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Joey R.?

Viv K. in the flesh.

So, you're real.

You look pretty real yourself.

Hmm. Okay.

♪ 'Tain't no big thing... ♪

Okay, what's the catch?

Oh, well, you're the catch.

Pretty soon
you're gonna start

waving red flags in my face,

so let's just get it
out of the way right now.

Sounds like somebody's
been burned by the apps.

Last guy I dated, I had
to get a restraining order

against him and his mom.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

Don't get me wrong,
I'm not looking for boring.

Something with...
a little adventure.

Okay, well,
I do have one red flag.

I sneak candy
into movie theaters.

See, I knew there was a catch.

- I knew it.
- Well,

if that didn't scare you off,
why don't you pull in there?

♪ Oh... ♪

So, what's your favorite candy?

Don't hate me,
but I am not a candy person.

You like chips?

- Spicy.
- Mm.

I hate bland.

Me, too.

♪ Late that night
I parked my car ♪

♪ Staked my place
in the singles bar ♪

Okay.

♪ Face to face, toe to toe. ♪

Big bills only

and make it quick.
I got a date waiting.

♪ Oh... ♪

Start the car. Go, go, go, go!

- Go, go.
- Oh, my God, what is that?

What? It's nothing.
It's a water gun.

- What?
- But they don't know that.

- You need to start driving.
You need to start driving.
- Oh, my God.

- Now, now, now,
now, now, now!
- Oh, my God!

Oh, get down,
get down, get down!

727-L-30, I have a report
of an armed robbery

at Figueroa and Wilshire.

I'm on Broadway,
heading there now.

No need,
suspect's coming your way.

Witness says it's a black
four-door, license plate

Six, Edward, Sam, Tom,
One, Zero, Four.

Female driver,
male passenger, armed.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Well, movies are expensive.
I mean, come on.

Got eyes on them.

My God, I can't be
a getaway driver.

I'm not even a good driver.

Oh, how do you know
if you never try?

Oh, my God. It's the cops.

This is LAPD.

Pull to the shoulder.

I'm pulling over.

No, no, no, no, no.
You can't pull over.

You got this.

All right, I believe in you,
Viv. Do you feel that?

- Feel what?
- Your heart. Is it racing?

- Yeah.
- Yeah. That's that excitement.

Isn't that what
you've been looking for?

Adventure. Something
to take your breath away.

This is it, baby.

Just you and me.

- You and me?
- You and me.

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

Suspect heading towards Spring.
Requesting air support.

Just punch it, punch it,
punch it, punch it.

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oh!

♪ Can't you see? ♪

♪ Love is the drug for me. ♪

- We got two passengers
trapped underneath.
- Any movement?

- None.
- All right, rubbish hooks. Buck,

driver's side. Hen, Eddie,
you're on the passenger's side.

Let's move.

Come on, let's get
these blocks off. Let's go.

Viv?

Help!

Hen!

Think we can get 'em out
through here?

Don't think we have
much of a choice.

All right, Cap.

Think we found a point of access
underneath the truck.

- Making entry now.
- Copy that.

On my way to you, Eddie.
All right. Keep digging.

We're good over here!

- LAFD.
- Get us out of here!
Get us out!

- I'm in here.
I can't open the door.
- All right, hang on.

One.

Two. Three.

Did you hit your head?

I don't-- I don't know,
but she won't wake up.

All right, watch your head.

All right.

All right, I'm bringing out
the passenger right now.

Unresponsive female
in the driver's seat.

Heavy entrapment.

We're out here.
Let' go, let's go.

Careful.
All right, watch yourself.

No apparent injuries.

W-Wait, wait. What about Viv?
She's still in there.

They're working on
getting her out.

Right now, we got
to check you out, okay?

- We got this, Cap.
- Come on. Let's move.

Okay, guys, come on.
Brick by brick.

Get her out.

How's she doing?

Pulse 160s, thready,

- but it's there.
- How's her pressure?

Pressure's 90/50. I think
she's bleeding internally.

We need to start
pushing fluids now.

Copy that.

Pump the line.

Can't get a vein.

I'll get an IO drill.

We'll go in through her sternum.

Okay, looks good.

- Can you remember your name?
- Yeah. It's, uh, Joey.

Rosato. Has a bucket of priors.

Knocks over gas stations
and taco trucks.

I thought you worked alone.

Look, this wasn't her idea,
okay? She's a good person.

God, what can I do?

Pray you don't add manslaughter
to your rap sheet.

Drill.

She could arrest at any second.

Almost there.

Keep on going!

Here comes the line.

All right, I'm in.

Flushing the line.

Bolus, go.

Heart rate just jumped to 210.

She's still not breathing.

Cap, she's still unresponsive.

Buckley, how we doing?

- Almost there. Come on.
- Hurry.

Get that backboard in here.

All right, let's get her out.
Come on, let' move.

Backboard going in.

Get it under her.

Okay, scoot her out.

- Nice and easy.
- Watch your six.
All right.

Wilson, Diaz, let's get in here.

She's in V-tach.

Starting compressions.

Clear.

- Come on, Viv.
- No change.

Clear.

Come on, Viv.

She's stabilizing.
There-there we go.

Hi, Viv, I'm Hen.

You were in an accident,
but we're here now, okay?

Okay.

All right, let's get her out.

Trauma team
at Presbyterian's the best.

They'll take good care of you.

Can't believe
I ran from the cops.

Yeah, your date
is one piece of work, huh?

Least he wasn't bland.

Wait, wait.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Whoa.

He gets one phone call, right?

- Is that just in the movies?
- That's real.

You have my number.

All right, go.

Bland is severely underrated.

Don't you have
better coffee table books?

Will you relax?
Okay, Mom and Dad

aren't gonna notice
my reading material.

Dad won't.

Have you met Mom?

I just wish they gave us
more warning.

They're retired.
Time means nothing to them.

But still, if they're gonna
be staying with you...

I'm sorry, they are
not staying with me.

- They're in an RV.
- Yeah.

Which can park on your lawn
indefinitely.

Okay, here we go.

Speak of the diesel.

- Hey, hey.
- Hey, hey.

- Come on in. Ah.
- Oh.

- Where is she? Oh, there she is.
- Grandma, Grandpa.

I swear, you grow a foot
every time we see you.

Yes, she does.

And we get so few pictures.

Oh, and there's a face
worth driving

cross-country for.

Come here and see me,
little Robert.

Oh, we call him Nash, Mom.

You and your nicknames.
Ooh, yes,

you wiggle worm.
I think somebody

- needs a new diaper.
- Oh, I'm on it.

- Here we go.
- Evan, am I okay, uh, parking

the Honeymooner on the street?

Uh, yeah, as long as you don't
plan on staying past Thursday.

W-Which would be fine.

You just have to move it
for street cleaning. All good.

- Oh.
- You decorated.

- Ah...
- It's very homey.

Yeah, I guess. I don't know.

Is it? Not too homey, right?

More of a bachelor pad.
Not really set up for guests.

You got that guest room.

Don't worry,
your father booked a spot

at a cozy trailer park.

Don't want us dumping our septic

on your front lawn.

You think I'd spring something
like that on you?

Uh...

Oh.

- Expecting another guest?
- No, I don't,

I don't think so.

Whoa. Uh, okay. Thank you.

- Appreciate it. I got it.
- Wow. What is that?

Something elaborate.

It's, uh, it's from Nashville.

The city?

No, the fire department.

"Congratulations
on your acceptance

"to the 51st Annual
American Firefighting Games.

See you in Music City."

What's that?

It's like
the firefighter Olympics.

Teams from all across

the country come to compete,
and I guess this year,

- it's in Nashville, Tennessee.
- Ooh.

- Did you win a sweepstakes
or something?
- No, no.

This is elite.

I mean, you have to be

submitted by your captain.

Hey, thanks, man.

I didn't know you had
that kind of faith in me.

I didn't.

No, I mean,
I didn't submit anybody.

You have to apply to these games
a year in advance.

So you didn't
put me up for this?

No. Wasn't me.

Huh.

It was Bobby.

What was that? Are you okay?

Harry.

- You know I have a doorbell.
- You know I have a key.

- You know I don't have
any pants on.
- Yes.

We definitely know that.
Thank you.

Can you please just get dressed?

- Yeah.
- I'm sorry.

No, please, please, please
don't move, please.

Here. I got, I got you donuts.

Okay, no, no, no. Just wait
a minute. We-we can talk.

No, no, no.
I'm not hungry no more.

Harry.

You didn't see anything.
You didn't see anything.

You didn't see anything.

I saw everything.

Okay, so dinner tonight.

We should celebrate the games.

What do you guys think
about fried catfish,

collard greens, and coleslaw?

Uh, I think that's three things
you've never cooked before.

So? What's wrong
with a culinary experiment?

Tripe pudding.

Isn't tripe like
the stomach of an animal?

Yes, and also the failed
culinary experiment at the 118.

I swear, I thought Gerrard

was gonna hang this kid
over the railing by his ankles.

Oh, I wouldn't let him. Kid
would've passed out too fast.

Then what lesson
would he have learned?

What-what was the lesson?

Experiment at home,

not in the house
of hangry firefighters.

- Period.
- Explain.

Hey, you got one, too?

Does this mean you also
got accepted to the Games?

You're not responsible for this?

It had to be submitted
by someone

with the rank
of captain or higher.

Oh for two.

Bobby?

He submitted us?

Now I feel like a jerk
for being mad about that.

It sounds like it could be fun.

- Do you want to go?
- Then who would

watch your kid when you're gone?

I didn't say I was going.

You really gonna
let Bobby down like that?

When he believed in you so much?

You guys are the worst.

What do we got to do
for this thing?

This is a friendly competition

where you make meaningful
relationships with other

firefighters that will
last a lifetime.

And you must crush them.

You win,

or you don't come home.

Yo. Where'd you, uh,
where'd you come from?

I work here.

Me, too. Yeah.

Do we need to talk?

Nah, no, no.
We're all good, all good.

All... good...

Where you going?

Thought I should get
out of these clothes.

Yo, where are you going?

The shift's about to start.
You're not even in uniform.

Nah, nah, I think I'm just
gonna change in my car.

Yeah, okay.
Unbelievable.

Chelsea backed out again.

She can't take Dad
to his appointment.

Apparently, she's sick,

for the third time in two weeks.

So guess who's rearranging
her schedule to take him now?

- I'm guessing you.
- I am so tired of dealing

with the consequences
of her actions.

Burdens of being the big sister.

But your generosity

is one of the many qualities
that made me fall in love

with you in the first place.

What were you doing?

Fixing the leak under the sink.

Check it out. No more drip.

This is dangerous.

What, screwing in pipes?
I'm skilled with tools.

You know repair talk
makes me feral.

Weren't you just upset
about your sister?

But now you're standing there

with a wrench in your hand,

talking pipe to me.

- I had to change a nut.
- Oh.

The old one
was screwed on too tight.

- Oh, too tight, huh?
- Yeah.

It cracked, so it caused
a leak in the P-trap.

Needed to put in
a new one of those, too.

One-and-a-half inches.

You've got more than that.

I'm Sean,
my wife's name is Vanessa.

She started having
trouble breathing,

and then she passed out.

- She's right here.
- All right.

Did she hit her head?

No, she-she didn't fall.
She was already on the floor.

What was she doing?

Uh, exerting herself.

All right, let's get in there.
Buck, clear that space.

Ma'am?

Angioedema.
Swelling and hives

on the lips, throat, and tongue.

Does your wife
have any allergies?

No, not that I know of.

She's not getting enough air.

No, satting 85.

BP is 78/39.

All right.
She's in anaphylactic shock.

O2 and .5 milligrams of epi.

Did she eat anything unusual?
Maybe get stung or bit?

I'm-I'm... I don't know.

You said
she was exerting herself.

Can you be more specific?

We were...

being intimate.

Did you two do anything
out of the ordinary?

Maybe incorporate something
that could've led to

some sort of allergic reaction?

- Maybe something
from the kitchen?
- No. I mean,

we were on the kitchen floor.
Does dust count?

Hey, Vanessa.

You're okay. We're here to help.

All right,
let's get her up.

Oh, God, Vanessa.

- I was so worried.
- Okay, on three.

One. Two. Three.

What happened?

You had an allergic reaction.

To what?

That is
the million-dollar question.

BP's rising. O2 sats are at 93.

Your husband said
you didn't have any allergies,

- is that right?
- Uh, just penicillin.

I didn't, I didn't know that.
Why didn't you tell me?

Never came up.

Is there any way you could've
come in contact with penicillin?

Um, no.

I haven't been sick. I mean,

I haven't even seen
my own doctor in over a year.

- So, no.
- Hmm...

All right.

I got a penicillin shot
yesterday.

I didn't know medication
could transfer like that.

I mean, it's rare,
but enough of it

could cause
an allergic reaction,

especially if it's
a slow release, like

the penicillin that
they use to treat strep

- and syphilis.
- Uh, sorry, wait, wait, wait.

You better have strep throat.

Syphilis?

What-what the hell?
How did you even...

Wait, w...

Chelsea.

Chelsea's on penicillin.

She was complaining
about the side effects, but

- I thought she was lying.
- Vanessa...

You cheated on me
with my sister?

- Going for the sister.
- And then, you gave me

syphilis?

Technically,

she gave you syphilis.
If you even have syphilis,

which we don't know
that you do. Right?

I'm not a doctor.

All right, ma'am,
you should get a course

of non-penicillin antibiotics,

just to be sure.

All right.
Let's get her in the ambo.

I want to come with her.

Never again.

Harry, that's too loose.

You got to keep it tight
or it won't fit in the bed.

Talk to me like that
one more time, Ravi, I swear.

Talk to you like what?

- Do you really want to do this?
- Yeah.

- I do, actually.
- Fine.

You took advantage of my sister.

Well, you clearly have no idea
what you're talking about.

Because what?
I'm her stupid little brother?

She made the first move.

- And several
of the subsequent ones.
- Okay, shut up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What the hell is going on here?

Ravi had sex with my sister.

As you were.

You know, you should
really consider

who you're actually mad at here,

because it ain't me.

Everyone having wine?
I'll order a bottle.

How about some bubbly?

Oh, you don't have to
twist my arm.

Evan, are you a Prosecco man

these days?

Uh, are we
celebrating something?

Being together.

Is that enough to celebrate?

Yeah, it's about time we took
you kids out for a nice dinner.

Yeah, sure, I just figured maybe
this place is a little too nice.

Oh, okay, don't look a gift
filet mignon in the mouth.

I'm just saying,
they're on a road trip

in a camper.

Just because
we live in a tin can

doesn't mean
we have to eat out of one.

Fair enough.

So what is on the agenda
while you're out west?

Well, we booked a whale watching
trip up the coast,

and then maybe a hike
through the redwoods.

I can't wait to do that with
the kids when they're older.

You know, getting an RV,
go on some adventures.

You want to buy ours?
We'll cut you a deal.

The Honeymooner?

Your mother and I are
selling it.

No way.

But you guys love that thing,

and you've only had it,

what is it, six years?

Six years, 32 states,

12 national parks.

Tallied it up yesterday.

So, what, this is like
the farewell tour?

Something like that.

You guys didn't even
do Yellowstone.

You always said
that was on the bucket list.

Yes, but I found out it's
very crowded this time of year.

You don't just sell your
prized possession unless you...

you have to.

Are you sick?

No, honey, we're fine.

No, but Buck has a point.
I mean, you swoop into town,

you take us to a fancy dinner.
Something's up.

Whatever it is, just say it.

So, do we know
what we're having?

We're getting a divorce.

We're gonna need another minute.

Sure.

I can't believe they hit you
with divorce talk

before you even had appetizers.

You're supposed to do that kind
of thing over dessert.

Yup. I guess they were
so excited about splitting up,

they just couldn't
contain themselves.

I know you're mad 'cause
they sprung this on you, but...

They didn't even give us
an actual reason why.

It was just vague talk

about drifting apart
and wanting different things.

How long have they been married?

49 years in June.

You would think
that the hard stuff

would come up in the beginning
or during the crazy kid years.

But once you get
in your upper 40s,

shouldn't it be smooth sailing
by that point?

The gray divorce.

The what now?

- Buck and I googled it
in the car.
- Oh.

How's he taking this?

He didn't say anything
at the restaurant except,

"If you're happy, we're happy."

He's probably
shell-shocked.

I'm sure he'll bounce back

with some harebrained scheme
to fix everything.

This might be the hardest thing
I've ever had to face.

You're strong.
You can handle it.

I mean, do I go full Stetson?

Urban/chic?

Or "row-day-o"/competitive?

Rodeo. It's not "row-day-o."

Why do you need
a cowboy hat anyway?

'Cause it's Nashville.

Yeah, but we're
representing Los Angeles.

I guess I'm just trying to get
in the spirit of things.

Wait a minute, you're a Texan.

You've got to have
a cowboy hat, right?

In El Paso.

Great. Useful.

You know, if Bobby would've told
us about this thing a year ago,

when he actually signed us up,

you could've
brought me one back.

A year ago, I didn't know
I was coming back.

Hey!

Not fair.

No mercy.

Is that how we're playing?

You know, uh, forget
the-the hat thing.

Um... we-we need a strategy.

- A strategy?
- Yeah.

We're gonna be competing against

firehouses from
all across the country,

and we need to crush them all.

- Come on.
- Eddie,
come on, listen.

Bobby chose us for this.
Me and you.

We have to make him proud.
Losing is not an option.

I may come from a line
of quitters and losers,

but DNA's not destiny.

I don't know what that means.

Oh, my parents are
getting a divorce.

- I thought I mentioned that.
- Ooh.

Wait, hold on. No, you didn't.

Since when?

Uh, yeah,

since they rolled
into town in their RV

and sprung the news
on me and Maddie at dinner.

Wow.

Buck, I'm sorry.

Why? They're divorcing
each other,

not divorcing me.

Yeah, but they're-they're
still your parents.

It's always hard on the kids.

Uh, not-not me.

No, I'm-I'm fine.

Uh, you know,
we should, we should

talk dietary strategy.

You don't want to talk about...

No. I'm good.

Come on, come on, come on.

What's for dinner? Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Third plate?
Mom, who's the third plate for?

Mom, do we have
more salad dressing?

- Mm.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

Are you finding it to be
a little underdressed?

I thought you would've
liked it that way.

The amount of dressing I use
in the privacy of my own home

- is none of your business.
- Mm.

There's more in the kitchen.

I'll get it.

Should I bring back
more chicken, too?

Um, sure. Why not?

Who doesn't love
some free-range meat?

Was it free-range?

'Cause I'm-I'm-I'm pretty sure
that chicken had a house.

Right? A-A-A place
where he needed to

peacefully co-exist
with other chickens.

Mm-hmm.

What chickens do
in their free time

is, again,
none of your business.

Maybe we should be done
with the chicken.

Mm. Thank you.

You have no sense
of boundaries.

You've taken
my professional network

and turned it into
your personal dating pool,

and now I have to look
that man in the eyes

every single shift

knowing exactly what he is
hiding underneath his turnouts.

You don't know the half of it.

And I don't want to.

That's literally the point.

My God, Harry,
why can't you just let it go?

- It was for a good cause.
- Oh, right.

Because you are just
such a philanthropist.

You know what?

I really do hope you got
your donation's worth.

You know what?
As a matter of fact, I did.

And then some.

So you're not even gonna ask
what that was about?

Can't. I'm having pie.

Delicious.

Mmm.

You know, that looks
oddly satisfying.

Hitting things
with a big hammer usually is.

Oh, it's also something
I probably shouldn't attempt

under the influence.
Under what influence?

Your third lemonade sugar rush?

I put vodka in mine.

I also put vodka in yours.

Well, I didn't know

- it was that kind of visit.
- What kind?

Look, you don't have to worry
about me, Maddie.

I'm fine.

Well, I'm not.

I mean, the only thing that we
could count on our entire lives

is that they had
each other's backs.

Yeah. They're not fighting.
They're just giving up.

Is it weird that I kind of wish

they were at
each other's throats?

You know, fighting
about Aunt Gertie's china

or who's gonna spend
the holidays with the grandkids.

It's just... not our parents.

I mean, who decides
to get a divorce and then

jumps in an RV,

and drives cross-country?

Only our parents.

You know,

when Bobby submitted us
for this Nashville thing...

...Eddie wasn't even here.

He was still living in El Paso.

You think Bobby knew
he was coming back?

'Cause that's what families do.

No matter how hard it is
or how far apart they are.

They find a way home.

Even if they have to fight
like hell to get there.

We've never had that.

No. Not with them.

Wait, is there another family

that I don't know about?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, there is.

One that you married into.

Okay. Why don't you tell me

what's wrong, and we'll
figure it out together?

It's my husband.

Is he ill or injured?

I'm not sure.

I-I found this note.

I-In his office. I...

I was looking for some receipts,
you know, for my

refrigerator because
the ice maker's making

- a terrible...
- Ma'am, what did the note say?

G-Goodbye.

Does your husband have a history

of depression or self-harm?

An hour ago,
I-I would've said no.

And you don't know
where he is right now?

He left a few days ago. Um,
camping trip. He-he just said

he needed to clear his head, but

I have been calling and calling,

and-and he's not answering.

What's your husband's name?

Charlie.

And what's your name?

Oh, I'm... I'm Nora.

Hi, Nora. I'm Maddie.

Did Charlie say
where he was going?

No. But, um,

he likes to-to hike on-on the,

the old hiking trail
up by the reservoir.

I mean, he's up there
quite a bit.

I know you tried calling him.
What about location sharing?

Did you guys have that
enabled on your phones?

I don't, I don't think
it's working,

'cause when I looked, I didn't
see his phone on the map, and...

I don't know what that means.

Cell service out there
can be pretty thin.

Let me get park services
to take a look for us.

He...

You said that he went
to clear his head.

Clear it of what?

It's been rough lately,
you know?

Our daughter, Allie,
all grown up

and off to college.

Then, he was laid off last year,

and he's been looking
ever since, but nothing.

Most times, he doesn't even
get a call back,

so he just rattles

around the house like a man who

doesn't even know
wh-what to do with himself.

That must be hard
on both of you.

I don't know
what to say anymore, so

I just don't say anything.

"I feel so alone."

That's what he wrote.

"I look to the future,
and I can't

"quite see one.

"I try and muster up hope,
but I can't even

manage a prayer."

It can be hard, you know?

A marriage.

One day, you open your eyes,
and your best friend

seems like a stranger.

And all the, all the dreams
you-you saved for later?

Suddenly, there's not much
later left.

Uh, Nora?

They found him.

He-He's fine.

- Thank you. Nora?
- Charlie?

You're okay?

Why wouldn't I be?

You turned
your phone off.

Well, there's no signal out
here. Why waste the battery?

Is that really why I was just
interrogated by a park ranger

about my mental health?

I found your note.

What note?

The one in a box in your office.

Oh, Nora.

You were never meant
to see that note.

It's your words,
y-your-your handwriting.

Written 30 years ago.

When I wrote that note,
I was just a kid.

Young, aimless.

A whole lot of stupid.

I kept that note, I suppose,

to remind myself
of how far I'd come.

I thought I had nothing
to live for.

Turns out, I was wrong.

What-what changed?

I met you.

I don't want to die, Nora.

I want to live the time
we have left.

Together.

I love you, Nora.

I love you, too.

Maddie.

Thank you so much.

You're very welcome.

Harry.

I was gonna leave it
under the mat.

Yeah.

- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry.

Come in.

Look, I was, um...

I was acting like a child.

And that's on me.

I apologize for that.

And I should've been
more understanding.

And a little less defensive.

You shouldn't have to defend
yourself in the first place.

You're an adult.

We're both adults.

You know you'll always be that
smelly little kid in my eyes.

And you'll always be
my annoying big sister

who always has my back.

I'm sorry I didn't have yours.

To growing old
and staying young.

- Forever.
- Together.

Uh... I'll see you
tomorrow night for dinner?

Yes.

I love you, little bro.

Love you, too.

Hey.

Keep it.

You sure?

In case I need you
to water my plants.

Okay.

- I'll see you later.
- All right.

- Dad.
- I come at a bad time?

Uh, no. Come on in.
I just, I didn't hear the RV.

No, your mother was napping,
so I-I took an Uber.

You, uh, packing for Knoxville?

Nashville, Dad.

Excited?

Uh, yeah, yeah.
It should be fun.

Also an honor.

Being chosen to represent
your fire station.

Your captain must've had
a lot of, uh, faith in you.

Uh, Bobby always saw
the best in everybody.

Just hope I can live up to it.

Son, um...

I was hoping, before you left--
or we did--

that I-I'd get a chance
to apologize.

Oh, listen, not my business.

- You're two grown adults...
- No, no, not about the divorce.

About the funeral.

- The funeral?
- When we got

your e-mail about

what happened to, uh,

to your Captain Nash,

we should've been here,
and we weren't.

Uh...

You were busy.

We were in wine country.

In this state.

We could've been here.
We should've been here.

I'm sorry.

So why weren't you?

Because...

we're terrible parents.

No, you're...

...you're not terrible.

Not great.

You were fine.

I appreciate that.

I think I know

what he meant to you, Evan.

And I'm so sorry you lost him.

Um...

- Tha-Thank you.
- I was hoping maybe

if you have a moment...

you could tell me
a little about him.

Y... You want me
to tell you about Bobby?

I'd like to know more about

the man who helped
raise my son.

I love you, Dad.

I love you too, son.

Hey, Eddie, come on.
Car's here.

I'm coming.

All right, everybody
gather around to send off

our conquering heroes.

All right!

My cowboys ready to represent?

You know, I stayed up all night
watching the Dollars Trilogy.

I now speak fluent outlaw.

- Oh-ho-ho.
- Wasn't that made by an Italian?

All right.
Diaz and Buckley,

champions of the 118,

as you go into battle,

I want you to take these words
of inspiration to guide you.

"If you ain't first..."

"You're last."

Give 'em hell. Give 'em hell.

You know we will.

And I expect a party
when we get back.

Yeah!

All right, everybody.
Back to work.

Ravi, hold up.

Yeah?

Listen, I-I know
things have been weird,

and a lot of that
is probably on me, but

I just, I-I wanted to...

You're a good guy.

With a surprisingly muscular
build for somebody so lean.

But the point is,

my sister could've done
a lot worse.

Thank you.

So does this mean you'd
be okay with me dating her?

Sure.

As long as you'll be okay
with transferring

to a different firehouse.