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All right, we got an EV!

Let's get two attack lines going now!

Looks like the fire hasn't reached the EV yet, Cap.

Yeah, it doesn't need to.

The heat's enough to cook the battery.

In about five minutes, we're looking at a thermal runaway.

Should we check the battery with the thermal imaging

- camera first? - No, first, we make things safe.

All right? I want you to get me a perimeter.

- Cones all around! - Copy that, Cap!

All right, Diaz, anyone else in that car?

- All clear, Cap. Only one. - Okay.

- I've got you, buddy. - Let's get him on some O2.

All right, I got a trapped victim and a battery cooking.

Ravi, get me a water curtain on that EV.

- Keep it cool. - Coming up!

- Buck! - Right here, Cap!

Ma'am, steel jaws!

Oh, my God.

Okay. Cap, we got her. Gurney!

Okay, good work, everyone.

Once we get our friend on a gurney,

we're gonna pull back.

All crew set for defense.

I repeat, all crew set for defense.

All set.

No!

No!

- Maddie... - Don't you look to me

for comfort. You murdered my son!

You're up early.

Mm. So are you.

I promised Jee I'd make her pancakes.

Already done.

Plus, I made lunch for both you guys,

and a little purée for Baby Nash.

So you didn't sleep?

I did, and I have regrets.

Do you want to talk about them?

Well, don't really have to call Sigmund Freud on this one.

I'm having nightmares about my new probie.

So what was it this time? Fire or flood?

Hit and run, with a side of Athena, but we really should

- put a pin in that one. - Okay.

Maybe you'll sleep easier when Harry starts.

I mean, today's his first day, right?

Why do you seem scared?

I thought you wanted Harry in the 118.

Yeah, I did, but now I think I'm having captain's remorse.

Hey, you are gonna keep him as safe as anyone can.

If anyone can.

When you guys said you wanted to come over

for breakfast, I wasn't expecting anything

- this elaborate. - Well, you're looking at

Harry's congratulatory breakfast

for his first day at the 118.

- So... where's Harry? - Exactly.

I got up early to cook.

And I got up even earlier to come over to help cook.

Except he had already left before either

of us had even gotten out of bed.

Something about making a good first impression.

I just didn't know what to do with all the food.

Well, Harry's loss is my gain.

Pass me them pancakes.

Oh.

Oh.

Ooh.

Oh!

Hey, Cap, you want a mocha?

Chocolate milk is for children. And shouldn't you

be stocking the rigs? Our new probie's gonna think

the 118 is full of slackers.

Probie already stocked the rig.

He's already here?

Aah!

Since 5:00 a.m. Putting us ex-probies to shame.

- Right here, Cap. - No.

- Nah, come on. - And by the time I got in,

he'd already completed a mess run

and two loads of laundry.

Oh, really. And what is this?

It's coffee orders. You want something, Cap?

Ravi said you like that spot down the street.

Yes. Yes, I do want something.

Thank you very much, but, uh,

Ravi here is gonna get it for me.

Me? Uh, but he's the probie.

You want him scalding himself on his first day?

- Not particularly? - He trips,

the lid slips, bam.

Third-degree burns,

all courtesy of Buckley's mocha.

No, I'm sending someone with more experience.

More experience... getting coffee.

Cap, I... I worked at a coffee shop.

Yeah, coffee is the only work experience he has.

Don't worry about it, Harry. Ravi's got this.

Okay. Here we go, rookie. First call.

That's what I'm talking about. Let's go.

Or let's stay.

Cap?

You've had a big morning.

You know what? Better that you hang back, okay?

Uh, what should I do while you're gone?

Just take a break or a nap, you know? Maybe watch some TV.

TV?

Yeah, it's a long shift. You know what?

You should pace yourself.

Copy that.

Reid?

- Bah! - Reid?

Baby, get down. You'll hurt yourself.

Mom, I'm SuperReid.

I never get hurt.

Okay, you'll get injured.

Oh, can I help?

Careful.

Sweetie, you and knives don't mix.

Superman has a force field.

You practically have a punch card at urgent care.

You never let me do anything fun.

- No wrestling. - It's sanctioned combat.

- No football. - Wrestling, plus a ball.

No roller-skating.

Who said anything about roller-skating?

Lance's birthday party.

He said you probably won't let me come.

Baby...

you never said anything about Lance having a party.

So I can go?

Reid, what's my most important job?

To keep me safe.

But Superman can keep himself safe.

And someday you'll be able to do that, too.

Until then, it's you and me.

Okay?

Like Batman and Robin.

I knew you'd say no.

I'm the only kid not going!

You're not other kids.

They think I'm a freak.

It's too dangerous.

I hate you!

Hate me all you want.

But I am your mother,

and I will protect you no matter what.

Mom?

Mom, I'm okay.

Mom?

Mom!

Okay, I'm here to help. What's going on with your mom?

She's not moving! Our house is on fire!

1812 Queen Street.

Firefighters are on their way. I'm Maddie.

- What's your name? - Reid.

Please help us. There's so much fire.

- It's shooting out of the wall! - It sounds like

a gas line. You said your mom's not moving?

I think she hit her head.

She won't move. Mom, please.

Mom, you got to get up. The house is on fire! Mom.

Please. You promised.

You and me, like Batman and Robin, right?

Reid, do you have a path to the front door?

- Yeah. - I need you to go.

Run outside, wave your arms

so firefighters can see you.

I'm not leaving my mom!

Reid, she would want you to be safe.

I need you to get out of the house.

No!

Okay, do you have a fire extinguisher?

In the cabinet!

Did you find it?

Reid?

Maddie, there's a knob here where the stove was.

That's the gas shutoff.

It's on fire.

Then step back. Leave it alone.

But it'll stop the big fire, right?

Reid, do not touch that knob! It's red hot.

Reid?!

Here goes.

No, no, no, don't! Reid, listen to me.

The firefighters are almost there.

Reid, are you there?

Reid,

are you okay?

It worked!

It worked! I feel fine.

Why would you stick your hand into the fire?

Do you know how dangerous that is?

I guess, but the house was on fire.

You're tough as nails, pal. This must hurt like heck.

Not really.

- Nothing hurts me. - Reid's not your average kid.

He has CIP. Congenital...

Insensitivity to Pain. Yeah.

- Wow, that's pretty rare. - Yeah.

So I've learned.

Protecting him from himself

is my full-time job.

He feels no pain, and it's a pain in the butt.

- Well, today it was a superpower. - Okay, Cap.

Kitchen's overhauled.

- You, great work on that gas line. Good job. - Thanks.

- You saved your house. - Not to mention your mom.

All right, let's load up and go.

All right, nice and easy, buddy.

Okay.

- Try and keep this still, okay? - Okay.

Careful, kiddo. Don't trip on your cape.

Mom, I'm fine.

Can't protect 'em from everything.

911. What's your emergency?

I'm at the Church of the Pentecostal Temple of Prayer!

The devil has entered Sister Abigail.

We were exorcising the demons from her,

and now, the devil's got his teeth in Brother Isaac!

When we arrived, the young woman was on a table...

...in restraints.

Her blood pressure and heart rate

were elevated, and her body was

spasming severely.

But the call you were responding to

didn't mention any of that?

We were told she had bitten the minister.

But when we got there, we realized

there was something else going on.

What would cause a 17-year-old girl

to bite a grown man?

It was tetanus.

Lockjaw. A bacterial

infection usually caused by some kind of puncture wound.

How did Abigail get such a wound?

The room she was... staying in.

There was an old, metal bed frame.

The footboard was broken.

What was the likely outcome

if her tetanus had remained untreated?

Trouble breathing, pneumonia,

broken bones from the spasms

and possibly death.

Thank you, Firefighter Wilson.

You have 15 years of experience as a medic.

Is that correct?

Yes.

Is that more or less experience than you've had as a parent?

I parent with my gut.

I succeed more than I fail.

Do I keep my son too close from time to time? Sure.

But do I tie him up to a table?

Do I lock him in a cell?

Hell no.

Aren't you a very angry man,

Firefighter Diaz?

I used to be.

Weren't you cited

for assaulting a man over... let's see here...

a parking spot?

- That was... - Emblematic of the violent temper

you exercised against my clients while on the scene.

- I was not violent. - Verbally abusive.

Causing undue emotional distress.

Downright intimidation!

That's not true.

That is what colored any subsequent statements

from them to the police.

Can we please never

- do that again? - From your lips.

Hi.

Abigail.

It's good to see you.

I never got the chance to say thank you.

I think you had a lot going on.

And we're just happy you're back on your feet.

- Yeah. - Firefighter Wilson,

can I borrow you for a minute?

Take care.

Thank you.

Hey, you did a great job today, Abigail.

Uh, standing up to them is incredibly brave.

How did you do it?

Do...

what?

Learn to be less... angry.

Time.

Therapy.

More therapy.

Having friends and family helps.

You know, keeping me on the right path helped a lot, too.

Well, at least I've got the time part.

The rest?

Can't really afford therapy when I can barely afford gas.

Thought you were in the foster care system.

- Don't they have resources? - I turned 18.

Foster care gave me a birthday card

and a bus ticket to my grandmother's.

She gave me her car to get rid of me.

I've been sleeping in it.

That's the small downside to being rescued.

There is no one left to hurt you, sure, but...

...that's because there's nobody left at all.

Well, there are people who care about you.

Where?

- How was it? - It was, uh, very complex.

Touch and go.

Two kids had their braces stuck together.

Hey, did Eddie make it back yet?

Uh, yeah, yeah, and he brought a friend with him.

Hey, guys.

You remember Abigail.

Of course.

I wish I could say the same.

The only thing I remember from that day is

Eddie's face.

Oh, this is Captain Han, that's Buck, and that's Ravi.

I can't tell you how much I appreciate this.

You've already saved my life once.

Now I feel like you're saving it again.

Well, it's what we do. Eddie, can I get a word?

I need to talk to you about that thing.

- Pardon us. - Sure, Cap.

Is he in trouble?

Uh, trouble, no.

No, he-he's not.

I'd hate for him to be. He's been so kind to me.

He saw I didn't have any place to go, so he brought me here.

It's usually Buck who brings in the strays.

Not that you're a stray.

No. That's exactly what I am.

My whole life, it was just me and my mom and my dad,

and...

now there's nobody.

Hey, there's always somebody, Abigail.

Family isn't just the people you're born to.

It's also the people you choose.

She's got nobody.

She needs help.

I'm just afraid the kind of help she needs,

we can't give it to her here.

Which is why I brought backup.

Alex.

Firefighter Diaz.

Who's that?

That's Alex.

Abigail, this is Alex Doyle.

She's part of LAPD's SMART program, which stands for

- Systematic... - Systemwide Mental Assessment Response Team.

- Yeah. - You think I'm mental?

I think you've been through a lot.

And part of my job is to connect people

to the resources they need to get them back on their feet.

I, um... I understand

that you've been dealing with some homelessness?

I've been living in my grandmother's car.

Alex is going to help you find a place to stay.

Actually, I... I already did.

You did?

Where?

Faith-based transitional housing in Pasadena.

They have, uh, counseling and college prep.

You can stay the night, or longer if you like it.

What do you say, Abigail?

I don't know.

We can stop and-and get you some toiletries.

Maybe some fresh socks?

I don't need socks.

Uh, why don't you let the nice lady buy you some socks?

Okay?

- Okay. - Okay.

Okay, sir, my name's Maddie.

I'm gonna need some information.

I'm Andrew. My dad's name is Bill.

Uh, uh, William Schneider.

He's, uh, 87.

Uh, six-four, white hair, green eyes.

He must have just wandered off.

Uh, I mean, I don't even think he knows where he's going.

You think he might have gotten lost?

He must have gotten confused.

Ah, I should have been watching him closer.

What was his last known location?

Uh, his house, 104 Chester Street.

Uh, I'm-I'm here now.

All units, starting a Silver Alert for William Schneider.

May be disoriented. Sir, don't leave your dad's house, okay?

We have the best people working to find him.

Andrew Schneider?

You got here fast.

Please come in.

Uh, so, still no word from your father?

No. I worked up a timeline.

I spoke to him yesterday at 6:00 p.m. like we always do,

and then, uh, this morning, I have him on the cameras

up until, uh, 11:56 a.m.

Oh, you, uh,

really keep an eye on him, huh?

Yeah, well, I have to.

I mean, he refuses to go into assisted living.

- And he never remembers to charge his phone. - Okay.

So what was he doing on the cameras up until 11:56?

A.m. Yes. Uh, just

puttering around.

I mean, uh, playing solitaire on his desktop.

- I mean, just the usual. - Hmm.

And then, the-the cameras, they just cut out.

I got a notification when they went down,

and so I tried to call him.

He never picked up, and then I just got in the car.

Does he have a cell phone?

It's a flip phone.

I mean, apps are just asking for trouble.

When I got here, I found his phone on his desk.

Dead, of course.

Oh, uh, and, uh, this.

Oh, his Life Alert.

Well, do you have any reason to suspect foul play?

No. I mean, Dad's a retired math teacher.

I mean, he doesn't drive, he barely leaves the house.

Well, uh, do you mind if I have a look around?

Uh, no. Please.

Uh, he, uh, he prints everything.

Emails, articles. I think, uh,

having hard copies helps him remember things.

Who's Cheryl Sullivan?

I have no idea.

What is that? Is that a plane ticket?

Receipt. $600.

Upgraded to first class.

No, this doesn't make sense.

He doesn't know who this woman is.

Her flight lands in an hour.

He has lost his mind.

Here's why your cameras went out.

He unplugged it.

I didn't even know he knew what a router was.

You said that your father doesn't drive.

But does he own a car?

I took his keys away months ago.

Where is that car now?

Oh, thank God. It's still here.

What's usually parked here?

Sir, pull your vehicle to the curb.

Bill? LAPD.

We've been looking for you.

I'm not deaf.

I'm ignoring you.

I assume my boy sent you.

Yes, sir.

My name's Sergeant Grant.

Bill, do you know where you are?

Mm, about five miles from LAX as the crow flies.

And do you know what you're driving?

Yes.

And I also know that I started with six quarts of gas.

So that, unless you continue to waylay me,

I should have enough to pop by the florist on Lincoln

before I meet my lady friend.

Bill...

you're a long way from home.

Yeah, that's the idea.

Why are you talking to me like I'm on a milk carton?

Your son... he implied...

That I've lost my marbles?

Well, you can see that I haven't.

So how about you just let me pass along?

Bill, we both know that thing's not street legal.

But it edges like a dream.

Bill, you may be in your right mind,

but your son is losing his worrying about you.

You know, he treats me like a child.

All he wants is for his father to be safe.

Now, I can't force you to go home,

but I will impound your lawn mower.

Okay.

- Cuff me. - Uh...

You're not under arrest, Bill.

But you're still taking me to prison.

What were you thinking?

Why would you joyride to the airport on a lawn mower?

You took my car keys.

- Because you wrecked the car. - Some knucklehead

banged me with a grocery cart.

Sergeant, where does the law stand on liability there?

I don't comment on carts.

Thank you for bringing him home.

Dad and I are gonna have another talk

about assisted living.

I don't need assistance. I'm a grown man.

Putting me there is not gonna stop me from dying, son.

People go there to die.

For God's sake, you were catfished.

What the hell is he talking about?

It's a romance scam.

Uh, people online pretending to be someone else.

Cheryl is not a scammer.

Really?

You sent her $600, Dad.

She deserves to fly first-class.

Y-You really think that she flew across the country for you?

I did.

Bill?

Bill...

Cheryl.

Oh.

- Oh. - Ooh.

You found her.

- Waiting outside arrivals. - Yeah.

Well, I wasn't expecting to be picked up in a police car.

Trust me, it could have been worse.

- You're real? - And even more

- lovely in person. - Oh, such a charmer.

How did you guys meet?

Ah.

The Internet. You ought to try it sometime.

Uh, Officers? Thank you so much

for everything you've done to square things away here.

And I apologize for my son.

No apology needed.

You have a son who really cares about you.

You know that's all it is, Dad, right?

Well, if you care,

tomorrow, get my lawn mower out of police impound.

And unless you want to be scarred for life,

don't even think about turning those cameras back on tonight.

Well...

they got to grow up sometime.

Uh...

Bye, guys.

- See you. - We'll see you soon,

okay?

Unless you need anything before I leave.

Nah. Go home, get some rest.

I'm feeling pretty rested, but thanks.

Poor kid.

Poor kid? We're scrubbing the rigs

- and he's sitting on the couch. - Hey.

It's not like he's enjoying it.

He looks miserable.

I guess I'd be miserable, too.

Academy superstar to benchwarmer.

Why do we think Chim's got him in Bubble Wrap?

He's probably just trying to ease him into the job.

Put him on light duty for now.

If he was on any lighter duty, he'd float away.

Yeah, someone needs to talk to Chim.

Good idea.

No. No, I am not doing this again.

I am not my brother-in-law's keeper.

Well, somebody needs to be.

I think I know who.

Ah.

There she is.

We gotta talk.

I was afraid of that.

Nice bottle.

Yeah.

I read somewhere that it's good

for, uh, flare-ups.

So?

Who complained?

Who didn't?

Everyone's concerned.

What, that I'm too hard on the kid?

That you're following in footsteps of our old captain.

Bobby is a tough act to follow.

Not Bobby.

Captain Gerrard.

What?

The only thing I got from Gerrard is mustache envy

and a PhD in "scrubbing the crapper."

Listen, he also benched you.

And me.

Kept us out of the action so long

we wondered why we signed up in the first place.

He had us peeling potatoes and spit shining the floors.

Harry hasn't even touched a mop.

Even worse.

How is that even worse?

Harry signed up for the 118,

but you won't let him be on the team.

Do you know what happened the first time

Gerrard let me on a structure fire?

- But Chim... - I lost a brother!

Last year, we lost a friend!

Hen, every time Harry looks at me with those probie

puppy dog eyes, I can't help it.

I just see all the ways that Bobby's stepson...

Athena's son... could die on my watch.

He's not just someone's kid.

Not anymore.

He's your probie.

He's your responsibility, Chim.

I know that. That's why I'm trying to protect him.

But you can't protect him in Bubble Wrap.

He needs experiences because this job can kill him.

He needs a captain who's gonna show him

and teach him how to stay alive.

What if I can't?

Then cut him loose.

Some other firehouse will be lucky to have him.

He belongs at the 118.

Then put him in, Coach.

Who do you sit next to?

Whoever is on the bus.

So, there's no assigned seating?

Have you ridden a bus?

Easy, pal.

Put your phone away and start eating.

Is now a good time to talk?

I'm interrupting, aren't I?

Actually, we were just sitting down for dinner.

What are you having?

So, how's the grub at the transitional house?

Alex said they have chickens.

Mm. Not to eat.

Hmm.

How old are you?

Fifteen.

Hmm. When you said in court you had a kid,

I assumed he was five or six.

I mean, you're so young.

He's not that young.

Mm.

I got an early start.

Did you tell Alex that you were gonna be here?

Is that how it works?

Do I need to tell her everywhere I go?

Who's Alex?

Alex is

helping Abigail.

She's a colleague of mine at the LAPD.

Is that all?

What do you mean?

I don't know. She's really pretty.

She is?

I'm gonna clear these.

Oh, no. Do not help. All right?

My house, my mess.

Dinner and dishes.

Christopher's lucky.

You're, like, a perfect dad.

Oh, I'm far from perfect.

I don't even drive my son to school anymore.

Uh... Yeah.

Chris takes the bus.

Says he wants freedom, but really,

I'm too busy just working 24-hour shifts

to show my face at pickup.

My parents got acquitted.

What?

On all charges.

The D.A. called.

How is that possible?

All I know is a ministry van

came and picked them up from the prison.

They get to go back to their old lives.

I get nothing.

I am so sorry, Abigail.

Uh, it's-it's getting pretty late,

and it's a long drive back to Pasadena.

Maybe...

Only if I'm not imposing.

Uh, I'm sorry, what?

Oh, I...

I thought you were inviting me to stay the night.

- No. - On the couch, obviously.

I meant, are you okay to drive?

Of course.

U-Uh, yes.

I'll leave you alone.

I'm so sorry. I'm so dumb.

- But... - It's fine. Abigail.

You're not dumb.

And you're not alone, okay?

- Remember that? - Okay.

Harry.

Buck said it was okay as long as I don't touch the knives.

Yeah. A word.

Go. I'll finish up here.

Have a seat.

So, you know I was a probie in this firehouse, right?

20 years ago?

My first year here,

that was the worst year of my career.

Maybe my life.

Look, Cap, I don't know what I did wrong,

but if you tell me, I can fix it.

You haven't done anything wrong, Harry. In fact,

you haven't really done much of anything, which is my fault.

You see, when I was a probie,

for a while, all my cap let me do was clear tables.

I was like a glorified busboy.

It was really hard not to take that personally.

What I'm saying is...

...you're not the problem, kid. I am.

You see, I was lucky enough that there was someone

here who gave me a chance.

What you need is someone...

Damn it.

It's okay. You can tell me when you get back.

What you need is someone to take a chance on you.

Come on, Harry.

You sure?

Get in the rig before I change my mind.

Let's go, rookie.

Hurry up, probie.

Hey!

That your garbage truck on fire?

Yeah. I tried to empty my load, but my hydraulics seized.

The garbage is on fire. How long has this thing

- been smoking? - I think I noticed it

- like 20 minutes ago. - 20 minutes. Copy that.

Hey, Cap, it's breathing.

When this fire finally gets some air, it's gonna...

- Back draft. - We can cut the pits,

open the tailgate

and dump all the burning trash into the street.

No, it's been burning too long.

We introduce oxygen right now, that trash turns into a bomb.

How about we starve it?

If we want to lose the truck

and the whole block, sure.

Look, I saw this in my last week at the academy.

If that fire burns hot enough,

it's gonna reach the diesel tanks,

maybe even the hydraulic lines.

Yeah, or whichever one comes first.

And then boom.

All right, let's clear everyone out.

I want a 100-foot perimeter.

Copy that. Cones on the way.

All right, fire up a one and three-quarter inch line

with a piercing nozzle.

I want an indirect attack on that trash

to cool things down in there.

- Let's move! - Copy you, Cap.

- On it! - Hey!

Hey, Harry!

- Harry! - Safety first.

Right, Cap?

Right. Safety first.

We're ready.

All right, copy that.

- Yeah, Cap, we're in. - Ready here.

All right, open the red line.

Buck, how we looking?

Yeah, almost there.

Okay, Cap, we got conversion.

Let's cut the pin. Pop the tailgate.

I want a two and a half inch on that trash.

Harry, get me those rubbish hooks.

Harry!

Harry?

Panikkar, grab me the hooks.

You good on this?

- Go! - We got it, Cap.

Harry.

Wait. Don't drive!

Harry!

Everybody, stop driving!

Harry?

Harry?

Harry!

Harry? Damn it.

Stop driving!

Everybody, stop driving.

Hey, Cap, you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Buck, Eddie, check the driver.

Okay. Here.

Where were you?

I was at the perimeter. I was holding those people back.

You sure you're okay, Cap?

Yeah.

Possible minor stroke. Doesn't appear to be injured.

That makes two of us.

Good job, probie.

Thanks, Cap.

All right, I need you guys back!

Good job, everyone. All right.

Grant. You going somewhere?

Yeah, I was just gonna grab a snack.

You think snacking is a good use of your time, probie?

Go scrub the crapper.

Yes, sir.

And welcome to the 118, kid.

Thank you.

Scrub that crapper!

Yeah!

Hey.

How's it going over there?

Uh, last one, and then I will get out of your hair.

All right.

Mmm.

Mmm.

- Ah. Have fun, you two. - Ah, good.

Oh, we will. We will.

Grr! Dadasaurus Rex

is on the loose.

Oh, no!

Dino-proof. Ah! How was your day?

Uh, it was good, but I think yours might have been better.

- Hi. - Well, shift went well,

plus, I got to build a fort with these two.

Who can ask for more than that?

Let's clean this up before dinner.

Never!

So, Harry was all right?

More than all right.

You know, the kid is young,

but I think he has what it takes.

So, no more nightmares?

Uh-huh. Plus, he saved my life.

Wait, your life was in danger? Chimney?

Look at you. You're getting it.

You're getting it. Whoa.

Mom, let me go. I got it.

It's SuperReid!

You wouldn't believe

the shine on that thing when I was done.

Wow. I mean, I wasn't expecting your first week as a firefighter

to involve so many cleaning products.

Hey.

That's the life of a probie, May.

It's not all glamorous, but it's all important.

Personally,

I appreciate that I learned three new uses

- for white vinegar this morning. - No.

You know what? It's all good. You laugh now,

but just you wait until I make the interior

of that dishwasher shine.

Mm. Not so fast.

We have something for you.

We wanted to give this to you

before your first day,

but you didn't give us a chance.

Okay.

Bobby's knife.

Mm.

We wanted you to have a little piece

of him to carry with you.

Thank you, guys.

I love it.

He would've been so proud of you, Harry.

So, what's in the other box? I mean,

first one's kind of a hard act to follow.

Well, this is what Bobby would have given you, if he were here.

He'd want you to have your own knife.

And let you be your own man.

I wish he were here.

He is.

Christopher.

Abigail?

What are you doing here?

Your dad's busy at work.

He asked me to come get you.

Oh, okay.

Okay. My car's just over there, okay?