All language subtitles for 9-1-1 S05E11 eng

I don't remember ordering
so many balloons.

Ah, relax, baby.

It's gonna be great.

Yeah, but where is she?

Her entire court is waiting.

Well, you know your daughter.
She likes to make an entrance.

Right.
And I know her papi, too,

who likes to make a big show
out of everything.

Miguel, What did you do?

It was all your baby girl,
and a little me.

Balloons.

-Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Lourdes! You did it, mija.

-Isn't it amazing?
-That isn't safe.

Baby, it's fine. Look.

There's four ropes, and, no,
nothing's gonna happen.

Ay...

She looks beautiful.

Lourdes! Mija!

You look beautiful.

You do, mija.

You really do.

-Hold her!

-Through here, through here.
-Hey.

The country club said

the building's
been vacant for repairs.

That's why nobody
heard him hit the roof.

-Do you know when this happened?
-No.

I saw a crew up there
this morning.

So, no more than a few hours.
All right.

-Keep everybody back.

Got your med kit?

Not my first rodeo.

Mija, this is terrible.
The party's ruined.

Are you kidding, Mom?

This is awesome.

Really?

Jonah, Hen, you take the roof.

Buck, we're gonna come at him
on the inside.

Ericson, you're up top
on the assist.

All right. Up we go, Monday.

Name's Jonah, and you know that.

Why do you keep
calling me Monday?

'Cause there's a new one of you
every shift.

To me, you're Monday.

He went clear through the roof.

Sir? Sir? Can you hear me?

-I got a pulse.

Please...

-help me.
-Easy. Don't move.
You don't want

-to exacerbate your injuries.
-What's your name?

-Lenny.
Paragliding?
What happened?

Wind picked up.
Tried to avoid some...

power lines and lost control.

Pulse is 130. BP's 105/60.

Breathing is fast,
but his lungs sound clear.

Opening a line.

Pushing ten of morphine.

Hang in there, Lenny. I'm giving
you some of the good stuff.

-Pretty soon,
you won't feel a thing.
-Already can't feel my legs.

Lenny, can you wiggle
your fingers for me.

-How about this?
Can-can you feel that? Okay.
-Yeah.

Lumbar injury?

-Spinal compression?
Possibly.

What if my legs
are completely gone?

Don't worry. Don't think
you'd be talking to us at all.

We'll have a visual
soon enough, okay? Cap.

-How we looking down there?
-Almost in position.

Uh, hey, Cap, I don't want
to be insensitive, but, uh,

do his legs look really short?

Oh...

Hen, Jonah,
get down here right now.

Bilateral open knee dislocation.

The impact forced the femurs
down through the knee.

Landed on his feet,

and his upper legs kept going.

Thinking it's better now
that he can't feel them.

Blood loss isn't that bad,
considering.

Lucky he didn't sever
his femoral arteries.

-Do we reset them here?
Absolutely not.

You know better
than to attempt that

-out in the field.
-I heard you like
to push the envelope.

Something about having
your hand inside of a guy's

-torso for two hours?
-That's an entirely
different envelope. Grab

the splints.

Ready for extraction, Cap.

All right, Lenny, you stay calm.

Things are gonna
get a little noisy.

Hey.

-Hey.
Ooh,
something smells good.

Ah, it should be ready soon.
How'd it go?

Well, not too bad for me.

The 153 is the target
of choice this time around.

I don't understand
why they make you go

to those meetings.
Don't you write down everything

that happens
while you're at work?

Well, they like to ask
follow-up questions like,

"Why did it take you
nine minutes

to respond to that call?"

Or, "Why'd you stay
at the scene so long?"

Or, "Why have you
still not filled

those empty slots
in your company roster?"

Sounds like your bosses

get you all dressed up
to meet up with you

so they can tell you
that you suck.

Pretty much.

You do those, too, Mom?

No. For which I am grateful

because I have seen grown men
throwing up

in trash cans after coming out

of some of those
CompStat meetings.

-Personnel files?
Yeah.

Candidates to fill Chimney and

Eddie's slots.
Turns out I've put it off

for as long as I can.

Well, you know the rules.

No homework at the table.

Well, I have to change anyways,
so I'll just put them

in the bedroom
and read them later.

Well, so much
for a relaxing bedtime.

Hey, Bobby.

-Sorry I'm late.
-You're not late.

We're gonna sit down
as soon as I change.

Oh, great.

I want to hear
all about work over dinner.

You mean you want to know
how Eddie's doing.

Well, how is he?

Oh! Oh!

All right.

Hey, May. What is it today?

"Absquatulate."

Apparently, it means
to leave somewhere abruptly.

Hmm, hmm.

And I thought "bumfuzzle"
was the

"Word of the Day" low point.

-Morning, Eddie.
-Hey, Linda. Oh, by the way,

you were right
about the fish sauce.

-Never would've thought of it.
-I told you. Umami levels
off the charts.

Five-alarm fire. Eighth
and Bixel near the 110. May,

dispatch two more task forces.

Linda, notify CHP to shut
down the southbound off-ramp.

Eddie, you're on it?

Gonna absquatulate it right now.

All right, bud.

Eat up so you can
focus at school.

-Are you sure about this?
-Equal parts

potato and butter.

-Uh-huh.

Twitter calls.

-Morning, Eddie.

Checking vitals.

Okay, let's move!

Morning, Eddie.

Clearing obstruction.

LAFD responded to the call at

2:00 p.m. and were able
to quickly

put out the small fire.
No injuries

or structural damage
were reported.

Normal rhythm.

Firefighter Eddie Diaz.
Public Service Officer,

Metro Dispatch.

Are you a real firefighter?

Uh, yes.

I'm a real firefighter.

Mmm. Mmm.

Your food okay?

Oh, it's...

It's-it's really good.

I mean, actually really good.

I'm just not that hungry, so...

He told you to eat something
before you came here, didn't he?

Well...

I wasn't gonna
take any chances.

-You do not want to meet
a hangry Taylor.

But this is, this is,
this is really good. Uh...

Carla, you can come on out.

I know you made dinner. Come on.

-Where are you?
All this time,

everybody thought
I was bad cook.

You were.

-Ah.
-But now that I'm on
a regular schedule,

I've had a lot more time
to practice.

Well, practice definitely
makes perfect.

-I'm impressed.
-Me, too.

You got to make this when you
come back to the firehouse.

Hope you're not too full

-for dessert.
-Is that possible?

I'm gonna, uh...

H-Hey, you okay?

Uh, yeah.

-You look tired.

Look, man, you-you don't need
to pretend with me.

It's okay to miss
the job, you know?

I-I remember what it was like
when I was Fire Marshal Buck.

This isn't the same thing.
I like what I'm doing.

Yeah, but it-it's not what
you're supposed to be doing.

Y-You're a firefighter.

I'm still a firefighter.

-Well, yeah, but...
-Buck,

you need to move on. I have.

Huh...

-You're back.
-Cap asked me to fill in again.

I think I'm more
of a "Tuesday," don't you?

And, wh...
wh-what are you doing?

Uh, making room
for things we need.

You're overstocked
on four-by-fours.

Right.

After 13 years in the same
firehouse, why would I know

-what supplies we need?
-I'm just doing
what Cap asked me.

You keep calling him Cap.

Why? What do you call him?

Do you have daily nicknames
for him, too?

Is it what he makes for lunch?
Today he's gazpacho?

He's not your cap.

You're just a temp.
So don't get comfortable.

-New guy's back.
-Yes. I do remember

typing his name
into today's roster.

Well, I-I didn't agree to that.

And yet it happened anyway.

That's what I'm here
to talk about.

-Hey, Cap, can I talk to you?
Can it wait, Buck?

Is your name Cap?

-I was here first.
-W...

Did you know Eddie's
not coming back to the 118?

-I suspected as much
when he asked for a transfer.
-I know,

but i-it was supposed
to be temporary,

like Chimney, you know?

Th-They're supposed
to come back.

-They are coming back.
-I don't know.

I-I had dinner with Eddie
last night, and-and he seemed...

He seemed what?

Different.

No, it's not okay.

Every time we go there,
it's like

me versus your family.

Come on, you are my family.

Would it hurt you

to remind your mother of that
every time?

I mean, I'm just sitting there
like an outsider.

She uses me as her
personal punching bag.

Okay, maybe she prods,
but she doesn't punch.

She loves you.

She just...

doesn't show it.

Ugh, probably a telemarketer.

Whatever you're selling,
I'm not buying.

Please take me off your list.

Listen closely.

I've placed a bomb
in your truck.

Now that you've reached 55 miles
an hour, the device is armed.

If you drop below 55,

-it will explode.

Who is this? Cosmo?

Yeah, we-we've seen
that movie before,

like, almost 30 years ago.

Which would be long before

Trenton and Troy were born.

That's right.

I'm watching you.

Okay, I'm hanging up now
and calling the police.

Before you do,

take a look in your armrest.

You work in computers, Sasha.
You must recognize

a smartphone circuit board.

Its sensors can tell
what speed you're going.

Drop below 55,

the bomb...

explodes.

Okay. Why do you think that?

A guy just called, he said

if we slow under 55,
that we're gonna explode.

Sir, I've seen that movie.

It's a crime to make
a false 911 call.

No, it's not a fake call.

Okay? Please don't hang up.

He told us to look
in the armrest.

There's all kinds
of circuitry in there.

He-he knew things about us,
where we live.

Look, I don't know if this is

a prank or not, but I don't want

my wife and kids
to die finding out.

Okay. I believe you.

-Where are you
driving right now?
-W-We're headed west on the 210.

-We just passed Sunland.
-Okay, just keep calm,

and keep driving safely. CHP
is gonna perform a traffic break

to clear the road,
and I'm sending help to you now.

Dispatch, 727-L-30.
Approaching the vehicle now.

What's happening?

It's okay.

They're just gonna
help us get off.

-Why can't we just stop?
It's okay, guys.

We just have to listen to them.

Okay? We're gonna be fine.

Dad and I are right here, okay?

All right, I'm deploying
the drone to check for devices.

Homemade device.

Could be packed
with a nitrate, or

a chloride compound.
Any one of those

would take out the truck
and then some.

What do you see?
Is something down there?

What is it? Is it real?

Okay, hold on. I'm connecting
the police to this call now.

-We do see something.

-It's cause for concern.
So-so now what?

Do you defuse it?

We can't do anything

-while you're moving.
-What do we do, then?

Step one, we're gonna

ride alongside that pickup
truck and match its speed.

We have to move fast,
so the 147 is here to assist.

Buck, once we're in position,
I want you to jump

into that truck bed.

Ravi is here to give a hand.

Somebody from the 147
will do the same.

All right. We're falling back.

118 is on the move.

How we doing, 147?

Donato.
Headed out to meet you now.

Okay. I-I'm just working out
how to do this.

Just like that, I guess.

-Evan Buckley. Nice job.
-Lucy Donato.

I give yours a seven.

Okay, let's move

into position two.
Ravi, Duncan,

you're topside.

How's everyone doing in here?

All right, Ravi,
extend the ladder.

Ladder's on the move.

I know this is scary.
I'm gonna get you out.

Kids, you're gonna be first,
okay? You're gonna grab onto us.

Hang on tight.

-Okay. Okay.
Okay.

-Pull him down.
Okay, let's go, let's go.

All right, hold on.

There you go.
You guys are doing great.

I got you.

All right, Dad,
watch your speed.

Keep it steady.

Hold on.
I got you.

-I got you.
Okay.

You're next, okay?

Gonna be nice and easy.

...reports
of an explosive device

inside the vehicle,

rigged to go off should it
reduce speed.

Now, we're watching live
as two children

are being pulled to safety.

Linda, tell them not
to take the driver

-out of the truck.
-Why not?

Give me your earpiece.

Put me through
to the rescue team.

Guys. Guys, it's Eddie.

Do not move the driver.

A bomb like that
is a sophisticated device.

There could be a pressure switch
somewhere that senses

the driver's movements.

Let me talk to the driver.
Sir, I need you to check

around your seat,

under the gas pedal.

Look for wires or anything
that looks or feels

out of place.

I-I see something.

Under the gas pedal, like

a metal bar with springs.

What is it? What do I do?

It's called a pressure switch.

Do not

take your foot off the gas.

Okay, everything's
gonna be fine.

-Just sit tight.
Uh, yeah,

problem with that plan.

We don't have
a lot of freeway left.

So what's the move?

Dad, for now,
you stay in the truck. Mom

and everyone else off.

We keep you moving,

load two of my guys,
and we defuse it in motion.

-We're switching seats.
-What?!

I put my foot on the gas first.
You slide underneath me.

-I stay, you go.
-No. Have you lost your mind?

Sasha,
I've run all the versions.

You live, I go.

The boys have their dad, okay?

We both die,
your parents take them.

Your mother may be horrible
to me,

but she adores those children.

The version I can't live with

is you gone and me hearing
your mother teaching them

to hate me
because I let you die.

Ma'am,

it may not be my place,

but we're a little short
on time here.

You don't know her.

-I think I have
a pretty good idea.
You have

a horrible mother-in-law too?

I have a mother who matches

her description.
She hated my husband.

But eventually,

she warmed up to him.

How?

He asked her for help.

Made her feel needed.

Come on! We got to go!
Now, ma'am,

please, get out of the truck.

Honey, I'll be right behind you.

Let's go!

Come on. We got you.

Buckley, Donato, grab mom

and evacuate the pickup now!

We need to fall back
and let the bomb squad

get to work.

-Ravi! Hey!
-Be right back!

Hey!

118, heads up.

Dad's coming your way.

Then who's driving the truck?

Hey, Donato, come on!

Okay, I'm gonna stick this
around your waist, okay?

Just keep yourself
nice and low.

Okay, Ravi,

last one!

-Okay, okay. Ready?
-Yeah.

All right.

Dad's on the move.

Donato, let's go!

Come on, Buckley!

I got you. I got you.

Vehicle evacuated.

All units fall back.

So the bomb was fake?

Nope.

Hey, Eddie.

Headed out?
Big plans tonight?

Josh. Hi. Uh, nothing big.

Just having drinks
with a few friends.

That sounds fun.
Unlike earlier,

with the bomb in the truck.

That was
a pretty wild situation.

It sure was.

Great catch
on the secondary trigger.

Thanks.

You know, you could've come
to me with your concerns.

-It felt like
time was of the essence.
-Around here

time is always of the essence.

But you are an LAFD liaison,

not a dispatcher.

You are a guest in this house.
Act like it.

Don't ever hijack
one of our calls again.

Sorry. Won't happen again.

Good.

Then I'll see you tomorrow.

Mm-hmm.

What seemed like a hoax...

Hey, uh, can you turn up
the volume?

...still have no lead
on the source of the bomb

or even a motive.
But the family of four

is safe tonight, thanks
to a truly daring rescue.

Just incredible how two of
LAFD's finest pulled this off.

Man, that's the second time
they ran it this hour.

We're, like,
the best action show

-on TV.
-You're gonna do wonders
for their ratings.

Oh, yeah, we are.

Ratings. That is something

only an L.A. firefighter
would care about.

What'd they, uh, what'd they

care about in Minnesota,
Cap-- cheese?

It's Wisconsin
that's cheesy, Buck.

In Minnesota,
we care about the official

-state grain of wild rice.
-Well.

There's an official state grain?

-Yeah.
Wait, so you were
a firefighter

-up there? Oh, wow.
-Yeah.

I thank God I'm an L.A. native.

I can't imagine doing
what we do every day

in subzero temperatures.

-Oh.
-A little Alberta Clipper
never hurt anybody.

It's good for your skin.

I don't know what that is.

It's a low pressure area that
brings cold air down from Canada

-during the winter months.
Never mind.
-Ah.

-It's a boring topic.
-You sure, Cap?

-I'm enthralled.

Can I get you anything?

Are you with the firefighters?

No. I'm not.

All right, guys. Tell you what.
I'm calling it.

Listen, seriously,

you guys did great work
out there--

both of you-- even though
you did disobey an order, Lucy.

Oh, come... I was passing

the gas pedal
and the steering wheel

on my way out.

Hey, Cap. Uh...

before you go, can we talk
about Monday real quick?

You can't hate every day
that ends in a "Y," Hen.

-Give this guy a chance.
Come...

So what did he say about me?

He said
I should give you a chance.

I hope you do.

Look...

I know I've been talking
a lot of smack.

But the truth is...

it's 'cause I'm nervous.

What do you have
to be nervous about?

The 118,

working with you.

This is the assignment
everybody wants.

I'm worried
I'm not gonna keep up.

You're fine.

You're a very good paramedic.

But?

But it's not about you.

Because you don't want
anyone else in that chair.

You want your partner back.

Listen,

Chimney and I-- we...

When we were working together,
it didn't feel like work.

Just felt like I was out there
with my best friend.

And you can't replace that.

And I wouldn't try.

But I am willing
to put in the time,

to earn your trust
and your respect,

if you decide to let me.

Reading personnel files.

Drinks with the team
went that well?

It just made me realize

I can't keep putting off finding
someone, or two someones.

Pretty healthy stack
you got here.

I mean, shouldn't be a shortage
of qualified people.

Qualifications
aren't the problem.

-It's chemistry.

A good team has
a certain rhythm.

Everything falls into place.

Put the wrong person in there
and everything falls apart.

Ah, which is why I ride solo.

Because there's
too many variables

to contend with on a team.

Right now, I feel more like a
matchmaker than a fire captain.

Three months of blind dates,
still no match.

At least, not one
that Buck or Hen approve of.

They're just not ready
to move on.

Are you? I mean, maybe all this
pressure that you're putting

on yourself to find the exact
right person is just your way

of not making a decision.

Because deep down inside, you're
not ready to move on, either.

What the 118 had when that team
first came together was magic.

Best team I ever worked with,
maybe ever will.

How do you replace that?

You know, the 118
wasn't exactly a dream team

when you first got there.

More like an island
of misfit toys, huh?

Ah, there were one or two
bad apples in there.

That you tossed aside.

You didn't find a magical,
special team.

You built it.

And I know
that you can do it again.

So, uh, you're
an L.A. native, huh?

Feel like that's kind of rare.

Oh, I am very rare.

The one firefighter
in a family full of cops.

Wow. Doesn't that sound
like a fun family.

: Yeah.

Well...

like to keep 'em on their toes.

And, uh,
wha-what keeps you on...

on your toes?

The usual.

Jumping onto speeding vehicles
on the freeway,

leaping off
right before they blow up.

You know,
anything moving too fast.

Ah. Thank you.

Uh, uh, hey, wha-wha...
what is this?

Margaritas.
Hope you like 'em with salt.

You Ubered here, right?

Yeah, I did.

Great.

Maybe we can share a ride later.

Uh, you know,
I'm-I'm the other way.

-I-I would-I wouldn't
do that to you.

You don't even know
where I live.

Right. Uh, no. Of course.

Um, what-what I'm saying is
if we... if we were to share,

which, you know, we shouldn't...

: Relax, Buckley.

I just like watching you squirm.

Uh... yeah, I'm...

I'm not squirming.

You sure about that?

Uh, who-who should I have him

drop off first-- me or you?

I ordered the Uber, Buck.

Uh, she kept ordering drinks.

-So you kissed her?
-Nah. Nah, she. She kissed me.

-And?
-And I-I said no.

I said, "I have a girlfriend,"
and-and I ran away.

-Oh.
-Yeah.

Okay, so, no harm, no foul.

-No harm, no foul.
-It was just a misunderstanding,

and you never meant
for it to happen.

No.

Okay, I-I...

I may... I may have
kissed her back.

-Oh, Buck.
-No, I know, okay?

Uh, what do I do now?
I-I got to tell Taylor, right?

Yes. You have to be honest.

Wait. No.

Don't tell her.

It'll only make her upset
for no reason.

Right. Don't want to do that.

Unless... unless
you're gonna kiss Lucy again.

I didn't plan on kissing her
the first time.

You know, it just...
it just happened.

Tell Taylor, Buck.

You're a terrible liar.

She's gonna
figure it out anyway.

Okay, you're making me nauseous.

I'm gonna need you
to pick a side.

Honesty.
Honesty is the best policy.

Also, it's the easiest
to remember.

What are you doing?

Hey, buddy.
Sorry. Did I wake you?

I don't know.

Why are you awake?

I guess I'm just not used
to the nine-to-five life yet.

Body's still on
the 24-hour shifts now and then.

That doesn't make any sense.

Hmm.

No?

All right then, Doctor,

what's your diagnosis?

You miss being a firefighter.

You're right.

I guess I do.

So why'd you stop?

I thought you wanted me to stop.

I never said that.

You said it was scary
for you, Chris.

It is, sometimes.

But you are really brave,

and I can be brave, too.

-You don't belong here!
-I lived here first! I didn't

-ask you to show up.
Let's just...
Everyone, just

-calm down. Sir. I...
Calm down? You don't

have to live here. You don't
have to see this every day.

-Sergeant Grant!
-What's the disturbance?

-He is. Look at all this crap.
-It's not...

-He won't clean it up.
-It's not crap.
It's my property.

Every morning I look out
my window, and this is my view.

It's unsanitary
and it's unsightly.

-Those words are subjective,
right?
- Oh.

Huh. That family just listed
way below comps

to get away
from this creep's junkyard.

That's not subjective.
He's hurting my wallet.

So far, what I'm hearing
is a complaint to the city,

not a reason to call 911.

They didn't call. I did. Okay,

these people are trespassing.

They've been stealing
my property.

-They are harassing me.
-Your property?

You fished half this junk
out of our trash!

No! Oh!

It's only junk if it's not
useful, which all of this is.

Okay, do you have any idea

how hard it is
to find diodes like these?

Oh, I'll put 'em somewhere

-you'll be able to find 'em!
-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey.

-Hey.
All right,
all right. Enough.

-Get back.
-Both of you, to your corners.

-I'm watching you.
-Oh,

is that a threat?
He threatened me. That's right.

-All right, we...
-You heard him.

-He threatened me.
-We have plenty of room

in the back of that car
for the both of you.

I...

Williams,
start taking statements.

-I'll be right back.
-What? No. Where are you...?

-Where's she going?
She'll be back.

-Just stay right there.
-Sergeant Grant.

I heard you're
moving in a hurry.

Is that because
of the car bomber?

That man knew where we lived.
He's still out there.

We'll just feel safer
someplace else.

Even if it is
at my mother-in-law's.

Oh. On her invitation?

I took your advice.

All I needed to do was just
reach out and ask her for help,

and... now she loves me.

You're here for Trashcan Kurt?

Well, he doesn't seems to be too
well-liked around these parts.

We have tried.
We've even offered to clean up,

but he just refuses.

My husband even filed
for a court order

to force him to clean up.

Oh, yeah? How'd that go?

We didn't even make it to court.
I just...

With everything
that's gone on, it's...

It just didn't
feel important anymore.

So you dropped the court order?

The man who called you
about the bomb--

you said he knew things
about you.

Yeah. He said
he knew our kids' names,

what my husband did
for a living.

It was like he was watching us
the whole time.

Like he was right outside
your house, looking in?

That's what he said--
"I'm watching you."

Go inside
and lock all the doors, now.

This is 727-L-30
requesting immediate backup

at 573 Dunham Lane.

Possible bombing suspect.
Pursuing him into his home.

You two! Get inside.
Williams,

go around back,
keep an eye out for trip wires.

Who knows what
he's got cooked up in there.

Everyone, back in your homes!

Sir!

This is the LAPD.
If you do not open this door,

we are coming in.

Dispatch, this is 727-L-30.

We need a RA unit. He may have
sustained minor injuries.

Bomber suspect is in custody.

-Eddie.
-Hey, Bobby.

Sorry for showing up
out of the blue.

I wanted to talk to you
before you started your shift.

Always happy to see you.
Come on in.

All right.
What did you want to talk about?

My request to transfer back
to the 118.

Okay, what's going on?

Nothing. I realized
I made a mistake,

and I want to fix that.

I'm ready to come home.

We talked about this
before you left.

I know, I know.

You tried to talk me out of it.
Uh, you were right.

It isn't about
being right, Eddie.

I just want to understand
what's changed.

It wasn't three months ago
you asked to transfer out,

now you want back in.

Christopher was struggling.

He wasn't the only one.

You said that.

I agreed to a transfer,

we found you a spot at dispatch,
but you don't seem better.

Are you sleeping at all?

It's been a rough few months.

I don't think I...
gelled there, yeah.

I remember when I first
went on medical leave.

It was like
all the noise outside stopped,

but the noise
inside my head got louder.

I think, sometimes,
the life we lead,

the hours we keep, our focus
on other's well-being--

we wind up ignoring our own.

That's not
what's happening here.

I... I'll be fine.

Once I'm back on the job.

I think that might need
to wait a little while.

You're saying no?

-Is this punishment for leaving?
-No.

This is concern.
I'm not saying never.

But for your sake
and the sake of the team,

I can't have you back
the way you are right now.

You need to go talk to someone,
work out whatever's going on.

I don't need
a mental health check.

Just need my job back.

You've known me
long enough to know

those things go hand in hand.

I can go to another house.

Well, you better hope they don't
call me for a recommendation.

You know, when the brass
was coming for you,

when they were trying
to fire you, I had your back.

I supported you, and now
you're trying to turn on me?

Eddie, that's not
what's going on here.

-I'm looking out for you.
-You're gonna stand there

with a hundred-something
bodies on you

and tell me
I'm not fit for duty?

Go to hell, Bobby.

Uh, hey.

Hey.

Can we talk?

Okay. Yeah.

Just, um, give me one minute.

It's, uh, it's-it's important.

Okay.

Everything all right?

You look like
you're about to throw up.

Oh.

Uh, um...

th-things have-have been great

with us.

Or real-really great.

Uh, this is easily the most

functional relationship
I-I've ever been in.

Well, careful
with the sweet talk.

It might go to my head.

I-I just... I-I want to say
that I-I love you.

And-and I do,

and I-I would never

intentionally do anything
to hurt you.

Spit it out, Buckley.

Uh...

I-I think-I think
you should move in with me.

You did

what?!
-I know, okay?
I-I... I panicked.

I was gonna tell her,
but she looked so... pre-hurt.

I had to say something else.

And what did she say?

Well, she was surprised,
and, uh...

and then, she-she said yes.

And now the two of you
are living together?

Well, not for a few weeks.

Uh, she-she's got to pack
and get out of her lease.

Are you familiar with the term
"out of the frying pan

and into the fire"?

Come on. It's-it's
gonna be fine, all right?

Taylor and I already
spend all our time together.

What's the difference?

Buck, a relationship changes
when suddenly neither of you has

your own place
to run to, especially

when there's something
you're running from.

I'm not running
from anything, okay?

I... I love Taylor.

And Lucy?

I don't ever have
to see her again.

Everybody upstairs.
Rundown in five.

I've got some
announcements to make.

Hey, what was the deal
with Eddie

-at the bar the other night?
-He was there? I didn't see him.

I texted him. I just...
I thought he was a no-show.

Well, I saw him
in the parking lot,

-and he just kind of
blew me off.
-Weird.

-Yeah.
-Wonder what's going on.

Why do I get the feeling that
man is one of the announcements?

Morning, everyone.
As you all know,

we've been two people light
these last few months.

We've had some great people
fill in, but I think

it's time
to stop the revolving door.

You all know Jonah.
He's been with us

for a few shifts.
He's done an excellent job.

And he'll be our new paramedic.

: Damn it.
Thanks, Captain.

I'm really happy to be here

-and be a part of the team.
-Doesn't seem so bad.

He'll probably be
a good partner.

What are you doing right now?

I-I'm looking
on the bright side,

trying to be a better Buck.

Well, stop it.

Who's gonna be the other one?

Someone you also know,
just not as well.

Lucy Donato.

Welcome to the 118.

-Oh, no.
-Oh, yes.

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