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Hey, what's up?

- Dad, are you on your way?
- No, not yet.

I have a quick errand I need to run.

Could you please pick up some limes?

Yeah, yeah. Sure, I can do that.
Anything else?

Nope, that's it.
All right, I'll see you soon.

Okay.

I got you, you son of a bitch.

Welcome back, New York.

Thought I heard you stirring.

Billy? It was you?

Hey, hey, hey, whoa, whoa.

Take it easy, all right?

Before you go casting aspersions,

I am not the one who
gave you that goose egg.

I am, however, the one

who dragged your ass out of
the fire, brought you back here.

How did you know
I was in that warehouse?

'Cause you told me, numb nuts.

Remember?

I was the one that told you
it was a bad idea?

- You're right, I did.
- Put that on your head.

Somebody ought to put a leash on you.

Did you see who did it to me?

No. Just you laid out to roast.

Oh, come on.

It could've been more than
two seconds between you.

- How'd you miss him?
- I don't know, Owen.

It was a big damn warehouse.

Also, you're welcome, by the way.

Where's my phone?
I need to call the police.

Why?

Because I was attacked, by an arsonist.

And I can prove it.

The only thing you have proof of

is that you were breaking and entering

and you got yourself bonked on the head.

You report this, the eye of the law

turns its unblinking gaze
right onto you, and to me.

Yeah, well, that's a chance
I'm willing to take.

What if I'm not? Damn it,
Strand, I already told you,

if I get suspended or fired,
I lose my medical.

Right now that's a death sentence.

Yeah, well, this is different
because I have proof.

I have pictures on my phone
of the counterfeit breaker box

he used to burn the warehouse down.

- Now where's the phone?
- Pictures that you took

without any witnesses
while committing a crime.

Y-You see how this plays?

If I were you, I-I'd delete those.

Where the hell is my phone, Billy?

All right, c-calm down.

It's right here.

You already reported
this serial arsonist once,

- got nowhere. What...
- _

What makes you think that this
time's gonna be any different?

Uh... I-I... I got to get out of here.

- Uh, is my car here?
- Yeah.

W-What's going on?

Do you have any limes?

I got the limes.

You're two hours late. I
called you, like, ten times.

- Where were you?
- I know, I'm so sorry.

I got caught in traffic

on MoPac and then my
phone went dead. I...

Why were you on MoPac?

I could not find limes anywhere.

Cinco De Mayo. Everywhere was out.

I finally found a place off of Windsor.

Oh, thank you so much for
going through the trouble, Owen.

This is my mother, Andrea.
And you know my dad.

It is a pleasure to finally
meet you, Andrea.

You, too, but we kiss in this family.

Hey, bring it. Let's go.

- Good to see you again, Owen.
- You too, Gabriel.

Have a seat. I'll
make you a warm plate.

Uh, can I get you something to drink,

- a margarita or a beer?
- Uh, a beer.

A beer would be great, thanks.

Well, um, I know you probably
hear it all the time,

but you have raised a fantastic son.

We're very proud, to be sure.

It's a tribute to who you
must have been as parents.

So is TK. We couldn't be happier
the boys are together.

Here you go, Dad.

Um, why do you smell like that?

- Like what?
- Smoke.

I don't smell like smoke.

Is it just me or does he
smell like a campfire?

I suppose a little, yeah.

It must have been from when
I went into that big fire I...

uh, see this is the thing about
having organic shampoos.

You can't get the smell...

...out of your, out of your hair.

And I-I think it's probably

still coming out of my...
out of my pores.

Are you talking about that
textile fire over on Pecos?

Yeah, you heard about it?

You going all hero mode? I did.

But I also heard that you
reported it as an arson.

I did. Nobody took it seriously.

I did.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Between us, the Rangers
have been looking

at several suspicious fires

over the last year that we
believe might be connected.

- So you think it could be serial?
- Unofficially.

Well, I'm glad I'm not the only one.

So, you have any idea who's behind it?

No. We still don't have
concrete evidence

that they're arson.

I do have a theory, though.

Do you mind sharing it?

I believe he's one of yours.

You think a firefighter
could be behind it?

Well, do the math.
It would take someone

of exceptional skill to do all this

- and still fly under the radar.
- Dad, should I make you

- a tinfoil hat while I'm here?
- Ha-ha. There is precedent.

Most notorious arsonist
in California history

- was a fire captain.
- He's right.

- John Orr.
- Serial arson

is often triggered by some
sort of traumatic life event.

So we're looking at anybody
who's been laid off,

divorced, or had a major
illness around the new year.

Do you have anybody
that fits that profile?

Uh, well, like I said,
it's just a theory.

But if you think of anybody
who does, you let me know.

Yeah.

You'll be my first call.

Yeah, come on in, Cap.

Thanks for letting me come over so late.

I hope I'm not putting you guys out.

No, no.

Grace went to bed
about an hour or so ago,

I've just been playing
video games, so...

What's going on?

I need a drink first.

Oh, boy. Okay, it's that bad, huh?

It's worse.

Billy was the only one that
I told about the arsons.

And nobody else knew

I was gonna be at the warehouse tonight.

So what are you, what
are you saying to me?

That he clubbed you over the head,

just to save your life later?

- Why would he do that?
- To gain my trust.

To make sure that I didn't go
to the police with evidence.

Cap, I really, really hope
that you don't just expect me

to stand here and nod along
while you accuse my friend

of 17 years of being some
sort of a serial arsonist.

I'm not accusing anybody
tonight; I-I came here

for you to convince me that I'm wrong.

But it all adds up.

He's got the experience,
he's got nothing but time

and freedom on his hands.

Man, don't put this stuff in my head.

Look, Billy would never.

He's a good man.

He's also capable of spectacular
acts of deception,

or have you forgotten that he
tried to steal my firehouse?

No, of course I haven't.
That's-that's different.

That's... Look, that
was personal, all right?

This is evil.

Plus the guy can hardly
stand up half the time

with all the treatment that
they've been giving him.

Yeah, well, he carried me
out of that warehouse

just fine tonight.

Oh...

Gabriel and the Texas Rangers
say that the serial arsonist

probably suffered some
sort of traumatic life event

that made them want to
lash out at the world.

Doesn't that sound like Billy?

It also sounds like you.

Look, Billy's cancer came
back five months ago.

I know, it was right after Christmas.

The fires started ten days later.

You can't prove anything, okay?

That's circumstantial. You...

- You don't know.
- No, and I don't want to accuse

an innocent man,
particularly a sick one.

- And who just saved your hide.
- Exactly.

I don't think you have a choice.

So... um, I don't mean
to interrupt, sweetheart,

but, Captain Strand,
you have to report this.

Now, I don't want to believe it, either,

but if you're wrong,

then the truth will be on Billy's side.

But if you're right?

Then you got to stop him
before he kills somebody.

Is all this cloak-and-dagger
really necessary?

I'm due to testify in
Pflugerville in 30 minutes.

Well, believe me, this one's
worth going off the beaten path.

Well, you said you had
something big on the phone,

so what is it?

You remember that serial arsonist
Strand told you about?

Ah, this again?

He's real, Investigator.

You hear about the warehouse fire

- last night in Round Rock?
- Yeah.

I took these ten minutes
before it burned down.

My God. Is that...

Afraid so.

Your arsonist is Owen Strand.

Buttercup, no.

No begging, boy.

Okay, but don't tell Cap, okay?

Good boy.

Hello, sir. Detective Brice, Austin PD.

We have a warrant to
search the premises.

I think you guys must
have the wrong address.

All right folks, we are
looking for wire cutters,

ignition devices, circuit breakers,

ethanol-based gel fuels.

Wait. Can you guys at least
wipe your feet? Cap is very...

Never mind.

- Where's the photographer?
- Yo!

I need a forensic photographer now.

Will somebody tell me
what this is about?

Freeze!

Hands, hands! On your knees!

- Get down!
- Get on the ground!

Get him up.

Owen Strand, you are under arrest

for criminal trespass, reckless
destruction of property,

aggravated assault and arson.

You got to be kidding me.

Two days ago you didn't
believe there was an arsonist.

Yeah, well, we believe you now.

No, I'm telling you, it was like

a full-on raid, it was like
something out of Scarface.

They ransacked the place.

- Why the hell were they even there?
- I don't know.

They wouldn't tell me anything.

They can't do that, can they?

You see what the police
took out of his house?

Not much. Some charred
lamps, extension cords,

some jars with some liquid.

Wait. Jars of liquid?

- What kind of liquid?
- No idea.

Oh, and they took, like, this
big burned woodwork thing

that I guess he was keeping
behind the garage.

How big are we talking?

Uh, it was like yea high, yea wide.

So maybe he was building
a shelf or something.

It would have been
a pretty crappy shelf.

Maybe that's why he burned it.

I'm gonna try him again.

And Cap never talked to
you about any of this?

None of it.

Yeah, but why would he keep it a secret?

I have an idea.

It's going to voice mail again.

Dad, please call us back.

- We're starting to get worried.
- Uh, TK.

Ah, babe, thank God you're here.

Something's going on with my dad
and we don't know where he is.

- We should talk in private.
- Okay.

TK...

your father was taken
into custody this morning.

What do you mean, custody?

It means he's been arrested.

Arrested? For what?

I don't know all the details, but...

it looks like arson.

Th-That's wrong. That's-that's...

I mean, it has to be a mistake.

He-he reported an arson
and nobody believed him.

Well, except for your dad.
Carlos, call your dad,

and he'll clear everything up, right?

TK...

it was the Texas Rangers
that served the warrant.

My dad was the arresting officer.

What?

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

He's out of his mind if he thinks

my dad is an arsonist, Carlos.

TK, we don't have all the facts.

- What is that supposed to mean?
- Just what I said.

We don't know what's going on here,

but I do know my father, and
he would never make an arrest

- without a good reason.
- And I know mine, and he's not a criminal.

I didn't say he was.

Yeah, but your dad is, and it
seems like you're defending him.

I mean, come on, how does he not know

that he's got the wrong man?

He was with him for
three hours last night.

What are we talking about?

More like an hour.

Your dad was two hours late. Remember?

He was stuck in traffic
getting your stupid limes.

There was no pileup on MoPac last night.

- I called Dispatch.
- You checked up on my dad's story?

Only because it were starting
to feel like a story.

Really? So, are you saying it now? Hmm?

You saying my dad's a criminal, Carlos?

Are you saying my dad's a criminal?

Whose side are you on?

Answer me, man! Let go of me!

Babe. Listen to me, okay? Listen to me.

Okay? You need to calm down, all right?

- Okay?
- Carlos...

Leave me alone, Carlos.

- Leave me... alone.
- Carlos.

I think you need to go.

Before we start,

I want to make sure you
know we're recording this.

And to remind you of your right

to an attorney.

I've got nothing to hide.

Out of respect to our relationship...

and our sons'... I'm gonna
pay you the courtesy

of not playing any games
with you, Captain.

Well, that's very considerate

- of you, Major.
- What does he mean by that,

their sons' relationship?

I believe they're a couple.

I've got you dead to rights

torching that warehouse. I already knew

your alibi sucked when you
were two hours late for dinner.

I told you I had stops to make.

Right. The limes.

I went by that grocery
store on Windsor Road.

There's no security footage
of you ever being there.

But you know where I do have footage?

I have you in living color
buying accelerants,

wire cutters, crimping tools

and a bunch of other suspicious supplies

at a hardware store last week.

At your house, we found a...

a little arsonist workshop.

Oh. And counterfeit circuit breakers,

which we now know were used in the, uh,

original warehouse arson.

This informant that provided you

with this treasure trove

of circumstantial evidence against me

wouldn't happen to be
Billy Tyson, would it?

They're called
"confidential informants" for a reason.

The reason I have this stuff

in my house is, I was
trying to figure out

how the arsonist did it.

The only person I told was Billy.

So he's pointing the finger at me

'cause he knows I'm onto him!

He's your arsonist.

He's playing you.

I'm the one

that reported a serial arsonist

to Investigator Raymond.

Why would I do that if it were me?

That's a fair question.

Because nobody
was noticing your work.

Arsonists tend to suffer
from delusions of grandeur.

You all don't like being ignored.

What...

grandeur would I be after

by lighting a warehouse on fire
that I'd already torched once?

Why would I do it?

Maybe because you have access

to APD's missing person reports.

What are you talking about?

APD recently started getting calls

about a migrant who disappeared

named Jorge Cortez

from his family in Honduras.

They claim he was working at
that warehouse under the table.

I think you caught wind of it

and were worried that the body
might still be somewhere inside.

So you went back to finish the job.

Well, we found it...

in a crawlspace.

He died...

during your first fire there.

You see?

You're not just a firebug
now, Captain Strand.

You're a murderer.

What the heck you think this is, boy?

I'll put it with the salad stuff.

Hey, anybody home?

Hey, buddy.

Dude, you scared me. For a second

I thought more stormtroopers
were coming through that door.

Sorry, dude. I should have texted you.

I, um, I can't go home
to Carlos's, obviously.

And I, uh...

I wasn't, um...

I'm kind of going out of
my mind right now, Mateo.

I get it, bro. I am, too.

- Is it cool if I stay here tonight?
- It's your house.

- Take your room.
- No, that room's yours now.

I'm not even sure if I have one anymore.

You always will here.

Besides, there's, like,
two guest bedrooms.

So we're good.

God, man,

- look at this place.
- I know. I was trying

to clean up before Cap came home.

If Cap comes home.

I was just at the station and...

they wouldn't even let me see him.

Sorry, man.

That sucks.

But hey, he's gonna be okay.

What makes you so sure?

'Cause he's Cap.

He's just the latest in the
long line of superheroes

that's been falsely accused.

Thor. Daredevil.

Spider-Man. A couple times.

It's when all hope is lost,

they end up pulling one final epic move

and end up on top.

Yeah, look...

I'm feeling pretty lost right now, man.

His moment's coming. You'll see.

Can I ask you something?

What is this?

It's a pasta cutter.

Ah...

Yeah, I see it now. Okay.

Investigator Raymond.

Reyes has you pitching
relief for him, huh?

What are you doing?

I need to make sure this
conversation stays between us.

You don't have a lot of time here.

Reyes is already planning
his big press conference

about the biggest arson
bust this side of John Orr.

I know this looks bad,
but I didn't do it.

It doesn't look bad.

It looks damning.

A little too damning.

Especially for someone
as intelligent as you.

I was framed.

Okay? You should be
looking at Billy Tyson.

He is the one behind this.

He does seem very determined
to make sure you go down.

Practically put a bow
on the top of your head.

Yeah, of course he did.
He fits the profile.

Big ego.

Feels powerless. A loner.

Has the ability to pull it
off. I know he did it.

Doesn't matter if you know it;
it matters if you can prove it.

Listen to me, Owen. Is there anything

that you didn't tell Reyes
about this arsonist?

Any information that you withheld...

now's the time.

- Like what?
- Any thread that...

I could follow back to Billy.

Are there any fires
that you believe he set

that so far have not been revealed.

Maybe.

Tell me,

and maybe I can try tying him to one.

How do I know this
isn't some sort of play

that you're running with Reyes?

I give you more arsons, and
you add on more charges.

Reyes doesn't run any plays with anyone

without a Ranger star.

I am your only hope, Owen.

There might have been some
more incidents that I...

wanted to look into.

Where? How many?

Investigator Raymond.

A word, please.

Are you seriously talking to my witness

without me present?

And the cameras turned off?
What the hell are you thinking?

I'm thinking that you
have tunnel vision.

I don't know if you're locked
onto Strand because you know

it's gonna make headlines, or
because you don't like the fact

that his boy is dating your son,
which you should have disclosed

to me, by the way.

- How is that any of your business?
- It becomes my business

when I see you ignoring

all other possibilities of
who could have done this.

There are no other possibilities.

Not anymore.

Trouble in paradise?

There's trouble, all right.

It's all coming your way.

Turns out there was a vagrant
living in that warehouse,

not 50 feet from the point
of origin of the fire.

He had a perfect vantage
to see you start it.

Come on, man.

I've seen better bluffs
at charity poker night.

No, I never bluff. Don't need to.

Then why are you just now
telling me about this witness?

'Cause he was so injured in the fire,

I didn't think he was gonna make it.

He's been in surgery all night,

but his doctors are optimistic

he's gonna pull through now.

And when he wakes,

he's gonna identify you as the arsonist,

and you'll have no
more cards left to play.

But you confess now, and
we can talk to the judge

about reducing your sentence.

You can pound sand.

'Cause when he wakes up,
he's gonna exonerate me.

Oh, what? Second thoughts?

I know you've been working very closely

in this investigation with Billy Tyson.

Just wondering...

Did you share this new good news

about this witness with him?

Hey, Judd, um...

What, you've never heard of a telephone?

Sorry, I'm just on my way out.

Or you can come in.

Uh, Billy...

You know I look up to you.

You know, you trained me up
from when I was a probie.

You gave bar none...

the best toast at my wedding.

I appreciate that.

Uh, actually, I had Harkes help me

punch it up a little bit,
God rest his soul.

Yeah, God rest his soul.

And you and I are the
only two surviving members

of the original 126, after
that terrible night, right?

And I love you. I love you.

Like a brother.

Well...

Hey, buddy, I-I feel the same way.

I'd love to sit here
and play "remember when",

- but it's not a good time.
- Yeah, and that's why I couldn't see it.

At first, right?

I couldn't see it, and
now I can't look away.

Because I know it was you, Billy.

I know that you sold out the Cap.

And you did it for crimes that you done.

You have no idea what
you're talking about.

Don't lie to me, snake.
Don't you lie to me.

You set the fires,

and you broke my heart.

You want to hit me?

Think that will make you feel better?

Go ahead.

Otherwise, get your damn hands off me.

Yeah, it did make me feel better.

Get out of my house.

I don't know if it was your
cancer that changed you,

or maybe I never really knew you.

Either way, I don't care.

Me and you are done. We are done.

Freeze!

Hands in the air.

Drop it. Now.

Bag the syringe.

Take it straight to the lab.

Dennis Raymond, you're under arrest.

Nicely played, Reyes.

I didn't do it alone.

I always knew it would be you.

Yeah?

Did you feel it in your gut?

Oh, and you're wrong.

I love that my boy's with his kid.

Likewise.

Hey, speaking of the boys,

they are gonna be pissed
that we left them in the dark.

Yeah, I would imagine so.

Well, one thing's for sure.

The Reyes and the Strand
family make a good team.

Dude is just creepy.

Yeah, he is.

Comfortable in here?

Want me to get you a coffee or a soda?

No, water's fine. Thanks.

Sure I can't get you something to eat

from the vending machine?

Might be in here a little while.

I'm not six years old.

If I didn't intend to talk to you,

a candy bar wouldn't incentivize me.

Is the Wi-Fi working on that?

As far as I'm aware.

Good.

So you know,

I assumed it was probably a trap.

At the hospital.

And yet...

you went in anyway.

I didn't have a choice.

Really? How you figure that?

Play out the logic, Major.

Either you were telling the truth,

and I had to kill the witness,

or you were lying.

And if you were lying,

it would only be because
you were onto me.

And if that was the case, then, uh...

it was only a matter of time
before you caught me.

So...

I had nothing to lose.

Then I'm glad you made
the logical choice.

So how long has it been?

That you were onto me?

Oh, I've had my suspicions
for a few months.

You were denied the
promotion in October.

Your wife died after Christmas.

You fit the profile.

Problem was, you were too damn good.

The only way to get any dirt on you

was to play a little dirty myself.

So, the arrest of Strand
was just pure theater

to get me to let my guard down.

He approached me the night before,

came clean about being
attacked in the warehouse,

right before the fire started.

He suspected it was Billy Tyson, but...

- I knew better.
- Yeah.

Thanks again for that, by the way.

You're very welcome.

So, Billy played Judas...

reached out to me

to blame Strand for my own deeds.

That is impressive sleight of hand.

Especially for you.

I'll try to take that as a compliment.

Now, for those deeds of yours.

If you wouldn't mind,

I'd like you to walk me through them.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

Getting a little ahead of
our skis, aren't we, Major?

I thought you said you
intended to talk to me.

I do.

But not just to you.

No.

I want to talk to Owen Strand.

Looks like you're on, New York.

Hello, Dennis.

Hello again, Captain Strand.

All right, your
guest of honor is here.

Are we happy?

We are very happy.

Well, I gave you what you asked for.

Now it's my turn to
ask for a few things.

When I'm good and ready, Major.

First, I have a question for Owen.

Sure. What do you want to know?

How did you do it?

How did you figure out my exact M.O.?

Down to the frayed lamps
and fake circuit breakers?

I just got lucky, I guess.

No. Don't. Don't do that.

Don't condescend to me.

Did-did he tell you to do that
to make me feel smart?

I don't need anyone to feel smart.

I know that you're clever, Owen.

You don't have to hide it from me.

Okay.

I figured it out

because it's exactly the way
I would have done it.

See?

I knew you had darkness in you, too.

Now, I asked you a question,

when you were the one...

...wearing the bracelets.

Do you remember what it was?

"How many fires did the arsonist set?"

That's the one.

Now let's see how good you really are.

Eleven.

You really are bright,

which, frankly, takes the sting

out of sitting on
this side of the table.

11 is so close.

So close?

So there's more?

There's more.

All right, so...

how many fires did you burn?

How many did I burn? 11.

But the question was:
how many did I set?

Which is a few more.

You two think
you're smarter than me?

You're nowhere near my level.

And now everyone is going to find out.

What are you talking about?

You took the most important
thing in the world from me.

And now I am going to repay the favor.

It's funny.

When you're trying to
avoid getting caught...

...your options are so limited.

But when you don't...

...well, you can really get creative.

Take aluminum iodine powder.

You can grind it to the
consistency of table salt,

sprinkle it almost anywhere.

And you know what happens
when you immerse it in water?

Look out!

Whoa!

Get the door, open the door!

We need an ambulance!

_

Cool.

Cap?

Judd, Judd, listen to me.

I need you to evacuate
the firehouse right now.

- What's going on?
- I don't have time to explain.

The real arsonist just killed himself,

and I think he might've
left us a parting gift.

Wait. You mean, like, at the firehouse?

- How is that possible?
- I don't know.

But he said he was
gonna try to take away

everything that was important to me.

The 126 is high on that list.

All right, on it, Cap.
I'm-a clear it out.

- Everything okay?
- No.

I need y'all to help me evacuate
this place right away.

Hey, I need everybody out!

- Everybody get out of here!
- Come one, people, move!

Go across the street. Evacuate
the building right now.

- This is not a drill. Come on.
- This is Acting Captain Ryder.

I need everybody to
stop what you're doing.

Evacuate across the street,

- and wait for me to give further orders.
- Come on.

- Let's go.
- Evacuate the premises now.

- That's a direct order.
- TK, come on, let's go.

Keep it moving!

Paul, is everybody out of there?

All clear, Captain.

_

Bomb squad found
two devices in the bunkroom.

One in Owen's locker and another
one under the kitchen sink.

- So how bad is the house?
- Well, it's not good.

There was significant
damage to the upstairs.

The fire spread through the base,

and the house is gonna be closed

for a minute until they can get
a building inspectors in there.

- At least nobody got hurt.
- Yeah, thank God.

And now you have a snow day
to kick it with the crew.

Oh, no. No, sir.

I am not staying here; I stopped
by to say hey to Gracie

on my way home.

No, I feel guilty enough as it is

being out as long as I have.

You have nothing to feel guilty about

and you will do no such thing.

You deserve a little hang-time
with your friends.

Just do me a favor,

try not to, uh, get kidnapped,
shot at or exploded.

Well, I already have all three of those

on my bingo card this year.

Yeah. Hence my request.

I love you, husband.

Love you too, wife.

And don't forget to eat something.

Hey, babe. Hope you came hungry.

Just put the chicken in the oven.

What is this? You...

You didn't have to do all this.

If my boyfriend's firehouse
is going to blow up

in the middle of a shift,
I'm gonna make the most of it.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Listen. About the other
blow-up at the firehouse…

TK, we agreed.

Nobody has to apologize.

Our dads did what they had to do.

We were collateral damage.

But seriously, since when have our dads

become world-class con artists?

My dad's spent 40 years going
after thieves and scammers,

so I guess some of that rubbed off.

So then, what's my dad's excuse?

Dude.

I'm just saying,

if you're truly sorry about
knocking my block off,

maybe you should just give me
naming rights to your firstborn.

- Mm-hmm.
- Uh, what if it's a girl?

What, you never heard

of Billie Holiday?

Billie Eilish?

You don't even know who
Billie Eilish is, Billy.

And...

No. Hell no.

If it's a girl, it's gonna be
named after her godmother.

There you go. See?

- Right? Me.
- Well, how about we let me give birth first,

and then we pick back up on this?

Hey, buddy, if that bourbon's
too spicy for you,

I think I saw a wine
cooler in the fridge.

Yeah, Cap,

you've been nursing on that for hours.

If you don't like it,

it ain't gonna hurt my feelings.

No, I'm just thinking about
the attack on the firehouse.

Yeah, a little property damage.
Get some new windows,

new paint, drywall.

She'll be good as new.

He's right.

We dodged a bullet today.

Or about five IEDs.

Yeah, but here's what's bugging me.

He said there'd be a few
more fires. That was one.

The guy only had, like, what,

- five hours to set them?
- Yeah, and he was

out of the firehouse within two hours.

What'd he do with the other three hours

before he showed up at the hospital?

Oh, you think he made another stop?

I just can't help thinking
that the firehouse

was a diversion from the real thing.

So what's the main event?

I don't know.

But right before he killed himself,

he said he would take away
what was most important to me.

Oh, you thought he said that to you?

Where I was sitting, it looked
like he was talking to Reyes.

He was talking to us both.

What's up with this thing?

It's been acting up all day.

I called the company.
They're coming tomorrow.

Come on, let's go to bed.

Uh, just give me a second.

Are you gonna make me twist your arm?

- Hmm?
- Please do.

- Come on, come on, pick up.
- This is TK.

Come on.

This is TK. Leave a
message. I'll hit you back.

TK, it's me, call me right back.

It's an emergency.

We're getting reports

of a possible structure fire.

540 Lynwood Avenue.

- That's the address, right?
- Yeah.

Grace must've gotten
through to dispatch.

House 129, please respond.

Why the hell are they sending 129?

They... They're halfway across town.

Because the 126 is closed,

which is exactly the way
Raymond wanted it.

Babe. Babe. You smell that?

- Smell what?
- Smoke.

I smell it, too.

Hey, hey. Get back, get back, get back.

Get back inside. Get back inside.

We got to close the door.

Carlos, call 911, hang a towel
outside the window

- so they know where we are.
- Okay.

Okay. This is gonna
buy us a few minutes.

Hey. Where's your fire extinguisher?

- Under the kitchen sink.
- You don't have one up here?

- No.
- Okay, it's okay. Oh!

- Carlos, get down!
- This can't be happening.

- Oh, my God.
- Watch out!

Oh, God.

Hey. The window. How far down
do you think that drop is?

Uh, 20, 25 feet?

That's our only shot. Come on.

You go first, I'll be right behind you.

Look, look, look. Hey.

If we don't... If we...

Hey. I love you, too.

Okay? Now go.

- Go. Go, go, go.
- Okay. Okay.

Hey, guys! Follow me!

- Dad!
- Come on! Come on! Come with me!

Put these over your faces!

- Do not touch the walls on the way down!
- Go, go, go!

Stay close!

Hey, hurry up!
Let's go. This whole place

- is about to flash over! Let's go!
- Come on, move. Stay close.

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

Judd, we got 'em.
Come on. We're all out.

Let's go. Let's go!

We're fine, Dad.

Yes, sir. I'll see you soon.

Love you, too.

He on his way?

Don't think I've ever heard
him sound so upset before.

Yeah.

Carlos?

How are you doing?

I'm good.

Really, I...

I didn't think we were
gonna make it out.

I should have had an
extinguisher in the bedroom.

I'm... I'm really sorry. I didn't...

- Hey, hey, hey, hey. Come here.
- I didn't...

It's okay. It's okay.

We're okay.

We're okay.

We're okay.

- Try not to scratch the blisters.
- Yeah.

- They should fully heal in a few days.
- Great. Thank you.

- Good to see you again, Holly.
- You too, Captain Vega.

- Thanks.
- I swear, New York.

I eat more smoke hanging out with you

than I ever did on duty
as a fire captain.

It's been a weird week.

Best damn week of my
year, I'll tell you that.

Billy,
I don't think I've ever seen anyone

smile so big and have so
many second-degree burns.

Well, these are the least of
my medical concerns, Vega.

If that was my last ride in,
it was a hell of a ride.

Aw, spare me the
maudlin crap, Texas.

You got a lot more rides in you.

Agreed, but to that point,

gentlemen, uh, you know, maybe
you two should go back to golf

or something a little more low-risk.

The last time we played golf together,

- he got struck by lightning.
- Damn.

No, that's right. I forgot about that.

Well, I guess you two are really
just a couple of crap magnets

then, ain't you?

Yeah, we do have a good time, though.

Yeah, I guess we do.

You two are hopeless.

Hey.

Hey, you.

You didn't have to wait up.

Oh, gosh.

So much for a night with no emergencies.

You will never guess
where I just came from.

You got a runner, babe.

Hey, babe, I'm talking to you.

Charles?

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