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I may not be able to fix things, but I am going to try.

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[dramatic music]

CARLOS: According to witnesses, the sports car was doing

in excess of 120 and lost control.

It's a miracle no one else got hurt.

- He was ejected? - Yeah.

CARLOS: Carjacker on a joyride.

Not much joy there.

We ain't seeing no signs of life, Cap.

Yeah, let's check him anyway.

You think you can get to him from up there?

It'd be easier to just run a ladder from down there.

Alright, let's do it.

Hey, and, Paul, let's find a way to cover him up.

Carjacker or not, his parents don't need to see him

on the evening news like this.

PAUL (over radio): Copy that, Cap.

Mateo, you're on guide wires.

Captain, we ready with the escort?

We'll be prepped and ready with the gurney.

(siren chirping)

Oh, great.

O'Brien.

- He got a problem with you? - Me? No.

Pretty sure he doesn't even know who I am.

He, uh, he's not a big fan of firefighters.

(siren chirps)

O'BRIEN: Who's in charge?

That would be me.

Can I help you, officer?

Sergeant. O'Brien.

Captain. Strand.

Oh, you're the 126.

Oh, you've been in the news a lot lately, Captain.

You, uh, you tell 'em where to go

or you just bring 'em along with you these days?

- We have a problem here? - You need to move your truck.

Move my truck?

Yeah, the big red shiny one.

I need you to move it.

Yeah, we're kinda in the middle of something.

Yeah, the road.

You've got the entire artery shut down

with traffic backed up for over two miles.

Why don't you take your truck and move it to the side?

And you can be special right over there.

I will move my truck...

when we're done here.

And not a minute before.

You are in violation of Section 546.007B.

Nuisance obstruction on a thoroughfare.

You've got 30 days to pay the fine or contest it.

Sign here.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Owen.

You have a great day.

Hey, officer?

- (rips ticket) - You have a great day too.

(applause)

WOMAN: Whoo!

Let's get back to work.

This is gonna be great.

It's just... this is gonna work out really well.

(theme music plays)

- Good morning, Bree. - Hey, Grace.

You want a cup?

Yes, please.

- How was the weekend? - GRACE: Hmm...

Is it bad I'm thanking God it's Monday?

- (Bree gasps) Uh-oh. - (both laugh)

Well, Miss Charlie, she cut her first tooth,

so, you know, there wasn't a whole lot of peace

- in the Ryder valley. - Ooh!

Well, for the next eight hours

all you have to worry about are other people's problems,

so you can relax.

She looks at me with this look...

- Aw! - (chuckles)

It almost makes me wanna run home

to the little monster now.

- I said almost. - Mm-hmm.

- You have a good one, Bree. - You too, Grace.

(phones ringing)

(crunching)

Uh, excuse me?

- Yeah. - GRACE: Hey.

So this is actually my seat.

Uh...

I wasn't aware we were assigned stations.

Well, I guess technically speaking we're not,

but I've been working at this desk

for over six years now.

Really? 'Cause I've been sitting here for nine.

SARA: Grace, have you met Dave from graveyard?

He'll be filling in on day shift

until Alice gets back from her knee surgery.

Dave Sheffield, this is Grace Ryder.

Amazing Grace! I've heard the tales!

It's great to put a face to the name.

Nice to meet you, Dave.

Uh, what, so nine years at this desk?

Five nights a week.

Oh.

Listen, I can move stations if you want.

I don't wanna muscle in on anyone else's turf.

GRACE: No, it's okay. I see you've, um...

you've already set up your dolls.

I just like my space to feel lived in.

Okay, well, you are certainly livin' in it, aren't you?

SARA: Station 13's open.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

- Thank you, Sara. - SARA: Mm-hmm.

It's nice to meet you, Dave.

You too. Amazing Grace! How about that?

(clears throat)

MATEO: For the win!

- Let's go! - That is lucky trash.

(playful chatter)

- Hey, guys. - PAUL: What's up, Carlos?

Hi, babe. Perfect timing. You want next?

No, I'm in the middle of a shift.

So are we.

Hey. What's going on?

I take it you guys didn't see it yet.

See what?

(tense music)

NEWSCASTER (over phone): A local fire captain went viral today

when he did what many commuters could only dream of.

He ripped up a police officer's ticket...

Bam! I like that.

Yeah, Cap smoked him good.

You guys, th-this isn't funny.

No, it's hilarious.

No, guys, it's kinda not.

I mean, it's worse in New York,

but it's sorta the same all over.

What are you talkin' about?

JUDD: He's talkin' about red versus blue.

Hell of a lot of police don't like us.

It's a, it's a real rivalry thing.

It's just, they're just jealous.

Well, I'm not sure if that's the right word.

PAUL: Oh, no. That is the right word.

I mean, it's like that in Chicago too.

Nobody's happy to see the cops comin',

but they cheer when we turn up.

Look, I know how hard you guys work,

but to a lot of cops, you guys seem a little...

lazy.

- Lazy? - Excuse me.

- (overlapping chatter) - (scoffs)

Right.

Okay, okay, okay, okay. You guys...

Well, you know, to an outsider,

it might seem that you guys spend a lot of your time...

sleeping, cooking, playing games,

maybe sliding down a pole every once in a while.

- Okay, that's ridiculous. - I am offended.

We do not even have a pole.

- We should get one though. - JUDD: Oh, hey, hey, hey.

Cap said he was thinkin' about getting us a nice slide though.

A slide? No way!

Ah, see, Cap is the GOAT. That's awesome.

- MARJAN: That is awesome. - I'm just saying...

Captain poked a bear today.

O'Brien's gonna have it out for all of you,

so just... be careful.

- MARJAN: Big scary bear. - MATEO: Where's your ticket?

- You want a ticket? - MARJAN: Big scary bear.

(overlapping chatter)

I don't know about you, but I am starving.

Oh, you're starving.

I'm in the middle of an intermittent fast.

All I'm allowed, apple cider vinegar.

DAVE: You know the secret to getting through a good fast, don't you?

JOEL: No, what?

Eat a little something.

Now I know I put potato salad in this fridge.

Guys, have y'all seen...

Is this yours?

It's fine.

DAVE (mouthful): I'm so sorry.

It didn't have a name on it

and I thought it was community

'cause that's the way that we roll in graveyard.

Don't worry about it. It's all good. It's okay.

No. No, no, no. Here you go.

I only took two bites.

Three bites.

Dave, it's really okay.

You enjoy what's left.

Oh, I'd feel terrible if this wasn't so tasty.

I will say, though, you're quite the little cook.

My husband made that actually.

And, uh, for the record, not so little.

(scoffs) Lazy?

I'd like to see your average police officer

run an inch-and-a-half up 35 flights of stairs.

How could they? Their hands are filled with donuts.

- Ha! - Hey.

Alright. Just...

Look, let's not, let's not overheat this

whole rivalry thing, right?

They're first responders just like us.

At the end of the day, we're on the same team.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean

they're not babies who whine and cry

every time they don't get what they want.

- MATEO: Whoa, whoa, whoa! - JUDD: Oh! Hey!

- MARJAN: What? - MATEO: Yo! Is that our truck?

- What the hell? - What are you doing?

You parked in a fire lane.

It's a fire truck.

Oh, well...

Where's the fire?

Transportation code: 545.302.

An operator may not stop, stand or park their vehicle

within 30 feet of a public entrance,

driveway, or safety zone.

Once the fine has been paid...

you may retrieve your vehicle from the impound.

You all have a great day.

(motorcycle engine starts)

Uber?

I'm telling ya.

If they put a scratch on this thing...

(truck beeping)

Dad, remember what they taught you in anger management,

deep centering breaths.

- I'm not angry. - Oh, yeah?

'Cause the veins in your neck are a little bulgy.

No, I'm concerned.

I'm concerned the APD

has got a moron with a God complex,

locking up emergency vehicles.

TOMMY: Yeah, Owen is right.

What if a call had come in?

I mean, someone could have gotten hurt.

- Or worse. - Exactly.

Somebody needs to take this guy down a peg.

- That's right. - Let's go, man.

TK: Guys, please don't encourage him.

That son of a bitch!

What? What is it?

Look, someone keyed the rig. Look!

Are you kiddin' me?

Alright. You see this?

This is war.

You're calling from 441 Fairview Drive. Is that correct?

- BOY (over phone): Yes. - Okay.

Police are on the way. Am I speaking Ron Bettencourt?

BOY: No, that's my dad.

I'm, I'm Duncan.

Okay, Duncan, is your dad around?

You can't hide from me! Where the hell are you?

He's the one trying to kill me.

(rattling)

Hey, I have a minor hiding in a residence.

He says his dad is trying to kill him.

Okay, Duncan, listen, the police will be there soon.

Can you tell me where you are?

In my parents' closet.

Does your father have a weapon?

DUNCAN (crying): A baseball bat.

RON (over phone): You can't hide from me!

I was asleep.

He pulled me out of my bed and started attacking me.

I hit him with a lamp and I hid.

Is there anybody else in the house?

No.

RON: What did you do with my son,

you son of a bitch?

Did he say, "What did you do with my son?"

Duncan, was your father talking to you?

He's acting like he doesn't know me.

He says I broke into the house.

- Some kind of psychosis. - I'll alert PD.

It's a possible 5150

- and run some background. - GRACE: Okay.

Does your father have a history of mental illness

or substance abuse?

DUNCAN: No, nothing like that.

RON: Show yourself!

Duncan, listen, can you get out of the house?

DUNCAN: No, I'm on the second floor and I can't get past him.

Okay, then I need you to get to a room with a lock,

like a bathroom.

DUNCAN (gasping): Okay, I'll try.

- (key clacks) - Car One-Niner-Seven.

What's your ETA on 441 Fairview?

OFFICER (over radio): Six minutes out.

Hey! Where's my son?

- DUNCAN: Dad! - (Ron shouting)

- Open the door! - (pounding on door)

If you aren't him, I will kill you! Open the door!

I will break this door down!

- (pounding on door) - Duncan? Tell me what's happening.

RON: Open this door! Do you hear me?

DUNCAN (crying): I'm in my parents' bathroom.

I locked the door but...

- Open this door now! - Why is this happening?

I need you to go through all those bathroom drawers

and tell me what you see.

- RON: Duncan, are you in there? - DUNCAN: Brushes...

- jars of stuff, I don't know. - RON: Open the door!

- (Ron yelling) - Scissors.

- A curling iron, - GRACE: Okay.

Grab the scissors.

Why?

Duncan, when he comes through that door,

you're gonna need to defend yourself.

- (doorknob rattling over phone) - RON: Open the door!

Duncan: I can't.

- He's my dad. - RON: Open the door!

I know, sweetie, but he doesn't seem to know that right now

and you may not have a choice.

Ron Bettencourt, 48, no criminal history.

Was he in an accident recently?

- RON: I will kill you! - Yes.

Last week, he and his wife

were hit by a drunk driver.

She was killed. Ron survived.

Ask the kid if the dad got a TBI in the accident.

- I'm sorry, what? - DAVE: Just trust me.

RON: Duncan!

- (pounding on door over phone) - Duncan!

Duncan, was your father hurt in the car accident

that took your mom?

(Duncan weeping)

Ahh! He's getting in!

Duncan, did he get a head injury?

Uh, yeah-yeah. A concussion, I think.

RON: I will not lose my son, too.

Do you hear me? Open the damn door!

Open this door! Do you hear me?

(rattling over phone)

- Open this damn door now! - Dad, it's me! It's me! It's Duncan!

Duncan, listen, I think I know what's going on,

but I need you to get in the shower.

It is very important that you stay out of his line of sight.

What?

GRACE: Sweetie, just do it now.

Okay? The shower.

And if there's a curtain, close it.

RON: Open the door!

I'm in the shower.

You're a liar! Where is he?

Good. And his cell, it's the 2-1-9-8 number?

DUNCAN: Yeah.

Where are you? Duncan?

(cell phone ringing)

Hello. Who's this?

Ron? Hi, my name is Grace Ryder.

I'm a dispatcher with Austin 9-1-1.

I have your son Duncan on the line. Duncan?

Say hi to your father.

- DUNCAN (over phone): Dad? - Duncan?

- Is that you, son? - (Duncan crying)

Yeah, Dad, it's me.

Where are you?

I'm in the bathroom.

He's got you in there?

No! No! I'm the only one in here.

I don't understand.

GRACE: Mr. Bettencourt.

I believe you're suffering

from something called Capgras Syndrome.

It's a condition caused by a head injury

that affects visual recognition.

It causes a person to believe that their loved one

has been replaced by an impostor.

(laughs) That... That's crazy.

GRACE: It certainly sounds crazy,

but it is true.

The sound of that loved one's voice

is the only thing that could snap them out of it.

Um, but in order for it to work,

they have to be completely out of their line of sight.

RON: Oh, God.

I nearly killed him.

GRACE: It's okay, it's not your fault, Ron.

But I do need you to put the bat down, okay?

- (bat thuds) - Bat's down.

Son, the bat's down.

Son, it's down.

♪

Oh, you're bleeding.

I'm s... Come here.

I'm sorry. Come here.

- (siren wailing) - I'm so sorry.

Grace, please tell the cops I don't want them to arrest him.

He's not gonna get arrested, sweetie.

He's gonna get treated.

Everything's gonna be okay, alright?

DUNCAN: Thank you.

GRACE: You're welcome, sweetheart. You're welcome.

SARA: Good job.

- OWEN: Guys? - What happened? Fire?

- I didn't hear the, uh, bell. - What's going on?

I figured it out.

You figured what out?

How we're going to get our revenge.

Softball.

I signed us up

for the interdepartmental softball league,

because it turns out

that martinet Sergeant O'Brien

is the captain of the APD's

undefeated all-star softball team.

We are gonna challenge them to a game.

(clears throat) We're gonna challenge

their undefeated team to a softball game?

Yep.

What-what... What's the plan?

To defeat them.

You sure it's a good idea, Cap?

Better be. I already ordered the jerseys.

Alright.

You guys, you look terrible.

Get some sleep.

You're gonna need it.

- JUDD: Hey, babe! - GRACE: Hmm?

I found my lucky glove.

- Oh, that's nice. - Yeah.

This is a, uh, this is a Ryder family heirloom.

Daddy played with this one

and then Pop Laird played with it before him.

GRACE: Mm-hmm.

And I know it don't look like much, but...

once I get a little oil sprinkled onto it,

it's gonna be good as new.

GRACE: Mm-hmm.

- Grace? - Hmm.

Do you mind me asking why you're autographing your yogurt?

I am claiming what's mine.

So that Dave doesn't get confused

while he's rummaging through the refrigerator

looking for an afternoon snack.

Is Dave the new dispatcher?

I mean... he's not new, but, yes.

JUDD: And, uh...

I take it you ain't a fan?

I'm not.

- He took my seat. - Mm-hmm.

Set up some toys like he was

some old biddy playing church Bingo.

That's not even the part that bothered me.

The worst part is that he jumped in on one of my calls

like I was a trainee or something.

- Did you tell him to butt out? - (Grace sighs)

- If I'm being honest... - Mm-hm?

it was probably good that he did.

He... he helped save a child's life.

Is that a bad thing?

No, it's not a bad thing, it's just...

I would have gotten there on my own.

- JUDD: Hmm. - Eventually.

Girl, you got a competitive streak in you.

It's about a mile wide.

- Oh, me? - Mm-hm.

I'm not the one, uh, oiling a glove.

(laughs) Well, you might wanna borrow the ol' lucky glove.

Huh? Maybe catch a few more calls than Dave.

Are you... are you coming at me right now like this?

- No, no, no. - 'Cause we can go if you want to.

No, I ain't trying to get on David's level.

Maybe-maybe I oughta give you a boxing glove.

You think this is funny?

No. No, no, no.

What I think is that if there's somebody in that call center

that can give ol' Grace Ryder, you know, a run for her money,

then Austin's in good hands.

(snickers)

Very nasty orange-stained hands.

Grace. Wasn't it Peter who said that, "God grants grace...

- to the humble"? - GRACE: Oh.

Okay. Well, excuse me.

So you're tellin' me that you're gonna be just fine

if those cops kick y'all's tails all over that softball diamond?

I ain't gonna like it.

But...

I'll just come back and play better next time.

Sun Tzu said if you know your enemy and yourself,

you need not worry about a thousand battles.

I wonder what Sun Tzu's earned run average was.

Ah, look who's up.

Alright. Okay.

Well, make sure we pitch him inside.

Oh. He's a switch hitter. Great.

That son of a...

Jeez, where'd that ball go?

Oh.

Somewhere near the Oklahoma state line.

We are so dead.

MAN: Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

- (exhales) I have an idea. - TOMMY: Hmm?

Why don't we burn down our firehouse again

and tell them that we lost our jerseys?

Or we can do this, we can cheat.

Okay, well, not actually like cheat-cheat,

but let's bring in a ringer.

A ringer? I love a ringer.

Do you have a candidate?

Well, I do have someone in mind.

Terrific.

Hmm. Don't get too excited though,

because this won't be pleasant.

We so appreciate you coming in today, Pearce.

Especially considering how we parted ways the last time.

I can't say I'm shocked you have an opening,

given the cowboy culture here.

(laughs) Well, we can assure you

we have changed our cowboy ways.

She's absolutely right.

The 126 is a brand-new fire station.

Because your old one burned to the ground.

(forced laughter)

Uh... Uh... Touché.

No, uh, it's a rebuilding year.

And we can't think of any other medic

that we'd rather have help us rebuild.

Just have a couple questions on your resume.

Um, Rhodes Scholar,

um, senior medic at the Capitol,

um, all-American center fielder at Vanderbilt.

- That's right. - OWEN: Yeah.

You don't happen to remember your slugging percentage, do ya?

- My what? - The amount of bases earned per at bat.

.460, .475?

- .550. - Five... wow, that's impressive.

- Ugh. - Why?

Listen, um, I'm just gonna be blunt.

It was a mistake letting you go.

Well, you didn't let me go. I quit.

Well, either way, that's in the past,

and we're prepared to do whatever it takes.

I don't know.

I'm adequately satisfied working over at the 114.

What would it take for you to be supremely satisfied

working at the 126?

A 15 percent raise.

That, um... That-that's gonna be tricky.

We'll find the money.

Great, because I'll also need gas mileage

and I won't work weekends

and I want three personal days a month.

I'm training to climb Denali.

That's a lot of "ands."

Listen, if that's a deal-breaker...

No, no, no, no, no. No. We will make this work.

We're a team. We're one big team.

Speaking of which, what size jersey do you wear?

(indistinct chatter)

Where is he? I mean, you'd think a guy that tightly wound

would at least be punctual.

Went straight to voice mail.

Unbelievable. The ringer turned off his ringer.

Hey, Pearce, it's-it's Captain Tommy Vega again.

Uh, we're just wondering where you are. Let us know.

Hey, Strand, I thought I'd give your friends a call.

You ready to get your ass handed to you?

Hey, man, we're firefighters. We're born ready, alright?

And if there's gonna be any ass handing today,

it's gonna be my hand on your ass.

Did he just say...

(officers laughing)

(exhales)

Should we stall?

OWEN (exhales): You know what? We don't need a ringer.

You know why? 'Cause we got them.

They've literally been through the fire together.

The tornado didn't knock them down

and neither will these donut eaters.

We're the 126.

- We got this. - Damn right.

(smack)

- You tried texting him? - Yeah, right now.

Play ball!

OWEN: Here we go, here we go now.

(whooping and cheering)

- MAN: Here we go! - TOMMY: Yeah!

(indistinct chatter)

PAUL: You got this.

(upbeat music)

♪ Mahna Mahna

Strike one!

Strike two!

♪ Mahna Mahna

Strike three! You're out!

- PAUL: It's alright. - MARJAN: Alright, alright.

OWEN: It's alright, it's alright.

It's alright. Shake it off.

CROWD: Yeah!

♪ Mahna Mahna

♪

♪ Mahna Mahna

(officers cheering)

♪ Mahna Mahna

♪

♪ Mahna Mahna

♪ Mahna Mahna

CROWD: Yeah!

- Safe! - The ball's right here! I have it here!

♪

♪ Mahna Mahna

♪ Mahna Mahna

UMPIRE: Home run!

(cheering)

(indistinct yelling)

(cheering)

PAUL: Come on, TK.

- Alright. - You got it.

(overlapping chatter)

(cheering)

- UMPIRE: Safe! - Alright!

Nancy. Nancy, come on. I need you to bat.

TOMMY: Nancy? You alright?

I probably should have mentioned this before...

I suck.

What do you mean, you suck?

I mean, look at you. You're a powerhouse.

In high school, they used to call me the big whiff.

- OWEN: You're gonna be fine. - TOMMY: It's okay.

- Come on. - Go on. Go.

- PAUL: You got this. - MATEO: Let's go. You got this.

We don't have any outs.

We don't have any runs either.

(fire team cheering)

- TOMMY: You got it. - UMPIRE: Strike one.

- TOMMY: You're okay. - Strike two.

Strike three. You're out.

- Alright, that's okay. - MATEO: Here we go now.

- Here we go. - TOMMY: Owen. Owen.

Mateo! Get Pearce's jersey ready.

MATEO: Oh, hey. Alright.

Hey. Where you been?

- I was arrested. - Arrested?

TOMMY: You were arrested?

Well, not arrested, I was detained.

- I got pulled over. - For what?

A rolling stop.

- Did you roll? - Hey, I never roll.

They held me in the back of a police cruiser for an hour

and then they just let me go.

Cheaters. Alright, Mateo, give him his jersey.

PEARCE: Oh, wait a minute.

This jersey says "Pierce."

P-I-E-R-C-E.

My name's Pearce. P-E-A-R-C-E.

- It's a nickname. - TOMMY: Mm-hmm.

Because you pierce, you pierce, you...

You know what? I don't care. Whatever.

Wear it inside out, doesn't matter to me.

We need you up there. Come on. Let's go!

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go.

(cheering)

MATEO: P! Pierce it!

Come now, bro, they got nothing!

(fire team whooping)

(cheering)

OWEN: Home run!

(hip-hop music playing)

(fire team cheering)

(hip-hop music continues)

(fire team cheering)

Home run!

(cheering)

(cheering)

(cheering)

(scoffs)

♪

Two down, one to go. Here we go now.

Alright, here we go. Who's next? Who do we got?

Uh... Oh. Um...

Let's go, Nancy, let's go!

- PAUL: Go, Nancy, go, yo! - JUDD: Let's go, Nancy!

You got this, baby. You got this.

- OWEN: Alright, Nancy. - MARJAN: You got this.

- Come on. - MARJAN: You got this.

- Come on, mama. - Grab the bat.

- Grab the bat. Come on. - You're good.

Now listen to me. I want you to choke up.

He likes the outside of the plate.

Look at me.

You really are a powerhouse.

Come on. You got this.

She's got this!

(fire team cheering)

O'BRIEN: Easy hitter. Let's go. Bring it in.

OWEN: Tying run at the plate!

O'BRIEN: Way in. Let's go.

MATEO: Come on, Nancy.

O'BRIEN: Alright, everybody, this is the game.

Easy out.

Drinks are on me.

(western showdown music)

UMPIRE: Strike one!

Alright. That's alright. Good swing. Good swing.

- Very nice swing. - Let's go.

UMPIRE: Strike two.

Mm, yeah!

(exhales)

- It's okay. - Level it out.

- Take your time. - OWEN: Level it out.

And breathe.

Here we go.

♪

If you're gonna whiff, whiff big.

(inhales and exhales)

♪

(fire team cheering)

(all exclaiming)

- UMPIRE: You're out! - (shouting)

- OWEN: What was that? - O'BRIEN: What was what?

- He tripped her. - He didn't trip her.

She tripped over her own feet.

Uh, she tripped on his foot when he tripped her.

OWEN: Okay. Hang on, guys. Everybody.

- Back up a bit. I got this. - Wait, wait, wait.

You sure about this?

Yeah, yeah, no, I'm-I'm diffusing.

- I'm diffusing. - The ump made the call, Strand.

Yeah, it was a bad call.

I'm not gonna argue it.

But how about this?

No extra innings, it's a tie. We all go home as friends.

Sounds like a man who sees the writing on the wall.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, you know we're about to mop the floor

with you hose jockeys.

(groans)

(grunting)

♪ Breakin' rocks in the hot sun ♪

♪ I fought the law and the law won ♪

♪ I fought the law and the law won ♪

(all shouting)

- Tell me you're getting this. - Yeah.

Uh, we, uh, can't say how much we regret

the things that transpired on our watch,

and we understand that you're upset and disappointed as well.

We are ashamed and very sorry.

Well, you should be.

First, you lure me to the station on false pretenses.

You misspell my name in print.

Then you start a full-on donnybrook

like a bunch of goons.

- "Goons"! - "Donnybrook."

Oh, really? Really? You're mocking me?

You know what? You two deserve each other.

You both have zero impulse control.

Well, I'd rather be impulsive than be a coward.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, you tell me, Pearce.

How are you the only one who emerged

from a full-blown donnybrook without a scratch?

Because I'm an expert at evasive maneuvers.

TOMMY (laughs): Yeah, I'd say.

I watched you head for the hills

the second everything started to jump off.

PEARCE: Okay, you know what? I don't have to take this.

I quit. Again. And I expect my full salary and benefits.

And you can expect to hear from my union rep.

Don't ever call me again.

Don't worry we won't. Unless it's a coward.

Sir, this isn't Uber.

MAN (over phone): I'm not looking for that kind of ride.

(panting) My boys will be here in three hours.

Make sure someone finds me before they do.

DAVE: I see.

Sir, can I get your name and address, please?

MATT (over phone): Matt Russell. 293 Clearview.

Apartment 12... 12B.

Okay, Matt. My name is Dave.

Paramedics are on the way.

Now, you sound a little bit impaired.

Have you taken anything today?

MATT: It doesn't matter.

Matters to me, Matt.

Have you done something to hurt yourself?

MATT: Don't worry about it.

Just make sure that my boys don't find me.

Rescue 126, possible overdose,

trying to determine substance.

Matt, in order for my team to best help you,

I need to know what you took.

MATT: I said don't worry about it!

I'm not looking for that kind of help.

Okay, fair enough.

Can you tell me a little bit about your boys?

MATT: Brandon, he's eleven,

Bryan is six.

And where are they now?

MATT: With their mother and her new husband.

I'm sure that Brandon and Bryan don't wanna lose their dad.

MATT: They have got a better dad now.

I'm sure they love spending time with you.

MATT: No, they do not.

You're wrong.

MATT: You don't know them.

Matt?

I was them.

I lost my dad when I was ten.

MATT: Really?

And let me tell you something,

you don't get over something like that.

Maybe it would have been different

if it were a disease...

or an accident.

But he chose to leave.

He did that on purpose.

So I've spent the rest of my life trying to save others...

wondering why I wasn't enough.

Wondering why he didn't love me enough

to stay and...

And it hurts.

It never stops hurting.

So let me tell you something...

Matt.

You think some man is gonna take your place?

No one is gonna take your place.

Hey, Dave, are you okay?

DAVE: And if you leave,

you're gonna leave a hole that no one else can fill,

so don't!

Don't do that to your boys!

MATT: I took sleeping pills.

When?

When did you take the pills?

- MATT: Ten minutes ago. - Alright. Alright.

I'm gonna... Uh...

(groans)

Bree, call an ambulance.

I think he's having a heart attack.

Dave?

I need you to stay with me, Dave.

Dave? Look at me.

The paramedics are on their way, okay?

The call... Matt... sleeping pills.

Joel, pick up Dave's line.

No. No, no, no. No. You. You.

It needs to be you.

GRACE: Okay. Okay.

Okay, Joel, come help Dave.

- I'll take the call. - JOEL: What?

Just keep him talking till EMS lands.

Hey, Matt. My name is Grace.

I'm gonna help you, okay?

MATT: Where's Dave?

I thought he hung up on me.

No, nobody's hanging up on you, Matt.

I don't wanna die.

GRACE: And you're not going to.

I understand you took sleeping pills.

- Do you know how many you took? - MATT: I don't know. 20?

- It's not too late, isn't it? - GRACE: No, it's not too late.

Listen, I need you to take your finger

and stick it down your throat to trigger your gag reflex

to empty your stomach, okay?

(Matt gags)

(retches, coughs)

MATT: I can't.

Okay, do you have milk

in the house, Matt?

MATT: I think so.

I keep it for the kids.

It's probably no good.

Oh, that's even better.

I need you to get to it and chug

as much of it as you can.

(defibrillator beeps)

PARAMEDIC: Charge 200. Alright, clear.

Matt, are you there?

Matt, are you with me still?

PARAMEDIC: Clear.

- GRACE: Matt, you there? - PARAMEDIC: I got a pulse.

He's coming back.

Matt, are you there still?

Are you with me still?

(weakly): No, no. Wait, wait, wait. Stop.

Matt?

Matt?

Hello, dispatch. Rescue 126 here.

126, what's the patient's status?

The patient is gonna be alright.

- (Matt groans) - His living room rug,

not so much.

- It's okay. - DAVE: Yeah?

(weakly): Ahh. We did it.

(exhales sharply)

(sirens wailing)

So dispatch said this warehouse was being used as a grow house.

OWEN: A grow House? As in marijuana?

JUDD: Exactly.

And the APD claim they were serving

a no-knock warrant,

threw in a flash grenade, and started the fire.

The Keystone Cops strike again.

(sniffs) You smell that?

Oh, yeah. That's that sticky-icky.

OWEN: Oof!

Smells like Willie Nelson's tour bus.

Alright, everybody mask up.

I don't want you failing your drug test.

Paul, Marjan, open those rollers up.

Start ventilating the place.

Judd, Mateo, get the two-and-a-half-inch lines,

start knocking down the flames.

JUDD: Hey, Cap.

You might wanna help him out.

OWEN: Officers.

Everything alright?

We're good.

Yeah, those the suspects?

Yep, we got all the bad boys.

Guys.

(laughter)

That's Sergeant O'Brien's bike? Where is he?

I... don't know.

He was with us inside.

We may have a victim inside.

O'Brien!

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

O'Brien!

(coughs)

What are you doing?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Stop, stop, stop.

Look at it. Look at it. Look at it.

It's orange, it's big, it's alive!

It's eating everything.

OWEN: Yeah. It's fire.

- O'BRIEN: Oh... - OWEN: Come on.

You've been exposed to a toxic cloud

- and I gotta get you outta here. - O'BRIEN: Okay.

(panting)

You guys walk into this every day.

You're so brave.

OWEN: Walking in is the easy part.

Walking out is hard.

Come on, I've got you. Let's get out of here.

(applause)

(triumphant music)

(crowd cheering)

♪

And it was truly a bizarre week for Austin's first responders.

- Do we really have to watch this? - Tensions have been

mounting between firefighters and police

ever since a friendly inter-department softball game

ended in a brawl.

But things took an unexpected turn

when firefighters pulled one of the same officers

out of a fire.

Asked to comment on the growing feud

between fire and police,

Captain Strand had this to say:

OWEN (on TV): There is no feud.

The APD are our brothers and sisters

and, uh, like brothers and sisters,

sometimes we fight.

But, um, we're a family.

And we would gladly lay down our lives for them,

and I know that they would do the same for us.

Look at Cap taking the high road.

Eh, just told the truth.

Yeah, well, let's hope the Donut Patrol saw it.

O'BRIEN: Oh, believe me.

We saw it.

(indistinct chatter on TV)

MARJAN: Sergeant O'Brien.

You're... here.

I wanted to come here in person...

and thank you.

The APD owes the 126 a debt of gratitude

and you have my word we are gonna honor that.

Anyway, um...

You folks have a great day.

Hang on a sec.

Because usually that phrase is accompanied by a ticket.

(chuckles)

Not this time.

And as far as that little dust-up at the ballpark,

we're all good.

Yeah. Good.

Although, I am open to a rematch.

OWEN: Well, tell you what,

why don't we start with dinner, huh? What do you say?

Come on, guys, let's go.

Well, I heard you firefighters know how to eat.

See, here you go again.

JUDD: Yeah, it ain't a bear claw

and gas station coffee, but, you know.

O'BRIEN: Ah. Donut jokes, I get it. I get it.

Hey, hey, boys, where's the fire pole?

- Oh-oh. - We don't have a fire pole.

We are thinking of putting in a slide, though.

- Right, guys? - Yeah.

Oh, thank you very much.

(monitor beeping)

- (knock on door) - GRACE: Hi, Dave.

You, uh, you up for a few visitors?

Yeah! I'd be up for that,

especially if someone has brought me

some more of that delicious potato salad.

For a man recovering from a coronary?

No, Dave, I didn't bring you potato salad.

This is kale in lemon vinaigrette.

But it's super tangy.

Oh, well, I will...

save that for later.

Um, thank you all for saving my life.

Uh, any word from Matt, the father who OD'd?

Yeah, actually they are

expecting him to make a full recovery.

Ha! See, I knew I left him in good hands.

- The best hands. - That's right.

GRACE: I appreciate it, Dave.

You know, I, um...

I was sorry to hear about your dad.

My father?

You know, taking his own life.

What? Oh!

Oh, no, no, I made that up.

My father's like playing shuffleboard

nine hours a day in Boca.

- What? - You are somethin' else.

You know that?

We're gonna miss you at day shift.

- Nah, you won't. - No, we will.

No, I mean, I'm switching to the day shift full-time.

- Wait, are you kidding? - No.

Doc says graveyard is bad for my ticker.

That and trans-fats.

So we're together for the long haul.

- Well, how about that? - DAVE: Yes.

So you just keep my seat warm until I get back, okay?

MATEO: Yo!

PAUL: Bread, bread!

- Hey, Mateo. - MATEO: Shoot it. Let's go.

- PAUL: Hey, man, come on, don't be... - (Mateo screams)

- (knock on door) - Oh. Guys, guys.

Guys, I think it's her.

(whispers): Behind your back.

- Hey. - Hey!

Nailed-it Nancy, everybody!

Nailed-It Nancy in the house!

(cheering)

Why are you all calling me that?

Well, because the "big whiff" doesn't apply to you anymore.

What is this?

I thought we were playing Catan.

No, this is your trophy ceremony!

For what?

For being the MVP.

MVP! MVP!

MVP!

On behalf of the 126,

I'd like to present to you the Most Valuable Player Award.

(applause)

NANCY: You guys! You did not have to do this.

We didn't even win the game.

Yeah, but neither did the cops.

Double forfeit, baby.

Their first loss in history.

Yo!

'Cause of me.

- (indistinct chatter) - (cell phone ringing)

Hello?

(indistinct chatter)

MARJAN: oh, yes!

(salsa music playing)

It's my mom.

Well, tell her I say hi.

She's...

She's dead.

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