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God.

Why do some shifts
hurt more than others?

Even my left buttcheek hurts.

That just means you're getting old.

We are the same age.

No, we're not.

Maybe we ought to start
calling you "Dad".

Hey, good shift, 19.

Look, I know you're missing
some of your buddies,

but we'll be back together soon enough.

Was he being nice? I couldn't tell.

Oh, hey, Bishop... tell your better half

that I owe her a conversation
about that clinic idea.

As soon as we get this
custody thing cleared up.

She knows you have a lot on your plate,

but we are ready to drop
the gloves if you need us.

I'm not sure brawling with
Miller's grieving parents

is the best idea, but,
you know, if it comes to it...

If it does, we got your back.

She's got your back.

- You don't have anyone's back.
- Oh.

What were you gonna
do before you decided

to join the Academy?

High school teacher.

Are y...

Dude, imagine being 16,
walking into Bio,

and seeing that as your teacher?

Couldn't do it.

Dude. No, man.

- Stop.
- What?

You got a sub for today?

I did, and please keep in mind

that there weren't a lot of choices.

Hey.

If you don't step up to them,
it's only gonna get worse.

It's a hazing thing. It's fine.

- I can take it.
- I know you can. That's not the point.

If I say something, that
puts me on the outside.

- That's not true.
- It is.

It is for you.

- Wow.
- Truth hurts.

Oh! Gosh darn it!

Something 'pilled, Duval!

- Aww!
- Oh.

You better sweep that up, Messy.

Seriously, Duval, make
them clean that up.

Fire Zaddy, 12:00.

Hey.

Hey.

- What are you doing here?
- Working.

You're the sub?

You're the captain.

You don't know who's subbing?

I'm the acting captain,

and I had my lieutenant
sign the approval.

Last time that'll happen.

Well, I can be professional.

If you can't, that's a you problem.

Hey, Mom, it's me... again.

Could you please call me back?

Hey.

Where do we keep the toolbox?

What kind of tools are we looking for?

Uh, the... the kind
you keep in a toolbox.

I think there are some
in the kitchen cabinet.

- Okay, good.
- Should I even ask?

The towel rack's broken.

- Did you call Gibson?
- To fix the towel rack?

No, to come over.

Wrong one. Wrong one again.

He hasn't been to work
since Thanksgiving.

We're worried about him,
and he could use a buddy.

Okay, then you can call him.

I gotta go make sure that my mom hasn't

murdered my father and fled the country.

Just call him. It could be
good for both of you.

Uh, hold on, you...

This is you trying to sneakily get me

to not be alone because
you're worried about me,

but you're pretending
to worry about Gibson.

- Mm.
- Yeah.

I can be worried about you both.

I'm a multitasker.

Um...

Carina, am I in the right apartment?

Sorpresa.

You are supposed to be at work.

I'm not working for the next two days.

Oh, w-why?

Because we're making some homemade porn?

No.

- It is romance.
- Mm.

Not porn.

But there is a lot of red.

We're making a baby, and I want to have

all the romance and all the sex

that comes with making a baby.

Even though we're picking a sperm donor

from a very unsexy sperm bank.

Exactly.

- Life has been so hard and so difficult.
- Mm. Mm-hmm.

And there's been so much pain

and so much grief.

I just think we need a little bit

of something different.

And you need a massage.

Ugh, I really do.

Prego.

Oh.

And I am gonna be

your very sexy massage therapist today.

Oh!

The surprises keep coming.

Carina, this is...

What?

This is so romantic.

- What?
- Oh, that's nice.

Uh, what are you up to? You wanna...

You wanna come over?

Why?

I don't know. To hang out.

I'm...

Did Andy put you up to this?

No, Travis did.

I don't know...
I think everybody's worried

about the both of us,
and they think we should

babysit each other, so...

I don't know, it's pretty
efficient, honestly.

I can't. I'm... I'm busy
right now, okay?

Doing what?

Growing a depression beard?

I know you're just
sitting around, miserable,

on the floating Miller shrine.

Hughes.

I have whiskey!

Thanks, but no thanks, okay?

Who are you?

I-I'm Jack Gibson.

W-We've actually met a lot of times.

Bill, that's Dean's co-worker.

You can start in the living room.

I'm gonna... Okay, yeah.

Sor... Sorry.

Why are you here?

Well, uh, Ben... Ben Warren...

Ben Warren...

is not the owner of this property.

No, but, um, in Dean's will...

you know, the... the house
was going to Pru, and...

Well, we're Pru's guardians,

and we co-signed the mortgage
on this house.

You should get out.

They've worked out an arrangement

that all grandparents seem happy with.

So, they're, what... gonna ship a child

back and forth between continents?

No, they have agreed

that Pru will be based in Seattle.

This will be her primary residence...

with the Millers...
and she will spend summers

and alternating holidays

with the other set of grandparents.

- In Hong Kong?
- No.

They spend their summers
in Italy, apparently.

- On a yacht.
- Oh, my...

Look... Okay, look, Dean stipulated

he wanted her with us.

There are legal documents.

D-D-Doesn't that mean anything?

- Well, it means everything.
- Okay.

And it can also mean nothing.

They have a strong argument
for keeping her.

They are blood relations
who are all more than capable

of supporting her and raising her

and providing for Pru a life
well beyond the average.

So, if you want to keep her,
it's gonna be a fight.

A long, difficult...

... time-consuming, expensive fight.

If all the adults tasked
with keeping Pru safe

are fighting with each other,

then who's looking out for her?

Well, I don't see an alternative.

The alternative is
we stop thinking about

what Dean wanted
and start thinking about

what's best for Pru.

We are what's best for Pru.

So say us!

But if the road to us is gonna hurt her

in any way, th... no.

Miranda!

Th... Th... Th... They talk about her

like she's their property.

All right, look... she, um...

Yeah... "She belongs to us".

All right? "She's our granddaughter".

A-And you think we're
the ones being selfish?

Dean wanted us to raise her.

He put it in writing.

Okay. You know what?

I gotta talk to Gibson.

Just t-tell her why she's wrong.

Hey, Jack. What's up?

Look, Dr. Bailey, I still
think in the long run...

The long run won't matter
if we screw her up now,

when her spongy, little brain
is just learning

what the world is like.

Her spongy, little baby brain
is already having to contend

with the fact that her dad,
her adult, her stability,

her protector is gone, forever.

Now we have to be the adults for Pru.

We have to prioritize Pru,

and as much as it pains me to say this,

if all of this is truly about
protecting that little girl,

then we're standing down.

Oh, my God.

What did I ever do to you?

Mm.

Are you kidding me right now?!

You came.

I see you've stopped bathing, too.

"Too" as in you, too,
or "too" like I seem

like I'm ticking off another box
on the list of madness?

Both. Seriously, smell me.

- No. That's gross, Gibson.
- Smell me.

I said I had whiskey.

Yeah, but Miller turned me
onto the good stuff and then...

died on me.

Ah, that's rude.

His parents showed up.
Started packing his stuff.

Uh, they're gonna sell the houseboat.

- What?
- Yeah.

Couldn't stay to watch,
so I had to get out of there.

What do you know about tiling?

Come on.

Mom?

Mom?

Come on, Mom. I know you're home.

The door was unlocked,
and Burt Bacharach is playing.

♪ When there is always... ♪

Can I help you?

Mom. Hi.

Aw, so nice.

Mom, it's me. Your only son.

The one you always complain
doesn't visit you enough.

Wait, are you packing?

♪ I was born to love her ♪

Mom, are you kicking Dad out?

No. I'm leaving.

Do you want this?

Mom. Wait.

Mom, Mom. Can you just wait one minute?

I can't.

Your father will be home in a few hours,

and I'd like to be packed
by the time he gets here.

Does Dad not know?

I told him over breakfast, but...

... not sure he believed me.

Okay, what did you say exactly?

- I said, "Paul, honey, I'm leaving".
- Okay.

Did you tell him that apparently

it was something that you
urgently needed to do today?

Your father and I were married 37 years,

and he didn't tell me
he loved men 'til one week ago.

So, yes, it's urgent.

Travis, either help me pack

or come back at a more convenient time.

Saw you and Beckett
talking the other day.

It's smart, getting in with him.

I'd do the same thing.

You prove yourself here,
there's an opening in 19...

A death at 19.

Well... Yeah, well,
what I'm saying is that...

Not everything is about
politics, Robert.

Aid car to 535 Beatrice Court.

Civilian has a burn from a grease fire.

- Politics?
- That's you.

- I know that's me.
- Ruiz, go with Sullivan.

- Maddox, you're on engine.
- I know.

It's hard to believe
that I've done this before.

Maddox, you ever eat a vegetable?

Some fruit maybe? Food with food in it?

- You know, these are, in fact, loops of fruit, so...
- Got it.

Well, if you don't put
nutrients in your body,

you're gonna have a hard time
with all the drills

- I make you run later.
- Oh, my God.

You are so preoccupied
with my body, it is crazy.

Hey, probie, will you dump
this for me, please?

Maddox, go easy on Duval.

What, you don't haze probies at 19?

Not like that.

Okay.

Become a captain, they said.

It'll be rewarding, they said.

Alright, one, two...

Wait. Wait.

Are you sure you turned off the water?

Yes.

- Question mark.
- Yeah.

- Mm.
- Yeah, no.

You know, I'm kinda glad I'm getting
kicked out of the houseboat.

I feel like he's always
about to round the corner

when I'm there.

And the way I hear his jazz records.

I smell his stupid good lasagna
that we begged him to make.

And he taught me
what beshmall sauce was.

What sauce?

Beshmall.

Okay, so he taught you
how to make béchamel sauce,

but not how to say it?

That... sounds like Miller.

Whatever.

I thought living there
would keep him close,

but it kinda just makes it worse.

- I'm... Am I funny? What...
- No, I just...

I can't help just picturing
Miller as this, like,

jazz-cat-lasagna-ghost, and it's just...

It's pretty great. It's pretty great.

Yeah.

Honestly, I-I don't know how you do it.

How...

How you live on the houseboat.

Feels like he's everywhere
in this house,

and he was barely ever here.

Whoa!

Hughes! Come on!

Oh, come on. What was
the agreement, Gibson?

No questioning the other
person's actions today.

Yeah.

Come on.

Come on.

Yeah, give me that.

Whew.

- Feel good?
- Yeah. Feels good.

- Yeah?
- Feels good.

I mean, maybe not the normal way
to work through grief,

but, yeah, okay.

There is nothing normal about this.

Oh. Okay.

- Yeah.
- We lost one of our people!

The fate of a little girl
hangs in the balance!

And I have a literal broken heart!

- Get the whiskey.
- Yeah. Whiskey.

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm. Here we go.

Gah!

Mm. Number two...

... this freckle.

It's a beauty mark.

And we're counting blessings,
not body parts.

Well, I am feeling very blessed
by your body parts.

Number three.

- Mm.
- A healthy body.

See?

- Number four.
- Mm.

You turning what could have been

a day full of grief and housekeeping

into the most romantic day of my life.

Aside from our wedding.

Well, that one got a little dinged

by the whole losing-my-job thing.

Mm. Right.

Okay, number five.

Mm.

- Multiple orgasms.
- Mm.

It's not that he's gay, you know.

I know.

I need you to know that.

I never had a problem
with your being gay.

Right.

You just let Dad's internalized
homophobia prevent you

from fully accepting me.

I accepted you.

Yeah, right, Mom.

You didn't even come to my wedding.

Travis, you know why.

It was just easier to go along
with what he wanted

than to...

He took my whole life.

My relationship with my son.

Dad was drowning in shame
and self-loathing,

so he did a lot of things wrong,

but he never put a gun to your head.

You chose not to come to my wedding.

And we can be as mad at him
as we want to be.

But we can't put that on him.

He told you not to go, and
you went along with that.

So, that's on you.

Do you think I don't regret
not being at your wedding?

Not being there to read my poem
for you and Michael?

I've always let things be,
let things lie.

I know you have, Mom.

And so I'm saying that's on you.

Do you want some lunch?

I can heat up some chap chae.

Grease fire burn. Shouldn't take long.

Hey, how's Hughes?

She's healing, and she's grieving,

and she's impatient about how
long both things are taking.

Yep. Sounds about right.

You know, when I started,
I received some advice,

which I ignored...

never marry another firefighter.

Whoa. I'm not getting married.

No, I know. I changed the subject to me.

- Got it.
- I just...

I don't get it.

I just don't get how I ended up here.

Subbing as a grunt in my
soon-to-be-ex-wife's house.

You really think it's about the job?

I mean, with a firefighter,
at least we get each other.

No, that's the problem.

See, this is not a normal job.

There's too much loss.

There's too much pain.

There's too much trauma.

We need to be able to put it all
away when we get home.

We need to be able
to come home to somebody

who does not get it.

Tell me I'm wrong.

Tell me that when you see
Hughes suffering

because her best friend died,

that you don't think about
everyone you've lost.

Oh!

Dispatch from Aid 23.

Smoke and fire from a unit
on the third floor.

Send full structure assignment.

Yeah, this is more than
a grease fire burn.

I mean, how can they sell his house?

Did they pay for it?

Well, I think they co-signed
and paid the down payment.

Then it's theirs to sell.

I'm sure they'll put the
money in a trust for her.

It's not like they're hard up for cash.

How... How did you
suddenly get this... cold?

Okay, do not for a second think

that my heart isn't every bit
as broken as yours.

Well, it's not the time
to be heartbroken.

Alright? It's the time to fight.

Ben, look, it's not right, okay?

Ripping that child
from her grandparents,

fighting over property.

This cannot be us.

This cannot be what Miller wanted.

No. No, no.

What Miller wanted was for her
to be with us, alright?

And for her to grow up with
that place, you know,

to know where her dad was his happiest,

where her dad became a man, where...

where her dad set in motion plans

not... not just for her future,
but for the world.

Okay, no. No, no, no.

Don't... Don't look at me like that.

I'm not being sentimental.

Don't you see what they're doing?

Dean's parents don't care
about what Dean wanted,

because Dean's parents never
cared about what he wanted.

They only wanted to control
him, to... to squeeze out

every part of him that
they didn't approve of.

Dean... Dean hated that,

which is why he wanted
his daughter to be raised by us.

Ben...

Miranda, you... you are normally
right about everything,

but you are not right
about this, alright?

You are not right about this.

Okay.

Okay?

You're right.

So... So, we're gonna fight?

We're gonna fight for her?

We're gonna fight.

Yeah, we are.

Ohh!

Okay.

Watch your step.

You're gonna walk straight out.

Sullivan, status?

We responded to a grease fire burn

and saw the smoke from that window,

but the reporting party's
not answering the door.

- Where's Ruiz?
- He's on the third floor.

He's not in gear. We started evac.

He's trying to get inside
to the patient with the burn.

Alright, you're on fire attack.

Get in there with the battering ram.

Go, go, go.

Duval, Maddox, you're on evac.

Get everyone else off the third floor.

Engine 23, load the dry standpipes.

Ruiz, I need you down here
on the ground right now.

Someone's in here, Cap.

Please. It's Naomi. She's our friend.

Sullivan's on his way.
You're not in gear.

Copy. Come on. We gotta get you outside.

Wait, no, no, no, no.

You're just gonna leave her in there?

No, someone's coming up right now.

No, no, no, we're not leaving her.
She's in a wheelchair.

Hurry up, Duval. Stay with me.

Hey, aren't we supposed to be
clearing the third floor?

Ah, evac's for losers.
Fire attack's where it's at.

Seattle Fire! Let's go!

Maddox, you're on evac.

Sullivan's on his way up.
He and I have this.

Oh, I coulda sworn Herrera
just told you to go outside.

Maddox, you have two seconds to move.

Come on. Let's go.

Captain, civilian's in a wheelchair.

Copy that, Ruiz.
Sullivan's on his way up.

Get down here and suit up.

Oh. Hi.

My granddaughter is not here.

She's with her aunt.

My daughter.

Her family.

Th-That's good. That's fine.

We, uh... We came here, actually,

because we wanted to speak with you.

Yes, we... we don't want
to fight with you, with lawyers.

Um, we want peace, for you,
for ourselves, for Pru.

We are hoping that we can,
you know, talk it out

and... and come to an agreement.

I understand this must be
difficult for both of you

because you want to honor
my son's wishes.

But in this case, he's simply
incorrect in the matter.

And as his mother,
I've had to overrule him.

Your son was an adult,

and he made verbal and legally
documented decisions

for his daughter.

My son made a lot of
decisions in his life

that I would have overruled,
had I had the opportunity.

If he'd listened to us about
his choice of profession,

well, we wouldn't be in this position,

because he'd still be alive.

With all due respect, um,
I know you're in pain,

but I don't think you're being fair.

You don't have to think it's "fair".

It's the truth.

How do you let him do it?

S... I'm... I'm sorry?

How do you let your husband,
who's a trained surgeon,

jeopardize his life every day
and call it a career?

I'm not in charge
of Ben's decisionmaking

a-any more than you were
in charge of Dean's.

Don't you think a husband
should have enough respect

for his wife and children

to prioritize his own life
over the lives of strangers?

Okay, that's enough.

Oh!

You march onto my property,

you start making demands, and
you tell me when it's enough?

- Ben...
- But you don't have the right to speak to my wife that way.

Ben, I'm capable of speaking for myself.

My husband is a brave and noble man.

He is a hero who saves lives
every day, as was your son.

He does a job that very few
are brave enough to do, and...

and that doesn't make him
less of a husband,

and it doesn't make him
any less a father.

Maybe it doesn't.

But it does make him a man
who's likely to be dead

before his time.

How dare you? How...

How dare I?

How dare you?

You want me to hand
my only grandchild over to you

so she can lose and bury
yet another father?

You want her to suffer more
than she already has?

How dare you?

Look, our son just died.
Our beautiful son.

Our only son.

Look, you are both parents.

Can you imagine for a
moment how that feels?

And now you want to take more from us?

Any of us can raise a child.

But Miranda and I are
the only ones able to do it

and honor Dean in that process.

To teach her about
all the incredible parts

of... of her father

that he could never show you
because you hated what he did.

You... You couldn't honor Dean
and what he wanted in his life.

Please, please honor what
he wanted in his death.

We are her family.

Yes, and we would never
take her from you.

You... You can have as much
access to her as you like.

Well, how gracious of you

to offer us "access" to our grandchild.

That's enough now.

Hey, did they get Naomi out?

They're working on it.
She's gonna be okay.

Okay, guys, follow me.
Over here. This direction.

Where's Maddox?

He said he wanted to be
"where the action is".

What?

I just followed your orders. I...

Maddox, you abandoned your partner.

Get down here, now.

Good work, Duval.

Ruiz! You're on fire attack
with Sullivan.

Yeah.

- Here we go.
- Alright.

Got it?

Alright, let's go.

Yep! Whoo!

- Alright.
- Yippie-kai-ay!

Maddox, Captain said you're out!

- Now!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Anyone in there? Let's go!

- Alright, alright.
- You ready?

- Yeah.
- Go, go, go!

Stay low. Work toward the left.

Naomi!

We got heavy smoke. We need blowers.

Naomi!

I found her!

I got her!

On three. One, two, three.

She's still breathing.

- On three.
- Ready.

One, two...

Three!

Maddox, are you kidding me?

Yippie-kai-ay, Lieutenant!

Whoo!

Mm. Mm. Mm.

We missed a tile.

Get it. Get it. Get it.

Yeah!

Hey, if you wanted perfect,

you should not have gotten us drunk.

Mm, I think Miller would
probably be proud of me

for not just moping around, at least.

You know, he'd be proud of me, too,

for not picking up the first
girl at a bar to sleep with.

It's first impulse

when I'm feeling feelings
I don't wanna feel.

No, I get it! I get it. I get it.

Sex is, like, the only time
my brain can turn off.

Same. Yes.

- Same.
- Even after Ripley.

Everyone just thought I was rebounding,

and I just needed to, like...
I just needed to turn it off.

I get that, because, you know,
this job sucks sometimes,

and there's only so many ways
that you can feel less pain.

How long did you know that
Miller was in love with me?

That long? What, like a year?

Aw, shut up, Gibson. More than a year?

Hey. Hey!

- Ugh!
- He was scared

that if he told you,
it'd ruin the friendship.

Because he didn't think
you felt the same way.

Well, he was right.

Still would've liked to have had
the conversation, though.

So, what's our whiskey sitch, huh?

God.

This is a disaster.

Yeah, Montgomery's gonna murder me.

You said that.

Mm. I did not say that!

- You did!
- I did not.

You did!

And you did it that Maya way.

Maya way? What way is that?

The way you get, mm,
when things are not in order.

You get all stiff,

like you're trying to control
every muscle in your body.

What? I make that face?

Oh, yes. The face is the best part.

I'm Maya Bishop.

Oh, my God.

I'm gonna be the strict mom, aren't I?

Yeah.

You know, I've spent my whole adult life

bringing babies into the world

and then watching them
getting rolled away.

I never get to see how they turn out,

or... or what kind of mothers
my patients will be.

I just... I just...

"Welcome, little one.
Bye-bye. Have a nice life".

You want to be the one who carries.

Eh, we can talk about that.

I know you're an athlete and you
might want to experience...

No, it's you.

And for the egg?

We can do IVF...

Nope. It should be yours.

I want to hold a little you.

I want them to have
these eyes and this nose.

And this freckle.

I want to have another version of you

that I can count my blessings on.

And I have some ideas

of some places to put
this chocolate sauce.

I told you... we're making a porn.

No, Maya! No!

Uh, a little bit.

Alright, here we go.

Good job, Ruiz.

Yeah, same, man. Same.

- Good work. Good work.
- Bad boys!

Good job out there, man.

Maddox!

Did I say you were on fire attack?

No, you didn't, but you know what?

Not everybody's born a leader.

Ooh!

They would have listened to you,
if you were acting captain.

Stop.

You get along with Sullivan, huh?

Eh, he's a hell of a firefighter.

Yeah, must be nice to just waltz
into any station and get respect.

Nope.

No. You're captain.

You can't bring that
personal crap to the team.

Sullivan and I worked well together.

I respect him.

That's a good thing. For your team.

They'll never listen to me.

Make them.

I was weak.

I have no excuse.

I was weak.

And you deserved better.

You were a delight.

And your father was so hard on you.

Not just after you came out,
but your whole childhood.

He was so tough on you,

always telling you you were
too sensitive or too emotional.

Trying to toughen you up
by being rough with you,

as if he were afraid
of how you might turn out.

And I hated it.

And I let him.

I let him.

I am so angry with your father.

And I am so angry with myself.

You were never anything
but perfect, Travis.

I think it might be time
to call a professional.

No, Gibson!

Gibson! Gibson, stop!

Jack.

Jack. Jack.

Why can't I stop feeling this way?

I don't know.

It's okay. It's okay.

- I should, um...
- Yeah. Yeah.

You didn't... You didn't drive, right?

Y-Yeah, Gibson, just don't.

Listen up!

Let me help you understand.

I am not your substitute teacher.

I am your captain.

In the house, on calls, in the field,

you answer and take orders from me.

When you disobey my orders,
you put your team at risk.

When you leave your partner
during a fire,

you put your team at risk.

If either of those things happen
again, you put your job at risk.

I'm not done, Maddox.

We're not doing things
the way you used to do them.

Things are changing.

No more hazing probies because
"that's what happened to you".

No more sex jokes.

No more treating this whole
station like it's a frat house.

Under my watch, this house
will feel comfortable

for every person working here.

It was a good call.

No one died, but we can do better.

And we will do better.

Copy?

- Copy, Captain!
- Copy, Captain.

Maddox, congrats.

You're my new fire
prevention coordinator.

The files are a mess.

It'll take about six to seven
shifts of desk duty

to sort them.

Now you're dismissed.

I'm writing him up.

I'll leave your name out of it.

I'm the captain.

It's my job to look after my team.

Uh, hey... hey, you know the drill.

Uh, one thing you learned today.

Apparently, dolphins sleep
with one eye open.

- What?!
- Where'd you learn that?

TikTok.

- Ah!
- TikTok. Of course.

Goodness.

Tuck's still at practice,
but we should make him a plate.

It's Ifeya.

Answer it.

Um, good evening,
Dr. Bailey, Dr. Warren.

Um, we, uh...

Arike...

Pru woke up crying,
and asked for Miranda.

Okay, go ahead, Pru.

Say hi.

Hi, there, baby girl!

Shouldn't you be sleeping?

Don't make me send Joey over there

to tickle you back to sleep.

Oh, here. He's right here.

Oh. Hey!

How's it going? Why aren't you asleep?

How about you lay down, close your eyes,

and we're gonna help you count

all those pandas on your pajamas.

Okay.

One panda, two pandas, three pandas...

Just because he speaks
French and Spanish

doesn't mean our baby's gonna come
out speaking French and Spanish.

Alright, man.

Alright.

Nice speech.

I guess it pays to be
ruthless sometimes.

It wasn't ruthless. It was right.

Yeah, it was.

I just mean that being at the top,

to get there and stay there,

you need a little bit of ruthlessness.

I'm not trying to get and stay
at the top, Robert.

I'm trying to keep everyone safe.

I don't think about this
job the way you do.

Well, you can try to demonize
me for being ambitious

and wanting my status back,

but you're not being
honest with yourself,

because you want the same thing.

I saw you in Beckett's office.

You're starting to feel
the same way I do.

Stuck, professionally restless.

You know, Aquino could
be out over a year.

If you play your cards right,
this house could be yours.

I would never steal a house
out from under a man

who's been injured in the line of duty.

I didn't say steal.

You know, this is
Aquino's house to lose.

- If you wanted it...
- I slept with him.

Beckett.

I wasn't trying to get a-a job
or steal anyone's house.

I slept with him once, and I
was letting him down easy.

Okay?

Okay.