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(clock ticking)

(door opens)

(group sighing)

I see the firing squad
is assembled.

I imagine this room
brings back bad memories
for you.

As I recall,
the last time we were here,

I had to suspend you for
assaulting a superior officer.

And now I'm here
because I told the mayor

to kiss my ass on live TV.

(scoffs) Not just TV.

Your firefighter streamed it
to five million followers.

It was truly outrageous.

Captain,
you need to understand

that this is
a highly sensitive matter.

Well, what's sensitive
is denying Captain Vega

life-saving treatment.

Yeah, we are not here
to debate that.

No, just to
mete out punishment.

Let me be clear.

I will not apologize
for standing up

for my first responders.

And if any of you
had any guts,

you'd be with me
on this side of the table.

(curious music playing)

Why does she have
an NYFD patch?

Why do you have
an NYFD patch?

Because I'm NYFD.

As I was saying, Captain,
this is a sensitive matter.

Wh-what's going on here?

(clears throat)
Captain Strand,

my name
is Krista Triola.

I'm a liaison from the New York
Fire Commissioner's office.

Triola? Yeah, I, I worked
with a Vinny Triola.

Vinny was my father.

We all saw what you did,
standing up

for your brothers
and sisters down here.

That's the kind of fight we need
from our next fire chief.

Your next fire chief?
What about
Chief Provenzano?

He hasn't announced it yet,
but he's retiring next month.

Which is why I'm here.

Captain Strand,
we want you to come home

to become the next fire chief
of New York City.

(theme music plays)

(doorbell dings)

(crickets chirping)

(gun cocks, shot fires)

Your dad,
he told me, "Be careful."

(monitors beeping)

He worried I might be next.

Did he give you a name?

(straining) Ranger Campbell.

(dramatic music plays)

-(knock on window)
-SAM CAMPBELL: Reyes.

CARLOS REYES: What?

(chuckles) Easy, man.

I was gonna grab
a bite before shift.

You wanna come with?

No. No, I have a...
a busy morning.

Want me to bring you
a breakfast burrito
or something?

No, I'm fine. Yeah.

Hey, you good, man?

Yeah, I said I'm fine.

Alright. Hey, text me
if you change your mind.

(dramatic music playing)

(truck engine revving)

(tires screech)

(Bridges muttering)

CARLOS: Chief,
you have a moment?

Whoa! Oh. (chuckles)

Goodness gracious, son.

You were trained better than
to sneak up on a Ranger.

Sorry, but I just
need to talk to you.

Well, can it wait?
I haven't even had
my first cup of coffee.

No. I'm afraid it can't.

This is Gus "Big Red" Barnes,
our confidential informant

against
the Lucifer Motorcycle Club.

Yeah, found him
with his throat slashed,
as I recall.

Marcos Garza,
our CI against La Eme,
his tongue cut out.

Vladimir Pzurov
of the Russian mob

found with a rat in his mouth.

DeShawn Watkins of the Bloods,
two in the back of the head.

Jacob Johns, Dixie mafia,
same thing.

So you're saying a Ranger
sold out the identities
of all these CIs

to the very people
they were snitching on?

It wasn't me who said it.
It was Nestor Grimes.

Before he died, he told me
my father warned him

a Ranger was exposing our CIs.

CHIEF BRIDGES: What?

How come you didn't say
anything at the hospital?

Because my father told him...

it was Ranger Campbell.

Sam Campbell?

The guy who's been
my right hand

for the last seven years

and a military hero to boot,
that Sam Campbell?

-(tense music playing)
-Yes.

You're off your rocker.

Nestor Grimes was a liar
and a criminal.

We can't trust his word,
even on his damn deathbed.

I'm not suggesting we do.

All these CI's names were listed
on investigation platforms.

That's correct. Yeah.

If I'm right,
Campbell will have logged in

to view classified details
of each case,

even ones he had
no official reason to.

Just before
each of these CIs died.

Do you realize
that you're accusing him

of betraying every principle
that Ranger Star stands for?

Do you understand that?

Yeah, I plan to accuse him
of a lot more than that.

I think my father
figured out it was him,

and Campbell...

Campbell killed him for it.

(Bridges clears throat)

(chuckles) Oh, gee...

(thumping dashboard)

(sighs) Alright.

Alright. I'll look into it.

Alright, well,
you better get in there

a few minutes ahead of me.

And, and, Reyes... (sighs)

for goodness sake,
work on that poker face.

(exhales) Yes, sir.

(tense music intensifies)

-(indistinct chatter on PA)
-(monitors beeping)

NURSE: Okay.
The drip looks good.

Let me know
if you need anything.

Will do. Thank you.

NANCY GILLIAN:
How are you feeling, Tommy?

Are you warm enough?

Uh, no, good. I'm good.

'Cause I'm a little chilly.

-Are you chilly?
-TK STRAND: Hmm. Yeah.

Are you sure
you're not chilly, Cap?

-I'm sure.
-TK: Okay.

Well, you want some,
some more ginger chews?

I'm, I'm good with ginger chews.

How about some green olives?

Green olives?

Yeah. They're seedless.

The oils are good
for mouth sores.

I read that a lot of people
develop mouth sores

with different
chemo treatments.

My dad had
mouth sores for days.

Can we talk about something
other than mouth sores?

-Of course.
-Yeah.

-(Nancy chuckles)
-Sure.

(awkward music playing)

(chuckles awkwardly)

♪♪

What do you guys
wanna talk about?

I don't know. Um...

What's the latest
with your stepdad?

(music stops)

Uh, Enzo. Um...

Well, he's still in lockup.

Um, he had
his first arraignment,

and he's gonna get
extradited back to New York

sometime next month.

I'm so sorry.

Well, what about
your little brother?

Jonah?

Yeah, he's still
hanging in there.

-NANCY: Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

-Have I shown you guys this one?
-NANCY: Oh, yeah?

(Tommy and Nancy laugh)

-TOMMY VEGA: That's... Stop it!
-Oh, my gosh.

Aw. Where does
all this leave him?

Well, Enzo wants to send him
to boarding school,

but I am not gonna
let that happen.

He needs to grow up
with his family.

Meaning you?

Oh, my God.

Are you and Carlos
gonna adopt him?

Dude, that's amazing.

Well, I am.

As for Carlos,
I'm not so sure.

He says that
he's still not ready.

NANCY: Whoa.

Did you, like,
give him an ultimatum?

No, it's just the facts.

If I'm gonna choose between
my husband and my baby brother,

I'm gonna go with my brother.

Well, let's hope
it doesn't get to that.

TK: Yeah.

But again,
that's Carlos' decision, so...

CAMPBELL: Hey, Reyes,
you mind doing me a solid?

What's up?

Can you file the paperwork
for that Tomkins wire fraud?

-You going somewhere?
-CAMPBELL: Yeah.

I got a personal thing.

In the middle of the day?

Is that a problem?

No. (slight chuckle)
No, no worries. I got you.

CAMPBELL:
Alright. Thanks, man.

-Yeah.
-CAMPBELL: I owe ya.

(indistinct station chatter)

(tense, dramatic music playing)

BRIDGES: Reyes.

♪♪

CARLOS:
Chief, are you okay?

No, son, I'm more than
a hundred miles from okay.

I checked the logins
like you suggested.

Come here.
Let me show you somethin'.

That's your man, Big Red,
three days before he died.

CARLOS:
Campbell accessed his file

in the Lucifer MC
investigation platform.

Vladimir Pzurov,
five days before.

Campbell wasn't
even on the case.

Same thing for Garcia
and them other two.

And, uh, Nestor Grimes,
your daddy's CI.

Yeah, I told you,
Campbell's dirty.

He's still in
the parking garage.

BRIDGES: Yeah.

-We should go grab him.
-No-- Oh, whoa.

-In good time.
-CARLOS: In good time?

The son of a bitch
killed my father.

Now, you don't know that.

All we know right now
is he accessed

protected information
without authorization.

-Which is a crime.
-Which is a crime.

That's why I got
a search warrant comin'.

When it does come,

we'll go pick him up,
search his place,

and give the man a chance
to explain himself.

And if he can't?

(sighs) Then we might
just be looking at

the most cold-blooded killer
I've ever come across

in my 30 years on this job.

KRISTA TRIOLA:
Sorry about the ambush today.

AFD was adamant
their leadership team

had to be in the room
when I made the request.

OWEN STRAND:
No, I, I get it.

It's an intense ask.

One that I'm still trying
to get my head around.

I know. Chief of the biggest
fire department in America.

It's a lot.

(exhales)

Angela Mazzara says hello,
by the way.

How is little Ange?

-Eating smoke at the 390.
-What?

Mazzara's kid's
a firefighter?

Just finished the academy.

And D'Angelo, Sanchez,
and O'Brien's boys

are all at
the East Harlem station.

And O'Malley and Hoover
are downtown with me.

Department's filled with
legacies from your old house.

(exhales deeply)
Long live the 252.

Long live the 252.

(exhales)

Uh, Captain,
I wasn't totally transparent
with you in the meeting.

How's that?

Chief Provenzano isn't retiring.

-He's resigning.
-Why?

Since the pandemic,
buildings are empty
all over town.

And so they're closing
firehouses, slashing salaries.

Recruitment's down.
Morale is even lower.

I hate to hear that.

We took a straw poll
in every house

from Westchester
to Staten Island

about who could pull us
out of this mess.

One name came up
more than any other.

Yours.

I'm honored to hear that.

But, um, I have a firehouse.

A firehouse you rebuilt.

That, by all accounts,
is thriving.

OWEN: Mm-hmm.

But...

my son is here.

I-I couldn't just walk away.

(restaurant patrons chattering)

You know,
I grew up with a picture
of you over our fireplace.

Next to my father
and the whole 252.

Yeah, I still have my picture.

KRISTA: I don't have
any videos of my dad,

but I do have one of you,
speaking at his funeral,

hugging me, comforting me

like every other child
of the 252 does.

You have no idea
what you mean to us.

(poignant music playing)

You have no idea
what you mean to me.

KRISTA:
I know you got people
depending on you down here,

and it's not fair
to put this on you,

but the question
I'd ask is...

who needs you more?

♪♪

(birds chirping)

CARLOS:
Here we go.

I can see it in your eyes,
you got a belly full of fire.

Your daddy used to get
the same look.

It was a long time coming.

Yeah, I understand.

But you need to put a check
on your emotions.

We're gonna treat this man
with grace and respect.

-Is that clear?
-Yes, sir.

Besides, we come
too hard too fast,

he's liable to spook
and lawyer up,

and we'll be sittin'
on our hands.

I'll follow your lead, Chief.

BRIDGES: Alright.

-(doorbell chirps)
-(tense music playing)

(Bridges exhales)

Chief Bridges.
This is a nice surprise.

Hey, Ashlyn. Um...

This here is Ranger Reyes.

-You must be Carlos.
-Hello.

Sam's told me
so much about you.

Uh, come in, come in.

(cheerful music playing
in backyard)

(kids chattering)

Y'all here for the party?

-No, ma'am. Uh, business.
-(kids cheering)

(cheering and exclaiming)

Hey, Sam. You got company.

CAMPBELL: Uh-oh.
I'm in trouble, aren't I?

What makes you say that?

Why are y'all
looking at me like that?

We're not here because
you playing hooky, Ranger.

We'll need you to come down
to the station with us.

Station?
Hey, what's going on?

You illegally
accessed the records
of six different CIs

before they were
killed or kidnapped.

What? Says who?

Says me.

I checked all the logins myself.

We got you
dead to rights, Sam.

I see.

(happily chattering)

We really gotta
do this right now?

BRIDGES: Afraid so.

Don't you make me arrest you
in front of all these kids.

(tense music playing)

Can I at least wish my son
a happy birthday?

Make it quick. Go on.

Hey, Parker.
Come here, buddy.

Gotta tell you somethin'.

Ash.

♪♪

-So, uh, listen...
-Chief.

J-just give him
a second, alright?

It's hard to say goodbye.

It's harder
not getting the chance to.

Gentlemen,
can I get you some punch?

Oh, no, ma'am.
We're-we're alright,

but thank you.

Reyes.
What are you doing?

How long does it take
to say happy birthday?

(Parker crying)

-ASHLYN CAMPBELL:
I know, honey.
-Where is he?

Where'd he go?

Damn it.

I guess we spooked him
after all.

-(footsteps approaching)
-(door closes)

(Bridges sighs)

Where did he go, Ashlyn?

I don't know.

You know... (sighs)

...we've known
each other too long

to pussyfoot around.

We could arrest you right now
for aidin' and abettin'.

And given the charges
Sam's facing,

you are looking at
at least five years.

-Five years?
-CARLOS: Unless you help us.

Tell us where he went.

I can't.

Darlin', you gotta
think about your children.

I mean, who, who's
gonna care for 'em?

What do you want me to say?
I have no idea.

My husband is innocent.
He is a good man.

Innocent men don't run.

(tense, ominous music playing)

We found $250,000
in his closet safe.

Can you explain how he got it?

No.

I mean, he, he likes
to play poker. Maybe he--

No, you don't need
to speculate.

Just tell 'em
you don't know.

I don't know.

We also found a Glock 19.

It's the same gun
used to kill my dad.

LAWYER: They sell
a million of those
every year in the US.

You don't know it had
anything to do with a murder.

Not yet,
but we will soon enough.

It's at the lab right now.

♪♪

Ashlyn, I see you
wear a crucifix.

I wear one too.

It brings me great comfort.

But it also helps me
be accountable, to be kind...

and honest.

I know you know
where your husband is.

If you don't wanna tell us
for your sake, fine.

Tell us for the next person
he's going to hurt.

BRIDGES: Ashlyn. Hey.

Do the right thing.

I don't know.

(Bridges sighs)

I think we're done here,
gentlemen.

Next time he spills blood,

it's on your hands, too.

Ashlyn Campbell,
you are under arrest

for aiding and abetting
a fugitive.

It's okay.

♪♪

(bucket wheels rattling)

(mop water sloshes)

You ready, Cap?

-R-ready for what?
-JUDD RYDER: Ready to clear out.

You forgot, didn't you?

We got the annual, uh,
deep clean.

The battalion commander's
coming through

to inspect the captain's office

first thing tomorrow morning.

Yes, I did forget.
I'm so sorry.

It's okay.
Uh, if you want,

I can come after my shift
and do it tonight.

No, I wouldn't make you do that.

I mean, I'm your probie.
That's what I'm here for.

Kinda don't need my probie

so much as I need
my best friend.

-(Judd coughs)
-Hey, you okay?

You seem a little stuffy.

No, yeah, no. I'm just--

I'm fighting off
a case of the cruds,

but I'll be fine.

What's going on with you?

How'd, uh,

how'd your meeting
with the chief go?

It wasn't just the chief.

There was a liaison
from the New York City
Fire Commission.

Krista Triola.

That's her father.

He's a great guy.
They all were.

Your old firehouse?

The fighting 252.

So...

they wanna bring you back
to New York City

and, uh, and have you
run the 252 again?

The whole department.

What? You'd, you'd be
Fire Chief of New York City?

Holy cow.

That would change everything.

Yeah.

(Owen sighs)

You know, the last night
that I was in the city,

I went to the Memorial Pool...

(water trickling)

...and I wrote
all of them a note.

Saying that I would
always be there for them

and their families
as long as I was here.

I kinda feel like...

that bill has come due.

So you told 'em yes?

I told 'em
I'd think about it.

What is there to think about?

Owen, this is the number one
fire service job in the country.

Probably in the world.

And it's comin' your way.

Which means
that this is your destiny.

You have to do it.

You don't think everybody here
would feel like I deserted them?

No, not for a minute.

Look, you brought every one
of us back from the brink.

Some of us more than once.

Hey, (knocks on glass)
Probie.

You know, it's hard
to mop without a mop.

-Okay. Uh...
-MARJAN MARWANI:
They're in a meeting.

-I should write you up, man.
-(Marwani and Mateo chuckle)

How would I tell them?

I-I'll make you a deal.

You clear outta here,
let me clean this place up,

and then I'll take you out
for a beer tonight,

and we could strategize.

By which I mean,
we can celebrate.

BRIDGES:
We know what happened?

OFFICER GARRICK:
From what we can tell,

the suspect broke
a patio window to get in.

Victim surprised the guy
with a knife,

but ended up getting
the worst of it himself.

Oh, God, it hurts!

I'm sorry, sir,
but I need to stabilize this.

(groans)
Can't you just take it out?

No, we can't risk
a hemorrhage.

They'll take it out
at the hospital.

Well, Mr. Meyers,
I'm Ranger Bridges.

This here's Ranger Reyes.

You don't mind telling us
what happened here?

I was making tea,
and this man just appeared.

He grabbed me from behind,

and he forced me
to open our safes.

I got the knife,
I charged him,

I slashed him a few times,
but he spun me or something.

Next thing I know,
the knife's in me.

I-I tried to help Jerry

while that monster
cleared out the safes.

You're saying safes,
as in, you have more than one?

One with the cash and jewels,
the other with guns.

Do you know what he took?

Everything he could carry,
along with our car.

Can you describe the man?

He was tall, white,
uh, 30s or 40s.

Could it have been him?

Yes. That's him.

(dramatic music playing)

(sighs) You mind tellin' us
a little more about them guns?

(soft rock music playing)

JUDD: Could we please have,
uh, two beers and two shots?

-BARTENDER: Sure thing.
-OWEN: Comin' in hot.

Well, we're celebrating,
ain't we?

I don't know
that we're celebrating

'cause I'm still deliberating.

Alright, what now?

It's not a good time.

I mean, what do I
do with Thunder?

I'm, I'm a horse owner now.

You don't gotta fit him
into a taxi cab.

There's lots of people
in New York City

that stable their horses.

OWEN: Hmm.

It's, it's never
gonna be a good time

to uproot your whole life.

Look what we got goin' on.

Grace stuck me
with a three-year-old.

And she's off
saving the world someplace.

And how are you with that?

I mean, you know,
it's not really up to me.

It's, it's a sacrifice,
but it's one she don't regret.

You're good?

You ain't gonna find
a prouder husband
anywhere in the world.

Then that's all that matters.

And I'll drink to that.

Cheers.

-Well...
-Cheers.

Mm.

Can we get two more of those
when you get a chance, please?

Where's Charlie tonight?

She's at her grandparents, so...

-Come on, it's bottoms up.
-Let's go.

-To destiny
-To destiny.

-Clink.
-(chuckles)

(bar crowd chattering)

-Yeah.
-So how you gonna
tell everybody?

-I'll tell TK first, alone.
-Yep.

And then I'll probably
gather everybody together

like a family and tell 'em.

It's gonna be hard.

I'll tell you
what's gonna be hard.

Is you picking
a replacement for yourself.

No kidding.
I'm still recovering from
the lieutenant race.

Yeah, I don't envy you there.

-That's a hell
of a tough decision.
-Mm-hmm.

-You got Marjan, you got Paul.
-Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

You know, in my opinion,
I think, uh,

I think young Mateo.

They're all real contenders.

You're forgetting someone.

Who's that?

-You.
-What, me?

I'm your probie.
Nobody goes from
probie to captain.

Well, nobody ever went from
lieutenant to probie, either.

From the day I took the job,

I've always known I was
just keeping the seat warm.

You were always meant
to run the 126, Judd.

(light, pensive music playing)

I'll drink to that.

BRIDGES: That's your husband
fleeing a home he just robbed.

He also stole their SUV.

Right after he stabbed
the homeowner.

Oh, my God.

(shaky breaths)

Sam did that?

Yes, ma'am.
I'm afraid so.

-Is he going to make it?
-BRIDGES: The homeowner?

Yeah, he's, he's gonna live
by the grace of God.

(Ashlyn sighs)

I warned you this would happen.

BRIDGES:
Look... (clears throat)

I think we have
a chance to turn this around.

You tell us where Sam's going
before this gets any worse.

You help us,

and on my honor,
we will drop

all charges against you,
Ashlyn.

(lawyer exhales)

You have to understand,
I had no idea

Sam was capable of this.

Well, we didn't either.

Ojinaga, Mexico.

Just over the border
from Presidio.

That's where he's going.

And what's in Ojinaga?

An old Army buddy,
Diego Gomez.

He has a vacation home there.

It's empty most of the year.

The border closest to Ojinaga
is 600 miles away.

-He's got a big head start.
-We best hit the road then.

(Owen groans)

JUDD: Alright,
so, let me unlock it.

-OWEN: Yeah, unlock this.
-(door rattles)

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hang on.

We're almost there, man.

I got it,
I got it from here, Captain.

OWEN:
Let me shut the door.

Alright, now,
where's your bedroom?

Uh... it's the first door
on the left.

Okay. Okay. Almost there.

JUDD:
Almost here, honey.

OWEN:
Oh, we made it.

JUDD:
Watch this. Watch this.

-(Judd inhales)
-OWEN: What are you...

(Judd grunts)

Oh, jeez. Alright, brother,
let's get your boots off.

Oh, I like to sleep
with my shoes on like a horse.

Alright.

-I'm gonna get you some water.
-(Judd exhales)

I want you to chug it.

Believe me,
you'll thank me later.

Ooh.

(somber music playing)

Oh, Judd.

BRIDGES: We believe
our suspect is wounded

and he'll be trying
to sneak across the border.

And remember,
Ranger Campbell

is an expert
at evasive maneuvers,

and he's more than
comfortable roughin' it.

Each red line represents
a known cut-through

used by coyotes and cartels.

The heaviest traffic
usually goes through

the lower-lying trails
across the Rio Grande,

so we'll focus
most of our manpower
and canine units there.

We'll split into teams

so we can cover every trail
within 50 miles.

Now, Campbell may be wounded,

but he's heavily armed
and a trained sniper.

So if you do find him,

you make sure you radio
for support before you engage.

Alright, line up.
We'll call off your assignments.

(police radio chatter)

(officers chattering)

I'd like to take this one if
it's all the same to you, ma'am.

The Chinati Pass?
That trail's not
for the faint of heart.

Exactly.

(drone blades whirring)

BRIDGES: Well, maybe
he did go to the Rio Grande.

CARLOS: Maybe.

Wait.

Angle 45 degrees east.

Zoom in.

Well, I'll be damned.

(tense, dramatic music playing)

Get closer.

♪♪

Just knocked out my drone.

Told you
he was a good shot.

Alright, we need to get
up there right now.

-Hey, you guys,
you take west face...
-Got it!

-...we'll take east.
-Yes, sir!

Meet in the middle!

(tense, dramatic music
continues)

(engines revving)

Stop.

(tires screech)

Still spinning.
He's close.

♪♪

Freeze, Campbell,
or I'll shoot!

-(gunshot)
-(Campbell grunts)

(gunshots)

(Campbell groaning)

I think you got him.

(bullets whizzing)

Yeah. Me too.

CARLOS:
Oh! Get down!

-(gunfire)
-(Bridges screams)

Where you hit?
Where you hit?

Just the hand.
It's alright.

Bravo Team,
I need all units.

Code three on the east crest!
Have visual on Campbell.

He's on an outcropping
50 yards southeast of the road.

AGENT DAWSON (on radio):
Copy you, on our way.

(bullets ricocheting)

They'll be here soon, Chief.

Well, I hope soon enough.

(intense, dramatic
music playing)

(gunshots)

(exclaims)
That boy's burrowed in
like a tick up there.

(engines revving)

(revving)

Y'all stay down!

(heavy breathing)

(gunshots firing)

(bullets ricochet)

DAWSON:
What's the play here?

We need to flank him.

Alright, when I say go,
y'all open up

holy hell on that rock up there.

Reyes and I are gonna make it
to that outcropping behind us.

-You ready, Reyes?
-Yes, sir.

Alright, on three.
One, two, go.

(gunfire)

(gunfire continues)

Think he saw us?

Nah, you'd have a hole
in you if he did.

(tense, suspenseful
music playing)

(bullets whizzing)

-(gunfire in distance)
-(bullets ricocheting)

♪♪

(ricocheting continues)

What's the matter with you?
Take the damn shot.

-He stopped shooting.
-So what?

We can still
take him in alive.

Now, why in the hell
would you wanna do that?

He can still give us answers.

What the hell
more answers do you need?

(bullets ricocheting)

-Why?
-BRIDGES: Why?

Because of the money,
that's why.

Campbell killed your daddy.

Six other people.

Now, you saw the logins.

You know that
he's the only one

that could have
accessed those CIs.

Look here,
you take that shot,

or you put
everybody here in danger.

So you take it.
Right now, damn it.

That's an order, Ranger.

(clip clicks)

He's not the only one.

Not the only one what?

Who had access to the CIs.

You do too,
as the administrator.

Just what the hell
are you getting at?

(distant gunfire)

Chief, have you always
used a Glock 19

as your personal sidearm?

(dark music playing)

Oh, hell, son.

(gunshot)

♪♪

(groaning)

You...

Your daddy thought
Campbell did it too.

Till he suspected somebody
hacked his credentials

to access those names.

I guess that makes you
the better Ranger.

He never could get
to the bottom of it.

-Because you killed him.
-BRIDGES: Oh, hell no.

Campbell did.
With a ghost gun.

Not unlike the one used
to kill his only son...

and what I'm gonna
find on his body

once I go up there
and take his ass out.

-(labored breathing)
-(flies buzzing)

BRIDGES:
But you know somethin'?

I really do feel sorry for
ruining your wedding.

-(gunshot)
-(grunts)

(panting)

(body thuds)

(glass bottles clinking)

(sniffles)

Good afternoon.

Owen? (chuckles)

What, you stay the night here?

No, but I thought the place
could use a little tidying up

before your daughter
gets here.

How long
has it been going on?

I had to let my cleaning lady go
a couple of weeks ago, so...

What, you,
you're gonna shoot me

'cause of
a couple bags of trash?

Judd, there are five handles
of booze in this bag.

Not to mention, I don't know
how many beer bottles.

You know, when you told me that
you were fighting something off,

I believed you...

but you were just hungover.

(glass clatters)

Yes, sir.

Were you drunk at work?

No, never.

I swear on
my mother's grave. Never.

So how long?

I guess...
right after Grace left.

You know,
from the day I met her,

that woman's been
the center of my life

and she's gone now,

and I don't have a center.

I'm worried about you, Judd.

Don't be. Listen.
Okay?

Starting today,
I'm back on track.

I'm gonna stop.
I'm gonna do that cold turkey.

I've heard that before.

Cap, I'm serious.
I just, I hit a rough patch.

It's been five months.

Right. But I, I can see
that there's an issue, right?

And seeing it is, is

a step towards
solving the problem.

I can see it. I--
Look, I can--

-I see this bag.
-(bottles clinking)

Hell, I can hear that bag.
I acknowledge there's a problem.

-Good.
-JUDD: I'll tell you what.

Let me, let me finish
cleaning this place up

and you get going.

I'm sure you got stuff
you gotta be doing

to get ready
for New York today.

I'm not going to New York.

Wait, what?

I didn't accept the offer.

I called 'em this morning.

Well, call 'em back

and, and tell 'em
you changed your mind.

This is the best job opportunity
you're ever gonna get.

It's, it's not gonna
wait around forever.

I'd rather lose a job
than a best friend.

(solemn music playing)

I don't know
what to say to that.

You don't have
to say anything.

But you do have
to take a shower.

'Cause we have
a meeting to get to.

-(indistinct PA announcements)
-(monitors beeping)

(wheels rattling)

(knocking)

Hey, Reyes.

What you doing here, man?

Nurse told me
you might be awake.

How the hell are you upright?

-I figured you took one
through the lungs.
-CARLOS: Yeah, me too.

Doctors said
that it bounced off my rib cage,

that it went out
the same way it came in.

(sighs deeply)
You're a lucky boy.

How'd you do?

(sighs) Less lucky.

I ruptured my spleen,

but, yeah, I guess
it beats a perforated colon.

Yeah.

The Chief?

(indistinct chatter on PA)

Damn.

What a hell of a thing.

Sam, I'm, I'm sorry
I pointed the finger at you.

Stop it, man. Stop.

You just followed
the evidence where it led.

I'm sorry
I pinned you down with an A-R.

But so you know, I never
fired a shot at you, okay?

Just the big guy.

When did you figure out
it was him who was
setting you up?

As soon as you guys showed up
at my kid's party.

Bridges was the only one
who had my login.

I knew I was cooked,

so I had to get out
of the country

and buy some time
until I figured out

how to prove I was innocent.

I wish I put it together sooner.

Me too.

But, hey, you did eventually.
That's all that matters.

You know, the whole time
I was on the run,

I just kept thinking...

(exhales deeply)

...why?

Why did he do it?

Because of money.

-That's why.
-(Campbell sighs)

Well, I hope it was worth it.

And speaking of, what were
you doing with $250,000 cash?

Oh, y'all got into my safe,
didn't you?

Oh, baby,
I'm really good at poker.

-(laughs)
-(Carlos winces)

I'll say.

Hey, and by the way,
do you know how
that homeowner's doing?

-The guy that
came at me with a knife.
-He was shaken up.

It was just a flesh wound.
He'll be alright.

CAMPBELL:
Oh, thank God.

I wonder if there's
a fruit basket for,

"Sorry I stabbed you."

-Daddy!
-Hey! I didn't know
y'all were coming!

We wanted to surprise you.

Oh, I'm so glad you did.

Mrs. Campbell.

Ranger Reyes.

CAMPBELL:
Well, aren't you little monsters
gonna give me a hug?

(groans) Oh. Okay.
But watch Daddy's spleen.

Watch my spleen. (chuckles)

Oh, my God,
I missed you guys so much.

CARLOS: On the news
they said Chief Bridges

died a hero
in the line of duty.

The Rangers haven't
released any details yet,

so nobody really knows
who he was or what he did.

Not even Mom.

Um, but I'm on my way
to tell her now, so...

wish me luck.

Last night,
I woke up in a panic.

Because the pit that's been
there since you died,

it was still there.

I thought if I figure out
who did this,

it would make the pain better,
but it's worse...

because now all I have to
focus on now is just how much--

how much I miss you.

It's like the last piece of you
I had is gone.

TK says that that's not true.

He showed me a photo he took
the day before you died. I...

I haven't been able
to look at it since.

(solemn music playing)

(slight chuckle)

He says that
you live on in me.

That he sees you in me every day
as a husband and as a Ranger.

But that doesn't
do you justice...

because you were
so much more than that.

(voice breaking)
You were my dad.

(quietly weeping)

And I hope you'll be with me
as I become one too.

(breathing heavily)

I'm about to tell him
that I'm ready for that.

So...

wish me luck on that too.

I hope I make you proud, Dad.

♪♪

Te quiero para siempre,
Papá.

(gentle music playing)

♪♪

(country rock
theme music playing)

(fanfare playing)