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CHEF (on video):
...add the bacon,

and now the trickiest part,
the flip.

We wanna lift gently
with soft hands...

Okay, Julio, you got this.

-Soft, gentle hands.
-(dog barking)

Oh! Damn, dog.

-You're killing me, Hoss.
-(dog continues barking)

Oh, come on,
we gotta fix this.

Hoss, buddy,
if you could please be quiet.

I'm trying to focus in here.

(barking stops)

-Thank you.
-(crickets chirping)

Not bad.

(phone ringing)

-Hello.
-SPEAKER (on phone): Hi.

Can I help you?

SPEAKER:
Somebody's up late tonight.

(scoffs) Yeah.
Whatever, creep.

(ringing)

(tense music playing)

(ringing continues)

-What?
-SPEAKER:
Well, that was rude.

What do you want?
And why do you keep
calling this number?

SPEAKER: Because you
changed your cell.

I just wanted to give you
a heads-up.

That so?

About what?

SPEAKER:
There's something
wrong with your dog.

(ominous sting)

Who the hell is this?

SPEAKER: Told you
we'd find you, Julio.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.
Oh, God. Oh, God.

(tense, ominous music playing)

Who's trying to kill you?

I don't know, man.
Some guys.

They're trying
to break in right now.

I understand.
Can you tell me where you are?

Uh, 1812 Mill Road
out in Driftwood.

Is this Esteban Garcia?

No, he's a friend
of the family.

I'm watching his house
while he's out of town.

My name's Julio.

Okay, Julio,
I'm dispatching APD,

but you're pretty far
on the outskirts,

so it's gonna
take 'em a minute.

-Tell me what's going on.
-JULIO: I don't know.

I was just cooking
and some guy called,

and then some dude
showed up.

One at the front
and one at the back door.

-WYATT HARRIS:
So there's two of 'em?
-Yeah, man.

I think they killed my dog.

-(lights click)
-(dramatic music playing)

-They just cut the power.
-(glass shatters)

They're getting in, man.
How far are the cops?

Still a few minutes.
Do you know if there's
a locked room you can get to?

No, man, not without
going through one of 'em.

WYATT: Okay, I need you
to get down and out of sight.

Do you know if there are
any firearms in the house?

Anything you can use
as a weapon?

(items clattering)

-No, man!
-You said you were cooking.

What were you cooking?

Uh, yeah, an omelet.

WYATT:
So, you've got a frying pan?

-(doors banging)
-Good call. Yeah, I got it.

What's closer,
the front or the back door?

-Back door.
-WYATT: Start making
your way over there.

Hit him with
everything you got.

Okay.

Julio... good luck.

Thanks, man. (pants)

(banging continues)

(grease sizzling in pan)

(loud bang, chain rattles)

-(hot grease sizzles)
-(groaning)

MASKED INTRUDER:
Hey, hey!

(masked intruder screaming)

-(grunts)
-(pan thumps)

(Julio panting)

(tense, ominous music playing)

WYATT (on phone):
Julio, what happened?
Talk to me.

(panting) I did it!
I made it out.

They're both still inside.

Thank God.

Alright, well, the police

-should be there soon.
-(Julio panting)

Just get as far away
as you can, okay?

Thank you, bro.
Thank you.

You saved my life, man.

You know,
I-I never got your--

-(knife stabs)
-(groans, gasping)

WYATT: Got what?

Julio, you there?

-(Julio groaning)
-WYATT: Julio?

Julio, what was that?

Julio!

(theme music plays)

TK STRAND:
One more time. Come on.
Yeah. Down low.

-Oh! Too slow. I got you.
-(Jonah and Sofia giggle)

One more time.

-Ah. Down low.
-(door buzzes)

-Ouch.
-TK.

(indistinct chatter)

-TK: Hey, Enzo.
-Hey, kiddo.

-Hi, Jo-Jo!
-Daddy!

Oh, I have missed you so much.
Come here. (kisses)

Daddy's gonna read you
lots of stories today.

So why don't you go
pick a good one, hmm?

-Sofia, would you mind?
-Of course.

-(Sofia chuckles)
-Yeah.

SOFIA:
This way, yeah. This way.

(Sofia chuckles)

ENZO DE LA COSTA: Hey.

(TK sighs)

What the hell happened, Enzo?

There was this start-up.

Top sheet was brilliant.

They could desalinate
without environmental waste.

Bring fresh water
to the thirstiest regions
on the planet.

I went all in,
poured in billions.

Turned out the tech was bogus.

-Sorry.
-ENZO: Yeah.

And thousands of my employees

were gonna lose their jobs
because of it.

So I started moving money

from my other companies
to hide the losses and then...

It all came tumbling down.

(sighs) You know,
the feds are saying

you're looking at
some serious time.

We'll see.

-(TK sighs)
-Listen.

I need you to call
my business manager, Harlo.

Tell him to wire
2.6 million Swiss Francs

to L'Ecole Alpin Beau.

-Why?
-ENZO: Don't worry.
It's nothing illegal.

What is it for, Enzo?

Your brother.

It's the best boarding school
in Switzerland.

That should cover him
until he's 18.

But we need to move
straight away

before the government tries
to seize more of my assets.

You wanna put Jonah
in a boarding school?

Well, don't make it sound
like it's a dirty word.

I went there along
with half the royals in Europe.

Yeah, but look at him.

(Jonah happily chattering)

Don't worry.

Sofia will travel with him,
help him get acclimated.

They have
a world-class facility.

He won't lack for anything.

Who's gonna hug him?

(doorbell dings)

-Hey, cowboy.
-Oh.

-Ma'am.
-(chuckles) Come on in.

Meal train delivery.

Got your chicken enchiladas
and cacao brownies.

Oh, wow. Thank you.
This looks amazing!

Oh, my girls
are gonna love this.

Well, just
preheat the oven to 350.

And, uh, don't forget to give me
a good review on the app,

or Nancy's gonna kill me.

Will do.

You know, Owen,
I'm really liking

this whole
Western look on you.

Oh. Well, thank you.

I'm just headed out
to the stable
to take care of Thunder.

Oh, hey, have a seat.
How's that going?

Well, he's not trying
to kill me anymore,

-so that's progress.
-(Tommy chuckles)

But the real question is,
how are you doing?

Um, a lot more like myself
since the surgery.

And just in time
for the next round of torture.

What's the plan for you?

Uh, it's an experimental
treatment

but they're saying
that it's-it's, uh,

97.8% efficacy, so...

-I love those odds.
-TOMMY VEGA: I do too. Yeah.

And much better than
the traditional treatment

for my kind of cancer
was coming in at under 50, so...

So when does the fun start?

We start tomorrow.
First round of chemo.

I'll be honest,
I am not looking forward to it.

Uh, if I got through it,
you can get through it.

But bring a blanket.
Those rooms are so cold.

Yeah. No, it's not
the temperature
I'm worried about.

It's, it's breaking my streak.

-Your streak?
-TOMMY: Yeah.

I haven't thrown up since
I was pregnant with the girls.

-Come on.
-Oh, yes.

No, I do not like
to throw up. No.

I mean,
as crazy as it sounds,

when I first heard
I got cancer,

it wasn't thoughts
of my own mortality.

No, it was, it was that...

that warm spit that wells up
just before you--

Yeah. Uh-huh.

Is it, uh, as bad
as I think it is?

No. It's worse.

Lovely.

But here's what you're
probably not thinking about.

Every time you go in
for chemotherapy,

you come out a different person,
a stronger person.

And one more piece of advice?

Please.

Embrace the surrender.

Yeah. I'm the one
that went to work
the day after her lumpectomy.

So, you know, surrender
isn't part of my vocabulary.

Of course. I forgot
who I was talking to.

-(Tommy chuckles)
-(cell phone ringing)

Oh, just, uh, one sec.
It's the clinic.

Hello? Yes, this is she.

What? No.

Uh-- How is that possible?

Okay... (sighs)
then when can I start?

Well, then, I will
see you in a week.

OWEN STRAND:
What was that?

She said that my insurance
rejected my chemo treatment.

Right before you start?

Well, it turns out
that the AFD

doesn't cover
experimental treatments.

So they have now switched me
over to the traditional.

They can't do that.

Oh, apparently they can.

Yeah. One, one phone call

and, uh, my chances
just dropped

from a hundred to 50/50.

(solemn music plays)

(groans, sighs)

-TK: Morning, babe.
-What are you doing up?

We finally have
the same day off.

I thought we were
gonna try to sleep in.

I tried.

There's coffee. What time
did you get in last night?

(grunts) Late.

(sighs)

I had to run security detail
for the lieutenant governor.

TK: Hmm.

What are you working on
so hard?

It's an adoption attorney.

Why would we need
an adoption attorney?

Well, Enzo's going to prison,

and it sounds like
for a very long time.

Did he ask you
to take Jonah?

No.

But he wants to send him
to some boarding school

outside of Geneva.

Oh, wow. Okay.

TK:
No, it's-it's not okay.

And I don't care
how fancy the place is.

It's, it's not right for him to
be raised by some institution.

Well, I don't think
it's your choice.
It's Enzo's.

What if he did ask us
to take him?

But he didn't.

Okay, what if I asked him?

Well, I would hope
you'd ask me first.

And what would you say?

That we'd be
out of our depth.

(tense, solemn music playing)

Do you have any idea
how to take care of a toddler?

Or how we'd manage
watching him

when you're on a 24-hour shift
and I'm on a case?

-We'd figure it out.
-So that's a no.

Look, people
figure this stuff out.

Judd is practically raising
a 3-year-old on his own,

and he's making it work.

Yeah, he has a lot of family
to pick up the slack.

Yeah, and so do we,
Carlos.

Can you please
stop pretending
this is about logistics

and tell me
what's really bothering you?

You know, ever since
we started therapy,

I've been working on being
more present as a husband.

-Okay.
-Especially when it comes to
managing the stuff with my dad.

TK: Oh.

Alright. I get it.

-Get what?
-What all of this is about.

You know, I swear,
sometimes it feels

like there's three people
in this marriage.

You, me, and my father?

No, you, me,
and your father's killer.

And it will always be
that way until I catch him.

I'm sorry. I just don't
have the bandwidth
to be a dad right now.

Yeah, but I do, Carlos.

And I am done
living my life on pause.

(phone ringing)

(TK sighs)

-It's work.
-Shocker.

(ringing continues)

Reyes.

Yes, sir, I understand.

Look, I'm sorry.

-I'm gonna have to--
-Bye.

♪♪

-(indistinct chatter)
-(telephone ringing)

RECEPTIONIST:
Mayor Stanton's office.
Please hold.

-(telephone ringing)
-Mayor's office.

Mayor Stanton's office.
How can I help you?

Captain Strand,
he'll see you now.

But I have to warn you, he's got
a public works meeting in five.

This shouldn't take long.

-(telephone ringing)
-Mayor Stanton's office.

Uh, Captain Strand.
What an honor.

Mr. Mayor,
thank you for seeing me.

Ha. Are you kidding?

After all you've
done for this city?

You saved us from a toxic cloud,
for Pete's sake.

(scoffs) Wasn't just me.
It was my team.

So, what can I do for you?

I was hoping you could do
something for my counterpart
at the 126.

Captain Tommy Vega.
Do you know her?

I can't say I've had
the pleasure,

but her reputation
precedes her.

Well, she's been diagnosed
with breast cancer.

Oh. That's terrible.

I'll be adding her
to my prayers.

And the AFD's
insurance policy

has stopped her chemotherapy.

It's an experimental treatment
with a 97% success rate.

Hmm. 'Cause the plan doesn't
cover experimental drugs.

Well, I'm confident
with a call from you,

they'd make an exception.

Well, I'd love to, truly.

But the problem is, if we make
an exception for Captain Vega,

we have to make one for everyone
who finds themselves

in her unfortunate situation.

Would that be a bad thing?

It's not a question
of good or bad, Captain.

The city has contracts
with 150 other labor unions,

and the money
just isn't there.

And anyway, we just, uh,
locked our city's annual budget.

City council
is ratifying it tomorrow.

So that's it, then?

I'm afraid it's a lost cause.

Right.

CHIEF BRIDGES:
APD just notified us

that Julio Cruz
was murdered.

We believe it was
gang-related.

Apparently, a team of hitters
found him hiding out.

They killed his dog,
stabbed him,

and then cut his tongue out.

-Oh.
-Yeah.

Chief, without
Julio's testimony,

our whole case against
the Rolling Nines falls apart.

Well, I imagine
that was the idea

taking him out three days
before the trial.

But how did they find him
if he was hiding off-grid?

Ah, who knows?

Maybe he just told
the wrong person
where he was staying.

Damn. I can't believe
after all that

the Nines are gonna
skate again.

-(tense, curious music playing)
-(Bridges sighs)

Again?

Chief, what does
he mean "again"?

Uh, can I have the room, please?

You stay.

(Rangers quietly chattering)

(Bridges sighs)

-(indistinct office chatter)
-(phones ringing)

Alright. Uh, about
a year and a half ago,

we were on the verge
of taking the Nines down.

Your father had developed
a high-level source
inside the gang.

A money launderer
who kept all the books.

How come
I've never heard of this?

BRIDGES:
Well, for a couple of reasons.

The first being
is the operation was sealed.

The only people fully read in
were Ranger Campbell here,

myself, and your father.

So who was he, the source?

A fellow named Nestor Grimes.

-Where is he now?
-BRIDGES: Huh. Who knows?

Just like he, pfft, fell off
the face of the earth.

Our best guess
is they figured out

he was working with us
and took him out.

This guy?

Yep. That's him.

What did my father
think happened?

Well, he never got
a chance to say.

He was murdered two days
after Nestor disappeared.

(dramatic sting)

What?

The timing of that didn't
strike you as suspicious?

Yeah, yeah,
of course, it did.

But like I told you
at the funeral,

your dad had a lot of enemies.

Now, we did check into it

and we couldn't
find any evidence
that they were behind it.

Besides, the Nines
wouldn't be crazy enough
to kill a Ranger.

They're a transnational gang
responsible for murders

in a dozen countries.

If they discovered
they had a snitch,

maybe they killed his handler
as payback.

Well, that's
an intriguing theory,

but without facts,
that's all it is, a theory.

Right.
So, so let's go get some.

We solve Julio's murder,

there's a chance
that the same people

that killed him
killed my father.

Which brings me
to the second reason

I never told you.

The last time you thought

you were going after
your daddy's killer,

you wound up putting a gun

upside the head
of an undercover agent.

You didn't hear that.

Now I can't have you going off

like some half-cocked
vigilante again.

You understand that?

It's true. I almost made
the biggest mistake of my life,

but I didn't.

Thanks to you, Chief.

I give you my word.
I'll keep myself in check.

And you and I both know
that's probably a check

you won't be able to cash.

Sir, please do not
take this case away from me.

BRIDGES: You think I'd be
foolish enough to even try?

Campbell here
will work it with you
to keep an eye on you.

Thank you.

BRIDGES:
Well, don't get too excited yet.

I'm not gonna
take you off the case,

but there's somebody else
who's damn sure gonna try.

-Who?
-Well, the case is now under
the jurisdiction of the APD

and the detective in charge
is one territorial hard-ass.

He ain't gonna let us
near his investigation

unless we bring something
concrete to add to the party.

You know, that son of a bitch
won't even cough up
the 9-1-1 call.

Alright, then why'd you
call us on our day off?

To go get me
somethin' concrete.

Without access
to the crime scene?

-Yeah.
-You said there was
a 9-1-1 call?

Yeah. Uh, apparently
the boy died on the phone
with the dispatcher.

Well, maybe
I can help with that.

(indistinct chatter)

(sighs)

(cell phone buzzing)

-Hello?
-CARLOS REYES (on phone):
Wyatt.

-This is Carlos Reyes.
-Yeah. Hey, Carlos.

CARLOS:
Are you working today
by any chance?

Uh, yeah. Yeah. Why?

CARLOS:
It's funny. I don't see you.

Well, I'm in the break room.
Are you--

-Hey.
-Hey.

Wyatt, this is
Ranger Sam Campbell.

Ranger Campbell,
this is Wyatt.

He's the dispatcher
that helped us crack
the armored car heists.

Oh. Right on.
Nice to meet you.

So, uh, what's going on?

A 9-1-1 call came in last night
from a homicide victim.

Julio Cruz.

We'd like to listen
to that call.

Uh, I would, but APD
told my supervisor

that any requests
need to go through them.

Kid, it's not like
we're conducting
an illegal search here.

I get it,
but protocol is protocol.

He's your first one,
I'm guessing.

What?

Person you've lost on a call.

You were the dispatcher,
weren't you?

How did you know that?

By the look in your eyes.

(somber music playing)

I know how you feel.

How you keep
questioning yourself.

Yeah.

All you wanna do
is just take it back.

But you can't.

Now all you can do
is make it right.

WYATT (on tape): 9-1-1.
What's your emergency?

JULIO (on tape):
Some people
are trying to kill me.

WYATT:
Who's trying to kill you?

JULIO: I don't know, man.
Some guys.

They're trying
to break in right now.

WYATT: Do you know if there are
any firearms in the house?

Anything you can use
as a weapon?

JULIO: No, man!

WYATT: You said
you were cooking.

What were you cooking?

JULIO:
Uh, yeah. An omelet.

WYATT:
So, you've got a frying pan?

JULIO:
Good call. Yeah. Got it.

WYATT: What's closer,
the front or the back door?

-JULIO: Back door.
-WYATT: Start making
your way over there.

-Hit him with
everything you got.
-JULIO: Okay.

WYATT:
Julio... good luck.

JULIO:
Thanks, man.

-(pan thuds)
-(masked intruder screams)

MASKED INTRUDER (on tape):
Hey, hey!

Wait. Stop.

-Play it back.
-(tape rewinding)

JULIO (on tape):
Thanks, man.

-(pan thuds)
-(masked intruder screams)

MASKED INTRUDER:
Hey, hey!

Do you hear that,
the scream?

Roll it back again.

-(masked intruder screams)
-(tape rewinds)

MASKED INTRUDER:
Hey, hey!

The guy screaming, "Hey"?

CARLOS:
Not "Hey."

"HeyHey."

I'll be damned, Reyes,
you're right.

Alright,
everybody gather 'round.

So, the powers that be
have decided

to deny Captain Vega
her chemotherapy treatment.

-What?
-What the hell?
Why would they do that?

Because it costs $150,000,

and they say
they don't have the money.

So, we're gonna
help them find it.

And how do we do that?

By going through
the city's budget,
page by page.

We're gonna look for
every line of waste,

graft, or mismanagement
we can find.

All 900 pages of it.

And how long do we have?

One shift.

So let's get it done.

("This Is a Game"
by Nick Waterhouse playing)

For the next 24 hours,
there will be no sleeping.

There are no chores
on the chore chart.

If you're not on a call,
I don't care what you're doing,

your eyes are on this.

So, find something,

put it up on the board.

Let's get this done
for Captain Vega.

Hell, yeah.

What do you make of this?

Put it up.

So, city hall's spending
$800 a month

just on coffee beans
from Tanzania.

Yeah, that's
not nearly enough,

but in fairness,
their coffee's amazing.

♪ This is a game

You feeling okay?

Yeah, just got a little case
of the cruds, that's all.

Try green juice.
It'll flush it out of you.

-(toilet flushes)
-♪ Get what you think
you deserve ♪

I got it!
Checkmate, baby.

We spent $460,000
on Christmas decorations.

It says $64,000.

Ugh! Stupid dyslexia.

Still,
$64,000 is not nothing.

Marj, the frittata.

("This Is a Game" continues)

Six figures,
hiding in plain sight.

Good. It's a double.
We need a home run.

Okay.

Thanks, Marj.
Oh, my God! Marj!

Look at this.

-You have to show Cap.
-Hey, Cap!

♪ What you deck stack

♪ Get taken back

♪ And the turned up sleeves

We got ourselves a ball game!

-PAUL STRICKLAND: Mm!
-(song ends)

Well, if it hits,
the boilermakers
are on me, yeah?

Hey, Sal, I gotta go.

Oh, good. Rangers.

Detective McGregor.

I don't know
if you remember me, sir.

We worked on
the stolen kidney ring together.

You've moved up
in the world, Reyes.

If wearing
two belt buckles is your thing.

-Who's your friend?
-This is Ranger Campbell.

We're here for
the Julio Cruz homicide.

What about it?

We'd like to tag in
to the investigation.

Take it over you mean.

I know how you cowboys roll.

APD's doin' just fine.

Unless you, uh, you got
something with protein
to throw in the pot.

How about a suspect?

Elias Witt.

What makes you think
he's good for it?

He's a foot soldier
with the Rolling Nines.

Oh, well, that narrows it
down to about 11,000 people

who'd want Julio dead.

But only one who goes
by the street name "HeyHey."

(dramatic music playing)

We know from the 9-1-1 call
that the victim struck

one of the assailants
and he screamed "HeyHey"
at the other.

Meaning our boy HeyHey
likely took some damage
from a frying pan.

How the hell did you get access
to the 9-1-1 call on my case?

-Confidential informant.
-Unbelievable.

You Rangers really do think
you're God's gift, don't ya?

Okay, well, let's see
how good you really are.

This is from the scene
where Julio struck his assailant

with said frying pan.

Tell me what you see.

Well, there's
some blood splatter
on the wall there.

-Yep.
-That's cooking grease.

-(grease sizzles)
-(screaming)

How about this stain
on the rug?

That's coffee.
Anything else?

Warmer. Warmer.

Is that a tooth?

-(pan thuds)
-(grunts)

And with almost no hints.

-(McGregor chuckles)
-You check it for DNA?

What a brilliant suggestion,
Ranger.

I'm so grateful
for your collaboration.

It's at the lab now,
waiting on test results.

Meantime, how'd you boys
like to take a drive

and see if your friend HeyHey
is missing his left incisor?

Very much.

RECEPTIONIST:
Mayor Stanton's office.
Please hold.

Just tell the mayor
I need two minutes, that's all.

As I told you before,

his office is saying
he's too busy today.
I'm sorry.

...and they need you
in hair and makeup by 6:15.

Mr. Mayor, I was hoping
to continue our conversation

about my colleague,
Tommy Vega.

There is no conversation
to continue, Captain.

Actually, there is.

I found some things
in the city budget

that I wanted to call
to your attention.

It's a done deal, Captain.

We have a town hall meeting
in two hours to approve it.

Now, I am sorry, but as I said,
it's a lost cause.

-Is the car here yet?
-LESLIE: Should be
pulling up now.

Alright, ma'am,
my name's Wyatt.

I'm gonna get you help
right away.

Can you tell me your address?

CALLER (on phone):
6179 Duncan Drive.

Tell 'em to hurry.
I need the police now!

Okay. Ma'am, actually,
those are the police.

-CALLER: What?
-There's a major law enforcement
operation in progress,

so I need you to lock your doors
and shelter in place.

DNA came back from
the murder scene of Julio Cruz

as a match to Elias Witt,
street name HeyHey.

My new Ranger buddies
and I, we did some recon

to confirm that he'll be the one
with the new gap in his smile.

We observed at least five other
affiliated individuals

in the residence,
but there could be more.

Consider them armed
and extremely dangerous.

We've raided
Rolling Nine houses
in the past.

There's always
a surprise waitin'.

We'll have paramedics
standing by.

Captain, anything
you wanna say?

God forbid anyone gets hurt,
call it out.

We'll be in there
the second
the scene is secure.

Alright,
let's go have some fun.

-(glass shatters)
-(flash grenade blasts)

-Oh!
-OFFICER 1: Freeze!

Police! Search warrant!

OFFICER 2:
Get down on the ground!

(indistinct yelling)

OFFICER 3:
Hands behind your back!

-No, man, don't move!
-(indistinct yelling)

Police!
Put your hands up now!

-ELIAS WITT:
What's this about, man?!
-The murder of Julio Cruz!

-OFFICER: Lemme see your hands!
-(Elias grunts)

(indistinct yelling)

-Gun! Gun! Gun!
-Suspect fled upstairs
with a gun!

(Elias panting, grunting)

(tense, dramatic music playing)

(yelling from below)

(tense, dramatic
music continues)

Gotcha.

♪♪

-(gunshots)
-(Elias grunts)

SAM CAMPBELL:
I'm hit! (grunts)

-CARLOS: Sam!
-CAMPBELL: I got him!
He's down.

Behind the couch.
Check him.

(indistinct chatter from below)

♪♪

(Carlos panting)

I need EMS! Officer down
in the back den. Officer down!

(groaning)

Move, move, move.

(winces) How bad we think?

(Campbell panting, grunting)

I think you're a lucky man.

Dispatch, tell EMS
officer was just grazed.

-And scene is secure.
-WYATT (on radio): Copy that.

Will do.
Glad to hear it, Ranger.

And, Wyatt, what you did
for Julio, you made it right.

Yeah, we all did.

(indistinct radio chatter)

-(sirens blaring)
-(helicopter whirring)

I suppose that's one
form of justice.

Cover him up.

How you feeling, Ranger?

You know,
not much of anything now,

thanks to about
50 milligrams of morphine.

(chuckles) More like five.
50, and you'd be in a coma.

Well, I'm glad
you're the one in charge.

Thank y'all both
for taking care of me.

You're welcome.

(awkward music playing)

TK, how are his vitals?

Um, 132 over 65, 100 BPM.

CAMPBELL:
Ooh, that's not bad, right?

-No, that's not bad.
-That's not bad.

You want me to just
patch you up right here?

You wouldn't mind doing that?

Nah. It'll save you
a trip to the hospital.

Oh, I appreciate that,
Captain.

Captain, may I have a word
with your paramedic?

I feel like that's a question
for your husband.

CARLOS: TK...

♪♪

Yeah.

CARLOS:
How are you doing?

(solemn music playing)

I'm not the one
that was just in a shootout.

-How are you?
-I'm fine.

Hey, I don't like how we
left things back at the loft.

You're the one
that left, Carlos.

And I'm not gonna
back down, okay?
That's my little brother.

(faint creaking)

Carlos?

(tense, eerie music playing)

(blood dripping)

Detective McGregor.

The attic's bleeding.

♪♪

(flies buzzing)

Police! Come out
with your hands up!

(flies buzzing)

(tense, eerie music continues)

(flies buzzing)

♪♪

McGregor.

-(ragged breathing)
-Sir. Hey.

We need paramedics
up here now!

Sir, can you hear me?
We're gonna get you help, okay?

Hey. Sir.

MCGREGOR:
Who the hell is that?

Nestor Grimes.

He's my dad's missing CI.

-CAMPBELL: Hey, Chief.
-BRIDGES: Hey.

How's that shoulder?

Uh, it's a little sore,
but I'm fine.

Any word on Nestor?

-Still in surgery.
-BRIDGES: Gotcha.

-How about from
Detective McGregor?
-Yeah. Yeah.

Two of those Rolling Nines
y'all picked up
already confessed.

So they're good
for Julio's murder.

What about my father's?

Uh, no.

None of them know
anything about your daddy.

Hey, Doc, what do you got?

Mr. Grimes is out of surgery.

Is he awake?

No. He's still coming
out of anesthesia,

but I'm afraid
he's lost a lot of blood.

He's on the verge
of organ failure.

Are you saying
he may not wake up?

That's right.

Ah. Well, we'd sure
appreciate it

if you'd let us know if he does.

Well, at this point,
dying might be a mercy.

I can't believe
those sons of bitches

left him in chains
for over a year.

Yeah, me neither.

But, uh, he was
their money guy.

Probably knew where
all the dirty cash was

and couldn't afford to kill him.

(Carlos sighs)

This doesn't make sense.

We finally found the person
who might give me

some answers about my father...

only to lose him.

Ah, he's not lost yet.
You gotta keep the faith.

(cell phone ringing)

Oh, my better half.
Um, I'll be right back.

Hey, speaking of,

how come you didn't
introduce me to your husband?

That was him, right?

That good-looking paramedic
back at the house.

Was it TK?

Sorry. I would have, but...

(sighs)

We're in the middle of a thing.

No worries.

He wants to adopt
his little brother.

Which is noble.

He's three. Sweet.

He's adorable.

CAMPBELL: But?

I'm not ready.

Too much unfinished business.

(sighs)

Yeah. Everybody always
says having kids

is the best thing
in the world.

-It's not true?
-Oh, it definitely is.

Otherwise, I wouldn't
have four of 'em.

You have four kids?

(laughs) Yeah, man.

You'd be surprised
what you don't know about me.

Thing about kids, though...
(sighs)

Boy, they take every bit of you
that's not nailed down.

So anything that's left undone

is probably gonna stay undone.

Today marks
an historic achievement.

After the city council
ratifies this budget,

we will restore
Austin to solvency,

just as I promised
when I ran for office.

-What is happening?
-We object.

(scoffs, chuckles)

You object?

Captain Strand,
this is neither a wedding

nor a legal proceeding.

There is nothing
to object to.

We object to the treatment
of Captain Tommy Vega,

who has been denied
life-saving chemotherapy

because it is not covered
in our health care.

Captain Vega has served
this city for over two decades

and is responsible
for saving countless lives.

So we're just here
to make sure you guys

step it up and save hers.

And our hearts
go out to Captain Vega.

But as I said
to Captain Strand--

Yes, I know,
it's a lost cause,

but oftentimes those are
the ones worth fighting for.

Well, I'm sorry,
but my team has been crunching

the numbers for months.

And so has my team.

There are some things
in the city budget

that I think your constituents
would love to hear you explain.

Captain Strand,
now is not the time for this.

Nancy, you wanna,
you wanna lead us off?

Mr. Mayor,
your proposal is 904 pages,

and you printed 50 copies
for a room

full of people
that have computers.

Multiply that by
36 city council meetings a year

and that's well over
a million pages.

Yeah, not very green
of you, sir.

MATEO CHAVEZ:
Tree killer! (coughs)

NANCY GILLIAN:
Throw in premium toner,

and that's almost 100 grand,

which could go
a long way in helping pay

for Captain Vega's treatment.

Yeah. One treatment
for one city employee.

I've got 16,000 of 'em.

(scoffs) Now we will
start digitizing

our files immediately.

You have my word.

But 100K is
a drop in the bucket.

Well, uh, Paul, do you wanna
talk about the MRAPs?

Hey, yeah, I wanna
talk about MRAPs.

Excuse me. Can you tell us
what an MRAP is?

An MRAP is a Mine-Resistant
Ambush Protected vehicle.

It's basically a tank
ordered on behalf of the AISD.

They bought a tank
for the school district?

Not a tank. Tanks.

Three of 'em.

-At a million a pop.
-(crowd murmuring)

OWEN:
So you're out of money?

Is that still
your official position?

Listen, if you think
you can come in here

and play gotcha
in front of the whole town,

you got another thing comin'.

Yeah, it's not just the town.

I'm also live-streaming this
to my 5.2 million followers.

MAYOR ADAM STANTON:
Alright. Alright.
Someone get the cops in here.

You are obstructing and impeding

an official proceeding,
Captain Strand.

You are walking your team
into a perilous corner,

and I suggest you
walk them back out again
while you still can.

Captain Strand,
this is your last chance.

Your team will vacate
this hall immediately,

or you will be arrested
and you will all be fired.

So, Captain,
what's it gonna be?

(intense dramatic music playing)

Respectfully, Mr. Mayor...

-you can kiss my ass.
-(crowd gasps)

Mom, you have to see this!

Oh, no, not right now, girls.
I'm in the middle of something.

No. Look.
Like, millions of people
are watching this right now.

(indistinct chatter on phone)

STANTON (on phone):
Officers, take
these people to jail.

Oh, no.

-(quiet chatter)
-(doors open)

Alright, here we go.

If anyone wants to leave,
now's the time.

No way.
Let's do it for Cap.

-For Cap.
-Till the end.

(crowd murmuring)

Captain Strand,
I'm Sergeant Lin.

Do what you have to do,
Sergeant.

LIN:
With your permission,

we'd like to stand
in solidarity with you

on behalf of Captain Vega.

It's an honor to have you.

(upbeat rock music playing)

They got themselves
into a mess now.

MARJAN MARWANI:
Hmm. Not just them.

Why does it feel like
I'm watching a jury debate
someone's life?

-You are.
-God, I wish I could read lips.

I got you. She's saying
"We should set the precedent,"

or, "We should
kill the president."

Alright. Moment of truth.

Well, nothing makes for good TV
like a little bit of drama.

Am I right, folks? (chuckles)

So, from my first days
on the campaign,

I have been a fierce advocate
for our first responders.

And in light of the passion

that our heroes
have shown here today...

the city has agreed
to create a special fund

to cover the treatment
of Captain Vega.

(cheering and applause)

SPEAKER: No deal!

No deal.

Excuse me. Who are you?

I'm Captain Vega.

And I appreciate
your proposal...

but I can't accept it.

Not until
comprehensive treatment

is covered for every single
first responder in this city.

What do you say, Mr. Mayor?
You're a fierce advocate.

♪♪

(council quietly chattering)

We will take another look
at the budget

and find a way
to make it work.

(cheering and applause)

What was all that
about embracing surrender?

Mm... Surrender is not
in my vocabulary either.

(both laughing)

(indistinct chatter)

-Is Nestor awake?
-For the moment.

But I'm afraid
he doesn't have much time.

Well, we best
get in there then.

Mr. Grimes said
there's only one person
he's willing to speak to.

-Who?
-Is one of you Gabriel Reyes?

(monitor beeping)

(labored breathing)

Nestor.

Nestor.

I'm Ranger Reyes.

I don't talk to pigs.

Only Gabriel.

Gabriel's dead.

(beeping intensifies)

But you get
the next best thing.

I'm his son, Carlos.

You're lying.

I'm not.

He was murdered last year,

two days
after you disappeared.

NESTOR GRIMES:
I see it now.

The eyes.

He talked about you.

So proud.

(grunts)

He was a cop...

but he was my friend.

He was mine too.

(Nestor breathing deeply)

I believe what happened to you
could be connected

to what happened to him.

You agree?

-Nestor. Hey. Stay with me.
-Fi... Fi...

-Wh-what are you trying to say?
-Five...

The five...

the five...

The five?

What's the five?

The five CIs.

(weakly)
Five snitches.

(breathes deeply)
From different Ranger cases...

all got burned.

Got burned? What...?

You mean somebody
sold them out?

You mean like... a ranger?

He told me, "Be careful."

He worried I might be next.

He was right.

Did he tell you
anybody to watch out for?

Did he give you a name?

Did he give you a name?

-(monitor beeping rapidly)
-Nestor?

Can I get a nurse here?!

Nestor, did he give you a name?
Nestor?

Code blue!

(indistinct voices echoing)

Nestor,
did he give you a name?

(screams) Can I get
a nurse here now?!

(somber music playing)

Are you okay, son?

Nestor's dead.

CAMPBELL: Oh! (sighs)

Damn.

Did he give you anything?

(monitor beeping rapidly)

(straining)
Ranger Campbell.

(dramatic music plays)

No.

(country rock
theme music playing)

♪♪

(fanfare playing)