("Island in the Sun" by Weezer playing)
♪ Hip-hip ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Hip-hip ♪
♪ When you're on a holiday ♪
♪ You can't find the words I say... ♪
You guys ready for a k*ller day?
Yeah, let's do it.
This is so stupid.
Can't believe you dragged us out here.
Give her some time. All right.
♪ On an island in the sun ♪
♪ We'll be playing and having fun ♪
Is he going to sleep all day?
He doesn't want to be here either.
That's not true.
He's just tired from work.
He doesn't care.
Why are you so mad at him all the time?
You didn't used to be like that.
You used to have fun,
we used to bury him
in the sand and stuff.
I'm down for that.
♪ ♪
♪ We'll run away together ♪
♪ We'll spend some time forever ♪
♪ We'll never feel that anymore ♪
♪ Hip-hip ♪
OMAR: Wait. What if
we can't get him out?
It's just sand, dude.
(yawning)
Wha...?
- (laughing)
- What is going on?
(laughing)
My children have buried me alive.
Uh, hey. Hey, guys.
Do you even know when
the high tides are coming in?
Oh, I see what you did.
- (laughter)
- Oh, I see what you did there.
- I'm drowning, I'm...
- (thunder crackling)
(screaming)
(gasping)
Dad!
(groaning)
Dad!
You okay?
Call -...
(sirens wailing)
Help! Help!
What happened?
We buried my dad and then
lightning came out of nowhere.
It's our fault!
I shouldn't have done it!
It's all right.
We'll get him out of there.
How? It got him in his neck.
- Was it the lightning?
- (crunching)
No, the glass.
All right, let's get him out!
Let's go, let's go!
HEN: Sir, can you tell me your name?
Ibrahim.
HEN: Are you in any pain, Ibrahim?
Neck... hurts. Really dizzy.
- Could be the blood loss.
- Pulse is elevated.
Breathing is shallow. It's probably
from the weight of the sand.
No rain. The hell did it come from?
I don't know, I really hope
it doesn't strike twice though.
Why is this happening?
I'm so sorry, Daddy!
It's okay, Omar. I'm okay.
Uh, hey, hey, kids.
Why don't we go over here, huh?
Give them some space to work.
(glass shattering)
There you go. Hey, Omar, right?
Listen, I know
sometimes things can happen
that we can't explain.
And that can be scary.
But this we actually can explain.
(cracking)
You see, when lightning hits the sand,
it's so hot, it turns
it into glass, you see?
BOBBY: All right, guys,
let's take him out.
Get this sand out of there.
Oh. Pretty sure that hit the carotid.
The glass came in hot.
Looks like it's semi-cauterized.
Instant scab.
All right, running fluids wide open.
We're gonna have to skip the C-collar.
All right, let's get
a backboard over here!
- Copy that!
- Just stay very still.
- All right.
- Okay.
♪ ♪
Where are my kids?
- Oh, oh, we're here, Daddy.
- Whoa, whoa, hey, hey.
- Omar, Rasha...
- BOBBY: Don't move your head.
Ibrahim, it's very important
you stay still.
Okay.
All right, Hen, let me get in there.
BUCK: It's okay.
CHIMNEY: Got a leg.
BOBBY: All right, got some
lacerations on his arm.
It was a stupid idea
to go to this beach.
He was just trying to stop
my dad and me from fighting.
Okay, hey, I get it.
You know, you want to fix everything.
Trust me, I-I know that feeling.
But in life,
things that we don't expect,
they can just come out of nowhere.
He means lightning.
I know.
Right, listen.
Good news is we-we got him now.
He's gonna be okay.
- Whoa!
- Arterial bleed!
BOBBY: All right, tourniquet flying in.
Whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey. It's
okay, it's okay. He's in good hands.
- Is he okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. He's gonna be fine.
- EDDIE: Need gauze.
- BOBBY: All right.
Hang in there.
(Ibrahim groaning)
They got him. They got him.
(groaning)
(moaning loudly)
(moaning continues)
Oh...
Oh.
(panting)
♪ ♪
One, two, three.
Here he comes, here he comes.
Okay.
Omar. Rasha.
Listen, I'm fine.
Everything's gonna be okay.
We love you, Daddy.
I love you, too.
Come on, uh, you guys can
ride in the engine with us.
(thunder cracking)
WEATHERMAN:
They call it a dry thunderstorm.
A high-elevation storm.
The clouds, in fact, so high
that the rain evaporates
before it actually hits the ground.
So your eyes and ears
do not deceive you,
you will see the lightning...
Are you seeing this?
Ugh, I'm trying not to.
I have my own invisible storm
that can strike me down at any second:
My parents are coming to visit.
That's this week?
I thought Albert was coming
back from Korea this week.
Oh, he's coming, too.
It's a regular family reunion.
Turns out when you get a new house,
everybody wants to see it,
even if it's not ready.
The great part about that part?
No one can stay with us.
Oh, my God, am I terrible
for saying that?
If my family wanted to stay with me,
I'd take a sledgehammer
to my kitchen first.
Ooh, I'm gonna consider that plan B.
Hey.
I think I finally mastered this.
What? Burning down our new house?
It doesn't matter, she's gonna
hate it anyways.
The rooms are not finished,
the kitchen has too much color
and that backsplash? My God.
She is gonna hate that backsplash.
Maddie...
I know this whole fixer-upper
adventure with the house
has been sort of a whirlwind,
maybe even a roller coaster
driven by me, but...
we got this, right?
We do. (sighs)
Yes, but I'm...
not always sure that I do.
Okay, then break the glass
and pull the alarm, honey.
That's what I'm here for.
It's me and you against the Buckleys.
By the way, they're not
gonna hate anything.
They own % of the place.
Oh, no, are you still bothered
that they helped us
with the down payment?
They didn't just help.
They put it all down. And you know what?
It doesn't bother me at all.
Because we got the house.
So when your father asks
to sit at the head of the table,
I'm not even gonna care.
You know what? You're right.
We have nothing to worry about.
It's not like anybody's gonna drop
any deep, dark family secrets this time.
Not that we know of. It is family.
There's always an expl*si*n.
(whooshing)
- (Jee-Yun crying)
- Oh, she's up.
(crying continues)
Maddie, they're here.
Coming.
- Hey.
- Hey, Evan.
- Evan?
- Philip, so good to see you.
Please make yourself at home.
Evan.
Margaret. You look so beautiful.
Thank you for coming.
Maddie should be out any minute.
Jee-Yun just woke up, so...
I have to say, it has amazing bones.
Still some work to be done, but...
So, Buck, uh, how was the drive
in from the airport?
Well, Howie, it was great.
was wide open,
we talked about the weather.
More interesting topic
than usual these days.
Okay, here's your grandma and grandpa.
Can you say "Grandma"?
- Grandma.
- Yes.
Oh!
You are just so precious. Aren't you?
(all laughing)
Oh, you guys must be starving.
Dinner's almost ready. And Philip?
I saved the best seat
in the house for you.
Oh, I'm fine anywhere.
Oh, Maddie, this backsplash,
it's divine.
- Uh, shall we?
- (doorbell rings)
Uh, that must be Albert. I'll go get it.
- expl*si*n averted.
- Yeah.
- Howie.
- Welcome home, little brother.
How's Korea?
The old man still a pain in the ass?
Uh, yeah, about that...
Brought you back something.
_
(thunder rumbling)
♪ ♪
Did you get them?
What was it again, Denny?
Mama, I told you to get rubber bands.
You're supposed to call me D.
Ah, yes.
The new nickname. (laughs)
Don't you hate when you go to the store
and forget the one thing
that you went to go get?
Mama!
Trust me, it's gonna
happen to you too... D.
Hmm.
Will these do?
Awesome! Thank you.
(chuckles)
Uh...
Where'd you get this?
I've been saving up my allowance.
I want to join Little League.
What happened to soccer?
Baseball's cooler.
This is gonna be awesome.
New game, new rules, I guess.
This all looks lovely.
You know what? We need more wine.
I'm gonna get some more wine.
Hey. Why don't you give me a
hand over here, little brother?
MADDIE: (sighs) Just got the baby down.
(whispers): Out here.
You keep your wine outside?
What the hell were you thinking?
Uh, I don't know.
We were having dinner
and he asked about you.
Asked what?
Asked about Maddie, and Jee-Yun.
And I don't know, I just blurted it out.
"You should come to America.
Visit your granddaughter."
And it never occurred
to you after dinner
the next day or during
the -hour flight
that you could call me?
sh**t me a text or an email,
send a carrier pigeon?
I didn't tell you because
I knew what you'd say.
- Yeah. "No."
- Exactly.
Better to beg for forgiveness
than ask for permission.
God, I taught you too well.
Look at that.
Almost looks like a family, doesn't it?
Is it so bad to be all together?
Look, there's no good that can come
from Pop being back
in my life. Okay, Albert?
Then keep him out.
We're just visiting anyway.
Hey, hey, hey.
(sighs)
I'm glad you came.
Well... as long as you're happy.
What's that they say,
about becoming a parent?
It stops being about you?
You may not want a father,
but Jee-Yun deserves a grandfather.
(door closes)
CARRIE: We don't call you an addict
and we don't subscribe to the
idea that you have a disease.
Drug use is a continuum of behaviors.
And we recognize that living
with it requires
a non-judgmental
and non-coercive approach.
Safer use, managed use.
Abstinence.
These are the tools in the toolbox.
Cool.
- So I can manage it from home.
- ATHENA: No.
You cannot.
Your mother's right, Jada.
And that's why you're here.
TREY: That's why we're all here.
To meet you wherever
you're at, be it halfway
or only part of the way.
So, can you get her clean?
Again, Mrs. Grier,
"clean" somehow denotes that she's dirty
and we don't deal with
those kinds of absolutes.
(exhales)
Why don't we show you the place
and what we can do?
Can I get a tour of my own?
You know what?
Tamara can show you around.
She was just like you a few months ago
and now she helps
others find a new path.
(Jada sighs)
I was here a couple of times
before I finally found a way
to get myself on solid ground.
How long did that take you?
Well, this garden
is a great place to chill.
Cool.
So I get to come out here
and pop off, right?
He said you guys would meet me halfway.
If all you're thinking about is using,
then you're not living.
So the more I use,
the more my mom's got to pay?
I don't think you're getting
the point of this place.
We're trying to get you to live with it,
not fight against it.
The only thing I'm fighting is my mom.
CARRIE: She can absolutely start today.
The facility has beds
and there's one open.
And no one will know
that Jada's here, Mrs. Grier.
We're very private. Very exclusive.
Oh. "Exclusive."
I have a friend who runs a hedge fund.
He likes to say,
"That's French for expensive."
CARRIE: Well, if you
know the finance world,
then you know the value
of a good investment.
An investment in your daughter's future.
Well, I like investments
that get results.
So... how much is this going to cost me?
Here you go.
BOBBY: $,?
- Are they kidding?
- Definitely not kidding.
Also, definitely not taking insurance.
All that money and they
still get three times
as many complaints
as any other facility,
more than any of those places in Malibu,
and they already have five
deaths in the last year.
But they haven't been investigated?
Mm. They get away with it every time.
When someone ODs in a place like this,
it's almost considered routine.
And she actually said they'd
let you use on the premises?
Uh, not in so many words.
"Harm reduction," she called it.
"Harm reduction."
Then what happened to Wendall?
ATHENA: There's just no way to know.
I mean, very private, very exclusive.
Also very happy to hide behind
patient confidentiality.
I'm sorry, Bobby.
- I've got to get to class in an hour.
- All right.
I'll see you guys later. Good luck.
- Bye.
- Thank you, May.
(sighs)
(door closes)
Maybe this has run its course.
Run its course?
Wendall's family has already filed
a complaint with the state.
Why don't we let them take it from here?
- I can't do that.
- Bobby...
It has been four months.
If you keep hanging on to this...
I have to hang on to something.
I know what it's like
to feel lost like that.
And these people... they prey on it.
Yeah, they profess that they're
gonna lend a helping hand,
and then they do the opposite.
What these people do,
keep the patient addicted
and then they take as much
of their money as they can.
Well, clearly they have
a different approach.
I'm the first to admit a -step
is not for everybody.
Addiction is a hard road
and people have to find their own way,
but that is not what happened here.
We still don't know what happened here.
No, we don't, and I'm not
stopping until we do.
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
Keep going. Keep going. Good.
(thunder rumbling)
Man, that storm's not budging.
I guess that's the thing about
dark clouds though, isn't it?
They hang over you and they don't quit.
I'm okay, Buck.
- Making any progress?
- Probably not.
'Thena said this thing about...
ODs at Winding Path Residence
as being considered routine.
And I'm beginning to wonder
if it's not an old routine.
Uh, you mean like they've
done this before, somewhere else?
BOBBY: Yep.
So I am checking all the states.
Any luck?
Up to Oklahoma, still nothing.
Hey, will you try this for me, please?
Open. Come on.
Pretty good.
Don't give me "pretty good,"
come on, it's not right.
- It-It's missing something.
- Yeah.
Is there a secret ingredient?
I don't know.
There is. Come on, it's me. Spill.
Cocoa powder.
Yeah?
Unsweetened.
- Uh...
- In the cabinet above the sink.
One tablespoon.
Uh, so, hey, what happened
after Wyoming?
BOBBY: I don't know.
Seems like we keep
running into dead ends
no matter which direction we turn.
I'm running out of ideas
and I think my wife might be
running out of patience.
Well, there's an answer out
there and you're gonna find it.
- You seem pretty sure of that.
- BUCK: Hey, come on.
You always helped me figure things out.
Mmm. Like this chili.
Cocoa powder. Yeah. Really.
MAY: Hey, how's he doing?
On shift.
Keeping his mind off
everything, hopefully.
Has it been that bad?
ATHENA: Not that I can see.
But he doesn't always let me see.
(thunder rumbling)
Your stepfather has never been
good with a no-win situation.
And this one is shaping up
to be a real terrible one.
Even Wendall's family
is accepting the story that he OD'd.
Well, maybe we shouldn't, just yet.
Tamara, the girl I met at
Winding Paths Recovery?
ATHENA: Mm-hmm.
She said something that...
got me thinking.
She was a patient there
before she started working the place.
So I made a fake account
as Jada Grier and started
following her on Insta.
She documented her healing journey.
Hmm. Let me guess.
It was all rainbows and sunshine?
And praying hand emojis.
But when I was looking back
at the dates,
I noticed that there was a gap there.
When she was actually in recovery,
probably without her phone.
But that gap covers the day
Bobby found Wendall in that fire.
You guys said that you thought
he d*ed at the facility
and that they moved him to the field.
If that were the case, then...
Then she was there when Wendall d*ed.
So am I the jerk for not
wanting to have a relationship
with my jerk of a father?
Uh, well, when you put it that way...
Albert just shows up with him
out of the blue.
That tracks.
Albert's also not wrong, Chim.
There's no reason why Jee
shouldn't have a good relationship
with her grandfather.
So am I a jerk for having
second thoughts about that, too?
You want to protect her.
Like any parent would.
You know, I got to say...
I'm just glad it's not
the Buckley family
bringing the drama this time.
Your parents were on
their best behavior.
I don't know why, but that's
something new for me to worry about.
Why are you worried about
a lack of drama?
Because it's unnatural, Hen.
Like the two of you down there
tossing that ball.
HEN (scoffs): Okay.
♪ ♪
(thunder rumbling)
How far away are you?
Okay, that's perfect.
And they told me that
Dr. Cohen's on the way.
(gasping) Okay.
Maybe we should call .
What? This isn't an emergency.
Sounds like one.
(groans)
Sergei. Sergei?
Just get me to the hospital,
we're gonna be fine.
(groaning): My water already broke.
I'm pretty well dilated.
And this is not my first rodeo.
My second, actually.
Lady, I don't know how to deliver child.
We-we are going to be fine...!
(screaming)
(moaning)
Just a contraction.
My wife, my wife has our actual car.
And she's in Orange County
and I just need to get
to the hospital...
so she can meet us there!
(moaning)
It's just a contraction scream,
not a scream-scream.
Okay, I pull over and call ambulance.
No, Sergei, listen to me!
♪ Whoo! ♪
You know the way to the hospital.
And if you don't, follow the nav.
Now, we are going to sit back,
and we are, we are gonna breathe.
We're not gonna push until we're ready.
You're a five-star driver, Sergei.
Never forget that.
Come on. Oh...
Breathe with me.
Breathe with me, in through your nose.
Out through your mouth. (exhales)
Good, good, good, good, good.
In through your nose.
- Out through your mouth.
- (Sergei exhales)
♪ Knock on wood ♪
♪ Baby ♪
♪ Whoo, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh... ♪
(screaming)
_
_
...and longitude .
with an estimated search radius
of meters.
(siren wailing)
(thunder rumbling)
All right, guys, let's go!
Let's move, let's move!
Okay, let's go, let's knock
that fire down.
LAFD. Can anyone hear me?
♪ ♪
Okay, clear!
Clear.
Sir. Sir, can you hear me?
Lightning set off airbags.
Help them first.
Them?
Hen, Chim, driver just
lost consciousness.
Need you over here!
Ma'am? Ma'am, can you hear me?
Buck, other side!
Passenger is pregnant, unconscious!
Grabbing saw!
♪ ♪
(creaking)
HEN: Looks like the lightning strike
messed up his seat belt retention, too.
Steering wheel crushed him pretty good.
(creaking, crunching)
- Paradoxical chest movement.
- Flail chest?
If we don't get him out of here,
we're gonna be
playing pick-up-sticks with his ribs.
(metallic creaking)
- Anything?
- HEN: Nothing.
Let's try for a compression needle.
Right here.
Unless we can get him out now.
We need that saw, Buck!
Get out the way!
(grunting)
(gas dripping)
Saw's a no-go, too many sparks!
- The old-fashioned way.
- Damn it.
♪ ♪
Let's go, guys!
Let's get that door open!
Wait, guys. Stop!
Stop, stop! Stop! Guys, stop!
The umbilical cord is out, I...
Chim!
Could the baby have... been ejected?
Yeah, if she was dilated enough.
All right, guys, let's get her out.
Gently. Let's open that door.
♪ ♪
We're good.
- (metallic creaking)
- (moaning)
We got her.
I need you not to move.
And whatever you do,
- don't push.
- Trying not to!
Easy, easy.
But I don't think it's up to me!
(screaming)
Okay. You're okay.
- (screaming)
- Umbilical cord is out!
Lift it up, Cap! That's
the main blood supply!
All right.
You got two, maybe three minutes
before the baby is brain-dead.
Okay, it's up.
It's okay, we got you.
We got you. Just breathe.
HEN: There's no time to extricate.
- We got to do this now.
- Hen.
Chim! Need you over here!
I got this. Go.
- CHIMNEY: Coming!
- Come on, come on.
I need a backboard and a gurney in here!
(screaming)
All right, ma'am, I need to massage
the outside of your uterus,
make sure you don't hemorrhage.
- Where's the baby?
- They're working on it.
Try to breathe.
I got it, I got the baby.
♪ ♪
- ELY: Where's the baby?
- Get that backboard in here!
(screaming)
His leg is jammed. Buck!
I need you back here!
- BUCK: Coming now!
- (screaming)
One, two, three.
(gasping)
(grunting)
I got it.
(screaming)
Okay.
BOBBY: Stick the Halligan
up there, gently.
♪ ♪
Okay.
- You got it?
- Yeah.
Okay, slow. Okay, Buck.
Come on. Come on, come on, come on.
CHIMNEY: Get that in here.
(gasping)
We got him back!
BOBBY: All right, come on, guy.
Come on, buddy. Come on.
(grunting) Okay, Buck. Hold on.
- Nice and easy, nice and easy.
- I know it hurts to breathe.
But I need you to push through.
Until the medication kicks in, okay?
(grunting): Come on, come on.
Yeah, all right,
his leg is free, I got him.
It's a boy.
I'm gonna get you out of here.
Come on. Let's get him out.
- (moaning)
- (clamoring)
I can't tell if he's breathing,
but he's not crying.
ELY: Where's my baby?
BOBBY: You got that clamp?
- Get this cord up.
- I got it, I got it.
Get that cord.
- Cord is clamped.
- All right.
One, two, three!
(moaning, gasping)
(indistinct chatter)
- (gasping, moaning)
- Just hold on, okay?
Try to breathe. That's it.
Yes, there you go.
He's not crying.
Let's see here.
- Okay.
- Let's spin her.
(sobbing)
Try to breathe, ma'am, try to breathe.
(Ely sobbing)
(sobbing)
He's not crying.
(sobbing)
BOBBY: Hold on a second. Come on.
Come on. Come on, kid.
- Cry.
- (crying)
There we go. There we go.
- (baby crying)
- (sobbing)
- Okay. Okay, kid.
- Come on, come on.
Oh... welcome to the world, kid.
- All right, Buck, you ready?
- Yeah.
All right, I got him. I got you.
- I got you, I got you.
- (crying)
It's all good. I got you.
It's okay. It's okay, little buddy.
- It's okay.
- (crying)
- Hey, you ready?
- Yeah.
Here you go, Cap.
(baby crying)
Come on. Come on.
CHIMNEY: Here he comes. Here he comes.
- (laughs)
- Okay. Where's Mom?
Ma'am...
I would like to introduce you
to your baby boy.
Here you go.
- (sobbing)
- Okay.
(indistinct chatter)
- (sobbing)
- (baby crying)
♪ ♪
(laughing)
(baby crying)
♪ ♪
(crying echoes)
(indistinct chatter)
Tamara, right?
Hey, uh, what are you doing here?
Can't a girl get some flowers?
Sure.
Oh, man, I'm so late, I got to go.
Can we talk?
I'm still trying
to figure some stuff out.
You should talk to Carrie and Trey.
I don't really trust those guys.
- You should find another place then.
- Why?
Because so many people
have d*ed at yours?
Are you some kind of cop or something?
What do you want from me?
One of those people
who d*ed was a friend.
His name was Wendall.
He... he OD'd.
In a field. He was smoking...
Wendall didn't smoke.
You know that.
You were in the same program as him.
What else do you know?
Tamara, someone I love,
someone who's in recovery
got addicted to pain pills and booze
because of a back injury.
He likes to say it wasn't
because of his back.
It was what he was carrying around.
He couldn't get right
until he let it go.
Don't you want to let it go?
Ah, hey, sorry I'm late. (sighs)
- (thunder crashes)
- CHIMNEY: Oh, good, Buck's here.
Maybe he brought a big t*nk
of knock-out gas
and everyone will sleep until
it's time to fly home.
Okay, I got food.
Close enough. I'll get the plates.
- I'm gonna check on the baby.
- Okay.
Okay...
- Ah.
- (phone chimes)
(grunts)
Uh, Albert, hey, check this out.
You brought more than takeout.
Well, uh, Chimney didn't tell you?
Yeah, that I've been gone
less than a year
and you're a father now? No.
Uh, no, not-not exactly.
- But that's a...
- Baby.
Buck...?
Is there something you need to tell us?
Oh! You're gonna be an uncle again!
Oh! Phillip! Maddie and Howard
are gonna have another baby!
- What?
- PHILLIP: That's fantastic!
I had a feeling when
you bought this house.
I mean, it's a little soon
to be pregnant again, but...
Why not?!
- (laughter)
- This is very good news, Howard.
- Why didn't you tell us sooner?
- Uh, guys...
Guys, we're... not pregnant.
- You're not?
- No.
Then who is?
Uh, it belongs to a friend of mine.
An old roommate.
And it's a boy.
Well, how nice. He sent you a sonogram.
Well, actually,
I helped him get pregnant.
Him and his wife, they
were having trouble conceiving
and they asked me
to be their sperm donor.
And you said yes?
So you're the father?
I'm the donor.
Connor is the father.
I think it's...
Here we go.
...great.
Uh, yeah?
You're a miracle baby yourself, Buck.
Why not share it?
(laughing): Okay.
Uh, here. Dad, you want to see?
- Oh, absolutely.
- SANG: Phillip.
You are going to allow this?
It's not really for me to allow.
A man cannot raise a child
fathered by another man, it's unnatural.
Says the expert in child-rearing, huh?
I would think you would
relate to Buck's decision.
Father them and let
someone else raise them.
- Howie.
- BUCK: Whoa, Chim.
It's-it's okay.
A man who cannot control
his family is not a man.
Maybe a man who's too
controlling forces his sons
to hide from him in another country.
- Okay, easy. Come on, Dad.
- SANG: Children need to learn
that actions have consequences.
I'm sorry, but how is any
of this your business?
He did announce it to everyone.
Well, that wasn't exactly my choice.
It was a bad choice.
- Oh, that's rich.
- (overlapping arguing)
(thunder rumbling)
- (arguing continues)
- (electricity crackles)
CHIMNEY: Buck, grab some
candles, we got the doors.
(murmuring)
Tell me again about your
brilliant idea to make a family.
MARGARET: Honey...?
♪ ♪
Aww.
Did the thunder scare you, honey?
No, it was the yelling.
What you doing?
Baseball stuff.
What kind of stuff?
I'm learning a lot about stats.
- It's really complicated.
- HEN: It shouldn't be.
You have a good mind
for math and science.
You guys don't want me to play, do you?
Denny... er, D.
We love that you want to try new stuff.
Just feels like it...
came out of nowhere.
We're just a little
surprised, that's all.
I thought you liked surprises.
Your mama, yes. Me? Not so much.
Especially when it means that...
you're growing up too fast.
(chuckles softly)
Sorry, Dad.
Hey. Was that your mother?
Yeah.
Look, D...
I know what you're gonna say.
We have to tell them, but not yet.
All right, all right.
Then when are we gonna meet up
and break in that new glove?
How about tomorrow?
Tomorrow... Okay.
Dance with me.
(giggling)
(laughter)
I, uh, apologize.
It was not my place.
It's all right, I...
shouldn't have fired back so hard.
MYUNG: Children should always bring joy.
- MARGARET: Yes.
- (Jee-Yun laughs)
Was that an actual apology
that just came out of his mouth?
There's a lot about him you don't know.
I appreciate what you're trying
to do, Albert, but...
But what?
You're just gonna continue
to push him away?
- It's not healthy.
- My health is fine.
He came all the way here.
No, he didn't.
You brought him here, remember?
It's not the same thing.
- (Jee-Yun giggling)
- (indistinct chatter)
(Jee-Yun laughing)
(thunder rumbling)
I think maybe Albert was right.
Oh, I wouldn't say that out loud.
(laughing)
- (laughter)
- (thunder rumbling)
Ever think about what it
might've been like...?
MADDIE: What?
If Daniel had lived.
Yeah, sometimes. You?
Hey. Oh, yes.
MARGARET: Woo-hoo, thank you!
I think it would've been just like this.
(indistinct chatter)
(laughter)
(sirens wailing)
- Well, the rain finally started.
- BUCK: It's weird,
but it-it kind of ended up
being a really nice night.
It kind of felt like we were
an actual family.
You are an actual family.
It never felt that way before.
So maybe you've all made
some progress there?
That's good.
Life's too short to take those
relationships for granted.
Sounds like your family had your back
on the whole donation thing.
That's definitely progress.
BUCK: Well, they, uh...
They totally thought
that was an idiotic decision.
They just weren't gonna
let Chimney's dad
have the last word on anything.
(siren wailing)
Chim. I know you don't want
to hear this, but...
You think I need to work
things out with my old man.
I think you need to talk to him.
What's the difference?
There is literally nothing he can say
to make amends
for a lifetime of absence.
This isn't about what he has to say.
It's about what you need to say.
He hurt you, Chim. Repeatedly.
You tend to gloss over it
with these pithy one-liners...
Hey, I love my pithy one-liners.
But I know that pain.
And how deeply it runs.
One of the many things
we have in common.
Crappy fathers.
I don't know if my father
ever really understood
how much his leaving hurt me.
And I never had the chance to tell him.
But I've always wondered if it
would've made a difference.
That maybe if I had...
shown him my pain,
then it would let me release it.
I'd be opening up
a really old wound, Hen.
Sometimes, those things don't
stitch back together so well.
You'll survive.
Just make him hear you.
While there's still time.
(thunder crashing)
♪ ♪
(sirens wailing)
Okay, Hendrix, Meyers, Perez!
Start evacuating the building!
Chimney, Buck, Eddie.
You guys are on ladder duty.
I want you to get up to that
window and hit it. Let's go!
♪ ♪
(whirring)
Hey. Where do you think you're going?
I got this.
No way, you got the last one.
Didn't realize you were keeping track.
Come on, Chim, it's me.
I'm always keeping track.
- All right, cowboy, go get 'em.
- All right.
BOY: Help!
We're gonna cross the street, folks.
♪ ♪
(electrical buzzing)
All right, come on, let's go, this way.
Out of the building,
out of the building!
(electrical buzzing)
The hell is that?
♪ ♪
Buck!
Clear the area! I'm bringing her back!
Move back. Everybody!
Move back!
- Buck!
- BOBBY: Mayday, Mayday, Mayday.
This is Captain Nash, .
We have a firefighter down
at the MacArthur Park apartment fire.
Need additional task force
and rescue immediately.
Buck!
Come on, Buck. Hold on, buddy.
Buck!
(grunting)
Ah!
Can you hear me?!
Buck!
We need more slack!
More slack coming up!
(groaning)
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!
Back it up, back it up! Let's go!
Take over!
BOBBY: Stop! Stop, stop, stop!
Come here, kid.
Come here.
I got him. I got him.
Okay, bring that gurney
over here, let's go.
- CHIMNEY: I need a Lifepak!
- Come on, let's go, let's go, let's go!
I got his head!
Get the Lifepak on!
Get him on.
- Let's get him down.
- All right.
♪ ♪
Buck! Buck!
No pulse.
Get that Lifepak ready!
HEN: It doesn't make sense to shock him.
He's in full cardiac arrest.
Starting compressions.
Get that Lifepak off!
(grunting)
Come on, Buck.
Come on, Buck. Come on, man.
Come on, Buck!
- Come on, Buck, come on!
- BOBBY: All right, Chim.
- Chim, we got to move.
- (clamoring)
Eddie, Eddie, you're driving, get off.
CHIMNEY: Get him in!
BOBBY: Dispatch, this is Captain .
We have a firefighter down,
struck by lightning,
unresponsive, three minutes out.
♪ ♪
(siren wailing)
♪ ♪
(thunder crashing)