Original subtitles

(Marjan speaking)

Copy your mayday, firefighter.

What's going on out there?

Propane tanker's about to blow!

-Hey! Get back! -Marj!

Marj!

(echoing panting)

(explosion blasts)

WYATT HARRIS (on radio): Firefighter Marwani, do you copy?

Ladder 126, do you copy?

Engine 126.

(over radio) Do you copy?

Captain Strand, do you copy?

(faint muffled chatter)

(tense, ominous music playing)

(muffled chatter continues)

(ears ringing)

(muffled) Cap!

Are you okay?!

(muffled) Yeah!

(normal) Yeah, I'm good.

(groaning)

OWEN STRAND: Marjan.

Where's Marjan?

Marjan!

Where's Marwani?

MARJAN MARWANI: Yeah, I'm here.

I'm okay, Cap.

Okay, let's check each other for shrapnel wounds.

You might not feel it.

We good?

Yeah, you're good, Cap.

Okay.

Where's our H2O?

MARJAN: The supply lines burst

a few seconds before the explosion.

-Marjan. -Yeah.

OWEN: Restart the supply lines.

Strickland, get on the radio dispatch,

tell them we have multiple firefighters down.

Mateo, you and I are gonna go help with triage.

MATEO CHAVEZ: Copy that.

(bird squawks, thuds)

(birds squawking, dropping)

What the heck?

♪♪

Uh, Cap. I think I found your shrapnel injury.

Dispatch, we have a problem.

(theme music plays)

We have an 18,000-gallon tanker car spewing chlorine gas

out of a three-foot crack at 600 psi.

In the simplest terms,

think of this as a poisonous cloud of death.

Dispatcher Harris has been coordinating

with the National Weather Service.

-Wyatt. -(Wyatt clears throat)

This is a tap of their live feed.

The winds are currently blowing 2.5 knots

to the north-northwest.

Firefighters already evacuated

Bellmore Community College right by the tracks.

Which means the next biggest threat

is to the community of Forest Glen,

which lies directly in the cloud's path.

As you can see, um,

there's a number of businesses and residences,

including an elementary school, a hospital, and nursing home.

Which means we need to start reverse 9-1-1

to evacuate them now.

Let's move, people!

GARTH BRADFORD: Alright, Judd, I'm really gonna put you

to the test this time.

Okay, I want you to downshift to four

and take that tight right up ahead.

Yes, sir.

(rock music plays on radio)

GARTH: Not bad.

But not great?

You were a little slow on the draw

on your turn signal.

I'm used to having my siren on.

GARTH: Well, nobody's perfect.

Alright, now we're coming up to a stale red, so downshift.

Check the left. Check the right.

What in the hell is that?

Mr. Bradford, you switch that CB over to 851, please?

Okay, what channel is that?

-That's fire command. -(radio chirps)

DISPATCHER: Forest Glen is now a level-five hazmat.

Multiple 129 injuries.

All available units respond.

What's that mean?

Means we need to make a detour.

As long as the sock's blowing north, we're upwind.

It changes at all, full SCBAs for everybody.

Fireman Martinez, what's the status on rescue?

APD and the 129 are moving anybody who can walk.

Waiting on ambulances for the wounded.

-Who does that leave? -Just us.

We gotta fill that hole.

With what, though?

We need a pliable, airtight material,

custom fit to the size of that fissure.

Yeah, not to mention a plate of steel to hold it in place.

We got a whole train full of goods.

Let's spread out, see what we can find.

Hey, Cap, rescue units are arriving,

so at least there's that.

Let's hope they get everybody out before the wind changes.

(sirens wailing)

(indistinct chatter)

I need you to load up the red zone patients first.

After that, the yellows. Two patients per bus.

Patient's in critical but stable condition.

Shrapnel wound, upper thorax.

We gave him 0.3 mils of epi.

-0.5 morphine. -Alright, we got it.

Cap, hold the bus! We got another critical!

Keep that one empty!

Firefighter, where'd he come from?

We found him between some shipping containers after the blast.

No idea what he was doing there.

TOMMY VEGA: He's media.

I think he was looking for a scoop.

Pupil dilation is uneven.

Airway's clear, but his breathing's kinda shallow.

Sounds like blast injuries. Did you palpate his abdomen?

Not yet.

(tense music playing)

(gasps sharply)

-Hey, hey, hey, hey. -Trina!

I need you to be still, alright, sir?

You're severely injured.

(groaning) Trina. Where's, where's Trina?

Who's Trina?

(woman moaning in pain)

(gasping breaths)

(eerie music playing)

CHILD: Hello?

-(moaning continues) -(child whimpers)

(both screaming)

(child moaning, breathing heavily)

(heavy breaths, groans)

Anthony, what's going on?

Did Jason and Craig do this?

I saw them talking to him on the playground.

ANTHONY: No, it wasn't them.

The m-m-monster did it.

Oh, honey, it's okay to tell us if they did.

Monsters aren't real.

They are so. It burned me!

(panting)

Get the nurse. I'll call 9-1-1.

-There you go. -(Anthony panting)

(telephone ringing)

PRINCIPAL ANNIE CRABTREE: Hello?

WYATT (on phone): Hi, this is Wyatt Harris.

I'm calling from 9-1-1.

9-1-1? I was about to call you.

I have a child who just came in

with some kind of burn on his wrist.

I've never seen anything like it.

His skin doesn't happen to look red

with oily blisters and white lesions, does it?

-Yes. How did you know? -WYATT: That's why I'm calling.

A cloud of chlorine gas was just released

by a derailed train two miles from your school.

It's about 18 minutes away,

but it's headed in your direction.

Oh, my God.

Uh, but if it's that far away,

then how does he already have a burn?

WYATT: I'm not sure, ma'am. This isn't an exact science.

But, we've contacted your district

to send buses to begin an evacuation.

Firefighters should be on the scene soon.

And I'm sending an ambulance to assist your student.

But don't let him touch his eyes or his nose or his mouth.

Okay? The burn could spread.

Okay. Thank you.

Attention. Crockett Elementary staff,

this is Principal Crabtree.

(over PA) Please line up your students and walk them single file

to the bus circle for immediate evacuation.

This is not a drill.

-(PA system beeps) -(Anthony groaning)

Alright. Let's get him on O2. Keep the sats up.

Firefighter, keep pressure on that wound

all the way to the ER.

TOMMY: West Park knows you're inbound.

Good luck.

Okay.

TK STRAND: Cap!

Last of the greens are with the 124 rig.

Triage is officially closed for business.

Good job, everyone.

-Whew! -(cell phone dings)

Damn it. (sighs)

Everything okay, Cap?

Uh, it's just my girls have the day off from school,

it's a teacher in-service thing.

I just need to find someone who's gonna look after them

while we're dealing with this situation.

And Mrs. Beasely's out of town,

and Judd, Judd's on some job thing.

You know, you could always call...

No, no, I can't always call Trevor.

TK: Hey, don't sweat it, Cap.

I know the perfect guy for you.

WYATT (on radio): Rescue 126, do you copy?

This is Captain Vega. Go ahead.

I need you to respond to Crockett Elementary right away.

Uh, negative.

We are the last rescue unit on site.

We can't leave here.

I understand that, Captain Vega,

but I got a boy with chemical burns

in the middle of an evacuation zone.

Copy that. We're on our way.

-How'd we do? -Good. Looks like they got everything

off the shopping list.

-And this is the seal? -MARJAN: Yep.

There was a car full of rebar and construction metals.

Three-by-five polycarbonate steel.

Like we ordered it from the factory.

OWEN: Everybody suit up.

We're gonna wrap the car with the chains,

I'll do the seal.

Captain, the city sent in suits from emergency management.

They want you in the command tent.

Tell 'em I'm a little busy.

They ain't asking.

Alright. I need a volunteer.

Let me be clear, this will not get you the lieutenant job.

-I'll do it. -Put me in, coach.

Uh-oh, Cap's gotta choose.

-One or two? -One.

Marwani, you're up. It's two.

(tense music playing)

MATEO: Alright, that's as close as we get to airtight.

Marwani, our PPE's aren't designed

to stand up to chlorine gas.

It starts leaking, you holler.

It gets too intense, we abort, are we clear?

MARJAN: Crystal, Cap.

Good luck, Marwani.

PAUL STRICKLAND: Here's the chain. The chain!

(dramatic music playing)

(gas hissing)

Chains are in place.

MARJAN: Thank you.

(dramatic music continues)

(gas hissing)

Mateo, the mat!

MATEO: Here it comes.

♪♪

(duct tape peeling)

MARJAN: Alright, see any leaks, Mateo?

MATEO: No, you're good.

Okay, hand up the plate.

MARJAN (on video feed): Alright, hand up the plate.

(grunts)

Just gotta line it up with the curve to protect the seal.

Alright, Cap, it's in place.

Alright, start winching, Paul.

PAUL (on radio): Copy that, Cap.

MARJAN: Hey, hey! Plate's slipping. Hold on!

(grunts)

-(Marjan and Mateo groan) -(gas hissing)

That's too much exposure. Come down.

MARJAN: No, I got it, Cap!

My gear's holding up!

I said stand down.

MARJAN: And I said I got it!

(Marjan grunts)

OWEN: Damn it.

HARTHAN: Captain, where you going?

OWEN: Take me to the site.

(gas hissing)

(Marjan grunting in effort)

MARJAN: Tighten the belt! Do it!

-Come on! -(Paul grunting)

(grunting)

PAUL: Alright, Marjan, it's set. Now, get down! Now!

Now, that was all-time, Marj!

Well, that was a hell of a stunt.

You should feel thankful you pulled it off.

(coughs) About that, Cap.

When I said my gear was holding up...

I lied.

(dramatic music plays)

Hey, Evie.

No, you're Izzy, aren't you?

Yeah...?

I'm not sure if you remember me, but I'm Carlos.

I'm a friend of your mom's.

Um, I babysat you a couple of years ago.

Yeah, from the dust storm, right?

Listen, there's nothing to worry about,

but your mom's gonna be stuck at work

for a little while longer.

We know, the train derailment.

Reverend Parks told us.

Reverend Parks?

Hey, Carlos. (chuckles)

-I haven't seen you since the wedding. -CARLOS REYES: Right.

-How's it going? -CARLOS: Good, good.

TREVOR PARKS: This is my daughter, Melody.

Hi, Melody. Nice to meet you.

Hi. You're fine.

(Izzy and Evie giggle)

Uh, thank you.

Uh, sorry. Trevor.

Uh, I didn't realize you guys were here.

I think Tommy may have double-booked us.

Girls, why don't you go finish your homework?

Do we have to? Last time Carlos was here,

we got to paint his nails.

-For real? -EVIE AND IZZY VEGA: For real.

TREVOR: There'll be plenty of time for that

after we make the pizzas.

But only if you get your algebra done.

Trevor, what's going on?

Tommy didn't really ask me to babysit.

She's actually not speaking to me at the moment,

but I knew the girls would need someone to watch them,

so I came.

Which, technically,

I suppose you could say is trespassing.

Technically, it's kidnaping.

Huh.

You're the expert. (chuckles)

Do me a favor, though. If you have to arrest me,

just wait until their mom gets home.

Deal.

But this time, they're painting your nails.

OWEN: IC Strand, the patch is holding.

The rest of the chlorine is locked up.

Nice work, 126.

OWEN (on radio): No. We're not out of it yet.

We still have a chlorine cloud to contend with,

so we're gonna secure the scene,

get back at the rotation.

And I'm gonna need an RA for my firefighter.

-(Marjan groans) -You okay? You okay?

Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Fine, fine, fine.

If your PPE starts to leak, it gets too intense, you bail.

Do you remember me saying that?

Intense is a subjective term, Cap.

It was an order, and you ignored it.

What would you do in my position?

Probably the same thing.

MATEO: Hey, Cap. (panting)

The water supply is back. I can start charging the lines.

Good. Let's mop this up and get the hell out of here.

Marwani, when the ambulance comes, you're in it.

Yeah. (sighs)

(Marjan winces)

-(winces sharply) -PAUL: I know. No, no, no. I know, I know.

On a scale of one to ten, how bad is your pain?

Four. Four and a half.

Marjan...

Ten.

(sighs) Chlorine gas. Who knew, right?

You did.

And you did it anyway.

I got some ibuprofen in my bag.

It's not morphine, but

couldn't hurt any more than this does, right?

There you go.

Thanks, bro.

Hey. If anything will take the sting out of this,

it's knowing that you just punched your ticket

to the next lieutenant of the 126.

-No, you don't know that. -Come on. (laughs)

You just saved the day by plugging that leak.

I didn't save the day. There's still

the cloud of doom floating around.

Marjan, you earned it.

And I'll tell you what.

When Cap makes his announcement,

I'm gonna be so happy for you.

And I mean that.

I know you do. Thanks.

You know what? How many people get to say

that they work for their best friend?

-Their bestie? -(Marjan chuckles)

Hey, we--

MARJAN: What? What is it?

What is it?

(groans)

Who you suppose this belonged to?

It's got a sweat line in it. Somebody was wearing this.

Somebody else was on the train.

(dramatic music swells)

(students clamoring)

Okay, kids, everybody needs to keep moving.

Just follow your teacher onto a bus.

It's okay if you forgot your backpack. Go.

Captain Vega. What are y'all doing here?

We got a call about a boy with severe chemical burns.

The principal's got him right over there.

But, Captain, that cloud is less than ten minutes out,

so everybody needs to be gone in five.

We'll work fast.

See, Anthony, the paramedics are here

to help you feel better.

Thank you for coming.

I'm Annie, and this is Anthony.

-Hi, Anthony. I'm Tommy. -Hi.

These are my friends, Nancy and TK,

and we're gonna take a quick look at you

and get you on a bus, okay?

I'm gonna take a look.

I'm just gonna unwrap these.

Ooh. That is quite an owie, Anthony.

Now, it might sting a little bit but Miss Nancy here,

she needs to clean it out.

NANCY GILLIAN: Well, it might sting for some people,

but you seem like a pretty tough dude.

I... I am.

Alright, my man.

Lungs are clear, Cap.

That's great. That means he didn't inhale any of it.

So how did he get a chlorine burn?

(Tommy exhales deeply)

NANCY: Cap, you might wanna look at this.

-It looks like... -A handprint.

Somebody grabbed him.

He kept saying a monster did it.

Is that true?

That must have been so scary.

Can you tell me what that monster looked like?

She had bloody eyes and was covered in white.

How do you know it was a she?

Her dress.

(tense music playing)

MARJAN: Austin Fire! Is anybody out there?

PAUL: Austin Fire! Call out!

Hey! Paul, look.

Okay.

So our train jumper has a sweet tooth.

Yeah, and...

he studies poli-sci at UT El Paso.

They were probably in one of these cars.

Maybe they still are.

MARJAN: Okay.

Hello? Is anybody out there?

Hey, Marj.

According to the manifest,

those are filled with corn syrup.

And, uh...

that one with asphalt.

Not ideal for riding the rails.

This one's full of construction metals.

It's where I found the steel for the patch.

Austin FD. Is anyone out there?

This one is supposed to be a refrigerator car hauling beer.

MARJAN: Maybe the metal got thrown in the wreck.

You know what?

I'm gonna check this one out.

(grunts)

Anything?

Not yet.

Kind of a jumble in here.

(tense music playing)

(cell phone ringing)

(grunting)

(ringing continues)

(panting)

Hello?

Damon, are you there?

No, it's Paul Strickland. I'm a firefighter.

Who you looking for?

My brother, Damon Colfax.

-Is he okay? -PAUL: I don't know.

DAMON COLFAX: Remy, I'm-- I'm here.

Hey.

(grunting)

Come on.

Hey, Marjan, I found him!

He's down here! Radio Cap!

Tell him to send everybody!

♪♪

(sirens wailing)

(indistinct chatter)

ANDREWS: Alright, that's the last of 'em.

-122, we're on the move. -TOMMY: Captain.

ANDREWS: Yeah?

You don't happen to have an extra hazmat suit, do you?

I don't happen to have a hazmat suit. Why?

I think there's still somebody left on school grounds.

All the students and staff have been accounted for.

-TOMMY: This person isn't staff. -Then who is it?

Trina Mathis.

ANDREWS: The lady from the news?

Yeah. She was covering the derailment

and then disappeared after the blast.

That little boy with the burn

said that a monster in a dress tried to grab him.

Even if it is her, if she's had that level of chlorine exposure,

she's probably beyond saving.

Maybe. And if she's still alive,

then she's going through unimaginable suffering

and I won't leave her behind.

That cloud is five minutes out.

My team still has to evacuate a nursing home on Flower Street.

I understand. Take my team.

-They'll help you. I'll meet you there. -Whoa.

-Okay. -Whoa, whoa, whoa. Cap.

-No way. -Seriously?

-Hell to the no. -Wherever you go, we go.

NANCY: And don't even bother giving us orders, because...

-why? -Alright, come on.

♪♪

REMY COLFAX (on phone): What were you thinking?

Who hops aboard a moving train?

He said he'd do anything to get to his big brother.

DAMON (weakly): Especially after his surgery.

PAUL (on phone): Especially after your surgery.

Paul, how bad is he hurt?

PAUL: I'm pretty sure he has some internal injuries.

Maybe a concussion.

And he's floating in a puddle of pilsner,

so I wouldn't rule out hypothermia.

Oh, God.

Hey, but listen, he's breathing really well on his own,

and he's not bleeding, so...

MATEO: Rebar looks structurally sound

from here, Cap. I think you're good to cut.

Marjan, any word on getting another rescue unit out here?

MARJAN (on radio): Dispatch is doing what they can,

but there isn't an unassigned EMS unit

within 30 miles.

OWEN (on radio): Alright, get a can of paint.

Paint this car up so they know where to look

-when they do arrive. -MARJAN: Copy that, Cap.

(distant sirens wailing)

Alright, boys, it's time to wrap it up.

Alright. You heard him. We gotta go.

REMY (on phone): Wait. I'm not ready to say goodbye.

He's the only family I have left.

Hey, son.

I lost a brother myself. I know what it feels like.

I promise you, I'm gonna do everything I can

to make sure you don't lose yours.

Alright? We gotta get to work.

Alright, you heard the man.

Damon...

I love you, brother.

See you soon, Remy.

-(saw whirring) -(groans)

WYATT (on radio): Calling all units.

I have a critical patient in a rail car

marked with an orange X.

(whirring continues)

Rescue 145, are you 10-8?

PARAMEDIC (on radio): That's a negative, dispatch.

We have a patient in transit.

You hanging in there, Wyatt?

Yeah. Yeah, no, I'm just,

I'm trying to get an ambulance back out to the derailment,

but they're all booked or too far away.

SARA ORTIZ: Maybe there's someone low-priority

I can pull off the evacuation.

Let me see who's still out there.

That's weird. This thing must be glitching.

According to this, Captain Vega's ambulance

is practically inside the cloud.

WYATT (on radio): Dispatch to Rescue 126.

Please tell me you're not still at that school.

We're still at the school.

Uh, but, yeah, it's-it's already been evacuated.

Why are you all still there?

We're looking for a missing victim.

Austin EMS!

NANCY: Trina! Are you out here?

Trina!

Captain, all due respect, but you have to go.

The clouds gotta be within 100 yards.

TOMMY: It's closer than that.

TK: Cap? The wind's picking up!

I know. Trina!

Last call for Trina!

Austin EMS!

Cap, I think maybe we should just go.

(gasps)

-(Trina gasping) -Trina?

-(Trina gasps) -NANCY: Cap, I found her.

TOMMY: We gotta get her out of here. TK, go get the backboard.

TK: Copy!

Nancy, don't let the chlorine touch your skin.

(Trina gasping)

Dispatch, we found her.

Tell West Park to prepare for a female in critical condition

with severe chemical burns.

Copy you, Captain. Please hurry.

(grunts)

(dramatic music playing)

♪♪

NANCY: Cap...

-I see it. -TK: Cap!

The ambo...

TOMMY: Let's get her on the backboard.

Hurry!

-TK: I got the head. -TOMMY: Alright.

-NANCY: Hips. -TOMMY: Here we go.

-TK: Cap, the ambo-- -It's already in the cloud.

I barely got out with the LIFEPAK.

NANCY: So what do we do now?

Let's get her in the school.

Hurry. Now!

-(grunting) -Go, go, go, go!

-TOMMY: Let's go. -(Trina groaning)

TOMMY: Straight back.

Step up.

Okay, we're almost there.

(tense music plays)

First responders are currently risking

life and limb to evacuate

everyone in the path of the poison cloud.

I'm told simply breathing in chlorine gas

can liquefy the lungs,

which can result in respiratory failure,

and with enough exposure, death.

Probably better... if we put on some music.

My ex-wife works for the IRS.

That was a lot easier on my blood pressure.

(Carlos chuckles)

Hypertension.

One of the joys of dating a first responder.

Yeah, that's the thing, Carlos.

I'm not even sure if Tommy and I are dating anymore.

You want to tell me what happened?

She proposed to me.

So what did you say?

I accepted, obviously.

(clears throat) With one little caveat,

that she and the kids meet my ex-wife.

So you, you gave her an ultimatum?

No. No, I did not give her an ultimatum.

It-it was, it was more like a stipulation.

Fine. It was an ultimatum, but... (sighs)

Cassandra, who's a wonderful mother, by the way,

allowed me to move away from Kansas with her only child.

It's only reasonable that she have some say

in who will be in Melody's life.

No, that is totally reasonable

and something you clearly agreed to

long before you ever met Tommy.

Exactly. It's not personal.

But you only sprang it on her now.

I botched it real good, huh?

I never thought I was gonna get married again, Carlos.

But I met Tommy, and it all went out the window.

(Trevor chuckles)

I've been meaning to tell her for months,

but I was worried that I would blow everything up.

And now that I have, I've blown everything up...

with the love of my life.

Does she know that?

That she's the love of your life?

Well, I haven't had a chance to tell her since she's been ghosting me.

You will when she walks through that door.

If she doesn't kick my butt first.

(both chuckle)

I gotta be honest with you, man.

I'm... I'm worried that it's a lost cause.

But you showed up anyway.

That's one thing you and Tommy have in common.

You fight the good fight.

-TK, get her on the LIFEPAK. -(Trina groaning)

Nancy, find towels, paper towels.

Wet them down and put 'em along the sills.

-Yeah. -(Trina gasping)

TK: Hang in there, Trina. We got you.

We got you.

(tense music playing)

(gurgles blood)

-(Trina moans weakly) -(monitor beeping)

TK: Pulse is faint.

Sats are dropping. 32, 28, 26.

Uh I'm hearing a lot of stridor.

-(moaning continues) -(beeping continues)

(weakly) Buh...

I know. You're in a lot of pain.

TK, push 15 milligrams of morphine.

You don't want to start with five?

Fifteen.

(Trina gasping)

(Trina groaning)

Buh...

Trina, are you trying to tell us something?

(gurgles) Buh...

I think she's trying to say "boy."

-Are you trying to say "boy"? -Buh...

"Is the boy okay?"

-K... -Yes.

Because you warned him.

(Trina whimpers)

You saved him.

(crying) Okay.

-(monitor beeping) -(Trina gasping)

(flatline)

TK: We gave her some peace.

That's something, right?

Yeah.

(dramatic music playing)

Cap, you're gonna wanna see this.

-Which way do we go now? -Back.

NANCY: Now what?

Are there any more paper towels?

We need to stuff them under the door and in the jams.

No, I used them all on the windows.

Jackets. Hurry. We'll use our jackets.

(dramatic music continues)

Alright, that's as sealed as we're gonna get it, Cap.

Okay. Um, let's, uh, let's go as far back.

As far back into the room as we can.

-Let's just... -TK: Hey.

You never know, right?

(quiet, ominous music playing)

Dispatch, this is Rescue 126.

(over radio) We're in the science room

on the first floor of the elementary school.

I read you, 126. How's your patient?

She didn't make it.

Uh, listen... we're, uh, we're hemmed in here,

and I-I need you to do me a favor.

Yeah, yeah, whatever you need, Captain.

I need you to write this down.

One, nine, zero, four, two, four, one, two.

What is that?

It's the combination to the fire safe in my bedroom closet.

It holds my financial docs,

my trust, passports, and birth certificates.

Captain Vega, why are you telling me this?

I'm telling you because that gas is coming into this room,

and your dad and Gracie are gonna need all that stuff

to take good care of my girls.

Wait, don't, don't say that.

We're gonna get somebody out to you guys, okay?

TOMMY: No one's coming.

We knew that when we decided to stay behind.

Wyatt, I need you to promise me something.

I need you to promise that you will tell your dad

to give my girls all the love.

Yeah, I promise.

Cap...

(somber music playing)

(wind blowing)

Wait. I think it's stopping.

It's blowing away.

I told you.

I don't think it's the fan.

TOMMY: Dispatch, the wind has changed direction.

The fog is now moving away from the building.

Oh, my God, that's amazing!

(Tommy chuckles)

Yeah. I think we're gonna be okay.

I mean, I-I have to change the combination to my safe.

(chuckles) Yeah, that's, that's probably wise, Captain.

This is all recorded.

(all crying)

SARA: What happened?

(sighs) Great news. The, the wind just shifted.

-Oh, thank God. -(Wyatt sighs)

DISPATCHER: This is central dispatch.

We have a confirmed weather shift,

and storm front coming into the area.

Storm front coming into the area.

Prepare to evacuate as soon as possible.

Bad news, Cap. The wind just shifted.

-What? -Which way is the cloud headed now?

MARJAN: It's comin' right at us.

(dramatic music plays)

MARJAN: Cap?

Cap, the wind is blowing at 35 knots.

We have three to four minutes tops

before that cloud is on top of us.

Mateo, how'd the rigs fare in the explosion?

I think they're drivable, Cap.

Good. I need you to pack up your gear,

get back to the trucks and get out of here.

What? What about you, Cap?

I'm gonna keep cutting. I'll extract him myself.

Cap, you heard Marj. The cloud's three minutes away.

(saw whirring)

Cap, you're not gonna make it.

I might, if you quit slowing me down.

MATEO: But, Cap, let us stay and help you.

We can do this together.

No! It's an order. Evacuate now.

Now, go!

(whirring continues)

(dramatic music playing)

Just a few more cuts and I'll be to you.

(weakly) Okay.

PAUL: Oh, my God, look at that thing.

Dispatch, this is 126. Please be advised

that we were ordered to evacuate the involved rail car.

While Captain Strand--

While Captain Strand remains inside in a final effort

to extract the victim.

(siren wailing)

(whirring continues)

-OWEN: Damn it! -What happened?

Blade broke.

You need to get out of here while you still can.

Made a promise to your brother.

(grunting) Can't go back on that.

(rattling)

(groans)

-(Owen grunting in effort) -(rattling continues)

(panting)

It's gonna hurt, isn't it?

OWEN: It'll be quick.

(coughing)

(wind whistling)

Hold your breath for as long as you can.

-(horn blares) -(loud thudding)

OWEN: What the...

(rattling, metal clatters)

-You okay? -(coughing)

Yeah. Yeah.

What the heck was that?

I have no idea.

(engine idling)

-Judd? -Howdy, Cap.

OWEN: How--

How did you even know to be here?

JUDD RYDER: I heard on the radio. X marks the spot,

and figured you could use a push.

GARTH: Your boy can drive.

But you're gonna need some damn good insurance, son.

(Judd chuckles)

Don't worry. We'll take care of you.

Austin residents are returning to their homes tonight

after a thunderstorm washed away

the last remnants of chlorine gas.

-I'm home. -EVIE AND IZZY: Hey, Mom!

(chuckles) Oh, come here.

(inhales) Mm!

-IZZY: Too tight, Mom. -TOMMY: I know.

Hey, babe.

(TK sighs)

TOMMY: Mm.

(Trevor sighs)

Trevor.

Hi.

Sorry, I figured the girls might need someone,

but you obviously had them in good hands.

MELODY PARKS: You came here without her knowing?

Dad, that's creepy.

Go get your backpack.

Are you guys not talking or something?

Uh, go help Melody get her backpack.

Okay. It's in the bedroom right by the--

TOMMY: Yeah, and close the door.

CARLOS: You know what? I think we should--

TK: We're gonna go, Tommy.

Carlos.

Yes, ma'am?

-Thank you. -Anytime.

Good luck.

Tommy, I wanted to apologize

for dropping that Cassandra bomb on you. It...

It wasn't cool.

And if you're not comfortable subjecting yourself

to an interview with my ex-wife, I totally get it.

You are the love of my life, Tommy.

I'll do anything to make this work.

Call her. Call Cassandra.

-Are you sure? -TOMMY: If--

If today has taught me anything,

it's that I would want to know...

the person who's gonna help raise my girls too.

You are an amazing woman, Tommy Vega.

Yeah. And don't you ever forget it.

(Trevor chuckles)

Hey, Trevor. Are your fingernails pink?

-Toes too. -Wow.

-Mm. (chuckles) -You messed up good

'cause, you know, now they smell blood.

(Trevor laughs)

(light music playing)

Ah, well, they seem to be enjoying each other's company.

Gee, I wonder what they could be talking about up there.

Can you believe this?

After all the jockeying and hoop-jumping

and lieutenant sweepstakes...

Judd just swoops back in and gets his old LT job back.

Yeah, but you gotta hand it to him.

That was a pretty fine swoop.

I mean, as far as dramatic entrances go,

that's right up there with Thor's at the Battle of Wakanda.

Do you ever have a thought that just stays in there?

I'm just saying, if Judd doesn't show up

at the train tracks with his big rig, Cap's dead,

so that probably earns him his old lieutenant stripes back, no?

MARJAN: Probably.

It just would have been nice

for somebody else to get a chance.

Look at him up there just buttering Cap up like garlic toast.

-Shameless! -Damn it.

I knew I should have gone by his office before shift.

Why? So you can go butter him up?

(Mateo laughs)

Something like that.

Brace yourselves. Here they come.

(Marjan sighs)

Hey, everybody, let's gather up.

I have a couple announcements.

Captain Vega, I'd love your team to hear this.

Uh-oh, here we go. The big moment.

Alright.

I'm so excited to announce that the 126 family is reunited.

After a year's sabbatical,

Judd Ryder has returned to be the 126 new--

PAUL AND MARJAN: Lieutenant.

Probie.

Probie?

Judd is the new probie?

Based on him being away from the house for a year,

those are the department rules. He has to start at the bottom.

And, look, y'all don't have to take it easy on me

'cause I'm a 40-year-old probie

that's, uh, got ten years more experience

than anyone in this room.

Wait, so who's the next lieutenant?

OWEN: That's my second announcement.

As you all know, I have really struggled with this decision.

Some would even say I've waffled.

Oh, you've waffled, Cap. With syrup and a side of bacon.

Hey, Mateo, there's still room for another probie.

(laughter)

Anyway, I have written the name down on this card,

so I will not change my mind.

It's my pleasure to announce the new lieutenant

-for the 126 is-- -MARJAN: Wait.

Uh, Cap, I have something I need to say.

Just, it may change your mind.

The point of this card is to, you know...

Go ahead. Go ahead.

As all of you know, I would give anything for this house.

And when it comes to danger, my hand's the first in the air.

Even if it means literally melting the skin right off it.

We know, Marjan, we were there.

But, Cap, when you told us to look for the scrap metal

to plug the gas leak,

I was so focused on getting there first,

I stepped right over the kid's baseball cap.

And even when the hole was plugged,

I completely overlooked it because in my mind,

the objective was complete.

But not in Paul's.

His eyes were still open.

It is because of him that that kid is alive today.

His calmness, his presence in the moment,

no matter how crazy it gets...

that's what you want from your lieutenant.

That is why I am officially withdrawing my name

from consideration.

-Marjan, but you can't do that. -I so can.

-(Paul sighs) -Cap, Paul is your guy.

Wow.

I couldn't have said it better myself.

126, your new lieutenant, Paul Strickland.

(all cheering)

Pop, pop!

(inaudible dialogue)

Woo-hoo!

Congratulations, Lieutenant.

And to you too, Judd. Glad to have you back, buddy.

Oh, thank you, brother.

Now go make me a PB&J.

-Ohh! -Ooh!

Unless you got a problem with that.

(chuckles)

(clears throat)

Do-- Do you have a-a problem with that?

Hell, yeah, I have a problem with that.

Do you-- You want crunchy or you want smooth?

(laughter)

Smooth, obviously.

Yeah, obviously. Alright.

Hey, you know what? Uh, probie, make it two.

-Alright. -MARJAN: And I'll, uh,

I'll take a spiced chai when you're done.

Man! Y'all gotta do me like that?

You know, this only lasts 12 months, so...

-Cap, you want anything? -(phone chimes)

-No, no, no, I'm fine. Thanks. -Grape jelly.

MATEO: Cut the crust off for me, probie.

-PAUL: Yeah, diagonal. -MATEO: For the lieutenant.

-PAUL: Oh. -Lieutenant!

-(grunts) -(all whooping and cheering)

(excited chatter)

("About You" by The 1975 playing)

-♪ ...were alive -♪ Don't let go

♪ With nothing to do

♪ I could lay and just look in your eyes ♪

♪ Do you think I have forgotten? ♪

♪ Do you think I have forgotten? ♪

♪ About you?

(country rock theme music playing)

♪♪

(music fades out)

(fanfare playing)