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Wow. That body shop
earned their money.

Not even a scratch
on the fender.

If only I could say the same
for my husband.

Norah, you heard the doctors.

I'm gonna make
a full recovery.

What do you think about
sushi for lunch?

Is it lunchtime already?

I was supposed to give you
your antibiotic a half-hour ago.

I'm sure there's
some wiggle room.

I don't want wiggle room.

I want you to get better.

It's alright, just tell me
which one it is.

I'll take it right now.

NORAH: I think
it's the yellow one,

but I'd have to look.

And I can't look
because I'm driving.

Because the last time
I took my eyes off the road

while I was driving,
I almost destroyed our family.

Norah, no.

I'm the one who flew
halfway across the world

to surprise you
over a video chat.

Yeah, you did do that,
didn't you?

So let's make a promise
to each other right now

to let it go
and focus on the future.

And all the bad stuff
that happened?

Ancient history.

- Norah!
- (Norah screams)

(screaming)

I'm sorry, did you say
you ran over a knife?

Norah (over phone): No, a knight.
In shining armor!

Okay, try to stay calm
for me, ma'am.

- Uh, can you tell me...
- Norah: My name is Norah.

I'm at the corner
of 8th and Lavaca.

Okay.

Norah, have we
spoken before?

Not sure of our victim's ID yet.

He's alive and talking,
but he's not making much sense.

Bystanders said he was
stumbling around and yelling

before he stepped
into oncoming traffic.

OWEN: Well, at least
he was dressed for it.

TOMMY: What about
the other people in the car?

They're pretty upset.

That passenger was
already carrying a leg injury,

but other than that,
they seem Okay.

W-wait a minute,
isn't that...

- Aren't you...
- TOMMY: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

She hit him with the car
last week.

I swear this one
was not my fault.

- Mateo, unplug the battery.
- MATEO: Yeah?

Judd, Marjan, make sure
there isn't any fluid leaking

that's gonna ignite.

NANCY:
Face shield's stuck, Cap.

No, no, no. Leave it alone.
Don't force it.

Let's just see what
we're dealing with first.

- TK, put him on the LIFEPAK.
- Copy, Cap.

Okay, sir, we are
here to help.

Can you tell me your name?

KNIGHT: Princess Arabella.

Princess Arabella,
can you tell me what day it is?

KNIGHT: Princess Arabella!

She's in danger.
I must save the princess.

So this isn't the princess.

KNIGHT: The sword!

The slice! The sword!

BP's spiking, Cap.

We're looking at possible
orbital compartment syndrome.

His eye is swelling
in his socket

and the helmet's not
giving it anywhere to go.

It's gotta come off

and it's stuck.

Anybody have a can opener?

Alright, sir, this is
gonna be a little loud

- so just try to relax.
- KNIGHT (weakly): The sword.

The slice. The sword.

It's a rotary grinder.

(loud grinding)

- OWEN: Alright,
Mateo, the snips.
- Yep.

(groans)

BP is coming back down
to earth, Cap.

NANCY:
Cap, look at his lips.

(coughs)

And I do not like this rash.

TOMMY: It's erythema.

TK, put him on high-flow oxygen.

This isn't a regular head wound.

This is carbon monoxide
poisoning.

(wheezing):
Must save...

Which explains the delirium.

Where's the leak?

Princess Arabella.

Okay, sir, I need you to tell us
where you came from.

And were there any other
people with you?

A bounty... forged in stone.

TOMMY:
Alright, Nancy, TK,
package him up.

- Take him to West Park.
- But what about you?

I think Captain Strand and I
are going on a quest.

GRACE:
Ooh, I'm looking and...

No, I don't see
any other calls

about fainting
or sickness today.

Are there any movies or TV shows
shooting in the area?

Is there a theater nearby?

GRACE:
Not seeing any permits.

Bass Concert Hall
is two miles away.

Any chance
they're doing "Camelot"?

Nope, "Guys and Dolls."

Ooh, "Guys and Dolls."
Love "Guys and Dolls."

Let's see.

Uh, well, this could
be something.

About five blocks from you

there's a novelty pizza place,

Swords and Slices.

"All ye can eat
stone-fired pizza.

A bounty..."

Forged in stone.

- He was quoting off the menu.
- Alright, we're on our way.

Send in R.A. units.
We don't have any idea

what we're gonna find
when we get there.

MATEO: Place is closed.
We sure this is the right spot?

Yeah, I reckon
it's the right spot.

Ma'am?

(horn honks)

(siren wailing)

- Ma'am!
- (siren continues)

(groans weakly)

Princess Arabella, I presume.

Oh, my champion.

(vomits)

(patrons groaning)

MARJAN:
It's a medieval mass casualty.

JUDD:
Yeah, it's a good thing
they weren't open yet.

MATEO:
CO's spiking 900 ppm, Cap.

OWEN:
Yeah, here's no smoke
so it's an HVAC leak.

Judd, why don't you find
the control and shut it down?

Mateo, go get
the 36-inch blowers,

set it up,
start ventilating this place.

Marjan, let's get these
people out for some fresh air.

MARJAN: Yes, milord.

TOMMY: How many more
you got in there?

This should be the last bunch.

We're gonna need more
O2 off the truck.

No good. We just used
the last cylinder of 02

about five minutes ago.

OWEN: How many can we
put in the ambulance?

TOMMY: Three, four tops.

Even if we use the fire truck,

we're not gonna be able
to travel everybody.

I don't think we're gonna
need the fire truck.

- Hey, Judd. You take it easy.
- JUDD: Yep.

I don't think our insurance
is gonna cover this.

JUDD:
Alright.

We should eat here sometime.

The place seems dope.

Really?

That's your takeaway?

(theme music plays)

(knock on door)

PAUL: Hold on.

- Cap!
- Hey, hope you don't mind,

I brought a few folks with me.

No, not at all. Come in.
What's up?

- Love the beard.
- Thank you.

- So rugged.
- Thank you.

- What's up?
- What's up, man?

That, uh, that's everyone?

Oh, that's it.

Yeah, Marjan, couldn't make it.

She, uh...
She had that thing.

- The roller derby. The...
- At the mosque.

That's cool.
So what'd y'all bring me?

You wouldn't happen to have
any deep dish pizza

in one of those bags, would you?

OWEN: No, but I did bring you
the next best thing.

It's my antioxidant
Brussels sprout salad.

PAUL: Ah...

It might be the next
next best thing.

(laughs) But we do have wine,
which is not only allowed,

it is medically encouraged.

God bless you.

NANCY: I'll start decanting.

You cool if we set up shop
in your kitchen?

Yeah, no problem.
Everything's in there.

So how are you feeling?

Uh, better actually.
I feel good.

Well, I want you to know
that it's taking

every bit of my self-control

not to check
your vitals right now.

No need. I saw the doctor.

He said my EKG is normal

and that my scar tissue
is healing "beautifully."

- That's great.
- Did he say when you can come back to work?

Not yet. I'm just waiting
for my strength to get back.

You know, it's okay.
Everyone recuperates at their own pace.

Yeah, I'm reading
"Gulag Archipelago Volume 2."

(all laughing)

See his face when he heard
that Marj couldn't come?

Yeah. Like his dog didn't
make it home from the vet.

Are they still not talking?

I don't think so but
it's hard to know for sure.

Because neither of them
will talk about it.

No, this has gone on
long enough.

Somebody's gotta
straighten her out.

Amen, brother.

- Hmm?
- I mean, I would...

absolutely.

But I just feel like
this is more of a...

(whispering): Firefighter-to-firefighter
thing.

- Agreed. Yep.
- Mm-hmm.

- JUDD: Mateo.
- Oh, she's like my big sister.

Like a very intimidating
big sister.

Y'all are a bunch
of yellow bellies, man.

(phone buzzing)

MATEO: Hello?

...a break between
taking out the...

MATEO: Yeah, this is him.

Where?

Oh, sure.

That's weird.

That was a bartender
at the Rustwood Tavern.

They want me
to come pick up my dad.

What's your dad doing
at a badge and ladder bar?

I have no idea.
He doesn't drink.

Also, he's in Guadalajara.

Hey. Mateo Chavez.

I got a call, they said
to come pick up my dad.

He's over there.

Your mother must have
been better-lookin'.

Captain Tatum? What's going on?

Hey, Chavez. Pull up a stump.

Whoa, what happened?
Did you get in a fight?

- Uh, slipped in the can, no big deal.
- Hey!

Why didn't you
call an ambulance?

'Cause he told me
he'd break my head

if I called anybody but you.

(laughs)
True story.

Wipe that "poor you" look
off your face, Chavez. I'm fine.

We'll see about that.
Here, follow my finger, Cap.

Which one?

(laughs) I'm kidding ya, kid.
Alright.

Well, good news is I don't think
you have a concussion.

Bad news is you're gonna have

a terrible hangover
in the morning.

A few push-ups, a cold shower,
I'll be fine.

So what's going on, Cap?

Why did you tell the bartender
I was your son?

I did tell him that, didn't I?

Because I knew
my own degenerate progeny

wouldn't be there
to answer the call

in my hour of need.

Yeah, I heard about
Lieutenant Darby.

Apartment fire
over on 5th Street.

You know, I really thought
he was gonna pull through.

I prayed every day he'd
make it out of the hospital.

Next time, pray harder.

Left behind a wife and a kid,
a little boy.

Hell of a thing, huh?

Bartender?

Two more whiskeys for me
and my friend here, please.

Sorry, Captain,
I serve you anymore
and I can go to jail.

What the hell happened
to this country anyway?

What happened to freedom?

I'll explain it to you
on the way home.

Come on, let's go.

(groans)

Let's go.

TATUM: Oh.

Think I stood up
a little too soon.

(Mateo laughs)

Do you know where I live,
Chavez?

No, I don't.

That's unfortunate.

(snoring)

Hey, hey.
Mateo, why is there

a drooling fire captain
on my couch?

Yeah, he was in
a bad way last night.

He lost one of his guys.

Yeah.
His Lieutenant, I heard.

Darby.

And you've been looking
after him all night?

Yeah, I didn't want him
to choke on his vomit.

- (snoring)
- And also I read people

can snore so bad,
they suffocate.

So he seemed like a double risk.

Yeah. No kidding.

(snores)

Hey, Captain Tatum.

How are you doing?

Strand?
What are you doin' here?

- I live here.
- Where's here?

Captain Strand's house.

I brought you here last night.

What the hell time is it?

OWEN: 8:45.

TATUM: Crap, I gotta go.

I got Darby's service.

Wait, I thought you said
that was Saturday.

That's the formal funeral.

This is the church service

for just the 129 and his family.

I'm supposed to give
a damn eulogy.

Whoa!

You got this room
on a damn gimbal?

Look at me, man.

I can't even get
my damn ass upright.

You know what?
I have a hangover cure

that is the stuff of legend.

- What the hell is that?
- Turmeric root.

Even if your witch's brew
does the trick...

I don't know
how I'm gonna face them.

Darby's wife and kid, my guys,

they're all gonna be
looking at me

for profound wisdom

to make sense out of this.

And I got nothin'.

OWEN:
Well, just speak
from your heart.

Try not to throw up.

It'll be fine.

I'll go with you.

You will?

You said the service
is for the 129.

Well, I may be back
with the 126,

but those months under you,

under Lieutenant Darby...

they meant a lot to me.

(subdued music playing)

(Judd sighs)

(clicks tongue)

- JUDD: Hey, Marwani.
- Hey.

I like that...

bedroll, you got going.

It's nice.
You got it nice and smooth.

- Got a nice little tuck.
- Thank you.

Alright, there's nary a crease.

The whole thing is good.

Judd...

why are you being awkward?

I'm not being awkward.

You just said, "nary."
You're being awkward.

What's going on?

So... (sighs)

A few of us went over
to Paul's house last night

just to see how he's doing.

Yeah, I heard.
How is he doing?

Oh, he's, he's, you know,
he's good. He's good.

He's gettin' his strength back.

- He's growing his beard out.
- Really?

How's that look?
I can't even picture it.

It suits him.

Yeah, Nancy said she thought
it looked rugged.

I'd agree with her, except...

you know, it was 6:00 p.m.

and he has
pajama pants on, so...

- Oh.
- He's smiling.

You know, he's sayin'
all the right things,

but in my opinion,
he's depressed

and he needs
his best friend back.

Here we go.

And I know you two have been
freezing each other out, I know,

but I think it's time
for that to stop.

Nope. You've got
that twisted, Judd.

Wait, so you guys actually
are speaking to each other?

The night Paul
had his heart attack,

I felt his rib crack
while I gave him CPR.

I stayed up in that waiting room
all night praying he'd wake up.

And when he did,
you know what he said to me?

He told me he couldn't
look at me and to get out.

I have called and texted him
every day since,

and not once has he responded.

So, no, I'm not
freezing him out.

He's freezing me out.

I'm sorry, kiddo. I didn't know.

The last time I went through
his door, I had to kick it in.

I'm not doing that again.

This time he needs to open it.

TATUM: Morning, everyone.

My name is Jack Tatum.

I had the...

privilege to ride the engine
with Leo Darby

for all 18 of his years
at the 129.

I know today is...

one of sorrow,
but it's also one of pride too.

We're all so proud of Leo.

Now, I've never been
much of a churchgoing man,

so I can't offer you
prayers or...

insights about eternity.

But I hope this may
give you some...

comfort today.

♪

I've carried this webbing
with me for 37 years.

My first captain gave it to me

on my last day as a probie.

Captain Collins.

Now I know every firefighter
in the room

has heard this story before,

but tough,

because you're gonna
hear it again.

(all chuckling)

The webbing represents...

the link...

the connection to...

As Captain Collins
would say, he...

He'd say...

This webbing...

Yeah.

It's a symbol.

You all have heard this
a million times before,

but, damn it,
you're gonna hear it again.

My first captain...

Captain Collins...

he'd say...

"As long as you hang on
to one end of it..."

Uh...

"As long as you got one end..."

"As long as you're hanging on
to one end of it,

"someone is
hanging on to you.

"In this house...

we're all connected forever."

That's it!

That's right.

God bless Lieutenant Leo Darby.

Though you may be gone...

we'll never let you go.

♪

Thank you.

MINISTER:
Thank you, Captain Tatum.

(organ music playing)

Thanks for the assist, kid.

Anytime, Cap.

Hey.

Who died?

(tense music playing)

(siren wailing)

(drill whirring)

Nobody likes a lurker, Mateo.

How did you...
Wait, do you have eyes

in the back of your hijab
or something?

You wear a lot of body spray.

What's going on?

Well, I have this question.

MARJAN: Uh-huh.

And it's purely theoretical.

Let's say, you know
something about someone

and that something can impact
the ability to do their job.

Do you think you have
like a moral obligation

to do something about it?

Or would that
be like a betrayal?

He had a heart attack!

I did not betray Paul.
This is not my fault.

I don't know what you
people want from me.

Huh?

Marjan, no.
What are you talking about?

Chavez.
The Caps wanna see you.

The Caps?

OWEN:
Mateo, come in, please.

Have a seat.

Two captains under one roof.

This must be serious.

Yeah, I'm afraid it is.

I've been telling your cap here

about what happened
at Darby's funeral.

Oh, really?

You have?

(sighs deeply) Thank God.

Is that so surprising?

No, it's just
there was a lot going on and...

you know, I wasn't sure
if you were gonna remember.

How the hell could I forget
you showing up to have my back?

I almost broke down
like a blubbering fool

in front of everybody.

This kid pulled me back
from the abyss.

- He's a good egg.
- Yeah, he's the best.

TATUM: Which is why
I'm here today, Chavez.

With Darby gone,
I lost my second in command.

I want you to take his place.

But Darby was a lieutenant.

Well, I was hoping
the double bump might be enough

to entice you
to consider the offer.

(exhales deeply)

I mean,
with all due respect, sir,

are you sure you're
in the right frame of mind

to be making
this decision right now?

It's true, I'm grieving.

And I know how much
you love Captain Strand here
and the 126.

But as humbling
as it is to say...

I need you, kid.

OWEN: Look, we know
it's a big decision,

and we want you to take
as much time as you need

to figure out...

- I'll do it.
- Wh-what?

That's my boy!

Get over here, son!

I'm so sorry, Cap.

No, no, you don't
need to be sorry.

I mean, uh, I mean,
I'm-I'm happy for you.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I could have strangled
the little betrayer.

He said "yes" just like that?

Oh, jumped at it.

I mean, at least pretend
to be conflicted, right?

That's what I did
with my second wife

when she asked for a divorce,

I managed to look sad.

(laughs)
Well, Mateo ain't your wife.

You can't fault the kid.

I mean, going from probie
to lieutenant in one year?

It's a big pay jump.

Yeah, I guess
I was just blindsided.

Didn't expect to be down
a team member when
I woke up this morning.

Two team members.

Billy didn't offer you
another captaincy, did he?

No, no.
I ain't talking about me.

I'm talking about Paul.

Oh, Paul. Paul's fine.
He's on the mend.

He's this close to coming back.

I mean, you saw him last night.

Yeah, evidently you didn't.

'Cause what I saw was a man
who's let himself go.

Right, 'cause of
a little five o'clock shadow

and the afternoon PJs?

Come on, his body
has been through a trauma.
He's recuperating.

Marjan said that he's basically
cut her out of his life.

Alright? He ain't answering
her calls, texts, nothing.

I thought they were besties.

Yeah, it's what's
got me so concerned.

I mean,
I ain't trying to be dramatic,

but when I had PTSD,
that's what I did to Grace.

You think Paul has PTSD?

And like you said,
he's been through trauma.

Now he's pushing away
all the people
who are closest to him.

Well, maybe it's time
for us to push back.

- (knock on door)
- JUDD: Come on Strickland,
open up.

Hey! Uh, uh, hang on.

(knocking continues)

Hey, what are y'all doing here?

Well, we were thinking about
maybe taking you out for a beer.

PAUL: Damn, I wish y'all
would've called first.

I'm kinda in the middle
of something.

Like a... like a donut bender.

You still got some of
the powdered sugar
in your beard.

- What's really going on?
- Uh, nothing's going on.

Can't a man put his feet up
with some sugary
processed foods?

I'm recovering.

You got the same
crusty-ass PJs on

you did three days ago.

These are just similar ones.

It doesn't feel like
you're recovering.

It feels like you're retreating.

Says the guy
who ran off into the woods

when 126 shut down.

Yeah, and running off
didn't do me any good.

You can't hide from your demons.
Gotta fight 'em.

(murmuring):
I don't know.

I don't think I can, Cap.

Because mine are inside of me.

I mean, do you have
any idea what that's like

to not be able to trust
your own heart to keep beating?

No, we don't.
But you're not the first person

to ever get a pacemaker.

It's not a pacemaker.

It's an internal defibrillator.

Sounds a whole lot worse,
don't it?

Well, it's certainly
harder to say.

I mean, I read about it
and it says

that you should be good as new,
you know.

It ain't like it's gonna
be that different.

(clicks tongue)
I am different, Judd.

Ever since they
put this thing in me, I...

My arms and legs
feel like cement.

My energy
and my strength is gone.

And, I don't know,
my reflexes are shot.

I'm just waiting
for this thing to zap me.

Hey, Paul.

Reflexes look
pretty good to me.

Alright, why don't you
get some sleep?

You got a big day tomorrow.

We'll come by about 8:00 a.m.

Just make sure
you got your running shoes.

Wait, where are we going?

You'll see.

You guys are really annoying,
you know that?

Hey. Hey, Cap?

What would have happened
if I didn't catch this remote?

I had faith in you.

And the department's
got a great dental.

(rapid knocking on door)

Marj, what the heck?

Funny, I came to ask you
the same question.

Is it true
that you're leaving the 126?

- Yeah.
- Unbelievable.

After you giving me
so much crap last year

for wanting to go back
to Miami to get married,

and now you think you can
just slip out the back door

without so much as a goodbye?

Marj, I wanted to tell you. I...

I just didn't know what to say.

No, it's not that
you didn't know what to say.

It's that there's
no easy way to say it,

that you're an abandoner.

An abandoner?

- I am not an abandoner.
- Oh, you're an abandoner.

Abandoning us
for a stupid pay raise.

You're so wrong.
It's not even about the money.

Okay, then, Mateo,
tell me what it is about.

It's... Captain Tatum.

He's... he's going through
a lot right now and...

He needs me there for him.

Look, I am so sorry

that he lost one of his guys.

It is a tragedy.

- But he is not your family.
- Yes, he is.

And you should talk
because I've seen

how you do your family lately.

What is that supposed to mean?

Paul's twisting
in the breeze right now,

and you won't
so much as lift a finger.

Lift a finger?
I saved his life!

Well, he needs a lot more
from you than that.

Well, then he needs
to ask me for it!

Yeah, well, you don't
always need to get

a written invitation
to go help someone.

You're really gonna turn this
all back on me right now?

You're like a guilt trip ninja.

Marj...

I'm really not trying
to make you feel bad.

You know, lately I've been
wondering why I bothered

to fight so hard
to get the 126 back together.

Would have been so much easier
to just give up.

Just like everybody else.

(door opens)

(door slams)

(funky music playing)

[♪]

Lieutenant?

Excuse me, Lieutenant?

Talking to me?

You're Lieutenant Chavez, right?

Oh, yeah.
(chuckles)

It's the first time
I'm hearing it out loud.

Welcome back to the 129.

MATEO: Good to be back.

Hey, I didn't get your name.

Probie Barrett.

But everybody
just calls me "Grunt."

Well, it's nice
to meet you, Barrett.

- Can I take your bag?
- Oh, no. It's all good.

- I got it.
- Please.

If Captain Tatum sees
his new lieutenant

carrying his own bag
next to his probie...

- It's latrine duty for a week.
- Yeah.

- Oh. Thank you.
- Yeah, man.

You want a coffee, Lieutenant?

No, I'm more of
an extreme energy drink guy.

Tell me what kinds,
they'll be in the fridge
by lunch.

What do you think
you're doing, Grunt?

I was just getting him
situated, sir.

Not you, dummy, him.

Why are you here?

You know what,
on second thought, Barrett,

I think I'll take that coffee.

Sir...

I'm here because you hired me
to replace Darby, remember?

Of course, I remember.

Would you relax?
I'm just... bustin' your balls.

(Tatum laughs)

Oh, no. I'm telling you guys,
this is a bad idea.

OWEN:
You wanna start feeling
like yourself again?

You gotta pass this test
so you can get back to work.

Yeah, but what if I have
a heart attack and die?

Based on your health, your age,

it's a statistical
impossibility.

Isn't that right, Tommy?

- It's very unlikely, yes.
- So you hear that?

A medical professional
just told you you're fine.

Okay, see, that is not
what I heard her say.

Tommy, what do you really think?

I think that...

if your heart
does something abnormal,

that device will shock it back
into normal rhythm.

Okay, and what is that
gonna feel like?

Oh, I can't tell you
from experience.

What have you heard?

I've heard it's a little bit
like being kicked in the chest

by a mule.

- No, I'm out.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I've been kicked
in the chest by a mule.

- It ain't nothing.
- No, you haven't. You're lying.

- I'm not lying.
- No, you're lying.

I can tell, your eyebrow arches

every time you tell a lie, man.

It's true.
It's your poker tell.

Alright, I've never been
kicked by a mule,

but I have had my ass
kicked by PTSD.

And every time
that you give in to the fear,

that monster's gonna get bigger.

Alright, fine.

But please do not say

the only way out is through.

Okay, so you have
10 minutes, 20 seconds to pass.

(beeping)

Three, two, one, go.

TOMMY: Come on, Paul.

Come on, Paul.

("20th Century Boy"
by T.Rex playing)

JUDD: Let's go.

Your legs are
stuck in molasses.

[♪] Friends say it's fine

[♪] Friends say it's good

[♪] Everybody says
it's just like Robin Hood [♪]

(vocalizing)

-TOMMY: Okay.
-OWEN: There you go.
Come on, now.

Strickland, man, it's too slow.
You gotta pick it up.

Come on, man,
I feel like I'm gonna die!

You're not gonna die,
I promise!

(softly):
He's not gonna die, is he?

I sure hope not.

JUDD: Come on,
Strickland, let's go!

Hey, if you don't wanna
do this for yourself,

imagine that it's us
in a burning building

and we need
your help right now.

Imagine one of us is trapped.
Now let's go!

Come on, Strickland
Let's move, baby. Let's go!

Good. There he is.

OWEN:
Yeah! Look at him move!

JUDD: Go! Go!

[♪] ...just like Robin Hood

- JUDD: Good, good.
- TOMMY: There you go!

JUDD: Good.

Good.

Yeah, good!

[♪] ...talk like a rat,
sting like a bee [♪]

Here we go! Here we go!

You gotta pick up the pace!

- (grunting)
- JUDD: Come on.

(all shouting encouragement)

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

(panting)

[♪] 20th century toy

OWEN:
You gotta finish strong!

Man, you gotta go!

You gotta go!

You gotta finish strong!

You gotta move!

Let's go, let's go!

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

OWEN: Go, go, go, go!

- (beeps)
- JUDD: Ooh!

(panting)

Ten minutes, 18 seconds!

(all cheer)

Yes!

How you feel, brother?

Like a firefighter.

Let's go!

[♪]

(whistles)
You got rusty, Chavez.

Yeah, well, the 126 is more of
a shuffleboard house these days.

I'm just getting
my sea legs under me.

Would you keep it down, please?

Some of us are trying
to think around here.

Hey, Phillips.

You notice anything off
about Cap lately?

I mean, all of us have been
going through it losing Darby.

Yeah, but before Darby died.

Has he been acting...

I don't know, strange?

Yeah. Now that you mention it.

I guess maybe he hasn't been
connecting dots

as fast as he used to.

I'd still take Tatum
on his worst day

over just about anybody else
on their best.

Son of a bitch.
Son of a bitch!

(sighs)

Stay here, I'll talk to him.

PHILLIPS: Yeah.

Hey, Cap. Everything okay?

Fire commissioner is up my ass

about these
delinquent quarterly reports.

Uh... Sir?

(Tatum sighs)

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you let me
handle those reports?

- You sure?
- Yeah!

I mean, that's what
lieutenants are for, right?

To handle the dirty work.

Thanks, kid.

(sirens wailing)

Thank God you're here.
My name's Miguel,
I own the place.

Tell us what
we're looking at here.

The fire started
in the boiler room.
It spread so fast.

- TATUM: Any idea how many
folks are left inside?
- MIGUEL: Nobody.

What exactly
do you guys make here?

We're a bottling plant.

We mix salsas,
hot sauces, barbecue sauce.

Okay, so that mean you guys
store a lot of your seasonings
on the premises.

Yeah, we keep them in drums

in the south wing
of the building. Why?

Because powdered spices
are extremely flammable.

That whole wing could go off
like a powder keg any second.

- Get all your people clear,
we'll take it from here.
- MIGUEL: I will.

So what do
you think, Lieutenant?

No life hazard,
there's a high risk of
a secondary explosion.

- I say we play defense.
- Great minds.

(horn honking, siren wailing)

Well, look who's here.

Welcome to the party, Strand.

- OWEN: Lieutenant.
- Captain.

What's up, Matty?

Hey, Marjan.

Alright, Captain,
this is your scene,
where do you want us?

Well, my guys got
the wet stuff covered,

so I want your team
to head up to the south wing

and start ventilating that roof.

OWEN:
Alright, you heard him.
Ladder the roof.

- Ventilate the roof?
- Marjan, Judd,
get ready to go up.

MATEO:
No, wait. You guys, stop!

Hey, Cap, the south wing,
what are you talking about?

Did I stutter?
If they ventilate now,

we can
still save the structure.

Yeah, but you
just said that place
was a powder keg.

TATUM:
I said no such thing.

You did so,
right after the guy told us

that's where they store
all their spices in there.

- Captain, is that true?
- No, it's not true.

Your prodigal son here
has a screw loose.

Look, Cap,
you've gotta believe me.

Anybody that goes up
on that ladder dies.

(tense music playing)

OWEN:
Judd. 126. Stand down.

What do you think
you're doing, Strand?

Trusting your lieutenant.

TATUM: Well, he's not
my lieutenant anymore

because he's fired.

Get off my scene, Chavez!

I'm the IC on this call.

Those are orders,
not suggestions.

And when I give an order,
I expect it to be followed.

- Now get your people up...
- Cap!

(loud explosion)

(flames roaring)

[♪]

My God!

MARJAN: Hey.

I get it now.

I get it.

[♪]

Hey.

Hey, Cap.
I... I mean, roomie.

You've been out here all night?

Well, it's not like I have
a job to wake up for anymore.

So...

Tequila?

(dog barking)

(Owen sighs)

I think Captain Tatum
has some sort of dementia.

Yeah.

Yeah, I knew something
wasn't right on the call.

How long have you known?

Since Darby's memorial service.

He didn't even know
who had died.

He confuses takeout order menus
with quarterly reports.

Have you talked to anybody
at the department?

Not yet.

I never wanted
to leave the 126.

I didn't go to the 129
for the money or the promotion.

I went to help Captain Tatum.

To protect him.

But if I report him...

I'll destroy him.

Maybe this is exactly what you
have to do to protect him.

So you think I should
turn him in?

OWEN:
Well, speaking as your friend,

it's what I would recommend.

But speaking as your captain,
it's what I'm going to require.

My captain?

So does that mean
you'll give me my old job back?

Well, otherwise,
I think living with you

would just be awkward.

(chuckles)

JUDD:
How you feelin', man?

PAUL: I don't know, man,
ask me again in 15 minutes

when this is all over.

Yeah, you crushed it last time.

Yeah, well,
last time I didn't have

50 pounds of gear on my back

and a AFD officer
with a clipboard.

- Everybody's here behind you.
- That's right.

PAUL: Yeah, well,
not quite everybody.

Oh, Mateo had a meeting
at AFD headquarters,

and Marjan is...
Where is Marjan?

Marjan had a prior engagement.

Paul, take a deep breath.

- You will be fine.
- (sighs deeply)

I don't know, man,
I seriously feel like

my heart is beating
out of my chest right now.

TOMMY: Hold on.

Your pulse is normal.

Then why am I
sweating bullets

and feel like
I'm gonna pass out?

'Cause, man, that's
the monster talking to you.

And it's time for you
to stand up to it.

- Okay.
- Two minutes, firefighter.

Hey, yo, Cap, we should
call this off, I'm not ready.

- I need more training.
- Hey.

You're ready.

But what if I fail?

Then you'll dust your
sorry butt off and try again.

PAUL: Marjan!

I didn't think you'd come.

Why? 'Cause you've been an ass

who hasn't answered
any of my texts?

For instance.

What made you show up?

I talked to somebody
who set me straight.

- Who?
- Me.

Mateo.

Ah, you talked to Mateo.

I don't even know why I try,
man, come on.

- (Marjan laughs)
- TOMMY: We should head that way.

PAUL: Marjan...

I'm so sorry I ghosted you.

I didn't know how to face you
after the way I treated you
in the hospital.

MARJAN: Forget about it, okay?

We're good.

- I love you, Marj.
- MARJAN: You better.

(both laugh)

(all cheering)

Come on!

(whooping)

You have 10 minutes, 20 seconds
to complete the course.

- Are you ready?
- Do it.

Get set.

(heart thumping)

Go.

(cheering)

(whooping)

You got this.

(cheering)

MARJAN:
Strictly Strickland!

Yeah.

(mouths):
Go, buddy.

(defibrillator crackles)

TOMMY: Paul!
Paul, look at me.

Look at me.

Right here, right here,
look at me.

Look at me.

Alright, you okay?
You alright?

Yeah, you weren't lying.

Kicks like a mule.

This is my fault.
I brought him back too fast.

- (groans)
- TOMMY: Alright. Easy.

Come on.

(groans)

I appreciate that, Cap, but...

you're eating into my time.

What are you talking about?

(Paul panting)
My heart's okay.

I can do this.

Go! Go! Go!

You're wasting time, let's go!

(cheering)

Is he gonna be alright?

TOMMY: Lookin' good!

Yeah.

Yeah, he's gonna be just fine.

TATUM: Hey, Chavez.

Captain Tatum?

What are the odds?

A lot better than you think.

You want a drink?

The other night you were
all about the whiskeys.

(taps bar)
Bartender, two more whiskeys.

I think you've had enough
for one sitting, son.

- Let's get you home.
- No.

You don't want me in your car.

I can't ride in your car
like this.

Sure you can.
Just lean your head
out the window

like a Labradoodle.

Puke on the door,
you can clean it up later.

I mean like a Judas.

I betrayed you, Cap.

I went to the department today
and...

I...

Told them about
the bats in my belfry?

You knew?

Chief called me the second
you left the office.

Are you mad?

I'm not mad.

Is it...

Is it because you're confused?

No, I'm not confused,
damn it, I'm grateful.

Grateful? Grateful for what?

Because you kept me
from killing anyone.

(chuckles)

I turned in
my resignation today.

They're giving me
full pension and benefits.

Even gave me the name
of some fancy neurologist.

What'd I tell you
about giving me

that "poor you" look, Chavez?

I'm sorry, it won't
happen again, sir.

Better not.

Listen...

there's something
I want you to have.

Your lucky webbing?

But this is sacred, Cap.

That's why you're
the only one I trust to keep it.

As long as you're hanging on
to one end of it...

it's a lucky firefighter
that's on the other end.

Making you my lieutenant
was the best move I ever made.

I'd say I'll always
remember you, kid, but...

I'll remember
for the both of us.

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