SPEAKER: What if I told you you had a chance
to harness the very power of the cosmos
with zero carbon footprint?
This university is one of a few in the world
with its own nuclear reactor.
Here, today's brightest minds
can solve tomorrow's biggest problems.
And it all starts with applying to our program.
Any questions?
You, young man.
What's your Wi-Fi?
I think I lost them at "hello."
Steve Jobs, I am not.
It's not your fault, Dr. Chalmers.
Nuclear just has a few branding issues.
I suppose you're right.
Oh, are you hungry?
It's flan day in the North Dining Hall.
You're going all the way across campus for flan?
It's very good flan.
What do you say?
I should probably study for my thermodynamics final.
I'll bring you some back.
(whimsical music playing)
Good day, Bernard.
How are you doing, Dr. C?
(indistinct chatter)
♪♪♪
(cell phones blaring)
DR. KEITH CHALMERS: "Asteroid alert."
One hour? Oh, my word.
(panicked chatter)
-Caitlyn? -CAITLYN (on phone): Dr. Chalmers!
Did you see the text?
Yes. I need you to call Dr. Spar
and tell her to hit the SCRAM button immediately.
I can't! She had a heart attack when she saw the text.
-DR. CHALMERS: Oh, dear. -Everybody's running out.
Should we be evacuating?
No! No. Listen...
(garbled) ...this is very important.
You need to hit the SCRAM button
to shut down the reactor now in case it gets hit by a meteor.
But it's tricky to find. Uh, don't worry.
I'll walk you through exactly where it is.
-(static on phone) -Dr. Chalmers?
I lost you after, "This is very important."
-(electrical humming) -Hello?
Caitlyn. Are you there? Caitlyn!
Hello?
(line beeps)
Oh. Bloody hell! (grunts)
Fifty-five minutes.
Heaven help me.
(intense music playing)
(frenzied chatter)
Excuse me!
♪♪♪
(panting)
(lock beeps)
I made it! I can't believe I...
(thuds)
(softly groaning)
(door opens)
BERNARD: Dr. Chalmers!
Dr. Chalmers, you okay?
Dr. Chalmers?
DR. CHALMERS: Sc...
(alarm beeping)
-(weakly) SCRAM. -"SCRAM"?
(distant rumbling)
Oh, God!
(impact blasts, glass shatters)
(theme music plays)
HUDSON: Everybody, listen up.
The governor has declared a state of emergency
with a citywide curfew.
He's also deployed Rangers
to help protect critical infrastructure around town.
So meet Ranger Reyes.
-Hello. -HUDSON: He's gonna ride this out with us.
Dispatcher Harris just got off the phone
with Texas Emergency Management.
I'll let him fill us in on the latest and what to expect.
So they're projecting the asteroid
will definitely hit the atmosphere in the next six minutes,
but what it does after that is anybody's guess.
It could splinter into a million different pieces or--
Or become a statewide extinction event.
Either way, last time one entered the atmosphere,
it created a significant shock wave.
How significant are we talking?
It blew out the windows across six cities in Russia.
Which reminds me, West Park and St. Rays
have trauma teams standing by,
but do not send anyone to the hospital
that's not an absolute medical emergency.
Good luck, everybody.
(cell phone ringing)
CARLOS REYES: Hi, baby.
Hey, baby, where are you?
I was assigned to the Call Center
on emergency detail.
Listen, I don't know what's gonna happen
when this thing hits, but I just wanted to...
Hey, hey. No goodbyes, okay?
I'm not calling to say goodbye.
I'm calling about Jonah.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah, I was talking to Judd earlier.
Um...
He was saying how we could use all the energy
from the disappointment of
the adoption agency rejecting us,
you know, using that as fuel to keep fighting for him.
I'm glad, but I doubt working a shift through an asteroid strike
is gonna convince 'em we don't have high-risk jobs.
Yeah, I actually have the perfect response for that.
Oh, yeah? Let's hear it.
I'll tell you next time I see you, okay?
I love you, okay?
I love you too, Carlos.
(alarm wailing through phone)
-Alright, I gotta go. -Hey, no goodbyes.
-No goodbyes. -(wailing continues)
Okay.
Everybody, under the trucks. Protective gear on.
Prepare for impact.
(wailing continues)
Let's go.
-Son. -Dad.
Let's go.
PAUL STRICKLAND: You gotta be kidding me.
Jax, what are you doing here?
If something bad's about to happen,
I wanted to be somewhere I can help.
You said you could always use people with guts.
-Okay. Alright. -Hey! Who's this?
This is Jax.
I told him I'd give him a tour of the firehouse.
Under the truck.
(siren wailing)
HUDSON: Incoming, ten seconds!
Whatever you're doing, under your desks now!
(countdown beeping)
Get down. Come on. Get down.
(beeping)
(distant rumbling)
(sonic boom)
(glass shattering)
(people screaming)
(electricity zapping, objects thudding)
(whimpers)
(screams)
(impacts booming)
(building rumbling)
(people coughing)
CARLOS: You okay?
WYATT HARRIS: Yeah.
CARLOS: Is everybody okay?
Call out if you have an injury, or you see one.
-Yeah, I'm good. -I'm okay.
Do we have a backup power supply?
The gennies should kick on any second.
(generators powering up)
(sighs) There you go.
For a minute there, I thought it was all over.
Me too. I'm pretty sure that was just a shock wave.
I wonder how bad it was for everybody else out there.
Hopefully it's a good sign our boards aren't lighting up with calls.
-Or a really bad one. -What do you mean?
I think our hard lines are down.
The system should switch over to 5G as a backup.
It should, but it's not.
Does anybody else have cell service?
-No. -Me either.
Our network is crawling too.
I'm trying to pull up 6-1-1's server.
Oh, no.
What? What is it?
So these cell towers here handle most of the calls
we get at the Call Center, but they're all down,
and that's us right in the middle.
So we're in the dark.
Along with everybody else on our side of town.
So anybody out there who needs help right now...
Isn't gonna get it.
(siren wailing)
(line rings, beeps)
Oh, my God. Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God.
I can't get through.
-Why won't it go through? -(wailing continues)
(dog barking)
-(wind gusting) -(rattling)
(alarms wailing in distance)
-Hi, T. -TOMMY VEGA: Charles.
Did I cross over?
(chuckles)
Not quite.
(breathes heavily)
So what was that?
Nothing for you to worry about.
It-it sounded like a bomb went off.
Emergency alert texts...
Asteroid threat.
I think one hit Austin.
No, no, I...
(Tommy coughing)
-Where are you going? -I gotta help.
God knows how many people need help.
-T... -TOMMY: Oh, God.
Look at yourself. You can barely stand.
Oh, but I can stand.
And if I can stand, I can help.
Why would you put yourself through this?
Because it's what I was put on this earth to do.
Even if I don't have much time left on it.
If you go out there, it will not end peacefully.
You're going to suffer.
I understand.
I don't want that for you.
-Neither do I. -Then, just... stay.
You knew I was a fighter when you married me.
♪♪♪
I'll see you soon, T.
(alarms chirping in distance)
Everyone okay?
(all saying "yeah")
Man, that shock wave was no joke.
So, do we know if that was a direct hit or a near miss?
Well, we know when those tones start going off.
Yeah, brace yourselves for crazy in three, two, one.
(chirping continues in distance)
Huh.
I guess I'll grab a broom.
OWEN STRAND: Yeah, do that.
SPEAKER: Help! Help, please!
Help, please! I need a medic! I've been in an accident!
PAUL: Was anybody else involved in the crash?
No, I was alone. I fell off my bike.
PAUL: Okay. I got you. Oh!
Can I get a gurney?
Alright, let's start clearing a path to the rigs.
Make sure the O2 is up and ready to go.
126, be ready.
-(groans sharply) -NANCY GILLIAN: Here we go.
-Alright, what's your name? -Tripper.
Alright, Tripper, I'm TK, this is Nancy.
We're gonna check you out, alright?
Do you know what day it is?
Yeah, Armageddon.
Or Tuesday the 10th.
TK STRAND: Hey, follow the light.
Does your head hurt?
-Neck pain? -TRIPPER: No.
-Back pain? -No.
Alright. C-spine is clear, Cap.
Okay. Tripper, can you do me a favor
-and get on this side for me? -Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-We're gonna wash your wound out. -(winces)
Do you normally ride your motorcycle
in shorts and flip-flops?
No. When I saw the texts about the asteroid,
I jumped on my bike and tried to book it,
but that crazy-ass wind blew me over.
NANCY: Okay, well, maybe next time when they say
shelter in place, maybe shelter in place, yeah?
Yeah, well, "they" didn't answer the phone, so screw them.
What do you mean they didn't answer?
I mean I called 9-1-1 and it went straight to voicemail.
I didn't even know 9-1-1 had voicemail.
Dispatch, this is Captain Strand, do you copy?
Copy you, Captain Strand.
Yeah, is everything good with the communications?
We had a walk-in tell us
he tried to call 9-1-1 and nobody answered.
Our hard lines are down and all the towers
around the Call Center are out.
We radioed for Verizon's Tactical Humanitarian
Operations Response Vehicle.
-THOR. Good. -Best name ever.
(people shouting)
Thanks for coming so fast.
The city is falling apart and we're blindfolded with our ears plugged.
That's why we're here.
HUDSON: Looks like you brought your own cell tower.
The mast should provide you with a strong 5G signal
for you guys to get your comms back online.
HUDSON: Are we operational?
We will be in three, two...
(telephones ringing)
DISPATCHERS: 9-1-1. What's your emergency?
I guess we're back.
9-1-1. What's your emergency?
CALLER: Every window in my house just shattered.
Is anybody injured?
CALLER: No, but my chandelier...
Okay. Can you please hold? 9-1-1. What's your emergency?
CALLER 2: I'm on Sixth Street and my back windows just blew out.
-Is anybody injured? -CALLER 2: No, but my insurance needs--
-Please hold. -I understand it was loud,
but I can't send an ambulance for ringing in your ears.
You can't shoot anyone not on your property.
-9-1-1. What's your emergency? -CALLER 3: Oh, thank God you're there.
You need to send everybody that you can right now.
-What's going on? -I-I'm at Travis State.
A meteor hit some of the buildings.
They're on fire. It's chaos out here.
Uh, ma'am, could you stop talking for a second
and hold your phone up so I can hear the siren?
-Uh-huh. -(siren wailing)
Oh, no.
CALLER 3: Wait. Wh-what does that mean?
It means it's nuclear.
(wailing continues)
(Tripper winces, screams)
-That was a big one. -(Tripper exhales sharply)
(Tripper breathing heavily)
-(bell ringing) -AUTOMATED RESPONSE: Rescue 126, respond.
Nuclear threat at Travis State.
-NANCY: Uh, sir? -Ow, ow, ow.
-I'm sorry, sir... -Easy, easy.
...but we need to go right now.
Go? Aren't you gonna take me to the hospital?
Um, there's a nuclear threat across town, so, no.
And your injuries aren't life-threatening,
so no hospital will take you anyway.
But I still have glass and gravel.
Gravel, it's in-- it's everywhere.
JAX: I-I can help.
-And you are? -This is Jax.
Our new volunteer, started two minutes before the meteor hit.
Jax, are you willing to remove glass from this man's skin?
I got lots of experience picking it out my own, so, sure.
Jax is what you might call a daredevil.
Alright, you are hired.
This for you. This for you.
Okay, once you're done with the back,
irrigate the wound and then move on to the butt.
The, the-the-the butt?
Hi.
Hey, is it weird we left a patient with a complete stranger?
No weirder than a flaming space rock falling from the sky.
-Right. -(engine starts)
-Watch out! -(gasps)
Oh!
Cap?
Room for one more?
Always.
(Tommy groans, exhales)
Hit it.
-(truck horn blowing) -(siren wailing)
(alarm blaring)
Anybody else getting end of days vibes?
"And it caused fire to come down from the heavens to the earth."
(sirens continue)
OWEN: Mateo.
Start taking readings.
Everybody, put out these spot fires.
Yes, sir.
Captain Strand on scene. What are we looking at here?
WYATT: It's pretty bad.
According to the reactor's interface,
the pressure in the cooling tank is too high,
so the core is heating up fast.
How much time do we have?
At this rate, we're looking at total meltdown
in less than 10 minutes.
There's gotta be a shut-off valve somewhere.
There is. It's called the SCRAM button.
It's a big red button.
I know, but where is it?
Best guess is somewhere in or near the control room.
But we're still trying to get a hold of someone who can tell us for sure.
Alright, well, let's start with whoever's in charge here. Who is that?
His name is Dr. Keith Chalmers,
but so far, he's still unaccounted for.
Is there a Dr. Chalmers here?
Anywhere? Dr. Chalmers!
Alright, 126. We're going in.
We're looking for the shut-off valve
or our place is uninhabitable
for the next 10,000 years.
Alright, but no pressure.
Captain, can your team come inside with us?
Yeah, but I'm not captain today.
Captain Vega. It's good to see you.
Just for today, anyway.
(breathing heavily) We'll meet you inside.
(alarm wailing)
JUDD: Golly!
(dramatic music playing)
-TK: Cap, are you okay? -Yeah, I'm fine.
Are you sure? You don't look too good.
She said she's fine.
♪♪♪
He's gone.
Looks like shrapnel.
MATEO CHAVEZ: One, two, three.
(both grunting)
Hey, I got a pulse. Hey, sir, can you hear me?
-Hey, can you hear me, Mister... -(groans weakly)
Cap! It's Dr. Chalmers!
He knows where the shut-off is!
Medical, we need to get him talking.
Okay, copy.
(doors open)
-TK, vitals. -Copy.
(Tommy moans)
TK: Dr. Chalmers, can you hear me?
Dr. Chalmers?
His pulse is thready.
Breath is shallow, Cap. We're losing him.
-Give him a sternal rub. -TK: Okay.
(Dr. Chalmers moans weakly)
Dr. Chalmers, can you hear me?
DR. CHALMERS (weakly): Yeah.
-(groaning) -NANCY: Dr. Chalmers.
(slurring) Flan.
(groans)
-NANCY: Dr. Chalmers? -TK: Whoa. Hey.
-Cap, he's not breathing. -OWEN: What's wrong with him?
One of his pupils is blown.
He must have hit his head when he fell
and, and his brain is swelling up in his skull.
-What can we do about it? -TK: Nothing.
We can't do anything without an OR.
(Tommy breathing heavily)
Who on your crew has a drill?
Mateo, bring the kit. We need the drill.
Cap, what are you doing?
A craniostomy.
Tommy, that's totally illegal, okay?
If he dies, when he dies, that's manslaughter.
If we don't drain this bleed,
it's a death sentence for all of us.
(Tommy breathing heavily)
Okay. Alright.
(groans)
(tense music playing)
(winces)
Here we go.
(drill gun whirring)
Oh, my God. Oh!
(skull cracking)
-(groans) Okay. -You okay?
Uh-huh. There it goes.
That should drain the pressure.
Come on.
(Tommy groaning)
Come on!
-Come on. -(groaning weakly)
TK: Hey. There we go.
-Hey. -NANCY: Yeah. Okay.
Sir, you're probably in a lot of pain. Just stay still.
(weakly) The reactor.
Where's the SCRAM button?
(groaning)
Where's the button?
(weakly) Second utility closet.
Second utility closet...
Control room.
...in the control room.
East panel wall.
Behind the east panel wall.
OWEN: Alright, 126, let's roll!
(groans)
TOMMY: Nancy, cover his wounds.
-NANCY: Copy. -TK, intubate...
-TK: Copy. -Oh... God...
-(Tommy gasping) -TK: Cap?
-NANCY: Cap? -(Tommy wheezing)
-JUDD: Hey, hey. -TK: Hey.
What's going on? Are you okay?
TOMMY (weakly): Go.
You gotta go.
Yeah. She's right.
Judd, we got her.
NANCY: Just breathe, Tommy.
Come here, Cap.
(gasping)
(groans)
-Captain Vega. -I'm okay. Go!
NANCY: Just breathe for me, Tommy.
(alarm blaring)
(dramatic music playing)
Pressure in the cooling tank is literally off the charts.
It could blow any second.
What happens when it does?
With nothing moving the steam off the core,
it'll meltdown in seconds.
So it's the last domino.
OWEN: Dispatch, this is Captain Strand. We know where the button is.
Good. 'Cause you got less than three minutes to hit it.
Okay, we're in the main hallway.
We need directions to the control room.
Yeah, it-it looks like you can make
your next left to the exterior stairs.
Go up one floor and it's just past the reactor room.
But the steam lines in there could rupture any second.
(rattling)
We'll take our chances.
(dramatic music playing)
Alright, let's get the hose on this.
MARJAN MARWANI: Yeah, on it, Cap.
(monitor buzzing)
Cap, it's coming off the gas line.
We need to shut it off.
Alright, gimme a wrench.
(grunts)
Alright, let's go!
(metallic rumbling)
That thing sounds angry.
-(alarm blaring) -WYATT: Captain Strand, you need to hurry.
The cooling tank's about to blow!
(rattling)
OWEN: Alright, 126, let's hustle. Come on.
Let's go.
(explosion blasts)
(yelling)
(blaring)
HUDSON: Tank rupture?
126, do you copy?
(hissing)
126, are you there?
CARLOS: "Meltdown imminent."
Does anybody copy?!
AUTOMATED RESPONSE: Core temperature too high. Meltdown imminent.
Shut down reactor immediately.
WYATT: 126, do you copy?
AUTOMATED RESPONSE: Core temperature too high. Meltdown imminent.
126 sound off.
PAUL: Strickland here.
MARJAN: Marwani.
Yeah, I'm good.
-You're hit! -(Marjan winces)
MARJAN: You are, too.
(groaning)
(groans)
Mateo!
(grunting)
(Mateo groans, coughs)
We're all hit.
Nobody panic.
-(all groaning) -Okay, remember your training.
We're gonna compress each other's wounds.
Nobody bleeds out!
AUTOMATED RESPONSE: Core temperature too high. Meltdown imminent.
(groaning)
(wincing)
...too high. Meltdown imminent.
What about you?
AUTOMATED RESPONSE: Core temperature too high. Meltdown imminent.
Somebody's gotta turn this off.
AUTOMATED RESPONSE: Shut down reactor immediately.
(somber music playing)
WYATT: Engine 126, do you copy?
AUTOMATED RESPONSE: Core temperature too high. Meltdown imminent.
On my way... The button.
AUTOMATED RESPONSE: Core temperature too high.
Meltdown imminent.
Thank God.
Yeah, we thought you guys might have been hurt.
We are. Send help.
Copy.
(somber music continues)
(alarm wailing in distance)
(tank rattling)
(Marjan coughing)
(shuddering) I'm so cold.
Yeah, me too. Me too. Me too.
AUTOMATED RESPONSE: Core temperature too high. Meltdown imminent.
(electricity crackling)
AUTOMATED RESPONSE: Core temperature too high.
Meltdown imminent.
AUTOMATED RESPONSE: Core temperature too high.
-(groans) -Meltdown imminent.
Shut down reactor immediately.
-(Owen wincing) -(electricity crackling)
-Core temperature too high. -(grunts)
Meltdown imminent.
Help... (coughs)
(grunts)
(Owen struggling)
AUTOMATED RESPONSE: Core temperature too high.
Meltdown imminent.
Shut down reactor immediately.
East wall.
AUTOMATED RESPONSE: Core temperature too high.
Meltdown imminent.
Core temperature too high. Meltdown imminent.
(Owen shouts)
Core temperature too high. Meltdown imminent.
(crackling continues)
(grunts sharply)
(groans)
I don't know how much longer I can go.
Hey, don't y'all do that. Don't do that.
Come on, come on.
126, let's dig deep.
Do it for the people that you love.
And I don't mean outside this room.
I'm talking about the people
that you love right here in this room.
Right here now.
Okay? I love each and every one of y'all
like you're my own brothers and sisters.
(Marjan whimpering)
I love you more than I love my own brothers.
Now, hang on. Come on.
(Paul sobbing)
-I love y'all, man. -PAUL: I love you too, brother.
126 forever.
AUTOMATED RESPONSE Shut down reactor immediately.
126 for 10 more seconds.
-Mateo, shut up. -Shut up.
AUTOMATED RESPONSE: Core temperature too high.
Meltdown imminent.
Core temperature too high. Meltdown imminent.
(groaning)
Shut down reactor immediately.
Or a nuclear meltdown in
ten, nine...
-Come on, Owen. -AUTOMATED RESPONSE: ...eight, seven,
six, five, four,
three, two, one.
(reactor powering down)
(uplifting music playing)
Fission reactor terminated.
What? What happened?
That son of a bitch did it.
(all laugh)
That son of a bitch did it, boy!
WYATT: "Fission reactor terminated."
-(Carlos sighs deeply) -He hit the SCRAM button!
(cheering and applause)
All units, the reactor has been shut down.
It is now safe to enter.
We have at least five first responders,
code 3 critical.
(triumphant music playing)
(indistinct chatter)
It's okay. We can take over.
MATEO: Help Cap.
Help Cap.
He's in the control room.
♪♪♪
PARAMEDIC: Captain?
Captain?
(alarm beeping)
(grunts)
Baby.
No.
It's time to wake up.
Five more minutes.
We did five minutes already.
We're on the fifth time.
TK, I was on a stakeout until 3:30 so just...
-Shh. -Okay.
Well, you're gonna force my hand, then.
Okay, come on. Come on. Get him!
-Oh! -Wake up.
-(TK laughs)
You brought out the big guns, huh?
-TK: Oh, yeah. -Come here, you.
TK: Oh, yeah. We weren't messing around.
CARLOS: Come here.
We wanted to get breakfast with you
-before you went for your shift. -Aw.
We made chocolate chip pancakes.
-Well, I, I made them. -(Carlos chuckles)
This little one just ate all the chocolate chips.
Can I have some more?
-CARLOS: Mm? -(mouths) One more?
Okay. One more handful but don't spill them.
I will, Papa-Bro.
Okay, go get 'em. I'll be right there.
Go, go, go, go.
Save me some, okay?
Papa-Bro?
Uh, yeah.
-We're still searching for... -Oh. (laughs)
...for a better moniker.
-Keep searching. -Yeah.
CARLOS: So where are you guys off to today?
TK: Oh, well, first up is the zoo.
-Mm. -Then we're meeting up with the porcupine zookeeper.
-CARLOS: Mm. -TK: Then we have a play date with Denny.
Then it's the Gymboree,
and all that is happening before lunch.
-Yeah, I'm exhausted just hearing it. -Mm-hmm.
But that's the life I signed up for.
Still no regrets?
Mm-mm. No regrets.
I'll be right back.
Alright. Jonah.
But you only, you only talked about before lunch.
How do you feel about what's happening after?
-The, the firehouse thing? -CARLOS: Yeah.
It's fine. Yeah, yeah. It's fine. Really. I, um...
You don't have to come with me with that.
-I'm going. -(sighs)
Campbell already said he's gonna cover me.
I can imagine it must be hard for you
going back to that firehouse.
Yeah, 'cause the last time I was there,
I decided to quit and be a stay-at-home dad.
Because you've never been there without your dad.
(exhales deeply)
Yeah.
Thanks for taking the time, baby.
-Always. -JONAH: Papa-Bro?
I spilled the chips.
(TK laughs)
Can I still eat them?
Yes, but let, let me check them out first. Hold on.
-Duty calls. I love you. -Okay.
You might wanna still work on that name, though.
I kinda like Papa-Bro. Do you like Papa-Bro?
I like Papa-Bro.
(Jonah babbles)
(Jonah laughs)
ATTORNEY: Your Honor, the defendant was involved in a savage altercation
during which he showed wanton disregard for the safety
of an officer of the law and the public in general.
That is why the government's position
is he be deported to his home country immediately.
JUDGE: Thank you, Mr. Smith.
The defense may now present its case.
Mr. Chavez, that's you.
MATEO: Um... (clears throat)
Um... Thank you, Your Honor.
I've considered all my options before today.
The government's offer to leave and reapply for citizenship.
My girlfriend's, to hire an expensive lawyer to fight it in this hearing.
I've even considered asking her to marry me
just so I could stay.
This is her, by the way.
Her name is Nancy. She's awesome.
Hi.
MATEO: Um, the thing is,
she doesn't believe in the institution of marriage.
-So, it would be a sham wedding. -Oh, exactly.
And that's why we wouldn't do it.
And objection for talking over me.
Sustained.
Does that mean that I win, or does he?
It means you can keep going.
She may not believe in the institution of marriage,
but there is an institution that we both believe in.
America.
The prosecution said earlier that I should be deported back to my home country.
This is my home country.
I mean, since I was a baby,
I've always been proud of being American.
I've been hiding my whole life.
My DACA status. My dyslexia.
The time I burned down a school
and, and let my cousin take the fall for it.
(coughs) You don't have to tell 'em everything.
Oh, it's okay, Nance. I'm done living in fear.
(inspiring music playing)
You see, the prosecution earlier said
that I have a disregard for public safety.
I've dedicated my whole life to protecting it.
I almost died to protect it.
As a firefighter, you know, I've saved thousands,
if not millions of lives here, including the nuclear fallout.
I've earned my seat at the table.
And if my captain were still here today...
he'd say...
"If that's not enough for you,
respectfully, you can kiss my ass."
(music stops)
(whimsical music playing)
(mouthing)
In my entire career, I've never seen a case
of pseudoprogression like yours.
Tumors swelling
not because they're growing stronger,
but because the therapies were killing them off.
This is your scan from four months ago,
when the tumor was right on your heart,
and this is from this week.
They're all gone.
Congratulations. You're officially in remission.
(sighs)
(softly sobbing)
Remember, survivor's guilt is natural
and very common after cancer.
Don't worry.
It won't be my first brush with it.
DR. COLLINS: I still wanna see you every two months for the next year.
But for now, I hope you go celebrate.
-I plan to. -DR. COLLINS: Goodbye, Tommy.
TOMMY: Goodbye, Dr. Collins.
(sobbing, laughing)
(sniffles)
Well, it looks like, um...
it's gonna be a little while longer
before we can be together again.
You still don't get it, do you?
We've never been apart.
(both softly chuckle)
-(knock on door) -JUDD: Hey, T. It's okay if I come in?
Uh, Juddy, yeah.
Yeah, sure. Come on.
I know you had your appointment today,
and I've just been thinking about it
making myself crazy, so...
Oh, no.
The doctor gave you bad news?
Happy tears, Judd.
Happy. I'm fully in remission.
(Tommy laughs)
-Really? -Really.
Come here. Oh, my God.
-Oh... -(laughs)
Oh, I knew that you would do it too.
-I knew it. -Thank you.
This is a hell of a way to start your first day back, isn't it?
-Yes. -(both laugh)
-Right? -Right.
TOMMY: Now I've ruined my mascara.
I gotta have to do it again for later today.
Yeah, don't remind me.
Uh, I still can't believe somebody else
is moving into Owen's office.
Much less who.
Yeah, I can't believe that I'm still here
and he's not.
CHIEF BOWMAN: All good things must come to an end.
It's a bitter truth
few know better than the people in this room.
But I've learned another truth in my life.
Sometimes, something good must end
so that something great can begin.
And I believe that's about to happen here
as I swear in your new captain.
Judson Ryder.
Would you raise your right hand?
Do you swear to support the Constitution
of the United States and the great state of Texas?
-I do. -Do you swear to faithfully discharge
the duties of the Austin Fire Department
according to the best of your abilities?
I will.
Then congratulations,
Captain Judd Ryder of the 126.
(cheering and whooping)
("Sweet Ever After" by Bear Rinehart and Ellie Holcomb playing)
♪ In the schemes that we're all running ♪
♪ We're exposed to the rain coming down from the clouds ♪
♪ And the fire that falls from heaven ♪
♪ But our tragedy binds while ignorance hides ♪
♪ We all wind up here together ♪
Perfect. Good job.
♪ And our souls, they are blind ♪
-(cheering continues) -We did it, kiddo.
♪ Got a lot of bad days still coming our way ♪
♪ But it's sweet ever after
♪ Wind and waves breaking over our walls ♪
-♪ But the ship -Thank you, sir.
♪ It don't shatter
♪ There'll be a lot of blessing... ♪
Big chair, man. Very well deserved.
Yo, I don't know about that.
What I do know is I got some big shoes to fill.
You will.
I'm hungry.
♪ And it's sweet ever after
Thank you. I'll see you.
(chuckles)
TOMMY: Oh, my goodness.
Ohh. Listen, I don't want you to worry.
I had my videographers here get the whole thing for Grace.
Thank you, I appreciate that, ladies.
Yeah, Mom was gonna film it herself, but...
-Her framing is trash. -TOMMY: Mm!
-Oh. -Don't listen to them. Drink your punch.
-Hmm. -You come here.
Congratulations, Judd. Or should I say Captain?
Oh, boy. I-- Look, I might have to get used to hearing that word.
MATEO: Mm-hmm.
We'll see how soon it goes to your head.
Hey, how'd, uh, your hearing go?
He told the judge to kiss his ass in open court.
-You did not. -I did.
What are you, Captain Strand?
I learned from the best.
So, what did the judge say?
She fast-tracked his citizenship
because of his courageous service as a firefighter.
-I'm not getting deported! -(all cheer)
-JUDD: Good. -Come on.
-MARJAN: Here we go again. -MATEO: Uh-oh.
Baby's excited and wants to say hello. (laughs)
-May I? -Yeah, yeah.
Oh.
(chuckling) Oh, yes. There's that little flutter.
Oh, my God, you have a busy little bee in there.
Mm-hmm. Somebody gets it from their mama.
I know. So Joe and I are screwed.
(laughter)
-Dad? -Yo.
Charlie wants to know who the guys in all the photos are.
-TOMMY: Mm. -JUDD: Mm.
(Judd chuckles)
You wanna know who them boys in the photos are?
Come here. It might be time for you to find out.
Alright.
So, these are Daddy's brothers.
And this is Captain Braxton.
That was Daddy's first captain.
-Now you're the captain. -Yeah.
Now I'm the captain. (exhales)
And that is, uh, that's Chef.
He made the best oatmeal cookies you've ever had in your life.
And the secret ingredient was lard.
CHARLIE: What's lard?
So, you wanna say hi to the new captain?
Oh... Maybe another time.
TK: Wanna say bye to these two?
CARLOS: Let's try one, try one. Yeah, okay...
Who is this?
Later, Owen.
Bye, Carlos.
TK: Alright, Dad, you stay warm up there, alright?
I love you.
Love you too, son.
♪ You and I will meet again ♪
♪ When we're least expecting it ♪
♪ Somewhere in some far of- place ♪
-♪ I will recognize your face -(knock on door)
Hey, Chief. They need you out there.
What's going on?
-KRISTA: A crane blew over in Midtown. -Okay.
And the F-train jumped the track in Brooklyn.
-Oh, boy. -And a runaway horse carriage
is tearing up Times Square.
(sighs deeply) God, I missed this town.
("You and I Will Meet Again" by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers continues playing)
♪ I heard you singing to no one ♪
KRISTA: Driver will pick you up across the street.
Should be landing any second.
-OWEN: Thank you. -KRISTA: Have fun, Chief.
I always do.
♪ Next day I just wouldn't know ♪
♪ One day all the rules will bend ♪
♪ And you and I will meet again ♪
(country rock theme music playing)
♪♪♪
(music fades out)
(fanfare playing)