Original subtitles

CHEF (on video): ...add the bacon,

and now the trickiest part, the flip.

We wanna lift gently with soft hands...

Okay, Julio, you got this.

-Soft, gentle hands. -(dog barking)

Oh! Damn, dog.

-You're killing me, Hoss. -(dog continues barking)

Oh, come on, we gotta fix this.

Hoss, buddy, if you could please be quiet.

I'm trying to focus in here.

(barking stops)

-Thank you. -(crickets chirping)

Not bad.

(phone ringing)

-Hello. -SPEAKER (on phone): Hi.

Can I help you?

SPEAKER: Somebody's up late tonight.

(scoffs) Yeah. Whatever, creep.

(ringing)

(tense music playing)

(ringing continues)

-What? -SPEAKER: Well, that was rude.

What do you want? And why do you keep calling this number?

SPEAKER: Because you changed your cell.

I just wanted to give you a heads-up.

That so?

About what?

SPEAKER: There's something wrong with your dog.

(ominous sting)

Who the hell is this?

SPEAKER: Told you we'd find you, Julio.

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

(tense, ominous music playing)

Who's trying to kill you?

I don't know, man. Some guys.

They're trying to break in right now.

I understand. Can you tell me where you are?

Uh, 1812 Mill Road out in Driftwood.

Is this Esteban Garcia?

No, he's a friend of the family.

I'm watching his house while he's out of town.

My name's Julio.

Okay, Julio, I'm dispatching APD,

but you're pretty far on the outskirts,

so it's gonna take 'em a minute.

-Tell me what's going on. -JULIO: I don't know.

I was just cooking and some guy called,

and then some dude showed up.

One at the front and one at the back door.

-WYATT HARRIS: So there's two of 'em? -Yeah, man.

I think they killed my dog.

-(lights click) -(dramatic music playing)

-They just cut the power. -(glass shatters)

They're getting in, man. How far are the cops?

Still a few minutes. Do you know if there's a locked room you can get to?

No, man, not without going through one of 'em.

WYATT: Okay, I need you to get down and out of sight.

Do you know if there are any firearms in the house?

Anything you can use as a weapon?

(items clattering)

-No, man! -You said you were cooking.

What were you cooking?

Uh, yeah, an omelet.

WYATT: So, you've got a frying pan?

-(doors banging) -Good call. Yeah, I got it.

What's closer, the front or the back door?

-Back door. -WYATT: Start making your way over there.

Hit him with everything you got.

Okay.

Julio... good luck.

Thanks, man. (pants)

(banging continues)

(grease sizzling in pan)

(loud bang, chain rattles)

-(hot grease sizzles) -(groaning)

MASKED INTRUDER: Hey, hey!

(masked intruder screaming)

-(grunts) -(pan thumps)

(Julio panting)

(tense, ominous music playing)

WYATT (on phone): Julio, what happened? Talk to me.

(panting) I did it! I made it out.

They're both still inside.

Thank God.

Alright, well, the police

-should be there soon. -(Julio panting)

Just get as far away as you can, okay?

Thank you, bro. Thank you.

You saved my life, man.

You know, I-I never got your--

-(knife stabs) -(groans, gasping)

WYATT: Got what?

Julio, you there?

-(Julio groaning) -WYATT: Julio?

Julio, what was that?

Julio!

(theme music plays)

TK STRAND: One more time. Come on. Yeah. Down low.

-Oh! Too slow. I got you. -(Jonah and Sofia giggle)

One more time.

-Ah. Down low. -(door buzzes)

-Ouch. -TK.

(indistinct chatter)

-TK: Hey, Enzo. -Hey, kiddo.

-Hi, Jo-Jo! -Daddy!

Oh, I have missed you so much. Come here. (kisses)

Daddy's gonna read you lots of stories today.

So why don't you go pick a good one, hmm?

-Sofia, would you mind? -Of course.

-(Sofia chuckles) -Yeah.

SOFIA: This way, yeah. This way.

(Sofia chuckles)

ENZO DE LA COSTA: Hey.

(TK sighs)

What the hell happened, Enzo?

There was this start-up.

Top sheet was brilliant.

They could desalinate without environmental waste.

Bring fresh water to the thirstiest regions on the planet.

I went all in, poured in billions.

Turned out the tech was bogus.

-Sorry. -ENZO: Yeah.

And thousands of my employees

were gonna lose their jobs because of it.

So I started moving money

from my other companies to hide the losses and then...

It all came tumbling down.

(sighs) You know, the feds are saying

you're looking at some serious time.

We'll see.

-(TK sighs) -Listen.

I need you to call my business manager, Harlo.

Tell him to wire 2.6 million Swiss Francs

to L'Ecole Alpin Beau.

-Why? -ENZO: Don't worry. It's nothing illegal.

What is it for, Enzo?

Your brother.

It's the best boarding school in Switzerland.

That should cover him until he's 18.

But we need to move straight away

before the government tries to seize more of my assets.

You wanna put Jonah in a boarding school?

Well, don't make it sound like it's a dirty word.

I went there along with half the royals in Europe.

Yeah, but look at him.

(Jonah happily chattering)

Don't worry.

Sofia will travel with him, help him get acclimated.

They have a world-class facility.

He won't lack for anything.

Who's gonna hug him?

(doorbell dings)

-Hey, cowboy. -Oh.

-Ma'am. -(chuckles) Come on in.

Meal train delivery.

Got your chicken enchiladas and cacao brownies.

Oh, wow. Thank you. This looks amazing!

Oh, my girls are gonna love this.

Well, just preheat the oven to 350.

And, uh, don't forget to give me a good review on the app,

or Nancy's gonna kill me.

Will do.

You know, Owen, I'm really liking

this whole Western look on you.

Oh. Well, thank you.

I'm just headed out to the stable to take care of Thunder.

Oh, hey, have a seat. How's that going?

Well, he's not trying to kill me anymore,

-so that's progress. -(Tommy chuckles)

But the real question is, how are you doing?

Um, a lot more like myself since the surgery.

And just in time for the next round of torture.

What's the plan for you?

Uh, it's an experimental treatment

but they're saying that it's-it's, uh,

97.8% efficacy, so...

-I love those odds. -TOMMY VEGA: I do too. Yeah.

And much better than the traditional treatment

for my kind of cancer was coming in at under 50, so...

So when does the fun start?

We start tomorrow. First round of chemo.

I'll be honest, I am not looking forward to it.

Uh, if I got through it, you can get through it.

But bring a blanket. Those rooms are so cold.

Yeah. No, it's not the temperature I'm worried about.

It's, it's breaking my streak.

-Your streak? -TOMMY: Yeah.

I haven't thrown up since I was pregnant with the girls.

-Come on. -Oh, yes.

No, I do not like to throw up. No.

I mean, as crazy as it sounds,

when I first heard I got cancer,

it wasn't thoughts of my own mortality.

No, it was, it was that...

that warm spit that wells up just before you--

Yeah. Uh-huh.

Is it, uh, as bad as I think it is?

No. It's worse.

Lovely.

But here's what you're probably not thinking about.

Every time you go in for chemotherapy,

you come out a different person, a stronger person.

And one more piece of advice?

Please.

Embrace the surrender.

Yeah. I'm the one that went to work the day after her lumpectomy.

So, you know, surrender isn't part of my vocabulary.

Of course. I forgot who I was talking to.

-(Tommy chuckles) -(cell phone ringing)

Oh, just, uh, one sec. It's the clinic.

Hello? Yes, this is she.

What? No.

Uh-- How is that possible?

Okay... (sighs) then when can I start?

Well, then, I will see you in a week.

OWEN STRAND: What was that?

She said that my insurance rejected my chemo treatment.

Right before you start?

Well, it turns out that the AFD

doesn't cover experimental treatments.

So they have now switched me over to the traditional.

They can't do that.

Oh, apparently they can.

Yeah. One, one phone call

and, uh, my chances just dropped

from a hundred to 50/50.

(solemn music plays)

(groans, sighs)

-TK: Morning, babe. -What are you doing up?

We finally have the same day off.

I thought we were gonna try to sleep in.

I tried.

There's coffee. What time did you get in last night?

(grunts) Late.

(sighs)

I had to run security detail for the lieutenant governor.

TK: Hmm.

What are you working on so hard?

It's an adoption attorney.

Why would we need an adoption attorney?

Well, Enzo's going to prison,

and it sounds like for a very long time.

Did he ask you to take Jonah?

No.

But he wants to send him to some boarding school

outside of Geneva.

Oh, wow. Okay.

TK: No, it's-it's not okay.

And I don't care how fancy the place is.

It's, it's not right for him to be raised by some institution.

Well, I don't think it's your choice. It's Enzo's.

What if he did ask us to take him?

But he didn't.

Okay, what if I asked him?

Well, I would hope you'd ask me first.

And what would you say?

That we'd be out of our depth.

(tense, solemn music playing)

Do you have any idea how to take care of a toddler?

Or how we'd manage watching him

when you're on a 24-hour shift and I'm on a case?

-We'd figure it out. -So that's a no.

Look, people figure this stuff out.

Judd is practically raising a 3-year-old on his own,

and he's making it work.

Yeah, he has a lot of family to pick up the slack.

Yeah, and so do we, Carlos.

Can you please stop pretending this is about logistics

and tell me what's really bothering you?

You know, ever since we started therapy,

I've been working on being more present as a husband.

-Okay. -Especially when it comes to managing the stuff with my dad.

TK: Oh.

Alright. I get it.

-Get what? -What all of this is about.

You know, I swear, sometimes it feels

like there's three people in this marriage.

You, me, and my father?

No, you, me, and your father's killer.

And it will always be that way until I catch him.

I'm sorry. I just don't have the bandwidth to be a dad right now.

Yeah, but I do, Carlos.

And I am done living my life on pause.

(phone ringing)

(TK sighs)

-It's work. -Shocker.

(ringing continues)

Reyes.

Yes, sir, I understand.

Look, I'm sorry.

-I'm gonna have to-- -Bye.

♪♪

-(indistinct chatter) -(telephone ringing)

RECEPTIONIST: Mayor Stanton's office. Please hold.

-(telephone ringing) -Mayor's office.

Mayor Stanton's office. How can I help you?

Captain Strand, he'll see you now.

But I have to warn you, he's got a public works meeting in five.

This shouldn't take long.

-(telephone ringing) -Mayor Stanton's office.

Uh, Captain Strand. What an honor.

Mr. Mayor, thank you for seeing me.

Ha. Are you kidding?

After all you've done for this city?

You saved us from a toxic cloud, for Pete's sake.

(scoffs) Wasn't just me. It was my team.

So, what can I do for you?

I was hoping you could do something for my counterpart at the 126.

Captain Tommy Vega. Do you know her?

I can't say I've had the pleasure,

but her reputation precedes her.

Well, she's been diagnosed with breast cancer.

Oh. That's terrible.

I'll be adding her to my prayers.

And the AFD's insurance policy

has stopped her chemotherapy.

It's an experimental treatment with a 97% success rate.

Hmm. 'Cause the plan doesn't cover experimental drugs.

Well, I'm confident with a call from you,

they'd make an exception.

Well, I'd love to, truly.

But the problem is, if we make an exception for Captain Vega,

we have to make one for everyone who finds themselves

in her unfortunate situation.

Would that be a bad thing?

It's not a question of good or bad, Captain.

The city has contracts with 150 other labor unions,

and the money just isn't there.

And anyway, we just, uh, locked our city's annual budget.

City council is ratifying it tomorrow.

So that's it, then?

I'm afraid it's a lost cause.

Right.

CHIEF BRIDGES: APD just notified us

that Julio Cruz was murdered.

We believe it was gang-related.

Apparently, a team of hitters found him hiding out.

They killed his dog, stabbed him,

and then cut his tongue out.

-Oh. -Yeah.

Chief, without Julio's testimony,

our whole case against the Rolling Nines falls apart.

Well, I imagine that was the idea

taking him out three days before the trial.

But how did they find him if he was hiding off-grid?

Ah, who knows?

Maybe he just told the wrong person where he was staying.

Damn. I can't believe after all that

the Nines are gonna skate again.

-(tense, curious music playing) -(Bridges sighs)

Again?

Chief, what does he mean "again"?

Uh, can I have the room, please?

You stay.

(Rangers quietly chattering)

(Bridges sighs)

-(indistinct office chatter) -(phones ringing)

Alright. Uh, about a year and a half ago,

we were on the verge of taking the Nines down.

Your father had developed a high-level source inside the gang.

A money launderer who kept all the books.

How come I've never heard of this?

BRIDGES: Well, for a couple of reasons.

The first being is the operation was sealed.

The only people fully read in were Ranger Campbell here,

myself, and your father.

So who was he, the source?

A fellow named Nestor Grimes.

-Where is he now? -BRIDGES: Huh. Who knows?

Just like he, pfft, fell off the face of the earth.

Our best guess is they figured out

he was working with us and took him out.

This guy?

Yep. That's him.

What did my father think happened?

Well, he never got a chance to say.

He was murdered two days after Nestor disappeared.

(dramatic sting)

What?

The timing of that didn't strike you as suspicious?

Yeah, yeah, of course, it did.

But like I told you at the funeral,

your dad had a lot of enemies.

Now, we did check into it

and we couldn't find any evidence that they were behind it.

Besides, the Nines wouldn't be crazy enough to kill a Ranger.

They're a transnational gang responsible for murders

in a dozen countries.

If they discovered they had a snitch,

maybe they killed his handler as payback.

Well, that's an intriguing theory,

but without facts, that's all it is, a theory.

Right. So, so let's go get some.

We solve Julio's murder,

there's a chance that the same people

that killed him killed my father.

Which brings me to the second reason

I never told you.

The last time you thought

you were going after your daddy's killer,

you wound up putting a gun

upside the head of an undercover agent.

You didn't hear that.

Now I can't have you going off

like some half-cocked vigilante again.

You understand that?

It's true. I almost made the biggest mistake of my life,

but I didn't.

Thanks to you, Chief.

I give you my word. I'll keep myself in check.

And you and I both know that's probably a check

you won't be able to cash.

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

BRIDGES: You think I'd be foolish enough to even try?

Campbell here will work it with you to keep an eye on you.

Thank you.

BRIDGES: Well, don't get too excited yet.

I'm not gonna take you off the case,

but there's somebody else who's damn sure gonna try.

-Who? -Well, the case is now under the jurisdiction of the APD

and the detective in charge is one territorial hard-ass.

He ain't gonna let us near his investigation

unless we bring something concrete to add to the party.

You know, that son of a bitch won't even cough up the 9-1-1 call.

Alright, then why'd you call us on our day off?

To go get me somethin' concrete.

Without access to the crime scene?

-Yeah. -You said there was a 9-1-1 call?

Yeah. Uh, apparently the boy died on the phone with the dispatcher.

Well, maybe I can help with that.

(indistinct chatter)

(sighs)

(cell phone buzzing)

-Hello? -CARLOS REYES (on phone): Wyatt.

-This is Carlos Reyes. -Yeah. Hey, Carlos.

CARLOS: Are you working today by any chance?

Uh, yeah. Yeah. Why?

CARLOS: It's funny. I don't see you.

Well, I'm in the break room. Are you--

-Hey. -Hey.

Wyatt, this is Ranger Sam Campbell.

Ranger Campbell, this is Wyatt.

He's the dispatcher that helped us crack the armored car heists.

Oh. Right on. Nice to meet you.

So, uh, what's going on?

A 9-1-1 call came in last night from a homicide victim.

Julio Cruz.

We'd like to listen to that call.

Uh, I would, but APD told my supervisor

that any requests need to go through them.

Kid, it's not like we're conducting an illegal search here.

I get it, but protocol is protocol.

He's your first one, I'm guessing.

What?

Person you've lost on a call.

You were the dispatcher, weren't you?

How did you know that?

By the look in your eyes.

(somber music playing)

I know how you feel.

How you keep questioning yourself.

Yeah.

All you wanna do is just take it back.

But you can't.

Now all you can do is make it right.

WYATT (on tape): 9-1-1. What's your emergency?

JULIO (on tape): Some people are trying to kill me.

WYATT: Who's trying to kill you?

JULIO: I don't know, man. Some guys.

They're trying to break in right now.

WYATT: Do you know if there are any firearms in the house?

Anything you can use as a weapon?

JULIO: No, man!

WYATT: You said you were cooking.

What were you cooking?

JULIO: Uh, yeah. An omelet.

WYATT: So, you've got a frying pan?

JULIO: Good call. Yeah. Got it.

WYATT: What's closer, the front or the back door?

-JULIO: Back door. -WYATT: Start making your way over there.

-Hit him with everything you got. -JULIO: Okay.

WYATT: Julio... good luck.

JULIO: Thanks, man.

-(pan thuds) -(masked intruder screams)

MASKED INTRUDER (on tape): Hey, hey!

Wait. Stop.

-Play it back. -(tape rewinding)

JULIO (on tape): Thanks, man.

-(pan thuds) -(masked intruder screams)

MASKED INTRUDER: Hey, hey!

Do you hear that, the scream?

Roll it back again.

-(masked intruder screams) -(tape rewinds)

MASKED INTRUDER: Hey, hey!

The guy screaming, "Hey"?

CARLOS: Not "Hey."

"HeyHey."

I'll be damned, Reyes, you're right.

Alright, everybody gather 'round.

So, the powers that be have decided

to deny Captain Vega her chemotherapy treatment.

-What? -What the hell? Why would they do that?

Because it costs $150,000,

and they say they don't have the money.

So, we're gonna help them find it.

And how do we do that?

By going through the city's budget, page by page.

We're gonna look for every line of waste,

graft, or mismanagement we can find.

All 900 pages of it.

And how long do we have?

One shift.

So let's get it done.

("This Is a Game" by Nick Waterhouse playing)

For the next 24 hours, there will be no sleeping.

There are no chores on the chore chart.

If you're not on a call, I don't care what you're doing,

your eyes are on this.

So, find something,

put it up on the board.

Let's get this done for Captain Vega.

Hell, yeah.

What do you make of this?

Put it up.

So, city hall's spending $800 a month

just on coffee beans from Tanzania.

Yeah, that's not nearly enough,

but in fairness, their coffee's amazing.

♪ This is a game

You feeling okay?

Yeah, just got a little case of the cruds, that's all.

Try green juice. It'll flush it out of you.

-(toilet flushes) -♪ Get what you think you deserve ♪

I got it! Checkmate, baby.

We spent $460,000 on Christmas decorations.

It says $64,000.

Ugh! Stupid dyslexia.

Still, $64,000 is not nothing.

Marj, the frittata.

("This Is a Game" continues)

Six figures, hiding in plain sight.

Good. It's a double. We need a home run.

Okay.

Thanks, Marj. Oh, my God! Marj!

Look at this.

-You have to show Cap. -Hey, Cap!

♪ What you deck stack

♪ Get taken back

♪ And the turned up sleeves

We got ourselves a ball game!

-PAUL STRICKLAND: Mm! -(song ends)

Well, if it hits, the boilermakers are on me, yeah?

Hey, Sal, I gotta go.

Oh, good. Rangers.

Detective McGregor.

I don't know if you remember me, sir.

We worked on the stolen kidney ring together.

You've moved up in the world, Reyes.

If wearing two belt buckles is your thing.

-Who's your friend? -This is Ranger Campbell.

We're here for the Julio Cruz homicide.

What about it?

We'd like to tag in to the investigation.

Take it over you mean.

I know how you cowboys roll.

APD's doin' just fine.

Unless you, uh, you got something with protein to throw in the pot.

How about a suspect?

Elias Witt.

What makes you think he's good for it?

He's a foot soldier with the Rolling Nines.

Oh, well, that narrows it down to about 11,000 people

who'd want Julio dead.

But only one who goes by the street name "HeyHey."

(dramatic music playing)

We know from the 9-1-1 call that the victim struck

one of the assailants and he screamed "HeyHey" at the other.

Meaning our boy HeyHey likely took some damage from a frying pan.

How the hell did you get access to the 9-1-1 call on my case?

-Confidential informant. -Unbelievable.

You Rangers really do think you're God's gift, don't ya?

Okay, well, let's see how good you really are.

This is from the scene where Julio struck his assailant

with said frying pan.

Tell me what you see.

Well, there's some blood splatter on the wall there.

-Yep. -That's cooking grease.

-(grease sizzles) -(screaming)

How about this stain on the rug?

That's coffee. Anything else?

Warmer. Warmer.

Is that a tooth?

-(pan thuds) -(grunts)

And with almost no hints.

-(McGregor chuckles) -You check it for DNA?

What a brilliant suggestion, Ranger.

I'm so grateful for your collaboration.

It's at the lab now, waiting on test results.

Meantime, how'd you boys like to take a drive

and see if your friend HeyHey is missing his left incisor?

Very much.

RECEPTIONIST: Mayor Stanton's office. Please hold.

Just tell the mayor I need two minutes, that's all.

As I told you before,

his office is saying he's too busy today. I'm sorry.

...and they need you in hair and makeup by 6:15.

Mr. Mayor, I was hoping to continue our conversation

about my colleague, Tommy Vega.

There is no conversation to continue, Captain.

Actually, there is.

I found some things in the city budget

that I wanted to call to your attention.

It's a done deal, Captain.

We have a town hall meeting in two hours to approve it.

Now, I am sorry, but as I said, it's a lost cause.

-Is the car here yet? -LESLIE: Should be pulling up now.

Alright, ma'am, my name's Wyatt.

I'm gonna get you help right away.

Can you tell me your address?

CALLER (on phone): 6179 Duncan Drive.

Tell 'em to hurry. I need the police now!

Okay. Ma'am, actually, those are the police.

-CALLER: What? -There's a major law enforcement operation in progress,

so I need you to lock your doors and shelter in place.

DNA came back from the murder scene of Julio Cruz

as a match to Elias Witt, street name HeyHey.

My new Ranger buddies and I, we did some recon

to confirm that he'll be the one with the new gap in his smile.

We observed at least five other affiliated individuals

in the residence, but there could be more.

Consider them armed and extremely dangerous.

We've raided Rolling Nine houses in the past.

There's always a surprise waitin'.

We'll have paramedics standing by.

Captain, anything you wanna say?

God forbid anyone gets hurt, call it out.

We'll be in there the second the scene is secure.

Alright, let's go have some fun.

-(glass shatters) -(flash grenade blasts)

-Oh! -OFFICER 1: Freeze!

Police! Search warrant!

OFFICER 2: Get down on the ground!

(indistinct yelling)

OFFICER 3: Hands behind your back!

-No, man, don't move! -(indistinct yelling)

Police! Put your hands up now!

-ELIAS WITT: What's this about, man?! -The murder of Julio Cruz!

-OFFICER: Lemme see your hands! -(Elias grunts)

(indistinct yelling)

-Gun! Gun! Gun! -Suspect fled upstairs with a gun!

(Elias panting, grunting)

(tense, dramatic music playing)

(yelling from below)

(tense, dramatic music continues)

Gotcha.

♪♪

-(gunshots) -(Elias grunts)

SAM CAMPBELL: I'm hit! (grunts)

-CARLOS: Sam! -CAMPBELL: I got him! He's down.

Behind the couch. Check him.

(indistinct chatter from below)

♪♪

(Carlos panting)

I need EMS! Officer down in the back den. Officer down!

(groaning)

Move, move, move.

(winces) How bad we think?

(Campbell panting, grunting)

I think you're a lucky man.

Dispatch, tell EMS officer was just grazed.

-And scene is secure. -WYATT (on radio): Copy that.

Will do. Glad to hear it, Ranger.

And, Wyatt, what you did for Julio, you made it right.

Yeah, we all did.

(indistinct radio chatter)

-(sirens blaring) -(helicopter whirring)

I suppose that's one form of justice.

Cover him up.

How you feeling, Ranger?

You know, not much of anything now,

thanks to about 50 milligrams of morphine.

(chuckles) More like five. 50, and you'd be in a coma.

Well, I'm glad you're the one in charge.

Thank y'all both for taking care of me.

You're welcome.

(awkward music playing)

TK, how are his vitals?

Um, 132 over 65, 100 BPM.

CAMPBELL: Ooh, that's not bad, right?

-No, that's not bad. -That's not bad.

You want me to just patch you up right here?

You wouldn't mind doing that?

Nah. It'll save you a trip to the hospital.

Oh, I appreciate that, Captain.

Captain, may I have a word with your paramedic?

I feel like that's a question for your husband.

CARLOS: TK...

♪♪

Yeah.

CARLOS: How are you doing?

(solemn music playing)

I'm not the one that was just in a shootout.

-How are you? -I'm fine.

Hey, I don't like how we left things back at the loft.

You're the one that left, Carlos.

And I'm not gonna back down, okay? That's my little brother.

(faint creaking)

Carlos?

(tense, eerie music playing)

(blood dripping)

Detective McGregor.

The attic's bleeding.

♪♪

(flies buzzing)

Police! Come out with your hands up!

(flies buzzing)

(tense, eerie music continues)

(flies buzzing)

♪♪

McGregor.

-(ragged breathing) -Sir. Hey.

We need paramedics up here now!

Sir, can you hear me? We're gonna get you help, okay?

Hey. Sir.

MCGREGOR: Who the hell is that?

Nestor Grimes.

He's my dad's missing CI.

-CAMPBELL: Hey, Chief. -BRIDGES: Hey.

How's that shoulder?

Uh, it's a little sore, but I'm fine.

Any word on Nestor?

-Still in surgery. -BRIDGES: Gotcha.

-How about from Detective McGregor? -Yeah. Yeah.

Two of those Rolling Nines y'all picked up already confessed.

So they're good for Julio's murder.

What about my father's?

Uh, no.

None of them know anything about your daddy.

Hey, Doc, what do you got?

Mr. Grimes is out of surgery.

Is he awake?

No. He's still coming out of anesthesia,

but I'm afraid he's lost a lot of blood.

He's on the verge of organ failure.

Are you saying he may not wake up?

That's right.

Ah. Well, we'd sure appreciate it

if you'd let us know if he does.

Well, at this point, dying might be a mercy.

I can't believe those sons of bitches

left him in chains for over a year.

Yeah, me neither.

But, uh, he was their money guy.

Probably knew where all the dirty cash was

and couldn't afford to kill him.

(Carlos sighs)

This doesn't make sense.

We finally found the person who might give me

some answers about my father...

only to lose him.

Ah, he's not lost yet. You gotta keep the faith.

(cell phone ringing)

Oh, my better half. Um, I'll be right back.

Hey, speaking of,

how come you didn't introduce me to your husband?

That was him, right?

That good-looking paramedic back at the house.

Was it TK?

Sorry. I would have, but...

(sighs)

We're in the middle of a thing.

No worries.

He wants to adopt his little brother.

Which is noble.

He's three. Sweet.

He's adorable.

CAMPBELL: But?

I'm not ready.

Too much unfinished business.

(sighs)

Yeah. Everybody always says having kids

is the best thing in the world.

-It's not true? -Oh, it definitely is.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have four of 'em.

You have four kids?

(laughs) Yeah, man.

You'd be surprised what you don't know about me.

Thing about kids, though... (sighs)

Boy, they take every bit of you that's not nailed down.

So anything that's left undone

is probably gonna stay undone.

Today marks an historic achievement.

After the city council ratifies this budget,

we will restore Austin to solvency,

just as I promised when I ran for office.

-What is happening? -We object.

(scoffs, chuckles)

You object?

Captain Strand, this is neither a wedding

nor a legal proceeding.

There is nothing to object to.

We object to the treatment of Captain Tommy Vega,

who has been denied life-saving chemotherapy

because it is not covered in our health care.

Captain Vega has served this city for over two decades

and is responsible for saving countless lives.

So we're just here to make sure you guys

step it up and save hers.

And our hearts go out to Captain Vega.

But as I said to Captain Strand--

Yes, I know, it's a lost cause,

but oftentimes those are the ones worth fighting for.

Well, I'm sorry, but my team has been crunching

the numbers for months.

And so has my team.

There are some things in the city budget

that I think your constituents would love to hear you explain.

Captain Strand, now is not the time for this.

Nancy, you wanna, you wanna lead us off?

Mr. Mayor, your proposal is 904 pages,

and you printed 50 copies for a room

full of people that have computers.

Multiply that by 36 city council meetings a year

and that's well over a million pages.

Yeah, not very green of you, sir.

MATEO CHAVEZ: Tree killer! (coughs)

NANCY GILLIAN: Throw in premium toner,

and that's almost 100 grand,

which could go a long way in helping pay

for Captain Vega's treatment.

Yeah. One treatment for one city employee.

I've got 16,000 of 'em.

(scoffs) Now we will start digitizing

our files immediately.

You have my word.

But 100K is a drop in the bucket.

Well, uh, Paul, do you wanna talk about the MRAPs?

Hey, yeah, I wanna talk about MRAPs.

Excuse me. Can you tell us what an MRAP is?

An MRAP is a Mine-Resistant Ambush Protected vehicle.

It's basically a tank ordered on behalf of the AISD.

They bought a tank for the school district?

Not a tank. Tanks.

Three of 'em.

-At a million a pop. -(crowd murmuring)

OWEN: So you're out of money?

Is that still your official position?

Listen, if you think you can come in here

and play gotcha in front of the whole town,

you got another thing comin'.

Yeah, it's not just the town.

I'm also live-streaming this to my 5.2 million followers.

MAYOR ADAM STANTON: Alright. Alright. Someone get the cops in here.

You are obstructing and impeding

an official proceeding, Captain Strand.

You are walking your team into a perilous corner,

and I suggest you walk them back out again while you still can.

Captain Strand, this is your last chance.

Your team will vacate this hall immediately,

or you will be arrested and you will all be fired.

So, Captain, what's it gonna be?

(intense dramatic music playing)

Respectfully, Mr. Mayor...

-you can kiss my ass. -(crowd gasps)

Mom, you have to see this!

Oh, no, not right now, girls. I'm in the middle of something.

No. Look. Like, millions of people are watching this right now.

(indistinct chatter on phone)

STANTON (on phone): Officers, take these people to jail.

Oh, no.

-(quiet chatter) -(doors open)

Alright, here we go.

If anyone wants to leave, now's the time.

No way. Let's do it for Cap.

-For Cap. -Till the end.

(crowd murmuring)

Captain Strand, I'm Sergeant Lin.

Do what you have to do, Sergeant.

LIN: With your permission,

we'd like to stand in solidarity with you

on behalf of Captain Vega.

It's an honor to have you.

(upbeat rock music playing)

They got themselves into a mess now.

MARJAN MARWANI: Hmm. Not just them.

Why does it feel like I'm watching a jury debate someone's life?

-You are. -God, I wish I could read lips.

I got you. She's saying "We should set the precedent,"

or, "We should kill the president."

Alright. Moment of truth.

Well, nothing makes for good TV like a little bit of drama.

Am I right, folks? (chuckles)

So, from my first days on the campaign,

I have been a fierce advocate for our first responders.

And in light of the passion

that our heroes have shown here today...

the city has agreed to create a special fund

to cover the treatment of Captain Vega.

(cheering and applause)

SPEAKER: No deal!

No deal.

Excuse me. Who are you?

I'm Captain Vega.

And I appreciate your proposal...

but I can't accept it.

Not until comprehensive treatment

is covered for every single first responder in this city.

What do you say, Mr. Mayor? You're a fierce advocate.

♪♪

(council quietly chattering)

We will take another look at the budget

and find a way to make it work.

(cheering and applause)

What was all that about embracing surrender?

Mm... Surrender is not in my vocabulary either.

(both laughing)

(indistinct chatter)

-Is Nestor awake? -For the moment.

But I'm afraid he doesn't have much time.

Well, we best get in there then.

Mr. Grimes said there's only one person he's willing to speak to.

-Who? -Is one of you Gabriel Reyes?

(monitor beeping)

(labored breathing)

Nestor.

Nestor.

I'm Ranger Reyes.

I don't talk to pigs.

Only Gabriel.

Gabriel's dead.

(beeping intensifies)

But you get the next best thing.

I'm his son, Carlos.

You're lying.

I'm not.

He was murdered last year,

two days after you disappeared.

NESTOR GRIMES: I see it now.

The eyes.

He talked about you.

So proud.

(grunts)

He was a cop...

but he was my friend.

He was mine too.

(Nestor breathing deeply)

I believe what happened to you could be connected

to what happened to him.

You agree?

-Nestor. Hey. Stay with me. -Fi... Fi...

-Wh-what are you trying to say? -Five...

The five...

the five...

The five?

What's the five?

The five CIs.

(weakly) Five snitches.

(breathes deeply) From different Ranger cases...

all got burned.

Got burned? What...?

You mean somebody sold them out?

You mean like... a ranger?

He told me, "Be careful."

He worried I might be next.

He was right.

Did he tell you anybody to watch out for?

Did he give you a name?

Did he give you a name?

-(monitor beeping rapidly) -Nestor?

Can I get a nurse here?!

Nestor, did he give you a name? Nestor?

Code blue!

(indistinct voices echoing)

Nestor, did he give you a name?

(screams) Can I get a nurse here now?!

(somber music playing)

Are you okay, son?

Nestor's dead.

CAMPBELL: Oh! (sighs)

Damn.

Did he give you anything?

(monitor beeping rapidly)

(straining) Ranger Campbell.

(dramatic music plays)

No.

(country rock theme music playing)

♪♪

(fanfare playing)