-(laughter) -(upbeat music playing)
Paul. What are you doing here?
I'm here for Catan, man.
Wait a minute. You guys started without me?
What the hell?
Oh, we thought you'd be too busy getting ready
for your first big day as lieutenant tomorrow.
When have I ever been too busy for Catan?
Guys, that's so messed up.
NANCY GILLIAN: Here we go.
-Ohh! -Yeah!
-Double deuce! -TK STRAND: Nice.
-NANCY: Okay. -Ooh!
Come on, come on, come on. Oh!
Alright.
Well, you guys can finish up this game
and I'll just jump in on the last one.
Oh, this is awkward.
Why?
Well, we kind of gave up your spot.
You guys gave my spot away?
To who?
Kyle? Eric? (coughs)
NANCY (echoing): Oh, my God.
You guys, I think he's choking.
-(gasping) -MARJAN MARWANI: Yeah.
(music resumes)
(gasps sharply, exclaims)
(panting)
(theme music plays)
TOMMY VEGA: Is the music too jazzy?
It is, isn't it?
The music is fine.
What about the flowers? Is it too much? Not enough?
It's all very lovely, Tommy.
No, no. Lovely? Lovely isn't gonna cut it.
No, no, no, this has to be perfect.
Okay, I think you're putting
a little too much pressure on this dinner.
Everything is riding on this.
If we're gonna have a future as a family,
this needs to go well.
You have nothing to worry about.
My daughters and I are going to be
in the crosshairs of your ex-wife,
who also happens to be an IRS special agent, okay?
I'd say I have plenty to worry about.
Okay, look, I know this is fraught,
but just be you,
your wonderful self,
and I promise Cassandra will love you.
-(doorbell dings) -BOTH: We'll get it.
-Hey, Melody. -Hey, guys.
-EVIE and IZZY VEGA: Hi. -TOMMY: Hey, Miss Melody.
Don't you look especially radiant this evening.
You too, Miss Tommy.
Hey, honey.
-Hey. -Trevor.
Nice to see you.
Cassandra, uh, this is Tommy.
It's a pleasure to finally meet you.
Likewise.
Hopefully, we'll still feel the same after dinner.
(Tommy chuckles)
-(jazzy song playing over speakers) -CASSANDRA PARKS: Mm.
I have to say, Tommy, this is exquisite.
How did you get that subtle crunch on the pasta?
The secret is crisping it in the brown butter
with a kitchen torch.
-A kitchen torch. -TOMMY: Mm-hmm.
Not something you leave lying around
for young hands to touch, I hope.
(Tommy chuckles)
My late husband was a chef,
and he taught our girls kitchen safety at an early age.
Mel, why don't you tell us more about
what the two of you did today?
Um, well, after school, we went to the Carver Museum.
We had so much fun. Right, Mom?
Ah. We sure did, baby. (chuckles)
My goodness. My eyes dried out
on my plane ride down from Topeka.
(Cassandra sighs)
Oh, but you all really should check out the Carver sometime.
It's such a beautiful space.
We know. It really is.
Yeah, Mom took us with Melody for a drum circle.
Oh. Why didn't you tell me you'd already been there?
Oh, we had only gone that one time
when the girls were off from school.
Oh.
So was that before or after you tried to poison my daughter?
I think poisoning is a little dramatic.
Technically, all the ingredients were edible. (chuckles)
And it was basically a dare.
Plus, I totally deserved it. You know how I get sometimes.
And if Miss Tommy hadn't done it,
she wouldn't have been there to help me with my first period,
so stop sweating her.
No, honey, I won't.
I need to know what kinda household
your father intends to raise you in.
And if this woman has plans to poison anyone else.
Uh, you know what? Um, it's all fair, okay?
I would ask the same questions.
-Mom? -TREVOR PARKS: Cassie.
Are you alright?
Uh, I'm not sure, um...
(clears throat) Did you...
Did you put something in my food?
What? Seriously?
I... I-I feel funny. Um... (clears throat)
You did something to me, didn't you?
Oh, don't be ridiculous.
-Nobody put anything in your-- -(retching)
(retching continues)
JUDD RYDER: Alright. So this is my first attempt
at Cap's Half-Caff
cappuccino with oat milk and cardamom.
(slurping)
Is it good?
Judd, that tastes like human hair and castor oil.
(sighs) Maybe it's the cardamom. Too much, huh?
There he is. The man of the hour.
Mr. Strickland, you ready for your first day as lieutenant?
That I am, Cap.
Hey, LT, can I grab you anything?
Just don't order a latte.
No, no. I'm good.
Don't stop your game. I'm just gonna make some changes
-to the chore chart here. -Alright.
Let's see here.
Oh... Mateo, you're on power tool maintenance.
-Ugh. Yeah. Thanks a lot, Cap. -Don't look at me.
That's when I didn't have a lieutenant to hand out the jobs.
-Take it up with him. -PAUL STRICKLAND: Let's see here.
Marjan, laundry detail?
Don't remind me.
Judd, latrine duty. Ouch.
Hey, man. Life of a probie.
But what if it didn't have to be?
What do you mean?
What if nobody had to do a chore that they didn't wanna do?
Cool. And how would that work?
Well, somebody else would sign up for it.
Like who?
Like me.
You? Why would you volunteer for the crappy stuff?
Yeah, that's the whole point of being an LT,
is you get to assign out the crappy stuff
to everybody else.
Starting today, we're embracing a new paradigm.
And what paradigm would that be?
One of a servant leader.
One who embraces the grunt work and leads by example.
I just hope you have enough time for all that
with your new responsibilities.
I will find the time, Cap. For my people.
(automated response speaking)
Hello? Uh, I'm sorry. Could you, could you repeat that, please?
AUTOMATED RESPONSE: The owner of this smartwatch has taken a hard fall...
Yeah, got it, robot. Thanks.
(sirens wailing)
First call, Lieutenant. Time to cowboy up.
Let's go, Cap. I've been born ready for this.
-Hey, Paul, remember to breathe. -Copy that, Cap.
(flies buzzing)
Oh!
-Oh! -JUDD: Golly.
(sniffs) You know what, Lieutenant?
You got this one in hand.
I'll see you back at the rig.
(sniffles, coughs)
(gagging coughs)
Alright, 126, uh, Halligan and pike poles.
Let's do this.
(grunting)
(flies buzzing)
Austin Fire! We're coming to you.
RESIDENT: I'm over here!
Be sure to watch your step, okay?
-(stomps foot) -(floor creaking)
Hey, y'all, watch this floor. It's a little, uh, spongy.
Floorboards are probably rotted out from under there.
(coughs) Man, there ain't but one thing
that gets my allergies going like this.
MARJAN: Wouldn't be mold, would it?
-(Marjan coughs) -Yep.
PAUL: (grunts) Ma'am?
RESIDENT: You're getting warmer.
-Ma'am? Oh. She's here. -RESIDENT: Yeah.
-(firefighter coughs) -(Paul grunts)
Hey!
Medics.
Well, we finally found out how many old ladies
it takes to change a light bulb.
More than one.
I was on the ladder and I, I just lost my balance.
This is TK and Nancy.
They're gonna take your vitals
and put a C-collar around your neck to protect your spine.
RESIDENT: I'm Myra.
Oh, my Arnold would be wagging his finger at me
if he were still around.
"Why don't you hire someone else to tidy and do all this stuff?"
But I'd say, "I like it the way I like it.
Thank you very much."
Say, did-did y'all see an orange tabby cat on your way in?
-Did you? -No. nope.
Well, that Sprinkles can be so aloof.
I haven't seen her in a while.
Honestly, I have no idea where she could be hiding.
MATEO CHAVEZ: I have a few ideas.
(rats squeaking)
Oh, yo.
Where's Miss Sprinkles when you need her?
Cap, her heart rate's good, but BP's 87 over 49.
Myra, are you sure you're not in any pain?
Well, I, I suppose my right leg's a little sore.
I think I might have come down on it funny.
Nancy, shears.
Copy.
-(Judd sneezes) -Oh, God bless you.
Thank you, Miss.
(indistinct radio chatter)
-(tense music plays) -TK: Ooh.
NANCY: Myra, has anybody ever told you
that you have an exceptionally high pain tolerance?
I-is it bad?
Oh, I'm sorry to tell you.
You have a compound fracture in your tibia.
Nancy, we need to stabilize that with splints.
-Ohh. -Firefighters, y'all ready to go?
-Yeah, yeah. -ALL: Yeah.
Alright.
One, two.
Wait. My pocketbook. I need my pocketbook.
Honey, we need to get you to the hospital.
But my glasses and-and all my medications are in there.
I need it.
It's just on the nightstand in my back bedroom.
Captain, can y'all take care of this for us?
We will get your stuff and deliver it to the hospital.
Hey, they got you, Myra. Come on, honey.
OWEN STRAND: Alright.
Who you gonna send back in there?
Uh... Let's see here.
-(sneezes) -Um...
I'll do it.
No, man. Stop it. Your nose is already running like the Rio Grande.
I'll do it. Just let me get another pair of gloves.
You know that rats can chomp right through human bone?
Is that true?
You know what, Cap? I'll just do it.
I pick me.
Don't you think going back for a purse
is a little beneath your pay grade?
There's no work beneath this lieutenant's pay grade, Cap.
-(flies buzzing) -(rats squeaking)
Okay, rats, I don't want any trouble.
(stomping)
Alright, that's just so y'all know I'm comin'.
Just gonna come in here and get the nice lady's purse
and be out.
-(rats squeaking) -(objects clatter)
Of course.
(ominous music playing)
Okay, I'm just gonna move some trash. Alright?
-So no need to bite nobody, y'all. -(items clattering)
Stay where you at, rats.
Oh, yes!
Yes. Thank you, Lord Jesus.
Alright, I got what I needed.
I'm just gonna make a lot of noise
then I'ma be on my merry way.
-(stomping) -(ominous music continues)
-(floorboards creak) -(screams)
(squeaking continues)
(gasps)
-(Paul screaming) -Paul?
How you doing in there?
-(radio chirps) -PAUL (on radio): Yeah, Cap. I'm all good.
You can radio the hospital and tell 'em
that I have the lady's purse.
And, um, I found Sprinkles.
(inhales deeply, exhales)
(inhales)
-(exhales) -(FaceTime ringing, answers)
Hey, Cassandra.
Yeah, just checking in, see how you're doing.
Ah, everything that was on the inside of my body
is now on the outside of my body.
So I think that whatever I ingested,
it seems to have cleared my system.
TOMMY: Listen, I'm heading out soon, so...
Can I get you anything? Soup? Smoothie, maybe?
CASSANDRA: Uh, no, no. Thank you.
Uh, Melody and I will be getting all our meals
off the apps for the time being.
The kind that come in sealed containers.
(exhales) I think I need to lie down again.
Yeah, of course. Yeah. Get-get your rest.
Um, is-is Melody there?
-Hi, Miss Tommy. -TOMMY: Hey, sweetheart.
Make sure your mom gets plenty of electrolytes, okay?
And, uh, I'm sorry that your trip was ruined.
It's okay.
At least I get to miss school to take care of her.
Alright, well, I'll see you later.
Okay. Bye.
Somebody not feeling well?
Yeah. Uh, Trevor's ex-wife, Cassandra?
-Hmm. -Yeah, we had the
"am-I-gonna-let-you-raise- my-daughter" dinner last night.
-The vetting? How'd it go? -TOMMY: Mm-hmm.
Uh, well, she came down
with a horrible case of food poisoning
and then basically accused me of trying to kill her,
so, you know, not a rousing success.
Oh, no.
You know, I don't know, maybe it-it was the eggs
or my brown butter sauce turned.
But you seem fine.
Oh, yeah, no, I feel fine.
Did anybody else get sick?
No.
Thank God, just Cassandra.
Huh.
What?
TK: Well, you know, if it was
bad eggs or rancid butter,
everybody would have gotten sick, Cap.
Yeah, well, then maybe it was, uh,
um, some unknown food allergy.
That she hadn't discovered by 40?
Didn't you say she accused you of trying to poison her?
-It's convenient. -TK: Yeah.
Maybe a little too convenient.
Okay, what are you guys suggesting?
Sabotage.
Sabotage?
Okay, so you're saying that she did this to herself?
-TK: Mm-hmm. -Why would she do that?
Perhaps to construct a narrative.
A narrative? What, what narrative?
That at best, you are an unfit parent
whose living conditions are less than sanitary.
And at worst, you're an attempted murderer.
Yeah, it really helps building sympathy with the kid too.
Exactly. Because then she doesn't have to
look like the big bad wolf
when she says she doesn't approve of you.
TOMMY: Do y'all even hear yourselves right now?
What kind of a person is capable of being that devious?
Her daughter did start a shadow war with you
to get you to stop talking to her dad
that culminated in blackmail.
Where do you think the bad seed comes from?
The mama tree.
-Yeah. -TOMMY: Alright.
Listen, even if Cassandra wanted to do this,
how would she go from not having any symptoms whatsoever to...
Oh, God.
-The drops. -What drops?
She had eye drops at the table.
Exactly. Swallow a few drops
and it's an express train to barf town.
Guys, I have made a terrible mistake.
What?
Cassandra's at my house right now.
Well, I invited her to spend the night
so that I could keep an eye on her.
Then the enemy is already behind the gate.
Okay, so what do I do now?
You need to take defensive measures
before she strikes again.
-(traffic noise) -(insects chirping)
How's the chore chart revolution?
Well, Mateo signed up for laundry,
Marjan, shopping and cooking,
so even the crappy jobs are starting to fill up.
I see no one signed up for latrine duty
or equipment maintenance.
They'll come around. For now, I'll fill in the gaps.
You know, I read that George Patton said,
"Do everything you ask of those you command."
He also said, "I'm a soldier and I fight where I'm told."
Sometimes you gotta lean on the authority, man.
I mean, today it's toilets and equipment,
but tomorrow, it could be life or death.
Cap, I've never been the pull rank kinda guy.
OWEN: I know, I know.
It's one of the reasons I chose you.
Look, when I got my lieutenant badge in New York,
I was the youngest guy in the house other than the probie.
A wunderkind. Why am I not surprised?
You know what a compliment sandwich is?
Two compliments are the bread
and criticism-baloney is the middle.
And I served 'em up all over the place.
But I held the baloney.
I mean, look, if a guy was dry heaving off of a rig,
he wasn't hungover,
he was fighting his way through the flu
or some old smoke eater
didn't wanna grab a mop anymore,
he was saving himself for a vigorous call.
And then one day, my captain called me into the office
and he just lit me up.
And he told me, "The last day you can win a popularity contest
"is the day before you're promoted...
not after."
You hear me?
Yeah.
You're doing great.
You just gave me a compliment sandwich, didn't you?
(doorbell dings)
Hey, what a nice surprise.
-Oh, good. -JUDD: How are you?
Good. How are you doin'?
I was just...
I-I-I was I was just, uh,
heating up a can of pork and beans for dinner.
You want me to throw another can on there or...
Uh, no. No. Thanks though.
Hey, you want a beer, at least?
No, I just need to keep my head clear.
It sounds kinda serious.
I need a favor.
Anything.
Does Charlie have any baby monitors lying around?
Preferably one with a record feature.
I'm sure she does. But what for?
I just need to borrow it.
But you ain't got no babies to monitor.
Ugh. (sighs)
I told you about Trevor's ex-wife coming into town.
Yeah, for the whole vetting process. Yeah.
Well, she's claiming
that she got food poisoning last night at dinner,
and, um, well, she's my houseguest while she convalesces.
And I just think that she's planning something.
Like what?
Sabotage.
And don't take this the wrong way,
but, uh, has maybe the cheese
kinda slid off your cracker a little bit here.
TOMMY: I know, I know, it sounds, it sounds crazy,
but nothing makes people crazier
than a child custody battle, okay?
And when was the last time
you were involved in a child custody battle?
When I was a child, my parents' divorce.
These two beautiful souls that loved each other so much
could no longer bear to be in the same room together,
not even for an hour on my birthday.
That's hard.
Yeah, they stopped talking altogether.
I mean, my mom wouldn't even return his call
when he got sick,
so I didn't return her call...
ever again.
People do messed-up crap when their kids are at stake.
And if, if this woman is up to something...
I'm gonna nail a bitch to the wall.
What are you doing here, man? Our shift don't start for another two hours.
Why are you here, probie?
I'm here to help my new lieutenant knock off
some of the many chores he gave himself to do.
Well, I appreciate that, man. You didn't have to do that.
-I'm good, man. (grunts) -There you go.
-Let me help you out. -PAUL: I got it, man.
I don't want you getting grease all on your civvies. Come on.
Well, that'd be better than if you broke your damn back.
Relax. I'm not gonna break my back, man.
-(grunts) -(bone cracks)
(muffled groan)
(tense music playing)
(Paul groans)
(Paul grunting)
You okay?
Yeah. Why?
Because your face is all bunched up like you was in pain.
Man, ain't no bunching. What are you talkin' about?
Nah, man. I'm good, okay?
Ain't no pain. See?
-Alright, LT. -PAUL: Yeah.
(lift whirring)
(softly) God!
We got a call from Augie Thomas.
Do you know what floor he's on?
DOORMAN: The Thomases are on the penthouse.
But you'll have to take the private express elevator.
It's this way. I'll show you.
(dramatic music playing)
Hello? Austin EMS.
Hello? Anybody home?
(elegant piano music playing on speakers)
Hi. Sorry. I didn't realize Vinny had already sent you up.
Thank you for coming so fast.
We got a call about a woman in labor.
Oh, uh, yeah. Uh, she's right this way.
But if you wouldn't mind keeping it down,
Opal wants to foster a serene, tranquil ambiance.
We were told that she was in agony.
She is. She's just not ready to admit it yet.
She's very specific about her birth plan,
which is based on calm and quiet.
OPAL THOMAS: Oh, my God! (groans)
(labored breathing)
Opal, I know it hurts, but don't forget your breathing.
(heavy breathing)
Seriously, Augie, you called 9-1-1?
I knew you weren't just going out for more peppermint oil.
I'm worried about you.
What about our birth plan?
Our baby is supposed to be born in peace
without a bunch of beeping machines
and medical interventions.
Look, it was a lovely idea,
but you've been in active labor for over 27 hours.
At this point, you're just being stubborn.
And you're not listening!
(screams) I told you
I'm so close to having this baby. I can feel it.
Tell him, Jenna, I'm close, right?
How-- How dilated am I now?
You're still only at five centimeters.
And, honey, you're starting to feel warm to me.
I think you should let them check you out.
Hey, Opal, Nancy and TK are gonna take your vitals now.
I take it you're the midwife?
-Jenna. Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.
(sobbing)
-103.2. -TK: Cap.
Her heart rate's pushing 140.
Hey, Opal. I am so sorry, honey,
but I think we need to take you to the hospital.
Uh, no. No hospitals.
You are at high risk for infection.
And if your heart rate continues to spike,
then you may be sending your baby into distress.
JENNA: I have to agree with them, Opal.
I'll stay behind and pack up a go-bag
with all your birthing stuff.
The essential oils, the salt lamp...
-My healing crystals? -Of course.
We'll do the birth there and it will be wonderful,
I promise.
(labored breathing)
-Okay. -(elevator bell dings)
Opal, we're giving you some fluids.
You seem a little dehydrated, which is perfectly--
(groaning)
Do you wanna hold my hand?
(groaning continues)
They're getting bigger, Cap.
Shorter intervals, too.
Oh, that means I'm getting closer, doesn't it?
-Oh! -(rattling)
AUGIE THOMAS: What just happened?
I think we stopped.
(panting) We're stuck?
(tense music playing)
Dispatch, this is Rescue 126.
We are in a private elevator
that seems to be having some sort of power failure.
-Oh, my God, we are stuck! -Okay, don't worry, alright?
I worked on a bunch of these back in New York.
Most of the time, it's just a simple reset, alright?
All we can do right now is stay calm and--
(screaming) Oh, God! Ohh!
Biggest one yet, Cap.
Opal?
I'm gonna do a cervical check on you.
Alright? That okay?
(cries)
You are ten centimeters and fully effaced.
Ten? But she was just at five.
I told you I was close, but you never listen!
(Opal panting)
Alright, Opal, it's time for you to push.
What? No. My baby was supposed to be born
in a peaceful space with candles.
Not in an elevator!
I know. But here we are.
This is all your fault, Augie. You never listen!
This, this is why I asked for a divorce.
-(loud groaning) -TOMMY: Come on, honey. Push.
-Okay, come on, honey. -(Opal crying)
Come on. Push.
-OPAL: Oh, God. -Yeah. You got this.
Push. Push!
Oh, God! It hurts. It hurts too much.
(crying) I can't, I can't do this!
Yes, you can, Opal.
You are the bravest, strongest person I've ever met.
You got this.
-(Opal whimpering) -Yeah, you got this.
TOMMY: Come on. Come on, honey.
That's it. That's it.
-Here we go. That's it. -(Opal groaning)
There you go.
(screaming)
Almost there. Come on. That's it.
-(Opal panting) -TOMMY: Yes.
Come on, come on, come on. Yes!
-(baby crying) -Yeah!
TK, blanket.
Here you go.
(crying continues)
You have a little boy.
You did so good, Opal.
You were amazing.
Hey.
(crying)
Oh, wow.
Oh...
He looks just like you.
Poor guy.
(gentle music playing)
No, it's a good thing.
We made something beautiful, didn't we?
God, I love you.
Sorry.
I know I'm not supposed to say that anymore, but it's true.
♪♪
-(sniffles) -(music turns ominous)
Hey. Hey! What's happening?
-Opal. Opal. -Here, here.
Keep your eyes open for me.
-AUGIE: Opal? -TOMMY: Opal.
Opal!
(radio static)
Dispatch, we have a patient
who needs massive transfusion protocols.
Is there a rig in service with blood?
No, but St. Raymond's is a donation center.
Let's see. Okay, it looks like 122 is there now.
I can have them bring you some O-negative.
They should be there in about 15 minutes.
I need you to get 'em here in ten.
Okay. Yeah. Uh, I'll see what I can do.
But in the meantime, let's make sure Fire has a way to get it to you.
I'm downloading the blueprints for the building now.
You know which floor you're stuck on?
(baby crying)
Uh, no, I don't. We're on an express elevator.
There aren't any numbers on the panel
between the penthouse and the fifth floor.
Right. No, that does sound tricky.
It would just help Fire a lot if we can narrow it down.
TK, do you think you can open the elevator doors
to find out what floor we're on?
Yeah. Yeah, Cap.
(baby crying)
Hopefully, you made it far enough down
for Fire to access you from the landing doors on five.
-(grunting) -(metallic creaking)
We're on 17, Cap.
Seventeen.
So not overly close to five.
WYATT HARRIS: It's okay.
Got the best people in the world coming to you now.
-(baby crying) -Why is this happening?
It's called DIC.
Disseminated Intravascular Coagulation.
She must have hemorrhaged after delivery
and her body's depleted of clotting factors.
What does that mean?
It means she needs a blood transfusion.
So there's nothing we can do for her in here?
Not without help.
(wailing and honking)
EMS is trapped in the express elevator on the 17th floor
with a postpartum patient who's in critical need of blood,
which should be here any minute.
OWEN: Alright. Dispatch, this is Strand.
Is there another elevator shaft to give us better access?
Uh, no. All the regular elevators
are on the opposite side of the building.
Unfortunately, it looks like the express elevator
is a blind shaft with no landing doors
between the 32nd and the fifth floors.
OWEN: Roger that.
Okay, we're headed to the 17th floor.
But you heard dispatch. There's no doors.
-So we make one. -That's right.
Heavy equipment, 126. Let's go.
We're going on a hike.
(baby crying)
TOMMY: She's bleeding through the lap pads.
-TK, what's her BP? -Come on.
LIFEPAK's not reading anymore, Cap.
She must have lost at least a liter of blood already.
Nancy, keep bolusing fluids.
-This is our last bag. -(baby crying)
Mommy's gonna be okay.
Please tell me they're gonna be here soon.
(crying continues)
Have EMS meet us on the 17th floor with the blood.
We're gonna access the elevator through the wall.
Copy that, Captain Strand.
They should be on scene in the next two minutes.
Hey, 126. Let's hustle. Come on!
-(Paul grunting) -JUDD: Hey, LT.
You need me to get that for you?
Hey, man, everyone's got enough of a load
in the back, okay? I got it. (grunts)
You sure? 'Cause it looks like you're really--
Look, I said I got it, okay? Come on. Go, go, go!
-Okay, okay. -PAUL: Go, go! (grunts)
(dramatic music playing)
This is Rescue 126. We're on the 17th.
You guys gotta start making some noise
so we know where to find you.
Make some noise. Hey!
-NANCY: We're here! -Help!
-(baby crying) -TK and TOMMY: Hey!
-NANCY: We're here! -TK and AUGIE: Hey!
♪♪
(thudding)
-NANCY (muffled): We're here! -TOMMY (muffled): Here!
They're right here, Cap. Right here.
-Let's mark it. -Yep.
Alright, let's get the hammer going.
Alright. Let's go, Lieutenant.
(Paul groaning)
-You good? Okay. -Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm on it, Cap.
-(whirring) -(grunts)
(jackhammer rattling)
-(muffled rattling) -(dramatic music playing)
-(groans) -(rattling continues)
-Hey! -(Paul groans)
Blood delivery's here, Cap.
(grunting)
(grunting continues)
(rattling continues, clangs metal)
(screaming in pain)
-Why did they stop? -(monitor beeping rapidly then steadily)
She lost her pulse. I'm starting compressions, Cap.
AUGIE: Oh, God. No, no, no!
The chisels busted, Cap.
Damn it.
AUGIE: Oh, God, Opal. No, no, no!
(baby crying)
(dramatic music continues)
Oh.
Captain.
(baby crying)
(grunts)
One, two, three.
(crying continues)
♪♪
Still nothing, Cap.
We're too late, aren't we?
Keep going.
("Maybe We're Alright" by Guster playing)
♪♪
♪ Miles and miles go by from this window seat ♪
♪ The lies we tell ourselves just to fall asleep ♪
♪ It's hard to know exactly when it changed ♪
♪ With all the puzzle pieces out of place ♪
♪ Everything that's good...
-Please don't die, Opal. -(baby crying)
Our baby needs you. He needs his mom.
♪ ...but now it's over
Cap, I'm getting a pulse.
BP's back too.
50s over 20 and rising.
Thank God.
-Come on, girl. -Come on.
-Come on, Opal. Come on, come on.
-♪ ...one day older -Come on, Opal.
-♪ Surprise, surprise -Wake up, Opal. Come on.
-Come on, Opal. Come on. -(baby crying)
-Oh. -OPAL: Augie.
Yeah, yeah.
♪ Chasing fireflies as the sky turned gray ♪
I love you, too.
♪ Bah, ba-ba-ba-bah
♪ Maybe we're alright ba-ba-ba-bah ♪
♪ We're just one day older
♪ Surprise, surprise
Alright, everybody.
Sooner we decon the bus, sooner we decon ourselves.
(Nancy sighs)
(cell phone buzzing)
Yes?
This is she.
Oh, my God.
Uh, okay. Yeah.
Uh, of course, yes, I understand.
I-I'll be there right away.
Cap, everything okay?
(sighs) Izzy just got suspended.
They found her with a weed pen.
-TK: What? -Izzy?
-I don't believe that. -No, I know.
She would never do something like this.
But I know someone who would.
Oh.
Sabotage.
Mm-hmm.
Alright, you should feel a soothing, cool
and relaxing warmth,
but it says to remove immediately
if you have-- experience rash, hives,
or explosive diarrhea.
Okay, I will keep that in mind.
What you say, Cap, you need anything?
No, I just need a word with Paul for a sec.
Yes, sir.
Cap, listen, I'm-I'm sorry about the jackhammer, okay?
I don't give a damn about that.
What I care about is the breach of trust.
Did you or did you not hide an injury from me on a call?
I tweaked my back this morning.
Doing what?
Cleaning the roof ladder.
What the hell's a lieutenant doing
cleaning a roof ladder?
I just didn't wanna force anybody else to do it.
No. You did it because you want everybody to like you.
-Did I make a mistake with you? -No. Cap...
Because I'm starting to feel like maybe I did.
(Paul sighs, groans)
Listen.
No. Okay?
You did not make a mistake.
I just... (sighs)
The night before I started, I had this dream
and I guess it kinda freaked me out.
I mean, I was at a, a 126 hang,
except two boys that I grew up with were there too.
Kyle and Eric.
They were, they were my best friends growing up.
I mean, we did everything together.
We were inseparable until the summer
between middle school and high school,
when I found out that they were hanging out together without me.
When I got the guts to ask 'em why,
they told me it was because I'm not really a boy,
and it was weird for them to be hanging out with me, you know.
I mean, I was the same kid
that they had been hanging out with
all that time before,
but now they started to see me differently
because my body changed.
I lost my best friends.
And in my dream, the 126,
they turned their backs on me
the, the same way that Kyle and Eric did.
I don't...
I don't want this change to make them see me differently.
I don't want this promotion to affect what we have.
That's the burden of leadership.
And if you want it, you have to be willing to accept it.
You think you can do that?
Yeah, Cap. I can.
Good.
Alright. Let's see what you got going on here.
-Oh, no, it's-- I-I just. I-- -Right there?
-(groaning) Yeah. That's-- Uh... -And right there?
-PAUL: Yep. -OWEN: Yeah, T7 and T10 here.
-Do you mind? -Okay.
-(bones crack) -Oh-ho! Oh-ho!
Hey.
-Izzy, go to your room. -But I'm telling you, I didn't do it.
-TOMMY: Go. -(Izzy sighs)
Is everything okay?
Uh, Izzy opened up her notebook in math class
and a weed pen fell out.
Yeah, so I guess everything's going according to plan.
Well... Well, what do you mean, according to plan?
Your plan.
To make me look like an unfit mother
so that you can deny your blessing
to Trevor's and my marriage.
Wow. You have officially gone around the bend.
You know, I didn't think you could sink lower
than making yourself sick in front of a room
full of children.
Children who will never unsee
what you did to my brown butter gnocchi.
But then to use Izzy as a pawn in your sick little game,
that's next-level evil.
(scoffs) You need help.
No. You're gonna need help. Legal help.
Because her backpack...
hangs right here in direct sightline...
to this.
What, is that a baby monitor?
With motion-activated recording.
So all I have to do is run the footage back
and catch you red-handed.
So you wanna confess now?
Save yourself the shame?
MELODY PARKS: It was me.
I put it in her backpack.
Melody?
(sighs) You?
Where did you get a weed pen?
Some kid at school. I promise, I never tried it.
Melody, did you have something to do
with making your mother sick?
I put eyedrops in your wine.
Why on earth would you do that?
I thought that if you believed Miss Tommy was a bad mom,
that you'd tell dad that he couldn't marry her
and insist that I move back to Kansas with you.
CASSANDRA: Okay, I-I don't understand.
I thought you loved Tommy.
I do.
Then why would you wanna hurt her?
Because I'm not her mom.
I wanna move back to Kansas with you.
I wanna live with you.
I just didn't want daddy and Miss Tommy to hate me.
-I'm sorry. (crying) -CASSANDRA: Oh.
Honey.
MELODY (crying): I'm sorry.
(crying, sniffles)
Whoo!
Murdered in cold blood, baby. Let's go.
-Yeah. -Mm!
-(indistinct chatter) -(Mateo laughs)
-Hey, guys. -MATEO: What up, LT?
You just missed Marj make the luckiest shot of her life.
Run it back. We'll see how lucky it was.
-NANCY: It's on. -MATEO: Come on.
MARJAN: Hey, uh, Paul, you and Asha free
for a 126 hang this weekend?
Joe and I were thinking about hosting.
I see no one signed up for latrine duty yet.
Is that right?
And yet, here you all are playing shuffleboard.
Um-huh. Is that a problem?
You're damn right it's a problem.
The toilet bowls have more soil than Cap's ficus.
Grab the probie, get up there and make 'em shine.
But I thought this was a volunteer system.
Well, consider yourself volun-told.
Now go.
Unless there's something else you wanna discuss?
No, sir.
MARJAN: You know what, Lieutenant?
There is something I'd like to say, actually.
Go on.
Are you and Asha coming to hang this weekend or what?
You know it, Marj.
Oh, and, Marjan, don't forget to unclog the drains.
Yeah, yeah.
Love you, LT.
(peppy music playing)
-Hey. -Hey.
Thank you for meeting me in the middle of your shift.
Oh, no worries. I, uh, I got you a doppio,
half stevia.
So, how did the drop-off go?
TREVOR: (sighs) Good.
Good. Got Cassandra off to the airport
with plenty of time to spare.
Enough time for us to talk.
Oh. Um... what'd she say?
That while the trip was not without its challenges...
TOMMY: Hmm.
...she's decided to give us her blessing.
We're getting married, Tommy. (chuckles)
Oh. What about, what about Melody?
Oh, she's grounded for the rest of her natural life.
Um...
Does she still wanna move to Kansas?
She, uh... still seems pretty set on that,
but I'm hoping it's just a phase.
I saw her eyes when she said it, Trevor.
I don't think it's a phase.
Listen,
if it comes to that and she moves back,
we'll find a way to make it work.
I promise you, Tommy, no matter what happens,
I'll be the husband you deserve.
But are you gonna be the father that she deserves?
When I was growing up,
I was split down the middle between my parents.
I would have given anything for the chance to--
for all of us to spend time
together as a family once in a while.
Even if it was a broken one?
One of the reasons I fell in love with you...
was because of your involvement and, and devotion to Melody.
If your daughter moves back to Kansas,
I don't see a world where you don't move back with her.
Would you ever consider relocating to Topeka?
I can't do that to my girls.
I didn't think so.
I've always believed that God brought us together
for a reason.
(voice breaking) I believe that too.
You called it a miracle once.
And it is. (sniffles)
You got me to love again.
(gentle guitar music playing)
I'm gonna miss you.
I'm gonna miss you too.
("El Saber (Dusk Version)" by Gaby Moreno playing)
(singing in Spanish)
(song continues)
(line ringing)
Mami.
Soy yo.
(country rock theme music playing)
(music fades out)
(fanfare playing)