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We're not sure where this chase started,

but the vehicle is currently

moving west on the 710 freeway.

Whoa, that was close!

I count four LAPD vehicles in pursuit.

He's got to be going at
least 100 miles an hour.

105 in a 65 mile an hour zone.

He passed me about three miles back.

Is the suspect male?

The suspect was a blur.

Could you tell if there was anyone else

in the vehicle?

The only way we're gonna
see who's in that car

is if we get a whole lot closer.

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I'm sorry, did you say you're in the car

that the police are chasing?

Yeah, I'm the driver.
The police are chasing me!

What's your name?

It's Tony. Tony Bryson.

Okay, Tony, I'm Maddie. Can
you tell me what's going on

and why you won't pull
over for the police?

Because I can't! The
gear shifter thing broke

and now, it just keeps speeding up.

I can't stop the car. Please help!

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You think the kid's telling the truth?

I think children, as a
rule, are pathological liars.

So who knows?

But this one seems pretty scared.

15 years old, he probably

doesn't even have his learner's permit.

All right, send me
every unit you can spare.

We're gonna need to
shut down this freeway.

Tony, what's your speed right now?

100, 105.

And your foot isn't on the gas pedal?

No, I'm not touching it at all.

It's like the car's possessed.

It's like I knew I wasn't
supposed to be driving it

and it's punishing me.

Okay, and you've tried using the brake?

It didn't work. The car wouldn't stop.

It started shaking real, real bad.

I thought I was gonna crash.

There's no way that you can
shift the car into neutral?

I'm trying. I can't get it into gear.

Please help me. I can't hurt the car.

Hey, the car is not important right now.

- Only you are.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.

My dad will kill me if
anything happens to this car.

Okay, I don't think that's true.

No, he loves it more than anything.

More than me. Like, no one's

supposed to drive it.

He doesn't even drive it.

He just sits in it
listening to Phil Collins.

Okay, Tony, I'm sure that your father...

You have to find another way!

I think he's getting tired.

We may have even less
time than we thought.

Isn't there any other way to stop him?

He's going too fast for a PIT maneuver.

We could try spike
strips, but if those tires

don't hit just right,
he could lose control.

- Flip the car.
- The convertible.

Um, maybe if he aimed for the strips?

An inexperienced driver

in a car doing triple digits?

There's no way he could
hit a target that small.

But he could probably
hit something bigger.

Kid's car is moving like
a runaway freight train,

but they got a plan to slow
him down before he crashes.

- So we're on cleanup duty?
- Not exactly.

Are you insane?

That car is a 1970
Ferrari Daytona Spider!

And if he so much as
puts a scratch on it,

I swear to God, I...

Tony is already more
afraid of hurting that car

than he is of hurting himself.

Partially because he is
15, but mostly because

he thinks you love
that car more than him.

Of course I... he doesn't...

he didn't actually say that, did he?

Yes, he did.

Now, please, I need you to talk to him

and tell him he's wrong,
and I need him to believe it.

- Okay.
- We got a cruiser

coming to you now.

He's here, he's here.

Maddie, you still there?

Maddie, what's going on? Where are you?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm here.

The police are slowing down.

Why? What's happening?

- Tony, can you hear me?
- Dad?

Oh, God, Dad, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

- I really screwed up.
- No, no, it... it... it...

it's fine, son.

- You're not mad?
- Of course not.

It could happen to anybody, right?

Why aren't you mad? You love this car.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I do love the car.

I mean, it is a one-of-a-kind car, Tony.

But I mean, you're a
one-of-a-kind kid, too, right?

- Oh, my God, I'm gonna die!
- What?

That's why you're doing this.

You're just pretending not to be mad.

- I told you I'm not mad!
- No, you're totally mad!

I know it! You're just not yelling at me

because you don't want
our last words to be...

- That is not...
- I just took the car

to show my friends.

Like, they didn't believe
that some stick in the mud

- could have such a cool car...
- Stick in the mud?

It was just supposed to be fun

and now, I'm... I'm gonna die.

You're not gonna die, okay?

I may wring your neck
once I know you're safe.

So please, just shut up and listen to me

for a second, all right?

The car doesn't matter, okay?

None of it matters, Tony.

All that matters is that you
get out of there in one piece.

That's all that I care about.

Maddie says she has
a way to stop the car.

I need you need to listen to her

and then do exactly what she says, okay?

Okay. What do I do?

Okay, there's an exit coming up.

They're clearing a
stretch of Woodley Avenue.

We'll meet them there.

- How fast is he going?
- 105.

Once he gets to Woodley
Avenue, he'll hit the brakes,

hope he slows down a little.

- And that's where we come in.
- That's a vintage car.

You worried about
damaging a classic, Chim?

I'm worried about damaging a kid.

Airbags weren't standard until the '80s.

A car that old, we're lucky
it has a shoulder harness.

But if they can get
it down to 60 or 70...

I like his chances better.

What kind of crazy person
came up with this plan?

My wife.

I see him. He's taking the exit.

Kid's on the move.

Is everyone in position?

Bobby, are you ready?

I'm getting in position
on Woodley Avenue.

All right, Maddie, we're ready.

Let's do this.

- Are you ready, Tony?
- Yeah, hitting the brakes now.

Remember, constant
pressure. Don't pump them.

Slowing down.

It's shaking again. I don't like this.

No, no, no, that's okay.
That's okay, it's gonna shake.

Just stay on the brakes.

Keep the wheel straight.

What's your speed?

95, 90, 85.

80.

It's not going any lower.

Oh, my God, there's a fire truck!

What do I do? Do I go around it?

Keep going straight.

Stay right behind the truck.

Do you know where the
emergency brake is?

Uh, yeah.

Oh, the truck's slowing
down. It's getting real close.

Good, now pull the parking
brake and hit that truck.

- What?
- Hit the truck!

Help, hey, help!

We got him, Cap.

Getting the dry chem, Cap!

Tony!

- Dad?
- Is he okay?

Broken nose, a possible concussion.

Or he hit the steering wheel.

Was it just your head or your chest too?

Head.

I'm not seeing any
signs of chest trauma.

They'll do scans at the
hospital just in case.

Buddy, it's gonna be okay.

They're gonna take you to the hospital.

You'll be all right, okay?

- I'm sorry, Dad.
- It's all right.

It's just a car.

There'll be an investigation

to determine what caused
the car to malfunction.

I'd call it a loose clutch.

Looks like the gear shift
broke clean off under the boot.

Throttle must have
gotten stuck wide open

from the linkage brake.

Wait, how's the car? Can it be fixed?

Here, something to remember it by.

You know, I heard there's a Testarossa

coming up for auction soon.

What do you say we get that instead?

Does it have airbags?

Kids today.

Martinez!

I got them.

I got her. Headed down.

Baby doll factory, new record.

Most guys take the stairs.
Welcome back, Buckley.

We're not late, are we?

The guest of honor hasn't arrived yet.

I'd hate to miss an opportunity to cry.

Yeah.

Are the IVF shots taking their toll?

I feel like a human pin cushion.

A very weepy pin cushion.

So first official party at
the Grant-Nash household.

- Oh.
- I didn't think it was

gonna really happen.

Or that any of us would be invited.

See, here you go again.

I told you don't take it personally.

Then don't take it personally

that I ain't getting you guys no gift.

- And they're almost here.
- And we are almost ready.

Sorry, Bobby, no sign
of any other platters.

I saw your mom put
some stuff in the shed.

Maybe check in there.

Come on in, he's here.

Surprise!

Aw!

- Did you do this?
- Yeah.

Wow, thanks, buddy. Wow. This is great.

- It's you and me.
- Oh, and what's that?

- It's a surfboard, right?
- Oh, ho, ho, ho.

He's obsessed, yeah.

"Dear Buck, you are
an awesome firefighter.

Love, Christopher."

Very sweet, Christopher. Thank you.

All right, thank you.

Ooh, so that's your future baby daddy.

Looks a little young.

No, this photo is, like, 20 years old.

For privacy reasons, they can't

show you what he looks like now.

Yeah, and he's not a baby daddy.

He's a sperm donor.

Well, he is a cute sperm donor.

- Mm-hmm.
- And hey.

He's gonna make for a real cute kid.

- You are so sweet.
- I...

- Oh, oh, God.
- Hold me.

Ah...

Yo, I can't believe you
managed to keep this a secret.

There's cake?

- Uh, two cakes.
- Yeah.

We weren't sure how today was gonna go.

So we had another one on standby

in case you crashed and burned that said

"better Buck next time."

Aw.

Wow, you guys just gonna
get married already?

Oh, don't forget to invite us.

- Okay.
- Hey, right?

They are sending me the
paperwork in the morning

and you will officially be back.

- How's that feel?
- Oh, I'm just glad it's over.

You know, I hated not
being with you guys.

Yeah, we missed you too.

It'll be nice to have the
whole team back together.

Thanks, Cap. And I don't just mean

for the party and the cakes. Um...

Thank you for being there,

you know, for the
surgeries and the rehabs.

I, uh...

I know I wasn't always the
easiest person to be around.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, really?

- No, you weren't that bad.
- You should...

Ex-girlfriend, sorry.

Hey, she just wasn't the right fit.

- You'll find someone new.
- Sorry, I, uh...

You okay?

Yeah, I...

Buck?

Buck?

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You got lucky.

Most people who suffer

a pulmonary embolism
don't do it surrounded

by trained medical professionals.

It saved your life.

So what caused the blood clot?

Clots, plural.

There's the one that hit his lungs,

and then there's two more in his leg.

As to the cause? It's unclear.

Yeah, but he just got a clean
bill of health last week.

- This came out of nowhere.
- Did it?

No pain or tenderness in the leg?

Skin discoloration, swelling?

I thought I just pulled
a muscle or something.

Okay, I-I've been training for
my LAFD recertification test.

Well, it's not surprising.

Training hard can lead to dehydration,

which can increase the risk of clots.

Okay, um, well, great.
Look, I'm not dead.

You found the clots. When
can I get out of here?

We'll move you to a room.

Keep you on the anticoagulants.

Tomorrow, we'll run some more tests.

And then, we'll see.

Thanks, Doc.

You know what, I'm gonna go
tell everyone that you're okay.

Let them know that you're
staying awhile, all right?

When did your leg start bothering you?

Like a day or two ago.

Maddie, I-I was not
ignoring this, okay?

I-I didn't know what it was.

I thought I had a leg
cramp or something.

Yeah, well, you need to be more careful.

Because if this had
happened when you were alone,

you could have died.

But I... I didn't, okay?
I just passed out...

Yeah, just passed out
after vomiting up blood.

What?

I don't... I don't remember
that. I vomited up blood?

- At Bobby and Athena's house?
- Yeah.

- Oh, no.
- Oh, yeah.

Oh, Michael brought
the kids to his place.

He's gonna keep them tonight.

Did he say how they're doing?

Well, May's been quiet,

and Harry keeps asking if
we're sure it's not Ebola.

Well, so much for our first
party as a married couple.

Mm, well, maybe now
they'll all stop complaining

that we didn't have a wedding reception.

- Where should we start?
- Right here.

Buck says that he is
sorry about the blood

and hopes he didn't ruin anything.

Oh, I raised two kids in this house.

A little ammonia,
everything will be fine.

Just glad he's okay.

He is okay, right?

Oh, he was laser-focused
on coming back to work,

and I thought he was ready.

But now, I have to wonder.

Mm, you're worried that he's
pushing himself too hard?

Yeah.

That's what I did.
Thought I could handle it.

Lied to everybody. Ignored the pain.

I don't want him making the
same mistakes that I did.

The job means a lot, but it
shouldn't mean everything.

He's got to learn that.

Yeah, well, I understand the impulse.

Whenever I think of Harry and
May about to take a stumble,

my instinct is to throw myself

in front of them, cushion the fall.

- Well, Buck's not my kid.
- No.

But he's also not you.

Maybe he's making the
same mistakes you did.

Maybe he's not.

I mean, really, there's only
one way to find out for sure.

Just wait and see.

You got to let them grow up sometime.

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Thank God, I wasn't sure that
they were gonna send anyone.

- You the one who called?
- It's my dad, Jack.

We came to have lunch with
him. He was acting weird.

And then, Dave, that's my brother,

he noticed something on his stomach.

We tried to get a closer look,

but he kicked us out
and locked the door.

Finally! Our father is having

a medical emergency behind a locked door

that no one in this damn
place can seem to open.

The lock's not the problem.

There's something on the other side

keeping it from opening.

Your sister said that you saw something

on your father's stomach.

Uh, these marks. Like
wounds or maybe sores?

It was hard to tell.

Jack, this is LAFD. Will
you please let us in?

Not until those ungrateful
vultures stop circling!

- Dad.
- Hey.

Ungrateful? Who does he think

pays for this place?

You sold my house to pay for it!

Eddie, Chim, we're gonna have
to storm the Bastille here.

- He's acting like a child.
- I am not.

Storming the Bastille, Cap.

Copy.

He's old, Dave. And sad and lonely,

living in this place,
knowing he's dying.

Oh, wait, your father's ill?

I didn't mean "dying"
dying. I just mean...

You wish, you ungrateful brats.

He is 82.

And I'm as healthy as a horse.

- And stubborn as a mule.
- Hey, I'm your father.

You're not too old for
the back of my hand.

Okay, well, then, come on
out here and try it, old man.

My money's on you.

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Mm-mm, no. That's not a rash.

Maybe MRSA.

Have you been to a hospital recently?

Ooh, that's the
flesh-eating thing, right?

Oh, I'm gonna wash my hands.

- It's not a MRSA.
- Oh, yeah?

You sound pretty sure about that.

- When did the symptoms start?
- A few weeks back.

You know, I figured it would
go away on its own, like crabs.

Fine, I'll look.

Knock yourself out.

- Oh, what is that?
- I don't know.

Maybe donovanosis.

Mm, well, there's something
you don't see every day.

- Thank you.
- No, sir,

it looks like you have
a flesh-eating STD.

Don't thank me.

What kind of an 82-year-old gets an STD?

Actually happens more than you think.

Chlamydia, syphilis,

on the rise in people over 65.

When I went off to college,

you gave me a can of
mace and a box of condoms.

Told me to always protect myself.

So what the hell, Dad?

What do you mean you got condoms?

I just got the mace.

I didn't think anybody'd have you.

Oh, well, someone's
clearly been having you.

Who is she?

She is none of your damn business.

Okay, sir, you're not
required to tell us,

but you do have to tell
them at the hospital

because she has to start a course

of antibiotics immediately.

Um, everyone? My father, Jack here,

has a flesh-eating STD.

So whomever he's been sleeping with

should come to the hospital

with us for immediate treatment.

Hm?

Okay, ma'am, please come with us.

Oh.

What if you slept with one of
the women that he slept with?

You should probably get
that checked out too.

What kind of a place is this?

I can't even with you!

You're supposed to be a role model.

He is to some people.

Kids today.

Chief, what's going on?

You sure it's okay to be
walking around like this?

Yeah, they want me up and moving.

You know, it's better for
the blood flow in my legs.

Seriously, if I'm not being poked

or they're not testing
me, they're making me walk.

So all that testing, do
they have any theories yet

as to what caused the clots?

Not yet, but the meds are working.

You know, they're gonna
send me home tonight.

Oh, hey, um, do I need the hospital

to sign some kind of form

or anything, you know,
for the Department?

My clearance?

Um... but you're not...

you're not cleared, Buck.

Not yet.

What... yeah... no...

I-I passed my physical and
my recertification test.

I've got everything I-I need.

It's the blood thinners.

Department is concerned
about liability issues,

and since the doctors
haven't figured out

what's causing the clots...

Uh...

I can't come back to work?

Well, Buck, if we were out on a call

and something happened to you...

And then, I would have two paramedics

standing next to me.

I would be fine!

Bobby, you... you know how
hard I have worked for this.

They can't... they can't do this to me.

You... you can't let
them take away my job.

Hey, we're not.

You were injured in the line of duty,

and no one is forgetting that.

Chief Alonzo thinks that in a few weeks,

if you're doing okay on the meds,

he can clear you for light duty.

Light duty?

Uh...

- you mean like a desk job?
- Now, listen, Buck, I...

Out there,

in the world, helping people.

That is where I belong.

That is where I have spent five months

fighting to get back to.

And now, you're gonna
tell me I-I can't?

Listen, Buck, I know this is
hard, but at least light...

No, I don't want light duty, okay?

And... and neither would you.

No, they are not
putting me behind a desk.

I quit.

Maddie said Buck hasn't
left the apartment in a week.

Yeah, she's tried to get
him to go out a couple times,

but it's always, "Why
would I need to leave?

Everyone delivers."

He won't even take my calls.

He's just sulking,
Cap. He'll get over it.

Hey.

I like to give Buck crap
as much as any of you lot,

but this was a body blow, guys.

The guy's allowed some time to mourn.

The question is how much time.

I mean, his daily routine
of walking from the bed

to the couch and back again.

That's not gonna help the situation.

Look, I know it sucks,
but that's life, right?

Whenever stuff didn't work out for me,

my dad always told me to brush it off,

keep moving forward.

It wasn't easy but he wasn't wrong.

But forward to what?

I mean, we all had lives,

jobs before we entered the Department.

And we have things outside of it.

- What... what does Buck have?
- Buck has us.

Even though he may not
believe that right now.

So what's Buck gonna do
for the rest of his life?

I don't know. I'm not sure he even knows

what he's gonna do with
the rest of his day.

Although I suspect lying on the couch

and bingeing cooking shows
will play a small part.

As long as he's binging

on the viewing and not the cooking.

I saw this one cooking
show where the recipe

called for five cans
of store-bought frosting

to make eight cupcakes.

Ew, I think I just got a
cavity listening to that.

Honestly, I don't know how to help him.

And he just seems so lost.

I don't know if I should just give him

a swift kick in the butt
and get him back out there

or hug him and tell him
that it's all gonna be okay.

Well, no rule says you can't do both.

True.

Uh, 911, what's your emergency?

Help, please.

She took me.

I'm sorry, I'm having
trouble hearing you.

- What's your location?
- Oh, no.

She stabbed me.

A woman stabbed you and took you.

- Is that woman still there?
- No, bleeding.

- Okay, what's your name?
- Jill.

We have a female stabbing victim.

She doesn't know the address and I can't

pinpoint the location.

Okay, Jill, you said you were bleeding.

Is there anything you can use
to put pressure on the wound?

- I don't want to die.
- That's right.

You don't want to die.
So you're gonna fight.

And I'm gonna help you. Now focus.

Look around. Do you see a towel

or anything that you can use?

- Clothes.
- Grab whatever it is.

Put it on that wound and press.

Roll over on the wound if you have to.

- Just put pressure on it.
- It hurts.

I know it does.

But you're gonna press,
and you're gonna fight,

and you're gonna stay with me.

We're gonna find you,
Jill. Do you hear me?

Jill?

Jill?

Jill?

The line's open, but still nothing.

Phone company gave me contact info

for the account holder.

- It's her husband.
- Okay.

- Hello?
- Mr. Evans, hi.

This is, uh... Maddie Buckley.

I am calling you from LA City Services

and I was hoping that you could

help me get in touch with your wife.

- Do you know where she is?
- Uh, not sure.

I think she was running
some errands today.

Maybe shopping. Why?

Do you have any idea where
she was going shopping?

What's going on? Where
are you calling from?

Uh, I work for the city.

Your wife called us
earlier with a request

and we're just trying to
get back in touch with her.

- I can call her cell.
- I tried that.

- She wasn't answering.
- That's not like her.

I wish I could remember.

She said something about
clothes for the baby.

How old is your baby?

Jill's due next week. It's our first.

Jill's pregnant?

License, registration, and
proof of insurance, ma'am.

Was I speeding or something?

Yep, and you blew through a stop sign.

I'm gonna need you to step
out of the vehicle, ma'am.

What is going on?

All right, ma'am, I'm gonna
need you to take a seat.

- Who's blood is that?
- I don't...

what blood?

On your hands and your feet.

Did you do something to your baby?

She's fine.

My baby is fine.

727-0-30, I have a newborn
infant in respiratory distress.

She's turning blue.

Chimney, the NICU is prepped.

They're waiting for you.

Check the hospitals.

See if anyone's missing a newborn.

Williams!

Talk to dispatch.

Tell them to flag any strange calls

involving a pregnant woman
or someone missing a baby.

Hey, so how's the little one?

She lost some blood,

and the umbilical cord
wasn't tied off properly.

Baby can't be more than an hour old.

- Sergeant Grant?
- Yeah?

So is she gonna be okay?

This baby wasn't born in a hospital.

Found this in the trunk.

And that woman is not the mother.

I'm sorry, how did you get my number?

Your brother-in-law, Rick.

He said you and Jill
were supposed to meet

for breakfast this morning.

Yeah, this place near my house.

Jill's become obsessed with
their breakfast burritos.

Though I'm not sure how
she can actually taste them

with all the hot sauce she's been using.

And what time did you leave her?

A little bit after 9:00.
I had to get to work.

And did she tell you
where she was going?

She was going to get stuff for the baby.

Uh, clothes, I think.

Okay, where? A store?

Did something happen to Jill?

Your sister called 911 and
said she'd been attacked.

But she didn't know where she was

and we're trying to find
her, but I need your help.

Oh, my God.

She's been trying to save money,

buying used baby
things she found online.

She didn't want Rick to know.

She knew he'd freak out.

Well, she was going to meet someone

who'd placed an ad online?

- Where?
- It was a public place.

It was supposed to be safe.

Vitals, blood glucose are normal.

No sign of impairment.

Yeah, whatever's wrong with that lady,

we don't have a test for it.

Okay, well, dispatch said to stay here.

- It's a critical missing.
- Or a possible homicide.

Well, Chimney said the
baby started to respond

when they got to the hospital.

So maybe we'll get lucky twice today.

All right.

Tell me where the mother is, Nancy.

- What'd you do to her?
- I'm the mother.

Is Aria okay? When can I see her?

We both know that you're
not that child's mother.

- She's not your baby.
- No! No, you don't understand.

She has to be. I-I promised.

- Promised what?
- I promised George

there was gonna be a baby.

There has to be a baby this time.

I don't know if you're insane or evil,

but neither one is helping
your situation right now.

Because if we do not find
her in time, if she dies,

things will not go well for you.

Now you tell me what you
did with that baby's mother.

I'm the mother.

Sergeant, we got something.

Her sister said Jill was meeting

a woman in Griffith
Park by the pony rides.

All right, I'm two minutes out.

Okay, we checked the call logs.

Nothing from the park
today. No reports of people

seeing an assault or a woman in trouble.

The park's more than 4,000 acres.

She could've taken Jill anywhere.

Did Jill tell you anything
about her location?

She sounded really disoriented.

All she said was it was dark.

There was a weird sound, though.

I heard it after she passed out.

Like a whistle, or maybe a horn.

I'm sorry, I haven't seen her.

I checked all the bathrooms.

She's not there.

Are you sure you didn't see her?

It would have been about an hour ago.

She'd be driving a
1996 burgundy Cadillac.

- Wait, the red Caddy?
- So you do remember?

No, I remember the car.

We cater to mostly the
SUV and minivan crowd.

But that woman wasn't driving it.

It was some other lady. Different hair.

- Okay, thank you.
- Yeah.

So Nancy moved the car, but why?

- Throw us off?
- Nancy meets Jill here,

shows her the baby clothes.

They're out in the open,
people can see them.

So she can't take the baby here.

She's got to get Jill alone.

Nancy walks Jill to her car,

offers to put the clothes in her trunk.

Hits her in the head,
throws her in the trunk

and moves the car.

Jill did tell Maddie it was dark.

She's still in that trunk.

Nancy couldn't have driven far.

She needed to take that baby

and carry it back to her own car.

Can you get a car back there?

Yeah, that's where we
load the horse trailers in.

Bobby, there!

I tried the door. It's locked.

All right.

I got a pulse. It's
weak, but it's there.

All right, let's get her out of there.

Jill, Jill, are you there?

Jill, are you with me?
Jill, can you hear me?

Jill, please respond.

- Maddie.
- Athena, is she...

Alive.

She's alive.

I can't thank you enough.

If it hadn't been for all of you...

Your wife doing okay?

Yeah, she made it through surgery

and the doctors say she's doing well,

all things considered.

Jill's a fighter. They both are.

You guys come up with a name yet?

You know, we had a list before.

Somehow, none of those
seem right anymore.

You'll figure it out. You have time.

Yeah.

You ready to go meet
your mom, little girl?

Oh, she is so tiny and sweet.

Are you and Chimney thinking about...

Well, you two just got married.

- Are you?
- Point taken.

Well, people always say,
"they grow up so fast."

And they do, sort of.

But I'm not interested
in resetting the clock

for another 18 years.

18?

Buck is 28 and I still
have my hands full.

What now?

See?

They don't grow up that fast.

It's weird, right?
Everyone's got baby fever.

Oh, my God, we are surrounded
by people with kids,

people trying to have kids,

people eviscerating
other people to get a kid.

You know, we never
really talked about that.

Is that something that you want?

- To eviscerate someone?
- To have kids.

I did.

But then, I got married,
and it just never felt...

safe in that situation.

What about you?

Still adjusting to the idea
that I'm not a kid myself.

No, seriously, uh...

I had a great mom that I lost too soon,

a nonexistent father I barely speak to.

I just don't know if I'd know
how to be a good parent myself.

Yeah, me, either.

I still feel like I'm carrying
around too much baggage.

Okay.

- So then, we don't know.
- Yeah.

We are a firm maybe, someday.

- Someday.
- Wait.

Are we the only people we
know who don't have kids?

Buck.

Get up.

Why, man? Come on.

Because it's morning and
you have things to do.

No, I really don't.

You need to get out of this house

and take a walk around the block

and get some fresh air.

Why? What's the point?

Well, the point is, your life

isn't over just because
you're not a firefighter.

Says the firefighter.

You know, that blood clot
could've almost killed you.

But it didn't.

You have your whole life ahead of you,

so why don't you just take it as a win

and stop feeling sorry for yourself?

Hey, Buck.

Hey, buddy.

Uh, what are you doing here?

He's hanging out with his Buck today!

'Cause I have to go to work today.

Where's Carla?

She went to Morongo.

Mm-hmm.

So take him out, have some fun.

Maybe you'll learn something.

He never feels sorry for himself.

- Love you, buddy.
- Love you.

Love you, Dad.

So what do you like to do for fun?

Now which one do you want to go on next?

Down here? Come on, come on.

Great, right?

What?

- Mmm!
- Good?

Yeah.

This is for all the marbles.

- Buck?
- Yeah, buddy?

I don't want the marble.

I want the bear!

No, it's... it's just
a figure of speech.

- Now, you ready?
- Yeah!

All right. I'm gonna hold here.

All right, all right, shoot,
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot!

Oh, you did it! Give me my high five!

Oh-ho-ho-ho.

And we have a winner!

Buck!

Buck!

Oh, here, uh, sorry, I... I got it.

Are you okay?

The universe is mocking me.

Let's go feed the fish.

You ever think about what
you want to do with your life?

What you want to be when you grow up?

Astronaut or a pirate.

Some good choices.

Cool outfits too.

No, wait.

A firefighter!

Yeah, me too.

But, Chris, if those career paths

don't work out, um...

I hope you do find something you love.

You know, something you're good at.

That makes you feel like you matter.

Something you could do forever.

Because when you do,

it's gonna tell you who you are.

And it's gonna show you
the rest of your life.

And that is the best feeling.

And I hope you get that.

And I hope you get to keep it.

You're gonna be okay, kid.

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