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♪ Ohh, ohh, ohh ♪

♪ Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh ♪

♪ Ohh, ohh, ohh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ohh, ohh, ohh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ohh, ohh, ohh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh ♪

♪ But take heart, my love ♪

♪ 'Cause when I see you,
I see hope ♪

Meeting in the beanery.

Now? I got childcare,
and shift is over.

Call the babysitter.
You're gonna be late.

How late? [ Sighs ]

♪ That needs
what you got to give ♪

Do we know
what this is?

We do.

Do we want to tell
our team what this is?

Critical incident
stress debriefing.

-Ohh.
-No.
-Why?!

I'm too tired
for head shrinking.

My eyes are starting to move
independently of each other.

Uh, I have a baby.

Yeah, I have his baby.

Ben: I have
a couple of teenagers

and a wife who gets mad

if I don't come home
after my 24-hour shift.

I have...

a deep desire
to not be here.

Sit down.
Thank you. I'd love to.

This isn't my call.
It's over my head.

But even if it was my call,
I wouldn't let you leave.

[ Door opens ]
Vasquez was on our team.

Captain Bishop,
you might want to

take your A shift powwow
somewhere else.

We have to cook in here,

and unless you want us
to filet Gibson for breakfast...

I'd get him
out of our sight.

♪ Oh-oh-oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh,
ooh, ooh ♪

[ Chairs scraping ]

[ Thunder rumbles ]

Team.

This is Dr. Diane Lewis.

She's a psychologist
and a trauma specialist.

Doctor Lewis, is it legal
for our employers

to hold us hostage
in the gym

and force us
to talk about our feelings?

No. We don't use the "F" word
here when we're at work.

Miller, Hughes,
don't push it.

And if it is legal,
is it psychologically sound?
Dean: Mm.

Did they lead you here
at gunpoint?

Emotional gunpoint.
Mm-hmm.

"Mandatory" gunpoint.
Mm-hmm.

I swear to God,
if y'all don't shut up --

Doctor,
I will leave you to it.

[ Door closes ]

So, your battalion chief
has a hair trigger temper.

Who wants to
talk about that?

I thought we were here
to talk about Vasquez.

We're here to talk about
whatever needs talking about.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

Last year, more firefighters
died from suicide

than in the line of duty.

Whatsamatter?

Big, strong firefighters
afraid to use your words?

What kind of
therapist are you?

The kind who used to
jump out of helicopters

and rappel into wildfires.

I know you because I am you.

I know what you see every day.

I know how it feels
to lose one of your own.

Vasquez had
a pulmonary embolism

the day he was
supposed to go home.

Now, that hurts me,
and I never even met the guy.

So, yes, I am
holding you hostage today.

At emotional gunpoint.

Um, am I seriously supposed to
do this in the gym?

[ Thunder rumbles ]

[ Rain falling ]

[ Smacks lips ]

This is so good.

Are you mocking me?

Mocking you?

No. [ Chuckles ]

I've got a 15-year-old
and two pre-teens at home.

Trust me,
I love silence.

Love it.

I don't know
what you want me to say.

I didn't think Vasquez
was a good guy.

Didn't think he was
a good firefighter.

He didn't listen to authority,
which made him a liability,

and he was that way from
the beginning, way before I...

Way before you...?

I'm sure you've heard.

I'm interested in
hearing your take.

Way before I broke the code.

Way before I made myself
a viper.

Way before I lost
even my own respect

and way before
I lost yours.

I'm not here
to judge you, Jack.

You used to be
a firefighter.

So you're judging
what I did

whether it's your job
or not.

Because that code

has been hammered into us
from day one.

So, why'd you break it?

I didn't know who she was.

And once you knew,
you stopped?

Never went there again?

[ Thunder rumbles ]

[ Inhales deeply ]

Why do you think
you broke it?

I tried to stop.

Are you a sex addict?

No. No.

I don't know.
I don't think so.

So, what was going on
for you

before you made
the decisions you made?

Aren't you
supposed to be talking

about trauma
or something?

Rigo's death hasn't been
traumatic for you?

I've lived through worse.

Then tell me
about the worse.

I don't get it.
Don't get...?

That you quit firefighting

so you can sit in rooms
and force people

to relive
their worst memories?

I made a bad drop
out of a helicopter

and shattered my leg.

I was supposed to
be there putting out the fire,

and I became the rescue.

The family lost
their house and their dog

because my team had to come
rescue me instead of Aldo.

That was the dog's name --
Aldo.

I would hear him barking

and those kids crying

and screaming
for someone to help him

every time
I tried to sleep.

And the way it was
barking at the end?

I don't think it was
the smoke that took it out.

I got a pin in my hip,
15 screws in my leg,

and a metal knee.

And none of it
hurt as bad

as the sound
of Aldo barking.

It was like --
It was like tinnitus.

It never stopped.

Until someone like me
came to my bedside

and got me to talk.

And the barking
got quieter.

And the more I talked,
the quieter it got.

So, when my leg
never fully healed

and I needed a new plan,

I learned how to do this.

Now you.

Tell me your worst thing.

I keep thinking
about my dad.

I was a foster kid.

Grew up in
group homes mostly.

But one year,
I almost got adopted.

I had
a sister and brother,

and I had
a mom and a dad.

Had a hard time
calling them that at first

because it was,
you know, weird.

But that's what they
wanted me to call them.

He was a high school
science teacher,

and she was a receptionist
in a dentist's office.

I thought
they couldn't have kids,

but they said they could.

They just didn't
want them.

He was preoccupied
with overpopulation.

Said it was the greatest threat
to our planet.

So they fostered us
and planned to adopt us.

And... [ Sighs ]

What just happened?

Hmm?

You were talking
about your dad.

I was thinking about
a call I went on.

When?

Last Christmas.

You asked about
the worst thing.

I think that was
the worst thing.

♪♪

[ Woman crying ]

Marsha:
Tree's on fire!

Ma'am? Ma'am!
Step away from the tree.

I have to put out the fire!
Step away from the tree.

Ma'am, ma'am,
ma'am, ma'am.
Step away from the fire.

Come with me, come with me,
come with me.
I have to put out the fire!

[ Sobs ]

The tree's on fire!

We've got it
under control. Okay?

Calm down, calm down.

[ Crying hysterically ]

The tree's on fire!

The tree's on fire!

[ Sobbing ]

The tree's on fire.

[ Sighs ]

[ Siren wailing ]

The tree's on fire.

Ma'am.

Do you have
anyone we can call?

The tree's on fire.

[ Sobbing ]

[ Radio chatter ]

♪♪

The tree's on fire.

Diane: That's the worst call
you've ever been on?

Yeah.

Well, you've been
at this awhile.

So I'm assuming
you've seen...

you know...

whole families
cooked to death.

Yeah.

So, what made this one
the worst?

Your name's Diane.

Yes.

♪ Little ditty
about Jack and Diane ♪

♪ Two American kids growing up
in the heartland ♪

It was the worst call
'cause she was all alone.

She was just all alone

in that crappy
little apartment.

And somehow, through the whiskey
and the loneliness,

she got herself
up off the couch,

and she got herself a tree,

and she decorated it
with whatever she could find.

But she was all alone.

She didn't have
any family photos

or anyone to call.

Just that tree.

And her tree burned down.

[ Inhales sharply ]

[ Sniffles ]

[ Sniffles ] Ah.

[ Sighs, sniffles ]

Oh, you're not gonna
give me a tissue?

No.

No?

Tissues kind of suggest

you should
wipe your tears away,

suck 'em back in.

And I want
all of them out.

[ Sobbing quietly ]

[ Thunder rumbles ]

I'm angry with Gibson
for breaking the code.

I'm angry with Bishop
for putting him in the field.

I'm a little angry
with Sullivan

for promoting Bishop over me,

but other than that, I'm...

You know, I'm pretty good.

[ Rain pattering ]

You were a --
You were a smokejumper?

Yep.
Yeah, that's --

that's pretty hardcore.

Not nearly as hardcore
as my new line of work.

Yeah.
I could never --

Yeah, no, I could jump
out of a helicopter

into a wildfire, but I could
not do what you do now.

Mm, you're a doer,
not a talker.

Yeah.
Let me guess.

You were a cheerleader
in high school.

Dance squad.

[ Laughs ]
Dance squad!

That's even better.

Are you making fun of me?

Why do you all think
I'm making fun of you?

Maybe that's a question
you should ask yourself.

Is it because
I take joy in my work?

Because I like getting
to know my clients

and it makes me smile
and it makes me laugh?

Maybe.

Did you like
dance squad?

Not really.
I -- I preferred salsa.

You can do salsa?

State champion.

[ Chuckles ]

You're a state champion
salsa dancer?

Seriously? [ Laughs ]

Well, that takes sex appeal
and showmanship

and athleticism
all at the same time,

which is kind of
a rare combination.

So, what made you want
to jump into fires?

Okay.

Who told you what?

What?

Why are you talking about
my sex appeal?

Uh, I was
talking about salsa.

Did someone say something
about me and Sullivan?

Sullivan
the battalion chief?

You didn't hear that?

I did now.

Andy: [ Sighs ]

This is like doctor-patient
privilege, right?

You can't report me
or write down anything?

That's right.
Okay, good.

Well, I'm not just
sleeping with him.

I'm in love with him.

And now you hate me.

Why do you think
I hate you?

Because my behavior
is a blight

on the plight of female
firefighters everywhere.

A blight
on the plight?

Now you're mocking me.
Only a little.

Alright, we're here
to talk about Vasquez.

So can we do that?
Sure.

Were you close
with him?

He's a salsa dancer, too.

Vasquez?
Sullivan.

Oh.

He can dance salsa.

And I know I'm supposed to
feel guilty.

About Vasquez?

About Sullivan.
Okay.

You're supposed to feel guilty,
but you actually feel...
Yes, I --

Electric!
I feel electric.

I feel...awake.

I feel awake
all the time.

This man undoes me.

He...

I love him.
I'm in love with him.

You know, love all by itself
is not electric.

By itself, it's calming.

It gets electric
when you combine it

with stuff
that isn't love.

Rule breaking.
Intrigue. Danger.

Mm, so you arejudging me.

I'm not. I'm just trying to
understand you.

You're angry with Jack
for breaking the code,

but you're
breaking it yourself.

You coin phrases like
"blight on the plight,"

but you keep doing it,
and you don't feel guilty.

You feel electrified.

I'm just trying to
figure out why.

The plight of
female firefighters

isn't mine to carry.

Okay.
My mother was a firefighter.

Or she was gonna be

until she met my dad
at the academy

and got pregnant with me.

So, your father was
a firefighter?

Yes, he was the captain
of this house.

And your mother
is still --

She died when I was 9.

So you were raised
by a single dad.
Yes.

You grew up.

Joined the same house
your father ran.

And then...

you start sleeping
with the battalion chief?
Okay, whoa, whoa.

This -- This has nothing
to do with my father.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

This has nothing to do
with my father.

♪♪

[ Smacks lips, inhales deeply ]
Are we done here?

No.
I think we are.

Talk to me about Vasquez.

Was he your friend?

[ Horn blares, siren wails ]

[ Brakes screech lightly ]

[ Air brake hisses ]

Tony: She's dying!
My wife is dying!

Sir, where is she?

She's in the back.

[ Panting ]
Help her!

[ Woman gasping ]
Please help her.
Please!

[ Coughs ]
Rigo:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop.

Sir, stop!
Stop!

-She's choking!
-Yes, I -- I can see that,

but she's also wheezing, which
means air is getting through.

The Heimlich won't work.
You'll just break her ribs.
It's alright.

Okay, ma'am, you are able
to get air through,

so I just need you
to relax.

Do me a favor --
I need you to cough.
[ Metal clatters ]

[ Animal chitters ]
[ Screaming ]

Raccoon! Raccoon!
What the hell?

[ Gasping, screaming ]

[ Choking ]

Oh! Well, the Heimlich's
gonna work now.

[ Crying ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Coughing ]

-Alright.
-You got it?

Alright.

[ Sighs ]
[ Door closes ]

It's -- It's alright.

It's alright, Herrera.

You know, raccoons are...

[Chortles] scary
little creatures.

[ Laughs ]
[ Chuckles ]

I mean --

[ Both laughing ]

What were you doing
jumping up on a table?

[ Laughing continues ]

I thought you said I needed
a check-up at the hospital.

[ Snorts, laughs ]

Shh.

We're -- We're gonna
get you there, ma'am.

Sorry.

Oh. [ Laughs ]
[ Engine starts ]

[ Chuckles ]

I barely knew him.

Hm.

[ Liquid bubbling ]

[ Water sizzles ]

[ Door opens ]

Montgomery?

You're up.

Four alarm fire.

I heard the alarm.

Yeah, when the alarm
went off,

they were cooking
a bunch of stuff for Eva.

For Rigo's widow.

They'll be gone
for hours,

so I'm going to
finish what they started.

That's a nice gesture.
But I can't excuse you from --

I'm not asking
to be excused.

I'm just asking
if we can talk while I cook.

Well, counseling is generally
a private conversation.

Probie, beat it.

Little tension there.

Yeah, he's in the closet,
and I have no respect for him.

[ Door opens, closes ]
Okay, let's not --

He has a girlfriend.
It's serious.

She has no idea
that he cheats on her,

even less idea
that he does it with dudes.
Travis, stop.

We are in a public space.

And if you want to talk about
your own issues publicly,

I'm fine with that.

But I'm not okay with you
outing someone else on my watch.

[ Grinder clacks ]

My pet rabbit
likes his cage.

Can I talk about that?

[ Scoffs ]
We're doing code words now?

You made the rules.

Sure.

Tell me about your
pet rabbit, Travis.

Well,
he's a sweet rabbit.

A well-intentioned
rabbit.

A rabbit that was bullied
by his father into working here,

and I'm pretty sure bullied

into becoming
a firefighting rabbit

in the first place.

He studied art history
in college,

and when his adrenaline
starts to surge, he panics,

which is cute --
in a rabbit.

Not super cute
in a firefighter.

Okay.
The father
also bullies him

to stay in his cage.

And I don't know

if the father even knows
that he's a rabbit,

but I know
that he doesn't see him.

Doesn't let him
be who he is.

And I know that
he just rolls with that.

Doesn't push back,

doesn't fight for the right
to be who he is

and not be
caged his whole life.

And that,
it makes me crazy.

And it makes me hate him.

I hate my pet rabbit.

Ooh!

God, it feels good
to admit that.

You want to tell me
about your dad?

Why would I want to
do that?

You're out.

You're an openly gay
firefighter.

I honestly think
you might be the only one

in the city of Seattle.

You're the only one
I've met.

So...it's not that
your pet rabbit

is such
a backwards rabbit.

It's that you
are braver than most.

We run toward fire
for a living.

Mm-hmm.
Brave is a prerequisite.

Yes, and I'm saying
that you are braver.

How does that
make you feel?

It's 2020.

When I was a kid,
2020 felt like

the oldest the world
was ever gonna get.

I thought there would be
flying cars in 2020.

I shouldn't have to
be brave

to be out of the closet
in 2020.

Diane: You shouldn't
have to be, but you do.

You do.

And you are.

Why is that so hard
to take in?

My husband was an out,
gay firefighter.

Got it.
So there were two.

You're exaggerating.

Not by much.

Why don't you want to
acknowledge how brave you are?

Why would you rather think of
your pet rabbit as a coward

than own
your own strength?

[ Sighs ]

[ Inhales deeply ]

How did your parents
react when you came out?

Was it easy?
Were they supportive?

Can we talk about
something else?
Sure.

Why'd you become
a firefighter?

Because I had an
overdeveloped sense
of responsibility

and an underdeveloped interest
in the family business.

What was
the family business?

Irish pub,

and I could never hold
my drink.

[ Chuckles ]

Also I got raped
in the backroom when I was 17,

and I didn't want
to go there after that.

I thought you said
this was a public space.

You think I should keep it
a secret that I got raped?

I don't have shame
about that.

The rapist is the one
who should be ashamed.

I hope he is.
I hope he learned something.

I hope he didn't
do that again.

I've had a fair
amount of therapy,

and I have never had
a therapist --

Disclose her
personal history?

Yeah, typically,
we don't.

But with firefighters,

it's hard to get people
to talk

if I don't do
some talking myself.

So I tell you my story

in the hopes that
you will tell me yours.

You want me to tell you
why I became a firefighter?

Unless there's something else
you want to talk about.

Hurry up! I don't want to
be late for the show.

Dammit, Janet!

I don't understand how women
wear these shoes every day.

Yeah, but your legs
do look good.

My legs do look
really good.

Woman: Help!

He's gonna kill me!

Somebody help me!

Travis, no!
Call the police!

You call.
I'm going in.

What are you gonna do?

Blind him with
your high heel?

I don't know! Call 911!

Woman: Help me! Help!

Help!

[ Grunts ]

Hey!
What the hell?!

Get away from her.
Who the hell are you?!

Get up. Run.

Get down, Jane!

[ Grunting ]

[ Gasps ] Oh, my God!

Run!

[ Screams ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Laughter ]

[ Laughing ] Wait.

You were dressed --

As Frank-N-Furter from
"Rocky Horror Picture Show."

[ Laughs ]

And you -- you
half-nelsoned him?

Yeah. I mean,
it wasn't a big deal.

I wrestled in high school,
and that guy --

I mean, men who beat women
are just cowards.

But, you know, it gave me

a taste for
the hero thing, I guess,

and I never looked back.

You did it again.
Did what?

You dismissed
your own bravery.

You are a straight-up hero
in that story, Travis.

How many people
do you think

would shoulder their way
through a door

instead of just calling
the police?

In drag, no less.

She could have died
if I waited for the police.

Yeah, your friend
didn't go in.

Dammit Janet? He didn't
want to mess up his makeup.

Travis.

Why is it so hard

for you to acknowledge
who you are?

Who gave you
so much shame to carry?

I'm not ashamed.

Right.
You're not ashamed.

You're just not
all that brave.

And then
when you are brave,

it's not
that you were brave,

it's that everyone else
is a coward.

Do you know how many men
would like to try drag

but can't let themselves?
It wasn't drag.

It was
"Rocky Horror Picture Show."

Do you know how few
gay firefighters, gay cops,

gay soldiers will ever
come out of the closet?

Do you know
how few human beings

will tackle the men
who are beating their wives?

You are brave.
You are fierce.

And your pet rabbit

is just a guy
figuring things out.

He's not on your level.

Doesn't make him a monster.
Doesn't make him a coward.

It makes you
extraordinary.

♪♪

I'm sorry.
I'm just, uh...

♪♪

I'm sad Rigo died.

♪♪

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

You're in the club.

Which one?

Changing careers
midstream club.

[ Chuckles ]

I might be the president
of that club.

Oh, I am definitely
the president.

I mean, you can be my VP.

Haven't we had enough
male presidents already?

Hmm.
True. Okay, I'll --
I'll be your VP.

[ Chuckles ]

Uh, how many careers
have you had?

Only the two.

Unless you count
bartending,

which I did
for most of my twenties.

How many careers for you?

Oh, a lot. A lot.

But I found a way to
pull them all together.

Ah, I heard.

The whole department's
talking about your, uh, DRT.

Oh, PRT.

It's the, uh,
Physician Response Team.

Mm, surgery on the side
of the road.

Exactly.

Incredible.
[ Chuckles ]

You miss fighting fires?

Yes. Yes.

And there's nothing to say
I can't do it if I'm needed.

But, you know...

You have a finely
honed skill set

that was going to waste.

Exactly
what my wife said.

Hmm.

Yeah, she wishes
you still worked

in a safe, quiet hospital.

Oh, very much, yes.

I get that.

I married
a firefighter once.

I wouldn't ever
do it again.

Really?

Even thought you were
a firefighter yourself?

When I was fighting fires,
I was always thinking

about the people
I was saving.

But when my husband
was fighting fires --

"Was"?
Divorced, not dead.

When he was fighting fires,
I was always worried about him.

It's a sickening feeling.

A powerless,
awful feeling.

Okay.

I'm saying to you all the things
your wife isn't saying.

Is it helpful?

Mm...

Not really.
[ Chuckles ]

Because you know
how scared she is

and you're not prepared
to change your life.

No, I -- I didchange my life.

I -- I created the PRT.

Okay.

Look, I -- I saved Rigo.
Mm.

Like, I was there
on the scene.

It was my first day
with the PRT.

And if I hadn't been there,
he never would have made it.

I mean, he wouldn't
have lived the day.
Mm.

I saved him.

You know, and then...

[ Sighs ]

And then?

He threw a clot.

Which is kinda like
God's "screw you"

to doctors like me,
with God complexes.

He was sliced open by shrapnel,
he was bleeding out,

and we used every
single thing we knew

to put him
back together.

He was up,
and he was talking.

I went to see him.
He thanked me.

We joked, we laughed.
He said it hurt to laugh.

And I left there
patting myself on the back.

And then God laughed.

Do you believe in
a punishing God?

No.

Sounds like you do.

Yeah, look, I don't --
I don't know what I believe.

I did Sunday school
when I was a kid,

and they always taught us
that God rewards the righteous

and punishes the wicked.

But the stuff I've seen since
I've been working here?

I mean, what,

is everyone wicked?

Does everyone deserve
to be punished?

Did Rigo?

Did I?

When were you punished?

My wife
was having a baby.

And then just like that...
she wasn't.

Hmm.

And my wife, she --
she is not wicked.

She just brought home
a 17-year-old foster kid.

She's like
some kind of saint.

So...it's your fault
she miscarried.

If God was
punishing the wicked...

you're the wicked?

I don't know you very well,

so I need to try
and get a handle on this

before I can decide
if you're wicked or not.

[ Chuckles ]

What's the angriest
you've ever been?

[ Siren wailing ]

Oh, man.

♪♪

[ Wailing stops ]

[ Door opens ]
[ Sniffs ]

[ Sighs, clears throat ]

♪♪

[ Police radio chatter ]

Keep your hands on the wheel,
where I can see them.

They are on the wheel, Officer.
Uh, was I speeding?

Let me see your hands!
Officer, my name is --

Okay, get out of the car
and keep your hands up!

My name is Ben Warren,
and I'm a firefighter.

Get out of the car now.

♪♪

[ Seat belt disengages ]

♪♪

[ Car console chiming ]

Now lie facedown
on the ground.

Do it!

♪♪

Now show me your ID.

Okay, I'm gonna reach
for my back pocket.

May I reach
for my back --

Show me your ID!

♪♪

♪♪

Taillight's out.

Better get that fixed.

I'm not just
a firefighter.

I'm a surgeon.

I'm a husband, man.
I'm a human being!

I am a human being,

and you just had me
lie on the ground at your feet!

[ Car door closes ]

♪♪

[ Sirens wailing ]

♪♪

Diane: How many days
did you spend

planning that cop's murder?

Oh, I had a few revenge
fantasies, I'm not gonna lie.

Good.

And what did you do?

I went home.

Hugged my wife and my son.

And then I called
the Chief of Police

and the city council,

and I reported my experience.

I requested the officer
receive suspension without pay

and the unconscious bias
training.

And then I made
a monthly donation to the ACLU.

What's the opposite
of wicked, again?

From Sunday school?

Righteous.

That's what you are.

[ Jump rope whirring ]

Diane: Hughes.

Wanna join me in
the Captain's office?

Can I go first?

I have a baby, and I've already
been away from her

for, like,
28 hours already.

I'm fine with that.

Okay.

And I don't
need an office.

Anything I need to say,
I can say in front of Vic.

I should say no to that,
but my gut says okay.

Why should you say no?

Because protocol.
Yep.

And what does your gut say?

That there's something
you want her to hear

and that's the only way
you're gonna say it.

[ Laughs ]

Yeah, your gut's wrong.

[ Grunts ]

I just want to finish
my workout.

Guns like these
don't grow on trees.

[ Chuckles ]

What's your baby's name?

Pruitt Arike Miller.

Pruitt?

-[ Sighs ]
-Yep.

Yeah, we call her Pru,
but she's named

after our old captain.

Diane: And Arike?

It's a Nigerian name.
Of the Yoruba people.

That's my mother's tribe.

It means "cherished one."

And is your mother
pleased with the name?

Well, my mother
won't meet her.

She won't meet her
because?

Because she has
a very specific idea

of how I should
live my life,

and having a baby
out of wedlock, it ain't it.

So, your mother
won't meet the baby.

What does that mean
for you?
[ Sighs ]

It means that my father
won't meet her, either.

It means that
I've disappointed them

beyond their
lowest expectations.

It means...

they're cutting me off.
What?

Sorry, what? Um...

Sorry.
I'll be quiet.

They're cutting you off
financially or emotionally?

Both.
When did they
tell you that?

Sorry. Sorry.
I'm sorry.

Hang on, just so I'm clear,
are you two friends?

Or are you a couple?

Friends.
Friends. I'm just
helping him with Pru.

And I -- I moved in,
and we take it in shifts.

It's...
You moved in?

She needed a place.
Yeah, I needed a place.

But you're just friends.
Yeah.

Why is that so hard
for everyone to believe?

[ Chuckles ]
Who's everyone?

[ Sighs ]
Her boyfriend.

My ex-boyfriend.

He broke up with me
'cause I moved in with Dean,

and he doesn't believe
there's nothing between us.

He broke up with you

because you moved in with him
without telling him

and then you moved in with me
without consulting him.

Why are you taking
his side?

I'm not taking his side.

I am your friend --

Okay.
I am.

And as your friend, it is my job
to tell you the truth,

even when you don't
want to hear it.

And I am not gonna be
your yes man

specifically because you're,
I don't know,

the closest thing to family
that I've got anymore.

I mean, I -- I have a sister,
but she's in Chicago,

and she's a lawyer,

she's working
80 hours a week.

A miserable profession
that my parents approve of.

I hate them.

You don't know them.

And I don't hate them.
I can't.

[ Sighs ]
When I was a kid,

my mother, she'd walk me
to school every morning.

And the kids, they'd,
uh -- they'd call us names

and they'd make fun of me
because we looked different

and because
she sounded different,

and she'd pull me aside.
[ Sniffs ]

She'd look me
right in my eye,

and she would say,
"We are Nigerians."

You know?
Mm-hmm.

And that...
[ Sighs ]

There's a lot of
pride in that.

And such high expectations.

So to my parents, there are
literally four careers --

a doctor, a lawyer,
a banker,

and a disappointment.

I crushed her when
I became a firefighter.

That's what
my mother said.

Those are the words
that she used.

She said I crushed her,
and I brought her so much shame,

and I couldn't understand
how my choices

could've brought her
so much shame,

and now I do.

Because it's exactly what
her choices are doing to me.

I feel so much shame.

For her.

'Cause she won't meet
my little girl.

My perfect little girl

with her perfect little fingers
and her perfect little eyes,

and my mother
won't know her.

And I don't hate my mother,
but shame on her.

Vic, I need you
in my life.

I don't want you
to move out.

Pru and I are grateful
for you every day.

But there's something
that has been on my mind

that I've been wanting to say,

and, uh, I'm not gonna
hold my tongue

just to make you happy

or because I-I need
you to stay.

Fine.

I think you
loved Jackson.

I think you sabotaged
things with him

because you feel guilty about
moving on from Ripley so fast.

And if you were my girl
and you pulled what you pulled,

I'd have ended it.

I think you should
fix things with him

because I don't want to
be the reason

why you're
brokenhearted again.

My best friend
when I was in college

was a 90-year-old

in my grandmother's
assisted-living facility.

Dean: Mm.
His name was Milton.

And way after my grandmother
didn't recognize me anymore,

uh, I would go and visit him.

Do you think that's weird?

Diane: No.

So we would -- we would
laugh and play cards,

and he would give me
excellent advice about my life

because my parents
were always working,

so I couldn't
ask them for much.

So, when Milton died,
I cried a lot for a while,

and then I made
a new best friend.

I didn't feel guilty
for moving on from him.

You think I should've?

No.

And when my fiancé died...
not that long ago...

I don't feel guilty

for moving on so fast.

I feel relief

from the unbearable pain
of losing him.

Do you think that
makes me...wrong?

Or bad? Or shallow?

Do you think it does?

No.

Then no.

I didn't sabotage it
with Jackson.

I just didn't ask
his permission

before I moved in
with a friend.

And I think
you're a little backwards

for thinking
I should have.

And I won't move out
because you told me your truth,

but I hope you won't
kick me out

for telling you
your truth is stupid.

[ Inhales sharply ]
Okay.

I feel better.

Thanks for the therapy.

I feel better.

Sorry about your parents.

[ Sighs ]

Diane: When we fall in love
with our friends,

we often try to fix them up
with other people.

It's common.

But be careful.

Okay, I'm -- I'm sorry.

What -- What are --
What's --

If you tell her
you love her too soon,

you could blow
the whole thing.

And for the record,

my gut is never wrong.

Dr. Lewis, why do you
think I did it?

Why do you think
I broke the code

and lost even my own
self-respect?

Only you know
the answer to that.

I'm interested
in your take.

We got one hour
together, Jack.

I would be irresponsible
to presume to --

Dr. Lewis,
you're a firefighter.

You think fast.
You have a take.

Even after just one hour.

Give me your take.

[ Inhales sharply ]

You had a family for one year
when you were a kid.

You had a dad and a mom
and a sister and a brother,

and I'm picturing
a white picket fence.

You did years alone

on the streets,
in group homes.

And then for one shining year,
you got the opposite.

You got a family.

For the first and only
time in your life.

Until you joined
this family.

A fire took your family
away from you back then.

So your body is wired
for that particular pattern.

Comfort and love
are followed

by sudden and shocking loss
and loneliness.

Eva was the fire,
and I burned down the family.

This family is
still alive, Jack.

But Rigo isn't.

Look, trauma wires us
for certain patterns,

and until we name them
and heal them,

we'll find ways
to relive them,

which, in my humble
and limited estimation,

is why you broke
the code.

But it's not why Rigo died.

By all accounts,
Rigo didn't follow orders.

His own psychology got him
in the end, not yours.

Take care
of yourself, Jack.

I'm here if you want to
talk more.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Knock on door ]

[ Door opens ]

So, lay it on me,
Dr. Lewis.

How are we doing
as a house?

I'm not looking for
confidential information.

I just want to know
how everyone's taking Rigo.

How are you taking Rigo?

I put Rigo and Jack
together that day.

They wouldn't have been
at each other's throats

if I'd made
a different call.

Well, I can't divulge what's
been discussed in session,

but I can tell you, that's not
your team's narrative.

I'm a horrible person.

Because you believed
your team

when they said they could
handle their issues in house?

Because a man died
and all I care about

is how it reflects on me.

Eyes forward.
Hm?

That's the rule
that was pounded into me.

Eyes forward
at all times.

The only thing that
matters is the finish line.

I think about dying.

Since Rigo?

Since I was 12.

It soothes me.
When I can't sleep.

When I'm anxious.

I think about dying,
and then I can fall asleep.

Eyes forward at all times.
It's exhausting.

I'm exhausted.

Is it a suicidal impulse?

Do you seriously consider
hurting yourself?

No. No, it's...

You know, it's an escape.

When I was little,

I would fly all over the country
for track meets,

and I would look down
at the clouds,

and they looked
like a bed.
Mm.

You know,
they looked so soft.

Like nothing could
hurt inside those clouds.

Like I could sleep in.
Like I could rest.

Like I could...love,

if I could just
jump into those clouds.

Truth is, I'm a little bit
jealous of Rigo right now.

♪ I never mind ♪

Who taught you
eyes forward?

♪ About bothering you ♪

My father.

Have you considered the
possibility that he was wrong?

♪ I'm trying to decide
if I'll bother with you ♪

Maya, isn't it possible,

with everything else
you've accomplished,

that you could learn
to let yourself rest and sleep

and love in this life

instead of waiting for death
to set you free?

♪ Wish me a wonder
and wish me to sleep ♪

♪♪

♪ You don't have to wander
to hear when I speak ♪

♪ There is nothing I've got
when I die that I keep ♪

♪ It's amazing ♪

[ Knock on door ]

♪ First of a thousand... ♪

Mrs. Vasquez, I know I didn't
know Rigo all that well,

but I just -- I wanted to say
that, uh, I'm so sorry.

♪ It's only beginning,
it's swallowing us ♪

We are...so sorry.

♪ Somebody said
it's unspeakable love ♪

I don't want to be
a widow.

I don't want to
never see my husband again.

I don't want this.

I...

I don't want this food.

♪ You lift that burden
off of me ♪

♪♪

♪ You lift that burden
off of me ♪

Marsha: Who's there?

Uh, Seattle
Fire Department.

[ Door handle rattles ]

Yes? Is there a gas leak
or something?

Oh, no, ma'am.
I, uh...

I brought you
groceries.

You did what, now?

I thought you might
be hungry.

I'm Jack Gibson.

I-I was here when your --
your tree burnt down.

I put it out.

Oh, holy hell,
that was a night.

[ Chuckles ] Yeah.
It was.

You put it out?

I did.

You brought me groceries?

I did.

[ Chuckles ]

That's awful nice of you.

Come on in.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Lightning Dust's
"When It Rains" plays ]

-[ Laughs ]
-That's dope. Alright.

Hey! Hey, y'all got room
for one more?

Hey! Yes, sir.
[ Laughs ]
Yeah!

Sir? How old
do you think I am?

Alright, yes, Ben.

Alright, that's better.

♪ But all you ever get
is bad advice ♪

Oh!
Oh. Oh!

Right back.

I'm going, I'm g--

-Oh!
-No way! [ Laughs ]

♪ Take another turn ♪

-What you got?
-[ Laughs ]

-Oh!
-Oh!

♪ It's time to
celebrate our weakness ♪

You know,
I was thinking...

Hmm?

Uh, could you take
some days off?

Could we try
to go somewhere?

I thought
you have to work.

♪ Let it rain ♪

I have some
personal days saved up.

How many?

Uh...

Like a hundred, maybe?

[ Laughs ]

I-I don't take days off.
But...

♪ What is found ♪

But I would like to try.

Yes.

Yeah?
Yes!

Really?
♪ Traded in like
a baseball card ♪

♪ I don't want to feel bitter ♪

♪ I don't want to grow hard ♪

♪ Let's celebrate what
we've done so far ♪

♪ Instead of what comes next
always ripping at our hearts ♪

[ Pru cooing ]

♪ When it rains ♪

♪ Let it rain down hard ♪

♪ 'Cause when
your shadow drowns ♪

♪ You'll be surprised
what is found ♪

♪ When it rains ♪

♪ Let it rain down hard ♪

♪ 'Cause when we shed our lies ♪

♪ You got no place to hide ♪

♪ 'Cause when we shed our lies ♪

♪ You got no place to hide ♪

♪♪

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