All language subtitles for 9-1-1 Lone Star s05e07 Kiddos.eng

Ugh. That was way
too many spiders

to pull out
of someone's ear.

-Yuck.
-O-One.

One spider's too many

-to pull out of someone's ear.
-(TK groans)

How did you know
they hated olive oil so much?

My mom was arachnophobic,

and she knew
it's like a natural repellent.

-ALL: Surprise!
-(group clapping)

You guys.

You two knew about this?

Oh, might have texted
on the way back.

Oh, you are sneaky.

Don't blame them.
It was all your dad.

Since you're on shift
for your 30th,

the least I could do
is get you a cake.

-TK STRAND: Whoa.
The red McLaren? -OWEN STRAND: Yep.

-I can't believe you remembered.
-(laughs) How could I forget?

I'm sensing
there's a story here.

Yeah.
Ever since he was little,

he's wanted a red McLaren.

So I said when he turned 30,
he'd get one.

I love it, you guys.
Thank you so much.

But, remember,
the official birthday party

is Saturday night, okay?

Yeah, and we've got
enough catering

to ride out the apocalypse,

-so y'all better come.
-(Marjan laughing)

JUDD RYDER:
Don't worry. We're comin'.

Let's just cut this thing

before the tones
go off again. Yep.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Animals!

We need to sing first.

ALL (singing):
? Happy birthday to you

-(horn honks)
-(car engine roaring)

(group stops singing)

PAUL STRICKLAND: Hey.

-OWEN: Hey!
-MATEO CHAVEZ: Whoa.

("Get Down"
by Tyler Hilton playing)

Yo!

You can't come in here.

? Got that
warm wind blowing ?

? Got them clouds
that forming ?

? Got my own...

I'm looking
for a recent tricenarian.

-(laughter)
-Enzo!

What the heck, man?

ENZO DE LA COSTA:
Hey, kiddo. (grunts)

TK:
Oh, my God.

Carlos, this is Enzo.

Enzo.
So the legend is real.

So who is this guy?

OWEN: Enzo.

That's TK's stepfather.

He has a way of swooping in

and making
everything about him.

What are you doing here?
I told you the party's not until Saturday.

Yes, well, someone
wanted to wish you...

a happy birthday.
(chuckles)

Oh, my God,
that kid is adorable.

An adorable prop.

-Hi, big brother.
-TK: Hi, little brother.

Oh, you got so big.

Hey, did you
just put a toddler

in the front seat
of a sports car?

No, of course not.

I just let him sit there
for the pull in.

Sofia's waiting outside
in the Escalade.

Look at you!

Why don't you
take the high road, Cap?

Just go say hi to him.

Yeah.

Enzo. Hey.

How you doing?
It's been a while.

Owen.

It's good to see you, sport.

So, sport, uh, you're gonna
have to move your car,

because if we get a call,
it's gonna get crushed.

Oh, well, that is a shame,
because it's, uh,

it's not my vehicle.

Happy birthday, kiddo.

-Are you serious?
-Yeah.

Title's right here.

(laughs)
Oh, my God. Enzo!

-You always wanted
a McLaren, right? -Are you ser-

A red one.

(theme music plays)

-Big smile. There you go.
-(camera clicks)

JUDD: What do you say?

I got your
half-caff cap, Cap.

-Thank you.
-There.

And then while I got you here,

I was wondering
if we could go over something

on this, uh, equipment order.

What do you see down there?

JUDD:
Uh... excitement.

Maybe joy.

How about master manipulation?

(scoffs) And God bless TK.

He falls for it
every single time,

just like his mother did.

JUDD: Yeah.
You know, family can be a kick in the pants.

So, about this equipment order,

I was wondering
if maybe you wanted-

This seems sketchy, doesn't it?

The whole car thing.

(smacks lips) How so?

Well, I mean,
he shows up here

with the car and the paperwork
and practically forces TK

to sign the title
right on the spot.

It's sketchy, right?

I mean, maybe,
or maybe he's just trying

to do something nice for TK.

OWEN: There's nothing nice
about Enzo.

He's a corporate raider
who's made millions of dollars

swooping in and buying companies
and selling 'em off.

There's always an angle.

And the way he calls TK
"kiddo" makes me...

(gags) ...wanna vomit.

(exhales) Alright.

Tell me,
what about the equipment?

Oh, so the new IR is great.

-It's pretty
state-of-the-art stuff- -(knock on door)

Dad. Sorry to interrupt.

-Hey, Judd.
-What's up?

Um, wanted to say sorry

for not giving you
a heads-up about Enzo.

I didn't think
he'd actually show up.

And I, I know you guys
get tense around each other.

No, no, we're good together.

You sure? 'Cause you're gonna
be in the same room at my party.

Yeah, I promise.
I won't make a scene.

Alright. 'Cause you know
how important it is to me.

Oh, I know.

How about we all have dinner?

At my place?

Enzo? In your house?
Really?

Why not? I think it'd
be good to break bread

and maybe clear the air
before your big party.

Okay. (laughs) Yeah, that would,
that would be amazing, Dad.

Thanks, Dad.

-Hey, see you.
-Yeah.

-(exhales deeply)
-(Judd clears throat)

You think that's a good idea?

It's a great idea
because TK can see

that I can take the high road,

and then when I get there,
I'll rub it in Enzo's face.

-Has there been an accident?
-CALLER (on phone): No. Not yet.

Can you tell me your name?

CALLER: Isla.

WYATT HARRIS:
Hi, Isla.

My name is Wyatt.

I have to ask, are you
thinking of hurting someone on Watson Road?

No, that's why I'm calling.

I don't want anyone else
to get hurt.

Anyone else?

Isla, are you thinking
about hurting yourself?

-I'm already hurting.
-(traffic noise below)

WYATT (on phone): Isla.

I'm sorry you're in pain,

but I'm, I'm really
glad you called.

I'm gonna see about
getting a road closure.

Just hang on for me, okay?

APD, Rescue, Fire 126,
respond immediately

to Howard Street garage
over Watson.

Possible jumper.

Isla, I'm sending people
to close the road.

In the meantime,
why don't you just tell me

about what's going on?

(tense music playing)

My life is over.

Why do you say that?

Retinitis pigmentosa.

Congenital blindness.

I just found out I've got it.

Three weeks
before finishing my residency

as a pediatric neurosurgeon.

I-I can't imagine
what a shock that would be.

ISLA: The truth is, my vision's
been dimming for a while.

I thought it was
just eye strain.

(emotional) Not the lights
turning out for good.

But I'll be gone
before that happens.

Fire 126, you need to hurry.
I'm losing her.

-(sirens wailing)
-MARJAN MARWANI (on radio): Copy. We're almost on scene.

We're going
as fast as we can.

(horn blares)

Look, Isla, I know
it's really hard right now,

but I'm sure that
there are a lot of people

who would be devastated if
anything were to happen to you.

No, there aren't.

-(traffic noise)
-Because I've sacrificed

every relationship in my life
for this dream,

to help kids.

And now that's gone.

Look, Wyatt, you seem sweet,

and I'm really sorry
to do this to you,

but there's just no point.

Wait! Uh, can I-

-Can I tell you a quick story?
-A story?

About somebody
who went through something just like you are.

I know what you're doing.
You're stalling.

WYATT (over phone):
Just listen to me, please.

Isla, I had a dream
to help people just like you.

Isla, that was
ripped away from me too.

I didn't think
I could go on.

There were days where
I was thinking about doing

exactly what you're
thinking about doing.

Isla, I know right now
you can't imagine

anything else for yourself.

But I promise you,
I promise...

that if you stick it out,

you, you can
transform all that love...

and all that struggle
into something,

-something new.
-(Isla whimpers)

So, please...

don't jump.

ISLA (crying): Okay.

Okay?

Okay, I'm, I'm getting down.

(screaming)

Isla?

(screaming continues)

(dramatic music playing)

WYATT:
Isla. What's happening?

-(Isla screaming)
-Isla?

Help me!

(horn blares)

Someone help!

Someone help! (crying)

We got you.

-Don't let go!
-PAUL: (grunts) Come here.

MARJAN:
We got you. Come here.

(Isla crying)

PAUL (on phone):
Hey, 126 on scene. She's safe.

Thank God.

Uh, can you put her on?

Yeah. Hey.
He wants to talk to you.

(gentle music playing)

ISLA (on phone):
Hi, Wyatt.

Your story isn't over, Isla.

This is just the beginning.

Thank you.

??

TOMMY VEGA:
Alright, let's hear it.

DR. COLLINS: I'm afraid the
biopsy results confirm it's cancer.

I have breast cancer.

DR. COLLINS:
(sighs) Yes.

Based on the ultrasound,
it's a 1.6-centimeter mass.

That puts me at...
stage 2B?

That's right.

And next step
is a lumpectomy.

Yes. I'll remove
the mass surgically,

along with the lymph nodes

under your arm
to see if it's spread.

That will determine
the next steps.

I know it's a lot to process.

The hospital has an amazing team
of counselors who can help you.

How soon can you do this?

Let me check.

Okay...

I have some openings
the week of the 15th,

and I actually had
a cancellation tomorrow,

-but I know that's-
-I'll take that one.

Are you sure?

You don't wanna make
any arrangements first?

It's an outpatient procedure,
right?

If everything goes well.

But there could be
some post-surgical pain,

risk of blood clots.

Tomorrow's good.

(door opens)

Okay, so this says that

you're not supposed
to eat after 10:00 p.m.

and to shower
with antibacterial soap tonight.

-Okay?
-Yeah. Okay.

And what time do you want me
to pick you up tomorrow?

Uh, 7:30.
After the girls get on the bus.

Okay, and then
I'll start a meal train,

because when my mom got sick,
the meal-

IZZY VEGA: It's ruined!

Whoa. What's going on?

Izzy tore
her new dance outfit.

I mean, I'd sew it myself,
but my arthritis.

TOMMY: It's okay.
I'll take it from here.

Thank you, Mrs. Beasley,
for watching the girls.

Always. We'll figure
something out, Izzy.

See you Saturday.

So, you were rehearsing in it,
weren't you?

-IZZY: Yeah.
-TOMMY: Hmm.

I know you said not to,
but I wanted to see how it felt.

I suppose that last growth spurt
of yours didn't help either.

The performance is on Sunday.
What am I gonna do?

Mija, don't worry about it.
I can resize it.

-Really?
-TOMMY: Absolutely. Mama's got you.

-Thank you, Mom.
-TOMMY: (laughs) Yeah.

-Hey, Nancy.
-What up, Iz?

So, I guess I'll add

find a world-class seamstress
to the list.

No. No need, I got it.

But you're not gonna feel like
sewing that by Sunday.

I should hope so.
We've got a shift on Friday.

We've got TK's party.

And you're not doing
any of that stuff.

You're having
surgery tomorrow.

It is an outpatient procedure.

The doctor said
that you could be sore as hell.

I gave birth to twins.
I think I can handle it.

So you're not planning
on taking any sick leave?

You know, it's just not
a good time for time off.

NANCY GILLIAN:
Not a good time?

Cap, (whispers) it's cancer.

(whispering) Okay.

Be that as it may.

I've got a lot of people
depending on me.

And for now, I would
just really appreciate it

if you kept this to yourself.

Does that mean you're...

not planning
on telling anyone?

The girls have enough
on their plate as it is,

and I don't need
the drama at work.

But what about when
you start chemo and radiation?

I will cross that bridge
when I come to it.

(doorbell dings)

-Hey, hey.
-Hey, Dad.

Come on in.

Hey, Carlos.
Love the Stetson.

Thank you.
Smells incredible in here.

Thank you.
Thank you. Enzo.

Twice in one week.
New record for us, huh?

-Unbelievable.
-Oh.

-So, Jonah...
-(Jonah giggles)

I hear that you have recently
gotten into coloring.

-Thank you.
-OWEN: You-

Well, you are so welcome.

-Hey!
-He knows what to say.

Yeah. And who's this?

I'm Sofia.
Jonah's nanny.

OWEN:
Nice to meet you.

No, she is a godsend.

-That's what she is.
-(Sofia chuckles)

Jonah. Not on the sofa.

See what I mean?

Oh, uh, this is for you.

Oh. Thank you.
Ponteroy 2006?

This is more expensive
than my rent.

(laughs) Don't be ridiculous.

Your rent is at least
$1,500 more. (chuckles)

Did you Zillow me?

My real estate group
is looking to invest

in properties down here
at your price point.

So, who knows?

Maybe we'll be seeing
a lot more of each other, huh?

One can only dream.

ENZO: So, bottom
of the last inning,

the batter pops it sky-high
to shortstop.

Now, I happen
to know the shortstop can handle a fly ball

because we practiced them
all winter in the snow.

Remember, kiddo?

Oh, I remember.

Anyway, as the ball's
coming down,

the shortstop's
nowhere to be found

because he's got
his hands cupped

walking a slug
to the outfield.

(Enzo laughs)

It was a stick bug, actually.

In the middle of the game?

Yeah, he was
in the base path,

and, you know,
he would have gotten smooshed.

Uh, I made the catch, though.

Oh, I couldn't
have been more proud.

And not for
the barehanded catch,

but because we knew

we had a true environmentalist
in the making.

Yes, I knew
that years before,

when I took him camping
in Yellowstone.

TK:
The air was so clean,

I wanted to breathe it in
and never let go.

I can hold my breath.

Oh, yeah? Alright,
let's have a contest, then.

You ready?

One, two, three, go.

(TK inhales)

(light, plucky music playing)

(Enzo chuckles)

-(TK exhales)
-(Jonah exhales)

-Jonah, you beat me.
-(laughter)

Good job.

Can you imagine
what Mom would say

if she saw all of us
at dinner together?

(Enzo and Owen chuckle)

Well, she'd never believe it.

Especially after last time.

What happened last time?

TK: Well, these two
decided to get into

an arm wrestling match
at my bar mitzvah

and the language was, uh,
not so age-appropriate.

-Not my finest hour.
-Or mine.

So who won?

-OWEN: I did.
-ENZO: It was a draw.

-It was a draw?
-You won?

OWEN:
It was not a draw.

I had your arm
an inch off the table.

Yeah, but my hand
didn't touch the table.

Because I didn't wanna
break your wrist.

-No, no, no, no. You fatigued.
-I fatigued?

Regardless.
We could let it go. Yeah?

-Sure.
-Absolutely.

(Owen chuckles)

You know, there is a way
we can settle this right now.

You don't have to
draw me a picture.

You guys, you really
do not have to do this.

Now I'm curious.

SOFIA: Me too.

Alright.

Alright. Hands together.

First one to touch
the table loses.

Are you two ready?

-OWEN: Yeah, ready.
-Ready.

Okay. Three, two, one, go.

(both grunting)

How you feeling, sport?

-Just fine.
-OWEN: Yeah?

-ENZO: Mm-hmm.
-You're looking a little fatigued.

-TK: Alright, Dad,
you proved your point. -(Enzo groans sharply)

Now please stop.

No, not until he says uncle.

-(Enzo grunting)
-Enzo, it's okay. Just let go.

(straining)
No can do, kiddo.

-(bone cracks)
-(Enzo grunts sharply)

-Enzo, are you okay?
-ENZO (muffled): My arm!

Oh, he's fine.

The only thing hurt
is his ego.

-(Enzo groans)
-SOFIA: Oh, my God!

-Ohh!
-SOFIA: Oh, my God!

-Uh...
-Gotta put pressure. Okay?

-Gotta stop bleeding.
-(Enzo screams)

TK:
I'm gonna get a bandage.

-Alright. Uh, yeah.
-Uh, Dad, call 9-1-1.

CARLOS REYES:
He's gonna pass out. He's gonna pass out.

Just remember to keep
your arm above your heart

as much as possible, okay?

-Thanks, kiddo.
-Of course.

Carlos and I will meet you
at the hospital, okay?

-PARAMEDIC: All set.
-Okay.

Listen, take some vitamin E
with the pain pills.

That'll really help
with the inflammation.

Oh, yeah. Vitamin E.

That really helps.
Thanks.

-(stretcher rattles)
-(Enzo groans)

(door closes)

(sighs) What?

-You know what, Dad.
-He started it.

Carlos, did he not egg me on
with the arm wrestling?

I... I'd rather not get
in the middle.

Oh, well, it's a little late
for that.

You're already in the family.

Enzo did kind of start it.

Thank you.

TK:
But you finished it, Dad.

You were way out of line.

God, I gotta hand it to him.

I mean, he really
arranges the board

in a way that no matter
how the game goes, he wins.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about him saying

that he couldn't come
to your birthday party,

and then he shows up
with a $350,000 car.

-He's spontaneous.
-OWEN: No, he's devious.

From day one,
his agenda has been to turn you against me.

Yeah, well, I'd say
you did a pretty good job

of that yourself tonight.

You know, he's actually
a great guy.

You just never cared
to actually get to know him.

Okay, well, why don't you
tell me all the ways

in which he's a great guy?

Alright.
Well, he's the reason

I became a firefighter
in the first place.

No, I'm the reason
you became a firefighter.

No, you're the reason

why I almost didn't become
a firefighter, Dad.

TK, I think that's enough.

No, he needs to hear this.

I had so much resentment for
the years that you were gone.

But from eight to eighteen,
Enzo was there.

Yet he's the one
who convinced me

that you're actually
a good guy

who'd just fallen down
a well of pain.

Pain that he had
a lot to do with.

He also always told me
to show you grace.

And that's what I
expect you to show him.

Make peace with Enzo
or do not come to my party.

-(electric bed whirring)
-(cell phone dings)

NANCY: How's that?

Seemed like you were
straining your neck.

No, that's perfect.
Thank you.

(cell phone dings)

-(indistinct PA announcement)
-(bed whirring, squeaking)

-Okay.
-(cell phone dings)

I said it was perfect.

But you still seemed
uncomfortable.

-Oh, it wasn't the bed.
-(cell phone dings)

Oh, my bad.

-I can turn this silent.
-(cell phone dings)

TOMMY: What?
No, listen. Don't worry.

Just, just say hey
to Mateo for me.

It's not Teo, actually.

It's Captain Stephens.

Captain Stephens?

The one who used
to be at the 124?

Well, since when
do you text him?

I was just checking in.

And he said that he's looking
to pick up any shifts.

Okay.

And he...
he's available all week.

Just in case you wanted
to take a few personal days.

Um, Nancy?

You hate Captain Stephens.

I mean, is he
my favorite cup of Oolong?

-No.
-No.

No, the man is a walking
Napoleon complex, and a screamer.

I would never subject you
and TK to that.

Cap, you shouldn't be
worrying about us.

You should just
focus on your healing.

Okay, this, this procedure
is a grounder, okay?

Doctor Collins
has a 99.9% success rate.

But really,
you just never know.

Because when my mom
had chemo, you know,

they told her to expect
maybe one to two days of nausea,

and she ended up
in the ICU for a week.

I'm not your mother, Nancy.

(tense, solemn music playing)

Oh. God, I'm so sorry.

DR. COLLINS:
Miss Vega.

How are we feeling today?

I'm-I'm great.

-Excellent.
-Yeah.

Let's get you into anesthesia.

-NURSE 1: Got it?
-NURSE 2: Yep.

(indistinct PA announcement)

??

MAN: Attagirl, Rory.
Wind at your back.

And let 'er rip!

(laughs)

-Was that okay?
-It was a perfect launch.

Okay, now you're
gonna take the spool.

Okay. Now what?

Now, you're gonna
let out some string.

Okay, now you're gonna
ease it into the updraft.

-RORY: Ooh.
-(chuckles) Oh.

Keep it tight and away
from the power lines.

Your mom wouldn't be too happy
if I brought you home,

you know, all extra crispy.

(Rory giggles)

Oh, look at that.
You're a natural.

You sure you haven't
done this before?

-RORY: Mm-hmm.
-Hmm.

-RORY: Mm-hmm.
-(laughs)

This is actually
a lot of fun.

-Thanks, Will.
-You're welcome.

Rory, you know how much
I love you and your mom, right?

I guess a lot?

-Oh, a lot. Like a lot-lot.
-(Rory giggles)

So you know,
if it's okay with you, um,

I would really like
to ask her to marry me.

(gentle music playing)

Look, I-I just want us
to be family.

I already have a dad.

Oh, I know, I know.

Honey, I, I would never,
ever try to replace him.

It's not his fault
that he lives in Tucson

and has an important job.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Rory. Watch out. Ugh.

Oh, that's, that's,
that's up there, isn't it?

RORY: It's stuck.

I was really having fun too.

I ruined it.

No, kiddo, no, no, you didn't.

You haven't ruined anything.

-I got it.
-What do you mean?

Eh, I got it.

What are you gonna do?

WILL:
Super dad to the business.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy, oh boy.

(Will grunts)

RORY: Be careful, Will!

Oh, I-I didn't tell you
that I'm part cat? Meow!

Watch out for the power lines.

(Will panting)

(branch creaking)

Okay. I almost got it.

-(tense music playing)
-(Will grunting)

I got it! (screaming)

Will!

TOMMY:
Dispatch says the patient-

(Tommy groans)

-Cap, are you alright?
-Yeah. I'm fine.

I just pulled my stitches
a little bit.

-Are you bleeding?
-(Tommy panting)

I will change my dressing
when we get back.

Are you sure it's the best idea
to be on shift?

You're a day out of surgery.

TOMMY: Nancy...

Walk. Coming through.

Dispatch said
that we had a patient

that fell out of a tree.

Fell into a tree.

RORY:
It's all my fault.

He fell trying
to get my kite.

No, honey, it was
just an accident, okay?

Mateo, EMS is here,
what's his status?

MATEO (on radio):
He's in pain, but he's stable.

There's no spinal injury.

So why aren't you
bringing him down?

'Cause he...

(straining) Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

...doesn't want to.

What are you talking about?

He asked me not
to say it over the radio, Cap.

(mouths) Thank you.

He asked him to say?

Hang on a minute.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Hey, Cap, this is Will.

-Hey, Will.
-WILL: (grunts) Hey.

How you feeling?

Like, I just got
gut punched by Mike Tyson.

But other than that,
I'm okay.

So why don't you
wanna come down?

Uh, because, uh,
I'm afraid of heights.

You climbed pretty high for
a guy who's afraid of heights.

I was looking up
the whole time, man, never down.

Why'd you do that?

Because Rory wanted
her kite back, and...

I, uh...

I just wanted that little girl
to think I'm Superman, you know?

I get it.
Well, you're gonna show her

that you're better
than Superman.

-Oh, by falling to my death?
-OWEN: No.

By facing your fear.

Invincible men
don't have to do that.

-What about Kryptonite?
-Shut up, Mateo.

So here's what are you gonna do.

You gonna grab my hand,

you're gonna look me
in the eye,

and we're gonna
walk down this ladder.

For Rory.

Okay.

-MATEO: Alright, buddy, come on.
-(Will grunts)

-Okay.
-Nice and easy.

-Nice and easy.
-WILL: Thank you.

Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me. That's right.

That's right. You got it.
You got this.

You got this. Nice and easy.
Here we go.

Alright. (panting)

(gentle music playing)

WILL: Thank you.

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-(applause)
-OWEN: Here we go.

Now, meet the best paramedic
in the state of Texas.

TOMMY: Hey, Will.
Come on, this way.

We're gonna take a look at you.

-Hi.
-Hello.

Thank you for saving him.

Your daddy is
a very brave man.

He's not my dad.
He's my mom's boyfriend.

-Oh.
-He's better than my dad.

My dad's never around.
Will always is.

-(Will groaning)
-(monitor beeping)

(Will grunting)

-Will, what hurts?
-My stomach.

It was fine up there.
But now it's...

(groans, screams)

-(tense music playing)
-(Will groaning)

What's happening?

They're just giving him
some treatment.

Why don't you and I
go get some water?

(Will screams in pain)

Heart rate spiking 150.
BP's 84 over 52.

(Will groaning)

(tense music continues)

(Tommy winces)

-Cap, are you alright?
-I'm fine.

-(monitor beeping)
-(Tommy breathing heavily)

Will, did you fall
on your stomach?

-(groans) Yes.
-What is this?

I think it's abdominal
compartment syndrome.

(pants)
What is happening to me?

Alright, the tissues
in your stomach are swelling

and it's cutting off
the blood supply to your organs.

-(monitor beeping steadily)
-TK: Cap, Cap. He's crashing.

Alright, Nancy,
get a saline bag.

-Cut it open. Dump it out.
-Dump it? Why?

TOMMY: Because I'm gonna
need a sterile seal when I cut him open.

You're gonna do
a laparotomy here?

We have no choice.
We have to relieve the pressure.

(dramatic music playing)

After I make the cut,
Nancy, you place a seal.

-TK, you tape it down.
-Copy.

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Alright, here we go.

(flesh slicing)

(dramatic music continues)

TOMMY: Go.

-Nice and tight.
-NANCY: Here we go.

Okay. That's good.

-Alright. What now?
-We pray we weren't too late.

And that this
releases the pressure.

RORY: Will!

-Hey. Uh...
-PAUL: Uh...

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Will, please wake up.
The answer is yes, okay?

You can marry my mom.
We can be a family.

But only if you don't die.

(monitor beeping)

(weakly) Oh, that's a deal.

I love you, kiddo.

I love you too...

Dad.

(gentle music playing)

??

Good to go.

(light jazz piano music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

The guests are almost here
and we still don't have a spot

for the mixology bar. TK?

What does it matter?
I don't even drink.

OWEN:
Hey, guys.

-CARLOS: Hey.
-Hey, Dad.

Is Enzo here?

No, you're the first one.

You remember what I said,
though, right?

Oh, yeah, I promise.
Play nice.

Okay. Thank you,
'cause for a minute there,

I didn't think you'd be up
for making peace tonight.

For a minute there I wasn't.

Hey, you didn't have to.

Yeah, of course I did.

Babe, where should
we put gifts?

Uh, the gift table.

Thank you.

ENZO:
Hello, hello.

Oh. Evening all.

-Hey.
-TK: Hey, Enzo!

-Hey, kiddo. Sorry, I'm late.
-TK: Good to see you.

-Uh, Jonah was
a wee bit clingy at bedtime. -TK: Mm.

Oh, this place looks lovely,
by the way.

Enzo.

Hey, Owen.

(Owen chuckles)

How's the arm?

How's the arm?
I'll live.

(knock on door)

-ALL: Hey!
-Happy Birthday!

Looks amazing.

-(excited chatter)
-MARJAN: Hi. Hi.

(chatter continues)

(upbeat pop song playing)

Ooh.

(shutter snapping)

Nice.

(song continues)

Okay.

? Just like that

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? How could you
get me, get me ?

? Mm, just like that

CARLOS (on microphone):
How y'all doing?

-(all cheering, clapping)
-Yeah, yeah.

So, unbeknownst
to my husband,

I put a little song
on the karaoke queue.

-No, babe. No.
-CARLOS: Yes. Yes.

-Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
-Let's go, birthday boy!

-(whooping)
-'Cause you know why? You know why?

A little birdie told me that
when you used to play baseball

this was your walk-up song.

Oh, yeah?
Was that little birdie named Enzo?

-No comment.
-(laughter)

I don't know what
you're grinning about, old man.

-Come on.
You're singing with me. -ENZO: No, I've got...

I've got a, uh... Okay.

(whooping)

-(applause)
-Happy birthday.

("Under Pressure"
by David Bowie and Queen plays on karaoke)

? Pressure pushin' down on me

? Pressin' down on you

? No man ask for

? Under pressure

? That brings a building down

? Splits a family in two

? Puts people on streets

? It's the terror of knowing
what this world is about ?

? Watchin' some
good friends screamin' ?

? "Let me out"

? Tomorrow
it takes me higher ?

? Pressure on people

? People on streets

? Da-da-da

-(TK and Enzo snapping fingers)
-(song continues playing)

Alright, thank you
for coming, everybody.

(all cheering)

Dad.

-Can't do this without you.
-(Owen laughs)

-Okay.
-Come on.

(cheering)

-? People on streets
-Hey!

? Ee-da-dee-da-day

Come on, mate.
Take us home.

Hey! Yeah, let's go, Cap!

? 'Cause love's such
an old-fashioned word ?

? And love dares you
to care for ?

? The people on
the edge of the night ?

? And love dares you
to change our way of ?

(voices muffled, echoing)
? Caring about ourselves

(clear sound)
? This is our last dance

? This is our last dance

? This is ourselves

? Under pressure

-TK: Yee!
-(guest whoops)

? Under pressure

? Pressure

-GUEST 1: Yeah! Woo!
-GUEST 2: Woo!

(song concludes)

(all cheering)

Best birthday ever.

-(door slams)
-FBI!

Hands in the air! FBI!

-(people exclaiming)
-(tense music plays)

I'm a Texas Ranger.
Wh-what's going on?

We have reason to believe
that Enzo de la Costa

is on the premises.

We're here to arrest him.

I'm Enzo.
What are the charges?

Securities fraud, conspiracy,
tax evasion, wire fraud.

(police radio chatter)

Yeah, I was worried
you'd say that.

(somber music playing)

Sorry, kiddo.

Well, the feds
seized the McLaren.

They're saying he signed it
over as a form of, uh,

asset concealment.

No wonder he wanted to transfer
the title over so quick.

-Anything from him?
-TK: No.

-He's still being processed.
-OWEN: Hm.

TK: They're saying it's
a multi-billion-dollar fraud.

And I'm still trying to wrap
my head around how the Enzo

that I thought I knew
could do something like this.

I mean, I thought he was
a good person, you know?

He is.

That's not what
good people do, Dad.

It's what,
it's what bad people do.

Why can't he be both?

Most of us are.

Look.

It sounds like Enzo
probably hurt a lot of people,

and if he did, I hope he suffers
the consequences, but...

he also raised you.

And that's what
a good person does.

Yeah.
Enzo did play a big role,

but so did you, Dad.

I wouldn't be alive
if it wasn't for you.

You literally saved me.

I mean, everything
good in my life

is because
you never gave up on me.

Yeah, you've never been
the perfect Dad,

but you sure are a great one.

I love you very much.

I love you too, son.

Hey, y'all wanna
eat some cake?

-OWEN: Yeah.
-TK: Yes.

-I mean, it is my birthday.
-OWEN: Thank you.

Hey, Dad,
I never opened your gift.

Well, I wouldn't now.

Oh, don't worry.
It can't be worse than Enzo's.

Sure it can.

(TK chuckles)

Driving gloves.

(TK and Carlos chuckle)

Only thing missing
is the dream car.

There's always next year.

(chuckles)

(sewing machine whirring)

Mom, what are you doing?

Sorry. Did I wake you?

It's okay, but why didn't you
come see us when you got home?

It was late.

Hey, Iz.
Look what I got.

All ready for its debut.

Amazing. But why are you grinding
in the middle of the night?

Well, I said it was gonna
be done by tomorrow.

And now it's done.

Thank you, Mom.

(Tommy chuckles,
slightly winces)

IZZY:
You're the best.

Oh, and no dancing
in that, okay?

Until you are on stage,
entiendes?

-Okay.
-TOMMY: Okay.

So, how much dancing
did you do tonight?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

At the party.
Were there any cute guys?

That is none
of your business.

There were.
Come on, just spill the tea.

(laughs)
I'm not spilling tea about a man

with my little girls.

We may be your kids,
but we're not your baby girls.

-TOMMY: Oh.
-Yeah. We're 13.

Oh, 13.
You're right. Okay.

Um, his name is Dante.

Ooh. Dante.

-Mm-hmm.
-EVIE VEGA: Nice.

So, what was he like?

Um, he was, uh,

tall and, um...

oh, a Texas Ranger and, he-

Mom, are you okay?

Uh, yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I just...

I-I think I just, uh...

(tense music playing)

(breathing heavily)

-(Tommy thuds)
-Mom!

Okay, who am I talking to?

EVIE (on phone):
My name is Evie Vega.

My address
is 5674 Merriman.

Your mom is Tommy Vega?

Yes, she's a paramedic.
Please hurry.

WYATT: Alright,
we're sending help now.

Is there anyone else
in the house?

EVIE:
Just my sister, Izzy.

Mom, please wake up!

-Okay, tell me what happened.
-EVIE: I don't know.

She was sewing and talking,
and then she fell.

-Alright. Am I on speaker?
-EVIE: Yes.

WYATT: Do you know if your mom
keeps a first aid kit in the house?

Yes, uh, she does.
In the hall closet.

WYATT: Okay,
have your sister go get it

and unlock the front door
for the paramedics.

Okay, she's doing it.

Good. Now, Evie,
I want you to check your mom's pulse for me.

Do you know how
to take a pulse?

Yes. Um, she taught us.
Okay.

-Okay, I'm doing it.
-WYATT: Do you feel anything?

Yeah, but it's all fluttery
like a hummingbird.

It just doesn't feel right.

WYATT:
Is she breathing?

EVIE: I don't know.
I can't tell.

Mom, please wake up.

-Is her chest rising?
-I can't tell.

Is her chest rising?

IZZY:
I-I don't think so.

Put your ear next
to her nostrils and mouth.

Do you hear anything
or feel any air coming out?

EVIE: No.
Mom, please wake up!

Stay with me, Evie.

Help is just a minute away,

but I need you guys to give her
two rescue breaths for me.

-Did you find
that first aid kit? -EVIE: Yes.

WYATT:
Okay, open it up.

Any chance you see
a clear plastic mask in there?

-IZZY: Yes. There's one in here.
-WYATT: Great.

Tilt your mom's head back.

Put it over her mouth.

Okay, I did it. It's on.

Now take a deep breath,
blow into the tube hard.

-Do it twice.
-(Izzy blowing)

WYATT:
Anything?

IZZY:
(whimpers) No!

WYATT:
Then keep going.

-Come on, Mama. Come on!
-(Izzy blowing)

IZZY: Wake up!

(Evie panting)

(Izzy blowing)

(tense, dramatic music playing)

IZZY: (sighs deeply)
She opened her eyes!

(sighs) Good. Very good.

She's breathing.

-(knock on door)
-PARAMEDIC: Paramedics. Can we come in?

IZZY: Yes! Come in.
She's over here!

- People are here.
-Okay, good.

I'm calling my dad.

He's gonna meet you girls
at the hospital.

Girls, you just
saved your mom's life.

She's gonna be
so proud of you.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(indistinct PA announcement)

Hey, Nancy.

-Oh, my God. Judd.
-(Judd exhales)

-JUDD: Ohh.
-Is she okay?

Yeah. She's okay.

She's gonna be alright.

Thank you for reaching out.

Well, that was
Tommy's orders.

You were the only one
that she wanted me to call.

What the hell happened?

She got home from TK's party

and she just collapsed.

Do they know
why she collapsed?

They think it was
a blood clot,

got into her lung.

More than likely,
it's part of a complication from,

from her surgery.

Her surgery...
So you know?

About her cancer?

Yeah.

Yeah, she told me.

And, uh,
she told the girls too.

(Nancy exhales)

NANCY:
How did they take it?

It-it was rough, but, you know,

they're-they're strong
like their mama.

I'm glad.

But the doctors, they think
that she's gonna be alright?

Yeah. They gave her
some blood thinners.

They're gonna hold her for
a couple nights for observation.

But, you know,
they said that the worst part's behind her.

Okay. That's good.

What can I do?

She just said she wanted
to talk to you right away.

Said, even
if she was sleeping.

-She did?
-JUDD: Yeah.

-NANCY: Okay.
-So, uh- gimme.

She's in, uh, 408.

I... Uh, just...

Just as a heads-up,
uh, she don't look good.

-Okay.
-JUDD: Yeah.

NANCY: Okay.

(indistinct PA announcement)

(monitor beeping)

(gentle, solemn music playing)

TOMMY: (groans weakly)
Hey, Nancy.

Hi, Tommy.
How are you feeling?

TOMMY: Like I...

They're-

(weakly) They're saying

that the clot
was due to overexertion.

Could have happened to anybody.

-It's not your fault.
-Yes, it is.

You warned me.

Turns out cancer is...

more than just
a little inconvenient.

Yeah.

TOMMY: It's already
kicking my ass. I...

I haven't even gotten
to the hard part yet.

It's all the hard part.

But what cancer doesn't know
is that you're about

to start kicking
its ass right back.

Just as soon as
I get upright again.

Right.

And then it'll be on.

TOMMY: Listen, uh...

If I'm gonna win this fight,

I can't do it with one hand
tied behind my back.

I'm gonna need to walk away
from the 126.

And it might be
for a long time.

I get it.

Take all the time that you need.

And the good news is,
we know Captain Stephens is ready to plug in.

I don't want Stephens.

I want you.

Me? Captain?

What kinda drugs
do they have you on?

I'm not ready for that.

If this week
has proven anything...

is that you're wise
and humble...

and patient.

Which is more than I can say
for myself right now.

It's why I would like
to make you...

acting Paramedic Captain
of the 126.

(Nancy sniffles)

Wow.

I'm honored.

But?

Terrified.

Good.

Well, that's how
I know you're ready.

I'll be cheering for you,
Captain.

You too, Captain.

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theme music playing)

(fanfare playing)

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