All language subtitles for 9-1-1.Lone.Star.S05E02.PROPER.1080p.WEB.h264-ETHEL

DAMON: GPS says
I'm still six hours away,

but I bet I could shave off
about 30 minutes if I do 100.

REMY (on phone):
Take it easy, Vin Diesel.

The last thing you need
is a ticket.

Damon, you sure
you wanna do this?

You still haven't put my name
on that form, have you?

Look, I just don't know
if you know

what you're really
signing up for.

And you're doing
so well in college.

I can't make you come home
just to give me sponge baths.

You've been
on the transplant list
for years now, okay?

You're not missing out
on your new heart

just 'cause I got
a scholarship in El Paso.

I feel like
I'm ruining your life.

(clicks tongue) Remy.

What did we promise Mom
right before she died?

That we'd always
take care of each other.

Okay, so put my name
on that damn form.

Alright. (groans)

Your fate is sealed.

NURSE:
Okay, we need to prep you
for surgery right away.

Alright, I gotta go.

They're taking me back.

Okay, Remy.
Hey, you got this, man.

(engine sputters)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

REMY:
Damon, everything okay?

Uh, yeah. Yeah.
Everything's fine.

I, uh, I-I'll be there
when you wake up, I promise.

-Love you, bro.
-I love you too, man.

DAMON: Damn it!

Argh! Why is this happening?
Please, God, don't do this.

Please, just...

just let me get to my brother.

(train horn blowing in distance)

(bell ringing)

(peppy music playing)

(Damon grunts)

Whoa.

("Going to the Country"
by Steve Miller Band playing)

♪ Gonna leave the city,
put my troubles behind ♪

♪ People in the city
goin' out of their minds ♪

♪ Goin' to the country
just to feel like gold ♪

♪ People in the country
really let themselves go ♪

♪ Hey, ho, one thing I know

♪ People in the country
got one thing for sure ♪

♪ Hey, ho, one thing I know

♪ Every mother's child
really lets himself go ♪

♪ Joining hands,
making plans... ♪

Please.
Please let him be okay.

(phone ringing)

-Uh, hello.
-DOCTOR (on phone):
Hi, is this Damon Colfax?

Uh, yeah, yeah, ye-yes.

DOCTOR:
This is Dr. Meyerson.

I performed the surgery
on your brother.

Is Remy okay?

DR. MEYERSON:
He's in recovery now.

It'll be a little while
before he wakes up,

but I have
every reason to believe

the transplant
was a success.

What... (laughs)

Uh, uh, okay. Okay, uh...

Thank you. Thank--
Thanks, Doc. Thank you.

Uh, please tell Remy
I'm gonna be there soon.

Dr. Meyerson:
Okay, talk to you soon.

Okay. Alright. Thank you.

-(cell phone beeps)
-(sighs)

Whoo!

Hey, you hear that, Texas?

My brother's gonna be okay!

(laughing) Yeah!

-(train horn blowing)
-Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, guy in the blue car!

My brother's gonna be okay!

My brother's
gonna be okay.

-(car horn honking)
-My brother's gonna be okay.

-(laughing)
-(bell ringing)

He's gonna be okay!

Whoo!

(train horn blowing)

Here's to you, big bro.

Congratulations.

-(metallic clang)
-(coughs)

Oh!

What the hell?

Oh, God!

-(thuds)
-(train horn blares)

(screams)

Ah. Ah!

Ah! (screams)

(theme music plays)

(upbeat music playing)

♪ Huh

♪ Love, I

♪ Woke up this morning

♪ I was feeling
kinda good, yeah ♪

♪ Smile up on my face

♪ All I gotta say

♪ I just step, step, step

-♪ Wiggle and I slide
-♪ And slide

♪ Shift gears
as I walk side to side ♪

♪ Head high,
I just step, step, step ♪

-♪ Wiggle and I slide...
-Two, three, four, two, three...

Cut.

♪ ...as I walk side to side

-(whispering)
I think I'm in trouble.
-Hm.

Dad. You can't count
your moves out loud.

IZZY VEGA: And, Mom,
it's right in the lyrics.

"Step, step, step, wiggle,"
then you slide.

I did that.
I wiggled and I slid.

No, no, no, you slid,
then you wiggled.

These guys are messing up
our fire dance moves.

-Wow.
-Maybe we should take five

so we can work
on our own fire dance moves.

-TOMMY VEGA: Hmm. Mm-hmm.
-(Izzy sighs)

-(Trevor sighs)
-Bye.

-We're so fired.
-No, we're not.

-Yeah.
-We got moves.

We just need
to practice a little.

-Oh. Okay.
-Alright.

-Here you go.
-Here we go.

TOMMY: Here we go.

-(music resumes)
-Ah, yeah.

Step, step, step. Right?

-Oh,
-♪ ...wiggle and I slide

That's a slide.
And, bam, boom.

-Come on. Yeah, yeah.
-Hey! Hey!

-And then freestyle.
-TOMMY: Hey. Yeah.

-Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh.
-Yes, yes.

-I see you. I see you.
-Oh, yeah.

-TOMMY: Uh-huh.
-I told you.

(both laughing)

-Oh.
-TOMMY: Oh!

-(glass shatters, music stops)
-(laughing continues)

We're so fired.

Hey, they don't call it
a family challenge for nothin'.

It's challenging.

-Mm-hmm.
-(sighs)

-What?
-Nah, I...

I just think
it's cool that you--

Well, we're doing
a family challenge.

-Kind of incredible actually.
-Mm-hmm.

Now let me help you up before

someone thinks
you're proposing to me.

What if I am?

(pensive music playing)

What if I wanna
make this family official?

Tommy Vega, are you serious?

I think so.

Trevor Parks...

what would you say
if I asked you to be my husband?

-I'd say yes. (laughs)
-You said yes.

Oh, you said yes.
You said yes, yeah... Yes?

-You said yes.
-(Trevor laughing)

Yes! (sighs deeply)

I'd say yes, but...

Um, but?

There's just one small thing.

CARLOS REYES: Hey, hey, hey.
Good morning, 126.

-Hey. Good morning.
-CARLOS: Good morning, Tommy.

Who wants donuts?

-Hey, babe.
This is a nice surprise.
-CARLOS: Hey.

So what is the occasion,
Ranger Reyes?

No occasion.
Was just in the neighborhood.

So we got coconut,
we got bear claws,

-fritters, a cronut--
-MARJAN MARWANI: Oh.

Dude, I was gonna
take the cronut.

Gotta move quick if you
want the prize around here.

Quick? You haven't even begun
to see quick, but you will.

So I'll bring two cronuts
next time.

Ignore them.
They're in a...

dead heat to be
my dad's lieutenant.

-Ah.
-TK STRAND: And now it's
spilling over into pastries.

CARLOS: I see.

-TOMMY: Pastry?
-CARLOS: Yeah.

Don't mind if I do.

Mm.

-(mouth full) Hold on.
-TK: Oh.

TOMMY: Mm-hmm. Mm.

-How's it goin', Carlos?
-Hello, Mateo.

-Okay... Oh.
-TOMMY (mouth full): Okay.

Uh, so when is Captain Strand
announcing his lieutenant?

MATEO CHAVEZ:
Oh, any minute now.

And these two
are losing their minds.

-We are not losing our minds!
-MARJAN: Nope.

It's more like
honing our minds.

Yeah. You have no idea
what it's like to attain
a lieutenant's mindset.

Funny thing to say
to the only one

that's actually
ever been lieutenant.

At the 129, remember?

-That's right.
-Oh, yeah.

Wait, so why didn't you
put your name in for the job?

(scoffs) Because the job
makes you crazy.

Ergo, you two.

(indistinct PA announcements)

NANCY GILLIAN: Cap?

You okay?

(mouth full) Yeah.

Why wouldn't I be?

You seem...

No reason.

-TOMMY: Mm-hmm.
-WYATT HARRIS: Hey, guys.

-Hey, Wyatt.
-TK: Hey, man.

MATEO: Wyatt. My man.

What brings you down here?

Uh, I'm looking
for your dad, actually.

-Is he around?
-Yeah, he should be
in his office.

Thanks.

Now, what do you think
that's about?

(exhales)

Wyatt!
What are you doing here?

Hey, Captain Strand.
Do you have a moment?

For you, hell, yeah.

WYATT: Uh, well,
not for me, actually.

It's for my dad.

Uh, he told me you paid him
a visit the other day

for advice on who your
next lieutenant should be.

Yeah, yeah, I did.

WYATT:
Look, I love my dad,

but sometimes he could be this,

this really annoying
mix of, like,

too proud and too humble
at the same time.

Do you know what I--
Do you know what I--
what I mean?

I'm... not sure I do.

So the thing is, my, my dad,

he didn't... he didn't
really tell the truth

about who he thinks
you should choose.

Hmm. Did he say
who I should choose?

Himself.

He wants it, alright?
He wants it back.

I mean, more than anything.

Well, why didn't
he say anything?

He didn't wanna put you
in a bad position.

Even if that meant
putting himself in a worse one.

When I was under his roof,
he had a project.

OWEN STRAND:
Mm-hmm.

PT and my
occupational therapy.

And he was great.
Seriously amazing.

But, you know, now I'm,
I'm out of the house

and Grace is on
the other side of the world,

and he's adrift.

I'll call him.

As his friend or as his captain?

I'm not his captain anymore.
He retired.

I know, but he didn't leave
because he wanted to.

Right? He left
so he could take care of me.

And if anybody should understand
that sacrifice, it's you.

Please, please.
Seriously, he needs this.

He-he-he has an interview to be
a freakin' truck driver today.

-Really?
-WYATT: Really.

And it's a,
it's a fine job, you know?

But you and I know

he was, he was put on this earth
for one purpose,

and that is to be
a firefighter.

Look...

In the 12 months
he's been gone,

amazing candidates
have emerged,

and they've picked up the weight
that your dad had to put down.

None more so than
Paul and Marjan.

And you know
how talented they are.

You've dealt with them
in the call center.

-So...
-Yeah.

Would it really be fair
for me to suddenly

forget about all of that

just because my old lieutenant,
as wonderful as he was,

suddenly wants his job back?

Is. As wonderful
and as incredible...

as he is.

I'm sorry.

I can't do it.

(harmonica playing on phone)

(caller speaking)

How did this happen?

We have this TikTok account,

Girls Who Give a Folk.

We're in a folk band.

Marcie thought we could
get new followers

with the "fit it
in your mouth" challenge.

Because that
always ends well.

How bad is it?

It's pretty bad.

Marcie!

(harmonica playing)

Uh, okay.
Uh, TK, take her vitals.

-Copy.
-Marcie, I'm Tommy.

And we're gonna take
a good look at you, alright?

How, how are you feeling?

(harmonica playing)

She says it hurts like hell.

Well, yeah, I can see why.

-That's in there pretty good.
-(harmonica playing)

She doesn't understand how she
could get it in, but not out.

Well, that's Urgent Care 101.

It's a lot easier
to shove something in

than it is to pull it out.

The tissue in your cheeks
is already starting to swell.

-(harmonica playing)
-TK, what are the numbers?

Uh, O2 and BP are good,

but her heart rate
is pushing 120, Cap.

Alright, that must be
because of the stress.

It's okay,
we're gonna pack you up

and take you
to the hospital.

(harmonica playing)

She wants to know if there's
anything you can do here.

We don't have insurance.

We can't afford an ambulance
or a hospital stay.

Okay, Nancy, yeah,
get me, um, uh, pliers

and a lot of petroleum jelly.

NANCY: Copy.

(harmonica playing)

Alright, Cap,
she's all lubed up.

Alright. I need you
to try not to move.

TK, make sure
you hold her still.

Yeah, Cap.

Alright, here we go.

(harmonica playing)

NANCY: Uh, dude,
are you live-streaming this?

It just seems a waste not to.

TOMMY:
No, you know what?
It's alright.

It's alright.
Let this be a lesson
to all of your followers,

all--
well, all eight of them.

Yeah.

That this is what
TikTok challenges do to people.

(on phone) They put you
in compromising positions...

(harmonica playing)

...and make you act foolish

in front of people
that you love,

tell you that
they love you back,

but you just take it from me,

TikTok will ruin your...

-(harmonica playing)
-(squelching sounds)

(crowd gasping)

-...dang life!
-(pliers click)

-(crowd exclaims)
-(Tommy huffing)

-I'll take it.
-Wh-what?

-I'll take it.
-Okay, okay. Okay. Okay.

I've made a lot of
tough decisions in my time,

but nothing quite like this.

You're a big part
of this firehouse.

Your talent, your devotion,
your professionalism,

your heart,
off the charts.

And you will make
a good lieutenant someday.

But I'm sorry, firefighter...

today is not the day.

And you're
not saying anything.

Well, I don't know
what to say.

Okay, good. Keep going.

No, I mean, I don't know
how to respond.

Mateo, I'm about to crush
somebody's hopes and dreams.

The least you could do
is be a good scene partner.

Well, I need to know
if I'm Marjan or Paul.

-Oh.
-Because they're both
gonna react differently

to having their souls crushed.

Uh, yeah, I-I should
have led with that.

-Okay, you're Paul.
-Damn.

So he's not gonna
get the job?

-OWEN: Just do the thing.
-Poor dude.

-OWEN: Come on.
-Alright.

Well, if I'm Paul,

I'm probably
gonna take a beat.

Soak it in, say...

(imitating Paul)
"It's cool, Cap.

-No hard feelings."
-That's good.

(normally)
But then I'll purse my lips

and I'll say,
"You know what? That's a lie.

"It's not cool, Cap,
and I'm disappointed as hell.

Not just in the decision,
but in you."

In me. Ugh, that stings.

(exhales)
Okay. Let's do Marjan.

Wait, why do you need to see
what Marjan's reaction would be

if you're passing over Paul?

Oh, my God, are you
choosing who to promote

by who's easier to reject?

Oh, when you
say it that way,

it sounds so callous
and immature.

Well, Cap, the deadline's today.
I mean, you have to decide.

Paul and Marjan
are fantastic candidates.

I can't just snap my fingers
and make a decision.

Well, it worked for Thanos.

He snapped his fingers and
killed half the MCU at random

just so the other half
could live.

It's cold-blooded.
Nothing personal.

It was just about the numbers.

Just about the numbers.

Mateo, that is brilliant.

I know.

Why?

Cap, we're all stocked
on trauma dressings.

TOMMY: Super.

(cell phone buzzing)

Cap, is everything okay?

Everything's fine.
Fine. Why?

You know what?
Never mind, never mind.

Oh, no. No, go ahead.
Come on.

You just seem
a little out of sorts today.

TOMMY: Out of sorts.

Out of sorts how?

Well, you did house, like,

-an entire half dozen
of donuts this morning.
-Yeah.

Then there was
the whole TikTok rant, and--

Alright, I admit it.

Yes, I, I may have brought

some of my personal baggage
to work today.

I asked Trevor
to marry me last night.

What?

And he said no?

Uh... (sighs)

I never wanted
to say anything,

but I always thought that
you were way out of his league.

-Way.
-Oh... (sighs)

He said yes.

Oh. Well, then,
please disregard.

Thank you. But he said yes
on one condition.

-What condition?
-TOMMY: Hmm.

We would have to speak
to Cassandra first.

Your ex-wife Cassandra?

-She needs to...
-Vet you?

Vet me. Uh-huh, yeah.

We need her official approval

before Trevor
will agree to marry me.

Why would Trevor wanna
give all that power to his ex?

I guess it's, it's part of
their, their divorce settlement.

Like, she only agreed
to allow him

to move to Texas with Melody,

on the condition
that if he ever remarried,

she would get to approve of
whoever he brought into her life

or revoke the agreement.

Talk about leverage.

Yeah, she's pulling
all the strings.

Look, if Trevor's ex is doing
this for the sake of Melody,

then kinda sounds like she's
doing it from a good place.

I mean,
you love Trevor, right?

I've never felt this way
about anyone since Charles.

So... maybe it is worth going
through the dog and pony show.

-Yeah.
-If it were just me doing it.

But that's not good enough
for her, she...

She wants to vet Evie and Izzy,
and in person.

And as much as I love Trevor,
I'll be damned if...

if I'll subject my girls
to an inquisition.

The highest compliment
I can give

is that this choice
has been excruciating.

And what did you decide?

I've decided not to decide.

That's my decision.

What? Cap.

That's ridiculous.
You have to pick someone.

You've both recently taken
the single hardest

civil service test in Texas,

the AFD promotional exam.

I've had your scores
emailed to me.

We'll let them decide.

Alright. Okay.
And the winner wins.

Alright, Marjan,
let's open yours first.

Moment of truth.

You scored a 98.78,
tying the AFD all-time record.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

Congratulations, Marjan.

MARJAN: Thanks, buddy.

Alright, Paul.
Let's open yours.

Uh, must we do that?
We-we don't have to
do that, Cap.

-It-it's cool.
-Ugh!

Uh... What is-- What--
Is it that bad?

-Worse.
-Damn it, I knew it.

I always overthink
those standardized tests.

Ever since my PSAT.

You scored a 98.78.

Excuse me?

No, that, that's my score.

The all-time record?

You tied.

(laughs) We tied.
No, wait.

-I'm sorry. Well, w-we tied?
-OWEN: Mm.

You tied.

(Paul and Marjan sigh)

♪ Sha-na-na-na,
sha-na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Ahh, yip-yip-yip-yip
yip-yip-yip-yip ♪

♪ Mum-mum-mum, get a job...

Sure you got her lined up?

Rig this size,
it ain't no shame

to hop out
and take a look-see.

-♪ ...my way
-♪ Get a job...

Well, the way I learned it, sir,

ain't so much
about what you see...

♪ Sha-na-na-na,
sha-na-na-na-na ♪

...as what you feel.

-♪ Get a job
-♪ Sha-na-na-na

♪ Sha-na-na-na

How long you been
driving one of these?

Well, I've never.

Not professionally,
but my ladder truck

used to be just
a little shorter than this.

GARTH:
You're a firefighter?

JUDD RYDER:
Uh, I was.

Now that's good stuff.
They kick you out or something?

No, no,
it's nothing like that.

I had to retire
for family reasons,

but, you know, Mr. Bradford,
I'm, I'm, I'm a hard worker,

and I got
a clean driving record,

and my CDL is up to date,
so I'm your man.

Okay, well, let's,
let's get you mounted up

and get you out there
right now.

When you say, right,
like, right now, right now?

Right now, right now. I--

Just a trial run,
see how you cross town,

see how you handle
the rig in traffic.

-JUDD: Uh--
-Unless there's a problem.

No, I can, I can--
I can call my in-laws

and have 'em pick up
my daughter from daycare.

GARTH:
Good. Do that.

'Cause if things work out well,

I'm gonna have you do a swing
up to Tacoma on Thursday.

Tacoma? No, sir.

No, I'm, I'm, I'm signing up
for just short haul stuff

like Fort Worth or Seguin,
that kinda thing.

Look, my best guy
just tore his ACL.

I got 100 sides of beef that
need to move outta here pronto.

Pay's double, plus all
the ribeyes you can eat.

What do you say?

Uh...

I say I better call my wife.

Smart man.

(line ringing)

Gracie, can you hear me?

AUTOMATED RESPONSE (on phone):
The wireless customer

you are trying to reach
is unavailable.

Damn it.

(cell phone ringing)

Hey, Dad.
How'd the interview go?

Well, it's still going.

The owner said that I did
the parking test so well,

he wants to go
straight on to the road trial.

Whoa! That's amazing.
You feeling good about it?

The problem is,
now he's saying
that he wants me

to do long hauls to the coasts
starting this week.

Oh.

I mean, hey, you said

you needed
to get out of the house,
right?

Yeah, before I start
climbing the walls.

But, uh, how am I gonna
take care of Charlie

if I'm up at Tacoma?

WYATT: She's got
three grandparents in town.

Plus, you know, Leigh Ann
and I can always chip in.

JUDD: No, I couldn't
ask y'all to do that, Wyatt.

You got your own family
to worry about.

So, I reckon, uh, I know
exactly what I gotta do now.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

I need to march

back into that firehouse,
hat in hand

and beg Owen for my job back.

Yeah, I wouldn't,
I wouldn't recommend that.

I thought just
the other night you said

that I need to go in there
and, you know,

sacrifice my pride
and ask him directly.

I did.

I did, but, um...

Yeah, it's not gonna
do you any good.

And how do you know that?

Because I already tried it.

You what?

(sighs) I went into
his office this morning.

I'm, I'm sorry
I didn't tell you,

but I, I had to fight for you.

I couldn't convince him, Dad.

I failed you, I failed you,
and I'm so sorry.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
listen, listen.

It's okay.

You've never failed me, okay?

Yeah.

So here's what's
gonna happen next.

I'm, I'm gonna--
I'm gonna take this test,

and I'm gonna rock it,
and then we'll get together.

We'll work out all
the other details together...

as a family. Is that--
Is that a deal?

-Deal.
-JUDD: Alright.

I love you.

FRANKLIN: Hey, hey.
Today's the big day.

You all ready for your recital?

JULIETTE (on phone):
I don't know, Daddy.

What you mean
you don't know?

JULIETTE:
What if I'm bad?

Oh, that's just
the stage fright talking.

Your solo's gonna go great.

Hey, why don't you
sing it for me?

JULIETTE:
I don't want to.

Why not?
I'd love to hear it.

JULIETTE:
If you love it so much

how come
you're not even coming?

Juliette, honey,
we talked about this.

Daddy's doing flowers
for a big wedding.

I have to be there
before everyone

if I'm gonna make it pretty
for their special day.

JULIETTE: It's not just today.
You never come to anything.

You always miss my recitals.

I'll tell you what,
if you sing your solo for me,

today is the last day
I'll ever miss

one of your recitals again.

-JULIETTE: You promise?
-FRANKLIN: I promise.

JULIETTE: Okay.

(Juliette clears throat)

♪ Where seldom is heard
a discouraging word ♪

♪ And the skies
aren't cloudy all day ♪

That was beautiful.

JULIETTE:
You really think so?

-FRANKLIN: I really do.
-DAMON: Hey!

-FRANKLIN: Huh, that's funny.
-DAMON: Hey! Hey!

Some man was waving at me

from the top
of a freight train.

-JULIETTE: That is funny.
-(train horn blowing)

Okay, Juliette.

Mwah! Have a great show.

JULIETTE:
Remember, you promised, Dad.

Today is the last one
you miss.

-I won't forget.
-(keys jangle)

-I love you.
-JULIETTE: I love you, Daddy.

-Bye.
-(sighs)

Today is the last one.

(rumbling)

(explosion)

(items crashing, crunching)

-(yelps)
-(glass shatters)

(overlapping dispatchers
and callers speaking)

CALLER: Oh, God.

It's a nightmare!

-(sirens blaring)
-(horn honking)

(bell ringing)

-(blaring continues)
-(honking continues)

(tense music playing)

Alright, we need
a full evac of this campus.

FIREFIGHTER 1:
Back up, back up,
everybody, back up.

FIREFIGHTER 2:
Everybody, back up. Move back!

OWEN:
Marjan, set up the stream-master
on the aerial.

Get on the foams
and knock down these fires.

On it, Cap.

Wait, Cap, what about that fire?

-(tense music continues)
-(bell continues ringing)

It must be the engine.

Alright, head up and see
if we got any survivors.

126 first on the scene,
we have multiple debris fields.

One on the track, a second one
down below the south ridge.

I need any information
you can give me on this train.

Yeah, according to
the rail traffic controller,

the train is a 52-car freighter
out of Flagstaff

carrying mixed cargo.

Apparently, it took a switch

at twice the recommended speed
and jumped the track.

What kinda mixed cargo?

I need to know
what I'm up against.

WYATT: Sorry, we're,
we're still trying

to get our hands
on the manifest.

The company said
they lost all contact

with the engineer
two minutes before the crash.

Other than
the single engineer,
any other crew members?

He is the crew.

Company uses
one-man teams to cut costs.

That'll help the bottom line.

But I did get
a 9-1-1 call from a motorist

trapped somewhere
in the derailment.

But, um, yeah,
I lost contact with him.

-We'll find him.
-(bell ringing)

Alright, I need
every hazmat suit

and USAR rig in the county
at the base of this hill.

Advise all rigs to
get the ladder pipes
on this fire ASAP.

WYATT: Copy that.

129 should
be landing any minute.

Gall and Ricardo,
set up an incident line.

I don't want any civilians
within a quarter mile.

And for God's sakes,
someone kill that bell!

-(bell continues ringing)
-(indistinct radio chatter)

(firefighters chattering)

PAUL STRICKLAND:
Cap said the engineer's
probably still trapped inside.

Mateo, you got that side?
I'll take this side.

MATEO: Yes, sir.

(tense music playing)

Austin Fire!
Is anybody in there?!

Austin Fire!

Hey, Marjan, we're gonna
need that foam up here

at the locomotive now.

MARJAN (on radio):
Working on it.

MATEO:
Hey, can you hear me?!

Engineer's in there!

What? Ah!

-Argh! I'm out.
-MATEO: Me too.

-Hey, somebody
order some foam?
-Oh, yeah!

There we go.
Good looking out, Marj.

I got you.

Hey, you guys
hit the delta side.

Hit the cars
on the delta side, alright?

Halligan! Halligan!

(indistinct distant shouting)

-(Paul grunts)
-(glass shatters)

-Mateo.
-MATEO: (coughs) Hey.

Sir, can you hear me?

-Ah! Yeah.
-PAUL: Shoulders.

Let's get some hands in here.
We got the engineer.

MATEO:
Watch out. Alright.

Medics!

(tense music playing)

-PAUL: You have him?
-MATEO: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Got him.

Alright, one, two, three.

(all grunting)

-MATEO: Okay.
-We haven't had a chance
to check him out,

but he's not responsive.

Alright, TK,
take his ABCs.

Nancy, hook him up
to the LIFEPAK.

Cap, his lips
are blue, cyanotic,

but I don't see any signs

of smoke inhalation
around his mouth.

That's strange.

He doesn't seem to have
any obvious traumatic injuries.

You think something was wrong,
like, before he crashed?

NANCY:
Heart rate's 170.

He's in V-fib.
We're gonna lose him, Cap.

Alright, Nancy, paddles.

(device beeping)

Alright, everybody clear.

-(defibrillator pads boom)
-(Tommy sighs)

Nothing.

Going again. Clear.

-(coughs)
-Oh!

TK:
What the hell was that?

I think it was
a piece of hoagie.

♪♪♪

All this caused by a sandwich?

-Cap, he's breathing.
-(steady beeping)

Color's coming back, too.

So is his pulse.

(exhales)

What happened?

Sir, you've been
in an accident.

-Oh, God.
-TK: Whoa, easy.

-Alright.
-Oh, God, I did this?

TOMMY: Okay. Alright,
I need you to be still.

PAUL:
Hey, sir. Sir? Sir?

Hey. We need the train manifest.

We need to know exactly
what was in those containers.

Uh, yeah, I've got it
on my phone.

I can AirDrop you the file.

Hey, Cap, the engineer
is safe and stable,

and he's giving us
the train manifest right now.

OWEN (on radio): Good.
I need you guys back down here.

Copy that, Cap.

(dramatic music playing)

Hey, Cap.

What's going on?

(muffled horn blaring)

You hear that?

(blaring continues)

It's a car horn.

(car horn blaring)

OWEN: From where?

♪♪♪

-(blaring continues)
-(sighs)

-(Mateo grunts)
-(debris clatters)

MATEO: I think it's a,
it's a side-view mirror.

OWEN (on radio):
Uh, dispatch.

Yeah. Copy 126.

Yeah. We found
your missing motorist.

(dramatic music playing)

-(dramatic music playing)
-(indistinct chatter)

(air hissing)

OWEN:
According to the manifest,

most of the cars
are carrying inert materials,

soybeans, rebar,
things of that nature.

We do have some cars
carrying high hazards,

pesticides, chlorine gas,
even toxic waste.

So, Captain Garcia, we're gonna
need hazmat standing by.

We'll be in your pocket all day.

My main concern right now,

keeping the fire
away from this car.

Carries 28,000 gallons
of propane.

-That thing heats up...
-Boom.

I'm gonna need the 129
to back up my team.

They're at the flames
fighting this right now.

-Alright.
-Alright.

129, you heard the IC.
Let's get to work.

PAUL (on radio): Alright, Cap,
got the airbags in place

to stabilize the container.

-Camera's going up.
-Alright, let's do it.

MATEO: Alright.

(beeps)

Okay. Can you guys
see anything?

OWEN: Alright,
you're in the back seat.

Give it some more slack.

MATEO (on radio):
Got it.

OWEN: That's him.

Sir, this is
Captain Owen Strand,

Austin Fire Department.

If you hear me, can you
give me some sort of signal?

(weakly) Help me.

Alright, we got to go in
and get him by hand.

(over radio)
I'm gonna do it.
Get my kit ready.

Cap, you can't go in there.
It's too unstable.

OWEN:
Yeah, I know, that's why

I'm the only one
I'm comfortable sending in.

MATEO: Yeah, Cap,
but that somebody
has to fit through

less than three feet
of crawl space

and that somebody's
not you, Cap.

You're too tall.

It has to be me.

Alright, roger that.

Good luck.

NEWSCASTER:
Chaos reigns today

where a freight train
has just derailed

-torching a hillside in flame.
-OWEN: Hey, hey, hey!

-First--
-OWEN: What do you
think you're doing?

-Excuse me. We're live on air.
-OWEN: An active fire scene.

The perimeter's
a half mile back.

You heard it, folks.

We need to sign off,

but more updates at 6:00.

Let's go, let's go.
I'm sorry.

I'm just trying
to keep everybody safe.

-Oh, of course.
-Come on.

-We understand.
-Come on, come on.

We all have our jobs to do.

Kenny, what are you doing?

Packing up.
You heard what he said.

Did you hear what I said?
We have a job to do,

and right now, it is our job
to get an exclusive

of the biggest disaster
of the year.

Now, come on, hurry up
and get out of his eyeline.

Captain Strand sent us.
Where do you want us?

MARJAN: Hey!

We're trying to cool
the tanker off,

but the flames keep pinching in
from both sides.

Sorry, I didn't catch
your name, Captain.

Harthan.

You must be
Lieutenant Marwani.

MARJAN: Not yet.

Oh, this thing is going.

Not yet, it's not.
It's actually a safety feature.

-SOBEK: That's a safety feature?
-MARJAN: It's a relief valve.

The taller those flames get...

-The less time we have.
-Yep!

Alright, Cap,
the one-and-a-half's
aren't gonna cut it.

-We need more pressure.
-You're right.

Okay, 129, there should be
hydrants every 600 feet

down that fire road!

I want four-and-a-halfs
on all of them!

(grunts)

Entryway is clear, Cap.

OWEN: Alright.

You hear anything weird,

get a bad vibe,
you get the hell out.

(over radio)
That's an order.
You understand?

I'll wriggle
as fast as I can, Cap.

Copy.

Hey, the meds
are in this compartment.

Any tools you might need
are in this front pouch.

-Alright?
-MATEO: Got it.

-Thanks, homey.
-And, Teo...

(emotional music playing)

Alright. (winces)

(Mateo grunts)

(grunting)

(tense, dramatic music playing)

(Mateo grunting, panting)

Okay.

OWEN (on radio):
Hey, Paul,
get the jaws ready

in case that thing
collapses on him.

Already got 'em.
Standing by.

Alright, here we go.

(music intensifies)

(Franklin groaning)

-Hey.
-FRANKLIN: Hey.

-I'm Mateo.
-(groans) I'm Franklin.

Well, look, I'm gonna
get you outta here, okay?

-FRANKLIN: Mm-hmm.
-I'm gonna try to slide in here

and I gotta check you out
for my paramedic friends.

Alright. Alright.

(grunts) Ooh.

-(metallic creaking)
-(Mateo and Franklin grunting)

MATEO:
Come on.

(panting)

Okay. Well...

His airways look clear.

Breathing is shallow.

I'ma check your pulse,
alright, buddy?

FRANKLIN: Mm-hmm.

(Franklin breathing heavily)

MATEO:
Hey, pulse is about 130.

Alright, that's elevated,
but to be expected.

Ask him what hurts.

-Alright, what hurts most?
-(groans)

My chest.

MATEO: Oh, this thing's on
top of it, huh? Okay.

Show us his legs.

MATEO: I'm trying to give
you guys a good view here.

-(Franklin groans)
-How's that?

They're pinned
under the steering column.

Ask him to move
his extremities.

Okay. Can you try and
move your feet for me?

(grunts in effort,
groans in pain)

Okay, okay.
No, it's fine, it's fine.

Okay, yeah, he can.

-He's just trapped in.
-Okay.

Cut the steering column,
but take your time.

-Alright, I'm gonna slide my way
to the passenger side.
-Okay.

MATEO:
Now let's see if we could
do anything about this beam.

-(Franklin groaning)
-(grunts) Whoo.

Okay. I'm gonna try to slide
this thing off you.

-(groaning)
-Alright. One, two, three.

(groaning sharply)

-(grunting in effort)
-(metal creaking)

(both panting)

-How's that feel?
-That's better.

MATEO: Alright. Oh.

You a unicorn fan, huh?

(chuckles) My daughter is.

(groans) Juliette.

-She's six.
-Well, look...

this is gonna
get uncomfortable, okay?

-(groans) Okay.
-The more this guy dances,

the more you think
of your little girl.

-FRANKLIN: Okay.
-MATEO: I'm gonna place
this over here

while I, uh, saw off
that steering wheel.

(grunts)

I'll place this right here
so they can see.

(groaning on monitor)

Okay, here I go.

-(saw whirring)
-(Franklin groaning)

-Almost done, baby.
-(Franklin groaning)

Keep looking at that unicorn.

(groaning)

Think of your daughter.

-(whirring continues)
-Ah!

-Alright, I got it!
-(groaning)

-I got it, I got it.
-(Franklin coughs)

(laughs) We got it, baby.

Okay, his legs are free.

You did great, Franklin.

-Thank you. You...
-(Mateo laughs)

(weakly) You know
how to make a... (mumbles)

Franklin.

Franklin!

Hey, Franklin!

Hey, hey!
Something happened.

Mateo, what's going on?

I don't know,
we were just laughing,

and-and he was smiling,
and then he just passed out.

Alright, try taking
his pulse again.

Wait. I can barely feel it.
What happened?

Cap, it's his chest.
He said his chest hurts.

Mateo, look at his chest now.

(tense music playing)

Okay, it's bruised
and it's swollen.

Alright, put your ear
to his heart.

(over radio)
Tell me what it sounds like.

(heart thumping, muffled)

It sounds like
it's underwater.

Do me a favor.
Look at his jugular.

♪♪♪

(sighs deeply)
It's distended.

Mateo, I think he has
a cardiac tamponade.

A, a what?

TOMMY: The sac around his
heart is filling with fluid.

It's keeping his heart
from beating.

It must have started swelling
when you relieved the pressure.

Okay, so what's next?

You're gonna
have to drain it.

Drain what?
Drain his heart?

No, not his heart.

The pericardial sac
around his heart.

Wait, I'm not a surgeon!

No, but you're
the second-best thing.

The person next to him.

So, put on some gloves,

swab his chest
with the ChloraPrep

that Nancy put in your kit.

-(breathing heavily)
-(rifling through kit)

(tense music playing)

Okay.

Alright,
get the 18-gauge needle.

It's the big one.
Attach it to a syringe.

MATEO:
Okay, now what?

(deep breath)
Now you're gonna find the space

between the fourth
and the fifth rib

on the left of the sternum.

You're gonna insert the needle
there at a 45-degree angle.

But, uh,
this is the tricky part.

If you don't go in far enough,
you won't pierce the sac.

If you go in too far,
you'll pierce his heart.

-And then I kill him?
-TOMMY (on radio): It's okay.

We're gonna
do this together, alright?

Slow and steady.
We'll go in half an inch first.

(tense music continues)

MATEO:
Okay, half an inch.

Gently pull the plunger.

Did anything come out?

No, I don't see anything.

That's fine. We'll go in
another quarter inch.

I-I hit something!

TOMMY:
Okay, good. Stop there.

That's the pericardial sac.

Pull the plunger again.

Okay, I'm seeing
some pink stuff. Is--

Is that good?

Yeah. That's good.

Keep going.

-Hey. Hey, Franklin.
-FRANKLIN (weakly): What?

-Hey. Dude!
-What happened?

I just drained your heart, bro!

-You did?
-(laughs) Yeah! Okay. He's back.

He's back. Cap.

(laughs) Okay.

Okay. (sighs)

-(solemn music playing)
-(indistinct chatter)

(grunting)

-TK: Give me your hand.
-NANCY: Can you do it?

-Watch his head.
-PAUL: No, I got his head.

-There you go.
-TK: Push up.

-There we go.
-PAUL: Alright.

NANCY:
And, one, two, three.

-(groaning)
-Alright, strap him in.

I'm gonna C-collar him.

Alright, we got you.
Easy. Alright.

He's stable, firefighters.

Ready? One, two, three.

(grunts)

Come on, let's go.

-(Mateo grunts)
-Good job, baby.

(Paul laughs)

-PAUL: There he is.
-Good job, doctor.

MATEO:
Thanks. (panting)

Dispatch, your MVC patient
is safe and secure

and has been handed off
to the 122.

-(over radio)
The 126 will stay on site.
-Yep. Copy you, 126.

(over radio)
I'll let West Park know
that they're on the way.

(indistinct chatter)

Wait.

Wait! Wait!

Wait, wait, wait! Wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

Juliette's gonna
want her unicorn back.

FRANKLIN: Thank you.

Thank you for giving
her dad back.

Load up.

(paramedics grunting)

Can you say Peabody Award?
Tell me you're getting this.

I'm gettin' it.

(dramatic music playing)

Alright. Try to knock
the embers out!

Don't let them
settle on the tanker!

-(flames blast)
-Oh! That cannot be good!

No, that's not good.

Captain Harthan,
where are my attack lines?

The tanker's too hot.

I got you, I told you,
I got you!

-Let's go, let's go, let's go!
-MARJAN: Let's go, let's go!

Let's go! Charge up the lines!

We need to cool
this tanker right now!

Yeah! That's it, that's it.
It's working.

Alright, IC. It's Marwani.

(on radio) Tanker's finally
starting to cool off.

OWEN (on radio):
Great news, Marwani. Well done.

Yeah, it was a team effort.

I told you, we got you.

Yeah, a case of heartburn.

Ha. Whoo!

(sighs)

(siren wailing)

(sighs sharply)

Keep it going.

What the hell?
What the hell happened?

-Hey!
-Hey, 129. Where's our H2O?!

What's going on?!
Where's the water?!

-Hey, go check the line.
-MARJAN: No! No, no, no.

Hey!

Supply lines
are bursting everywhere.

HARTHAN (on radio):
Damn it! My guy said
there's too much pressure.

MARJAN:
The tanker's heating up!

Does anybody have water?!

The lines are dead!

(dramatic music continues)

Save that water supply now!

Let's go. Let's move.

(metal creaking)

Skin's cracking,
color change on the vapor.

No, no, no, it's too late.

Everybody get back!

Mayday! Mayday! Go!

-Mayday! Mayday!
-MARJAN: Mayday!

Fall back. All companies,
all companies, fall back.

MARJAN (on radio): Mayday!
Dispatch, Firefighter Marwani.

Tell all personnel
to evacuate the area!

Copy your mayday, firefighter.
What's going on out there?

Propane tanker's
about to blow!

-Hey! Get back!
-Marj!

Marj!

(heavy breathing echoing )

(explosion blasts)

(country rock
theme music playing)

(music fades out)

(fanfare playing)