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♪ Angel from heaven ♪

♪ Please hear my plea ♪

♪ Will you return ♪

♪ And come back to me? ♪

-♪ Oh, what can I say... ♪
-(song fades)

TAYLOR:
Hey.

Thought you were gonna
get some sleep.

I, uh, I forgot my phone.

Chimney still not
texting you back?

BUCK:
Uh, no, he, he did.

That's great. What'd he say?

"Stop texting me, Buckley."

Well, that's...

progress?

I haven't heard from Maddie

since I told her about
Chimney leaving.

I guess no one
is speaking to me.

That's two people.

Not quite everyone.

No, it's, uh, it's weird
at work, too.

Weird how?

Everyone missing Chimney?

It's like no one is even
talking about him.

You know, they're just
avoiding the subject.

Avoiding me.

Hen is being weird,
Eddie's being weird.

Everything is just off.

You think they blame me
for him leaving town?

Probably not as much as you do.

You know, my first boss
when I moved to L.A.

was a real hard-ass.

-This is how she'd look at me.
-(chuckles)

All the time.

Like she was angry.

She did it every time
she came into the newsroom.

And I was so self-conscious.

Then she'd turn and leave
in a huff.

Okay, so, so, what did you do
to-to make it right?

Nothing.

Someone else did.

A surgeon. She had gallstones.

That's why she kept
scowling at me.

She was in pain.

So maybe you might want
to consider

that not everything
is about you.

Yeah. (chuckles)

MAN:
Narcissus. It's all about you.

Do you feel sad? Tired?

Living the life
of a couch potato?

Isolated from the world outside?

Do you feel like
you're wasting your life?

-Wasting your potential?
-No.

Do you dream about becoming
the more perfect you?

Meet Narcissus.

A revolutionary device that
gives you personal training

in the privacy of your home.

So you, too, can be a Greek god.

♪

MAN:
Do you dream about becoming
the more perfect you?

Meet Narcissus.

You can be a Greek god.

CRAIG:
Oh, shut up.

(car horn honks)

(distantly):
So you, too, can be a Greek god.

("Galvanize" by
The Chemical Brothers playing)

-♪ Don't hold back... ♪
-MAN: Welcome.

Choose your workout.

♪ So I'll make it harder ♪

-♪ Don't hold back... ♪
-Get ready to begin.

First up, lunges.

-♪ Don't hold back... ♪
-Begin now.

-Okay.
-♪ Don't hold back... ♪

Looking good.

Next exercise.

-Push-up position.
-(groans)

-♪ Don't hold back... ♪
-Come on.

Down. Up. Down.

-Come on. You got this.
-(grunts)

Come on.

(grunting)

Looking good. Okay.

-Next exercise.
-(sighs)

-Sit-ups.
-Oh, finally something I can do.

Get in the sit-up position.

Get ready.

Let's go.

-♪ Don't hold back... ♪
-Come on. Two more.

Last one.

You did great. Now cool down.

-Oh, no way.
-♪ Galvanize ♪

-♪ Come on, come on. ♪
-(grunts)

(panting)

-(grunting)
-(song ends)

(groaning)

(groans, pants)

MAN:
You did great.

(sighs)

(sighs) Damn it.

(grunts)

(pained groan)

Oh, God.

Oh, no.

I can't move.

-(siren wails)
-Okay.

Buck, Eddie is with Hen

so you and Ravi grab
the forcible entry tools.

Follow my lead and try not
to step on my toes.

Lucky for you
I'm an excellent dancer.

BUCK:
Same goes for you, probie.

LAFD. We got a call
from this address.

BUCK:
For security reasons,

most residential doors
open inwards,

which is why the hinges
aren't on the outside

and you can't just saw them off.

BOBBY:
Come on.

Why don't you do the honors.

Craig? LAFD here.

-CRAIG: Help me.
-HEN: Oh.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Uh, nice swing.

I have some notes.

-(Buck sighs)
-HEN: All right, sir,
we're here.

CRAIG:
(grunts) I can't move.

HEN: Okay, did-did you hurt your
head or your neck in any way?

No.

We're gonna help you sit up

so that you can breathe
a little easier.

What are you doing?

Getting into position
to lift the patient.

On my side?

HEN:
Okay. (sighs)

Let's get him upright
and relieve the pressure

on his diaphragm.

-(groans)
-I'm just gonna...

-(toilet flushing)
-Stabilize your neck.

Did I have a stroke
or something?

HEN: Based on the lack
of facial drooping,

your speech,
there's no impairment,

I'd rule that out.

Then why can't I move?

I'm gonna try
to figure that out.

No sign of trauma.

Airways patent.

Pulse feels strong.

BP's 110/70.

Oxygen is 93.

I'm gonna lift your arm for you,
and then you keep it raised

as long as you can
after I let it go.

-Okay?
-Okay.

Oh, God, what's happening to me?

I'm gonna test
your nerve response.

Do you feel any pressure?

So much pressure.

I just wanted to get fit
like everybody else,

but I never thought
it would kill me.

N-No, like pressure
from my touch.

Oh. Yeah, I can feel that.

Craig, have you been working out
a lot? Is this something new?

I-I just got the Narcissus.

The exercise mirror out there.

There's a mirror
called Narcissus?

Feels like someone didn't read
to the end of that story.

BUCK:
Battering ram

positively must be returned

to the bottom compartment,
handle facing outwards.

That way, you can open the door
with one hand

and grab the ram with the other
in one fluid motion,

like so.

RAVI: This motorized gurney
is awesome.

The B shift guys
never let me use it.

It's 'cause it's not a toy.
Stop playing with it.

(sighs)

Probie, I said
stop playing with...!

What did you do?

BOBBY (over radio):
Where's that gurney, Buck?

Uh... small technical issue
with that, Cap.

What kind of issue?

(chuckles) Uh, bringing in
the stair chair ASAP.

Keep your hands to yourself.

HEN:
300 sit-ups?

CRAIG:
Is that too much?

Yeah, I-I'd call that excessive.

What we have here is a severely
pinched nerve in the neck,

from overexertion and straining,

which caused his body
to spasm and freeze.

That's why you can't move.

But I assure you,
it's all temporary.

Let's push ten milligrams
of morphine

to relax his muscles
en route to the ER.

BOTH:
Running a line.

Go for it.

Wheels could probably
use some WD-40

when we get back to the station.

Have you seen
these workout mirrors?

So crazy.

-BUCK: Stay focused.
-Super crazy.

You get distracted
and people die.

I'm gonna die.

No, you're gonna
take it easy, okay?

No more crazy workouts
trying to fit in.

Just do you.

I've definitely learned
my lesson.

Wow. You guys are pretty jacked.

What kind of workout do you do?

(sighs) I give up.

MAY:
Harry still acting weird?

Barely says a word.

Have you talked to him?

I was hoping
he might open up to you.

So mother-daughter mani-pedi day
was a bribe.

-You're fishing.
-Well, have you? Talked to him?

(phone buzzing)

Oh, hell no.

Oh, sorry. Linda asked me
to cover her shift.

That would be a no.

Now that you got rent to pay,

I would think an extra shift
here and there is a good thing.

Well, it normally would be,
but Claudette will be working.

Hard pass.

Oh. New dispatcher?

A transfer. Everyone loves her.

And you don't.

Honestly, I think
it's the other way around.

I don't think
she likes me very much.

Impossible.

What's not to like?

I know.

She's always giving me
a hard time.

Constantly.

Wait a second.

This woman is picking on you?

No.

Kinda, but it's fine.

Oh, no, it's not fine.

How long has this been going on?

I don't know, couple weeks.

A grown woman has been harassing
you at work for weeks now,

and I'm just now
hearing about it?

Why are neither of my children
talking to me?

-(May scoffs)
-Do I need to come down there

and have a word
with Miss Claudette?

(scoffs)
That's another hard pass.

She already thinks I'm a child,

so having my mommy come stick up
for me isn't going to help.

Okay, fine.

But just say the word.
You know I always got your back.

Mm-hmm.

Now... about Harry.

MS. PINCUS: Thank you
for coming down, Mr. Grant.

BOBBY:
It's Nash. I'm his stepfather.

Ah. Our files have been a mess
since the cyberattacks.

We had Harry give us a parent's
phone number, and we never...

Ah. He had you call me.

-Okay, so what did he do?
-(sighs)

I want to be clear.

We're all very sensitive
to the fact that Harry

has been through
a significant trauma.

We've done our best
to be patient,

but his acting out
has reached the point...

-Acting out?
-He has been ill-tempered.

Not turning in his homework,

using expletives
with his teachers.

But now we have moved past
the point of understanding,

and we need to take action.

Harry is being suspended
one week.

One week for being ill-tempered?

Not exactly.

(students shouting)

-HARRY: You're mad.
-(school bell ringing)

I am surprised.

The Harry that principal
was talking about

is not the Harry that I know.

Cursing, talking back
and now punching another kid?

He's a jackhole.

Well, Harry,
I think your parents

are gonna want
a better explanation than that.

I think you might want
to reconsider the language.

Do they have to know about this?

Harry, we're pals,
but you got suspended.

I think your father's
gonna notice

when you don't go
to school tomorrow.

Well, can't I just stay
at the firehouse?

-It's just for a week.
-No.

And I know that's why
you got them to call me

because you thought you could
get me to cover for you.

They just don't get me.

Not like you.

Yeah, that's not
gonna work either.

So you're gonna tell them?

No, you are.

(sighs)

-♪
-(phones ringing)

What are you doing?

Um, I was just checking
my lipstick

before I started work.

(sighs)

911. What's your damage?

(bird squawking)

DANTE:
Okay.

We got a long list today.

First we'll head west
towards the walnut trees.

They're way overgrown.

That list looks
more like a novel.

-Maybe we should split up.
-Nah.

A lot of these are two-man jobs.

Well, 'cause one of the men
is old.

(sighs)
It's gonna be blazing hot today,

and I'd rather not risk
my delicate skin

because you need someone
holding your hand

while trimming some bushes.

Did you just call me old?

No.

Your birth certificate
does that already.

I mean, I got no trouble
working alone.

I know what I'm doing.
Don't you?

I don't think the boss
would like if we...

(paper tearing)

We each take an even share,

and if you finish yours
before I finish mine,

I'll clean the carts.

You might need a nap by then.

(door opens, closes)

-Fine.
-(engine starts)

As long as we get the job done.

Just be real careful
trimming those high branches!

RANDALL:
Can't hear you!

I'm too busy winning!

(caller moaning)

(caller gasping)

Can you speak?

If there's any way
you can speak.

They're on a cell phone.

See if you can get
their GPS coordinates.

-(beep)
-We're trying to get
your location now.

Please don't hang up.

We're pinging your phone
to see if we can get

a more exact location.

MAY:
Nearest cell tower:

Griffith Park recreation area.

We have you
in the general vicinity

of Crystal Springs Drive.

Can you tell me the nature
of your emergency?

You don't have to speak;
just try to touch

one of the numbers on
your phone if you can hear me.

-(beep)
-Okay.

Touch a button
if the answer is yes.

Do you need police?

Do you need medical assistance?

-Are you injured?
-(beep)

Truck 118 with rescue,

respond to Griffith Park,
Crystal Springs Drive.

Unknown individual
in need of medical aid.

-Unknown injury.
-BOBBY: 118 en route.

-Do you have
a more specific location?
-(siren wailing)

Copy, 118. Working on it.

Fire and paramedics
are on the way.

Can you still hear me?

Hello.

118, still have
an open cellular line.

Just hearing faint sounds
of traffic

and a semi-truck's horn.

Distant but not that distant.

Subject is possibly near
the I-5 freeway.

Dispatch, 118 on scene.

Are we sure about this?

118, it did not sound
like a prank.

They're out there.

All right,
let's spread out and search.

HEN:
LAFD!

Can you hear us?

-Fire Department!
-Fire Department!

LAFD! Anyone out here?

Anybody see anything?

-Nothing, Cap!
-Sorry, Cap!

-(faintly): Nothing here!
-Wait, wh-who said that?

Who said, "Sorry, Cap"?

EDDIE:
Firefighter Diaz.

I didn't say that in the radio.

Yeah, but I heard it anyway,
on the victim's phone.

Everybody, with Eddie.

Everybody,
with Eddie!

Got a visual!

-BOBBY: Dispatch, we found him.
-Okay.

RAVI:
Oh, God.

EDDIE:
Chain saw must've hit a knot

to cause it
to kick back so hard.

Wedged it into his collarbone.

BOBBY:
Okay, dispatch, patient located.

He couldn't speak because he had
a chain saw blade in his throat.

Buck, Ravi,
we're gonna need to remove

-that blade from the motor.
-Oh, I-I don't think...

Probie, if you're gonna vomit,
do it somewhere else.

(gulps) Copy.

Alive. Barely.

His heart rate's elevated.

Blade must've nicked
his carotid, but at least

it's giving us
just enough pressure

to prevent him from
bleeding out immediately.

Okay, I'm gonna bolus
a liter of normal saline.

Okay, Buck, I've got the weight.

You got the disassemble
when you're done there.

BP's dropping, 90/60.

-He doesn't have very long.
-(whirring)

(grunts)

-Set?
-He got it.

All right, good to go!

(indistinct radio transmissions)

DANTE:
Oh, my God!

-Is he alive?
-HEN: Yeah. And stable.

The chain saw did a number
on his neck, though.

I knew we shouldn't have
split up.

I can't believe
I let him get to me.

Don't worry. We're gonna take
good care of him.

And we're gonna drive...

very carefully.

(engine starts)

BOBBY:
118 in transport.

Victim is still alive.

(sighs)

(quietly):
Hallelujah.

There's no shame
in asking for help.

Better than letting someone die
on your watch.

It was humiliating.

She just walked over,
plugged herself into my call

and took it over.

Well, did she save the guy?

Not the point.

I could've saved him
if she'd let me do my job.

But she didn't even
give me the chance.

You just need to learn
how to stand your ground.

Bullies don't back down
unless you make them.

The only reason
she's dishing it out

is because she knows
you'll take it.

I don't think I should be
taking advice

from someone who got suspended
from school.

(phone buzzing, dinging)

(sighs) Harry,
did you tell Mom and Dad

-you were coming over here?
-No. Why?

There something
you forgot to tell your parents?

HARRY:
I can't believe you told them.

I wouldn't have had to
if you told them yourself

-like we agreed.
-Harry,

you just can't
take off like that.

Not after...

We were worried sick
about you, man.

A-And you.

You don't call us
to tell us that he's here?

I didn't know he was on the lam.

I didn't say anything
because I knew you guys

were just gonna get mad.

No one's getting mad.

We just want to know
what happened.

Why did you hit someone?

Yeah, is something going on
at that school?

-With this boy?
-We know you're going
through a lot,

but you got to talk to us.

Let us help you.

I don't really want to talk
to either of you.

-Hey, Harry.
-What? You want me
to be honest, right?

Yeah, but I don't want you
to be disrespectful.

Fine. Sorry. Are we done?

No, we're not.

After everything
you've been through...

I only went through anything
because of you two!

-Dad just stood there
and let it happen.
-What?

And Jeffery was only there
because of you.

But you were too busy
being a cop.

Too busy to protect me.

-Harry, that's not fair.
-But it's true.

Because that's what
she cares about.

Being a cop.

Jeffery was right about you.

-You're a terrible mother.
-MICHAEL: Hey.

(Athena gasps)

MICHAEL:
Harry.

Harry.

♪

(sighs heavily)

(Athena sighs)

I can't believe he said that.

To be clear, I think that
was Jeffery talking, not Harry.

He looked at me like...
I was some kind of monster.

Maybe I am.

I hit him, Bobby.

Yeah, you did.

The way he kept saying
Jeffery's name,

like they were friends
or something.

What did that man do to my son?

I think we just need to give him
time to heal.

We can't push him.

I have given that man
enough time

-and enough of my life.
-Yeah.

It's not about Jeffery anymore.
It's about Harry now.

That bastard is dead,

and he's still wreaking havoc
on my family.

Don't let him
live inside your head.

It's hard not to.

Especially when it feels like
he's winning.

♪

BUCK:
Probie!

Probie!

Hen, have you seen the probie?

So this is what it's come to?

He gets a little queasy
at a scene,

and now it's off with his head?

No. I just want to show him
how to disassemble one of these.

-Ah.
-Well, if you see him,

let him know
I'm looking for him.

-Mm-hmm.
-Probie!

♪

Anybody home?

Okay.

(door closes)

(sighs)

-Oh. Hey.
-(Hen chuckles)

Thought I might find you
hiding in here.

Hiding? No. Not at all.

-I finished everything
on Buck's checklist.
-Mm-hmm.

So I, you know, started thinking

maybe I could earn
some extra credit.

So I, uh, came in here and, oh,

started tightening the screws
on Cap's old desk chair.

Mm.

(chair rattles)

(sighs) Okay, fine.

I was hiding from Buck.

I needed a break.

Please don't tell him
I'm in here.

(chuckles) Don't worry.

I'll protect you
from Buck and his chain saw.

There's a chain saw?

Oh, I think he would call it
a teaching tool.

It's just, in the beginning,
he seemed so nice.

And now...

(sighs)

...he's like a drill sergeant
from hell.

(chuckling)

Look.

♪

Buck is going through a lot.

He feels like
one of his families

has slipped away from him.

So now he's hyper-focused
to protect the other one.

The 118.

He's teaching you
to make sure that you're ready.

But, because he's Buck,
he also wants to make sure

that you're worthy.

Do you think I am?

I do.

So don't let him
get into your head.

If he pushes too far, push back.

♪ Life could be a dream ♪

♪ Life could be a dream... ♪

♪ Do-do-do-do, sh-boom ♪

♪ Life could be a dream ♪

-♪ Sh-boom ♪
-♪ If I could take you ♪

♪ Up in paradise up above... ♪

FELIX:
Ah, Lewis, your sommelier

has selected some delightful
late-harvest

blood thinners, statins
and maybe, if we're lucky,

a little blue pill.

-Am I right, Herman?
-(scoffs)

Come on, I'm doing a bit here.

Oh, that's adorable.

Oh, this?

Oh, this is
my new everyday piece.

(chuckles):
Everyday?

You're kidding me. It's amazing.

It's a impulse buy.

It's just stunning.

You know, darling,

it reminds me of the one
we've been looking at.

We've been looking at one?

The bangle, silly.

Oh! Oh, yeah, the bangle.
(chuckles)

-Which bangle?
-(scoffs)

Uh, the white gold Cartier
with the pavé diamonds

-all around.
-Oh.

You said you were gonna get it
for me for our anniversary.

It's our 51st. Not a huge year.

We do not need
a special occasion.

A bangle is a staple. (chuckles)

Oh, yeah, the staple argument.

I love that one.

Guess I'm buying a bangle.

Mm-hmm.

Are you doing a bit again,
Felix?

-Mm-mm.
-BEVERLY: Lewis,

could you, um,
check out the basement?

People have been complaining
about a foul odor

coming from down there.

I didn't even know
we had a basement.

Did you, Felix?

I wonder what's down there.

Just a lot of storage.
And a chapel.

Oh, a chapel? Really?

I wonder what that's like.

Don't you, Felix?

Oh. Every day.

Uh, so, Beverly,

did they say what
the foul odor smelled like?

Uh, chemical-like, but foul.

Oh, careful, Felix.

That's a lot of steps.

Lewis, go with him, please.

♪

(keys jangling)

FELIX:
Ah, hell.

I got this, kid.

(electrical popping)

(people yelling)

Felix, what did you do?

-(sirens wailing)
-(truck horns honking)

All right, folks,
dispatch said the fire started

with an explosion
inside the chapel,

basement level,
bravo side of the building.

Chapel?

Someone piss off the big guy?

No word on point of origin.

Buck, Ravi,
you guys are in the lead.

Run a fire hose
through the front door

and start knocking it down.

Probie, wrong hose.

Inch and three quarter.

-I'm Beverly. I'm the manager.
-How many unaccounted for?

We're confirming,
but as far as I can tell, two.

Lewis is one of my orderlies
and Felix is one of the tenants.

How old is Felix?

I want to say 79.

He was not supposed to be
down there, but he insisted.

-Insisted? Why?
-I wish I knew.

We'll get them both out
of there. Don't you worry.

BOBBY:
All right, let's go.

-Cap, we got a live one
over here!
-(coughing)

BOBBY:
Copy that.

You must be Lewis.

(coughing, groans)

BUCK:
Probie, stay with me!

Nozzles on now!

Cap, let's get the door.

All right, on three, Eddie.
One, two, three.

(Lewis screaming)

HEN:
I got this!

-EDDIE: Are you sure?
-Yes.

Just get me an assist,
go find Felix.

-(stammers) Easy, easy, easy.
-BOBBY: 118,

we need a gurney
in the basement level.

(over radio):
On our way, Cap.

Easy, Lewis.
Best if we let the surgeons

at the hospital take that out.

Cap!

Hey, Felix, is that you?
Can you hear me?

-(coughing)
-Let me get this on you,

and then we're gonna move
this pew

and get some morphine in you.

FELIX:
All right.

I think his hip is shattered.

BOBBY:
All right, we set?

On three. One, two, three.

(Felix groans)

(groaning)

HEN:
You're doing great.
You're doing great, Lewis.

-You're doing great.
-(groans)

(panting) All right.

HEN:
Oh! No, no!

Now, uh, not-not so great.

-(groaning)
-It's all right.

We're all all right.

I need you to hold pressure.

(Lewis screaming)

BUCK:
That fire is spreading again.

More water, probie!

What the hell?!

BOBBY:
Let's go, Eddie.

Can't move him
until I tie this off.

He could bleed internally.

BUCK:
Come on, probie! More water!

Hey, what the hell
are you doing?!

These chemicals are reacting
to water.

We need CO2.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Probie, wait up!

BOBBY:
Let's go, go, go, go!

Hen, looks like
we've got a potential

second fire starting here;
you need to clear out.

HEN:
Let's go.

EDDIE:
Almost there, Cap.

BOBBY:
Where's that CO2?!

Okay, I got it, Cap!
That's it!

-Let's go!
-All right.

(cannisters spraying)

BOBBY:
Panikkar!

Take over for me here, Panikkar!

Got it?

-Yeah, got it.
-All right.

(indistinct radio transmissions)

What is it, Cap?

This is somebody's idea
of retirement.

MARCIA:
There he is!

-He's alive!
-Oh.

FIONA:
Oh, thank God.

Felix, are you all right,
sweetheart?

FELIX:
I feel great.

That could be the morphine
talking, ma'am.

BOBBY:
Dispatch, this site
is now a crime scene.

Looks like we just uncovered
a meth lab.

FELIX:
How else could I afford
a bangle?

And a diamond-encrusted one,
no less.

F-F-Felix. It...

It must-must be
the morphine talking.

Or-or he's doing a bit.
Are you doing a bit?

Nothing but the best
for my Fiona.

Actually,
only the best for Marcia,

because that's who you were
always trying to beat.

(chuckles) Hey, fellas.

This is Marcia and Herman Jones,
by the way.

We spent our entire adult lives

trying to keep up
with the actual Joneses.

(chuckles)
Show 'em the bracelet, guys.

Anything you'd like
to add, ma'am?

It's not all about the bangles
and the diamonds.

It's this place!

Do you know how much
leisure living actually costs?

I had no choice but to turn
to a life of crime.

Well, looks like
you should've chosen something

a little less explosive.

Ha.

(scoffs quietly)

Hey, probie.

(sighs)

What'd I do now?

You saved the day
with that CO2 call.

(Buck grunts)

Congratulations.

I think you're ready.

(phone line ringing)

MADDIE:
Hey, you've reached
the voice mail

-of Maddie Kendall.
Leave a message.
-(beep)

Hey, Maddie, it's, uh, it's me.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
The mailbox is full and not
accepting new messages.

(line beeps)

(phone line ringing)

CHIMNEY:
Hey, it's Chimney.

Sorry I can't talk right now.

Unless it's Buck, in which case,
stop calling me.

(beep)

♪

Probie! Where are you?

-(sighs)
-BOBBY: Buck.

It's dinnertime. Let's go.

I thought we were having
Mexican tonight.

Yeah, Cap switched it up.

He didn't want to trigger me
so soon after

you turned my gurney
into a taco.

-EDDIE: Still can't figure out
how you did it.
-(chuckling)

I didn't even know
it could bend like that.

RAVI:
Yeah, me either.

BOBBY:
Well, you managed to fix it.

And apparently you can now
disassemble a chain saw

-in under a minute.
-(chuckles)

♪

Oh, sorry.
Am I in your seat or something?

(chuckles)

No. You're good, probie.

-All right, let's eat.
-Hold on, Cap.

There's something I, uh,
I wanted to say to all of you.

I've really loved
being a part of the 118

these past five years.

This place and, uh, you guys
mean so much to me.

Which is why,

for the good of everyone,

I've decided I-I'm gonna
put in for a transfer.

What?

-Wait, what?
-BUCK: No, I-I know

it's a lot of change,

with Chimney leaving,

but I really think probie--

Ravi is ready to fill the spot.

Chimney's spot?

Uh, no.

No, Eddie is replacing Chimney.

You're replacing me.

Who replaces me?

(chuckles) Uh, I'm sure
Cap can figure that one out.

Great.

For a minute there,
it seemed like

we all forgot
who the captain is.

-If I may...
-You're not leaving, Buck.

-And Chimney is
coming back, guys.
-BUCK: We don't know that.

What I do know is that
nothing is the same without him.

E-Everything feels broken now,
and it's my fault.

-I'm the reason he's gone.
-BOBBY: I told Chimney to leave.

He came to see me,
said he wanted to find her.

I told him he should.

I told him it was
the right thing to do.

And I offered to go with him.

Oh.

He's coming back, Buck.

With Maddie.

BOBBY:
And when he does,
you're gonna be right here,

where you belong.

You're stuck with us.

BOBBY:
Now, can we please eat?

You guys are so weird.
(chuckles)

Uh, actually, sir,
your dog is in violation

of the leash law.

911. What's your emergency?

LISA:
I'm sorry that I'm calling 911.

Okay. Is this an emergency?

I just want to leave some

good friends a message.

Miss, this is a line
for emergencies only.

I hear 911 clips on the news.

You're recording me, right?

-We are, and you're...
-I just want it all to stop.

Lisa Barker to my

loving... teammates.

To Rhonda,

the new volleyball captain.

Thank you all so much

for voting against me.

Lisa, where exactly are you?

At my house.

My parents are at work.

Why?

Are you planning on
hurting yourself, Lisa?

You could say I have a plan.

Um, have you taken anything,
any pills,

anything that can hurt you?

No.

Nah.

Do you have any weapons
in the house?

Just, uh...

it's just the kitchen knives.

-Do you have any with you?
-No.

(slurring):
Would it matter?

Like you said, um...

Like I said,

my entire team hates me.

My parents. (sobs)

And my-my grades
aren't good enough.

I'm not... I'm not...

I'm not enough.

I'm-I'm not tall enough
like my ex-teammates.

And they were
never really my friends.

And now they're just...

now they're just...

they're just bullies.

I shouldn't have called. (sobs)

They're not even gonna care
when they hear this.

I care.

Lisa...

No, you don't. No.

Not really.

(sobs)

You're probably wishing
that you got

a different call.

Lisa, I'm here.

Who cares?

They don't stop.

Bullies, bullies, bullies,
they won't...

they... they won't stop.

I know how you feel.

You never say,
"I know how you feel."

Top five on the list of

what not to say
to suicidal callers.

You need to learn protocol.

Now calmly tell her your partner
will be taking over this call.

-(beep)
-MAY: Lisa?

You are being dismissive
of her feelings,

making this about you.

I tried to kill myself
when I was 14.

I was being bullied.

Girls at my school
were picking on me,

made my life a living hell.

When it got really bad,
I took a handful

-of my mother's pain pills.
-(sobs)

But she found me in time.
I got lucky.

Because you know what?

I didn't want to die.
Not really.

And I'm not telling you things
will always get better, Lisa.

I'm telling you

you'll never find out
if you die today.

(gasps, grunts)

-(door crashes)
-MAN: Move, move, move!

(indistinct
police radio chatter)

Dispatch, this is Captain 144.

We got her. Thanks.

Roger that.

-How did you know...
-You never take
a bottle of pills

where somebody can see you.

It was either her bedroom
or the bathroom.

From the echo,
I figured the bathroom.

♪

I know I ride you pretty hard.

But it's because I can see

you have the potential
to be great.

Thanks.

But you ain't great yet.

So there's never a reason
why you wouldn't be ready.

Because we are the first
first responders.

It's on us to keep our eye
on the crisis

and not become one.

(sighs)

(Claudette continues
talking quietly)

MAY:
Excuse me.

You're in my way.

♪

♪ Dance, let your body go... ♪

911. What's your emergency?

♪ Like me, meenie minie mo... ♪

Have a good one... Ravi.

Thanks.

You, too.

Hey.

I just wanted to say

I'm honored that you picked me
to fill your shoes.

-Really?
-Yeah.

But I'm glad I don't have to.

I like being me.

♪ There's really nothing to it,
get up ♪

♪ Let your body go,
you know you can do it ♪

-♪ Get up and do your thing. ♪
-(song ends)

-Hey.
-Oh.

Sorry I'm late.

Please come in. Have a seat.

Oh, when you called,
I was kind of thrown off

because I didn't think
we had an appointment today.

Well, we didn't.

Dr. Nathanson was good enough
to squeeze us in, so...

-DR. NATHANSON: Michael told me
about the other night.
-(sighs)

Sounds like a very stressful
incident with Harry.

Yes, it was, for everyone.

I don't think
we know what to do anymore.

It just feels like
nothing we say

-gets through to him.
-And I don't think

that hitting him
will do the trick either.

-Michael.
-It's understandable

that emotions are running high,

which is why I think
we should change course.

Try something else.

Those are the names of
some very good therapists.

W-W-Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Are you suggesting
that we take Harry

to see someone else?

Because I-I really don't think
a big change is...

For you.

♪

This your doing?

We swore we'd never
hit our kids.

You know, that we would...

wouldn't be those type
of parents, you know.

Raise our kids different than
the way that we were raised.

Athena, you hit Harry.

(door opens)

Hey.

How was your shift?

Uh, it was okay.

(door closes)

What's the occasion?

You.

Yes, Evan Buckley,

all of this is
absolutely about you.

Just you.

You, uh...

-You did this for me?
-Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

By the way, um, you were right
about Chimney leaving.

No one is mad at me.

See, I told you.

Well, it turns out he, uh, he
talked them all before he left,

and they got to say goodbye.

♪

I understand why
Michael was worried,

but sitting in that office
felt like I was the criminal.

Michael should've
talked to you first.

I don't know what he was
thinking springing that on you.

He was thinking that
he can't trust me.

That he needed a witness
to our conversation.

(Athena scoffs)

Jeffery would be pleased
to know that

his plan is working
even better than

he ever could have imagined.

Well, now is not the time
to give up.

Not on yourself
and not on Harry.

Well, he wanted to break me.

He's winning, Bobby.

He doesn't get to win.

Because you're not gonna stop
fighting. That is who you are.

And I'm gonna be right there
fighting beside you.

He was wrong.

You love this family,

and you're not gonna
stop fighting for it.

He turned my own son against me.

What do I do
if I can't fight that?

If I can't reach him?

You will.

Deep down, Harry knows
you still love him.

He'll find his way back.

(sighs)

(sighs heavily)

♪

MICHAEL (faintly):
All right, man, let's wash up.
It's time to eat.

Harry... now, man.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

(clearly):
Harry! Now!

(phone buzzing)

(sighs)

-Hello?
-MADDIE: Evan?

Maddie, hey.

Uh, thank God. Are-are you okay?

Why is Chimney in Utah?

Uh, he-he left town
looking for you.

Found out what happened
to Jee-Yun.

-I told you not...
-No, he-he figured it out
on his own.

Wait a minute. How do you know
where Chimney is?

-You talk to him?
-He emailed me a video.

Jee-Yun started crawling.

(chuckles softly)

Maddie, please just
tell me where you are.

Okay? I-I can come and get you
or I can send Chimney

or whatever you want.

We just... we need to know
that you're safe.

I'm safe. I just, uh...

I'm not ready.

Not yet.

(bells chiming musically
in background)

Sorry, I... I got to go.

-I love you.
-Uh, yeah, hey, I-I lo...

(line beeps)

I love you, too.

Is she okay?

Yeah, I think so.

♪

I think I know where she is.

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