All language subtitles for 9-1-1 Lone Star S04E05

(hawk screeches)

(mysterious music playing)

(operatic singing)

(trills)

(singing continues)

Hey. (panting)
You okay?

♪

What the hell
are you doing here, man?

I really wish
you hadn't seen that.

-(gun clicks)
-(gasps deeply)

(gunshot)

(cawing)

(theme music plays)

James Dean.
Steve McQueen.

Peter Fonda.

Dennis Hopper.

Now you.

-Martin?
-Clark.

-Clark.
-Myska.

-Myska.
-It's Czech.

Ah. My point is that today
you're not just buying a bike,

you're buying a legacy.

You know, when you roll up
to your, uh, medical practice?

Podiatry Group. Yeah.

Everyone in that parking lot

is gonna hear this kitten purr.

And you gotta admit,
it's in pristine condition.

Oh, it is beautiful.
But is it safe?

Oh, in the right hands
it's no more dangerous

than an exercise bike.

Really?

Because my wife says

motorcycles
are like ten times

more likely to be involved
in a fatal accident.

MATEO CHAVEZ:
Thirty-five times, actually.

That's why they
call 'em donor-cycles.

-Donor-cycles?
-MATEO: Yeah.

Like the organs,
when we're able to salvage them.

CLARK MYSKA:
Oh, I see.

OWEN STRAND:
Look, look, look.

The danger is
what makes it sexy.

And makes you sexy on it.

You know, I think I have enough
danger in my life as it is.

What... getting rid of
bunions and plantar warts?

Thanks for your time.

Alright, Chavez, you're
on toilet duty for a week.

Why are you even
selling the hog?

I thought you loved this thing.

No. A hog is specifically
for Harley-Davidson.

This is a Bobber.

Okay, then why are you
selling your Bobber?

Yeah, I thought you were,
like, full-on Fozzie now.

You mean Fonzie?
Fozzie was a muppet.

Anyway, my chapter
on two wheels is over.

It lasted all of three weeks.

No, I'm just ready
for a new challenge.

Oh, and I have someone else.

A potential buyer coming,
so shut your mouth.

Okay.

Now, that
is a fine-lookin' machine.

Well...

I can safely say that you would
look smokin' hot on my Bobber.

-(laughter)
-MATEO: Ohh. (laughs)

Captain Strand,
I'm Asha Fulton,

your Department Advocate

from the Professional
Standards Division

of AFD Internal Affairs.

I'm from HR.

Okay, let me explain
my statement

about you being on my Bobber.

ASHA FULTON:
Captain Strand,
I'm afraid I'm here

to investigate
a recent complaint.

I'm going to need to speak
with you in your office.

So it's serious.

Um, what am I being accused of?

It's better we talk
behind closed doors.

Alright.
Let's get this over with.

BOY (over phone):
I'm so dead.

-What's your name, sweetheart?
-BOY: Linus.

GRACE RYDER:
Hi, Linus. My name is Grace.

I'm gonna help you, okay?

Can you tell me what's wrong?
Are you hurt?

-LINUS: I'm stuck.
-GRACE: Okay.

Stuck where, baby?

LINUS: My tables.
I can't... Argh!

Ladder 119, we have a minor
with a possible injury,

337 Clinton Place.

Linus, sweetheart, did you say

you were stuck under a table?

No. I'm stuck on
my multiplication tables.

It's for homework.

Oh! Okay.

Ladder 119, cancel that.
We're good.

(key clacks)

Um, Linus, you know

you're only
supposed to call 9-1-1

if you have an emergency.

But this is an emergency.
It's due tomorrow.

Miss Olsen says
if we don't turn in
our assignments every day,

we don't get to
go to the pizza party.

I'm so close.

-Oh, okay.
-LINUS: Please help.

Well, I'm sorry. I didn't
realize how much was at stake.

Um, what question
are you stuck on?

Seven times seven,
seven times eight,

seven times nine...

I have to do
all my sevens tonight.

Oh, come on, Linus.
The sevens are easy.

LINUS:
No, they're not.
They're impossible.

-GRACE: Not if
you know the trick.
-There's a trick?

-Mm-hmm.
-LINUS: What trick?

Do you know
the "Happy Birthday" song?

If you sing the answers
to the sevens times tables,

it sounds just like
"Happy Birthday."

LINUS:
That's not real.

GRACE: Okay. (singing)
♪ 7, 14, 21

♪ 28, 35

♪ 42, 49

♪ 56 and 63

LINUS:
That's awesome! Hang on,
I have to write these down.

Fifty-six. Sixty-three...

That's only up to nine.

Oh, my God. (laughs)

♪ 70, 77, 84...

LINUS:
Now, I'm never
gonna forget them.

Can I ask you
one more thing?

Yes. Oh, no. I don't have
a song for the eights, baby.

-I'm so sorry.
-Dang. Okay.

Thank you, Miss Grace.

Oh, you too, Linus.
You take care.

SARA ORTIZ:
I did not know you were
such a math whiz.

I should have you do my taxes.

Not a math whiz,
just a math fan.

Bet you always got to go to
the pizza parties, didn't you?

(singsongy)
Why, yes, I did.

(laughter)

9-1-1. What's your emergency?

ASHA:
Captain Strand, it's been said

you foster a certain culture
here at the 126.

I'd like to think so.

Can you describe it for me?

Professional.

Diverse and, uh, inclusion,

equity, belonging
are core values.

You're welcome to
walk around my firehouse.

-See for yourself.
-ASHA: I have.

But we both know
the 126 has a reputation

for something else, too.

Do we?

A so-called "cowboy culture."

Yeah. Okay. I know
what this is about now.

-You do?
-Yeah.
I also know who sent you.

And who would that be?

Pearce Risher,
my old paramedic,

he, uh, he lodged
a complaint, didn't he?

Unfortunately, I can't
disclose that information.

Oh, well, I can disclose that
he's a disgruntled prima donna

whose, uh,
departure was mutual.

-Both times he worked here?
-TOMMY VEGA: That's right.

Mm-hmm. Both times.

Were any words said
when he left?

-On either occasion.
-Uh...

I may have called him a coward.

We called him that because
he was a coward, and a jerk.

And you can,
you can write that down

in your little book
if you want to.

Now, would you say name-calling

is common practice
in this firehouse?

You must be
talking about Lard Ass.

Lard Ass?

There was no body shaming.

The man's torso was stuck
in a drive-through window.

Cap got the brilliant idea

to slather
the man's hindquarters

in rendered pig fat.

-Ergo...
-Lard Ass.

Do you happen to know
this man's actual name?

I would love to get
a statement from him, too.

No, but I'm sure
you can get it

from the
Texas State Prison system.

(sighs) He's in for murder.

Happened right in front of me.

Bam, bam.

I should have seen it coming.

If Cap hadn't tackled the guy,

it could have been
a lot worse.

Do we know each other?

I don't think so.

And you're sure
there's been no other time

you've ever heard
an insult or a slur

directed at someone
in the field?

I will remind you,
you may be called
to testify to this.

There may be one other one.

It's gonna sound a lot worse
without the context.

-Try me.
-He called the dude
a woman-beater-cuck.

-Cuck?
-NANCY GILLIAN:
As in a "cuckold."

It's like when a man's wife is,
like, is bangin' another dude.

ASHA:
I know what a cuckold is.

Owen only said that to goad
the man into striking him

so that the cops would have
an excuse to arrest him.

Goaded. I see.

The guy was
a total abuser, okay?

He was gonna
hurt his wife and kids

and my dad stopped him.

I really wish
it hadn't come to that.

He would never do something
stupid like that again.

Did he do something
stupid like that again?

Is there anything else
you wanna tell me?

Yes, there is, actually.

I've said my piece.

Captain Strand
rebuilt this firehouse

from the studs up twice.

No, thank you.

He gets the best out of
every firefighter here.

No, ma'am, there is not.

So whatever he's done
this time, I assure you,

his intentions were good.

ASHA:
I appreciate that.

I do.

But this inquiry
is not into your captain.

No?

So, who's it about, then?

It's about you, firefighter.

♪

♪ Ah, wipe out

I'm sorry. There must be
some sort of mistake here.

I'm-I'm like the poster child

for creating
a healthy workplace environment.

I moved to Austin
to pursue a healthy
workplace environment.

You really have no idea
what this is about?

No. Hand to God.

Do you recall the events
of Monday, January 9th,

the rescue of the mobile home?

Yes. I recall being lowered
from a chopper onto a house

that was being driven
by a deranged man
down Highway 9

with his ex-wife
trapped screaming inside.

According to the IR,
you were the lead

on extracting the wife
from the home.

-Is that correct?
-Oh.

(Lila yells)

Is this about the skylight?

This is about what happened
after the skylight.

I'm here to rescue you!

I am not leaving this house!

I am standing my ground!

-(rumbling)
-(gasps)

Specifically when you attempted

to harness Lila Geralds.

My rope work was sound.
I did all my checks.

She was properly clipped
and clamped.

This is not about
your rope work.

Do you remember
what you said on the radio

before you made egress
from the residence?

Uh, not word for word.

OWEN (over radio):
Hey, Marjan,
what's the holdup?

Slight holdup being
that she's a crazy lady, Cap!

-Does that sound accurate?
-Could have been.

Can you tell me
why you felt the need
to use language like that?

I had to compel her
to move her butt.

She says you
made her feel unsafe.

(scoffs)
I made her feel unsafe?

We-we were hanging from
a helicopter with her husband

doing 50 on the highway,
and I made her feel unsafe?

Are you aware that "crazy"
is considered a slur?

-Yes.
-ASHA: You know from
your department manual

that we value the emotional
well-being of the public

as much as their
physical well-being.

And we consider it
the duty of a firefighter

to protect both at all times
to the best of their abilities.

Jeopardizing either
is a serious offense.

So, how much trouble
am I looking at here?

Uh, it's me, Linus.
Are you okay?

LINUS (over phone):
Please, you have to help me.

I'm in so much trouble.

It's all burned.

-What's all burned?
-LINUS: Mac and cheese.

I thought I did everything
just like my mom.

But then the oven
started smoking.

Okay. Is anything on fire?

No, just smoke.
But it's all gone now.

-I turned it off.
-Okay. Well, that's good.

But you shouldn't be
using the oven on your own.

Did you burn yourself?

No, just the casserole dish.

You have to help me
clean this dish.

It was my great-grandma's.

My mom's gonna kill me
if she wakes up and sees this.

Linus, don't you
have school today?

Mom has a headache
so she said I could

stay home
and watch Star Wars.

-She's taking a nap.
-Mm-hmm.

And does your mom take
a lot of naps during the day?

Lately, I guess.

When she gets her headaches.

LINUS' MOM:
Linus, are you on the phone?

Who are you talking to?

Uh, 9-1-1.

LINUS' MOM:
Why are you calling 9-1-1?

LINUS:
I burned your dish.
I didn't know how to clean it.

LINUS' MOM:
That is not something
you call 9-1-1 for.

(slurring speech)
You only call 9-1-1
in emergen-shees.

Darn it, Linus,
they can arrest you for that.

Give me the phone.
Hello?

Mrs. McKinley.

Hi. This is, uh, Grace Ryder

from Austin
Emergency Services.

Don't worry.
I can assure you nobody
is getting arrested today.

I'm so sorry.
My "fun" knows better.

He won't trouble you anymore.

No, that's okay.
He's no trouble at all.

You have a good one, okay?

(quiet sigh)

She was asking me
so many questions
I couldn't keep up.

I mean, I don't know
if I said the right answer.

I mean, God, I hope
I didn't say the wrong one.

You told the truth,
and that's all you can do.

I just hope I didn't
get Cap in more trouble
than he's already in.

-MARJAN MARWANI:
Cap's not in trouble.
-JUDD RYDER: He ain't?

Uh, yeah, no, um, nothing.

He's-he's clear.

-Oh!
-Told you.

Thank God.

Well, then, who got in trouble?

-PAUL STRICKLAND: Oh, no.
-JUDD: Aw, man.

-Wait, you?
-Marjan!

-Marj.
-Remember that lady

that we had to pull out
of the runaway house?

Yeah, of course.

You remember the moment

where I called her crazy?

Yeah, on the radio.

I guess that triggered her.

What? That's crazy!

I mean, ridiculous.
That's ridiculous.

So what are we, uh, what are
we lookin' at punishment-wise?

She said they like to keep
their options elastic

until the IR board
has reviewed all the facts.

So, um, could be a slap
on the wrist or could be worse.

I mean, look, in hindsight,

I had no clinical evidence
to call her that.

So, yeah, maybe that was wrong.

Marj... (sighs)

I guess it only makes
sense that this could ruin

everything I've ever
worked for in my career.

Like, if I wanted to be
more technically accurate,

I probably should have
called her a blubbering fool

or a suicidal moron
or an inbred.

-I just--
-Marwani.

Put a clamp on it.

Rest of you,
you're officially back on shift.

So get your heads right.

A word, please?

Look, I think you need
to be very careful

about what you're
saying right now.

I just don't want you
to dig yourself any deeper.

What, I'm not allowed to vent?

I just got a HR sucker punch.

It's not like the crew
are gonna turn me in.

No, no, I'm not
worried about them.

I'm just saying,
I think you need to assume

that there are ears everywhere.

Look, I've been in
your exact same place.

I know what you're
going through.

I've been in
the crosshairs of HR

over something stupid.

Okay, well, that wasn't
my exact position

because I called the lady
a mean name,

and you knocked out
the deputy fire chief.

Hm, let's not split hairs.

He wasn't the deputy fire chief
when I hit him.

He was
the deputy fire chief elect.

Ah, right.

And I am the one
splitting hairs.

It's hard to have
the sword of Damocles
over your head,

but the good news is

that they wanna see us
at headquarters today.

Today? H-how is
that good news?

Because it means they're not
gonna draw this process out.

-(sighs deeply)
-This is usually the last step.

Oh, my God, I just wanna
crawl into a hole and hide.

Why do you think
I ran for the hills?

I'm just sayin'.
I got your back on this.

(bell ringing)

MAN (over radio):
Public assist. Public assist.

I need you to stand down
on this one.

You're benching me?

You're... Uh...

How is that having my back?

I don't want anybody
in the field

whose head's in the rinse cycle.

Not good for anyone.

Have a chai. Relax.

Dress uniform.
Five o'clock.

(siren wailing)

(horn blares)

MARJAN:
Can I help you?

Oh, hi.

Uh, is Captain Strand around?

No, he's not.

This is his firehouse,
though, right?

Yeah, but he's out with
his team on a call right now.

They left you behind?

Is there something
I can help you with?

You're Firefox, right?

MARJAN: Uh, yeah.

MAN:
Oh. I'm-I'm a big fan.

I started following you
on Instagram

after the attack
in the state capitol last year.

That was you guys, right,
the, uh, the 126?

Well, not just us,
but we were there, yeah.

Y'all always seem
to get the big ones, huh?

Judging by your Instagram.

Uh, you know, life downtown.
Never a dull moment.

Well, maybe sometimes
a dull moment, eh?

(Marjan chuckles)

Must be pretty rewarding, huh?

Doing work
that actually matters.

Helping people.

Yeah, it's not always
an action movie, though.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

I'm a veteran. Army.

Thank you for your service.

MAN:
That's why I'm here, actually,

uh, to continue
being of service.

Is there, like, uh,
an application I can fill out
or something?

Uh, we don't really
have applications,

but I can, I can
get you an interest card

if you just
hang back for a sec.

That'll be great.
Thank you.

MARJAN: Yeah.

(exhales)

This, uh, this has
all the websites on it.

It should help get you started.

Will do. Thank you.
Appreciate it.

No worries.

Is there something else
I can help you with?

No. Thank you.

Alright. Good luck.

Maybe see you out there
on the field one day.

Oh, yeah, yeah.
You just might, huh?

Hey, Sara. How's it going?

Hmm, city planner's killing me.

He wants
the new budget by Friday.

And, no, we don't have room
for pizza parties.

Hmm. Well, you know,
this room is called

the break room for a reason.

And yet you brought your laptop.

(scoffs) I did. Um...

There was something I want
to talk to you about, actually.

-SARA: Mm-hmm.
-Linus McKinley.

You know the boy who called
about his math homework?

SARA: Mm-hmm.

Well, he called again.

-What, he have a history quiz?
-(laughs) No.

He burned some macaroni
in his great-grandmother's dish.

It was in the middle
of a school day, though,

and his mom was asleep
in the next room.

I see.

So what do you think?

-Listen.
-(laptop beeps)

LINUS' MOM (over laptop):
9-1-1? Why are you
calling 9-1-1?

LINUS (over laptop):
I burned your dish.
I didn't know how to clean it.

LINUS' MOM:
That is not something
you call 9-1-1 for.

You only call 9-1-1
in emergen-shees.

Darn it, Linus,
they can arrest you for that.

Give me the phone. Hello?

GRACE (over laptop):
Mrs. McKinley. Hi.

This is, uh, Grace Ryder
from Austin Emergency Services.

Don't worry.
I can assure you nobody
is getting arrested today.

LINUS' MOM:
I'm so sorry.
My "fun" knows better.

-He won't trouble you--
-(key clacks)

Did you hear that? She said,
"My 'fun' knows better."

Could've been
a slip of the tongue.

Hmm. I think she's
slurring her words here.

And I pulled her file.

She got a DWI six years ago.

Was the kid in the car with her?

No, this was after the divorce.

So according to her statement
to law enforcement,

she, um, said
he was at his father's.

What do you suggest we do?

I think we send
a cruiser to the house.

Maybe just
for a wellness check.

You could do that.

Is there any reason I wouldn't?

You may well be right.
You usually are.

But if you're wrong
and you send a cop
to that house,

if they find so much as
a pointy object outta place...

They'll call child services.

And once they're involved,

you're opening a Pandora's box.

This is your call
to make, Grace.

You have my full support.

Whatever you decide.

-Thanks.
-SARA: Mm-hmm.

Why do I feel like
I'm going to my own funeral?

Just breathe, Marwani,
you'll be fine.

They're totally gonna
suspend me, aren't they?

Look, in my experience
with these things,

it's best to just agree
to whatever they say
and move on.

Hmm, that's funny.
I remember you doing
the exact opposite last year.

Yeah, I learned my lesson,
and so should you.

-Oh, and also, don't do that.
-Do what?

The thing where you
point out the actual facts.

They-they hate that.

That is not a thing I do.

Yeah, it is,
more than you think.

Okay, well, even if
I occasionally do it,

which I dispute,
it's only when I'm right.

They don't care who's right.

So, whatever they do,
whatever they say,

whatever buttons they push,

you need to resist the urge
to say something snarky,

which we both know for you
is a potential growth area.

Is it, though?

So, j-just lock it up.

Locking it up, Cap.

(door opens,
footsteps approach)

They're ready for you.

"They're" ready for us?

OWEN:
Hmm.

(exhales)

MITCH GERALDS:
Just be strong, Lila.
I'm right here.

(door closes)

ASHA:
Captain Strand.
Firefighter Marwani.

You remember
Mitch and Lila Geralds?

Yeah, um, I thought
you two were divorced.

Oh, we've decided to reconcile.

If any good has come
from the distress

my wife has endured,

-it's that we're back together.
-(slight chuckle)

Oh, well, that's good.

Which is why
we're not interested

in destroying your life.

The Geralds feel like
we can get this
all resolved right here.

How is he not in jail?
How's he not in jail?

ASHA:
Uh, Captain Strand.

No, he kidnapped his wife,

he illegally secured a home,

and drove it down two freeways

without yielding
to law enforcement,

putting his wife, the public,
and my team at risk.

-How is he
sitting in this room?
-They gave me a fine.

They gave you a fine.
Not even traffic school?

Oh, Captain Strand,
that's not why we're here, so.

That-that's right.

The reason we're here

is because of
my inappropriate language.

It was unprofessional
and unacceptable.

My job was to protect you,

not insult you, Mrs. Geralds.

What I said,
calling you a crazy lady,

it was out of line
and it was messed up.

And hurtful.

And hurtful.

And probably a little sexist.

That certainly wasn't my intent.

But I am so ashamed
I said it.

I'm sorry.
Truly, Mrs. Geralds.

That was beautiful.

Wasn't that beautiful?

Very heartfelt.

I could feel the sincerity.

-MARJAN: It's real.
-MITCH: Good.

You should do it just like that.

Do what?

What you just did.
Apologize.

I just did.

Uh, the Geralds
would like you

to publicly post your apology

on social media.

We understand you have
five million followers?

Uh, Firefox, right?

5.2 million.

You wanna publicly
shame her?

She saved your life.

I don't see where the shame is.

Unless she didn't mean it.

-I meant it.
-MITCH: Great.

So just do it like that.

And, uh, make sure
to tag our GoFundMe.

Your GoFundMe.
For-for what?

We lost our house
in this tragedy.

We're homeless now.

Yes, because this maniac
drove your house

into an overpass.

Yeah, I feel like you kinda
herded me into that.

I herded you?
You were herded?

-Cap. Cap.
-Yeah.

Look, um, I don't
really have a problem

making this apology public,
if that's what you want.

I'm just, I'm-I'm not sure

I feel comfortable
soliciting money

from my followers.

That's up to you.

But if we're not a charity,

we'll probably have to end up
being plaintiffs.

LILA GERALDS:
We sure would like this
to be over.

But it doesn't have to be.

♪

We're just simple folks
with simple dreams.

Of love, family,
and a roof over our heads.

But due to the reckless actions
of law enforcement

and the fire department,
we lost everything.

All we're asking for here
is $750,000--

I don't know, you guys,
I-I don't think

I can get behind this.

Well, look, Marj, you don't
have to get behind it, okay?

-You just have to tag it.
-MATEO: It's true.

I mean, one click
and it's done.

Tagging it is
as good as endorsing

everything they're saying,
and it's just,

it's too gross, I think...

I think I need to take a stand.

Hell, yeah, dude.
Good for you.

Uh, no, not good for you.

And, Nancy, please
do not encourage her.

She refuses to do this,

and she's facing
suspension or worse.

You can't expect me
to hold my nose and sign off

on something
that I don't believe in.

Oh really?
Because that is exactly

what you asked
Cap to do last year,

when you drove out to him
in the middle of a blizzard.

Yeah, that's right. I mean,
you shamed him pretty good

into signing
that apology letter
for punching Billy.

I mean, he signed it
and he wasn't even sorry.

(grunts)
That's the whole point.
I am sorry.

If this was a pure,
untainted apology,

I would do it in a heartbeat.

Look, Marj, I get it.

It sucks.

But we need you in the 126.

Hell, all of Austin
needs you in the 126.

Not as much as
people need Firefox.

You know, most of my followers
are young people.

They look up to me.

Do you have
any idea how often
they stop me in the street

just to say thank you
for being who I am?

And if they watch me
sign off on a lie,

what kind of example
does that set for them?

Yeah, but is it really better
than watching you get fired?

Honestly? I...

I don't know.

JUDD:
Can you believe
Marjan got in trouble

for callin' a crazy lady crazy?

Hmm. That's a shame.

I would shudder to think about
what they would've done to me

and Garrity for half the stuff

we said to each other
back in the day.

GRACE: Hmm.
Yeah, no doubt about it.

No doubt about what?

GRACE: Huh?

-Huh?
-(Charlie coos)

Oh, um, about what you
were saying just now.

Which was what, darling?

Oh, you were
decrying the state

of PC culture run amok
and whatnot.

And "whatnot."

I didn't hear what you said.

(both chuckle)

So maybe
somebody else's gears

are grinding a little bit.

I mean, you've been
drying that same plate

for quite a spell now, Gracie.

-GRACE: Hmm.
-What's going on?

(clicks tongue)

Well, there's this boy.

JUDD: Mm-hmm.

GRACE:
Sweet little boy.

He keeps calling in to 9-1-1,

uh, for little stuff.

Help with his math homework
and-and cleaning the dishes.

Hell, I should've
thought of that.

(chuckles) Stop it.

I really think somethin'
might be going on at home.

Like somethin' bad,
but if I'm wrong

and I send a cop over there,

then they could take
that boy from his mom.

-Scary.
-Yeah.

It is scary, but it's not
as scary as me being right

and then not doing anything.

And the not knowing is--
That's what's bothering me.

Well, it sounds like
you need to find out.

You know, it does.
It does sound like that.

Thank you so much,
my sweet husband.

How do you suggest
I go about doing that?

I imagine you have
this boy's address, yes?

-Mm-hmm.
-Mm-hmm. Okay.

So why don't you go
knock on the door,
find out for yourself?

And if you're wrong,
there's no harm, no foul.

-Oh, you mean now?
-Mm-hmm.

Well, what about Charlie?
It's past her bedtime.

Well, she sleeps better
in the car anyway.

Come on, mama.

Let's go.

Have I officially gone off
the deep end doing this?

Sweetheart, you are the best
in the world at what you do.

If ain't nothing goin' on,
then no big deal.

Okay.

I appreciate you saying that.
I needed to hear it.

Alright, let's go.

Oh, uh, no, not you.

Y'all stay here, okay?
I'll be back.

Wait, what?

The last thing this boy needs

is a big, scary man
showing up on his porch.

I'm a big, scary man?

You are a little scary, Judd.

-Oh. (sighs)
-Just a little bit.

Stay here, okay?
I'll be back.

(Judd clears throat)

You think I'm scary? Hmm?

(Grace exhales)

LINUS:
Is somebody out there?

Yeah. Hey, Linus.

Um, it's Grace from 9-1-1.

Miss Grace!

-Hi.
-LINUS: You're so pretty.

I thought you'd be old.

LINUS' MOM:
Linus, where are you, baby?

I'm at the door, Mom.

LINUS' MOM:
You should be
"blushing" your teeth.

(body thuds)

-LINUS: Mom!
-Ma'am?

-Ma'am, this is Grace Ryder
from Austin Emergency.
-LINUS: Mom!

GRACE:
Ma'am, is it okay
if I come in the house?

LINUS:
Please, you have to help her!

Draw four, Mama.

Oh, that's cold.

You know what?
You guys are little,

little crazy-eights assassins,
is what you are.

-(cell phone ringing)
-Oh.

Saved by the bell.

Hey, Gracie.

Hey, did you teach my girls
how to card shark

the last time you were here?

GRACE (over phone):
Tommy, I need your help.

Are you okay?

Listen, I'm with a woman.

She's a 30-something female.

She was stumbling
and she was slurring her words.

And she's unconscious now.

Sharon? Sharon,
I need you to wake up.

-TOMMY: Gracie, where are you?
-I'm in her house.

It's a single-family residence
in Crestview.

Why aren't you calling 9-1-1?

GRACE:
I did, but they're
12 minutes out.

TOMMY:
You said that--
that she was disoriented

and slurring her words.

Could it be an OD?

No. Her son said
she was clean and sober.

I don't see any alcohol
or paraphernalia around.

What else do you know
about her medical history?

I don't know anything.
She's a stranger.

I know she's been
have headaches.

-Sharon, I need you to wake up.
-Okay, Gracie.

Gracie, I need you
to stay with me, okay?

Tell me about
her pupillary response.

Her pupillary response?

Yes. Are they
contracting or dilating?

T, she's unconscious.
I told you.

Okay.
You-you can still do it.
It's no big deal.

It's not a big deal for you
because you're a paramedic.

I'm a dispatcher,
and I don't know what I'm doing.

So I need you
to walk me through it.

Gracie, I need you
to take a deep breath.

Okay?
I am right here with you.

Is she still breathing?

Yeah, she's breathing.

Now, I-I need you
to take your phone

and turn on
the flashlight function.

-Alright, it's on.
-TOMMY: Okay, good.

Take your fingers,
lift each one of her eyelids.

Shine the light. Tell me
what her pupils are doing.

GRACE:
Alright, her right eye
contracted normally.

TOMMY:
Alright, the left?

No, it's not contracting.

Okay, Gracie,
she's having a stroke.

-Oh, God.
-TOMMY: It's okay.
You got this.

-Can you get her into the car?
-I can. Judd is here.

But shouldn't we wait
for the ambulance?

It's faster if y'all
take her there yourselves.

With a stroke, time is brain.

-(shudders)
-Gracie.

Can you do this?

Yeah. Yeah. We're on our way.

Grace, y'all get
in the backseat,

I'm gonna lock her up in front.

GRACE: Okay.

Linus, come on, baby.
You're with me.

Alright, let's go.

(engine starts)

Hey, Linus.

Do you like candy bars?

Yeah.

Yeah?
What's your favorite kind?

I like all of them,
except the kind with coconut.

Me, too. I hate
the ones with coconut.

When I came in here,
I seen a vending machine

that looked like
it had candy bars

about the size of your arm.

Wanna see if we
go rustle one up?

Does that sound like
something you wanna do?

Let's go.
Y'all want anything?

Mm-mmm. I'm okay, babe.

How are you holding up?

Ask me when
his mama is out of surgery.

Before you got here,
the doctor said
that all the headaches

that she'd been having
up until now

were probably
mini strokes...

-Oh.
-...just leading up
to the main event.

It's a good thing
you were there tonight.

It's a good thing
you were there tonight,
Tommy,

when I called you.

Anytime.

I'm sorry...

that I bit your head
off tonight.

You did not bite my head off.

No. Well, okay.

Yes, just, but-- you--
Just-just a little nibble.

That's all.

It's just, it's so different...

being on the other side
of the call

when I got my headset in,
and I just...

I'm in front of the screen,
at least...

I-I feel some
sense of--

-Control.
-Yeah.

But when it's just all there
in front of you,

you feel completely--

Out of control.

I don't know how you do it.

You know this,

I never walk into
a situation blind either.

I have a great dispatcher
who is prepping me

on what I'm up against.

Either way,
I really do appreciate you.

Anytime.

And always.

-So, listen. (clears throat)
-Hmm?

Are you gonna tell me
what the hell

you were doing
at that woman's house?

Oh, God.

I'm gonna tell you
tomorrow, okay?

I promise. I promise.

I'm looking for Grace Ryder.

Is his mom gonna be okay?

We were able to remove the clot
and repair the artery.

What about brain damage?

DOCTOR:
We were able
to restore blood flow

before there was any
permanent tissue destruction.

I'm confident
she'll make a full recovery.

-Thank God.
-DOCTOR: She's very lucky

you got her here
in the golden hour.

If it had been 20 minutes later,

it would have been
a different story.

We're moving her
to recovery now.

Her son should be able
to see her in a few hours.

Thank you, doc.

How about that?

(chuckles)

Hardwood's all original,
exposed brick.

And just a stumble
and a bumble from 6th Street.

MAN:
It's nice.

BUILDING MANAGER:
It'll be a lot better than nice
when the reno is done.

You won't find anything
like it for $4,800.

Not with its
own parking space.

You married, Mr. Smith?

Yeah.

BUILDING MANAGER:
Any kids?

Yeah, I have a son.

-He's six.
-(cell phone ringing)

Oh. I apologize.

Would you excuse me?

Hello? Yes. Mm-hmm.

Full disclosure,
I'm showing it now.

But if it's still available,
I can do 9:15.

Okay. See you then.

So what do you say?

Should I cancel my 9:15?

It's tempting,

but I think $4,800 is
a little too rich for my blood.

But I appreciate your time.

Uh, no worries.

Um, I'll show you out.

-(siren wailing)
-(horn blares)

-Help!
-OWEN: Alright, Judd.

You swing the ladder
up to the building.

Marwani, Strickland,
you're going up.

Everybody else,
put a supply line.

Hey, y'all be quick
on your toes, too.

This looks like it's gonna
flashover any minute.

Cap, that is one hungry beast.

-Yeah, a little too hungry.
-JUDD: Yep.

WOMAN:
Help!

We need help over here!

MARJAN:
Is there anyone else up there?

My neighbor, Blake.
We can't get out!

(woman screams)

Stay where you are.
Stay where you are.

DISPATCHER (over radio):
Engine 126, I have
a caller on the line

reporting additional flames on
the south end of the structure.

OFFICER (over radio):
We have closures going up

at South Avenue
and 1st Street.

DISPATCHER:
126, be advised
backup units are en route.

OFFICER: EMS 150,
tracking four minutes out.

(indistinct radio chatter)

MARJAN:
Ma'am!

WOMAN:
We're back here!

-Blake, we have to go.
-No, I can't.

He won't let go,
he's too scared.

PAUL:
Okay. Ma'am, ma'am.

Why don't you
come with me, okay?

I'll get you to the ladder,
and our friend will take you

the rest of the way down.
Alright?

MARJAN: Sir!

I need you to
come with me, okay?

No, no, I can't.

MARJAN:
The whole building's
about to go.

We have to evacuate now.

No, don't-- No!
Don't touch me.

MARJAN:
Sir, I am ordering you
to let go and come with me.

I can't. I can't do heights.
I'd rather die.

OWEN (over radio):
Marwani, do you copy?

-MARJAN: Copy, Cap.
-What the hell's
going on up there?

The whole place
is about flashover.

MARJAN:
It's just that the occupant's
being a little...

Um, the occupant has very strong
reservations about leaving.

Reservations? Have him get
the hell outta there!

MARJAN:
Sir, look, I know you're afraid,

but I-I-I need you to be
reasonable with me, please.

No, just leave me.

PAUL:
Hey, you. We ain't waitin'!

MARJAN:
Ooh! (yelps)

PAUL:
Marjan, grab him.
Let's go.

Marj, we gotta go now.

Well, unless you guys
have any questions,

I think that about sums it up.

I'll see you guys
back at the office, okay?

I'm gonna stick around,
type up my notes.

(knocking)

Miss Fulton.
You got a minute?

Uh, that's a bit presumptuous.

Well, look, um,
I apologize for the drop-in,

but I really feel like
this can't wait.

I meant that you called me Miss.

How do you know it's not Missus?

Well, you wear a ring
on your right ring finger,

but your left pointer, and, um,

and another one
on your right thumb,

but there's no metal
where the wedding band goes.

Are you able to look through
solid objects, firefighter?

No. I noticed
in our first interview.

-I notice things.
-Huh.

Must come in handy
in the field.

Yeah, from time to time.

Hey, did you go
to Bishop Cross in Round Rock?

No.

Texas A&M, maybe?

No.

God, it's killing me.

I know I know you
from somewhere.

I bet I know what it is.

Fox 11 did a segment
on me last year,

after the blizzard.

I saved a local girl,
got trapped in the gym,

and the morning guy said
I was the, uh,

"Hero on Fire and Ice."

Which is kinda dumb, but, uh--

Yeah, that's not it.

Okay.
I'd love to stay in here

and throw darts
at the wall all day, but--

But you wanna talk
about your friend Marwani.

My best friend.

Look, I'm sorry,
but I'm not at liberty

to discuss an investigation
of an ongoing complaint.

I don't wanna discuss
that complaint.

I'm here to file a new one.

-Oh?
-PAUL: Yeah.

What the department
is asking of Marjan--

demanding--

it's not an apology.
It's extortion.

I think that's
a slight exaggeration.

No, it is a money grab,
pure and simple.

Marwani is the best firefighter
I have ever served with.

Going back to
my probie days in Chicago.

And I can see
by the look in your eye

that you know
that this is some bull.

Well, you are
observant, firefighter.

I will give you that.

I'm begging you.

Please.
Do the right thing
and stop this.

Alright, I'm gonna put
my tablet down on the table here

while I check my phone.

And, um, there's no telling

what such an observant fellow
like yourself might observe.

-What is this?
-ASHA: I'm sorry.

I am not at liberty to discuss
the confidential email

that I wrote
to the AFD this morning.

PAUL:
"Firefighter Marwani represents
every ideal the AFD stands for.

"It is my recommendation
that the department

"deem her
previous apology sufficient

and close the matter
without further reprimand."

Wait. You wrote this?

This is amazing.

I wouldn't get too excited.

My phone rang about
five minutes after I hit send.

The chief said they have
no interest in a lawsuit

with the Geralds.

So Marwani does the public
mea culpa and tags the site

or they throw her to the wolves.

-Oh.
-Yeah. I'm truly sorry.

Well, I, um...

I appreciate you
going to bat for her.

Please wish her luck,
whatever she decides.

I got it.

Were you in Mrs. Templeton's
sixth grade class?

Hidden Oaks.

Yeah.

I knew I recognized you.

Wait a minute,
you were there?

In Chicago?

That's funny, 'cause I-I
don't remember an Asha.

It's my middle name.

Do you remember a Jasmine?

Who moved in seventh grade.

To Texas, where I
started going by Asha.

Went through a little
identity thing as a tween.

Yeah, I get that.

But, wait, how-how the heck
did you recognize me?

Please. A smile like that,
you don't forget.

You haven't changed a bit.

Huh.

Hey, Firefox here.

You guys know
I've always been about

making people feel seen,
heard, and safe.

Well, recently
I let you guys down.

I screwed up.

In the heat
of a dangerous situation,

I called a woman crazy.

Her name is Lila Geralds,

and she deserved
so much better than that.

So for that, Lila, I'm sorry.

I should never
have called you crazy.

I should have called you
a greedy opportunist.

-Hmm. Nope.
-MARJAN: With the full
blessing of the AFD,

Lila and her husband
tried to coerce me

to cash in on you guys.

I can't work for a place

that forces me
to compromise my integrity.

That makes me feel unsafe
for being who I am.

And if I don't feel safe,
there is no way

of keeping you safe
when I am sent to save you.

So, effective immediately,

I hereby am resigning
from the AFD.

Nope.
You cannot post that.

I already did.

Marwani, you can't
unring that bell.

I don't wanna unring it, Cap.

For the first time,
I froze up in the field.

Not because I was afraid
of the danger,

but because I was afraid
of doing it wrong.

The people in those tribunals,
in their conference rooms,

they will never understand
what we do here.

So you can't let them
get to you.

MARJAN:
That's the problem.

They've already gotten to me.

Cap, you have to understand,

I would gladly
walk into fire for you,

but I can't do it on eggshells.

Well, obviously you have to do
what you think is right.

But I am so mad
at you right now, Marwani.

I'm sorry you feel that way.

-And I think you're crazy.
-Hey.

But more than anything...

I'm so proud of you.

OWEN:
I understand if you
wanna think about it.

Yeah, it's a work of art,

but it's also
not exactly fuel-efficient

and the, uh, throttle
sticks a little.

I already bought the helmet
and this cool jacket.

It is a sick jacket.

Alright, then,
you better treat her well.

She's very important to me.

I will, Cap.

I was talking to the bike.

Don't make me cry, Cap.

As long as I'm here,
your spot'll be safe.

Captain Vega.

TOMMY: Tommy.

And this isn't goodbye.

All who wander are not lost.

Me and Gracie
will be praying for you.

I'll be praying for you, too.

JUDD: Yeah.

MARJAN: TK.

I promise no matter
what happens,

I will be back for the wedding.

You better, 'cause Carlos
will hunt you down.

Hey, and I want you
to check in every day

about where you're going
and where you're staying.

Would you stop being
such a dad?

But, seriously, you get drowsy,
you pull off the road.

-You understand?
-I will.

(sentimental music playing)

I love you, Marj.

Love you too, buddy.

(Marjan sniffles)

(clears throat) Alright.
(chuckles)

Peace.

(engine roars)

Talk about
riding into the sunset.

Just when I thought
she couldn't be any more badass.

That's Marjan for you.

Maybe I need
to buy another bike.

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