head count early this morning. All of them are here on site.

Is there any way to tell who might have been behind the wheel?

Drivers come and go. It's musical chairs with the keys.

-Anybody in particular you're looking for? -This guy.

Damn. I think that might be Corbett, one of my day guys.

-Is he... -Alive. Uh, for the moment.

What can you tell us about him?

Not much, really. Uh...

Plumbing, cement, any tool in the toolbox. Guy knew his stuff.

Got any family? Next of kin?

We found this in his pocket.

No, never talked about a girlfriend, but he was quiet type,

kept to himself, did the job.

Can we see his paperwork?

Logistics have never really been my thing, but, uh, I can liaise

with human resources when they get back from, you know, not existing.

Excuse me, sir. Sir, can I have a word with you?

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey! Sir!

Think we could have that word now?

Maybe more than one.

Five hours and 17 minutes.

A day? I mean, that's not bad.

Still not great.

Okay, what's yours?

One hour and 33 minutes.

How?

I know how to exercise restraint.

Still counts.

Anyway, what about you?

-Uh, eleven hours and 54 minutes. -Whee!

At least half of that screen time is Theo's.

Hmm.

Uh, hey, so dinner was, uh, was great. Why don't I help you clear it?

Is Theo not eating?

Um...

I'm a race car driver! Beep, beep!

Maybe we'll make a pit stop on the way home.

I'm getting bored here.

Hey, Buck, I have a toy race car in my room.

-Oh, yeah. -I'll go get it for Theo.

Oh, hey, Chris, that's-that's so nice.

Uh, I'm sure Theo is gonna love it. Thank you.

-Oh. Hey! Chris! Chris. -Chris!

Hey, are you okay? You okay?

Ugh.

-Um, yeah, I'm okay. -You sure?

Uh... yeah, really, it-it-it-it's no big deal.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

I know.

-Let's get you up. -All right.

Uh, hey, may-maybe we should just go.

-Yeah. -Oh.

Maybe you should.

-Detective Grant, everybody! -All right, all right...

First case down! First case down. Mikey, ring the damn bell.

-Athena, say something. -No, no, none for me.

No, no, no, it's cider.

How'd you crack it, Grant?

Just a lucky break.

There was action. There was suspense.

There was a chase. Right out of Casino Royale.

It was a brief foot chase.

Let me... Let me paint the picture.

So, Grant clocks this guy's burns from a mile out.

Then she gets his foreman to fold like a lawn chair.

The guy confesses to the whole thing.

Construction accident.

Couple of six packs, asphalt melter.

John Doe takes a tumble. His buddies get spooked.

They drop the body. Cheers, Grant!

Cheers to Grant. To Grant!

-Get a drink! -Yes, Detective Grant.

Oh. Okay.

Well, thanks for letting me know.

Yeah, bye.

Corbett didn't make it.

That was the hospital. He died 20 minutes ago.

But not before you got him justice.

Doesn't feel that open-shut.

I mean, the man confessed in five minutes.

-Grant, you gotta stop doubting yourself. -We still haven't found his next of kin.

-Whoever that ring belongs to... -Partner, that is a tomorrow problem.

Don't let it overshadow today's success, yeah?

Great job.

911.

-911. -911,

-what's your emergency? -911, what's your emergency?

I keep seeing shadows in the corner of my eye.

I haven't slept in three days.

And all the silver in my cabinet just turned black.

-Hearing a weird humming sound. -What is going...

Hey.

My God, you're like a cat.

Yeah, a lonely cat. Why don't you come to bed?

Hey, can I show you something?

These are all the calls from downtown Wednesday morning.

Look at how many.

Yeah, that's a pretty busy part of town.

No, this is only 8:00 to 10:00 a.m., and a lot of the calls were just weird.

Like this first caller convinced that her building is haunted.

Heavy sense of dread, shadowy figures in the corners of her eyes.

-Carbon monoxide. Next. -Wrong.

The air tested clean, but in this same six-block radius

we had insomnia, headaches, mass anxiety,

and then this guy, he goes to a dog park

and finds out that all the foliage is dead, black, wilted overnight.

A gardener with a grudge?

But how does that explain the rest of downtown LA?

Maybe it was something in the water.

Wait, what?

Okay, wait. Yesterday we did have a call at the aquarium.

Water in one of the tanks, it was acidic.

They said there was some kind of glitch in the purification system.

Wait, the aquarium on 8th? Why don't I have this?

Because it happened yesterday.

After the sinkhole?

-What? -Hi, um, Director Worrell?

This is Maddie.

-We-We met at the... -Buckley Han.

-Do you know what time it is? -What if I told you that I found evidence

that maybe something bigger is gonna happen?

-Bigger like what? -Well, that I don't know,

but I've been auditing these calls, and there's something unusual.

Well, what? Like a-a pattern?

No pattern, which in a way could be a pattern, right?

Are you drunk?

We have strange smells, unexplained noises,

um, outages, 5150s, runaway dogs.

Eleven, which is off the charts.

Listen to me. Put down the bottle and go to bed.

Figured it was my turn for the coffee run.

Oh.

-When did you get in? -Mmm.

I never left. I've been going through the evidence all night.

Evidence of the case we just cleared?

There was just something about the victim's burns that never sat right,

so I talked to the coroner.

Those blisters, the peeling, that's what you call a hydrothermal burn.

Caused by what?

Steam, most likely, but not direct heat exposure.

I mean, it's just not consistent with an asphalt melter.

And here. I start wondering,

"Where was that van before the hospital?"

So I ran back the clock,

and then I tagged it here at this corner.

Doing five-hour shifts, eight days last month.

-For what? -Who knows, Grant?

Let it go. Take the W.

Late night?

I think I'm letting this audit drive me crazy.

Anything I can help with?

You want to talk to the Office of Emergency Management for me?

Ty Worrell? Why is he calling?

Hi, I am really sorry about last night.

Tell me everything that you know.

About the audit?

Back up these barricades. Back 'em up!

If something bad is happening downtown, I need to know what you know.

Okay. After we talked, I checked 411, and their calls were up 90%.

It's affecting infrastructure, data, plumbing...

As in buried fiber optics? I mean, how big of a nightmare is this?

I mean, there were callers from the 110 all the way to the LA River.

City Hall would be impacted.

Hang on a second. Harv, listen to me.

I need you to walk the tunnels.

You want me to do a tunnel survey now?

You want me to quote the handbook to you?

"Metro shall inspect the tracks to assess any structural damage."

Sir, that's the policy after earthquakes.

Well, what's the policy when it's screaming?

Okay. Okay, hey, hey, hey, Sparks, let's go. Come on, we're going in.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry, what is that screaming?

The sinkhole.

Detective Athena Grant, LAPD. Are you the owner of this store?

-Yeah, and I'm supposed to be on vacation. -Uh-huh.

-Sorry to interrupt. -Me too.

So you wanna tell me why you called me down here during my vacation?

I think you might have had a break-in.

We keep everything in the vault. Industry standard.

You should check the vault.

I have an alarm system.

Disarmed.

If somebody broke in, I would know. You would know.

The entire neighborhood would know.

Just because the place looks empty doesn't mean anything's missing.

Not even this?

-Where'd you get this? -Evidence in a crime.

Can you tell me who you sold it to?

I didn't. I put it in the vault.

Yep. Definitely been hit.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Th-Th-This seems unwise.

Juries love evidence.

If I'm not back in ten minutes, call this number.

Detective Jace Newell?

Tell him I couldn't take the W.

Okay... [sighs] ...this is our sinkhole.

This was the circumference on Thursday.

This was an hour ago, and this is our circumference now.

It's also emitting a mystery sound at about 1,500 Hz.

We are going to need a mandatory evacuation,

ten-block perimeter from Second and Maple.

That is 4,000 people.

Let's find a shelter that can hold more.

We're also going to have to send out an emergency alert

to every cell phone in the downtown area.

Copy, but what does it say?

That is the question, isn't it?

-What is that? -It sounds like a tea kettle.

Sounds like the end of the world.

All right, Ravi, check the street for ruptured gas lines.

Everyone else, you're on evacuations.

Stair chairs for the nonambulatory, stern warnings for the unwilling.

Yeah, yeah, copy that.

Hey, probie, you see all these people? Panic is our enemy.

Avoid panic.

I'm telling you that I need some answers, okay?

Did you check the San Andreas?

Of course I checked the San Andreas. You think I'm an idiot?

I'm not gonna answer that question right now.

So that's not an earthquake?

It's harmonic tremor, but I can't tell you what's causing it

until I can get down there and place seismometers.

We can get you down there. Captain Han, 118.

Good. Dan here doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground,

which normally would be fine, but the hole's not our issue.

-Then what is? -We think it's something deeper.

Anybody down here?

LAPD.

Hmm.

Let's go. We're gonna clear the area.

Take only your essentials.

Keep moving carefully. Take only your essentials.

Don't worry, sir. I've done this a thousand times.

Panikkar, how we looking?

Cap, there's no methane leaks, but I'm picking up trace levels of sulfur dioxide.

Check out the FLIR.

Why is it getting hotter?

-You good? -I'm usually more of a desk guy.

We're gonna lower you down nice and easy.

Just lean back into it, brace your legs against the side.

If you need any help, key us on this radio.

But, hey... [grunts] ...we got you.

Says the guy with two black eyes.

Hey!

Get down!

Detective?

Everybody, get down!

Careful!

Ha!

-It stopped. -That's-That's good, right?

Uh. Honestly. I-I don't know.

-Is everybody okay? -Yeah, yeah, we're good.

All right, somebody get the mayor on the phone.

That's not a sinkhole.

It's a volcano.

Everybody take cover! 118, under the rig!