All language subtitles for 9-1-1.Lone.Star.S05E01.720p.x265-TiPEX_Subtitles01.ENG

(low trembling)

(rumbling)

(intense dramatic music playing)

(roars)

CHILD: The st-st-stegosaurus
claims his t-t-territory.

But oh, no! Here comes
the pt-pt-pterodactyl.

Ka-kaw! (grunts)

-Hey.
-Ka-kaw! Ka--

Get out.
We're gonna build a fort.

But I'm p-playing.

Yeah, with your
duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-dinosaurs.

(grunts) There.

Now you can
go play somewhere else.

(somber music playing)

(panting)

S-Sally...

s-smiles at the s-sky.

Deep breaths, Anthony.
Like in practice.

S-Sally s-s-smiles
at the sky.

(thuds)

(gasps)

(dark music playing)

(twig snaps)

(pants)

H-hello?

(screams)

(both screaming)

(Anthony continues screaming)

(theme music plays)

OWEN STRAND:
Lately, I feel like
I've been in, in a fog.

And my relationship
with my girlfriend,

now ex-girlfriend and, uh...

a big decision
I have to make at work, I...

I just feel like I'm in a haze.

And I don't know why.

MODERATOR: But you think
it has something to do

with your brother's death?

(exhales deeply)
Well, I'm sorry.

You're gonna have to be
a little more specific.

There have been a number of them
that have died on my watch.

Um... I'm sorry.
I-I had no idea.

How could you? The first one
was over 40 years ago.

But I think this particular fog
did roll in around the time

of my half-brother
Robert's death a year ago.

I'm guessing
that his death was sudden.

Sometimes unexpected
trauma can freeze us in place.

It wasn't unexpected.
He had Huntington's disease.

We had time to prepare.

But nice try. Heh.

(doo-wop music playing)

♪ Doo-doo-wop...

Thank you for inviting me
to your grief group.

You mean dragging you?

You didn't drag me.

You might have cajoled me
for the last nine months.

Did it help a little bit?

It was good to talk
about Robert again.

TOMMY VEGA:
Yeah, I know what you mean.

It's been three years and I feel
the same way about Charles.

I, uh, I had no idea
about your brother.

-Tyler.
-Tyler. Is that--

It's where
the T in TK comes from.

Yes.

He was 10, I was 13.
He drowned at the beach.

I wasn't more than
six feet away from him.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah, well, I seem
to have a hard time

keeping my brothers safe.

Tyler. Robert.

My guys in New York.

Judd was lucky to get out
while he could.

Self-preservation was
the last thing on Judd's mind

when he left the firehouse.

Man, I love that guy,
but recently,

I'm kinda feeling like he left
me holding the bag a little.

You still have no idea

who you're gonna
replace him with, do you?

Well, you heard me,
I'm in a fog.

I put the decision off
so long,

the chief's gonna step in
and make it for me.

Uh, has anyone good
thrown their hat in the ring?

You could say that.

TK STRAND:
Alright, folks, final bets.

The rules are very simple.

First firefighter to roll their
hose into a successful donut

without any kinks wins.

Now we want
a nice, clean race.

No kicking, no biting,
no spitting.

-No spitting?
-It's Marjan.

And we've all seen her
at roller derby.

Hell yeah, we have.

And that's why I'm betting on

Speed Queen Marj.

She may be the speed queen,
but she peters out.

I do not peter out.

Oh, I've seen your last lap
at the derby. You peter.

And that's why
all my money's on

-the Big Tortoise!
-(group cheering)

-Let's go. Paul.
-Nah, I don't know if
I like the Big Tortoise...

-TK: Alright. Nancy.
-...but I appreciate
what you're trying to say.

-Mateo?
-Let's go!

Racers, on your mark.

Get set... (blows whistle)

-Come on, Marj!
-Come on, here we go.

Here we go.

Slow and steady!
Slow and steady wins the race.

-Come on, Marj! Come on, Marj!
-NANCY GILLIAN: Come on, Paul!

-(whooping and cheering)
-Come on!

That's my girl!

Platonically.

(cheering continues)

She's petering.
She's petering!

Okay, let's go, Big Tortoise.

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Come on, Paul! To the end!

What you got, Paul?
What you got?

(cheering continues)

Photo finish, Nancy!

-17.6 seconds for Paul.
-Mateo?

For Marjan,
23 seconds and counting

'cause I forgot to stop it.

-(grunts in frustration)
-MARJAN MARWANI: What?!

MATEO CHAVEZ:
I'm sorry. It was exciting.

(sighs) You know what?
I think Marj squeaked out the W.

Nah, I think you won
in that final push.

-Tie.
-Tie.

-Yeah. (laughs)
-TK: You guys are ridiculous.

-How can you be
so nice to each other?
-Why wouldn't we be?

MATEO:
Because your horns are locked
in the heat of battle.

The battle for
the next lieutenant.

Dude, no, it's not
like that between us.

We don't care about rank.

Yeah, man, we're barely even
thinking about that promotion.

Sure.

Keep telling yourselves that,
it's cute.

Seriously, we're not gonna
let a little competition

get between our friendship.

Let the best firefighter win.
Ain't that right, Marj?

-Yeah.
-No matter who he may be.

Or she.

(country guitar music playing)

(grunts)

(sighs)

Load ain't balanced.

You can tell that
just from the--

Fine. There was nowhere
for me to put the totes
to keep it even.

You could have
reconfigured the totes.

There's no time
to reconfigure the totes.

We're already
a half hour late to the bank.

Be a lot later
if we flip the vehicle.

Would you just drive, please?

(engine starts)

DRIVER: You know,
you need to relax, Stevie.

I read that anxiety
is like a virus.

Emotional contagion,
they call it.

So what
we're a little behind?

Oh, great. Just great.

We're so freakin' fired.

DRIVER: Stop whining.

I got this.

STEVE:
You know what? My bad.

You're right.

Stress is contagious,
and I'm patient zero.

(tires screeching)

Ever since the baby,

I haven't been
sleeping well and--

Steve. SUV, 5 o'clock.

Tailing too close.

(tires screeching)

(rapid gunfire)

Pull over! Pull over!

-(gun firing)
-They want us to stop.

Well, good for them.
Call it in.

Truck zebra-one-niner,

attempted robbery in progress
on Oriel Avenue.

(dramatic music playing)

Matt, they got
the roads blocked.

Hang on.

STEVE: What are you doing?

Windshield's
inch and a half thick,
polycarbon--

(grunts)

(tires screeching)

(glass, metal shattering)

-(siren wailing)
-(horn blaring)

(police radio chatter)

Dispatch said there were
two victims trapped inside
at the time of the robbery.

Any idea what
they're transporting?

-About a million in cash.
-So a lot of fuel.

Tell EMS to expect
two criticals when they arrive.

Mateo, set
the inch-and-a-half line.

Put everything you got
up here on the hold.

-MATEO: Yeah, Cap.
-Paul, Marjan, you're with me.

We gotta get these people
out of the cab now.

Austin PD!

Austin PD!
Can you hear me?

(grunts)

Yes! Yes, please help me!

The door jammed
in the crash. (coughs)

We're gonna
get you out of there, sir.

Marwani, extract
from the passenger side.

On it, Cap.

(whirring)

(grunts)

PAUL STRICKLAND:
Hey, Cap. Look.

You don't get blood spatter
like that from an accident.

OWEN: Captain Vega.

You may have a GSW.

Copy that. We'll be ready.

(whirring continues)

Damn thing just broke the jaws.
This thing's like a tank.

OWEN: More like a vault.

STEVE: (coughs)
Oh, God. I can't...

-I can't breathe.
-Cap, what do we do now?

(Steve coughing)

OWEN:
Okay, this thing's rolled.

There's gotta be
damage somewhere.

PAUL: Hey, Cap.

The bullet hole.

If the driver got shot,

there's probably a hole
in the glass somewhere.

OWEN: We gotta find it.
Use your eyes and your hands.

♪♪♪

(exhales sharply)

(coughing)

MARJAN: Hey. Hang on,
I think I found it!

-Hang on, sir,
we'll be right there!
-Let me get in there!

-Marj, behind you.
-MARJAN: Sir!

-PAUL: Behind you.
-(thudding on windshield)

-(Marjan grunts)
-(glass shatters)

Keep going, it's working!

Keep going!

(Marjan grunting)

OWEN: Clear out!

(both grunting)

Alright, bring the hook.

Crank it!

(crank whirring)

♪♪♪

Marwani, get the driver.

Smoke inhalation,
internal injuries, Captain.

-Okay, TK, get his vitals.
-TK: Yeah.

PAUL: Got a chest trauma
from the steering wheel

and a GSW in the neck.

It looks like the bullet
severed the carotid.

No pulse. He's gone, Cap.

What you got, TK?

Pulse is weak and thready.

Sat's are 40 and dropping, Cap.

TOMMY: No chest rise.
He's in respiratory arrest.

-You need to intubate him now.
-Copy.

(tense music playing)

Uh, I can't get
through the vocal cords.
They're too swollen, Cap.

Then step aside
and prep the Cric Kit for me.

Okay, that's his cricothyroid.
Nancy, swab right there.

(slicing)

Almost there.

There.

Tube.

(tube squelching)

Okay. Come up.

Okay.

TOMMY: Good.

(hissing)

Start bagging him now.

(air pumping)

Come on. Come on.

Come on.
Open your eyes for me.

(tense music playing)

-Come on.
-(mouths) Come on.

TOMMY: Come on.

There you are.

There you are. Alright.

That's okay.
Try not to move.

There's a tube in your throat
that's breathing for you.

Blink twice if you understand.

Good job.
There we go.

Let's pack him for travel
and let West Park know
we're on our way.

-Copy.
-Good save, Captain.

You too, Captain.

Alright, good job, 126.
Let's wrap it up.

APD, scene is yours.

Appreciate it, Captain,
but it's not our scene.

-It's theirs.
-(siren chirps)

("A Fistful of Dollars" theme
by Ennio Morricone playing)

(whistling)

-Captain Strand.
-Ranger Reyes.

(song ends)

JUDD RYDER:
Right. No peekin'.

Except for you, Charlie girl.
You can look. It's okay.

Dad, is this
really necessary?

JUDD: Yes, this is
really necessary.

Ain't you ever heard
of a dramatic reveal before?

Okay.

Alright. Leigh Ann, honey,
you just come right here.

-Okay. (chuckles)
-There you go.

Y'all keep 'em closed.

Alright.

Okay, open 'em up.

-Welcome home, y'all!
-(Marlene and Judd chuckling)

Wait, is this for us?

Yes, you bet it is.

You've got two bedrooms
and a little backyard

for Liam to play in.

Wow, this is so generous.

But how did you even find
an ADA-compliant home
on the market?

We've been looking for months.

Oh, no, we didn't.

Uh, Judd here has
been renovating it

for, what, six weeks?

JUDD: Mm-hmm.

Dad, when did
you even do this?

Well, you know,
I've-I've had 12 hours a day

now that you're busy
with your fancy job.

You-You lowered the countertops,
the light switches,

changed the door handles...

He put rails
in the bathroom too, so.

Thank you.

Thank you both.
Look, Liam.

Hey, this is where you're
gonna grow up, buddy.

Yeah, yeah. That's right.
It's gonna be awesome.

Yeah, it's gonna be awesome.

Mom, don't cry.

(voice breaking)
I don't think I can help it.

Uh, y'all, let me get a picture
of this for Grace.

-She would kill me if I didn't.
-Oh, yes.

This is the new family

in their happy home.

-Oh, yeah.
-MARLENE HARRIS:
Oh, that's so cute.

That's one for the mantle
right there.

Look at my grandson.

Gracie told me she's sorry
she can't be here.

Well, I'd say she's got
much more important things

on her plate right now.

Mama's, uh, Mama's
doing the Lord's work.

So what about you, Dad?

What about me what?

What's next for you?

There's--
There is actually something
that I've been I've been,

I've been puttin' off
for a long time now.

It's, uh, very important.

Yeah? What's that?

Well, I must start
spending Sundays the way

I believe the Lord intended,
which is...

watching football.

Oh, boy.

(Marlene and Leigh Ann chuckle)

So...

♪♪♪

CARLOS REYES:
At approximately 1400 hours,

the guards noticed they were
being followed by a sedan.

The passenger fires
warning shots into the air,

doesn't stop
the vehicle, but...

it does serve
as an effective distraction

as they approach a choke point.

Where two more
masked individuals
are setting up a roadblock

and waiting with
a high-powered rifle.

When the vehicle doesn't stop...

I think we've seen
the long and short of it, Reyes.

-CARLOS: Yes, sir.
-(turns off TV)

The plates on the sedan
and truck were bogus,

likely stolen.

But we did put out a BOLO

on four males,
age 25 to 50--

Well, you're ignoring
the most important clue

of the whole bloody show.

Our suspect fired a round
at a moving vehicle

and hit the driver clean
through the windpipe.

Yeah, I know you feel
strongly about

looking at people
with military training,
Ranger Campbell,

and I don't disagree,

but there is 1.2 million vets
in the state.

Then how do you propose
we narrow it down?

We figure out their MO, sir.

Their MO?

They rob trucks
with money in 'em.

What the hell
is there to figure out?

There's more to it.

There's a deeper pattern
at play here.

Which is?

Um, I don't know yet, sir,

but I, uh,
I can feel it in my gut.

You... you said your gut?

-Yes, sir, my gut.
-BRIDGES: Oh, goodness gracious.

You sound just
like your old man.

With all due respect, Chief,

we've had three
armored car heists in a month.

Now, I held my tongue
on the first two

'cause them other drivers
had the good sense to stop

and surrender their payload, but
we got blood on the asphalt now.

This ain't no job
for a greenhorn.

There are no greenhorns
in the Texas Rangers.

Come on, man,
I know he's the son

of the late,
great Gabriel Reyes,

but nine months ago,
he was an APD patrolman

working domestics and DUIs.

Now, Campbell, Reyes did
more than work on DUIs.

You know,
he solved kidnappings.

Hell, he even helped
bag a serial killer.

I'm not saying
he don't got talent.

Put him on credit card theft
or check fraud.

Let him get
some Ranger reps in.

But something's got
these boys' tails on fire.

Alright, you don't do
three jobs in a month

unless you need
a lot of cash in a bad way.

Now, their big score
just burned up.

-What's that tell you?
-They're gonna do it again.

Alright, well,
there's one thing we agree on.

If you wanna catch these guys,

let me take over
the investigation.

Sir, please do not take
this case away from me.

This is not your case,
it's mine.

And I'm in the results business.

Ranger Campbell, whatever you
got on your plate, clear it off

'cause you got
on this case full-time.

You both are.

Mm-hmm.

I want you each to work this

whichever way you see fit.

-(sighs deeply)
-Then we'll just, uh,

we'll see who comes out on top.

("Breathe and Stop"
by Q-Tip playing)

-♪ Breathe and stop for real
-PAUL: Jab. Jab.

♪ And give it what you got

♪ And just, uhh

-♪ Breathe and stop for real
-And cross.

♪ And give it what you got

Damn, girl.
Bringin' the heat.

There she is,
the lady with the magic hands.

Yeah, man.
You should see this nasty hook
Marj is throwing today.

-(Marjan grunts)
-PAUL: Woo!

Actually, I was talking about

how she found that bullet hole

on that armored car.

Kinda cool how you used
your hands to guide you

like that blind dude
in Don't Breathe.

Thanks.

But we were all
working together, right?

No "I" in team.

Yeah, for sure. I'm just saying
it was a baller move,

especially given
the circumstance.

What, that there were
victims trapped inside?

Yes.

And the lieutenant's badge
on the line.

I mean, Cap's ready to give
that out any second.

It's a clutch time
to pull a rabbit out of a hat.

Well, I mean, if we're being
technical, it was my idea.

What are you talking about?
It was Cap's idea.

"Look for a crack in the armor."
That's what he said, right?

(scoffs)
Yeah, but I'm the one who said,
"Look for a bullet hole."

And I'm the one who found it.

Okay, so, suddenly
there's an "I" in team, huh?

Since when do you
dive bomb for credit?

Oh, that's rich
coming from #FireFox.

(grunting)

-Hey. Alright, alright.
-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Maybe you guys should
find a new workout.

(Marjan sighs)

♪ And just uhh,
breathe and stop ♪

-Hey. Uh, question.
-Hey.

Are you making any headway
on that lieutenant decision?

Nope.

But I got a couple more days
before the deadline.

You might not wanna
wait that long.

I think the pressure's
getting to them.

Pressure? Paul and Marjan?
They eat pressure for breakfast.

If this goes on much longer,
they might just eat each other.

Thank you for the heads-up,
but I think you're exaggerating.

Huh.

Kids like to
use this spot for mudding.

Neighbor called in
a drunk driver passed out

behind the wheel doing donuts.

I don't think
he's drunk, though.

How can you tell?

The exhaust pipe, full of mud.

This is
carbon monoxide poisoning.

OWEN: We gotta get him
out of there right away.

-MATEO: But how?
-Let's bring in the rig,

put it right in front of him,
stop him in his tracks.

Got it, Cap.

Don't bother.

(energetic fiddle music playing)

Look at her go.

I was replacing
the grease-trap cover

when I slipped
and lost my hand.

-It's a prosthetic.
-OWEN: Oh!

Sank right to the bottom.

But the worst part is
my wedding ring was on it.

We'll get it for you.

You want me to grab
a pike pole and fish it out?

No need.

Ugh!

OWEN: Good job, 126.

Cap the hydrant
and clear the lines.

-I'll get the fire hydrant.
-I'll clear the lines, Cap.

Oh, no.
Cap, I can do that for you.

-Oh, no, I insist.
-PAUL: No, I've got it, Marj.

MARJAN: I insist.

Who does she think she is,
Lara Croft?

Nah, man, she's FireFox.

(energetic music continues)

♪♪♪

Yeah, he's breathing, Cap.

I think the fresh air
is helping.

Bravo, Marwani.

(Marjan chuckles)

Showboat.

Voilà!

SERVER: Thank you.

-Wait, but...
-Your ring.

-Dude, what are you doing?
-I'm helping clear the line.

-Are you though?
-Are you?

Yo. Guys, what's going on?

(both gasp)

You opened the wrong gate,
didn't you?

-She did it.
-He did it.

(music ends)

(knocking on door)

-JUDD: Hey.
-Hey.

What are
you doin' here?

Well, I was just
on my way into work.

Thought I'd stop by
and say hi to my baby sister.

-Oh, yeah.
-What's up, Char Char? Hi.

Wy-Wy! I'm playing train.

Oh, nice.

I need to go poo-poo.

-Okay.
-(Judd laughs)

Gotta love a girl
who speaks her mind.

Boy, she don't lack
for confidence, that's for sure.

-Yeah.
-You want a cup of coffee?

Sure. Yeah.

So, what, you thought
you'd just, uh, roll through

and see how your old man
was faring without you?

No. No, seriously,
I just wanted to say hi.

Did I interrupt you
doing your taxes or something?

What?

Uh, you got your readers on?

I was just dusting off
the old resume.

Really? Yeah?
What inspired that?

Uh...

Last night...

after I put Charlie down,

it was the quietest this house
has ever been in the nine years

that we've been living here,

and I just had one thought
that was just...

kinda spinnin' in my head.

Yeah? What was that?

Well, you should know
'cause you asked it.

-What's next.
-What's next?

It-it-it threw me
for a damn loop.

And, you know,
most of the time, if I get lost

or if I go adrift...

I turn to Gracie and...

she helps get me back
on solid ground, but...

you know,
Grace ain't here right now.

I remember her face
the day that, uh,

the people from the Mercy Ship
came to our church

and they were pinning up

these pictures
of these little kids

from the orphanage,
and it was, you know...

and little kids
that the whole world
has forgot about.

But little kids,
that once Grace saw 'em,

she couldn't forget about 'em.

She knew it was inconvenient.

She knew that it was...
terrible timing.

But she felt the touch of God.

And, uh...

I can still see
her face that day.

Her eyes were...

you know, shining with tears...

and not just tears, man, like,

this, this, like, fire too,
you know?

And I never loved her more
than I did in that moment.

(exhales deeply)

-Wow.
-JUDD: That's what
I want for me now.

That kinda purpose.

-Hence the resume.
-(Judd chuckles)

Hence the resume.

Look, uh,
I think that's great.

Honestly,
but I doubt Judd Ryder

needs a resume
to get a job as a firefighter.

Maybe not,
but this ain't for firefighting.

Yeah? What's it for, then?

It's for trucking.

Trucking?

Yeah. Why not?

I already got the license

from driving the rig,
you know?

I can do short-haul stuff.

I can be back in time
for dinner with my baby girl.

Dad, you and I both know
you were put on this earth

for one purpose,
that's to be a firefighter.

-I retired.
-So... unretire.

JUDD:
No, it's not that simple.

I already started
collecting my pension.

Without special dispensation
from the chief,

I have to go back and start
all over again as a probie.

Well, it's a good thing
your best friend has
an in with the chief then.

I'm not gonna take advantage
of my friendship with Owen.

That's, that's
a matter of principle.

Yeah, a matter of
principle or pride?

Dad, for six months

we did PT in that corner,

and, and every minute
of that sucked.

I recall.

WYATT HARRIS:
I felt so sorry for myself.

Because, you know,
the biggest dream of my life...

your dream to be a firefighter,

that was taken from me.

Every time I felt like
waving that white flag,

what did you say?
You said, quit whining...

Keep grinding.

You and Grace...

you guys pushed me
even when it felt hopeless.

I may never be a firefighter

but thanks to you guys,

I mean, I have a job
more meaningful

than I could have
ever imagined.

I just, I want the same for you.

You really did just come here
to check on me, didn't you?

(chuckles)

Oh, you know, you're my dad.

I appreciate you.

I...

More than you'll ever know.

But, if Owen wanted me back,

he would ask me.

Okay? The 126 has moved on.

And, uh...

Huh. Now I gotta do the same.

(Norteño music playing)

TK: Babe,
I don't know when we're
gonna do this couples' hang.

So Marjan and Joe
can do Saturday

but, of course,
Mateo and Nancy
are going camping.

Of course.

Paul and Asha can do Sunday,

but not Joe and Marjan,
and everyone can do Friday.

Okay, so let's do that.

No, we-- we can't do that.

That's your nephew's
birthday, silly.

Oh, right, so...

Where exactly are you
right now, husband?

It's--

I'm sorry.
It's this armored car case.

This ranger at the office,
Ranger Campbell,

he called me out in a briefing.

Got the chief to okay
a parallel investigation.

Now I'm in a footrace
with the guy.

-Campbell? Like the soup?
-Yeah.

First of all,
that's a really stupid name,

and second of all,
he sounds like a complete idiot.

CARLOS: Except he's not.

He may come from
a different angle than I do,

but it, it-- it doesn't
make him wrong.

Okay.

Well, maybe
he's not an idiot.

I mean, do you have any leads?

No. (scoffs)

I only have 30 minutes
with you today.

I'm not wasting it
talking about a case.

Babe. Stop.

Come on.

I do have a theory.

The thieves are targeting
trucks two or three stops

after they make a pickup
from a big cash event,

but before they make it
back to the bank.

-When cars are
packed to the brim?
-Exactly.

So they hit
this one on Alvarado

two stops after it made
a $300,000 pickup

from a flea market.

They got this one
after it picked up 150K
from a bingo parlor,

and the last one
stopped at a horse track
before it was attacked.

I mean,
it had over 900 grand inside.

Okay, well, sounds like
you figured out their MO, right?

Now you just have to find out

when the next big cash event is
and go from there?

But that's the problem.
It's Austin.

It's full of big cash events.

Every day there are
concerts or gun shows.

I mean, the, the pool's
still too big.

Maybe my gut's just wrong.

Alright, maybe it is.

(scoffs)

-Thanks.
-But what about your dad?

Was his gut ever wrong?

-Not once in recorded history.
-TK: Exactly.

And he believed in you, Carlos.

DISPATCH (on radio): TXDOT,
respond to the 500th block
of South Lamar.

Signals out all the way
to De Zavala.

I'm sorry, baby,
uh, I have to go.

Why? They said
a few traffic lights were out,

not that they needed
medical for an accident.

Yeah, but now South Lamar's
gonna be a parking lot

and I'm gonna
have to take side streets

all the way back
to the firehouse.

Wait.

That's it.

-(sighs)
-That's it.

TK, you're a genius.

What did I do?

I have to go.
I love you, okay?

I love you.

(indistinct chatter)

(telephone ringing)

Hello, officer...?

Ranger Carlos Reyes.

I'm looking for
the shift supervisor.

That would be me.

Sara Ortiz.

There something
I can help you with?

I'm hoping you can
help me catch a killer.

Each of the armored car attacks
happened in a remote area

within two blocks
of a road closure.

A broken water main,
a downed power line.

Do you think these guys created
the problems to divert the cars

-off their normal routes?
-CARLOS: I do.

And I think they call it
in themselves

to make sure
that the city responded.

I wanna check if there were
any 9-1-1 calls May 2nd

for a broken water main
on Alvarado.

SARA ORTIZ:
I'll check the CAD.

No, nothing.

How about a downed power line
on Piper Street on the 11th?

(keyboard keys clacking)

No, I don't see
anything like that.

WYATT: Maybe you're trying
the wrong number.

9-1-1 is the only one
we answer.

Yeah, but maybe
it didn't come to us.

So all those sound
like non-emergency
city service issues.

The number for that is 3-1-1.

SARA: This is Wyatt,
my newest dispatcher.

He just got
his stripes last month.

Congratulations.
Carlos Reyes.

I've heard a lot
about you, actually.

I'm a friend
of your dad's and Grace.

WYATT: Yeah, I've heard
a lot about you too.

You're, you're
TK's husband, right?

Yeah.

He was one of the paramedics
who saved my life.

Wyatt, why don't you pull up

3-1-1's database
on your station?

Yeah. What was the date
of the first one?

Uh, broken water main,
May 2nd on Alvarado Street.

Yeah. Here it is.

OPERATOR 1 (on monitor): 3-1-1.
What's your city service issue?

CALLER (in Southern accent):
Hiya, friend.

I'm callin' to report
a busted pipe

sprayin' like a damn geyser.

Alvarado's totally flooded.

Check on a downed power line
on the 11th.

-Yep, yep.
-(keyboard keys clacking)

OPERATOR 2 (on monitor):
3-1-1. What can I do for you?

CALLER (in Southern accent):
Hiya, friend.
I'm callin' to report

a downed power line on Piper.

It's sparkin' like
a son of a bitch.

-"Hiya, friend."
-It's the same caller.

See if any calls came in
yesterday on Drew Valley Road.

(keyboard keys clacking)

-OPERATOR 3 (on monitor): 3-1-1.
-CALLER (in Southern accent):
Hiya, friend.

I'm callin' to report
a gas leak on Drew Valley.

It stinks like
rotten eggs out here.

Same caller every time.

He creates a diversion
utilizing city services

and funnels the armored car
to an ambush point.

And I assume
you ran the numbers

he used to make the calls.

They're all burner phones.

I've been trying to find out
where they were purchased,

maybe there's
a surveillance video somewhere.

-You're wasting your time.
-Sorry, am I boring you?

Oh, far from it, boy wonder.

That caller's drawl.

Flat As, rounded Os, dropped Gs.

It's an Inland accent.

Predominant in
Odessa, Midland, Pecos.

When I cross-reference
those hometowns

with all the special ops vets
in our database,

take out the ones
without a criminal record

or currently live
in the Austin metroplex...

the pool shrinks
from 386 names to six.

Dollars to donuts
at least a few of them boys
are our suspects.

You should put
a BOLO out on 'em.

Start rounding 'em up, Chief.

Well, uh, this is Texas,

and we just don't go around
arresting folks

for a history of
honorable service
to our country.

Chief, Campbell's right.

These guys are gonna
strike again soon

the longer
they're on the streets--

The more likely they're gonna
harm somebody else.

Not if we catch 'em with
their hand in the cookie jar.

♪♪♪

(knocking on door)

Yo.

What's up, Owen?
Come on in.

-I'm not interrupting?
-No, no.

I just, uh, I was
clearing out some
of Wyatt's stuff.

I got Charlie at daycare, so...

You want a drink?

I would not say no to a beer.

I got you.

So how does Wyatt
like his new house?

JUDD: Oh, man.

He-He was beside himself.
He loved it.

I wish Grace had
been there to see it.

Where in the world
is your lovely wife these days?

Last we spoke, her Mercy Ship

was on its way
to the Solomon Islands.

That's amazing.

Yeah, it really is.

(sighs) Well, thanks
for taking the time.

Look, time is
the one commodity

that I got plenty of
these days.

Well, um, I hope
this isn't too forward,

but I wanted to talk to you
about your old job.

Well, I'm all ears.

It's no secret you were
the best lieutenant I ever had.

And over the last year,
I know it more than ever.

Thank you, Owen.
I mean, it-- that
means the world to me.

The truth is,
you left a set of boots
that Bigfoot couldn't fill.

And that's why I'm here.

Okay, so why don't you
tell me more

about, you know,
the perfect person

to fill my size 13-wide boots?

Yeah. Not person, people.

You s--
It's people?

OWEN:
Yeah, it's Marjan and Paul.

They've both formally submitted
their names for the position.

They're taking their
written lieutenant test today.

You want me to help
you choose my replacement?

Is this awkward?

-This is awkward, isn't it?
-No, no, no.

It's just that you're
the person whose judgment

I, I, I trust the most,
you know?

And...

you know, this last year,

with Robert
and Gabriel dying,

I've been in kind of
a mental funk,

I think you call it.

Yeah, I get you, man.

I'm always gonna
be here for you, Owen, so...

Yeah, where's your head at?

Well, you know 'em
better than anyone.

You know their strengths,
you know their weaknesses.

Their strengths,
yeah, I mean...

You'd be hard-pressed
to conjure any weaknesses.

So you don't see any daylight
between 'em either.

The good news is
you can't go wrong either way.

Well, I'm not sure
about that.

You know this competition...

has really come between
their friendship,

and I'm worried that, you know,

there's gonna be
some bitterness between 'em.

Between them or,
or towards you?

You think
this is all about me?

You've lost a lot of people
that are close to you,

family, friends, and...

uh, I don't know,

it-it-it-it could be
the real reason that
you're so stuck on this

is you don't wanna
lose nobody else.

And you're saying
whoever gets passed over

might not wanna
work for the guy who...

passed 'em over?

Bingo.

It's goin' up like a geyser.

Do it.

(dramatic music playing)

Game time.

(indistinct shouting)

They're here.

Get in position.

(dramatic music continues)

MASKED THIEF 1:
Alright, let's do this!

(rapid gunfire)

Pull over!
Pull over! Pull over!

(gunfire continues)

They're headed your way.

(rapid gunfire)

(tires screeching)

Out of the truck! Now!

Open the damn doors!

The hell are they waitin' for?

MASKED THIEF 2:
I guess we'll never know.

(sirens wailing and chirping)

CHIEF BRIDGES (on bullhorn):
Drop your weapons now
and get on your knees!

OFFICER 1: We're good!

(police radio chatter)

OFFICER 2: Go, go!

OFFICER 3: Go, go, go.

(officers shouting indistinctly)

Oh, don't look
so confused, boys.

Ain't you ever heard of
an old-fashioned Texas bait car?

My, my. How far
we have fallen from grace.

Staff Sergeant Andrew Foster.

How the hell do you know that?

You should really
change up your MO.

♪♪♪

Thanks to the tireless work
of the Texas Rangers,

four killers will be
eating their supper

behind bars tonight.

The old man sure can
lay it on thick sometimes,

if you ask me.

(inhales and exhales deeply)

You know, I, uh,

I'd like to take my crow neat
and as fast as possible.

Okay.

I admit, I thought you was
one of them nepo babies.

I didn't think it was fair
you got to jump the line
just 'cause of--

Who my father was.

Yeah.

But if you hadn't
figured out that them thugs

was using 3-1-1 calls,

they'd have killed
somebody else.

Well, then I guess I should
take a shot of crow myself.

This whole time, I thought
I was in a footrace with you.

But if I had looked at you
more like a partner,

maybe we would have
broken this sooner.

Well, let that be
a lesson to you, partner.

You know, I, uh...

sat across a desk from
your daddy for seven years.

Just as close as
you and I are now.

That much time,
this little distance...

you gather
the full measure of a man.

-And what did you gather?
-(Campbell scoffs)

That he was
relentless and brilliant.

But most of all...

an insufferable
pain in the ass.

(both chuckle)

Must run in the family.

Alright. (sighs)

Good night...

Ranger Reyes.

Good night, Ranger Campbell.

(phone ringing)

Hey, baby.

Hey, what you doing?

Oh, nothing.
Just feeding Lou Two.

Are you heading out?

Actually, uh, I'm--
I think I'm gonna stick here

a little while longer.

Oh, but, uh...

I thought you solved
the case.

I-I just saw it on the news.

-Not for that case.
-TK (on phone): Oh.

For "the" case.

CARLOS (on phone):
Yep.

TK: Will you just
promise me one thing?

What's that?

That you won't
eat your dinner

out of a vending machine
again tonight?

(slight chuckle)
I won't.

Uh, don't wait up
for me, okay?

I'll leave a light on for you.

Good night, TK.

TK: Good night, Carlos.

(gentle music playing)

(sighs)

(suspenseful music playing)

WYATT: Uh, is your
vehicle stalled?

-CALLER: No. (groans)
-Then, sir, you need

to get your vehicle
off the tracks right now.

CALLER:
I'm not on the tracks.

Okay, then why are you calling?

CALLER (strained):
'Cause neither is the train.

(dramatic music playing)

(music intensifies)

♪♪♪

(fanfare playing)