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Um, I usually just make a protein shake

and drink it on my way to work.

No.

Mmm!

Okay, that might be better than sex.

Uh!

That sounds like a challenge.

Oh, I feel guilty being this happy

when people are dying every day.

Mm, you feel guilty that Warren
is not seeing his wife and kids,

and we're here in the shack?

In the shack?

On the shack?

- Ah.
- What is it?

Oh, you... you mean "shacking up."

- Yeah.
- I... Yeah, yeah.

Shacking up.

- Yes.
- Shacking up.

We're here shacking up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

No way. How'd you do that?

Hey, can you help Marsha put
away all the groceries?

Thank you.

You really don't need
to keep feeding us.

No, I want to.

Oh, I got to get back to the station.

- You doing okay?
- Yeah. Yeah, we're good.

No, I mean you, Inara.

Are you good?

I'm really good.

What's up?

What's this?

Breakfast.

Pre-cut fruit?

It truly is end of days.

Wait. Wait, no eggs and bacon?

We don't get eggs and bacon?

Don't we sacrifice enough?!

Warren says it's not safe to
cook family-style anymore.

Individual foods only.

You know, then I'm gonna make
myself an individual dozen eggs

and an individual pound of bacon.

Hmm!

Oh, come on!

Individual yogurts?

Individual yogurts. Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay.

Oh, hey.

Oh, hi.

- Heh.
- Nice to meet you in real life, sir.

You're taller than I thought.

Oh, yeah. Yes, sir.

Well, this is, uh, an odd choice

to hold your disciplinary hearing,

at the scene of the crime.

You know, City Hall is shut down
like everything else.

So, we can socially distance
here, and, uh...

Look, um, I... I know you're nervous.

I've been down this road myself.

It's not easy walking into
something like this alone.

Yeah, it's not so much about walking in.

More about walking out.

Oh, hey.

Hi. Um, I-I'm not here.

I-I'm barely here.
Just don't look at me.

Just... No, no.

- Uh, Andy?
- Yeah.

- Well, go talk to her.
- Are you sure?

- It might calm your nerves.
- Are you sure? Okay.

Hey. Hey, wait.

Robert, I'm sorry. I forgot.

No, this is all a big mess.

You work here. You can't stay away.

I can go home if you want.

- No, no.
- Or not.

Or I'll... I'll sit in the front
row, cheering you on.

- Whatever you need.
- No. I can't see you.

I can't see your face.

If I see your face when I'm in there...

I know. I know. I'll blow your future

- with the fire department.
- No, no. If I see you,

I'm gonna want to kiss you...

- Oh.
- ...the way I do right now.

If I kiss you in front of
the fire commission...

Mm.

...that will screw my
future in the fire department.

- Okay. Bye.
- So, I can't... I can't...

Good luck, Robert.

Okay.

- You got this.
- Alright.

Okay. Alright.

- Travis.
- Emmett.

- Hey.
- What are you... Are you back?

God, no.

Uh, no, I'm... I'm just here to testify,

uh, in Sullivan's thing.

- Right.
- Yeah.

- That's... heavy.
- Yeah.

- How are you?
- I'm good. Yeah.

I'm just working at the hospital.

- Contact tracing.
- Oh, that's... that's amazing.

Engine 19 and Aid
Car 19 requested to 77 Joy Street.

That's me. Sorry.

No, it's okay. It's okay.

- Um, it was good to see you.
- Yeah.

Warren.

Herrera, I already know
what you're gonna say.

Great, so I can stop worrying
you're gonna help end

my husband's firefighting career?

I'm gonna tell the truth.

And I'm not telling you not to.

I'm just saying Robert made a mistake,

and there's a way
to talk about his mistake

and how he's worked
himself back from it.

Andy, no... no... no one's
saying he hasn't changed.

I-I've seen it. I've seen him. But...

But what?

This is my dream, Andy.

And that dream might come to an end

because of what Sullivan did.

Countless lives might not be
saved because of what we did.

Ima... Ima... Imagine if it was Miranda.

What if Miranda made a mistake
and you needed me to help?

I mean, obviously, it would
never be you and Miranda

because you're...
You're you and Miranda.

You're both so clear and smart
and moral and... and fine.

You're always so fine.

Which is why I need you to help us.

You have to help so Robert and I

can have a shot at being
you and Miranda.

So we can have a shot at being fine.

I'm gonna tell the truth.

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Call was a smoke smell?

Yeah.

Looks alright from the outside.

- Ooh-whee!
- No, there it is.

Yeah, we definitely got an
electrical short somewhere in there.

Wiggins, Klyne,

walk the perimeter and look for smoke.

The rest of us, let's find a way in.

Oh, my God, is that...?

Rainbow Trout?

That's me! Fish on a platter.

Who's asking?

Oh, Miss Trout, I-I'm just
a huge, huge fan.

I saw you years ago
at Queen Patty's, and...

How... How are
you walking in those things?

Ohh, baby, don't ask questions
you don't want the answer to.

- Alright.
- Mm-hmm.

Smell's not as bad down here.
Let's head back this way.

I don't think I can walk through this.

If I lose my career here today,

I... Honestly, uh,

I don't think
I'll be able to stay clean.

You need to get your feet
underneath you, Robert.

Right here and right now.

Not off in some imaginary future.

Come on, let's take a deep breath.

That's it. One day at a time.

And today, it's one minute at a time.

I'm here, okay? You're here.

We're both healthy.
We're both clean and sober.

That's what we know, at this minute.

Okay.

Hi.

Herrera, what's up?

Are you gonna testify
at Robert's hearing?

He asked me not to.

He said no histrionics, no dramatics,

just let his lawyer take care of it.

Of course he did.

He... He doesn't want me there, either.

We're four weeks into
a 90-day separation,

and he thinks me being there
would be a distraction.

So that's why you've been sleeping here.

It's okay. We're good.
I... It's for his sobriety.

- His sponsor thought...
- I got it. I just... I didn't know.

Well, now you know.

Look, I'm his wife,

and he has asked me not to be there,

and I really want to
ignore that, but I can't.

So I'm asking you to bust in there,

bring everyone, help the commission see

what type of man my husband really is.

I'm sorry. I can't, Andy.

He asked me not to.

Okay.

Thanks.

Residents, please be aware

we are cutting the power momentarily

due to an electrical short.

Please make your way
out of the building.

Thank you.

I'm so hungry.

Dude, why didn't you
just eat the yogurt?

Because I don't want to eat
the yogurt, Gibson.

I want my eggs and bacon.

And don't food-shame me because
you have a rescue family

that gives you doughnuts
and bagels every morning.

My sister, she'd rather watch me
die of starvation

than make me breakfast.

Sorry, "rescue family"?

Yeah, man. You got a little family.

It's nice.

Hey, guys. This is the Rainbow Trout.

- She lives here.
- Ma'am.

- How long has...
- Call me "ma'am" again,

and I'm calling the police.

Sorry. Uh, Miss Trout, is it?

Mm-hmm.

How long has the smell been going on?

Mm, couple hours.

We thought it was the plant
a few blocks over.

- You lose power today?
- On and off.

- But we do have a slumlord, so...
- Oh.

...not that weird.

Can you get us into the building

so we can take care of that short?

Come on in, sugar.

Come on in, sugar!

Oh. Yeah, okay. Yeah.

Oof, the smell is even worse in here.

How many units are in this building?

15.

- Three on each floor?
- Uh-huh.

Although three of them
are empty right now,

thanks to Miss Rona Virus.

Okay, uh, find the electrical box,

cut the power, and then sweep
the first floor,

check for hot spots.

Miller and I will start
on the fifth floor.

- Alright.
- Oh, but I-I wanted, uh...

Fine!

And you saw that he'd
OD'd on the floor of his own office?

Um, well, I... At first, I
thought he'd just passed out.

But then I saw the fentanyl, so...

But you didn't report him.

Well, I-I was a rookie, you know.

And he said the station ran on trust.

You mean he manipulated you.

It was a tough situation, and...
And I probably handled it wrong.

This wasn't your fault, Mr. Dixon.

Did Mr. Sullivan tell you it was?

No. No.

Uh, but when I-I told
Dr. Warren, I said...

You told Dr. Warren?

Well, how long was it before
Warren turned in Mr. Sullivan?

Um...

I...

I don't... I... I don't know.

Was it more than a week?

And wouldn't you think that,

with something as serious as this,

that he might have reported it sooner?

Don't mind the music.

We've been streaming our shows
from here.

♪ Mirror, mirror on the wall ♪

♪ Don't say it, 'cause I know I'm cute ♪

♪ Ooh, baby ♪

♪ Louis down to my drawers ♪

♪ LV all on my shoes ♪

♪ Ooh, baby ♪

♪ I be drippin' so much sauce ♪

♪ Got a bih lookin' like RAGÚ ♪

♪ Ooh, baby ♪

♪ Lit up like a crystal ball ♪

♪ That's cool, baby, so is you ♪

♪ That's how I roll ♪

♪ It ain't my fault that
I'm out here gettin' loose ♪

♪ Gotta blame it on the Goose ♪

♪ Gotta blame it on my juice, baby ♪

♪ It ain't my fault that
I'm out here makin' news ♪

♪ I'm the pudding in the proof ♪

♪ Gotta blame it on my juice ♪

♪ Ya-ya-ee ♪

♪ Ya-ya ♪

♪ Ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee ♪

♪ Blame it on my juice ♪

♪ Blame it, blame it on my juice ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

Oh, girls, girls, girls, girls.

We have guests.

Bow, if you don't quit pulling focus...

Rainbow, what have I told you

about bringing over male entertainers?

You need Jesus.

Hi, ma'am... miss.

We're with the, uh,

- Seattle Fire Department.
- Mm-hmm.

Someone called in about a smoke smell,

so we just have to check your unit.

Oh, do you now?

Your apartment.

We're gonna check your apartment.

You are all messes.
These are actual firefighters!

I saw the truck.

- Oh.
- Lord!

Thank you for your service.

- Oh! Jesus, Lord, and Mary!
- What happened?

We're also cutting the power.

Uh... Thanks for the notice.

We'll... We'll... We'll be quick.

Ma'ams... misses, misses.

- I'm going with them.
- Yeah.

He's putting in the work to stay sober.

He's coming to meetings,
asking me to be his sponsor,

even committed to a 90-day
separation from his wife

so he could focus
on his recovery full-time.

He's on the right path.

Thank you, Dr. Webber.

Exactly how long have you known
Robert Sullivan?

Long enough to know
that he's a man of...

So, your glowing recommendation
is based on what?

Your own personal history
as a drug addict?

What's the toughest thing you've
ever overcome, Mr. Lowther?

A bad hair day? A traffic ticket?

Or your favorite ribeye overcooked?

Addiction is a disease, sir.

It's not a weakness or a shortcoming.

Thank you, Dr. Webber.

Overcoming addiction is a daily battle.

It's clawing your way back
to any semblance of normal,

and there is nothing that is
harder than that first step.

And Robert Sullivan has taken it.

Despite the agonizing pain
of withdrawal,

despite the fear of losing
the career he loves,

he's still putting one foot
in front of the other,

one day at a time.

And he deserves to be judged
as much for that

as he does his past.

Thank you, Dr. Webber.

Bring in Mr. Dixon, please.

Good job down there, man.

Thanks.

- Mr. Dixon...
- Okay.

Here goes another episode
of the Michael Dixon show.

I first became aware of the drug problem

when Sullivan and Warren
came to my office to confess.

Why didn't you report them immediately?

I was conducting
an internal investigation,

trying to handle it before it escalated.

In my career, I've learned that

if you don't handle
these situations by the book,

a lot of important details can
slip through the cracks.

Okay, t-they have
to know that that's bull, right?

No, nothing my father gets away
with anymore surprises me.

What I found interesting was
how long it had been going on

before I was made aware.

And how long was that?

Could have been six months, a year.

There have been several incidents

since Sullivan joined Station 19

that have resulted
in the loss of a firefighter,

the most recent being Pruitt Herrera.

Instead of commanding the scene
from outside

like a battalion chief is supposed to,

it is reported that Sullivan
was inside the building,

shifting responsibility

onto his newly minted captain,
Maya Bishop.

Oh, I'm gonna kill him.

I'm... I'm... I'm gonna kill him.

I realize now that he was likely using,

but most affected

was probably my son, Emmett.

And yet your son was
complimentary of Chief Sullivan.

My boy had a difficult year.

Learned some things about himself.

He's... homosexual.

He hasn't said two words to me
since I told him,

but sure, Dad, out me publicly
for political gain.

Now, it doesn't matter to me,

but I can't help but wonder

if that's what Sullivan used
to manipulate him,

keep him quiet.

No, no, no, no.

Mr. Dixon, you've been punished

for your part in the cover-up,
is that correct?

All charges against me were dropped.

The investigation was mishandled.

I was asked to resign
from my position as fire chief,

which I haven't contested,

as I was not happy with the way

the department handled this case
in the first place.

So you're currently unemployed?

As a matter of fact, I've
recently accepted a new position

as deputy chief of operations

with the Seattle Police Department.

No.

What? Did... Did you know that?

And I'm excited to continue
serving the city that I love.

Thank you for your tireless
service to the city, Mr. Dixon.

Oh, you're quite welcome.

Sorry for the mess.

We've had to start doing our
shows in here since lockdown.

What are you looking for, exactly?

Checking outlets and switches
for hot spots.

In case there's an electrical fire.

Oh, thank you, Miss Know-It-All!

Izzy's a volunteer firefighter,
and she never lets us forget it.

Izzy. Izzy Packing.

Known at Station 7
as Firefighter Arnett.

You guys all live here together?

Sure do.

And we've felt every bit of it
since quarantine started.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, that's Big Red.

She wouldn't work for your skin tone.

Can I go in there?

Mm-hmm.

- Oh, my Lord!
- Is that smoke?

Is our house on fire?!

It's about to be.

Yeah. We got to get out of here now!

Grab your girdles, girls! Let's go!

- Okay.
- The chicken.

You can leave the chicken.

Just calmly.

Don't run, please, in the heels.
Please don't run.

Seattle Fire!

Oh, wait. I saw Emmett at
the station this morning.

Was that weird, or...?

No, it was... It was actually...

Okay, yeah, it was painfully awkward.

Yeah, you know...

...you did force him out of the closet,

and then you rejected him when
he told you he loved you.

Seattle Fire!
We need to check your apartment!

Okay, number one, for the record,

I didn't force any...

- Oh, my God.
- What?

I was sleeping with my dad.

Emmett was my dad.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.
That totally tracks, actually.

But you know what? Whatever.

It happens to all of us, right?

At some point, you know?

Like Henry Cosgrove... He was my dad.

The circus guy? Seattle Fire!

Yeah, he was a workaholic.
He was always broke.

I never saw him, except for
at like 5:00 a.m.,

when he was, you know,
making me breakfast,

all bleary-eyed and...

So, like all your ex-boyfriends?

Excuse me. Jackson was not broke.

Dispatch, this is Engine 19,
requesting Ladder 19.

Gibson, Ladder 19 is four blocks away.

Copy. We have a possible electric fire.

We're not seeing any flames,
so it's likely in the walls.

We're starting evac.

I can't believe they brought in Dixon.

How does he have any credibility?

The man is a cockroach.
I swear he won't die.

So, Carina moved in.

This morning, she...
She made me French toast.

And... And I know.

"How nice." "What a lovely gesture."

My super, super hot Italian girlfriend

got up early to make me
this gourmet breakfast,

and I sat there
nearly breaking out in hives

because it was so... It was so nice.

I mean, too nice?

I-I kept looking around my apartment

at her things on my bookshelves
and her vagina art...

Vagina art?

...and her bras drying in my bathroom,

and I was like, "Is this my life now?"

I mean, I'm... I'm allergic to monogamy,

and I moved in with
my girlfriend during a pandemic,

and there's something wrong with me

because she's perfect
and I want to be with her.

I want to live with her.

But it's like my body
has this security system

that goes off at all the wrong times.

It's like my wiring is faulty.

Or maybe it's just that Carina

is light and lovely and I'm not.

I mean, I'm dark as hell and messy,

and I-I just need to be able to call

my equally dark and messy best friend

when I'm freaking out over
vagina art and French toast,

and I can't.

- You can call me.
- Can I?

I mean, your entire world
crumbled a few weeks ago,

and I heard about it from Gibson.

Gibson, Ladder 19 on scene. Update?

Smoke on the fifth floor.

We're evacuating all units now,

working our way down.

On empty stomachs.

Copy.

Seriously?

Do what you gotta do.

Ooh, damn!

Guess that'll teach 'em to park
in front of a fire hydrant.

Send tweet.

Step back, guys. Give them room.

This is ridiculous! There is no fire!

We're trying to make sure
it stays that way!

Excuse me!

Excuse me, Mr. Firefighter Man.

Ruby Red Slippers! Oh!

Sorry, I'm a big fan. Hi. Are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine, but my sisters
haven't come out yet.

They went back in for their valuables,

and I haven't seen them since.

We're gonna get everyone out. I got you.

Okay, thank you. Thank you.

Montgomery, Hughes, continue with evac.

Herrera, Cutler,
get water to the fifth floor

so it's ready to go when
Miller and Gibson find fire.

Fifth floor's clear of civilians.

Checking for hot spots.
I think we're close.

Copy. Hose is on its way up.

You know, they're not a rescue case.

Who? The queens?

No, Inara, Marcus.

Oh, yeah, man. They're cool.

Yeah, I know they're cool,
but they're not, like, charity.

You know, I-I care about them.

Dude. I know.

Okay.

Oh, y-you.

Y-You are a lying, manipulative con man.

Sure, make me the villain,
if that's what you need to do,

but I'm not the one who stole drugs.

Oh, but you are the one

who tried to cover it up.

And you got rewarded with
a new job with SPD?

Oh, it's practically a demotion.

Let's not get too indignant, Warren.

Of all the entitled pieces...

Look, Sullivan is going down. Let him.

But don't take all of 19 down, too.

No, no, no, no, no.
You... You know what?

This is our house.

Okay, you don't get to
come in here and talk about 19

like you're part of the family.

Warren...

one of these days, you're gonna realize

you're either the fish
or you're the hook.

The sooner you recognize that,
the better off you'll be.

If not, don't be surprised

when someone catches you in the mouth.

Good to see you. You look trim.

Girl, I know you're in
pain, but we've got to go.

It hurts. It hurts. We've got to go.

Ladies, you need to get outside.

She twisted her ankle
trying to get her things.

Apparently, I can walk in
seven-inch platforms

but not in bare feet.

- D-Do you need some help?
- I got her, okay?

I'm a volunteer firefighter, Station 7.

Girl, now is not the time.

Come on.

Oh!

Ohh!

Oh, wow, she's...

She's strong.

Okay.

And when you signed off

on the PRT's missing fentanyl,

would you say that that was a decision

that you made on your own?

No, sir.

And how did you come to that decision?

I was... encouraged.

Warren, we don't have time
for vague answers.

It's "doctor."

Dr. Warren, who encouraged you
to sign off

on the false inventory?

Battalion Chief Sullivan.

Dr. Warren, you filed a petition

to have this
Physician Response Team vehicle

back out doing field surgery.

What proof do you have
that something like this

won't happen again?

Nothing.

I have no proof.

It probably will happen again

because this country has a
massive problem with addiction

and not enough funding
and resources for treatment.

My PRT is not the problem.

Robert Sullivan is not the problem.

There are systemic problems
that require systemic changes.

Do you know how much rehab even costs?

Do you know how few rehabs
there even are

and h-how rarely a spot opens up

and how little of that treatment
is covered by insurance?!

The system failed!
It failed Robert Sullivan.

It failed the people of this city!

That... That's enough.

A traveling O.R. complete with
Schedule II narcotics

is too big a liability.

I'm sorry,

but I'm gonna have to shut down
the Physician Response Team.

Valiant effort, Warren.

You know, I think I found it.

Alright, punch a hole, check for flames.

I'm sorry. I-I got scared.
I thought I had more time.

- Ma'am, what are you doing?
- I took a Xanax.

- What are you doing? Ma'am?
- Captain, we missed a civilian.

- I need to get Big Red.
- You have to head down.

Izzy loves her. It's very important.

No! No!

- Wait! Don't!
- No!

Wait!

Gibson, what happened? Gibson?

Miller?

Herrera, do you copy?

Gibson?

Please respond.

Emergency Traffic. This is Jack Gibson.

We just had a smoke explosion on
the fifth floor from unit 5C.

Firefighter Miller, myself,

and one civilian
were caught in the blast.

Are you hurt?

I'm okay. I'm bringing
the civilian down now.

Hey. Miller.

You good?

I'm good. Get her. Get her.

I'm fine.

Hey. Hey.

You alright? Can you get up for me?

Can you move? That's good.

Come on. Yeah. That's good.

Bishop, Herrera, and Cutler copy.

Thank God. Let me know when
you have eyes on Miller.

Fifth floor.

Izzy! Izzy! Oh, my God.

- Izzy!
- Whoo!

Izzy Packing,

you really are a whole damn firefighter.

Mm-hmm.

Honey, fire or not,
you don't leave a sister behind.

- Mnh-mnh.
- Come on.

Requesting two additional
aid cars, one additional engine,

and SPD for crowd control.

I need everyone to move
further back from the scene!

Miller, do you copy?

Miller?

Montgomery, Hughes,
go get Miller and Gibson.

- We got you, Miller.
- Herrera.

Don't move until we can get you.

- Miller, do you copy?
- Copy!

Go, go, go, go. What's your position?

Fifth-floor hallway.

Rear of building. Low visibility.

I have an exit,
but I'm having knee issues,

so I'm gonna need assistance.

We're almost to you. Hold tight.

Okay. Come here. We got you.

We got him!

Hey, hey, hey! Geez! Hey! Hey!

Ah, yeah. Sorry.

Yeah, that's a patellar dislocation.

Yeah.

- What is that?
- What?

Ohh! Ohh! What the hell was that?!

I was trying to distract you
from the pain.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Yeah.

Nailed it, nailed it,
nailed it, nailed it.

- Yeah.
- Nailed it.

Right.

Here you go.

Inara's my friend, man.
If you got a problem with her...

I don't have a problem with Inara.

You called her a rescue.

Jack, you're picking a fight
with me about something

that I don't want to fight you on

after you popped my kneecap
back in place.

Dude, I get it.

I'm not judging you.

You never had parents,

so Marsha is your surrogate mother.

Marcus reminds you
of your deaf foster sister.

And Inara is in love with you...

Ow... which is your favorite thing.

I'm happy for you, Jack.
I'm proud of you.

I'm glad you have a family.

Pru is the best thing
that happened to me,

and I didn't even know I wanted her.

So... we good?

Yo. We good?

Yeah.

Warren, what's up?

What's wrong?

Is it over? Is it bad?

Maya?

My MeeMaw gave me that wig.

It was hers.

I came out to her when I was 12.

She giggled, said she already knew.

She said she doesn't care who I love,

and she'd sling her purse at
anybody who told me differently.

And her purse was very heavy.

Then she gave me her favorite...
Her favorite dress-up wig.

Big Red. Who's now my favorite.

And now she's gone?

And now she's gone.

But I'd let that wig burn up
a million times

to make sure my sisters are safe.

They're the ones who
picked me up when MeeMaw died,

taught me how to really be a queen.

How to be part of a community.

They're my tribe.

Montgomery, meet us back at the house

after you drop the patient
at Grey-Sloan.

Copy.

That's, uh... That's my tribe.

You don't have any queen friends?

I-I did some drag back in...

No, I mean, like, you don't hang
out with any gays or femmes?

Not a lot of gay guys
in the fire department.

Child, every queen needs a queendom.

Your sister's gonna be okay.

Hey, I, uh, just wanted to wash my hands

because I've been burying
my face in them all day.

Warren, I'm sorry.

About the PRT.
I know how much it meant to you.

Look, I would understand

if you never wanted to
speak to me again.

If the tables were turned, I...

J-Just...

Look, you didn't intend to take
anything from me.

And that matters.

Look, we're 19.
We fight the fight together.

Mr. Sullivan, you have three minutes

to address the commission.

Would you like to use
those three minutes?

- Yes.
- Uh, yes, sir.

Uh, I-I know what I did was wrong.

I know I made mistakes.
I made colossally bad calls.

But I also know I made
a lot of good ones.

I made decades of good ones,

saving lives and helping more
people than I can count.

And I'm not even close to being done.

Look, I-I regret every moment
of pain I caused my colleagues.

I regret breaking their trust.

And I plan to spend
the rest of my career

making it up to them, making it right.

If you let me.

Excuse me. We are not finished.

Commission, I'm Captain Maya Bishop

from Station 19,

and I'd be doing this department
a disservice

if I didn't bring our team here today

to fight for our battalion chief

the way he has fought for us
so many times before.

Robert Sullivan
is an excellent firefighter.

He's one of the best.
He's committed to the job.

He's patient with his time
and leadership.

He made a mistake.

He made some mistakes.

Because he was suffering from pain

from an injury he got on the job.

Putting others' lives before his.

He's one of us.

He's one of us.
He's one of the good ones.

He's one of the good ones,

both as a human and a firefighter.

And I've seen a lot of people
who are terrible at both.

He was in chronic pain.
He needed drugs to treat it.

And, yes, he became dependent
on those drugs.

He became desperate.

My husband died
because of a crappy captain

who didn't know how to ask for help.

Sullivan is nothing like that guy.

He made a mistake,
but he's asking for help.

Robert Sullivan lost his parents
in a plane crash,

and he still became the
high school valedictorian.

He lost his wife in an accident,

and he still climbed the ladder
to battalion chief.

In our job, when you go down
physically, we rehabilitate you.

He went down physically.

Addiction is a treatable,
chronic disease,

so we rehabilitate him.

We do not throw him out with the trash.

At SFD, we take care of our own.

Dixon?

He was never one of us.

He was out for blood.

He wanted everything
that he put us through

to come down on someone else's head.

That's not justice.

Losing a damn good firefighter
is not justice!

Let's take a recess, please.

Hey. You missed the big show
downstairs, Miller.

It was very "I am Spartacus."

I'm sure he did not need me.

Hey, where were you? How's the knee?

It's good. Just icing it, you know?

- No big deal.
- Hmm.

So, before you hear about it on the news

the PRT is done.

- What?
- What?

Ahh. I'm sorry, bro.

And Dixon is back.

- What?! How?
- No!

Satan lives!

He's back at the police department.

So, Sullivan might get kicked
out of the fire department,

but, sure, why wouldn't P.D.
take Dixon back?

Yeah. I'm sorry about the
knife-mobile, though, Warren.

- That sucks.
- Yeah, sorry...

Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey.

I thought we said no sharing of food.

Uh, no, no. You said no sharing food.

You took away eggs and bacon.
You cannot take away lasagne.

I didn't take away anything.
Look, it's protocol.

No, no, i-it's protocol at the hospital.

- Yeah.
- But we're a pod.

- Mm-hmm.
- We're a family.

- Yes.
- We eat family-style.

- Amen.
- Overruled.

Overruled?

Do we need to paint you
a picture? Over-ruled.

Gavel.

- Okay.
- Second gavel.

Did you just salt-and-pepper me?

And what is up
with the pre-cut fruit, man?

- Why would you do that?
- What are we, a book club?

Seriously? What is wrong
with the pre-cut fruit? What is...?

- Okay.
- Do you want to start a book club?

I would love to start
a book club with you!

Forgive me for trying to
save you from the virus.

I'm a doctor. Don't
worry about it. It's fine.

Sorry about the PRT.

Alright, it was good
to see you guys, okay?

And I'm... I'm sorry that my dad
is the devil,

but, uh, I'll see you around.

- Bye, Emmett.
- Your dad's the worst.

Hey, Emmett. Wait up, man.

Emmett, wait, wait, wait, wait up.

I'm sorry if it w... If it was weird.

I was weird earlier. Sorry.

- Can we be friends?
- Friends?

I-I never wanted to not
have you in my life.

And I know that I hurt you,

and I recently realized that I projected

a lot of unfair crap on you.

But I really care about you.

And I don't have any gay friends.

Yeah, well, me, neither,

but I've only been out
for like 10 minutes.

I, uh... I realized today, actually,

that, uh, my husband's friends
were our circle.

So when he died, you know,

we all kind of drifted apart and...

I'm saying let's be friends.

Please?

Yeah.

Yeah. Let's be friends.

I don't know what happened to
our friendship,

but I do know that I never
forgave you for taking the job,

for Jack, for so many things

that weren't entirely your fault.

And my life kept rolling
forward, blow after blow,

and I never processed it,
I kept it inside.

I fell back on my dad's bad habits.

I wall up and isolate and shut down

because that's how things
were handled in my family.

And you freak out over French toast

because you never felt safe

around the breakfast table as a kid.

I miss having a friend who
is just as messed up as me.

Well, you have Jack.

I'm sorry it's
taken me so long to say all this.

No. I'm... I'm sorry.

Move back in.

I mean, just till
the separation is over.

You shouldn't be sleeping here.

Uh, what? You just moved in with Carina.

And she makes French toast so good

I think I orgasmed a little.

Oh, God.

Wow, do you know
how many nights in a row

I've had canned green beans for dinner?

Like, right out of the can.

Move back in.

I miss you.

I'm still a firefighter.

Yeah, you are.

But, um, I'm no longer
your battalion chief.

What?

They gave you captain again.

No. No title.

- What? What does that even mean?
- How does that even work?

They knocked me back to grunt.

W-Where?

Since no other station would have me,

I guess it's your call, Captain.

Welcome to 19, probie.

Wow! Probie!

Yeah!

I like the sound of that.

Yeah! I love the sound of that!

Alright, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

- Alright.
- Alright.

- There it is.
- There it is.