All language subtitles for 9-1-1.S08E01.Buzzkill.720p.DSNP.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb_Subtitles01.ENG

♪ Hey, bumble bee, come on and sting me ♪

SoCal Tower,
this is Eight-Nine-Five-Alpha.

- I've reached altitude.
- Eight-Nine-Five-Alpha, roger that.

We hear this is the maiden flight
of your new twin-engine.

That's right.

Sold my ad agency after 30 years.

This little birdie,
she's my reward, honey.

Eight-Nine-Five-Alpha,

honey?

Just a term of endearment,
SoCal Tower.

Geez, can't be nice to people anymore.

SoCal Tower, is there a weather system
up ahead?

Not that I'm aware of. Standby.

What the...

SoCal Tower, it's some kind of insects!

Eight-Nine-Five-Alpha, insects?

Yeah. Ow!

Yeah, it's bees, SoCal Tower.

Bees!
In and around the aircraft. Ow!

Copy. Requesting a runway
for emergency landing.

Traffic alert.

No! God, no!

- Caution. Caution. Caution.
- No! No! No!

- Caution.
- No! God!

LAFD Engine Company 118.

At best, a work in progress.

Firefighter Wilson,

your boots are scuffed.
They should be polished to a high luster.

Unsatisfactory. Do it again.

Yes, sir.

Firefighter Han,

on a clean floor,
that would spread evenly.

Instead, it's globbing.

Unsatisfactory. Do it again.

Copy you, Captain Gerrard.

- Diaz, did you shop for mess today?
- First thing, Cap.

Chief's up my ass about budget cuts,

and you're buying organic fruit leather.

Unsatisfactory.

I'll do better next time, sir.

Nice mustache, by the way.

Thank you, sir.

Buckley, why are there loops
in the hose bed of that apparatus?

Loops make for faster carry.

- Captain Nash--
- Captain Nash quit three months ago.

You see that construction crew?
You know what they're building?

My 118.

Security fencing. Cast iron plumbing.

And my hose bed folded high and tight.

Scrub the crapper. One week.

You already gave me latrine duty, sir.

Two weeks.

Everyone, shorts and sneakers,
run pickups around the station

until the tone sounds or he pukes.

Have fun with it.

Captain Maynard, You wanted to see me?

Athena, thanks for coming.

Sergeant Grant, Assistant United States
Attorney Spencer, District of California.

This is my colleague from Arizona,
AUSA Lawrence.

Athena, these men
have a special assignment for you.

Sergeant, have a seat.

How much do you know about Maxwell Fulton?

The sex trafficker?

As little as possible.

Beverly Hills broker,
went away about a year ago

for pimping underage girls
to his bigwig buddies.

You may not have heard he hanged himself
in federal prison last week in Phoenix.

I'll cry later.
What does this have to do with me?

Well, Fulton had a cellmate,

a prisoner we assigned him
in hopes he'd open up.

At trial, Fulton refused to ID
any of his investors who, uh...

Raped those girls.

We'd like you to escort that prisoner
from Phoenix back here to LA,

to be deposed before a grand jury.

It's Dennis Jenkins.

We're aware you have a history
with Mr. Jenkins.

- He murdered your friend--
- My fiancé.

Dennis Jenkins murdered my fiancé.

And he got away with it
for more than 30 years.

Until I found him
and brought him to justice.

And now he has made some kind of deal
with the federal government?

He's a cooperating witness.

And what exactly is he getting in exchange
for this cooperation? Time off?

Early release.

You're setting him free?

You're setting him free?

He murdered a police officer!

Gentlemen, give us a moment.

- Elaine.
- I'm sorry.

I wanted to talk to you first.
They wouldn't let me.

Why are they asking me to do this?
Chaperone Emmett's killer to freedom?

They aren't asking.

Dennis Jenkins is.

He requested you.

Don't jump.

Why not?

Gerrard would just make us clean you up
off the sidewalk.

Guys...
...I can't do this anymore.

Okay. I made a decision.

I think we should all quit.

- You think we should all quit?
- Yeah, if we do it at the same time,

maybe leadership will realize
they made a mistake

and they'll have to bring Bobby back.

But then we wouldn't be here.

You gotta stop letting this guy
get under your skin like this, Buck.

Seriously.

Buck, listen. He keeps coming after you
because you react.

And talk back.

Of course I talk back.
In fact, why don't you guys?

I'm not a fan of scrubbing the crapper.

And I can't afford to, okay?
I need this job.

I have to show stability.

I'm still trying to fight
to get my foster care license reinstated.

And I got two kids at home.

At least until she gets
her foster license reinstated.

Okay.
Well, what if we get him fired?

We did, years ago.

He came back.

Like Michael Myers with a push broom
mustache. No offense, Magnum.

I served under guys
like Gerrard in the Army.

He's all bluster.

Just gotta keep your head down,
follow orders.

Eventually he'll move on
to the next target.

I wish Bobby was here.

If Bobby was here,
we wouldn't be having this conversation.

Has anybody talked to him?

I think he's been pretty busy
with his new crew.

Help!

Help! Help me!

Help!

Help me out! Help me!

Help me, please!

Scanlan, Dabney, I want a hose on
that third-floor window five minutes ago.

Sanchez, Jones,
pump and dump from the north.

- Shapiro...
- Yes, sir.

- ...get that ladder extended.
- On it, Captain.

I want a round-trip ticket to the r--

Bloody hell. Come on.

Cut.

That is a dog's breakfast here, mate.

Sorry, Brad. I know, we just need
to block this a little better, okay?

Where's what's his name, the tech adviser?

Fly in the technical adviser, please.

Anyone have eyes on our fire chief?

It's captain, not chief.
It's the chief who sent me here.

Well Mr. Not-Chief,
maybe you can help us out.

We seem to be having
a little trouble here.

Yeah.

That's because you're directing
these two firefighters

to suppress the fire from downwind,
which you wouldn't do.

And also sending these guys
into a cross fire.

Oh, by the way, "Pump and dump,"
that's not a thing anyone says.

We'll handle the dialogue.
We just need this untangled.

Copy that.

Okay. So what you don't wanna do,

is you don't wanna cross
your advancing hose lines. Here.

That way you can fight the fire without
decapitating your captain in the process.

Hi. Thank you for that.

Okay, okay. That's great.
Thank you very much.

We'll holler if we need you again. Brad...

Everybody back to one!

- One pump on the rotation here.
- Crane's moving.

Kara says we're shoo-ins for the finals,
but Callie says she's delusional.

Well, it sounds like Callie hasn't seen
your new jump shot we're working on.

No, I think she's just salty
because Kara and David M. are hooking up.

Sweetie, what do you mean hooking up?

Mom!

Reyla? Reyla, baby, are you okay?

Oh, my God.

You said bees?

Yes. I... I think the truck
was carrying them.

The driver...
...I think they killed him,

and now they're all over our car.

Mommy, I'm scared.

How many people are with you?

Me and my daughter, Reyla. She's eight.

And she's allergic to bees.

My name's Maddie. I'm gonna stay
on the line with you until help arrives.

- Do you carry an Epi?
- Yes.

- Yes. I found it.
- Good.

Hopefully you won't have to use it.
Just stay where you are.

That's a lot of bees.

Did you know a swarm can generate
as much electricity as a storm cloud?

Sick, 'cause I forgot to charge my phone.

Okay, people. We're treating this
like any other toxic spill.

Hopefully, this stays contained
to the Fourth Street Bridge.

We've got a mandatory shelter-in-place
from Alameda to the 101.

Anybody gets a call
from a rooftop, a balcony, a street,

just tell them to get the hell inside.

The truck's coming out of Temecula.
It left before dawn.

It was supposed to arrive in Fresno
two hours ago.

- Wait, so what happened?
- Gridlock on the 101.

Apparently, the truck has to be in motion
to create airflow.

And heat makes the bees angry.

Well, it's 92 degrees today.
How many angry bees are we talking about?

That truck was hauling
22 million killer bees.

Okay. Ladies and idiots,
heads out of asses and extricate.

Fog streams up ASAP.

And full PPE!

I don't need any of you
getting uglier today.

- Copy that, Cap.
- Sir, yes sir.

Coming in. Clear.

No pulse.

Dispatch, the driver's a black tag.

Trucking company says
there should be a second driver.

Checking now.

Hey, Maddie, we're at the SUV
but we have zero visibility.

Driver is Julie Watson, 32.

Her eight-year-old daughter is
in the back seat

with a severe bee allergy.

She hasn't been stung yet but...

She will be
as soon as we open these doors.

Let's grab the CO2.

I got him!

We got you, sir.

Breathing but barely.

- I'm out of CO2.
- Me too.

Not that it's doing much.

Cap, we need more firepower.

You're outta luck. Damn bugs
jammed the intake. Pumper can't pump.

Dispatch, I need a foam carrier
and four more engines on the double.

Engines are en route, but the foam's
in traffic in Van Nuys. 20 minutes out.

They put lead in your coffee over there?

Get it. Now!

Oh, no.

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

One got inside.
How did it get inside?

Don't swat at it, Julie. Stay calm.

Check the air vents on your dashboard.

- Oh, God.
- Julie, close them now.

Okay, they're closed.

- How many got in?
- I don't know, uh...

Two or three maybe.

If one of them stings, it'll trigger
an alarm response in all the others.

Okay, Julie try and keep your eye on them

but I need you both
to stay very, very still.

Like a statue. Okay, Reyla?

Like a statue.

He's got minimal stings, considering.
But I'm not getting a chest rise.

O2 sat's at 40. All right,
checking his airway for obstruction.

I found the obstruction.

Sit tight, you two. You're doing great.

Mom.

2

- Go away, you stupid bee.
- Reyla, no!

Julie, what happened?

I... [stammers] It stung her.

Okay, we're not gonna panic.
Julie, you said had the Epi?

Yes, uh... [inhales deeply] I've got it.

- Have you ever used one before?
- Yes.

- On your daughter?
- On myself.

Wait. You're allergic too?

Bee allergies run in our family.

Okay. Careful, Julie.

The pheromones... Any other bees in the car,

are going to be
extra aggressive right now.

Mom... [breathing shakily] ...I can't breathe.

I know.

Julie, give Reyla the shot in her thigh.

Quick ouchie, okay?
Blue to the sky, orange to the thigh, and...

- Did you do it, Julie?
- Yeah.

How's your breathing, Reyla?

It feels better.

Mom! Did it sting you?

Maddie,

how soon can we get help?

118, patient in the sedan
is experiencing an allergic reaction.

We need to pull her out now.

Hear that boys? Chop-chop.

Cap, there's an eight-year-old girl
in the car.

Allergies aside, a kid that weight
can only take 40 or 50 stings.

We pull her out in this swarm,
I don't like her odds.

Damn it!

Hit CO2 on that
till we get the water flowing!

Move! Move!

Suction's up.

Blood pressure's dropping.

Sir? Willy, we're almost there.

All right. That should do it.

Sternal rub.

Come on.

There we go! All right.

- O2 sat's back to 90.
- I'm starting a line.

Why do I taste honey?

Dispatch, where's my damn foam?

Eight minutes out,
but I'm sending a police escort.

Might have it in six.

No. The people in that car
won't live till then.

Get it now!

Eddie, smoke.

Smoke calms bees.

- What?
- Yeah,

it's what beekeepers use to stop them
from stinging.

We get the PPV fans of the rig.

We use it to blow smoke over the car.

Julie, can you hear me?

They're not gonna make it to me, are they?

I have a plan.

We're gonna use that injector again.

I already... [gasps] ...used it up.

Yes, and no.

If you crack it open,
we can get an extra dose out of it.

Do you have anything sharp on you?

I have a pair of scissors
in my school bag.

Good girl, Reyla. Can you get them?

- Got 'em.
- Hand them to your mom.

Now, Julie,
carefully cut the plastic casing.

Okay.

Now what?

You'll see a little syringe inside.

Take it out.
Pull up the plunger, just a little bit.

I'm doing...

Mom?

Mom!

Mom, please wake up!

She's not breathing!

Okay, Reyla, your mom needs your help.

Can you do exactly as I say?

I'll try.

Fans are up!

Buckley, what the hell are you doing?

Reyla, you can do this.

Okay, little guys.

Stay cool.

- Okay.
- Deep breath.

It's in. Now what?

Press the plunger halfway down.

Did it.

- Mom!
- Give it a second.

Nothing's happening!

Mom.

Mom!

Mom, please wake up.

Mom!

She's breathing.

Maddie, it worked.

LAFD, ma'am. We got you.

Nice and easy.

I've got you.

Foam's landing any second.

Let's mop this sucker up.

Buckley, that smoke thing.
That was some independent thinking.

Uh... Thank you, sir.

KP duty, one month.

KP duty?

Is that a...

It's a bee-nado.

I like this house.
Just not the neighborhood.

I like this neighborhood.

But that house is terrible.

We're not in any hurry.

Insurance will pay for this place
till the end of the year.

Is that all you're taking?

Just going to Arizona.

I'll be back before dinner tomorrow.

Why'd you say yes?

Since when do you do prisoner transfers?

Since this prisoner refuses to testify
unless I'm the one who travels him.

Maybe he knows he can trust you.

Or maybe he wants to gloat.

Rub my face in the fact
that he's getting a early release.

You don't really think that?

You said the day you found Jenkins,
he seemed genuinely remorseful.

You know I used to think

that putting Emmett's killer behind bars
would free me.

But the moment
I heard Dennis Jenkins's name,

I was right back there.

Seeing him living the life
that Emmett never had a chance to.

And now he gets to go back to it.

Hey.

Why don't you let me come with you.

What?

And have you give up show business?

Epinephrin and calamine lotion
have been flying off store shelves

all across the Southland.

After a long haul truck carrying some
22 million killer bees jack-knifed today,

just east of Downtown.

And we're hearing that the hives now

have merged into what entomologists
are calling a "Super Swarm."

Fifteen million strong.

Our own Jackie Blanchard has been
following this noisy cloud. Jackie?

Dwight, I'm here in Valley Village
where the Super Swarm was last seen.

Experts have been tracking the cloud
on Doppler radar,

but it fell off just before sunset.

So, does that mean the threat is over?

No. The experts that I've spoken with

told me that these killer bees
don't fly after dark.

So, with temps dropping,

it's likely that they just bedded down
for the night.

Come in.

Okay. We've got mushroom, eggplant
and peppers, and one Denny special.

Triple pepperoni.

You know, one of these weeks,
you guys are gonna have to let us cook.

- Only if you let us do the dishes.
- Oh, sold.

Jee, Mara!
Who's gonna help me clear the table?

There's my girl.

- Mom. Mom.
- Hi.

We made a Lego racetrack.

Then we smashed it!

- Oh!
- Scourgify!

Evanesco!

Yes.

Are they speaking in tongues?

Harry Potter spells.

Chim and Mara are obsessed.

So, how did the meeting go,
with the new foster attorney?

Great. Great. She's a real powerhouse.

And she says we have a strong case
to get our foster license back.

Yep. And the magical words,
Councilwoman Ortiz have no power over her.

Well, that's great.
So, do you have a court day yet?

No. Still in the early days.

But we do have another meeting
with her on Friday.

Mmm. Baby, we might need
to push that to next week.

I don't think Gerrard's gonna be open
to me taking an hour off my shift.

Your boss is a jerk.

That's one word for what he is.

So he punishes me
for thinking on my feet...

...and then I hear him on the phone
to the Chief,

and he's taking credit for my idea.

Yep. Sounds like Gerrard.

Okay. Oh, that's great.
He's gonna love it. Put these on.

Get in position.

Okay.

I'm, uh... I'm sorry.

Did you want the red one?

Has anyone ever told you,

you're a vision in a cone?

Hey, birthday boy!

Wow, Chris, 14?

It feels like you were 13,
when, yesterday?

Hey, I miss you, buddy.

Uh-huh.

Well, I heard you got my gift,

but I, uh, got one more surprise for you.

Surprise!

Come on. Really?

Chris?

Oh, I'm sorry, honey.
I think... I think the thing froze.

Not gonna matter much anyways.

Well, I don't know, it seemed like
it went better than last time, right?

Mm-hmm. I guess.
I got a whole "Uh-huh," out of him.

Oh, well, don't give up.
He'll come around.

But look at him.
Look at him with his new friends, right?

Yeah. Who are all these kids anyway?

Um, well, a few from the pool club
that we've been going to.

And then, uh, there's Izzy and Deana
are from down the street.

The pool club?

Yeah. He loves the water so much.

You know, your dad and I are thinking
about putting in a pool of our own.

Wow. Great.

- Happy birthday to you!
- Oh, honey, they're singing. I gotta go.

- Bye.
- Wait, can you...

Happy birthday, dear Christopher.

The party
is going to be perfection.

How many RSVPs?

- Um... [clicks tongue] ...about half the list.
- What?

But these influencer types,
they're so last minute.

They'll show.

Be honest.

Am I an idiot
for spending my entire divorce settlement

launching a boutique fragrance line?

- Of course not. [titters] What?
- Thank you.

I am so glad I didn't replace you
with an AI.

Thanks?

You're right.

Tomorrow is going to be flawless.

♪ Be my little baby bumble bee ♪

♪ Buzz around, buzz around... ♪

Well, hello!

Thank you all for coming to the exclusive
debut of my new fragrance...

...Tori by Tori.

With zingy lemongrass...
...mmm, and hints of cassis,

this eau de parfum will sweep you
to the tropics and back.

Who wants the first spritz?

- Yes! [titters] Young lady.
- Oh, okay.

Whoever you are, you're in for a treat.
What's your name, sweetie?

- Sheila.
- Well, Sheila,

get ready for an instant vacay.

All it takes is one pump.

Maybe two, just for fun.

Oh, my God!

Get inside! Over there!
Run for cover!

Ma'am, can you get everyone inside?

Not everyone. My assistant, Sheila,

she jumped in the water.

They started hovering,

and then every time she comes up for air,
they sting her!

Okay, they will wait over water.

We need to get Sheila to the shallow end,
and have her stay underwater.

How is she supposed to breathe underwater?

You said you were
at a garden party, right?

Betting you have a garden hose?

Eyes up.

- We got a drowning vic somewhere to find.
- Thank God. She's over here.

- Where?
- With the rest of this.

- How long has she been down there?
- About 25 minutes.

We can't just pull her up into the swarm.
We gotta move the bees.

Smoke worked last time.

No more freelancing, Buckley.

Get inside, give out waters,
check for boo-boos.

Let the grown-ups handle this.

Sir. Yes, sir.

Here you go.

Water.

- I got stung seven times.
- God.

I am never going to another
perfume launch, okay?

- I don't care what's in the swag bag.
- Mm-hmm.

Uh, I'm sorry.
Did you say "perfume launch?"

Yeah.

Who was wearing the perfume?

Hey, guys. I think they found a loophole.

- Cap! Cap!
- Buck! Where's your bee hood?

I have an idea.
If I may, sir.

Am I gonna like it?

Well... [sighs] ...he probably won't.

So bees are attracted to floral scents,

but other smells, like banana,
make them mad.

Well, this has both.

Okay,
but why does it have to be me?

You're the fastest runner.

And you smell wonderful, by the way.

Han, if they take the bait,
you dive in ASAP.

Copy that, Cap.

Godspeed, Diaz.

Hmm.

It's uh... It's okay. You got it.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Wait, wait, wait! Not yet, not yet!

Hey, go!

Come on. We've got you.

Right here is good.

It's like she's been stung
a thousand times.

How's her airways?

As swollen as you'd expect.
We're gonna have to do a trach.

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

Do a bougie.

This much trauma,

I don't wanna cut her open
unless we have to.

She's bradycardic,
her pulse is 50s and dropping.

I'm pushing Atropine.

All this bee venom,
it's shutting down her organs.

And these stingers are releasing venom
by the second.

It'll take hours for us
to get them all out.

She'll be dead before that.

Unless we get 'em all out at once.

How would we do that?

Duct tape, they say it fixes everything.

I can't believe that worked.

Told ya. All right.

I'm inflating the cuff,
securing the airway...

O2 sat's rising.

Pulse stabilizing.

Sheila!

I am so sorry. I'm the worst boss ever.

Oh, you'd be surprised.

Buckley, what's the holdup?

Okay. Almost done, Cap! Hey, you ready?

- For what?
- For Monty.

Who's Monty?

Monty Moore, beekeeper to the stars.

Dispatch sent me.

Arms up, please. This won't hurt a bit.

Been shot before.
I'm pretty sure I can handle this.

I was talking to the bees, sir.

Look out for more.

Got 'em.

That ought to do it.

That's it?

We beat the bees.

Well, I got about one or 200,000 in here.

Great. Just 14.8 million on the loose.

Great news, Cap. Patient is stable.

We'll hit up the OR for observation,
but... we got her out in time.

You want a trophy?

Get in the rig.

Buzzkill.

I wanted you to know
that I never forgot about him.

I never forgot
about what I did that night.

Me neither.

You spent months afraid
you'd be recognized?

I spent years searching every face I saw.

Wondering was that man the one.

Was his face the last thing
that Emmett saw before he died?

You have no idea what decades
of not knowing does to a person.

Standby for open on Grid 3.

Grid 3, open up.

Get changed.

You got a flight to catch.

Thank you for coming to get me.

I appreciate you saying yes.

I assume you're wondering
why I asked for you.

Crossed my mind.

Two reasons.

First, I wanted you to hear it from me.

That I made a deal.

That I'm getting out...

and going back to my family.

And I don't know
if I still owe a debt to society.

But I know I owe one to you.

And I owe one to Emmett's Mom.

Please stop.

What? What's happening?

Looks like we're getting pulled over.

- Don't stop.
- What?

Don't stop. Don't trust this!

I mean it.

Whoever it is, they're just gonna try
and take me from you.

Prison made you paranoid, Dennis? Relax.

Call it in. Please.

No bars.

Sit tight.

Athena Grant, LAPD.

Sergeant, sorry to rush up
on you like that.

Was worried I wouldn't catch you.

Fredericks, US Attorney's Office.

Afraid I've got orders
to take custody of your prisoner.

Our office would like to depose
Mr. Jenkins before he flies off to La-La.

You don't say?

That him there?

Yeah, unless I've picked up
the wrong prisoner.

You got paperwork?

Makes me sick.

Cutting a deal with a cop-killer.

Son of a bitch should rot for life.

All right. Looks official, all right?

- Just one problem.
- Yeah?

No one sent it to me.

Well, it's hard to get reception out here.

Probably come through
when you get into town.

Well, then, I better get back
on the road with him.

My state. My jurisdiction.

My prisoner.

I signed for him.

Hey, I don't have time for this.

Like you didn't have time to put
the right state seal on that forgery?

Don't even.

Hands on your head.

Who are you?

What do you want with my prisoner?

You're not gon' tell me?

You ever seen Thelma and Louise?

Don't worry.

As soon as I get service, I'll call in
and let 'em know that you're out here.

Or maybe I wait till we get to La-La.

The second reason
I asked for you to pick me up

is because you're the only cop
I can trust.

Someone wants me dead.

They're gonna have to get in line.

I don't think anyone else
followed us here.

How many people knew
you were coming to get me?

More than two.

Well, they gonna be waiting on us
when we get off that plane.

No, they're not. We're changing flights.

Come on.

Hey, wait a minute.
You don't think this looks strange?

You happy now?

Thank you.

Come on.

To LA...
...I don't have anything.

Burbank. Long Beach. We're not picky.

I have a flight to Honolulu
with a stopover at LAX, but...

But?

It's gonna be tight. You may not make it
before the doors close.

We'll take it. And I'm checking
a firearm as well.

Said his name was Fredericks, US Attorney.

He give a first name?

He's tried to shoot me
before we got to that.

Elaine, somebody does not want this man
appearing before a Grand Jury.

And you left this Agent Fredericks
in his car's trunk?

Left on the side of the road.
I imagine he's pretty toasty by now.

Send me the location.

I'll speak to someone at Phoenix PD,

make sure they get him out and hold him
until we can figure out what's going on.

Get yourself back to LA in one piece.

Okay. I'll call you when we land.

- Who's that?
- My captain.

Hollywood glamour, eh, Captain Nash?

It's pretty hard to complain.

And yet something tells me
you'd rather not be here.

Well, I was assigned here, so I'm on duty.

The fire department run out
of fire stations?

Something like that.

So, the, uh, grips, they tell me
that you're a bit of a hero.

A sunken Ferris Wheel,
or was it a cruise ship?

Well, both actually.

So the rumors are true.

You're an LAFD legend.

I'm a civil servant, still am.

You know, De Niro...

he trained with the real Jake LaMotta
for Raging Bull.

I've-I've never actually seen it.

You're my LaMotta, Captain Nash.

I'm gonna study you tip to tail.

Why?

Because from where I'm sitting,
your job's the glamour one.

Ah.

Think I finally got all the bee guts
off the windshield.

Same with the gauges.
Oddly, I crave honey.

Think we'll have to do it
all over in 20 minutes?

Nah, the heat should
make 'em fly higher.

Maddie said dispatch
hasn't gotten a call in hours.

Okay.

Wow. Those guys ever take a hammer break?

Yeah. But only when they pick up the saw.

Buckwad.

You missed a spot.

- Uh... Where?
- There.

When you're done,

I wanna lick the bumper and taste chrome.

Yes, sir.

Wait.
Is this 'cause of my perfume idea?

No, it's because you jump chain
of command, every damn call.

You think you're something, huh?

With your tattoos
and your broody little pout.

Uh...

My-My pout, sir?

Four decades in the fire service,

you think I don't know
what insolence looks like?

Do I need to remind you
who's captain of this firehouse?

I'm shocked you haven't washed out.

You disrespectful...

...or is your skull too thick... lollygagging...

...disgrace to the uniform.

Work in progress. Do it again.

Fall in line, bucko.

So believe you me, you're gonna be in
for a world of hurt.

What the hell are you doing?

You gotta stop letting this guy
get under your skin like this, Buck.

Give out waters.
What's the matter, Buckley?

Do it again.

Want me to pat you on the back
like your daddy?

Do it again.

Whoa.

- You saved him.
- Yeah.

Maybe killed him.

- Get the leads on him.
- I'll get the LifePak.

Okay, you sit tight.

I'm gonna talk to the captain.

Make sure LAPD is at the gate for us.

Ma'am, we just began our descent.
If you could retake your seat.

I need to speak to the pilot. It's urgent.

I can't let you in there.

The phone is fine.

This is Captain Dominguez.

Captain, there's a police sergeant here
who'd like to speak to you.

All right. I was coming in, anyway.

- ...left turn 30 degrees and descend to...
- Traffic.

- Traffic. Climb. Climb.
- Pull up!

- Traffic. Traffic.
- Pulling up.

Climb. Climb.

Traffic. Traffic.
Climb. Climb.

Traffic. Traffic. Climb. Climb.