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The massive tsunami struck

the Southern California shoreline...

First responders search

for the many still missing and feared dead.

Chris! Christopher!

Christopher!

Christopher!

Has anyone seen a boy in the water?

Come on. Hey!

He's got brown hair, glasses,

yellow T-shirt...

have you seen a little boy?

No, I'm sorry.

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Really? You wanna do this here?

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...

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

- End on a high note. - Yeah.

This is for all the marbles.

The view's still amazing.

It certainly is.

And you're still just as bad at flirting

as you were back then.

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.

And just like our marriage,

this ride is suddenly going nowhere.

I slipped the guy 50 bucks

to give us a few minutes alone.

That'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.

Not the kind of sign I was hoping for.

Oh, my God, Max.

- Please help over here. - Please help.

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.

Multiple calls from the Ferris wheel, Captain.

Okay, we're coming.

Hey, up here! Help, here!

My husband's hurt. Please!

- Help these guys in front. - Copy.

Move in here.

All right, yeah.

Let's go get them right over there.

Oh, thank God you're here.

We're save. We'll be okay.

Wait, who helped them?

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.

Sounds like a plan, Cap.

Okay.

- Oh, my God! - 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? - Got separated...

to all the spin cycle.

All right.

Let's get you up. Let's get you up.

- There we go. - Okay.

- There we go. - Thank you.

Be careful.

Don't drop me. Don't drop me.

Oh, God! Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Get me in the boat. Get me in the boat.

We've got you. We've got you, just relax.

We got you, sir. We got you.

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.

Must be a good man.

Ma'am, stay put. We're coming to you.

Thank you. We're okay.

Stay where you are. We're coming.

Please hurry. Hurry!

Hold on. Just a little bit longer.

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

He hit his neck when the wave came,

and he can't feel his fingers.

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. - Okay.

Well, that might be a sign of swelling,

which means you bruised

your neck instead of breaking it.

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

but the other one's a possible spinal.

We're gonna need a Hail Mary.

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.

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, weren't we?

What a beautiful disaster we were.

Incoming, debris!

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

Go, go, go!

Free climb, how 'bout free fall?

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

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 it. - I said it's nothing.

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

Hey, Bosko, let him have a look.

I'm not asking.

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.

Copy that, Cap.

- Who you calling? - 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.

Hey! There's a kid under here!

Christopher? Hey!

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

All right, three, two, one. Go!

Ah.

- Oh, my God. - I got you.

Yeah! Yeah!

Okay. Ooh, you're okay.

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 brown hair, 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.

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?

Dealer's choice.

Whoever they get to first.

911, what's your emergency?

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.

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 Hickey.

Louise, do you know if your daughter is

on any medications?

She's a health nut.

I don't even think she takes aspirin.

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.

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'll see what I can do,

but understand that our first responders

and emergency crews are already stretched to the brink.

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.

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.

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.

Charlie, what are you doing?

Looking for Reggie.

You're not planning on going outside?

No.

It's still not safe out there.

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?

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. - 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?

With my drone.

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

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

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...

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

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

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?

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?

Zooming.

What are we looking for, again?

I think we found it.

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.

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.

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

Muchas gracias.

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

Multiple reports of possible burglary suspects.

Hey, everyone, fresh water to your left,

first aid and blankets to the right.

Christopher.

Christopher! I'm here.

Hey, Christopher!

Mister, are you okay?

You're bleeding.

Can I get you something for that?

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?

Okay, until we know what's what,

masks go on and they stay on.

Schematics put the stairs over...

CO.

A hell of a lot of it, 212 PPMs.

Okay, Hen, Geary, check building maintenance,

central heating units.

Find the source and shut it down.

Everybody else on me. Dispatch to tenth floor.

- Copy that. - Copy that.

PPMs at over 300, Cap.

- Probably being vented in all... - 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.

Did he just say "nomenclature"?

All right, get him outside.

Residents must have taken higher ground

as the water rose.

Unfortunately, the gas did too.

Concentration is highest here at the top.

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

Okay, let's go, go, go.

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

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

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.

Copy request, Ladder 118.

All ambulances currently engaged.

- Stand by. - Standing by.

Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am. 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 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.

- 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.

Be advised,

full evacuation in effect

in national park.

Looters reported in the prospect.

Copy that.

- Did you get 'em all? - Yeah.

We should check next door.

Saw a couple of silver bowls through the window.

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

I don't think we can fit no more.

LAPD.

Both of you, put your hands in the air.

You wanna drop that box, Boss?

Uh... I can't.

Oh, I bet you can.

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

You're looting animals?

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.

No, we don't.

Ray, we talked about this. Come on.

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

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.

- Yes, ma'am. - Thank you.

- Thank you. - Have a good night.

- You too. - Yeah.

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

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

with a shirt...

- It's a good name. - It's not.

Hey. Hey!

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

Can I get your names for the list, please?

You have a list?

- Excuse me. - 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.

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.

Sorry about his mom. That's rough.

Kyle, what's wrong?

- He's drowning. - What?

What's in his mouth?

Oh, my God.

Kyle, baby, I'm here.

Short breaths, Kyle. Nice and easy.

Nice and easy. All right, on three.

One, two, three.

Get him to X-ray.

See which pulmonary specialist is available.

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.

Hello?

Is someone there?

Hello?

- Hey. - Yes?

Here.

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

Hold on, hold on.

I got you.

Captain.

Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?

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.

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.

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.

I'm afraid that's not gonna do it.

What are we talking about?

You're gonna have to finish amputating my arm.

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.

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.

Copy, Skip. Coming in.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Here. Bite down on this.

We gotta go!

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

- Chimney! - Copy that.

John!

Okay, let's hit it!

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!

We're gonna need a bigger mail truck.

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.

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.

Hey, Athena.

It's not my blood.

It's his.

Coop?

Ronnie, can you hear me?

Bosko.

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

Hey, excuse me. I'm looking for a kid.

He's got brown hair. Chris... Christopher.

How old?

Um, eight, maybe nine.

Christopher Diaz. He has CP.

Christopher Diaz.

No, not here.

You may wanna check over there at the black tent.

- Isn't that the... - The morgue.

Excuse me.

Maddie.

That name you had me looking into, Reggie...

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.

Thanks. Excuse me.

Hello?

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

Eddie dropped Christopher off with me.

He thought, you know, doing some activities with him

would get me out of my apartment...

out of my head.

Maddie, I brought him to the pier.

Oh, my God, you were there?

And I had him. All right, Mads?

I had him. I kept him safe.

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

then the water receded...

Okay, you're not answering me.

Are you injured, bleeding?

No, it doesn't matter.

Don't you hear what I am saying?

Christopher is gone.

I've checked the emergency refugee 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...

Oh, God. God, God, no.

What?

Eddie's here.

Does he know what happened?

- Evan, you have to tell him. - 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.

Look, you are in no condition to go looking

for Christopher by yourself.

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

Maddie! Maddie!

Need some help here!

Buck? Wait, what are you doing here?

Are you okay? Wait, where's Christopher?

Eddie...

We need a gurney over here.

Why do you have his glasses?

We, um...

me and Christopher,

we were... at the beach,

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

I swear to you...

okay, I tried...

And I just... but I...

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

He... he just... he...

he just vanished.

- Christopher? - Hey.

Christopher?

- Dad! - Oh, my God!

Thank you. Thank you.

You're Buck?

No, I'm his father, Eddie.

He was looking for Buck.

Make a hole!

Buck, what happened to you?

Hey.

You two okay?

Yeah, we're great.

- Oh. - Wait, hold up.

Come here.

Hang in there. Hang in there, bro.

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

It's not the same as being

abandoned or stranded.

Those things happen beyond our control.

Sometimes, we just take a wrong turn

too close to the tide.

The waters rise and sweep us away.

We fight the currents for a way back

to dry land and solid ground,

to each other...

May, sweetheart.

To normal.

Come on, baby, join us.

And when we catch our breaths,

we search the shore for all the we lost

and everything we loved, for our families...

I do.

For our dreams and our futures...

Our friends and loved ones...

And for the ones who couldn't swim.

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

if it weren't for you.

Thanks for being here.

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

Come here.

Sometimes, being lost is not knowing

how to get from where we are

to where we wanna be,

where we need to be.

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... - 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. - No, You saved him.

That's how he remembers it.

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

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.

I gotta go.

Ooh.

Love ya, have fun.

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

Oh, um...

thank you for not giving up.

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.

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