("Folsom Prison Blues" by Johnny Cash playing)
♪ I hear the train a-comin' ♪
♪ It's rollin' round the bend ♪
♪ And I ain't seen the sunshine ♪
♪ Since I don't know when ♪
♪ I'm stuck in Folsom Prison ♪
♪ And time keeps draggin' on ♪
♪ But that train keeps a-rollin'... ♪
- (lock buzzes, clicks)
- (door opens and closes)
I'll take lane six and
size- shoes, please.
My dad said you've been
using that same bad joke
since way back when
he still worked here.
Yeah? One of these days,
it's gonna get a laugh, brother.
♪ Don't ever play with g*ns... ♪
Oh, hey. Say hello to your
old man for me, all right?
- ♪ Just to watch him die ♪
- (lock buzzes)
(lock buzzes)
♪ When I hear that whistle blowin'... ♪
How's it looking out there, Eyes?
- Like they all want to k*ll me.
- (chuckles)
- You say that every day.
- I mean it every day.
Remember to use the
cream I'm giving you.
And for God's sake,
put on some underwear.
Good morning, Doc.
It's : p.m.
Well, it's morning to me.
Hello, sir.
I need you to be on high
alert today, Vaughn.
Inmates have been acting
extra combative lately.
Any idea why?
Could be the new warden's
reforms, but I don't know.
Feels like somebody's been agitating.
Copy that. Where do you want me?
The usual. Mitchell needs a walk.
- Not again.
- You're the only one he likes.
- (song ends)
- (lock buzzes, clicks)
Hands.
♪ ♪
All right, let's go. You know the drill.
♪ ♪
GUARD (in distance):
Let's go! Line it up!
(bird cawing)
(indistinct chatter in distance)
(beeping)
(bird cawing)
(sighs)
This guy is so freaking weird.
Hey. No littering.
(watch beeping)
All right, time's up.
Let's pack it in.
♪ ♪
(lock buzzes)
♪ ♪
(lock buzzes)
(yells)
(groaning)
(clamoring)
(grunting, yelling)
This is Metro. Is this a drill?
This is Security Chief Isaacs
at Jamestown State Prison.
The code is -Charlie-Adam-James.
Color of the day is yellow.
Confirmed: code yellow.
Sitrep: Inmates have broken
free of containment
and have taken control
of Cell Blocks A and C.
We have multiple fires burning,
and the ventilation system
is pushing smoke throughout the prison.
Situation is critical.
I repeat, this is not a drill.
(alarm blaring)
GARCIA: The unrest
started in Cell Block Two
and spread quickly.
Then a handful of prisoners took
out the fire suppression system
and started setting fires
around the facility.
We managed to put out the smaller fires,
but the biggest one's still
burning in the HVAC corridor.
What are we walking
through to get to the fire?
Eyes, buzz us through.
GARCIA: The riot's only %
contained at the moment,
so you'll be escorted by four of
my men in full protective gear
carrying nonlethal weaponry.
The main corridor is clear
and locked down tight.
We'll get you in and out safely.
You just have to take care of that fire.
♪ ♪
(clamoring in distance)
(beeps)
(panting)
All right, guys, get those hoses set.
Come on, let's go. Let's go!
Buck, Eddie, put up a water curtain.
That thing is gonna keep sucking
smoke up into the system.
Okay, Ravi, go find the k*ll switch.
- You let me know when you got it.
- We got it, Cap.
All right, guys, knock it
down, knock it down.
- All right, guys, let's go.
- You got it.
- Okay, Garcia, fire's out.
- GARCIA: Sorry.
Block Three's blowing up.
I got to go deal with that.
- What about our escort?
- Block Two is still locked down.
Wilkinson can handle your
walk out. Come on, let's go.
Okay, , let's go. We're on the move.
(man wheezing)
What is that?
- Is someone else in here?
- No, this area should be secure.
Over here.
Holy crap, that's Mitchell.
I wonder who got the drop on him.
Maybe one of your colleagues.
It doesn't look like
he held back, either.
- (wheezing)
- Airway's compromised.
We're probably looking
at a crushed trachea.
- All right, we got to move.
- Whoa, whoa, hey.
- These men are injured.
- Oh, and the guy in the shackles
has got a nasty gash
in his lower abdomen.
They're scumbags. Leave 'em here.
GUARD (over radio):
We've lost control of Block One.
All guards, fall back.
We're not leaving anybody.
All right. Let's get 'em up and
out. No time for gurneys.
Yes, Warden, I get it, but there's
no way I can confidently say
- anything's been put down at this point.
- GUARD: We just lost the mess hall.
Inmates are loose in the main corridor.
Sir, we're struggling
to maintain control.
Eyes, buzz us out.
(lock buzzes)
HEN: Whoa, stop, stop, stop,
stop! He's having a seizure.
Okay, get him down, get him down.
All right, you guys go.
Your guy can barely breathe.
Go. We're gonna be right
behind you. That's an order.
- Now, go.
- Protocol says
- you got to have two guards with you.
- Plenty of room if you want to join.
I need an ambulance escort
for a prisoner transporting
to the local ER.
- Anybody copy?
- (over radio): Vaughn here.
Me and Mahoney are on the way.
I got to get back in there.
Don't try to leave
without that escort, all right?
Okay, how we doing, Hen? We got to move.
Seizure's probably due to blood loss.
- Cap, let's get him outside.
- Okay. All right.
Grab him by the arms.
Because reinforcements still need
to move between sections.
Damn it. Loose inmates in Block Two.
Need backup for Block Two!
BUCK: You guys our escort?
Yes, sir. Let's get moving.
(engine starts)
ISAACS: LAFD, you need to move.
(grunting)
Infirmary, it's still secure.
- Okay, let's move! Let's go.
- Move! Come on.
ISAACS: Vaughn and Mahoney
are escorting a prisoner.
- Let 'em through.
- _
- Let's go, let's go!
- (clamoring)
We can't get out. We've
got an injured inmate.
Here, put him over on the bed.
- Help me over here!
- (groaning)
(groans)
- Sorry, Doc. You okay?
- Yeah, yeah. I'll be fine.
What's going on with the patient?
He's got a s*ab wound
to the lower abdomen.
He's lost a lot of blood.
He was convulsing, but it's slowed.
It's probably from the BP.
He'll need fluids.
Wait. That's not an inmate.
That's Freddie Vaughn.
He's a guard.
- What?
- Where'd you find him?
In the machine room,
next to the other prisoner.
- But if this one's a guard...
- The other one probably is, too.
So where are the prisoners?
BOBBY: ambulance, come in.
(siren wailing)
Buck, Eddie, come in.
- Mm-mm.
- Buck, Eddie,
if you can hear me, return
to the prison. Come...
k*ll the lights and sirens.
- (switch clicks)
- (siren stops)
What the hell?
I can't thank you boys enough.
I've waited years to get
the hell out of that place.
♪ ♪
Check 'em.
Okay, so you broke out.
What now?
Patient in there currently
fighting for every breath.
That your handiwork?
Hey. No littering.
(grunting and groaning)
(clamoring)
GUARD (over radio): Rapid Team,
fire and rescue's six minutes out.
You got to clear a path.
Push those guys back.
(watch beeping)
♪ ♪
- So, what do we do?
- Don't know yet.
- Maybe they just want the ambulance?
- Why would they search us
if they're gonna leave us behind?
There's two of us.
There's two of them.
- There's two...
- Cute kid.
Yours?
I'm guessing he lives with you
at South Bedford Street.
Hey, man. Hey, don't even... (grunts)
Okay, so now that we're
all on the same page,
here's what's gonna happen next.
Warden isn't sure if the riot
was cover for the escape
or if the escapees just
seized on the opportunity.
So Buck and Eddie are in an ambulance
with two convicts and an injured guard.
Well, dispatch has tracked the
transponder on the ambulance.
It's been stationary
for a couple minutes.
I've got units heading there right now.
What about Bobby and
the rest of the ?
They're still inside the prison.
(clamoring)
Looks like the blade must've
hit his splenic artery.
We can clamp it, slow his blood loss.
We should give him something
for the pain first.
Top drawer. One vial of morphine.
- Stop. Don't sedate him.
- (banging)
- I need you to wake him up.
- What?
Look, you said he's in security, right?
I need somebody who can tell me
about security protocols here.
Who has keys, what they open
and if we're safe in here.
I've been a doctor here for a decade.
I can tell you there are
three keys to this room:
mine, the warden's and
the shift commander's.
We're perfectly safe.
The shift commander in the
Lexan booth who let us in here?
DR. COCHRAN: Yes, the security pod. Why?
- Listen.
- (banging continues)
You hear that?
(banging continues)
RAVI: What is that?
BOBBY: If I had to guess,
I'd say that's a bunch of guys
trying to break into the security pod.
I need reinforcements
to the security pod!
- There's no way they...
- Doc, I have been a firefighter
for nearly three decades,
and trust me when I say
there is not a locked room anywhere
that the right tools and enough
time can't break open.
Now, please, wake him up.
Should be about half a mile
ahead... on the right.
Dispatch, I'm not seeing anything
resembling an ambulance on this road.
JOSH: It has to be there.
You just passed it.
What?
I don't know what you're
seeing on your end.
Their transponder is
pinging to your location.
You should be on top of them right now.
Yeah, about that.
(beeping)
(choking, gasping)
- Is he all right?
- Other than choking on his own blood?
Buck, hand me the Yankauer suction tube.
(choking, gasping continue)
Hey, just make sure
he doesn't die in here.
Suddenly, you care about the
guy you almost b*at to death?
Hey, if I wanted this guy
dead, he'd be dead.
I kept him alive.
(tool whirring)
Now, you do the same.
Warden sent me their inmate files.
We can't track 'em, but
maybe we can figure out
where they might've gone.
Dominic Gale.
He's not from here.
He got picked up six years ago
on an out-of-state warrant
for a home invasion in Milwaukee.
Six years ago? What's he still
doing in a California prison?
Uh, he k*lled a fellow prisoner
while awaiting extradition,
so we decided to hang on to him
until after he finishes his .
No local ties. What about the other one?
Mitchell Trent... he's been
on death row for years.
Uh, triple homicide.
Hmm.
And a long-ass list of prior offenses.
Yeah, dating back to a
sealed juvenile record.
No visitors, no pen pals.
Until last year.
According to this, he started
writing letters to his ex.
- An ex from years ago?
- Mm-hmm. Savanna Richards.
She testified at his trial.
She was the state's key
witness against him.
- She still local?
- She is.
We need to get her into
protection right now.
Do you really think that he'd
go through all this trouble
breaking out just to
settle an old score?
years is a long time to stew.
Maybe that pot finally boiled over.
(sirens wailing)
You, go around back.
If they are inside, I don't want
them making another escape.
- You, with me.
- Yes, ma'am.
♪ ♪
LAPD. Anybody home?
Police department.
(sighs)
- You looking for Savanna?
- Yeah. We knocked.
- She doesn't seem to be home.
- She's barely here.
Usually doesn't get home till late.
Do you know how I might
find her? It's important.
Uh, I have her contact.
Let me grab my phone.
Okay.
Let's get an unmarked unit here.
All right? They can sit on the house
until our jailbirds are
back in their cage.
Also, I want a patrol doing
laps around this neighborhood
- looking for that ambulance.
- Yes, Sergeant.
- NEIGHBOR: Here you go.
- Much appreciated, ma'am.
- Mm-hmm.
- Thank you.
Savanna Richards?
This is Sergeant Athena
Grant with the LAPD.
Can you tell me where you are right now?
(yelling in pain)
Okay, okay. Vaughn.
Vaughn, can you hear me?
Can you hear me, Vaughn? Okay,
good. Okay. I'm sorry about this,
and I don't know how much you remember,
but I am with the Los
Angeles Fire Department.
There was a riot here.
We tried to put out a fire,
and we got stuck in here on our
way out. Do you understand me?
(grunting)
Yeah? Okay, good. Listen.
The guards lost control
of this cell block,
and I don't know how much
time we have in here
until the rioters start coming for us.
And I need to get you and my
people out of this infirmary.
- Cap, he needs pain management.
- You need to stop this.
Vaughn, is there any way out of here
- besides through that door?
- (groaning)
Can we go through any air ducts
or tunnels or crawl spaces?
P-P-P...
BOBBY: The pod?
The security pod is under siege.
G-Gas. Gas.
Tear gas?
BOBBY: I suppose we could
try to contact the guards,
if there are any real guards left,
and have them run up to the HVAC,
but we turned it off
'cause of the smoke.
RAVI: Are we even sure
tear gas would work?
Kind of feels like it would
just make everyone mad.
Nitrous oxide.
HEN: Laughing gas?
That'll make them less mad.
All right, Doc, draw me a map,
and I will turn the HVAC on,
and I'll go into the dental office,
and I'll run what's ever in
there through the vents,
and we hope that works.
That sounds like a lot of
distance to cover, Cap.
I should go with you.
I-I can turn on the HVAC,
- and you can get the gas.
- No, you're needed here.
Doc only has one hand,
- and Vaughn could go south again.
- RAVI: I'll go.
I can do it.
You'll be a target. Heroic firefighters
might make especially good ones.
What if he doesn't look
like a firefighter?
- (clamoring)
- (alarm blaring)
Doesn't look like anything is broken,
but you probably won't have
normal range of motion
for at least a few weeks.
But tell me, Firefighter Wilson,
will I play piano again?
- Did you before?
- (sighs)
I didn't think the joke was that bad.
- Sorry.
- (chuckling)
You made me think of a friend of mine.
It's the kind of joke
he'd make. (chuckles)
He's a paramedic, too.
Well, if he's anywhere
near as sharp as you,
I have sorely underestimated
the skills of the Los
Angeles Fire Department.
Maybe I should've gone
into your line of work.
Well, thank you.
I was actually, uh, looking at
heading into your line of work.
Oh. Medical school?
What year?
- Second.
- (exhales sharply)
Tough year.
(beeping)
He's bottoming out. He's about to code.
The blood buildup from the clamp
must have burst the artery.
What's the next step?
Well, if we were in an operating
room... which we're not...
a surgeon would need to do
an end-to-end anastomosis.
Suture the artery to return
normal blood flow to his spleen.
- Well, can you...
- Not like this. It's too involved.
You know the procedure.
Yeah, I-I've observed two.
- But I can't...
- Yes, you can.
I-I'm not a doctor. Not yet.
He doesn't need you to be a doctor.
He needs you to be my hands.
He needs you to help me save his life.
- What are you doing now?
- Intubating him.
Buck, hand me the bougie.
Long blue tube in the cabinet.
Almost there, Mitch.
Wait, you guys are serious?
- We're really going to a hospital?
- Thought that's what you wanted.
You're so concerned about
the health of your friend here.
Now you can walk him
through the front doors.
♪ ♪
Doesn't look like we have any company.
All right, pretty boy stays with me.
Dom, you and the kid
take our friend inside.
Hand him off, then you know what to do.
Hey, man, listen, I don't
know what you want,
but there is a hospital
full of sick people...
Just go, or I'll sh**t you.
Or better yet, I sh**t him.
And then I find his kid
and I sh**t him, too.
Buck.
Nice and steady.
Just like you've done it
a thousand times before.
Okay.
Where do we go?
Right this way.
DOMINIC: Where the hell is everyone?
Hey, hey! Aah! Hey, hey, hey!
(groaning)
Come on, hey, I-I'm a firefighter!
- Hands behind your back.
- Evan Buckley with the .
- Aah! Come on!
- Hey. Hey.
- Ah-ah-ah!
- Buck?
Buck. Uh, hey. This one's good.
- Let him up. Let him go.
- You sure? Okay.
- On your feet.
- Sorry about that.
All right, let's go. You have
the right to remain silent.
- I suggest you use that right.
- Call it in?
(panting)
You good?
Yeah. How'd you know
we were coming here?
We figured out why Mitchell broke out.
Where is he? Where's Mitchell?
Still in the ambulance.
With Eddie.
(sirens wailing, tires screeching)
OFFICER: Mitchell Trent, this is LAPD.
We have the area surrounded.
Put your weapons down
- and come out with your hands up.
- I got a hostage!
Don't come any closer!
How did they find us so fast?
Guess this wasn't part of
your -step breakout plan.
Shut up.
- I need a minute to think.
- Might want to think on the fact
that there's only one way
out of this ambulance.
Look, just give up.
You can live to escape another day.
I ain't going nowhere.
Unless it's inside that hospital.
Tac team is working on a
plan to take the ambulance.
Look, as soon as they make their
move, he is gonna sh**t Eddie.
There's got to be a way to talk
him down, get him to surrender.
It's a little more complicated
than that, Buck.
Surrender is not what Mitchell's after.
He came to see his son.
MITCHELL: My son... (sniffles)
he's here, in the ICU.
Congenital heart failure.
Kid's been waiting almost
a year for a new heart.
So you're here to force his
way up the list at gunpoint.
No.
I'm here to give him mine.
♪ ♪
INMATE: I'm thirsty.
(inmates laughing, murmuring)
INMATE : Don't drink it all, man.
This is a toast.
I told you they k*lled Mitchell.
INMATE : Man, leave some.
Hey!
You!
Do I know you?
Let me see you.
Hey, hey!
Hey, get back here. I'm talking to you.
(beeps)
I hope that's enough.
HEN: Okay.
Forceps are set on either
side of the ruptured area.
The patient has been sedated.
And the atraumatic needle is prepped.
Remember, simple continuous sutures,
just like they taught
you in home ec class.
I took shop.
(takes deep breath)
♪ ♪
Good, good.
Perfect.
(taking deep, steady breaths)
♪ ♪
Done.
Excellent, Dr. Wilson.
I told you I'm not a doctor.
Yet.
That'll be our little secret.
♪ ♪
(whirring)
(whirring, rattling)
(gas hissing)
BOBBY (over radio): Hen, it's a go.
Copy that, Cap.
♪ ♪
Here.
(inmates laughing hysterically)
What's going on? Was there another fire?
Think you're gonna need this.
(knocking at door)
- You guys okay?
- HEN: You tell me.
Did it work?
(knocking)
BOBBY: Okay, guys, let's go.
We got to move.
- I guess it did.
- BOBBY: Let's go.
WOMAN (over P.A.):
On-call chaplain to ICU One.
On-call chaplain to ICU One.
This is Savanna Richards.
- Mitchell's ex, Nolan's mom.
- So Nolan is why he broke out?
Mitchell started writing
me letters last year,
saying that he wanted to save his son.
I still don't know how he
found out about Nolan.
Wait, you mean you didn't tell him?
The last time that I saw Mitchell
was in a courtroom years ago.
He tried to jump the
defense table to get me,
screaming he was gonna
k*ll me for betraying him.
I told him to rot in hell.
I didn't think there was
much to say after that.
Mitchell's been waging a
campaign to save Nolan.
He's contacted the State
Board of Prisoners,
the governor, asking to be ex*cuted.
I thought we didn't do that anymore.
Legally, it's complicated.
But he wants the state to k*ll him
so he can donate his heart.
SAVANNA: All of his
requests were denied.
So he decided to force the issue.
Mitchell still hasn't responded.
Does he need to respond?
We know what his demands are, right?
He wants to donate his heart to his kid.
Buck, that's not on the table.
It's not even on the menu.
State of California doesn't
allow death row inmates
- to donate their organs.
- Come on, that's just a technicality.
It's a law, Buck.
Prisoners have made petitions
to donate their kidneys,
pieces of their liver to family,
and every request to become an
organ donor has been denied.
Well, there-there's got to be
something else we can do.
MAYNARD: Look, we're
still trying to talk to him,
give him a chance to
surrender peacefully.
And if he doesn't?
Then we take the ambulance.
Stop moving around.
Police see the ambulance moving,
they're gonna think something's wrong,
- and they'll breach.
- So?
I'm the one they're gonna sh**t.
Space this small, not a
lot of room for error.
Rather not get caught in crossfire.
Hey, why can't you understand?
I'm trying to do one good thing here.
You got bored in a cage,
and you wanted a way out.
No, I'm doing this for Nolan.
I'm trying to save his life.
He tell you this is what he wants?
To get your heart and
live the rest of his life
knowing how much blood you
shed so he could have it?
You think that's a
feel-good ending for him?
What do you want me to
do? Go back to prison?
Sit there rotting in my
cell while my kid dies?
I want you to shut up.
And let me help you.
(cell phone ringing)
(sighs)
Bobby.
- Everyone okay?
- BOBBY: Everybody here is fine.
Just dropped off the injured
guard at the hospital.
How are Buck and Eddie doing?
Buck's fine. I'm standing
right here with him.
What about Eddie?
(siren wailing)
So, what was the plan after
you got into the hospital?
Dom was supposed to go in there,
confirm that Nolan was there.
Then he was gonna force the
doctors to do the transplant.
I die, Nolan lives.
Do you really think anyone
was gonna let that happen?
No, probably not,
but it was the only thing
I could come up with.
Turn yourself in.
Let them take you into custody alive,
and we find another
way to save your son.
Like what?
Buck, the other guy, his
girlfriend's a reporter.
We have her do a story on your son,
get the public behind Nolan,
pressure the governor
into letting you donate.
I don't want that for him.
People knowing I'm his father.
When they sentenced me to death,
the judge said I was
"the worst of the worst."
And he was right.
I was like my dad, who was like his dad.
All of us in and out of
prison our whole lives
like it was the family business, uh...
When I... when I found out
about Nolan, I was like, "Great.
I'll meet him when he shows
up in the cell next to me."
He's not like that, though.
He's a good kid.
Nothing like me at all.
So you think saving him,
what, redeems you?
No.
But...
... me dying and him living
maybe makes the world a better place.
Okay.
Go on, open up the door.
Let 'em know we're coming out.
(sniffs, sighs)
You mean it?
Did you mean it?
What you said about helping Nolan?
I'll fight for him as hard
as I'd fight for my own.
Good. (sniffs)
Yeah, I'm ready.
Okay, we're coming out.
Mitchell's ready to surrender.
(indistinct police radio chatter)
OFFICER: Hands up!
Hold your fire!
EDDIE: Okay, Mitchell.
Put down your g*n.
Come on out.
OFFICER: They're coming out.
OFFICER : He's out. He's out.
- Show us your hands!
- Hands up.
Hold. Everybody hold.
Hold your positions.
MITCHELL: One more promise from you.
What now?
When he asks about the donor,
he can never know it was me.
OFFICER: Drop the g*n!
- (g*nsh*t)
- (people gasping, screaming)
Eddie.
- Move!
- Let's go!
Move in! Move in!
Eddie! Eddie!
Eddie.
Get off of me! Get off of me!
Go grab a crash cart and help
me keep his heart pumping.
What are you doing? What happened?
He sh*t himself. b*llet hit his brain.
Go tell the hospital they need
a crash team out here.
They need to prep an OR.
Eddie, he's dead.
But his heart isn't, and I
need it to stay that way.
Go!
Okay! Hey, move, move, move!
Prep the OR! Come on!
♪ ♪
(quiet chatter)
I know you got other things
on your mind right now, but...
I'm-I'm so sorry that
he put you through that.
But that's Mitchell. (sniffles)
Couldn't do the right
thing to save his life.
(Savanna scoffs)
I don't know what I'm gonna tell Nolan.
About his father?
About me.
How do I explain ever being
with a man like Mitchell?
You loved him, even if
he wasn't worth loving.
But that's on Mitchell.
Whatever bad choices
he made, they're his.
You don't end up with
a man like Mitchell
without having made a few
bad choices of your own.
You helped put him away.
That was brave.
I did it for Nolan.
I never wanted him to be
touched by any of this.
(sighs) Neither did Mitchell.
(groans)
He was watching you for
years, from a distance.
He saw that Nolan was a good kid.
Mitchell didn't want
to screw him up, too.
He said that?
Right before he...
The last thing he said...
"He can never know it was me."
ATHENA: That boy is going
to die without that heart.
And the father... or whatever
you want to call him...
has made himself a donor.
Let's just let 'em do the surgery,
figure the rest out later.
This is way above our pay grade.
We don't make the laws,
just enforce them.
Well, what exactly does the law say?
"Death row inmates," right?
I know what you're thinking,
but there is no way, Athena.
The governor is never
going to pardon him
for a triple homicide,
not even posthumously.
What would he say to a commutation?
("Run Cried the Crawling"
by Agnes Obel playing)
♪ ♪
♪ Crawling down ♪
♪ From high hopes to the ground ♪
(monitor beeping)
♪ While trouble sings along ♪
(tool buzzing)
♪ Baby, my heart and soul ♪
♪ A giant in the room ♪
♪ I guess I've never known ♪
♪ Someone like you. ♪
♪ ♪
(monitor beeping)
(song ends)
Hey.
Just did some checking
on our injured guards.
Both are in stable condition.
Dr. Cochran sends his regards.
Good news across the board.
But I don't think I can wait
around for any more.
Text me when the kid
gets out of surgery.
- Yeah.
- You headed home?
No. I have class in an hour.
After the day and night you had,
you're still going to class?
Yeah. Well...
if I want to be a badass
general surgeon,
I can't afford to waste another minute.
General surgery?
Didn't know you'd
decided on a specialty.
I think I just figured it out.
Good night.
(sighing)
How about that?
Oh.
It's done.
He made it through okay?
Yeah. They're, um... they're
wheeling him into recovery now.
Um...
I-I really can't thank you all enough.
Not just for what you did but,
um, for being here... with me.
Go be with your son.
Thank you.
(chuckles)
I'm gonna go see mine.
I'm headed out, too. I'll,
uh, see you in hours.
- (Athena chuckling)
- Miss you already.
All right, I'm going to head
to the station and clock out.
- I'll see you at home?
- I might be here a little longer.
Oh?
MAN (over P.A.):
Dr. Hall to Transplant ICU.
Dr. Hall to Transplant ICU.
(sighs)
All right, understand I love you,
- but I will not be waiting up for you.
- I love you, too.
(Athena chuckles)
- All right.
- All right.
Everything okay?
Yeah, sure.
It's funny, after a shift
like the one we just had,
with all that danger and commotion,
sometimes the hardest part
is going home by yourself,
being alone in all that quiet.
I guess so.
So, what do you say we go someplace
where it's not so quiet?
Should be just in time
for the morning rush at the coffee shop.
I don't want to talk about
yesterday, though.
That's okay.
We can just have breakfast and
not talk about it together.
What do you say?
- Okay.
- All right.
(door opens)
Um, tell him to call me later,
and maybe I'll answer.
Hey. You're up.
(laughs): Okay.
(both sigh)
- And you're safe.
- Yeah.
- (Taylor sighs)
- (Buck chuckles)
I was so worried.
I'm, uh... I'm okay.
Just glad it's over.
The news wasn't clear about
what started the whole thing.
There were riots?
Yeah, orchestrated by this guy
who wanted to break out and see his kid.
Are you serious?
- Yeah.
- So, did it work?
Did he get to see his kid?
No.
No, he, uh... he sh*t himself
before he made it inside.
(monitor beeping)
♪ ♪
(sighs)
- Dad?
- Yeah.
Are you okay?
Yeah. Just, um...
I'm really glad you're my kid.
You're weird, Dad.
(laughs)