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REPORTER: The massive tsunami struck

the Southern California shoreline...

(reporters' voices overlapping)

REPORTER: First responders search

for the many still missing
and feared dead.

BUCK: Chris! Christopher!

Christopher!

(dramatic music)

(breathing heavily)

Christopher!

Has anyone seen a-a boy in the water?

Come on. He's eight!

He's got brown hair, glasses,

yellow T-shirt...

have--have you seen a little--
a little boy?

No, I'm sorry.

(panting)

(grunting)

(solemn music)

(tense music)

Really? You wanna do this here?

MAX: Might as well end it
where it started, right?

Scene of the crime,

where you said "yes."

I can't tell if your romantic
nostalgia is adorable

or just sad.

Five years, Stace. We've come full circle.

Literally. The metaphor alone is--

Look, Max, we're here
to sign divorce papers.

And we will.

No hard feelings, no drama, but...

(scoffs)

Why not remember where it began
in the first place, right?

-End on a high note.
-Yeah.

MAX: This is for all the marbles.

-(bright carnival music plays)
-Watch your step.

(desolate music)

(sighs)
The view's still amazing.

It certainly is.

And you're still just as bad at flirting

as you were back then.

MAX: In the air,
it's like nothing's changed,

same city, same water...

Different people.

It's time.

-Uh, I forgot my pen.
-I've got two.

(machinery clunking)

(machinery creaking)

STACEY: And just like our marriage,

this ride is suddenly going nowhere.

MAX: I slipped the guy 50 bucks

to give us a few minutes alone.

STACEY: It's a sweet gesture,

but what did you think would happen?

I don't know, some kind of sign, maybe.

Signs are a thing. Signs happen.

In the movies, Max, but not in real life.

(siren blaring)

(indistinct shouting)

Not the kind of sign I was hoping for.

(ominous music)

(crowd clamoring, screaming)

Oh, my God, Max.

What are we gonna do?

(wave crashing)

(machinery creaking)

(glass shatters)

(tense music)

-WOMAN: Help!
-WOMAN: Help!

STACEY: Help! We're here!

Help! I see boats, Max, rescue boats.

Help's coming.

-I can't feel your hand.
-What?

Yeah, I can't feel much of anything.

They'll fix it, Max.
Everything can be fixed.

Not everything.

MAN: Multiple calls
from the Ferris wheel, Captain.

Okay, we're coming.

Hey, up here! Help, here!

My husband's hurt. Please!

-MAN: Help these guys in front.
-MAN: Copy.

Move in here.

Right there. All right, yeah.

Let's go get them right over there.

(man shouts)

Oh, thank God you're here.

(indistinct radio chatter)

WOMAN: Yes!

-(speaks Spanish)
-(man speaking Spanish)

-Wait, who helped them?
-(speaks Spanish)

Hey, we could use a hand up here!

Fire lady.

All right, grab an extra harness,

rope, pulleys, figure eight plates.

I'll coordinate evac
and transport some down here.

EDDIE: Sounds like a plan, Cap.

Okay.

(clattering)

(Ferris wheel squeaking)

-WOMAN: Oh, my God!
-MAN: Oh, no!

That's not part of the ride.

No, the spokes are coming off the hub.

This thing's been thrashed.

What about you? Are you hurt?

No, and neither is he.

I'm not going anywhere,
not until the water's gone.

Sir, if you don't come with us,
this whole thing will be gone.

Don't worry, buddy.
I'm gonna get you down safely.

I'm just gonna put
this harness around you, okay?

Okay, okay. All right.

-Eddie Diaz, 118.
-Lena Bosko, 136.

You were on the pit when it hit.

Yeah.

-Where's your crew?
-LENA: Got separated...

call the spin cycle.

All right.
Let's get you up. Let's get you up.

-There we go.
-All right. Okay.

-There we go.
-Okay.

-Be careful.
-MAN: Coming to you, Cap.

-(machinery creaking)
-Don't drop me. Don't drop me.

-Oh, God! Oh, my God.
-MAN: Oh, God!

-MAN: Hang on!
-WOMAN: (screams)

MAN: You are okay.
We got you. Try to relax.

Okay.

(crowd screaming)

MAN: Get me in the boat.
Get me in the boat.

RESPONDER: We've got you, sir.
We've got you, just relax.

We got you, sir. We got you.

-Just sit down.
-MAN: Okay.

RESPONDER: Watch your step.

When the wave hit,
how'd you get back here?

Swam.

You sure did and then you climbed.

Free climb on the weekends, soldier.

How'd you know I was in the service?

You all carry yourselves the same way.

All that spit and polish.

My captain served, army.

EDDIE: Must be a good man.

EDDIE: Hold on. We're coming to you.

STACEY: Thank you.

MAN: Close up top. There you go.

-(indistinct shouting)
-MAN: Hang on!

WOMAN: I've got the harness!

-Oh, thank God you're here!
-What happened here, Ma'am?

STACEY: He hit his neck
when the wave came,

and he can't feel his fingers.

MAX: My arms went numb.

A couple minutes later, my legs gave out.

-Am I paralyzed?
-That's too soon to tell.

You said you lost sensation
in your arms first and then your legs?

-Yeah.
-EDDIE: Okay.

Well, that might be a sign of swelling,

which means you bruised your
neck instead of breaking it.

(metallic scraping)

(all yelling)

Hey, Cap, we can get one down to you,

but the other one's a possible spinal.

We're gonna need a Hail Mary.

BOBBY: I'll order one up for you.

Coast Guard, Coast Guard.
This is Captain Nash LAFD.

We need a miracle at the pier.
We need one quick.

You should be fine. Help's on the way.

All right.

(helicopter whirring)

You see, Max? How's that for a sign?

There's hope, so fight.

Max, you moved your fingers.

I think I'm getting some feeling back.

You're gonna be okay.

We're gonna be okay.

Give me the pen, Stacey,

and those papers.

Max...

We were always a disaster, baby.

(solemn music)

What a beautiful disaster we were.

(dramatic music)

(helicopter whirring)

Incoming, debris!

(metallic clanging)

This thing is gonna go down. Let's go.

Go, go, go!

Free climb, how 'bout free fall?

(motor revving)

Here, here, here, here, here, here.

DISPATCHER: There's a truck
on its way, Captain.

Copy that. Nash out.

Our team is still stuck on the other side.

Our trucks can't get through just yet.

Earth movers are still clearing the roads.

118's hoofing it for a while.

It looks that way.

Hen and Chimney are readying
some turnout backpacks

until we're mobile again.

Bosko, your crew from your house are

all alive and accounted for
except for Captain Cooper.

He's still MIA.

I'm sorry.

Well, if it's all the same
to you, Captain,

I'm gonna stick around and look for him.

Why are you holding yourself like that?

It's nothing, bruised rib.

-Let me take a look at that.
-I said it's nothing.

-Clearly, it's not.
-Are you gonna drop this?

BOBBY: Hey, Bosko, let him have a look.

I'm not asking.

(exhales)

-(winces)
-Yeah, that's not a bruise. It's broken.

Must be hurting like a bitch.

Yeah, well, breathing isn't super fun.

I'm calling it. You're off the field.

Sir, I said I'm fine.

USAR Command is setting up
the VA hospital on Sawtelle.

I want you to stick with her
just in case her desire

to track down her captain
causes her to lose her way.

I'm gonna meet up with the 118.

Rendezvous with us when you can.

EDDIE: Copy that, Cap.

-Who you calling?
-EDDIE: My son.

Lost his mother a few months ago,

don't want him to worry.

Hey, Buck, it's me.

I just want you to tell Christopher

I'll be a little late picking him up,

got our hands full here.

It's good thing you're missing it.

-Hope you guys are having fun.
-(phone locks)

(sighs)

(suspenseful music)

WOMAN: Hey! There's a kid under here!

BUCK: Christopher? Hey!

Hey, guys...hey, hey, big guy!
Me and you, come on!

All right, three, two, one. Go!

Ah.

-MAN: Oh, my God.
-WOMAN: I got you.

-MAN: Yeah! Yeah!
-(woman laughing)

WOMAN: Okay. Ooh, you're okay.

WOMAN: Got you.

Hey, hey, hey, excuse me.

I'm looking for an eight-year-old boy.

His name is Christopher.

He's always smiling, and he's got CP,

Cerebral Palsy.

He's got--he's got brown hair,
y-yellow shirt.

-Yeah, yeah. I think I saw him.
-Where?

He was headed with a group
to that Cupcakery place.

I heard they're handing out water.

Uh, Cupcakery, what is that?

You know, cupcake bakery.

It's about six or seven blocks
south of here on Strand.

Thank you. Thank you.

Dizziness, mild seizure,
in and out of consciousness--

Tell the responders they may be treating
a subdural hematoma

and to mark it as a Code Three
on the priority list.

Before or after the guy
with the fishhook in his eye?

(sighs)
Dealer's choice.

Whoever they get to first.

911, what's your emergency?

LOUISE: Yes, I'm calling
from Kenosha, Wisconsin.

My daughter is missing--

Ma'am, I don't know how
you got put through to me,

but this is Los Angeles.

LOUISE: I know that. Joanna was texting me
from her place near the beach,

but her texts became, like, gibberish.
And now, I can't reach her at all.

Okay, I understand. Can I get your name?

LOUISE: Louise Hickey.

Louise, do you know if your daughter is
on any medications?

LOUISE: No, she's a health nut.
I don't even think she takes aspirin.

Well, I know you're worried,
but before you assume the worst,

there are a number of reasons
Joanna's phone may have stopped working,

water damage alone.

LOUISE: No, she was texting
after the tsunami.

She and her neighbors were all safe
in the lounge on the 10th floor.

Can't you send somebody over there?

I-I'll see what I can do,
but understand that our first responders

and emergency crews are
already stretched to the brink.

LOUISE: Please, whatever you can do.

She's at the Ocean Plaza Apartment Complex
on Ocean Avenue.

Ocean Plaza, right.

Okay, you stay strong, Louise,
and let us know

if you hear from your daughter.

Hey, Linda, didn't I hear you
taking a call

a little while ago, something about
the Ocean Plaza Apartment Complex?

Yeah, a caller was having
trouble reaching his boyfriend,

said their phone conversation
cut off mid-sentence, then nothing.

Wait...

(keyboard clacking)

I checked the Red Cross and social media

to see if anyone
from Ocean Plaza had marked

themselves as safe.

Not one mention of it anywhere.

(sighs) Let me see
if I understand this correctly.

With everything we've got on our plate,

you wanna send help to the only
building in the area

that isn't asking for any?

Yeah, I guess I do.

Please don't take offense,
but are you okay?

Yes, Sue, I'm fine.

But if something bad happened
at that address, and I didn't--

I get it, but unless we can
confirm an emergency

with someone on site,
our hands are tied, Maddie.

We don't have the resources.

(drone buzzing)

WOMAN: Charlie, what are you doing?

Looking for Reggie.

WOMAN: You're not planning on
going outside?

-No.
-WOMAN: It's still not safe out there.

(dog barks distantly)

(dramatic music)

Oh, sick.

Maddie, I've got this kid on the line,

but I can't tell whether or not
I'm being pranked.

Hi. Who am I speaking with?

CHARLOTTE: Why do you need to know that?

So I know what to call you.

I just wanna know if you guys
know about the frogman.

-Say again.
-CHARLOTTE: Frogman.

He might be dead.

He's in a tree,
but you can't see him from the street.

Then how did you spot him?

CHARLOTTE: With my drone.

I'm looking for my friend.
His name's Reggie.

-He's an artist--
-So you have a drone?

CHARLOTTE: DX-Black Bird R20.

If you want, I can send you
a link to a live feed.

Yes, please.

I'm in. There's movement.

Dispatch a ladder crew
down to Rose and Third.

Thank you, Charlotte.

You may have just saved a man's life.

Wait, what? How did you...

MADDIE: We've got Caller ID,
a really good one.

"Charlotte Rain Fingado,"
that's your name, isn't it?

CHARLOTTE: It's Charlie. Wow.

You're like Big Brother's big sister.

Something like that.

I think we can help each other out.

How far can your drone fly?

(dramatic music)

(drone buzzing)

Keep going, Charlie.
We need to find an opening.

I don't think these windows open.

No, but maybe there's a vent or...

There.

Can you move in closer or zoom in?

CHARLOTTE: Zooming.

What are we looking for, again?

I think we found it.

ATHENA: All right,
y'all have your assignments.

Fan out, make your presence known.

Might take the national guard
more than a minute

to get on the stick.

Until then, we are
the first line of defense

against looters, all right?

If you see anything that looks like

more than a misdemeanor, call for backup.

We are not looking the other way on this.

Arrests will be made.

Understood?

All right, move out.

Be smart, stay safe.

(police radio chatter)

Hey, everything okay, Suze?

Sergeant, they're asking
for help finding their people.

-I tried to tell them--
-Folks, for your own safety,

we need you to clear the streets.

Make your way to the emergency shelter.

My wife is missing,

and you're not gonna do anything?

We are doing everything that we can.

Now, there are people at the shelter

who can take your name and reconnect you

with your wife or whoever is missing.

DISPATCHER: 7-2-7-L-30.
7-2-3-L-30, come back.

-Muchas gracias.
-Okay.

Dispatch, 7-2-7-L-30.

DISPATCHER: Multiple reports
of possible burglary suspects...

MAN: Hey, everyone,
fresh water to your left,

first aid and blankets to the right.

-(baby cries)
-(panting)

MAN: Yeah, just one would be great.

(indistinct chatter)

-(panting)
-MAN: Water, please.

Christopher.

(relieved sigh)

Christopher! I'm--I'm here.

Hey, Christopher!

-(somber music)
-(gasps)

(panting)

BOY: Mister, are you okay?

You're bleeding.

(Buck grunting)

BOY: Can I get you something for that?

-(ominous music)
-(police radio chatter)

Sword of Damocles at 12:00, Cap.

I see it.

John, can you get some caution tape up

around that streetlamp before
somebody gets nailed by it?

(distant sirens wail)

Okay, until we know what's what,

masks go on and they stay on.

HEN: Schematics show the stairs over...

(device beeps)

-CO.
-CHIMNEY: A hell of a lot of it, 212 PPMs.

BOBBY: Okay, Hen, Geary,
check building maintenance,

central heating units.
Find the source and shut it down.

Everybody else on me.
Dispatch to tenth floor.

-MAN: Copy that.
-HEN: Copy that.

CHIMNEY: PPMs at over 300.

-Probably being vented in all--
-RAFI: Ah!

Ah, I'm not falling for it...
who's the mess about?

Sir. Sir, we are here to help.
Try to calm yourself.

You're suffering
from carbon monoxide poisoning.

Need to very much...nomenclature.

(sniffs, retches)

-CHIMNEY: Did he just say "nomenclature"?
-BOBBY: All right, get him outside.

Some residents must have taken
higher ground

as the water rose.

CHIMNEY: Unfortunately, the gas did too.

Concentration is highest here at the top.

BOBBY: Let's hope we're not
too late to the party.

Okay, let's go, go, go.

(indistinct shouting)

Got a pulse here, it's steady,
but her face has discoloration.

BOBBY: All right, we gotta get
some fresh air in here ASAP.

(glass shatters)

HEN: Building's backup
generator got damaged by the seawater.

We managed to put it out of its misery.

Okay, start bringing them down,
get 'em on O2.

This is Ladder 118, Captain Nash

requesting medical transport

at Ocean Plaza Apartment Complex,

nine-nine Ocean, north entrance for--

17 minimum, Cap.

At least 17 patients,
acute CO poisoning, ASAP.

DISPATCHER: Copy request, Ladder 118.

All ambulances currently engaged.

-Stand by.
-Standing by.

Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am.
You--you shouldn't get up.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

I just need...

Hey, okay. Hold on, I got you.

I need to call my mom.

I need to call...

did you take my phone?

What's your name?

"Jonana."

-Joanna?
-Yeah, that's it.

Okay, Joanna, I'm--I'm Hen.

You can call your mom once you get settled
at the hospital, okay?

-Okay.
-Right now, you should sit down.

I just wanna sit over--ah!

Okay, all right. Okay, are you okay?

-What's hurting?
-My ankle.

I cut it yesterday at the gym.
The water's making it sting.

(suspenseful music)

(electricity zapping)

-Bobby?
-Yeah.

Bobby, we gotta find a way
to move all these people.

Already on it, just gonna take some time
for the ambulances to get here.

We don't have time.

That gas truck down the street,

it's leaking gasoline into the water.

We're standing on top of a bomb.

DISPATCHER: Be advised,
full evacuation in effect

in Ashland Park.

Looters reported on Prospect.

ATHENA: Copy that.

(tense music)

(dog barking distantly)

-TITO: Did you get 'em all?
-Yeah.

We should check next door.

Saw a couple of silver bowls
through the window.

TITO: We're hauling as much
as we can carry already, man.

I don't think we can fit no more.

ATHENA: LAPD.

Both of you, put your hands in the air.

(anxious music)

You wanna drop that box, Boss?

Uh...I can't.

Oh, I bet you can.

-I don't wanna scare 'em.
-ATHENA: Scare who?

(cats meowing)

(cat mews)

(dog whines)

You're looting animals?

TITO: Looting?

No, eh, we're saving 'em.

Look, check it out.

See? Yeah.

We reunite owners
with pets who get separated

during natural disasters,
fires, those sorts of things.

We call ourselves
The Raiders of the Lost Barks.

TITO: No, we don't.

Ray, we talked about this. Come on.

-RAY: I'm just trying it out.
-TITO: Yeah, it's lame.

ATHENA: You two have ID on you?

Much as I appreciate your cause,

I can't let you just break
into people's houses.

You see, technically,
we're not really breaking in.

You'd be surprised
how many homeowners leave

their windows and backdoors unlocked.

Yeah, you should see Ray here
navigate himself

through the occasional doggy door.

I'm double-jointed.

Yeah?
Well, technically, it's still a felony.

Okay, I tell you what.

Overheard you say
you got more than you can fit.

I think it's best if you boys
just take care

of your present cargo.

Leave the rest for the ASPCA.

-TITO: Yes, ma'am.
-Thank you.

-Thank you.
-Have a good night.

-TITO: You too.
-RAY: Yeah.

TITO: Come on, man.
"Raiders of the Lost Bark."

You lost your mind,
think I'm gonna walk around

with a shirt...

-RAY: It's a good name.
-TITO: It's not.

(indistinct arguing)

(metallic clang)

(suspenseful music)

(metallic clanging)

EDDIE: Hey. Hey!

My friend's got at least one
broken rib and showing signs--

NURSE: Can I get your names
for the list, please?

You have a list?

-Excuse me.
-EDDIE: Lena. Lena.

First we get you fixed up,

then you can spiral out.

I'm Eddie Diaz. This is Lena Bosko.

Have you seen a Ronnie Cooper on the list?

Fire captain, station 136.

I haven't.

Head on inside
and someone will be with you.

(solemn music)

-(indistinct chatter)
-(boy coughs)

WOMAN: Don't be scared, baby. I'm fine.

It doesn't hurt.

I'm gonna need more gauze.

Okay, Diaz, you got your wish. I'm here.

-You don't have to babysit me.
-Yeah, I get it.

-If my captain was out there--
-Coop's not just my captain, okay?

He believed in me. He made me who I am.

He remind you of your son?

-I guess a little.
-(Kyle coughing)

Sorry about his mom. That's rough.

-(Kyle coughing, gagging)
-WOMAN: Kyle, what's wrong?

-He's drowning.
-WOMAN: What?

(Kyle gasping, coughing)

(tense music)

(gurgling)

WOMAN: What's in his mouth?

-(gagging)
-WOMAN: Oh, my God.

(gasps)
Kyle, baby, I'm here.

Short breaths, Kyle. Nice and easy.

Nice and easy. All right, on three.

One, two, three.

(grunts)

MEDIC: Get him to X-ray.

See which pulmonary specialist
is available.

(peaceful music)

WOMAN: Thank you.

Delayed secondary drowning.

I've never seen one of those.

Good catch.

Paramedic?

No, but I was a medic in the service.

In case you couldn't tell,
we are severely shorthanded.

Any chance that you could--

Yeah, sure, just point me
where to wash up.

Sorry, looks like you're not
getting rid of me anytime soon.

-ATHENA: Hello?
-(man moans)

ATHENA: Is someone there?

(man groans)

Help!

-Hey.
-MAN: Yes?

-Here.
-Hey, hang in there. I'm coming to you.

(clanging, clattering)

Hold on, hold on.

I got you.

Captain.

Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?

(gasps)

Who says there's never a cop
around when you need one?

Okay, you hang on.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

7-2-7-L-30 requesting
immediate medical assistance

near the corner
of 18th and Wellesley Drive.

DISPATCHER: Copy request, L-30.

Be advised, EMTs approximately
30-35 minutes out.

Too long, too late.

Do what you can to shave down
that estimate, Central.

We'll see if I can find
a jack to free your arm.

COOPER: My arm's gone.

I belted if off hours ago.

It's already gone numb.

You carrying any kind of knife,
cutting tool...

maybe in your car?

Not unless you count a nail file.

-(half-hearted laugh)
-I'm afraid that's not gonna do it.

What are we talking about?

You're gonna have to finish
amputating my arm.

(foreboding music)

BOBBY: Okay, what's our current status?

About a third of them are
semi or unconscious.

Picked up arrhythmia in four,
others are coming around.

There's a lot of complaints
about headaches and dizziness.

-Casualties?
-Two so far.

Any word on our ride?

No, it's been 20 minutes
since I sent Chimney and John

on a bus hunt.

I think it's time we start
walking some of these people

out of this area.

And what about the seven or so
that aren't ambulatory?

-I'll stay here with 'em.
-Uh-uh.

That's for me to do.

-(electricity zapping)
-(creaking)

(flames roar)

Why don't you get these people up,

get them ready to move?

This is Nash for Chimney and John.

Have you found us a bus?

Chimney, we need transpo right now.

CHIMNEY: Copy, Skip. Coming in.

(car horn honks)

(honking)

Neither rain nor snow
nor heat nor tsunamis

stays this couriers
from their appointed rounds.

Tell me you didn't steal these mail trucks

just so you could say that.

CHIMNEY: Hey, these were the only things

that weren't swamped,
parked in the PO garages,

safe and dry. Careful.

Okay, everybody in back.

Geary, Forrest, let's load 'em up.

LAPD. Anybody home?

Hello?

Lord, forgive me.

(glass shatters)

(dramatic music)

You weren't specific.

It's bad enough I looted somebody's house.

I wasn't about to come back
here with the wrong thing.

Use the shears.

Bone's already broken,

so you're just cutting through
soft tissue.

Maybe a tendon or two.

Don't say "just."

There's nothing "just" about cutting off

somebody's arm.

I'd have thought somebody who
reached the rank of sergeant

would have seen worse than this.

Seen? Yeah.

Contributed?

That's more my husband's domain.

What is he, a doctor?

Fire captain like yourself.
Bobby Nash, station 118.

No kidding. What's your name?

Athena. Athena Grant.

Ronnie Cooper, station 136.

You may wanna get started.

This arm's not gonna amputate itself.

That's not funny, Ronnie.

(suspenseful music)

Is there somebody you wanna call

before we do this?

Your wife?

No, Ellen already knows
I'm missing by now.

If something went wrong,

it'd be like I died on her twice.

(gasps)

Here. Bite down on this.

(exhales)

(Cooper moaning)

(body tissue squelches)

(muffled Cooper yelling)

(tense music)

We gotta go!

-One minute!
-We don't have a minute.

-Chimney!
-Copy that.

John!

(ignition turns over)

Okay, let's hit it!

(explosion booming)

Hey, Cap, you all okay back there?

Yeah, we got kissed a bit, but we're fine.

That was way too close.

Wait, watch out!

(tires screech)

We're gonna need a bigger mail truck.

(coughing, sobbing)

It looks like you're gonna have
to get used to being

a southpaw for the time being.

Best time to work on
your change-up and curveball.

(siren whoops)

So you a pitcher too?

Class A regional all-star,
two years straight.

Naturally. You all fixed up?

All taped up, pain killed,
and rarin' to get back out.

You gotta be kidding me.

My captain's still somewhere out there.

And there are already people
looking for him.

-There's gonna be one more.
-Man, you're stubborn.

You can try to stop me,
if you wanna know exactly

what two broken ribs feels like.

(siren wails)

EDDIE: Hey, Athena.

It's not my blood.

It's his.

Coop?

Ronnie, can you hear me?

-Bo--Bosko.
-(sighs in relief)

-You're okay.
-LENA: Yeah, the crew is too.

(emotional music)

Uh, hey, excuse me.
I'm--I'm looking for a kid.

Um, he's got brown hair.
Chris--Christopher.

How old?

Um, eight, maybe nine.

Last name is Diaz.

Christopher Diaz.

No, not here.

You may wanna check over there
at the black tent.

-(stammers) Isn't that the...
-The morgue.

Excuse me.

(somber music)

SUE: Maddie.

That name you had me
looking into, Reggie--

Oh, Reginald Simmons.

Yeah, Charlie, the girl with the drone,

she was just hoping we could locate him.

His body was identified
by a recovery crew.

He drowned.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

-No, um...it's okay.
-(phone buzzing)

Thanks. Excuse me.

Hello?

BUCK: Hey, it's me.

Buck? Where are you?

I don't know this number.

I borrowed someone else's phone.

Maddie, I need your help.

Okay, um, tell me what's wrong.
Are you hurt?

BUCK: Eddie dropped
Christopher off with me.

He--he thought, you know,
doing some activities with him

would--would get me
out of my apartment and...

out of my head.

Maddie, I brought him to the pier.

Oh, my God, you were there?

BUCK: And I had him. All right, Mads?

I-I had him. I-I kept him safe.

We were, uh...we were
on top of the ladder truck,

then the water receded...

MADDIE: Okay, you're not answering me.

Are you injured, bleeding?

BUCK: No, it doesn't matter.

Don't you hear what I am saying?

Christopher is gone.

I've checked the emergency refuge camps

at the Promenade, at the high school--

Okay, did you check the VA hospital?

The Command Center, you know, on Sawtelle?

I'm here now and he...

(dramatic music)

Oh, God. God, God, no.

MADDIE: What?

(exhales)

Eddie's here.

MADDIE: Does he know what happened?

-Evan, you have to tell him.
-BUCK: How?

How do you tell your best friend

that you lost his son?

No, no, no. He's his father.

Okay, you have to tell him
that Christopher's missing.

No, Maddie, I need
to keep on looking for him.

I need to find him.

Buck, you are in no condition
to go looking

for Christopher by yourself.

-I'm coming down there.
-BUCK: No, no.

Maddie! Maddie!

(tense music)

Need some help here!

Buck? Wait, what are you doing here?

Are you okay? Wait, where's Christopher?

Eddie...

MAN: We need a gurney over here.

Why do you have his glasses?

(solemn music)

We, um...

(stammering)
me and Christopher,

we were...at the beach,

and--um...and listen to me, okay?

I-I swear to you...

Okay, I-I tried...

And I just...but I...

Eddie, I just don't know how to say it.

Um, he--he just--he...

he just vanished.

-Christopher?
-Hey.

EDDIE: Christopher?

-CHRISTOPHER: Dad!
-EDDIE: Oh, my God!

(emotional music)

Thank you. Thank you.

You're Buck?

No, I'm his father, Eddie.

He was looking for Buck.

-(exhales)
-CHIMNEY: Make a hole!

John, get her inside.
Buck, what happened to you?

Hey.

You two okay?

Yeah, we're great.

-CHIMNEY: Oh.
-HEN: Wait, hold up.

-(Buck grunts)
-BOBBY: Come here.

Hang in there. Hang in there, bro.

(Ed Sheeran's "Photograph")

ED: ♪ Loving can hurt ♪

♪ Loving can hurt sometimes ♪

BUCK: There are a lot of ways
to be lost at sea.

ED: ♪ Only thing that I know ♪

BUCK: It's not the same as being

abandoned or stranded.

Those things happen beyond our control.

ED: ♪ Hard, you know it can
get hard sometimes ♪

BUCK: Sometimes, we just take a wrong turn

too close to the tide.

ED: ♪ It is the only thing ♪

BUCK: The waters rise and sweep us away.

ED: ♪ Alive ♪

BUCK: We fight the currents for a way back

to dry land and solid ground,

to each other...

May, sweetheart.

BUCK: To normal.

Come on, baby, join us.

BUCK: And when we catch our breaths,

we search the shore for all the we lost

and everything we loved,
for our families...

ED: ♪ Holding me closer
till our eyes meet ♪

I do.

ED: ♪ You won't ever be alone ♪

BUCK: For our dreams and our futures...

ED: ♪ Wait for me to come home ♪

BUCK: Our friends and loved ones...

ED: ♪ Loving can mend your soul ♪

BUCK: And for the ones who couldn't swim.

ED: ♪ And it's the only thing ♪

You know, there could have been
a lot more faces on that wall

if it weren't for you.

ED: ♪ I swear it will get ♪

Thanks for being here.

ED: ♪ That with every piece of ya ♪

I'm Big Sister. It's what I do.

ED: ♪ Only thing we take ♪

-Come here.
-ED: ♪ With us when we die ♪

♪ When I'm away ♪

♪ I will remember how you kissed me ♪

BUCK: Sometimes, being lost is not knowing

how to get from where we are

to where we wanna be,

where we need to be.

ED: ♪ Wait for me to come home ♪

(knock at door)

Hey, Buck.

Good morning, Buck.

Hey--hey, buddy.

Okay.

There's a morning snack and midday snack,

two coloring books and a bunch of Legos.

Between us, he's never built anything

that kinda looks like anything.

He just likes sticking things together.

It's right there, buddy.

There's 20 bucks for pizza,
and if I were you,

I'd eat a couple extra slices.

You look like
you're wasting away to nothing.

-Eddie--
-EDDIE: I will say, honestly,

you being laid up is working out for me.

I mean, you're no abuela,
and you're half a Carla,

but you'll do in a pinch.

You want me to watch Christopher?

It's easy. He's not very fast.

After everything that happened?

A natural disaster happened, Buck.

-I lost him, Eddie.
-EDDIE: No, you saved him.

That's how he remembers it.

(tender music)

And now, it's his turn
to do the same for you.

I was--I was supposed to look out for him.

And what, you think you failed?

I failed that kid more times
than I care to count,

and I'm his father.

But I love him enough
to never stop trying,

and I know you do too.

Buck...there's nobody in this world

I trust with my son more than you.

Okay, buddy.

(sighs)
I gotta go.

-CHRISTOPHER: Ooh.
-(Eddie smooches)

Love ya, have fun.

Maybe try going to the zoo
this time, something inland.

(chuckles softly)

Oh, um...

thank you for not giving up.

(door closes)

BUCK: A few choice words can sometimes be

the life raft that gets you home.

To be seen...

To be found...

isn't that what we're all searching for?

Hey, Chris.

Oh.

(laughs)