All language subtitles for NOO.s08e05.720p.WEB.H264

Okay, Tin Man, I'm gonna
need you to be less smooth

and more stiff, okay?

Uh, Scarecrow,
come a little bit to your left.

All right. And, Dorothy,
wh-where's your oil can?

- I don't know.
- Ooh.

Come on, Jee,
let me have that cookie

so you can get
in this Halloween picture.

It's a doggie treat.

- I got you, Toto.
- Okay,
everyone's together. Ready?

One, two, three.

Oh, these pics
are gonna be great.

Karen, thank you so much
for taking Jee.

She's really excited
to go trick-or-treating

- with Denny and Mara.
- Of course.

We can't go without Toto
leading the way.

- Come on. You two
aren't getting out of this.
- Yeah, yeah.

- We need a group shot.
Come on.
- Nah, we don't have costumes.

It doesn't matter
about the costumes.

- It's about family.
- Yes.

- Come on. Right now.
- Okay.

Ready? Here we go.

All right, on three,
we will say, "Halloween."

Ready? One, two, three.

Halloween.

How adorable was Jee-Yun saying
that the cookie was a dog treat?

When she growled
at Chim, I died.

- Halloween's the best.
- Ugh, it is.

But if you think
they had fun tonight,

you should see them
trick-or-treating

- on actual Halloween.
- Oh.

I wish.

What if you did more
than just wish, for once?

You know I have to work.

It's one of the busiest nights
of the year.

Just like Christmas
and Fourth of July

and New Year's.

Working through the holidays
is part of the job, Karen.

So, there's no such thing
as personal days?

Yeah, but it'll be
so last-minute.

We'd be scrambling
to find someone to cover.

You scramble every time
the tones go off.

I'm sure they could
find somebody, Hen.

I guess
I would just feel guilty,

bailing on everyone else
in the house

when they still have to work.

What about this house?

It's Mara's
first Halloween with us.

We both know it'd mean the world
to us if you were there.

Yeah.

Think of it this way.

She'll never forget it
if you come.

And she'll never forget it
if you don't.

Okay.

I'll talk to Bobby.

Thank you.

It was All Hallows' Eve.

A sedan drove down
a slick, shadowy road

illuminated only
by the soft glow

of the full moonlight,
when bang!

It was ripped in two

by a telephone pole.

Now, I have more intense ones
that I could share,

but the school board
asked us to stop showing them

a few years ago.

Too triggering.

The scariest thing
about Halloween

isn't the ghosts or the goblins.

It's the deadliest night
of the year for young people.

Twice as many die,
from drunk driving,

getting hit by cars--

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

- Am I bothering you?
- No, you're fine.

It is such cap.

Welcome to my world.

That's life with the Sigmas.

Sigma? What's a Sigma?

It's like today's version
of the cool kids, but cooler.

You know, maybe I could
dip into a few of the classics

for, uh, old times' sake.

Anybody curious
about what happens

when a throwing dart
goes through

a human jawbone?

Or a slip-and-slider ends up

under a riding lawn mower?

It's not your fault
you don't speak Sigma.

No. I don't speak stupid.

- ♪ Deddle-leddle-let ♪
- ♪ Huah-ha ♪

♪ Zombie ♪

♪ Deddle-leddle-let ♪

♪ Huah-ha, ha, ha ♪

- ♪ Zombie ♪
- ♪ They gave me... ♪

Whoa, whoa. This is called
Firehouse Haunt Fest,

not the Firehouse Fall Fest.

Cap, where's the spooky?

Where's the macabre?
Where's the gore?

Uh, gore?

We got spiderwebs,
we got bats, we got crows.

Fake blood.
Does fake blood count?

Fake blood is just a start.

This place should be
festooned with blood.

Let's remember
who we're doing this for.

We got kids of all ages coming
through here, so no blood.

You know how hard it is
to clean blood in real life.

Fake blood is no different.

She's got a point.
Remember, we have to clean

this mess up afterwards,
so "festoon" accordingly.

- No blood.
- How did we end up

on haunted house duty anyway?

Every year, the department
chooses a different house

for community outreach.

Last year, it was the 126,

so I'm making it my personal
mission to crush them.

Then blood is the way to go!

Kids love gore.

Eddie, tell 'em.

Would Christopher prefer
more or less Halloween gore?

Actually, uh,
Christopher doesn't want

anything to do with Halloween,
turns out.

What? Why? What happened?

Mom just told me he's done

with trick-or-treating.

Thinks it's "cringe."

Oh, I'm sorry, Eddie.

Um, he's in El Paso.

Not like I was gonna be able
to do it with him anyway.

I just wish I knew
last year was his last.

I get it.

It messes you up
when a door closes.

Yeah, bummer is,
you never know when the door

is gonna close,
and when it does, then--

It's sealed.

Enjoy Jee while
you still can, my friend.

I'm trying every day,
but it just goes so dang fast.

Okay, everyone...

feast your eyes
on the newest star of the 118.

Good lord, Buck. What is that?

Now that's what
I'm talking about.

- Where did you get this?
- A Hollywood prop house

down the street
from my apartment.

He was tucked away
in a musty old corner.

For good reason.

He looks like the Crypt-Keeper.

- Yeah.
- He look like he been dead

- 200 years.
- Exactly.

This is craft, people.

Uh, prop guy said it'd been used

in a bunch of old Westerns,

so I figured we'd give him
a cowboy hat and a vest,

maybe even a six-shooter.

- Pow-pow.
- Uh, I don't know, Buck.

This might be too intense
for some of the younger kids.

Trust me on this one, Cap.

This guy is a showstopper.

Welcome to the spookiest night

of your short little lives.

I am your guide, Cap Dracula.

- Behind this curtain--
- It's "Count" Dracula.

Yeah, I-I know.
I'm a fire captain,

so I'm saying "Cap" instead
of "Count." It's-- never mind.

Behind these curtains

are thrills and scares your
young minds cannot even imagine.

But before you enter,
there are three rules:

no running,
no touching the set decoration--

the ghouls worked
very hard on it--

and most importantly,
have a terrifyingly good time.

Who wants to be my next patient?

Not me.

Rah!

Ah!

Uh...

Well, that was lame.

Yeah.

Ooh, candy!

You're all gonna die!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

Howdy, partners.

Congratulations on
making it to the end

of the Firehouse Haunt Fest.

Come on over
and get your reward.

Come on, now.

Reach on in and grab a handful.
You earned it.

Wh-- uh, d-doesn't
anybody want any?

He's creepy.

Oh, hey, he's-he's not creepy.

Uh-- oh, uh, well,
maybe a little, but, uh,

he's harmless.

He's not even real.

He's just a dummy.

I don't like his arm.

Well, that's okay.

I can just move them
out the way.

Come on, come closer.

"Hey, cowpoke, that tickles."

He's fine.

Grab this one...

A-Are those worms?

I think they're tendons.

Tendons?

Oh, my God, he's real.

He's real! He's real!

He's real! He's real! Ugh.

Hey. You forgot something.

Well, you called it, Buck.
He was a showstopper.

I just don't understand.

Why would they rent me
a real body?

That's LAPD's problem now.

Let's get all this set dec
put away.

Before B-shift gets in.
Let's go.

W-Wait, h-hold on, Cap.
Come on, look at them all.

They-they still want to come in.

Yeah, we can't stop now.

We just started getting
some good scares going.

H-He was already a mummy.

It's not like
there's foul play here.

Oh, there was foul play,
all right,

in the management
of that prop house.

Turns out, they had
that body inventoried

as a "curio," not a "dummy."

Sometimes, semantics do matter.

Apparently,
the log had him listed

as an old outlaw
named Billy Boils.

Billy Boils?

We'll find out more about him

once we pull
the original purchase orders,

but they're in a warehouse
in Altadena,

so it's gonna take a minute.

Well, keep us posted if you can.

Will do. Home safe.

- Home safe.
- All right.

Our work here is done.

Well, I think we can
all agree on one thing:

this was not my fault.

- Oh. Absolutely it was.
- Strong disagree.
- Oh, no way.

Come on, l-look at
all these people out here.

W-We can't just reopen
for a couple of hours, Cap?

We have all this candy.

I think we've traumatized
these kids enough for one day.

All right? Let's get to it.

Let's start boxing
this stuff up. Let's go.

Nice going, cowpoke.

My head is stuck in a pumpkin.

My head is stuck in a pumpkin.

Here, give me the phone.

LAFD. How did
this happen, exactly?

So, basically, my dad
thought it would be funny

- to do Pumpkin-Head for us.
- Pumpkin-Head?

It's this thing he used to do
when we were little.

It was funny,
when we were little.

But now it's just... cringe.

One, two...

Dad.

- All right, it's still a little funny.
- - Oh, uh, sir?

Let's get him up.
Let's get him up safely, guys.

- Nice and easy.
- Dad?

The fire department's here.

- This is Captain Nash.
- Oh.

- Uh, that-that way.
- Hi. Hi.
- His name is Franklin.

Franklin, can you just
hold still for a second?

I'm just gonna see
where we're at. Okay.

Wow. That thing is
really stuck on there.

Okay, let's
get him seated, guys.

- Get him in the chair.
- Whoa, whoa!

- Whoa, whoa!
- Whoa!

Okay, we just got
to get him sitting down.

Okay, guys,
let's move that table back

so, Hen, Chim,
you guys can check him out.

All right, Buck,
let's grab some lubricant, saw,

- anything else that we need
to slip this thing off his head.
- Yep.

I don't know how this happened.

He says he doesn't understand

how he could get it on
so easy one minute,

and barely get it
past his ears the next.

Gourds can be
very unpredictable.

Uh, sir, I'm gonna
take your pulse

while my friends
check you out, okay?

What did he say?

He says since
he and my mom got divorced,

he never gets us on actual
holidays, like Halloween.

He wanted to make us smile.

I get it, sir.

It's my daughter's first
trick-or-treat this year,

and, uh, I'm missing it.

It's kind of killing me.
Pulse is good.

Lube, flying in!

Okay. Eddie.

All right, this is gonna be
a little chilly, sir.

We're gonna try
and pull it off again, okay?

On three.

One, two, three.

Hey, hey, stop, stop.
He's saying it hurts.

Thing's really
fused on there, Cap.

Guys, try lifting it again,
just a little.

Easy.

Hen. Check this out.

Oh.

Looks like dermatitis.

Oh, is your dad
allergic to pumpkins?

No, I mean, he's been doing
Pumpkin-Head since I was a baby.

Any idea how old
those pumpkins are?

Uh, he said he bought them
last month.

Bet they're starting to rot.

The bacteria and mold is
probably causing his face

- to blow up like a--
- Pumpkin.

This is anaphylaxis.

I'll grab an epi
from the med kit.

- Uh, guys?
- Uh...

Hold on. Hold on.

- Whoa, whoa!
- Whoa!

- Whoa.
- Oof.

Whoa, whoa.
Franklin, can you hear me?

I think he aspirated
pumpkin guts.

- Eddie, can you grab the suction?
- - Copy that.

Okay, Buck, grab that saw.

Let's get this cut off of him
right now. Let's go.

Dad! Help him, please!

Eddie! Get that suction in here!

- All right.
- - Buck, I want you to score it into chunks

- and watch that skin.
- You got it, Cap.

All right, Chim.
Get in there.

Come on, Franklin.

Please be okay. Please be okay.

Come on, Franklin, come on.

Come on, Franklin.

There he is, there he is.
All right.

There he is. Okay. All right.

- There he is.
- You got him?

Get him up, get him up.

- I'm okay. I'm okay.
- Right here. There we go.

Okay.

- No more Pumpkin-Head, okay?
- Ever again.

I promise. I promise.

Okay, we should, uh,

take you to the hospital,
get you checked out.

Your girls are welcome
to come with.

- Okay. Okay.
- Yeah.

All right, Buck, Eddie,
let's get this cleaned up

and package him for transport.

Oh, hey, hey.
I want to thank you guys.

I feel so dumb,

nearly being killed
by a pumpkin.

That's okay.

You do this job long enough,

you see people get hurt
in much dumber ways.

I think I dislocated
my shoulder.

Dispatch, we're gonna need
an additional RA unit.

Ooh. Thank you, Doc.

- How's the pain?
- Yes, s-so much better.

How long do you think till he
can come back to the firehouse?

He could probably resume
light work, uh, next shift.

All right. Great news.

Well, thank you.
I appreciate it.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I came as soon
as my shift ended.

- Ah, thanks for coming.
- Yeah.

That sounded like
good news, though.

Uh, yeah, yeah, I-I suppose.

For the moment.

"For the moment"?
What does that mean?

Don't even ask.

For the
118 Firehouse Haunt Fest,

I-I brought in a dummy
that turned out to be--

A corpse?

Yeah. We all heard dispatch
on the radio.

Everybody at
Harbor Station was...

...very concerned.

It's not funny, okay?

I-I accidentally
ripped the guy's left arm

right out of its socket.

In front of 15 traumatized kids.

Yeah, a-and then,
on our next call,

my arm gets
popped out the socket,

my left arm.

Does that sound like
a coincidence to you?

What else could it be
besides a coincidence?

A curse.

- A curse?
- Oh, yeah.

I took his arm,
and now Billy Boils takes mine.

- Billy Boils?
- Told you not to ask.

While I was waiting,
I called Sergeant Grant.

Bobby's wife.

For an update
on the investigation.

She pulled the bill of sale
from a prop house.

Turns out, they bought Billy
from a carnival,

who got him from a novelty shop,
who got him from a rodeo.

Is there a twist coming?

Oh, there's a twist.

The novelty shop
burned down in '93.

The carnival was wiped out
by a hurricane in '97.

And the rodeo...

ended after a stampede.

I, uh, I don't have
the year for that one.

And you think all of
these things are connected?

Oh, yeah.

Once Billy gets you
in his sights...

...he finishes the job.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry. It's just so funny.

Oh, that was great.

- Hi, Mama.
- Hi.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Ooh, last-minute touches?

She said she wanted her outfit
to have more sparkle.

Oh, okay.

Because Dorothy could never
have enough bling.

I want people to see me when
we all walk down the street.

Okay.

Did you talk to Bobby
about your shift?

Denny, why don't you and Mara

go work on her basket
in the playroom? Okay?

- Wait, don't forget to put down some newspaper.
- Mm.

Did Bobby seriously say no?

He didn't say no, not exactly.

What does that mean?

Well, he said that Chim could
take off to be with Jee

or I could take off
to be with you guys.

It didn't seem right either way.

So, Chim and I
agreed to both work.

It's only fair, Karen.

Fair? I'm about
to take three kids

trick-or-treating on my own.

- And you want to lecture me
about fair?
- Honey.

Listen, w-we appreciate
you carrying the load.

And, look, I promise
I'll make this up to you.

It's not me I'm worried about.

There is no making up
for missing the big moments.

And you always miss
the big moments, Hen.

Mom, I spilled some glue.

You didn't put down
the newspaper, did you?

Got you a fresh ice pack
and some ibuprofen.

Oh, thank you.

Here.

Lift your head?

- How's that?
- Uh, yeah, that's,
uh, that's great.

I'll be right over here
if you need anything.

But it's time
to put away the screen.

Uh, yeah, yeah,
just-just five more minutes.

You already had
your five more minutes.

You need to rest
if you want to heal.

You heard the doctor.

His name was
William James McCurdy.

Who?

Billy Boils.
I found a Substack.

It has all these articles
about him and the Old West.

Oh, good, you found a Substack.

He was a gunslinger
and a bank robber.

His skin was covered
in boils, hence--

Billy Boils.

By all accounts, he was
a man not to be crossed.

Scary.

Lights out, Evan.
I'm exhausted.

Hey, you want to know
how they finally caught him?

His own posse hogtied him,

turned him in to the sheriff
for the reward.

But Billy would have
his revenge.

All six members of his posse
died sudden, horrible deaths.

Isn't that how outlaws
usually die?

He was a man not to be crossed.

You said that already.

And I crossed him.

Good night, Evan.

I think somebody was up too late
with their cowboy.

Uh, yep, you got me.

H-How's the shoulder?

- Uh, it's-it's better.
- Good.

I got you some coffee
and some avocado toa--

- Oh!
- Whoa, whoa. Uh, what is it?

Evan, uh, don't freak out,

but there's something...
going on.

Phone.

You know, maybe we should just--

Phone!

I knew it.

You know what this is?

It's Billy Boils.

All right.

It's okay, you can say it.

It's not bad.

- It's not that bad.
- I told you guys

Billy wasn't done with me,

and now look.

Please, don't start with
that stupid curse again.

Billy "Boils."

Hello? Boils.

What are the odds right after

I defile his corpse,
I wake up and I've broken out

in the exact skin condition
he suffered from?

I'm guessing it's probably

just an allergic reaction
of some kind.

To what? Uh, to bad juju?

We just had a call
where a guy got a rash

from rotten pumpkin guts,
that you fell into,

- as I recall.
- You didn't tell me that part.

Well, there's your answer, Evan.

No, if it was the pumpkin,

it would've happened right away,
not the next day.

Look, boils, rashes, shingles.

A lot of skin conditions
can be brought on by... stress.

- And tension.
- It's true.

Every tax season,
my accountant cousin

breaks out in hives
all across his legs.

Super gross.

Oh, so I am gross.

That's not what I said.

Look, dude,

this curse talk is
spinning you out,

which is not good for you.

Listen to the medic.

He knows
what he's talking about.

Okay.

If you say so.

I do.

Five bucks it'll clear up
by the time we're on shift.

Remember, it's Halloween.

And all the weirdoes
come out at Halloween.

If you see a pack of
teenagers without adults

or if you see adults
without children,

you head the other way.

It's trick-or-treating,
not The Purge.

Just keep your guard up, okay?

You're the big brother,

so you have to help your mom
look after the girls.

- And share your candy.
- I will, Mama.

Speaking of the girls,
where's Jee-Yun?

You mean Toto?

Ruff ruff!

Jee, it's your dad.

No, Daddy.

Sorry, she's busy.

Yeah, I can see that.

Hey, Denny, tell your mom
we need to go.

Let me say hi before you do.

She wants to say hi.

Hi.

Probably allergies, he said.

Goodness!

Probably just in my head,
he said.

Probably clear up
by shift, he said.

You owe me five bucks, Eddie.

Yes.

Ugh. Yes, I do.

I don't want your...

Give me that.

- Do you believe now?
- In what, the curse?

- Yes, the curse.
- No, I don't believe,

but I suggest
you book an appointment

with a dermatologist.

I think we both know
this is beyond the scope

of any dermatologist.

Look, Buck, I think
you just need to focus

on the bright side.

Oh, I-I should just
focus on the bright side?

What possible bright side
could there be?

You won't need
a Halloween mask this year.

Aw, how sweet is that?

Mmm, bittersweet.

My little girl's off to see
The Wizard, and I'm here.

I'm almost looking forward
to the chaos

to take my mind off of it.

Careful what you wish for.

At 6:55 p.m.,
nautical twilight ends.

Nautical twilight?

Darkness will officially
enshroud L.A.,

unleashing a burst of crazy

that'll sweat this low-effort
costume right off my lip.

Oh.

Sun's down.

Well, buckle up.

An incendiary device.
Can you describe it?

A brown flaming bag of stuff.

Right.

I'm sure they're
out here watching.

They want me to stomp on it.

These kids do this
to me every year.

- I am not falling for it again.
- I see.

Do you have a fire extinguisher?

No.

How about a garden hose?

How about you send the police?

Sir, it's Halloween night.
I can't send the police

for a flaming bag of... stuff.

- Fine, then you know what?
- I'll just let it burn.

And if it buns down
the whole neighborhood,

it burns down, huh? How's that?

Uh...

I am so sick of it.
I am vice principal

at Valley High,

and they pull this
prank crap every year,

with the eggings
and the toilet paper.

- It's too much.
- Good to go, Cap.

- Happy Halloween.
- Happy Halloween.

Well, who's gonna stop these
clowns from doing it again?

Okay, sir.
Let's get out of the car.

- Well, that guy was pissed, huh?
- Yeah.

♪ I saw a werewolf ♪

♪ With a Chinese menu
in his hand...♪

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Touch your nose. Left.

Right.

Left.

I think you've had
too much, Bozo.

911. What's your emergency?

It said take one,
clearly labeled,

but he swiped the whole bowl.

You called 911 for stolen candy?

- I'm not calling about the candy.
- I'm calling about the thief.

Whoa-oh-oh. Wait for it.

Bet you his next victim
doesn't scream like a baby.

Ooh!

All right, let's go
check on that zombie.

Copy that.

Okay, everybody, out.

♪ You hear him howling around
your kitchen door ♪

♪ You better not let him in... ♪

He's over here.

He stole the candy.

It wasn't me.

I can't breathe.

Uh-huh.

Are you allergic
to peanuts, son?

♪ Ah-hoo, werewolves of London ♪

♪ Ah-hoo... ♪

Quick poke, Alfie.

There you go.
Deep breaths, buddy.

Did you eat peanuts, too?

♪ Ah-hoo... ♪

911. What's your emergency?

Is this the 911 operator
I spoke to earlier?

I don't know. Who are you?

I called about the flaming bag
of stuff on my porch.

Sir, I dispatched
the fire department to you.

They came back.

- The fire department?
- No, the miscreants.

- They egged my house this time.
- I need the police!

M-My advice,
make a report in the morning,

and maybe turn on
your sprinklers.

That way, if they come back--

- I am not at home.
- I am following them.

You're chasing them?

Yes. They just turned
on Dover in Eagle Rock.

You need to stop
what you're doing

- and pull over.
- Not a chance!

I'm not taking my eyes off them
until the police get here!

If I send the police,
I'll be sending them for you.

There are children and families
out on the streets right now.

- You need to stop.
- I am making

a citizen's arrest
and giving them detention!

911. What's your emergency?

- You have to help us!
- He's out of control!

- Slow down. Who's "he?"
- Mr. Pearson!
He's chasing our car!

We threw eggs at his house.

He got in his car
and started chasing us.

It was just a stupid prank.

Do you know where you are?

Uh, Dover Street in Eagle Rock.

Okay, I see police in your area.

They're headed to you now.

You said his name
was Mr. Pearson.

- Do you know--
- Brooke, watch out!

He tried to run us off the road!

I'm going to direct you
to the nearest police station.

Just maintain a safe speed--

H-Hello?

Girls, are you there?

Girls!

Hey.

We're the ones
who were on with 911.

Can you tell me what happened?

We egged this guy's house

and we tried to drive away.

- He chased us
for several blocks.
- He's still in there.

People tried to
help get him out,

but I think the door's jammed.

Okay, do you know
if he hit anybody else?

Yeah, a trick-or-treater.
He's pinned against the car.

Okay, let's get
these two checked out.

Eddie, you're with me.
We're gonna extract the driver.

Hen, Chim,
first aid on that kid.

Everybody else,
start shoring up that roof

and let's move that car.
Let's go!

- Jee?
- Daddy! Daddy!

Jee, Mara, what are you--

Karen?

Hen, wait! Hen!

Oh, my God, Karen!

Hen, wait!

I-I tried. I couldn't...

No, no, no, no, no. Denny!

Mama?

Mama's here, okay?

Is Mara okay?

She's fine. She's with Jonesy.
She's okay.

I shoved her really hard.

- What?
- I didn't mean
to shove her so hard.

He pushed her clear.

He saved her life.

Sir?

Oh, he's gone.

Isn't this the guy
from the flaming bag call?

Yeah, looks like.

Let's get a sheet on him.

- It hurts.
- You did so good.

It hurts, Mama.

- My leg hurts.
- Oh, okay.

Okay, okay.

I'm gonna start a line.

Can you grab me
two mils of morphine?

Hen, maybe you should step back.

He's my son, Chim.
Give me the damn morphine!

Some morphine.
I'll check on the Lifepak.

Mama's got you, baby.

Hang in there, D.
Hang in there, buddy.

- Hey, Cap.
- Yeah?

Should she really be the one
up there? That's her son.

Are you gonna be the one
to drag her away from him?

Buck, our job is to make sure

that structure does not
collapse on him.

So let's shore up that porch
and get the car off Denny.

- Copy that.
- All right.

Okay.

Cap! Cap!

Yeah, right here.

We got to get
this thing up off him!

Buck, what's the timing
on that shoring?

Uh, like ten minutes, Cap.

Roof's still unstable.
If we move it too soon--

Copy that.

How does it feel?

Is the medication working?

Yeah. It doesn't hurt anymore.

Now I'm just cold.

Okay. Can you, can you wiggle...

wiggle your arms
and-and-and your legs?

Denny, can you do that for me?

Okay, good news.

Okay.

It's not a spinal injury.

Okay, don't move.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

- Is it your leg again?
- No.

- What-what is it? What?
- It-It's my stomach!

Denny? Wh-What's happening?
What's happening to him?

- Chim? Chim!
- BP's falling off a cliff.

Oh, his stomach.

His stomach is warm!

He's bleeding internally!

- Cap!
- Damn it!

He's in shock!
Cap, we need blood!

Come on, come on!

Dispatch, we need
whole blood on scene now.

I'll have an RA unit there
in 15 minutes.

I don't think we have that long.

All right, let's double-time it.
Let's go!

Okay, let's go, let's go!

You're-you're okay.

You're okay. Mama's here.

Mama's here.

Mama.

Mom?

Yeah, baby.
We're both right here.

No.

You have to stay awake, okay?

You have to stay awake.
You have to keep fighting.

I-I love you.

We love you. we love you, too.

Come on. D-D-Denny!

Denny!

BP stopped registering.

Cap! How long before
the blood lands?!

Fifteen.

oh, God. Oh, God.

Hen?

Hen, you-you have
to do something.

Hen! You have to do something!

No. No. No.

You do.

- What?
- Your blood.

Your blood is A negative
and-and so is his.

You thinking field transfusion?

With a kid, it's risky.

How are we gonna control
the blood flow?

We're gonna improvise.

Copy that.

One, two.

Let's go.

♪ I will be gone ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

Now, now, Eddie.

♪ Everything's done ♪

♪ For a while ♪

We lost his pulse.

Oh, are we too late?

Are we too late?

Eddie, Eddie,
keep the blood flowing.

- I'm starting compressions.
- Come on, baby.

Come on, baby. Come on, baby.

♪ And you will be silence... ♪

Okay. All right.

Easy.

All right, good.
Let's get that winch in there.

♪ In the night ♪

♪ We will be dancing
like ghosts apart ♪

♪ Will you be dancing tonight? ♪

We got his pulse back!

Hi, Mama.

- Hi, baby.
- Hi, baby.

Hi, baby.

All right,
starting up the winch!

♪ We will be dancing
like ghosts ♪

All right, let's get
that gurney out to him!

Let's go! Come on!

♪ Dancing like ghosts. ♪

Yeah, there should be

another box of brownie mix
in the pantry.

All right, I will.

Okay. I love you.

Brownies for breakfast, huh?

Maddie's doing what she has to
to comfort Jee and Mara.

How they holding up?

Jee-Yun's fine. She's so little.

Seems like Mara's
taking it harder.

Well, I'm sure
she'll feel better

once her big brother comes home.

Hope so.

Stop picking.

- I wasn't picking.
- You were picking.

Sir, have you been
checked in yet?

Oh, uh, this is just my face.

Yes. Hey.

- Phew.
- What just happened?

Uh, Hen sent a text
in the group chat.

Denny's surgery was
a total success.

He's gonna be okay.

- That's great.
- He's still sleeping,

but she wants us to hang around
and sign his cast.

It's a beautiful thing,
isn't it?

Having a crew like this
behind you,

even when things go wrong.

Especially when things go wrong.

Oh, my God, that's it.

What?

I know how to break the curse.

- Hey.
- Hmm?

Those are the two girls
who egged the car

that got into that accident.

You got to be kidding me.

Can I help you?

We heard the boy who was
pinned by the car last night

was taken to this hospital.
Is he here?

Are you family members?

We know that he probably didn't

get to have his candy
last night,

so we brought him ours.

Is that supposed to be
an act of atonement?

Hey. You're the cop who came
to talk to our school.

Who said we shouldn't do
something stupid on Halloween.

- Lot of good that did.
- We're so sorry.

If there was any way
to take it back, we would.

That's the thing about stupid.

It usually sticks.

But there may still be a way

that we can make
some good come from this.

Commissary wasn't
open yet, but, um,

nurses took pity on me,
shared some of their pot.

God bless them.

How's he doing?

He, uh, he seems good.

Peaceful.

How about you?

Less good.

I keep thinking about
what you said, how I've missed

so many of the important
moments in his life.

I just-- I don't want
to leave his side again.

If I had just...

taken last night off,
like you asked,

maybe I could've been there
to keep this from happening.

Maybe.

You know, when he got hit,

I called you.

It went to voicemail.

Karen, I'm-I'm-I'm so sorry.

I'll-I'll never forgive myself.

I'm not saying that
to make you feel bad.

I knew the only reason
you wouldn't answer the call

was because you were already
answering a different one.

Yes, you have missed
some moments.

But you were there
for the most important one

in this boy's life.

You saved him.

We saved him.

When you were doing CPR,
before he opened his eyes,

there was one thought
that kept going through my mind.

Over and over.

What was that?

Thank God you were at work.

You know, I've been
cursing your name

since the day
I learned it, Billy Boils.

Or should I say
William James McCurdy,

according to the Temecula City
execution records.

But to be fair,
you cursed me first.

Tried to take out my arm,
which was a dick move.

Now you have me
looking like a leper,

and my own boyfriend
won't even kiss me.

Oh, that's not true.

You see what you did?

I have every reason
to hate you right now.

But the more I read
about you, Billy,

more I start to wonder if
maybe this isn't so much a curse

as it is a cry for help.

Your posse abandoned you
when you needed them most.

I can't imagine how scary
that must have been for you.

'Cause our people are
what make life worth living.

You make memories with them.

Aw.

You share memories with them.

Aw!

- Stop it!
- Aw!

They keep you on the right path.

We thought it was supposed to be

the most fire Halloween
ever, you guys.

But it wasn't fire.

And that's no cap.

- You want more candy, baby?
- Yes, please.

They pick you up
when you fall down.

I'm glad we have good dental.

Truth is,

I can't imagine anything

more painful than
going through life alone.

Except maybe one thing.

Going through death alone.

Your days of bouncing around,
unknown and forgotten, are over.

'Cause I'm in your posse now.

I hope you can
finally rest easy, Billy.

Yeah, and maybe lift this curse.

Please lift it.