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Coming. Coming. Geez.

Jack.

- Oh. - Andy.

- You look like fungus. - Thank you.

Uh, well, you're not answering my calls,

so, uh, I brought you some smoothies

and these chia-seed muffin things.

- The barista said they were healthy. - What is this?

This is me telling you it's time

to leave this crap-shack and come home.

But politely, with muffins and smoothies.

- Oh. - Uh, did...

Did you just refer to my house as a crap-shack?

You have a large hole in your roof that nobody has bothered to repair.

Are you always this rude?

- Only when I'm this angry. - Why are you angry?

Because you haven't been answering my calls.

- Yeah, but I've been busy. - Busy doing what?

Getting ready to patch up this ceiling.

Oh, okay, great.

Well, then, after you do that, then can you come back to work?

Nah, I'm not gonna do that.

Firefighting ends lives. Do you want to end his life?

This muffin tastes like basement.

Jack, we can go right now and talk to Chief Ross.

Yeah, no.

Well, then I'm not leaving here until

you get dressed and come with me.

Who exactly do you think you are?

I'm his friend.

And this is called tough love.

Because I've tried being gentle and I've tried being patient.

And now your plan is to poison him with cardboard muffins?

Jack, we're still your family.

Okay?

He said he's fine.

I don't... I don't get it.

This is your career.

You fought hard for this career.

It's time to save it.

- Come with me. - I can't.

You know, I have to fix this roof.

Jack.

Alright, fine. You know what? Give it. Give it. Gimme.

Okay, sorry.

I love you.

Mean it.

Bye.

So, it's 12 packs of syringes, 4 boxes of latex gloves,

- and 6 bags of saline. - Hold on, hold on, hold on.

- That was 12 packs of syringes. - Syringes.

4 of latex gloves, and 6 bags of saline.

Only six?

Yeah, let's hope there's not another heat wave.

Mm.

Hey, if you're getting tired of the clipboard,

I can switch with you.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I'm loving the clipboard.

Makes me feel like the chief.

Oh, really? Like the chief of the clinic?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, pick up the pace, Intern.

Oh.

- Can I help you? - I got it.

Well, you obviously don't got it.

You're just mixing up everything we've already counted.

- What do you need? - Ibuprofen.

What happened to the supply downstairs?

It's all out.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Just go easy on those, okay?

They're a little rough on the stomach lining.

I tell her that, too, but Maya doesn't always do

what's best for her.

Yeah. Thanks for the tag team, but I'm good.

Want to talk about it?

- Talk about what? - "Talk about what?"

Look, I got frostbite from the chill in the air.

Marriage is hard, that's all.

Don't I know it.

My wife threw poo-covered sheets at me this morning.

What?

Well, she didn't mean it the way that it sounds.

You know, at least I don't think she did.

But, you know, look, Pru had an accident,

Miranda was in a hurry,

and I caught a handful of raw toddler poop.

Ahh...

As I said, marriage is hard.

Mm!

March 4, 1976.

- Come on, take a guess. - I don't want to guess.

Jones and Peterson respond to a garbage fire

outside Emerald City Bar.

That became Joe's bar.

Our bar.

It's like being back in 1976.

- Isn't that cool? - It's fascinating.

Holy crap, this thing's 14 pages long.

Oh, my God, okay, so it's 14 pages long.

You want to make sure Dixon doesn't get the endorsement, right?

You can do 14 pages.

You can do 114 pages if they want you to.

What is that?

It's the questionnaire for the union

- to get their endorsement. - Go, Travis.

"If elected, will you support maintaining the service levels

and staffing of the fire department?" No. No, you know what?

- I'm gonna slash the budget. - Oh, my God.

I mean, who would do that?

Dixon would. I mean, he wouldn't say it, but he would think it.

Yeah, and yet he's winning. How is he winning?

Chief Ross says that he has a hold on the police

and the fire unions.

I mean, what is it that they see in this guy?

Union guys are old-school.

My dad would tell me about the meetings he went to when I was a kid.

Let's just say there's a reason

- they love the Dixons of the world. - Hm.

So you're saying that they tend to like old Draconian white men

and are less keen on, say, neurotic, self-righteous,

- half-Korean gay men? - Stop.

Yeah, well, I don't have to say it to say it.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

It's the first inning of game one.

- We got this, okay? - Mm.

I'm gonna get a list of all the union members,

and we're gonna win each one of them over, because...

- We are prepared. - We are charming.

- Charming. - You're charming.

We are charming. We are charming.

- You're charming. - Mm! I'm charming.

I can be charming. Yeah, okay. I got this.

Why are you reading the Dead Sea Scrolls this morning?

I found some old logbooks in the back.

- It's pretty cool. - O-kay.

He's a fire nerd, huh?

- I am a fire nerd. - Yeah.

Wait till he starts testing you.

- Mm. - I think it's cute.

Crisis One requested

for a domestic at Garret and 72nd.

Domestic. My favorite.

- Lucky. - That's not...

No, I'm just saying. Not about the domestic.

I just... I'm stuck on desk duty today, so...

Yeah, well, I served my desk-duty sentence.

- Oh, yeah, wait, Maya. - Huh?

Thanks for standing up to Beckett for Andy.

- That was... - That took a lot of guts.

- Yeah. - Thank you. Thank you.

Props on that.

Herrera...

What can I do for you? Please tell me "nothing."

Nothing for me, sir.

Wonderful. Then have a... Have a nice day.

Well, I'm here about Jack.

And I have some muffins.

Jack, yeah.

Uh, uh, pretty boy, handcuffed.

Handcuffed to a tree, right?

The man's suffering, Captain.

I think... I think we should do something to help him.

We're all suffering, Herrera.

Read Nietzsche.

These muffins taste like sadness.

I'm serious. We're the only family he has.

- Okay. - This is his home.

Alright, I'm a little bit confused. I thought Gibson taking off

was the best thing that ever happened to you.

What does that have to do with anything?

You're only back because he's gone.

So how is that supposed to work if we bring him back?

All I'm saying is, we... we fight for Jack.

We find room for him.

Come on, he's an excellent firefighter.

He was an excellent firefighter, and now he doesn't work here

because he doesn't want to work here.

I know, but my thought is...

- you threaten him. - Threaten him? With what?

So, his six-month leave has come and gone.

You tell him if he doesn't engage,

start the process to come back,

ask for help or treatment or whatever he needs,

that you're gonna cut him loose.

Gibson never asked for a six-month leave.

- What? - That's right. He just took off.

He flew the coop, no conversation,

- no paperwork, no notice. Okay? - No, I-I...

I know you just want to help your friend,

but I'm not sure I want a firefighter

that I can't count on.

Goodbye, Herrera.

Take your muffins with you. They're a choking hazard.

This neighborhood look familiar?

Maybe we've responded to this address before?

God, I hope it's that drunken guy

that got stuck in a doggy door.

Still my favorite call.

Yeah, well, whatever it is,

I'm sure it beats putting up with Beckett.

He still on your case?

I can take whatever he's dishing out.

Nobody's doubting your pain tolerance.

I'm just saying, if it gets to be too much, you can come to us.

You shouldn't be punished for looking out for the team

and trying to get Andy's job back.

- We're on your side. - Well, maybe you shouldn't be.

- Why is that? - No reason. I'm just overworked.

Right.

Whenever Miranda and I... work too hard,

it really puts a stress on our marriage, you know.

This morning, she actually threw poop at...

- My marriage is fine. - You don't want to talk about it.

I got it.

Oh.

Hey, Herrera.

What are you giggling about?

Oh, it's the dating app banter.

Apparently, I'm the king of, uh, flirty puns.

Oh. Wow.

Who knew?

You alright?

Uh, I'm just worried about Jack.

That guy lied to you for months about where he was.

- Uh... - Doesn't that piss you off?

Yeah, it absolutely does. I mean...

But I will hand him his ass

right after I save his career.

- Did he ask for that? - No, but I'm more stubborn than he is.

You can't fight his battles for him,

especially if he doesn't want to be back.

- Did I ask you for advice? - Nope.

- I'm gonna give it to you anyway. - Ah. We call that mansplaining.

Alright, I'm just gonna watch you torture yourself

through this losing battle and say nothing.

Jack doesn't even know what he wants.

He's living and partying with the widow of a dead firefighter

whose death he feels responsible for.

That's... toxic.

Like, does that even sound like what he wants?

Are you asking now?

Was there a question mark on my sentence?

Look, sometimes people need to hit rock bottom

before they ask for help.

And he's not asking you for help.

He's asking you to...

to give him the dignity of his own experience.

Hello!

You're getting another text from Milkmaid47.

- 47. - Wow.

I don't know why you would even consider a date

with a woman who calls herself Milkmaid.

- Uh, it's a reference to... - I know what it's a reference to.

Okay, well, then you know.

- What's going on? - Neighbors called 911.

Said they heard yelling and glass breaking.

How long you been here? Did you hear anything?

I just got here. Haven't heard a thing.

They say if anyone was hurt?

That's all dispatch gave me.

Okay, let's check it out.

Oh, uh, wait, dispatch did give me their names.

Kitty Dixon and her husband, Michael Dixon.

- So, like, Chief Michael Dixon? - Candidate for mayor Michael Dixon?

Yeah, that's the one.

Huh.

Yeah.

Credit

Travis came to dinner here once.

Said it was like "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?"

I don't know what that means.

It's a movie about drunk people who hate each other.

It was a play first.

- Really? - Uh-huh.

Oh.

- Can you hear anything? - Nothing.

Maybe we should call this one in to PD.

Good morning.

Oh, or is it afternoon?

We're responding to a 911 call. Your neighbors are concerned.

- Oh, dear. - Can we come in?

Well, what kind of hostess would I be?

Come.

So, can I get you something?

Some, uh, Chardonnay?

Oh, um, no. Uh...

Mrs. Dixon, we were called here

because your neighbors reported yelling

and the sound of breaking glass.

- Do you know anything about that? - Doesn't ring a bell.

- Is Chief Dixon home? - Chief.

I love how you all treat him with such reverence.

"Chief,"

"Captain,"

- "Mayor." - Yeah.

Whoopsie.

No, Chief Dixon is gone.

Okay, I think I'm gonna stand guard outside,

just in case he comes back.

- Good idea. - Thanks.

- Are you hurt? - Yes.

I am devastated that my favorite liquor store

doesn't deliver anymore.

Are you physically hurt?

Define "physical."

It seems like everything's okay here,

so we're gonna let you get back to your afternoon.

And make sure that you give us a shout if there's...

Warren?

Oh. Oops.

You saw that, huh?

Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag.

Mm, or Kitty's in the bag.

Yeah.

I had tests in college that were shorter than this.

Oh, you are focusing on the wrong thing,

and you're getting overwhelmed. I need you to focus on the goal.

- Right, yes, the goal, the goal. Right. - Okay.

Wrestle the endorsement away from Dixon.

Now, this... this is your opportunity

to introduce yourself to the union

and show them how different you are.

- I am different, aren't I? - Yeah, but in a good way.

I meant it in a good way.

Right. What?

Tra... Okay, can you just ask me the first question?

Let's go, let's do this.

"Do you have a written campaign plan?"

Pbht.

No one has more ideas than you.

You've got... You could fill pages with them, right?

This is playing right into your strengths, so let's just...

- Okay. - Next question.

"Have you ever run for or held an elected office?"

- High school vice president. - Great! Yeah, that's good.

It's the truth, and the truth is always good.

I was impeached.

Next question?

Okay. "Please describe your campaign manager's experience."

I was the president of the theater club.

- And the treasurer. So... - Nah, I can't do this.

Travis, no one is holding my lack of experience against you.

Yeah, because they're too busy holding mine against me.

Engine 19 requested.

Car fire at Binder Avenue and Maple Street.

- Can you take me with you? - No!

Read that!

Bye. Have fun.

Hurry. Come on. Hurry.

Yeah, let's get down there.

Let's go, let's go.

Are you getting geared up?

Yeah.

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Okay.

Do you...

Do you have any more tools?

Maybe, like, a SKILSAW?

Don't know what that is.

But those are all the tools he had.

Those were Rigo's tools.

Couldn't get rid of them.

I feel weird using Rigo's tools.

Good. You should.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Easy there, Nurse Jackie.

Those are, you know, strong, and mine for... for pain.

Well, I'm in pain, too, Jack.

Just 'cause we don't talk about it doesn't mean it's not there.

- Okay, well, Rigo was, and is... - Don't talk to me about Rigo.

You just said you wanted to talk about him.

I did not. I said I want you to let me take a pill

if I want to take a pill.

- Aah! - Wow.

Smooth. Do you even know what you're doing?

Yeah, I can do it, okay?

I just need a SKILSAW and... I don't know... some extra wood.

Oh, Andy got to you.

No, she didn't.

If you want to go back, you should go back.

The only place I want to go is the hardware store.

- You want to come? - Nope.

- Okay. See ya soon. - Uh-huh.

Looks like Dixon is an abusive husband.

No surprise there.

Well, we don't know that yet.

God, I am so sick of seeing this.

Okay, Maya, this is not the situation with your family.

- We remain neutral. - Yeah, got it.

- It was just a little quarrel. - It doesn't look that way.

- Are you married? - Yes.

Well, then you know.

I'm sure you and your husband are no strangers to the marital spat.

- Uh, Mrs. Dixon... - Hmm?

I've been married for over a decade. There is broken glass.

Your neighbor called.

- This is no spat. - Ugh, Cindy. She's such a gossip hound.

- Kitty, you don't deserve this. - Deserve what, dear?

Look, I saw this happen to my own mother.

It is hard to see from the inside. I didn't even see it at first.

Wait. Oh, dear. You think I'm a Lifetime movie.

A little battered woman cowering in the corner. How sad.

If your husband went into a rage and broke a window...

Oh, for heaven's sakes. I did it!

Okay? See?

I smashed it because he is a pathetic little man.

So screw him!

- Help! - We can't get out!

It's an all-electric vehicle. No tailpipe.

Masks up. That smoke is toxic.

- This could get messy. - Travis, get a line.

Sullivan, Theo, get those people out.

I'll disconnect the battery to disable the airbags.

Help! Get us out of here!

Too much smoke! Too much smoke! Get us out!

Help! Please!

Someone modified this vehicle.

Yeah, they can't open the door.

Nothing works!

It just started saying "Error." That's all it says.

There must be a short in the battery.

It shuts everything down.

- Maddy, are you okay? - I can't breathe.

She's losing consciousness.

Get those people out now.

Maddy, we're gonna get you out of here, alright?

Use the manual release.

- What the... There is none! - It's on the handle.

There's nothing.

Check the floor next to your feet.

Got to get them out now. Break it.

- No, don't break it! You can't! - Move out of the way!

- Now! - Break it!

Cover your face.

Clear!

Oh, my dad is gonna kill me.

Come on, Maddy. Here we go.

I got you.

She's gonna need oxygen.

Come with me. Come on.

There should have been a fail-safe on that battery. Someone hacked it.

And once that battery pack builds up enough heat,

it's like a trick birthday candle.

It'll keep lighting up on its own.

- Hit it, Travis! - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

No, you can't ruin it! No water!

He said I'm embarrassing.

Me, Katherine Huntington, embarrassing.

You know what? I'll tell you what's embarrassing.

You know what's embarrassing? Wearing denim to dinner.

Okay, Kitty, there are many ways to feel trapped in a marriage...

Physically, emotionally, financially.

Oh! Dick doesn't come from money.

No, no, that's all mine.

Yeah, he was my little rebellious fling.

And look at me now... puttering around like arm candy

while my inheritance funds his little vanity campaign.

You... You do know that he has no funders, right?

- Yeah, he couldn't raise a dime. - Yeah, can I see your hand, please?

Why are you making such a fuss?

My plastic surgeon will fix it. He's very good.

Ms. Dixon, if you feel unsafe here, we can help relocate you.

Oh, I'm nobody's victim, sweetheart.

I'm not saying that you're a victim, but I do...

- Sir, you can't go in. - What the hell?

- This is my house. - Oh, there he is... man of the house.

Get out of my way.

Ow. That stings.

- What the hell is this? - Hello, Dick.

Yeah, you know what?

We don't actually do animal disposal, sir.

King County has a service for that.

Yeah, I think you just call them, and you tell them

you have a raccoon in your pool.

Yeah, okay.

You are very welcome.

Do you need help?

Oh, you don't want to help me count these.

No, I am so bored, I actually do.

Okay.

Do you want to talk about it?

Is it that obvious?

Well, I am wildly observant, but, yeah, it's very obvious.

I might be pregnant.

Yay?

I might be pregnant, but I also might not be pregnant.

- Oh. - And... and I don't even

know what I'm rooting for, because Maya and I are not in a good place.

She feels impossible to talk to.

And... I don't even know how I feel about this anymore.

Okay, I'm sorry. You don't know if you want to be pregnant?

You've been trying so hard for so long.

I know. We have.

And it's cost money and time and pain and heartbreak.

I don't like feeling like I don't even know my own mind,

my own heart.

- Okay, well, why don't you take a test? - N-No.

Without Maya here?

- N... What if it's positive? - What if it is?

- I mean, how would you feel? - I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

And... and it's probably too early to tell, so...

Okay, well, I don't know.

It sounds like you're feeling out of control.

Maybe this would help you feel like you're doing something.

You have the inventory sheet?

Yeah.

Can you mark down one less pregnancy test?

Yes. Done.

I didn't know there was another way to open the door.

That's because you stole your dad's car.

It just... sits in the driveway. I just...

Is she gonna be okay?

She's breathing better now.

Your girlfriend, uh, have any medical issues?

I don't know.

She's... She's not my girlfriend.

I mean, she said that she'd go out with me,

but I got this old, beat-up junk car.

My dad says that having a nice car is the way to impress women.

Your dad's wrong.

That's good. Now breathe. Nice and easy, okay?

Service manager needed on the floor.

Service manager, come to the floor, please.

Honey, did you grab the list from the counter?

- _ - _

_

Oh!

- What was that? - Oh, no.

- Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh. - Are you alright?

- Sir, are you okay? - Are you okay, sir?

- Should we... - Sorry. Here. Let's...

- Let's try to get you... - Hey, whoa! No, no, no. No, no.

Don't... don't... Don't move him. Don't move him.

- Oh. - Here, let me get these.

Are you experiencing any loss of focus,

any blurred vision, dizziness?

No. No, just my head.

Can I sit up?

No, no. It's best you don't move

until we get you checked out.

Does it hurt when I press on the back of your neck like this?

- Yeah. - Did you call an ambulance?

- Yes. - Are you a doctor?

Uh, no. I'm not, uh, anything anymore.

We found a doctor.

Out of the way. What happened?

Uh, some copper pipes fell directly on his head.

An ambulance is on its way.

Well, that was easy.

Huh. They usually don't go out that fast.

- Usually? - Well, it's not an exact science.

I'll get the thermal-imaging camera to check

if there's any heat from the battery pack.

Good job.

The fire's out for now, but we got to get that thing towed.

- What happens now? - You need to call your dad.

I can't. He will disown me.

I'm sure that's not true.

Yeah, well, I'll never hear the end of it.

When I was 10, I fell off my bike,

and he made fun of me until I was 15.

He said I needed to thicken my skin.

Ah, great. Now I'm crying in front of her.

Whoa, whoa! Okay, okay, lady.

Matt, I don't give a crap about flashy cars.

Your dad sounds like a dick.

All human beings have feelings.

Toxic masculinity is, like, so over.

- So, what do I do? - Time to call.

Why are you people in my house?

There was a report of domestic violence.

I told them it was nothing, Dick.

See? Clearly, it is nothing.

Apparently, it was enough for a neighbor to be concerned.

A man can be a victim of abuse, too.

So if you need to take a walk and talk to somebody...

- Oh, my God! Stop this. - We can get...

Get out. What happens in our home privately

is no one's concern but ours.

- Ooh! Big man. You tell 'em, honey. - Kitty, please. You're drunk.

Don't talk to her like that.

Bishop, take your daddy issues out on somebody else.

- Kitty, let's not make a scene. - Oh, why, Dick?

Am I embarrassing you in front of your team?

Oh, I'm sorry. Actually, the... the team

that you were... fired from.

Mrs. Dixon, why don't you sit down before you hurt yourself?

Oh, I will not sit.

- Damn it, Kitty, sit down! - Why?

What are you gonna do, Dick? Huh?

Wear your little suits and your pin,

Just for Men hair? And you think I'm embarrassing?

Do you realize who I could have married?

- Keith Vanderbilt. - Keith Vanderbilt. That's right.

Oh, you guys, he was so gorgeous and rich.

And I was the idiot who turned him down to run off with this...

- well, this... - This what, Kitty?

- This middle-class imbecile? - Ah, well, you said it, not me.

Would you watch where you're going?

L-Let's all just take a breath.

No wonder Emmett fled the country. You're insufferable!

He left because of you!

- No, no. - You want a scene, honey?

- Here. - No.

No, don't do that.

You are a lowlife idiot.

- No, no, no, no. - No.

Oh, yeah? Well, you have a stick up your ass.

- Kitty. - Mrs. Dixon, please put down the vase.

- That was your mother's. - No, no, no.

Pl... No. No, no, no, no.

Oh!

- Oh. - Okay.

I didn't mean to hit him.

I just wanted to rattle him a little bit.

- You both need counseling. - Oh, please. That's so gauche.

- Fighting's normal. - Nope. Nope.

Trust me, this... This is not normal.

I mean, look, my wife threw sheets at me

this morning that happened to be covered in raw toddler poo.

And I was irritated,

and she apologized, and she explained to me

that she was aiming for the hamper.

And it wasn't her fault that I felt the need to play catch.

See, that, that right there, that's normal.

That is mildly disgusting,

but it is also a normal marital spat.

No one got injured.

No one even raised their voice.

Your life sounds so painfully boring.

I was just thinking the same, exact thing.

Right?

Oh, Dick, honey, I'm sorry.

I know you are, honey.

Okay, so, you don't need stitches.

Do you feel safe enough to stay here?

What the hell are you talking about, Warren?

- Yeah. - What's he writing?

Incident report.

You know, it's nice to see this little Crisis One charade

up close and personal.

It's gonna make it a lot easier for me to shut it down.

You're sexy when you talk politics.

Is this your car?

Sir, is this your car?

- Yes. - Well, when you hack the software,

it messes with the limiters that keep the battery running cool.

Load it up.

Well, you can't load it just yet. The battery's still hot.

Feels nice and cool to me, sweetheart.

It's Lieutenant Sweetheart, actually.

- Yeah, whatever. - Look, the lithium car battery

has hundreds of little batteries

that are jammed together in one panel under the car.

You hit a vulnerable piece of that,

and it... it's not good.

You done?

This is my car.

That is a private tow-truck company.

I can do whatever I want. My property.

Okay, but what you're doing is dangerous.

Take it up with me in court, then, okay?

My firm will eat you alive.

Okay.

Are you sure you're okay for us to go?

Yep. I have book club tonight, so I have to get ready.

- What's the problem, Bishop? - Emotional abuse is still abuse.

I don't abuse women.

I love my wife.

So much so that I'll take a vase to the head for her.

You hear that, Kitty?

- I love you. - Aww! You do?

I know you're my best asset.

I'm a bland, pasty bureaucrat.

You're the spark.

We make a great team.

- We do, don't we? - Of course we do.

And I'm sorry Emmett left the country.

We'll plan a big trip to visit him.

Oh. He's such a charmer.

See, this is why he's gonna be such a good mayor.

Well, thank you all for coming.

It's so nice to see Emmett's friends.

I'm gonna need an NDA from both of you.

Yeah, you've got one. It's called HIPAA.

Yeah, I'm gonna need a much stronger one than that.

My attorney will be in touch.

Where is he? What the hell were you thinking?!

- I'm... I'm really sorry. - You're sorry?

They had a little bit of smoke inhalation,

but they're both fine.

Can't say the same thing about my car, though, huh?

Yeah. Thought you could put on a tough-guy act for this girl?

Driving around, showing off in your daddy's new car?

- Pathetic. - Okay, don't talk to him like that.

- Excuse me? - They're kids.

You're throwing a tantrum, worried about your car?

You should be relieved your son isn't hurt.

We'll talk about this later.

Come on. Let's get the hell out of here.

- Hey, take it slow. - Alright, let's pick it up

and get back to the station.

- Hey! - I knew this was too good to be true.

Here we go again. What the hell?

Oh, great. You got to put that out.

- What are you doing? - Get out! Get out of the truck!

- Hey, shut off the truck! - Okay, okay.

Move away! The smoke is toxic.

It's fine.

Is it weird that we're doing this?

Seven months ago, you...

- I mean, you gave me a-an abortion. - Ah.

So I'm just saying, is this our thing now?

Oh, God, I hope it's not our thing.

So, what are you hoping for?

Maya has mental-health issues.

That's what I think.

And I have lived a lot of my life with people

who have mental-health issues, and I am good at it.

But the thing that happens when you're in a relationship

with somebody with mental-health issues

- is that you don't matter. - Mm.

Your fear, your needs, your problems... They don't matter.

Well, mental illnesses don't make you inherently selfish.

But I don't know. It is selfish

if Maya's refusing to do anything about it.

It shouldn't be like that.

I know. It shouldn't be.

But it is like that right now.

And it doesn't have to be, if she recognizes she has issues

and... and she gets help.

And... and that's why I'm staying, because...

Oh, my God... I'm so in love with her.

But I want her back the way she was.

I want us back the way we were.

And... so I'm waiting.

But it's hard. Because I want to matter.

Mm.

What does it say?

Okay, you know what? Hold on.

Just don't... don't look. Just... Just say it.

What do you want? No second guesses.

- Just what do you want? - I want a positive.

I-I-I want a positive. I want a baby.

I want to be a mom.

But I want my wife to be here with me.

I want her to be committed and involved.

I-I-I don't want to do this alone.

- Okay. Cool. - What are you doing?

Well, like you said, it's probably too early anyway.

But now you know what you want.

And what you want is for your wife to be standing beside you

the moment you find out you're gonna have a baby.

Right?

So we're not gonna look.

We're not gonna look?

I don't know. I'm not the boss of you.

But I am a good listener,

and I think we should leave it in the trash.

And you need to go fight for what you want.

Yeah. Thank you.

- Yeah. - This is our thing.

This is our thing. Yeah.

I mean, we just prevented them from killing each other,

and he's still gonna cut Crisis One?

- Are you surprised? - No, I mean...

You think they're gonna be okay?

No. They both seem like they need serious help.

Listen, um, I know it's hard to leave your personal stuff

at the door in these kinds of situations.

I mean, it's really impossible to separate

yourself from your own past.

I've dealt with my past.

I'm talking about your present.

You interjected your personal stuff onto Kitty today,

- and that is not... - Not what?

It seems like you are navigating... tricky marriage issues.

We all have our personal stuff to deal with,

but it is our job to leave it at home.

I am not having marriage issues.

I'm dealing with it in my own way.

- Mm. - It is under control.

That's literally what Dixon just said.

Connect a supply line to that hydrant.

Dispatch, the battery on this vehicle has reignited.

- Send me two additional engines. - Herrera, catch me up.

Tow-truck driver being treated for minor injuries

after an electric car ignited while in transport.

Go ahead, hit it.

That's not gonna help. Once this thing gets hot like this,

it'll take hours to go out.

So it takes hours.

I have two additional engines rotating in.

That's a waste of resources, Lieutenant.

You have to let an electric fire run its course.

Even the manufacturer says to let it burn.

- We can't just let it burn. - We can and we will.

Cut it!

Team, we are on exposure protection. Be ready to contain.

We are just going to let this run its course.

And that is an order, Lieutenant.

No, it's toxic. It's poisoning the air.

Let it burn, baby.

Beckett. What are you doing?

This isn't what we do.

You know, we were...

we were a family before you came into our station.

When one of us was... was in trouble, we helped.

We're not doing that anymore, and I don't know why.

I mean, one of our own is imploding,

and we're just sitting back and watching him burn.

It's not right.

It's not right.

And if you can't lead us through this, Captain, I will.

Keep those people back.

I'm gonna do it right now. Keep them back.

No problem. I want to do a quick inventory.

Yeah, go for it. I'm just gonna check

the call logs and the jobs.

Come on. Who never took their dad's car?

It's a rite of passage.

- No, I didn't. - No way. My dad? Oof.

That would have been World War III.

I did... twice. Both times, severely punished.

Both times, completely worth it.

It's a rite of passage, right?

Five hours for a car fire, huh?

What, were you putting it out with a thimble?

Electric car.

Oh. Well, say no more.

Oh, he's getting worse.

- Who? - Dixon.

He posted a ridiculous clip from a campaign event this morning.

As your next mayor, my priorities will be to help maintain, facilitate,

and expand organizations like this beautiful

- new community center. - Did he dye his hair?

I know for a fact he doesn't believe what he's saying at all.

He's such a hypocrite.

- God, he's so boring, too. - He is so boring.

He's a boring hypocrite with zero emotion.

Not when I saw him.

- Maya. - What?

Nothing. Forget it.

No. Why should we protect him?

Because it's against department policy,

there are laws and regulations,

and, you know, humanity, decency, and morality.

Mm.

The domestic call we went on this morning

was at Dixon's house.

If you're looking for a scandal for your campaign,

there's probably something there.

- You can't use that. - What? No, I won't.

- You can't. - I'm not going to.

- We might. - No!

We're not gonna.

Give me a second.

Do you, uh, mind giving me a hand?

I'm late for work.

I thought you said you could do it.

Yeah, no, I can, I can. Never mind.

What kind of man are you?

Are you serious? You're... you're picking a fight right now?

You started the fight.

You let your snarky little friend

smack-talk my house and you didn't shut her down.

Then you casually bring up Rigo.

"It's weird to use his tools."

Like, how much weirder is it than screwing his wife?

Okay, yeah, no, you're right. I was... I was wrong for that one.

Just let me do this, okay?

Mm. Rigo would have fixed it on day one...

- With a smile on his face. - Okay.

This is why I don't believe in God anymore.

He always takes the wrong ones.

He said he's gonna cut Crisis One.

Of course he said that about Crisis One.

And she hit him with a vase?

- You know you can't use this. - Come on!

Why... Why can't... Why can't we? Why can't we?

It's like the tr... No, Ben, seriously.

It's like the trolley problem, right?

Okay, I do the one bad thing, leak the information,

which allows a good thing to happen,

like Dixon dropping out of the race,

and the morality cancels itself out.

No, no, no, okay?

There is no philosophy to justify that.

It is wrong. And you... you can't use your government job

to try and balance the whole thing out.

Okay, but what if it was, like, accidentally shared

with the wrong person?

- Still no. - Oh, come on, Ben!

- Travis... - She's coming.

Okay. I know, I know. Okay.

- Right. - Hey, what's up?

Alright, everyone, I have one question for you.

Mm-hmm?

Are we ready to be a family again?

- What do you mean? - Are... Are we or are we not a family?

- Yes. - Of course.

Right, okay. So are we ready to be a family again?

- Yes. - Let me hear it, 19.

19!

No, no, bring it in, bring it in.

I'm serious. Bring it in.

On 3. Here we go.

- 1, 2, 3... - 19!

In! In!

- Whoo! Yes! - Alright.