Problem with the 118 is that everybody got soft.
Ah. I-I-I don't think we're soft.
Like a baby's belly.
But that's what happens with Captain Coddle.
Nash was a coddler.
He coddled.
Uh, sir, I don't-- I don't think that's true.
I mean, yeah, yeah, sure.
He's a great guy. Beloved.
You know what no one ever accused me of being?
- Beloved? - Damn straight.
'Cause when it comes to leadership, it is better to be feared that loved.
We're living in the age of snowflakes and whiners.
So they took my house from me.
It was humiliating.
Well, sorry, sweetheart, but I am back!
Holy smokes.
'Cause somebody downtown understands my worth.
And we're gonna prove it to him, that they were right.
Little buddy, we're gonna make the 118 the leanest, meanest firehouse
in all Los Angeles.
Uh, we are?
Yeah. You've been working with these mooks the last several years.
You know who's who and what's what.
Uh, yeah, I-I-I guess so.
Which is why you are gonna tell me who to fire.
Who to fire?
Mandated budget cuts from upstairs.
Ten percent across the board.
But we are gonna do better. We'll cut 12.
Starting with layoffs.
Wait. You-You want me to pick someone for you to fire?
That's what happens when you save the boss's life.
Instead of being on the list, you get to make it.
- Congratulations. - [watch beeps]
Oh. We better go. Uh, we'll miss our tea time.
Hustle up.
I like the flow. How everything opens up to the backyard.
Similar to the old house.
I don't know.
I mean, not really.
Well, one big difference is it's a lot more space.
The lot is 10,000 square feet. It's bigger than what we have.
Yeah. But do we really need bigger? I mean, it's just us.
Well, I thought you wanted more space.
How about that ADU? That's a plus.
It'd be great for when your parents come to visit.
Yeah, but not so great for adult kids who might be tempted to move back in.
- Closer to the fire house. - A lot further from the studio.
Well, that's another thing in its favor.
I mean, the kitchen is nice.
Look at the size of that island.
That's certainly enough room for us to cook together.
I suppose it is.
Let me guess. You don't like it.
It's fine.
Uh-oh, the F word.
It just doesn't feel like home.
Well, maybe it will if we buy it and live in it.
[scoffs] This is not us.
All right. You said that about the last two places we looked at.
Yeah. Because they weren't right either.
Well, can you tell me what would make it feel right?
Well, I don't know. But I'll know it when I see it.
And this...
this ain't it.
All right.
Another name announced today in the race for mayor.
Councilwoman Olivia Ortiz says
that she's declaring her candidacy now for the top job.
And she's doing it for a very personal reason.
Last year I lost my son, Kyle, to an automobile accident.
The first responders on the scene failed to administer the care he needed
and as a result, he succumbed to his injuries.
I am running for mayor in his memory.
So today, in addition to announcing my candidacy as mayor,
I am also a proud sponsor of The Eyes and Ears pilot program
which is the first step to holding all those responsible
for the safety of our citizens accountable.
What the hell does that mean?
Show of hands. Who here loves being a public servant?
[Gerrard] Love the enthusiasm.
And as a public servant, who do we serve?
- Han? - Whom.
Not to be a pedant but...
It's whom.
I'll repeat the question.
As a public servant, who do we serve?
Uh, the-the public.
Correct.
And what should the public demand of its public servants?
Servitude?
Transparency.
A body cam?
But we're not cops. We're firefighters.
The 118 has been chosen to test a new program.
Body cams will be activated when in the field
and when interfacing with the public.
And if you break it,
you bought it.
[Gerrard] Dismissed.
[whistle blows]
[spectators cheer]
[spectators cheering continues]
Let's go, Westen!
[football players muttering, grunting, groaning]
[whistle blows]
[parent] Go, Westen! Go, Shelby!
Go, Westen!
Go, Shelby! Go Blue Jays! Whoo!
I'm obsessed with your mom.
She has more school spirit than half of our cheer squad combined.
She's just trying to make up for my dad not being here again.
Sorry, Wes. Divorce sucks.
It's not like he came even when he still lived at home.
Maybe if I was on the team instead of cheering for it.
[football players muttering, grunting, groaning continues]
[spectators cheering continues]
[Westen groans]
Westen? Wes, honey.
Wes, honey. Wes. Wes, honey. I'm here.
Wes, I'm here.
[screams]
Mom.
[coach]
[sirens wailing]
It's okay, honey. It's going to be all right.
Everybody, body cams on.
[sighs]
Get used to it.
Buckley, ever play any pigskin?
- A high school tight end, sir. - Tight end.
Uh, cheerleader. His name's Westen.
Look, I am EMT certified, but this is, um... this is beyond my scope of practice.
- We got it. - Okay.
[Wes groaning]
- Please. Please, can you help? - We're gonna do our best, ma'am.
If you can just give us some space to work. Okay. There you go.
- [Westen] It's okay. - All right.
Hen, you ever see anything like this before?
Does the medical textbook count?
I have. In Afghanistan.
Cap, that's an open book fracture. Broken pelvis.
Problem with that is the pelvis is lined with arteries.
Then we work fast.
Diaz, you take point with the stretcher fetchers.
Tight end, the triage.
- Westen, hi. I'm Eddie. - Hi.
- I'm gonna check you out, okay? - Okay.
[Wes] Is-Is it bad?
You're talking. And that's good news.
BP's 90 over 60. Heart's racing at 120.
- Let's give him something for the pain. - Copy that.
What's happening? Is he going to be paralyzed?
We have to move him very carefully. We don't wanna shift anything else.
- [Wes groans] - Okay.
- Pelvic sling? - Right here.
- We're gonna lift you up on three. - Okay.
One, two, three.
You're doing great, buddy. Good job, Westen.
All right. Roll on one, two, and...
[Hen] Got the life pack.
Lift him on three. One, two, three.
[Wes groans]
- Westen? - Yeah.
Can you feel this on your foot, buddy?
Yeah. Yeah.
- That's good, right? - It's great.
- Can you make a thumps up for me? - Yeah.
All right. Can you put your hand in the air?
[Eddie] High as you can.
- Whoo! - Yeah!
[spectators cheer]
Let's go!
All right. Good job.
I'm right here, baby.
I'm calling your dad to tell him to meet us at the hospital.
Don't. Don't.
- [Stacy] He needs to be here. - It's fine.
He wouldn't...
[Stacy] Wes?
- Wes? Westen? - [machine beeping rapidly]
Guys, I'm losing him! BP is bottoming out.
Probably bleeding internally.
We can't treat him here.
Then we do it on the rig. Let's go. Double time.
That's two liters.
Liquids aren't working. He's losing too much blood.
Chim, how long till we're at Presbyterian?
About 12 minutes to the trauma bay doors.
Can you make it four?
I'll do what I can.
Hang in there, Westen.
[Eddie] We're gonna lose this kid.
- You done a REBOA, right? - Once.
On solid ground.
In a moving vehicle?
Threading a balloon through an artery? That's insane.
Yeah, at least these streets are paved. I did two in a convoy in Kandahar.
How'd that go for you?
Fifty-fifty.
It's better than zero.
I'll try right here. You got the ultrasound?
Yeah.
[Eddie] Find the artery.
Should be the femoral.
- There. - Okay.
Chim, you gotta keep it steady.
Sorry, guys. I'm doing my best.
If my hand slips, I puncture his artery.
[sighs] Copy that.
Okay, got it. Now here's the tricky part.
[Hen] Eddie, his pulse is barely registering.
[sighs] Okay.
How am I looking?
It's hard to say. Everything's twisted.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You're in the aorta.
Inflate the balloon.
Ten CCs going in.
[machine beeping slows down]
[laughs] BP's back and so is our boy!
Dad?
You're gonna be okay, kid.
Patient is a 16-year-old male with an open-book fracture.
He was crumping in the ambulance.
We placed a REBOA four minutes ago with central aorta.
Blood pressure's in the nineties.
A REBOA? In the field?
Technically, it's a partial REBOA.
It was supposed to buy his kidneys and everything below the balloon more time.
Nice work. Let's get him to the OR.
Westen, I'm here, baby.
Thank you.
That was one hell of a save, you two.
You got us here.
I'm gonna go, uh, get the paperwork started.
He okay?
I think he misses his kid.
Let me remind you all that this is a hearing
at the request of petitioners Karen and Henrietta Wilson.
The subject of which is the reinstatement of their foster care license.
Was there a determination of unsafe conditions or abuse in the home?
- Not as such. - Not at all.
Your Honor, my clients have an impeccable foster record.
The child was removed from their home without as much as an investigation.
Where's the child now?
With your permission, we'd like to introduce these photos into evidence.
[lawyer] Your Honor, these photos of the child
with the petitioners appeared at our offices.
Time-stamped.
The other two adults are the child's current foster family.
Who, it turns out, are both close friends of the petitioners.
This was not made known to us at the time.
Ms. Vesco, were you aware of your clients' continuing contact
with the child in this manner?
I-I was not, Your Honor.
[lawyer] Your Honor, we would ask
that the petitioners foster license not be reinstated.
And that the minor child be returned to the group home.
No! No. You can't.
- Ms. Wilson. - Please. Your Honor, may I speak?
Go ahead.
Yes, it's true. We've been in contact with Mara.
Because we're not the petitioners.
We're her parents.
She never should've been taken from our home. From her home.
She's being used as a pawn by someone who has a vendetta against me.
A very, very powerful someone.
- Henrietta. - No, I don't care. It's the truth.
Councilwoman Olivia Ortiz blames me for the death of her son.
So now she's-she's using her power and her position
and the life of a little girl to punish me.
Judge, I'm begging you.
Please.
Do not let her.
[children laugh]
[phone rings]
911, what's your emergency?
[Hen] Hey, Maddie.
Hey, where are you?
We're, uh, still at the courthouse.
Uh. How did the hearing go?
[Hen] Not great. Um.
You think you or, uh... or Chim can give Danny a ride home?
Yeah, so you're not coming here?
We can't. Um. Not while Mara is there.
[Hen] The judge ordered no contact.
We can't even talk to her.
I'm so sorry.
You'll take care of her for us?
Yeah, of course we will.
Thanks, Maddie.
Bye.
[children laugh]
Good morning.
More like good afternoon. When did you get in?
Well, sun was coming up. Another night shoot.
I don't know how that crew does it. It's not civilized.
- There has to be a more efficient way. - Shoot during the day.
Well, they think fire looks better at night.
When are you gonna call Chief Simpson
and see if he can find you another house to captain?
I don't want another house. I want my house.
Well, maybe you can steal another fire truck from the show
and drive it into the station.
Yeah, I'm considering it.
What's that?
Oh, um... We can talk about it when I get home.
I won't be here.
Okay.
Well, I was thinking, maybe the reason that I can't find a house that I love
is because none of them are in the place that I love.
We have the land. Why don't we just rebuild?
All right, that's an option. Should we call an architect?
I already did. The one who built the house. Michael.
These are the old plans.
Yeah, yeah, his office sent them over.
Well, that was nice of him.
You know what? For the first time in this whole house-hunt,
I'm actually getting excited.
Okay.
Great.
[elevator dings]
Firefighter Wilson. I assume you're not here to volunteer.
If that's what it takes.
- Could you please give us the room? - Of course.
This is Mara.
This video was taken about a week before CPS removed her from our home.
[Mara] Hi, Mama. I hope you're having fun at work.
You said to make a list of what I want for my birthday.
I was thinking Disneyland?
[Denny] World. Disney World.
[Karen] Danny, do not coach her on her birthday wishes.
Sorry, Mama. Love you.
She's adorable.
When she came to us she was nonverbal.
Completely closed off from the world around her.
Having a real family that loves her opened her up.
Mara needs her family back. We're all she has.
Kyle was all I had.
And I'm expected to go on without him.
Maybe young Mara will have to learn to do the same.
Please don't punish her because you can't forgive me.
If I could go back and change
the outcome of the night that your son died, I would.
I am truly sorry for what happened.
Now. You're sorry now, Firefighter Wilson.
But you were sorry that night?
Or do you think that Kyle got what he deserved?
Exactly.
Maybe you should think about what you deserve.
And this is all I have time for now, so if you excuse me.
Oh. Please. Give my regards to your captain.
My captain?
Vincent Gerrard.
We're old friends.
You're the one who put him there.
I think it was a good call.
Given the lack of leadership in your firehouse.
Don't you agree?
[knocks on door]
Hey.
Is my phone off?
No, I didn't call.
I-I did drive around the block about three times.
Must be serious.
It is.
Let me get you a cup of coffee.
You guys gonna build?
Uh, thinking about it.
[Hen] Huh.
- This looks kinda like... - Yeah.
So, what's got you circling the block?
It's Gerrard.
Hen, no. If you got a problem with your captain, I'm really not the person...
He is not my captain. You are my captain.
No. I resigned, you remember?
[Hen] No, you didn't.
Your house burned down and then you ended up in the hospital.
Yes, but at the time, I let Chief Simpson know my intentions.
Chief Simpson is not the reason Gerrard has you spot the camp.
I am.
What does that mean?
City councilwoman Ortiz is the one that reassigned Gerrard to the 118.
Not the Chief.
It's because of me.
She has done a deep dive into my history.
She knows just where the pressure points are.
She saw an opening and she took it.
So, what do you wanna do about it?
I have to quit.
I can't take being his favorite anymore.
He-He calls me his little buddy and he touches me.
No. Not like that.
But you know? Still.
Buck, you can't quit because your captain likes you.
He wants me to be his henchman.
He has to make budget cuts.
He says he needs to fire someone and he wants me to pick who.
That's not your responsibility.
It just pisses me off. I mean, here's a kid
who actually wants his dad in his life.
And he doesn't even bother to show up.
You sure we're not talking about a different father and son?
I miss him so much, Cap.
I'm trying to respect his wishes, but...
Zoom a couple times a week.
Barely says a word to me.
Are you sure it's not the, uh...
Huh?
This one?
You don't like it?
No, I love it. It just kinda looks like your old house.
Because it is.
It's the house Michael designed for her.
You don't sound too thrilled.
- Well, I... - You know why?
Because this isn't the house you should be rebuilding.
Come back to the 118, it needs you!
118 has a captain.
Barely.
You know how I'm feeling?
I think Gerrard doesn't even wanna be there.
I mean, he was gonna retire.
The only reason why he said yes
is because his ego wouldn't allow him to say no.
He's always gotta be right.
He's always gotta be the smartest guy in the room.
Honestly, I think that's why he's always hanging around with Buck.
[chattering]
Thank you so much.
Cool. Thank you.
Dr. Craig.
I'm Sergeant Grant.
I was told that you're having some kind of issue with the patient.
Yes.
A guy came in with major wounds to his neck and chest,
and a gash on his arm so deep, it's down to the bone.
Says his pit bull bit him.
I was called down here for a dog bite?
Normally, I just work 'em up for rabies shot as a precaution,
but my concern is these bites, or whatever they are,
they tore through muscle.
Exposed bone.
I don't think we're dealing with a pit bull.
So, he's lying?
What's his name?
Carl Gates. He's pretty doped up.
You're the police.
Why are the police here?
Mr. Gates, I'm Sergeant Grant.
I understand you were attacked by your pit bull.
No, I wouldn't call it an attack.
We were playing too rough with his pull toy,
and he got excited. That's all!
It looks like you were the pull toy.
Look, Bing's really no trouble. He never even leaves the apartment.
It's-It's just us. We're fine.
Mr. Gates, now you need tell me right now. What do you have living in your apartment?
[knocks on door]
Mr. Gates.
It's Patty.
Again.
I'm here to collect the rent.
Mr. Gates, I've given you grace periods and courtesy, but I need that rent.
[Patty] You're four months behind.
And what is that smell, Mr. Gates?
We're getting complaints!
[rattle]
Mr. Gates, I can hear you in there!
Open up.
Mr. Gates?
[Patty] Oh, God.
[growling]
[gasping]
[Patty]
Where are you?
[Patty] In the bathroom.
At the Mariposa apartments, unit 8C.
[Patty] I was attacked.
Is the attacker still there?
Yes. It's... Uh, it's in the other room.
- It? - [Patty] Yeah, it's a tiger!
[tiger growls]
[patty] Please, hurry.
Help is on the way. Could you tell me your name?
Patty.
My name's Patty.
Patty. You said you were bleeding?
Yeah. It clawed my leg.
I made it to the bathroom and shut the door but it's trying to get in.
Okay. We've got help coming to you now.
[Maddie] Tell me what you see around you.
[Patty] But why?
We're gonna try and stop the bleeding.
[grunts]
[groaning]
Well, she shouldn't have gone into my apartment.
She had no right.
When's the last time you paid rent?
Or a damn pet deposit.
You mind explaining to me how you managed to get a 400-pound Siberian tiger
into a studio apartment?
[Carl Gates] He wasn't 400 pounds when I got him.
He was an adorable cub.
[tiger growls]
They're not gonna hurt him, right?
If I were you, I'd be more concerned about your landlord.
Because what you actually get charged with will depend on how she comes out of this.
[Maddie] Patty.
Stay with me. You're doing great. First responders are arriving now.
Listen up.
Dispatch said we got about ten minutes
before our patient goes in hypovolemic shock.
Where's the animal control?
Seventeen minutes out.
We are not waiting.
LA Zoo rushed over this tranq gun.
Victim's on the eighth floor.
Second window from the right.
You repel down from the roof.
When you get up there, load the dart.
Keep the safety on till you reach the eighth floor.
Wilson, the second that cat goes down you and Buckley pop the front door.
I want you on that victim's leg wound.
Diaz, with Han.
Maybe you should let me do that.
Or not.
Where'd you learn to do that?
I have layers.
Buck, help me grab the gear.
You sure about this?
Hell, yeah.
I just wish I was trying to hit him with a paintball.
Patty, how we doing?
Cold. Oh, I'm so cold.
Stay with me. You're doing great. Talk to me.
[tiger growls]
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
I don't see anything.
You sure you're on the right floor, Chim?
Whoa!
Uh, yeah. It's the right floor.
[Chim] All right.
[tiger growls]
Somebody's at the door.
Hello?
Do-Do not open that door. We're gonna get you out in just a moment.
Hello?
[Maddie] 118, be advised patient is going into shock
- and is about to open the bathroom door. - Tell her not to.
[Gerrard] Double-time it up there, Han.
[Chim] Nice and easy, kitty.
Slow and steady.
[Maddie] Patty.
- Patty. - One.
[tiger growls]
[Chim] No, don't do it.
Damn it.
[tiger growls]
He's down. He's down.
No pets.
[actress] Help! Help me!
[actress coughs]
[director] And cut.
- [bell rings] - All right.
- Cap Nash. You have a visitor. - Yeah.
Oh. Vincent.
Thanks for making time to come see me.
I have to admit I was curious to see where the Chief put you.
This is it.
Hey, Bobby.
How did that last one look, mate?
[Bobby] Uh, Brad, that was great.
Um, perfect amount of swagger.
Brad, this is Vincent Gerrard, he's the captain of my old firehouse.
Vincent, this is Brad Torrance, the star hotshot.
Not so loud there.
Rest of the cast thinks it's an ensemble.
Pleasure, Captain.
You're a Brit.
Yeah, guilty.
I never would've guessed.
Are you a fan of the show?
Me, no. But my sister, big fan.
I can't watch firefighter shows. All I see is what they do wrong.
Huh.
Well, I think our friend Bobby here has set us straight on a few things.
He's more or less the voice of God around here.
That's Brad Torrance.
That is Brad Torrance, that's right.
- [whispers] Wow. - [bell rings]
Wow, pretty sweet set up you got here, Nash.
Yeah, it's not bad. I rather be fighting real fires though.
Why? You're living the dream.
Oh. It's not my dream.
Listen. I know that the city is talking about budget cuts,
and that they're pushing for layoffs.
Let me guess. This is the part where you tell me that there isn't
a single firefighter in the house who isn't essential to the team.
No, this is the part where I tell you who you should get rid of.
You.
What the hell are you talking about?
I know you think regaining your command
is some kind of vindication for you. It's not.
Olivia Ortiz didn't put you there because she thinks highly of you.
Quite the opposite.
She's been using you, Vincent, and she's been laughing at you behind your back.
I just thought that you should know the truth.
- [tools clank] - [mechanic] Damn it!
[mechanic grunts]
[Eddie] Mind if I take a look at that?
You a doctor or something?
Firefighter.
But army medic first.
Today must be my lucky day.
- It's gonna sting. - [groans]
Hazard of the job?
One of many.
I can relate.
How bad?
You might need to change the gauze but it should stop it from bleeding.
You got a vehicle here?
Least I can do is knock something off your service charge for you.
Not necessary.
I actually came here to talk to you.
What? You Stacy's new boyfriend or something?
No.
I'm the firefighter who saved your son's life the other night.
Mind if we sit down and talk for a minute?
Stacy didn't tell me that Wes was in the hospital.
- She wanted to. - Yeah.
Westen told her not to.
And yet he blames me for staying away.
You are the adult in this situation.
If she had called,
would you have come?
Me and Westen, uh,
we don't have the best relationship.
I get it.
Sometimes the son just needs his father.
Hell, father needs his son. I speak from experience.
You don't miss him?
All the time.
I just got tired of arguing.
But you're missing out on watching him grow up,
on who he's becoming.
You think I wanna watch my only son be a cheerleader?
I think you love your son, you just confused on how to show it.
Who are you to judge me?
I'm a dad who doesn't live under the same roof as his son.
And it's my fault.
And I hate it.
You think being a cheerleader makes your son weak?
Let me show you something.
[Eddie] Go ahead.
[Wes groaning through phone]
[Eddie] I know soldiers who couldn't have survived what your son did.
Your son almost died.
And you weren't there.
I appreciate what you did for my kid.
But you need to leave.
Vincent, I didn't lie. I was just trying to spare you the details.
It would've been more effective if we had been on the same page from the start.
We are on the same page.
We share a common enemy.
Henrietta Wilson was the reason you were pushed out before, remember?
If it's Henrietta Wilson you wanna punish, you're going about this all wrong.
I don't know. I managed to prevent them from adopting that foster kid.
Good luck getting another hearing.
You have a judge in your pocket?
The judge is a friend who was happy to do what I ask
especially since I'm gonna be the next mayor.
But why stop at the kid?
There are other people she deeply cares about.
You're going after the wrong family.
It's the 118.
Shut the whole thing down.
The city wants budget cuts.
You shutter an entire house and suddenly you're a fiscal genius.
That's interesting.
Of course if I were to propose that, you would be out of a job.
No, I wouldn't.
Because when you're mayor, you're gonna appoint me as your new fire chief.
- And what do I get in return? - I just gave it to you.
Now you know how to break Wilson.
You know what, Vincent?
We are a lot alike.
That's why we make a good team.
Madam clerk, can you read the final item on the agenda?
From council member Olivia Ortiz: Firehouse closure proposal.
Council member Ortiz, please read your item into the record.
Mr. president, as you are aware,
the mayor has mandated a 22 million dollar decrease in the LAFD budget.
Rather than nibble around the margins,
I propose a permanent shuttering of one firehouse.
Specifically, station 118.
And the transfer of all of its members to other existing houses.
Let's move forward with public comment.
The first speaker is miss Henrietta Wilson.
Thank you.
My name is Henrietta Wilson.
I am a firefighter and paramedic at the 118.
And I speak for the entire house when I say
we oppose the councilwoman's proposal.
Of course you do.
This is nothing more than firefighter Wilson
advocating for her own self interest.
We must think of the good for the community.
I am thinking of the community.
A community the men and women at the 118 have served selflessly for years.
And you will continue to serve
just from different firehouses.
The 118 isn't just an item in a ledger.
And the people who serve there are not simply employees. We're a family.
And I will be damned if I will stand by
while you waste your power and your position
trying to break up that family the way you broke up mine.
I don't know what you're talking about.
If the council president permits, I'd like to play a recent recording.
Is this on topic, Ms. Wilson?
Very much so.
If there's a way that you would let me connect to your monitors?
Madam Clerk.
[Gerrard through TV] Olivia, if it's Henrietta Wilson you wanna punish,
you're going about this all wrong.
I-I-I object to this. This is outrageous.
I managed to prevent them from adopting that foster kid.
Good luck getting another hearing.
[Gerrard] You've got a judge in your pocket too?
I did not give my consent to be recorded.
Oh, you gave your consent when you demanded the members of the 118
wear body cameras while dealing with the public.
Everything on there is public record.
She isn't wrong.
Look, Vincent, I know you got pushed out of the 118 once before.
And if you think Ortiz is gonna repay you
or is gonna look out for you on the other side, she's not.
If you're smart, and I know you are,
you'll help take her down before she takes you down.
This is a setup.
Sure the hell is.
Calling a recess. Clear the chambers. Olivia...
And just like that, she brought down an even bigger cat.
No comment.
No comment, just...
[♪ "Find Your People" playing]
I have no comment. Just... Please.
Well, they work. There you go.
Eddie. Yeah.
All right. Nice and easy.
Okay. Okay.
I got it.
Just like that. You're doing it.
[Mike] He's always been a quick study.
Dad?
I'm sorry it took me so long to get here.
You're here now.
[mouthing] Thank you.
Look who's home.
And then I was thinking...
What if we open up the kitchen a bit here?
[Bobby] Athena,
I don't wanna rebuild this house.
- You don't? - No.
I thought you loved this house.
I loved it because I was there with you.
But this was never my house. It was Michael's.
[sighs] Hmm.
You're right.
Let's build something new.
Something just for us.
I love you.
There he is!
The man, the myth, the legend.
Cap is fine.
So glad to have you back, Cap.
It's good to be back.
I thought you've gone all Hollywood on us.
The show shoots in Studio City.
Nobody ever goes Studio City.
Did you see the news?
I did. Council Olivia Ortiz dropped out of the mayoral race.
She's probably gonna have to resign her seat on city council.
So how did you get Gerrard to play ball with us?
Yeah. How did you convince him? You didn't tell us.
Oh, it wasn't that hard.
[bell rings]
Here's your latte, sir.
I think I'm gonna like it here.