04x16 - A House Divided

[bunniefuu]

We should be hiking right now.

This is so embarrassing.

It's not embarrassing.
You have a bagel cut.

It's the most common kitchen injury.

We used to see 'em
all the time in New York.

Yeah, except I wasn't cutting a bagel.

I was trying to empty
the stupid dishwasher.

OWEN STRAND: And that's what
you get for unloading a dishwasher

that belongs to somebody else
when you're the one on vacation.

Ah.

I hate this stupid tremor, Owen.
I hate it.

My daughter is on the verge
of making varsity.

And I keep having to make excuses

as to why I can't play catch
with her anymore.

You haven't told her?

No. Only my wife knows.

(sighs) I tried to tell
my girls a few times,

but one week, you know,
Yvonne has tryouts and...

and Hannah got the lead
in the school play.

- I just didn't wanna...
- Blow up their world.

Yes.

Yeah, I had the same thing
when they diagnosed me

with lung cancer.

Wait, you had, you had lung cancer?

Yeah. And they told me to
get my affairs in order.

But after a little chemo,

actually a lot of chemo
and some surgery,

four years later, I'm still here.

So, you never know.

I do know.

Huntington's is not cancer.

There's no chemo.

There's no treatment.

It is a vicious, unrelenting
descent to the end.

(sighs) My wife and I are already

starting to make preparations
for what's to come.

And if you have the gene, Owen,

so should you.

("Love Will Keep Us Together"
by Captain & Tennille playing)

GIRL: You can try it if you want.

♪ Love ♪

CLARA: They're top-of-the-line,

barely used, and a steal for bucks.

Oh, uh, can you excuse us
for just one second?

- What?
- Seriously? bucks?

I mean, we bought that thing
on our honeymoon for $.

Vic, we agreed
everything has to go, right?

And what's the point of getting
sentimental about our honeymoon?

We're divorced.

VIC: At least try for .

Even the Peterson girl's
making more than we are

and she's selling lemonade.

Lemonade in a heat wave.
Supply and demand?

Nobody wants our old crap
or our old life.

QUINCY: I do.

Why do we have to leave?

(sighs) Oh, honey.

We talked about this.

Mommy and Daddy can't be together.

Not like we used to.

Good. You fought too much.

Don't fight and we can stay.

Why don't you go play while Daddy and I

take care of some stuff, okay?

♪ Talkin' me down Hear with your heart ♪

I put out some chalk on the sidewalk.

- Okay.
- ♪ Just stop, stop ♪

♪ 'Cause I really love you ♪

Ooh. Practically never used, only .

♪ Look in my heart ♪

♪ And let love keep us together ♪

MAN: What are you drawing?

My family.

Nice.

That's my mommy,
that's my daddy, and that's me.

So why do you look so sad?

They got a divorce. We have to move.

And you don't want to.

♪ When the others turn you off ♪

Thank you.

- How'd you do?
- Thirty-five.

(Vic sputters)

Where's Quincy?

What do you mean?
He was on the sidewalk.

Uh, he...

was right there. Quincy?

- Quincy?
- VIC: Quince? Quincy?

Hey, Quincy? I'll check the house.

Has anyone seen a little boy?
He's six years old.

Have you seen a little boy? Quincy!

_

_

This is him. Quincy. He's six.

CARLOS REYES: When was
the last time you saw your son

before you noticed he was missing?

About , minutes.

I told him to-to go draw.
He-he was right here.

Did you see him talking
to anyone? Strangers?

Uh, there's been strangers
tromping through our yard all day.

Did you check inside the house?

Uh, yes. He didn't go in
there. Uh, the power's shut off

and it's over degrees in the house.

And you don't think
he might have run away?

CLARA: Quincy wouldn't run away.

He didn't wanna leave the house at all.

Alright. Can you tell me
what he was wearing?

Uh... I don't remember.

(voice breaking)
How can I not remember that?

CLARA: Uh, the blue shirt

uh, with the, with
the white and red stripes.

(voice breaking) It's his favorite.

He's in, he's in black shorts and, uh...

Red sneakers with white shoelaces?

Yes. How did you know that?

You said he didn't wanna leave?

Maybe he didn't.

Hey, buddy. There he is.

Quincy! You scared us so much.

- Quincy?
- VIC: Oh, buddy.

CLARA: Oh, my God, he's burning up!

He's burning up.

Dispatch, this is ---H-
We need Rescue ASAP.

We located the child,
but he's unconscious.

Possibly from heatstroke.

Okay. Copy you. They're on the way.

But my nearest RA unit
is minutes out.

Negative, dispatch.
I don't have minutes.

Okay. We need to get him
in some cold water

to cool his body temperature
down. You near a tub?

How about a kiddy pool?

Yeah, if it's got water in it.

Boats, boats!

VIC: Come on, buddy. Wake up, buddy.

- Alright, Grace, he's in.
- Okay, good. Do you have a pulse?

I'm checking.

GRACE RYDER (on
phone): How cold's the water?

It's lukewarm.

GRACE: Okay, yeah, it's not cold enough.

CLARA: I think he stopped breathing.

Grace, he-he's lost pulse.

Okay, we gotta start CPR.

Either of you know CPR?

- Yeah, I do.
- Alright.

Start compressions right now.

Officer Reyes,
can you tell me what's going on?

Officer Reyes, you copy?

♪ ♪

Watch out, watch out.

(gasps) Quincy!

- Mom?
- Oh, baby.

(whimpering) I thought I lost you.

I'm sorry I hid. I didn't wanna leave.

VIC: So you hid in the wardrobe?

What if we'd sold it?

Mommy said nobody was gonna pay

good money for that piece of junk.

(all chuckle)

(knock on door)

- Hey, Dad.
- OWEN: Hey.

TK STRAND: Where's Uncle Robert?

Uh, he's resting.

You all had a big day?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, big enough.

Oh.

Cracked open the old man's journal.

Yeah. It's pretty cool
getting to know him like this.

Your father, he was
a pretty interesting guy.

Was he?

Oh, right. You didn't really
know him that well, did you?

No.

No, not at all.

I have an image from when I was

of him getting smaller through a window

as my mother drove us away.

(clicks tongue) And he's been
shrinking in my life ever since.

Wow. That's complicated.

Yeah.

So, um, your Uncle Robert is ill.

What do you mean?

He's got Huntington's disease.

Since when?

I don't know. I think he was
diagnosed a month ago.

I didn't see any symptoms at dinner.

OWEN: He hides it well.
But he's got tremors and...

cognitive issues, and...

it's progressing rapidly.

And he drove himself
halfway across the country?

I know. That's why I put Judd
in charge of the firehouse.

I'm gonna drive him back to California.

Dad, uh...

Huntington's disease is hereditary.

Does he know which parent
carried the gene?

His Dad. My-my dad.

My grandfather.

Yeah, I guess I didn't
get to that part yet.

You know, your dad...
sure was a son of a bitch.

He ignored us his entire life,
and now this.

If he had it, we might have it.

Possibly.

(TK sighs)

Wow. Um...

Dad, I'm... about to get married.

OWEN: Yeah, I know.

TK: Should I postpone
it? Do I call it off?

No. No. You're not gonna
postpone anything.

You're just gonna
move forward with your life.

Dad, I-I can't marry Carlos

knowing that I have a death
sentence hanging over my head.

Son, we all have a death sentence

hanging over our heads.

Listen, I just got tested.

I'll have the results in hours.

And if you're clear...

Then you're good.

You know, you could have just waited

for a negative result
and just kept it to yourself.

Son, when it comes to you,
I am done hiding things.

'Cause the truth of it is, I need
you as much as you need me.

♪♪

- TREVOR PARKS: Three words.
- Uh... Hi, bye...

- Hi and bye.
- The Beatles!

No, that's two words.

Um, hi? Bye?

Which. Women?

- Uh... Baby!
- JUDD RYDER: Her?

- Baby!
- LeAnn Rimes!

- TREVOR: What's going on, baby?
- JUDD: Baby!

"Bye, Bye, Baby" by Justin Timberlake!

- (bell rings)
- Okay, no.

Sorry, guys. Time's up.

And, sweetheart,
"Bye Bye Bye" was NSYNC.

Alright, so what was it? What was it?

“Hasta La Vista, Baby.”

- Ay, no.
- Wyatt.

Hey, you said three words.

Yeah, la. La is an article.

- An article... is a word.
- WYATT: What?

(group laughing)

You ought not have dropped outta school.

- That's your son.
- (laughter)

Alright, well, somebody
call the fire department

because you all went down in flames.

TREVOR: I knew it was coming.

I knew it was coming.

GRACE: Alright.
Who wants some more wine?

- Yes, please. (laughs)
- Yes, I know you do. Come on.

Leigh Ann, you want
some sparkling cider?

Sorry, guys, so... That one's on me.

TREVOR: It's alright.
Don't worry about it.

Hey, so your dad tells us
that you joined the academy.

- How's that going?
- It's, uh, it's going okay.

Babe, it's going a lot better than okay.

Wait, uh, did he tell you
about his, uh, ladder drill time?

..

What?

Well, that's impressive.

Even though I don't know
what that consists of.

- Oh.
- (laughter)

It's feet straight up
with pounds of gear on.

And when I was at the academy,
the best time was, like, ..

Wow. Well, that sounds like
you're breaking records, Wyatt.

No, uh, I'm just training
like my dad taught me.

You know, some running, cycling, mostly.

A little bit of boxing.

And using up all of our trash bags.

- (laughter)
- GRACE: Trash bags? What?

Okay, so what I do, I put, I
put it over my workout gear.

I also learned that from my dad.

It's good for heat conditioning.

Also goes well with everything.

- (laughter)
- I mean, that's my boy.

He's already been
getting calls from captains

trying to recruit him to
their houses after he graduates.

Ooh. Hey, which houses?

Uh, Captain Andrews at

and then Captain Jeffries at .

Well, how about, um,
Captain Ryder from the ?

- What?
- What are you doing?

- Captain Ryder? Congrats.
- No. No, no, no.

She's teasing me a little bit
'cause I-I'm acting captain

because Owen had to go to California

- for some family stuff, but that's it.
- Ahh.

I-I swear, every time he leaves
me in charge of that place,

I'm scared to death that
she's gonna burn to the ground.

Judd, come on. That only
happened that one time.

- Ha, ha.
- GRACE: Tommy.

- Stop, okay?
- TOMMY VEGA: What?

I'm gonna have to spend
the rest of the night

reassuring my husband.

Oh, no. He knows I'm kidding.

The house couldn't be in better hands.

You are an excellent captain, Judd.

- Thank you, T.
- (drinks clinking)

And a terrible charades player.

Aah. Well...

- (Tommy clears throat)
- (Judd sighs)

Them sounds like fightin' words.

So why don't we see
what kinda Pictionary...

- Pictionary game y'all got.
- (cell phone dings)

- LEIGH ANN: Okay.
- GRACE: Yes, sir.

- JUDD: Not even.
- Oh! Uh...

A table just opened up at
Ferraccia's for this Thursday.

I've been trying to get
a reservation there for months.

I have seconds to say yes, so...

Guys, listen, they have a linguine dish

that's supposed to be to die for.

- Squid ink. Thursday?
- GRACE: Yes.

Let's do it. Yes.

Wyatt, what are y'all doing Thursday?

- Oh. Uh...
- Maybe.

- Yeah, I think we're available.
- Great.

Y'all can babysit.
Reverend, we're in, baby boy.

(all exclaiming)

Alright, so dispatch says that
we got a commercial paper mill

with a partial involvement.

Paper? So a tinderbox on a good day.

It looks like a bad day.

MARJAN MARWANI: They
say how many are inside?

No, we didn't get a head count yet,

but we got about
a dozen of 'em out already.

So, look, it's gonna be
pretty thin until backup gets in,

so let's get Marwani,
Strickland, Chavez inside.

- Y'all head up search and rescue.
- MARJAN: Yes, sir.

JUDD: Stay light on your toes.

Alright, y'all, Ricardo, Gallagher,

let's get some att*ck lines
up and going now.

Alright, there's triage.

Let's check 'em
for possible smoke inhalation.

MARJAN: This way is clear.

FIREFIGHTER: We got two more coming out.

- MAN: Move 'em out!
- This way. Keep moving.

Hey, how we doin' in there?

PAUL STRICKLAND (over radio):
Checking the back offices now.

Well, let's hustle it up.

That's it. Nice deep breaths, sir.

Nancy, prep more O.

- Copy.
- Please, you gotta help.

My best friend Jimmy's stuck inside.

When the fire alarm went off,

he tried to shut down the roller press.

He got caught in it.

FD's are still sweeping the bravo side.

Please. He's hurt bad.

Captain Ryder, we have a worker

that's trapped in the
press room. East side.

The is en route, and
they're gonna fly in for extrication.

Copy that. But I'm taking my team in

for urgent medical care.

- Send help when you can.
- Alright. Copy.

But watch your back 'cause we
ain't got this fire on a leash yet.

Marwani, what's the status report?

MARJAN: We evacuated the
control room and the sheeters.

We're moving to the Charlie side.

- TOMMY: Jimmy?
- NANCY GILLIAN: Austin EMS!

TK: Cap, he's right here.

Jimmy? Hey.

I'm Tommy.

We're here to help, okay?

(straining) Did everybody... get out?

My team?

TOMMY: Yeah, everybody got out.

How... bad is it?

Oh, we're gonna
take a look right now, okay?

TK, tourniquet that arm.

Nancy, get the LIFEPAK on him.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

- (Jimmy breathing heavy)
- NANCY: Cap, heart's racing.

BP's over and dropping fast.

(monitor beeping)

Judd, I've got a patient here
who's bleeding internally.

What's the ETA?

We're still waiting on the .

MATEO CHAVEZ: Dryers are clear.

PAUL: The back office is clear, too.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what is that?

MARJAN: Cap? What do you call

a big, angry machine in the pulp room?

Oh, that's gotta be the digester.

There's wood chips, there's
all manner of chemicals in there.

MARJAN: Well, I don't think
it should be making this noise.

Let me hear it.

(rattling and rumbling)

(rattling intensifies)

Alright, pull your teams
outta there now.

That thing's fixin' to blow.
Mayday, mayday, mayday.

All firefighters evacuate
the building immediately.

We got fires that are
overheating a chemical process.

I got a mayday.

All AFD evacuate immediately. Out.

Okay, listen, both of you, evacuate.

Get outta the building.
Find Captain Ryder.

Tell him I need help
to extricate this patient.

- Cap.
- Now!

JUDD: Where's ?

WOMAN (over radio):
All personnel clear, IC.

Uh, Marwani, what's your ?

MARJAN: I'm right here, Cap.

- Building's clear, man.
- Hey.

Y'all gotta move that triage back.

- Where's Tommy?
- She's still in there.

- She ordered us out.
- JUDD: Yeah.

I gave the order
for everybody to get out.

Her patient is stuck in the machine.

She needs help with extrication.

Captain Vega, you hear me?

Yeah, Judd, I'm here.

I gave the evacuation order.
You gotta get out.

(sighs) Judd, I got a pulse.

Damn it, Vega.

Marwani, you're in charge
till I come outta there.

- Well, where are you going?
- Inside.

Alright, everybody, back up.

- Hang in there.
- Tommy, we gotta get outta here.

There's no time for this.

What are we doing? What do we doing?

TOMMY: We're gonna
need more than a Halligan.

(Judd grunts)

Damn it.

We gotta go.
We don't have time for this.

Come on, come on. We gotta go.

What, are you... you gonna
have a field amputation?

Yes! If I leave him here, he dies.

Wha... How-how long does that take?

It takes as long as it takes.

Move.

(intense music)

(thwack)

MARJAN: Alright, everybody back.

- PAUL: You heard her. Back up!
- JUDD: Move, move, move!

Fall back! Fall back! Fall back!

(people screaming)

♪♪

(inhales and exhales deeply)

Hey, T.

Hey, Juddie.

Would you want,
would you wanna talk about

what just happened out there?

What's there to talk about?

We lost someone in the field.
It happens.

No, I don't... That's not...
That's not exactly what I mean.

Oh. Uh...

What do you mean?

JUDD: Well...

I called that mayday.

Yeah.

Obviously-obviously, and I gave,

I gave the order
to evacuate the building.

You-you didn't hear it?

I heard it. Yeah.

So why didn't you evacuate?

Um...

I was trying to save a man's life.

No, I know. I get that. I-I just mean...

I got this after-action report
that I gotta fill out,

I'm just wondering, you know,
what do I put?

Whatever you have to.

I suppose.

I feel uncomfortable doing this

'cause we've been friends for so long.

I ain't... trying to pull rank here.

Hmm. Well, that would be hard to do

since we have the same rank.

I mean... T, come on.
You know what I mean.

No, I'm-I'm not sure I do.

As fire captain...

Right? You get to call the sh*ts
on how to best put out a fire.

As a paramedic captain,

I decide how best
to treat an injured patient.

And them two things
don't always line up, right?

On this call,

I was the incident commander.

- TOMMY: Hmm.
- JUDD: Alright?

So that means that my duty

is to protect everybody
in that building.

And it's my duty to protect my patient.

And I wasn't going to leave him to die.

But he did die, Tommy.

And it's by the grace of God

that you and I didn't go with
him when the building blew.

I didn't ask you to go back in there.

Well, personally, I'm glad that I did.

You want me to say I'm sorry?

No, I ain't fishin' for an apology here.

I... What I-I want is
I wanna have the confidence

that that ain't gonna happen again

the next time we're out on a call.

Well, I can't predict the future.

Yeah, I can't either.

Let me put it this way, then.

What I would like
is to have some confidence

that my goddaughters' mama's
gonna make it home to them.

Especially since they
just lost their daddy.

You know what?

You don't get to play that card with me.

I'm not tryna pull a card on you, I...

I just... I just wanna talk

- for a minute...
- Yeah, okay, uh...

I'm done with this conversation.

- Hey, babe. Did you wait up?
- Hey.

Uh, no, I just... I couldn't sleep.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Um, how's, how was your shift?

Uneventful. Which is an event in itself.

You want a water?

No, I'm okay.

I was waiting up.

CARLOS: You were?

Yeah. I-I don't know why...
I said everything was okay,

because it's, um...

it's not.

TK, what's wrong?

It-it might be nothing, but...

if it is something...

then it's pretty bad.

Okay, you're officially
starting to freak me out.

My Uncle Robert
has Huntington's disease.

Huntington's.

That's a neurological condition,
isn't it?

It's neurodegenerative.

There's no coming back from it,

and, um, it's hereditary.

But your, your uncle and
your dad are only half-brothers.

It's on my dad's side of the family.

♪♪

Is there a way to test for it?

Um...

Yeah, my dad's waiting
for his test results.

It should take, like, a day or two.

And what are the chances?

Well, it's / for my dad.

And if he's clear, I'm clear.

And if he's not?

Then it's a flip of a coin for me.

Wow. Um...

(exhales) Okay.

And what are the symptoms exactly?

Well, aside from
the cognitive stuff, um...

there's trouble walking,

eating,

talking,

breathing.

Everything sort of starts shutting down.

That's a lot to process.

I know.

That's why I, uh...

I just want you to know that I have...

zero expectations.

I don't want this to be a death sentence

for the both of us, okay?

What does that mean?

It means that...

you don't have to worry about anything.

And I don't expect you
to go through with the wedding.

Why wouldn't I go through
with the wedding?

Did you not hear anything
I just said, Carlos?

I don't wanna be your
responsibility to take care of,

to feed, to bathe.

Well, that one doesn't sound so bad.

What about taking me to the bathroom?

This isn't a joke, Carlos, okay?

I'm not taking it as a joke, baby.

In sickness and in health, right?

That's what we're going for.

No matter what the future holds,
we'll face it together, TK.

Yeah, but you might be
going through it alone,

because as it progresses,

I might not remember anything.

(voice breaking) I might not
even remember who you are.

Then I'll just have to introduce
myself to you every day.

I'll say, "Hi."

"You're TK.

"I'm Carlos.

And we're soul mates."

Soul mate?

(sniffles) I've never
heard you say that before.

It's true.

How long have you thought that?

Since the first night I took you home.

Me, too.

What?

You're such a liar.

You couldn't
get out of there fast enough.

(slight chuckle)

(sniffles)

Why do you think I ran?

Well, I'm not running, TK.

I'm right here.

No matter what, baby.

♪♪

(mouths) Come here.

(TK sniffles)

♪♪

NANCY: Can you pass me
some small-suction catheters?

Sure. Do you think Cap is
ever gonna leave her office?

Not until the next tone
goes off, I'm guessing.

- That was a pretty rough call.
- Yeah.

- ASHA FULTON: Hello.
- Hey, Asha.

- Hi. Hey.
- Hey, Paul.

Your lady friend's here.

Yo, Asha. Hey.

What a nice surprise.

No, I'm pretty sure it's not.

(knock on door)

Captain Vega, not sure
if you remember me,

but I am Asha Fulton

from the Professional Standards Division

of AFD Internal Affairs.

HR.

If you like.

Not really.

Do you have a moment?

Sure. Yeah. Have a seat.

This is about
the paper mill fire, isn't it?

That's right. Do you mind if
I record this conversation?

No, not at all.

Look, I-I understand
that protocol dictates

that before a field amputation...

I'm not here about the
field amputation, Captain.

Oh. Then what?

At any time during the
response, do you recall

an order to evacuate
coming over the radio?

I do.

ASHA: So you acknowledge
that you did hear the order?

I heard it.

ASHA: And it was
clear to you at that time

that the order came from
your incident commander?

Yes. Very.

Could not have been clearer.

(knock on door)

- Hey, babe.
- Hey.

Mwah.

TOMMY: Hmm.

Did you lose track of time?

TOMMY: Nope.

We're meeting Judd and Grace
at the restaurant in minutes.

No, we're not. We're canceling.

What are you talking about?
You can't cancel Ferraccia's.

It took us months
to get those reservations.

What about the squid ink linguine?

Well, I just can't eat
linguine with a snitch.

- A snitch?
- Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Judd called HR on me

after we had, uh,
a-a difference of opinion.

Okay, but HR?

You don't think maybe
that was a little extreme?

No, I didn't wanna call HR
Hell, no. I hate those people.

But, look, they entrusted me to
look after the captain's chair.

They got these rules for a reason,

and I'm obliged to follow 'em.

Okay, sweetie, listen,
I need you to go ahead

and get up and get dressed, alright?

I ain't gonna be getting dressed

'cause I ain't going nowhere.

You know, Ferraccia's has a
very strict on-time policy, right?

Perhaps we can discuss
this feud over appetizers.

You know, calling it a "feud"

really sounds a little melodramatic.

What would you call it?

This is a spat.

- Oh, you think so?
- Mm-hmm.

That's how it all starts.

You know Proverbs, right?

"The beginning of strife
is like a trickle

that if not quickly stopped,
turns into a flood."

Please don't get biblical
on me, Preacher Man.

"A house divided will
surely fall." Matthew :.

He's your best friend, Tommy.

No shift in power dynamics
can change that.

And where do you assume

the power has shifted to, exactly?

All I'm saying,

tonight, don't think of it
as a dinner table.

Think of it as a peace table.

- I can't stand you.
- (Trevor laughs)

Okay. I can do that.

(sighs deeply)

I'll be civil.

I suppose I could go for some squid ink.

What? Hey.
I ain't gonna eat no squid ink.

MAITRE D: Welcome to Ferraccia's.
Your party is just this way.

GRACE: Thank you.

- GRACE: Thank you. Hey.
- Hey.

- You look dapper, Rev.
- TREVOR: You too, brother.

Oh, Tommy. That
jumpsuit, I love it, ma'am.

Well, thank you. You're
looking stunning this evening.

Thank you so much.

SERVER: I'll be back to take
your drink orders in a moment.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Tommy.
- Judd.

(Judd sighs)

Um, we are so sorry we're late, guys.

We had a little trouble
getting out of the house.

TREVOR: Oh, that's okay.
We haven't been here very long.

We just ordered the prawn appetizer

and a buffalo cauliflower,
so, hope that's okay.

- Mm. Great.
- Oh, that sounds wonderful.

Well, unless Judd wanted
to give the order. I...

He likes to give orders.

Tommy.

Uh-uh. Nope.

Okay, friends, now we know

that you all are in the middle
of a slight conflict.

Okay?

I think we just need to clear the air,

get it all sorted, get it out there

before the appetizers get here,

because I, for one, plan
on enjoying my squid ink.

(laughs) I think that's a terrific idea.

GRACE: Yes. Mm-hmm.

Okay.

How do you two, uh,
propose we go about doing that?

Well, you two
love and respect each other.

Yes?

So I think all you need
is a little mediation.

Exactly. And Grace
has talked many a person

through much more
dire situations than this.

Right, Grace?

Um... Yes, but I was talking about you.

- Me?
- Well, yes. You are clergy.

I... am.

That is true.

And conflict resolution was
a part of my divinity training.

There you go.

TREVOR: Alright.

So, the Bible teaches us

that the wise regard rebuke

as a gift of gold.

A kindness.

I hope that's how you both can

receive what I'm about to say.

Tommy...

the other night
you shared with all of us

what a terrific captain
you thought Judd was.

Yeah, I suppose I did.

TREVOR: And we all know
that you're not a flatterer,

so can we assume
that came from the heart?

It did.

TREVOR: And, Judd,

you've expressed to me
on more than one occasion

that you consider Tommy to be
the best paramedic captain

in all of Travis County.

Well, there ain't no doubt about it.

Alright, then. You see?

(Trevor sighs)

Um... pastor, that's it?

Uh, yeah, I thought you was maybe

- just getting warmed up or...
- GRACE: Yeah.

Alright, so conflict resolution.

Not a huge part of divinity training.

Look, she wanted it done
before the appetizers got here.

Look, it's like what Grace already said.

You both love and respect each other.

This is all some big misunderstanding.

Misunderstanding?
No. He reported me to HR

No, I didn't call HR

I did call the, uh,
Professional Standards Division

of the AFD Internal Affairs.

TOMMY: Oh. Oh, well...

Well, that sounds much better.
Thanks for clarifying.

Well, Tommy, I didn't...

didn't really know
what choice you left me

since you weren't willing
to have an adult conversation.

You brought up my dead husband, Judd.

- Oh, Judd.
- TOMMY: Yes.

Okay. I ought not to have done that.

I'm sorry.

I certainly didn't mean to offend you.

Alright. Okay.

So we have some ground there,
that's good.

That's good.

So, Judd,

would you say

maybe some of your words
were ill-chosen?

Yes.

And would you also agree
that there may have been

a certain punitive element
in your reporting

of what you perceived as
Tommy's insubordination to HR?

I do know that I was a
little... a little pissed off.

Maybe just a little petty?

Maybe just a little p...
I can live with petty.

Alright.

(clears throat)

And, Tommy...

hmm...

would you agree that by not

immediately responding to Judd's order

that you disregarded AFD protocol

to a certain extent?

(sighs uncomfortably)

And even if disobeying
those orders in itself

were a noble act

some might even say a heroic one.

TOMMY: That's true.
Everything you said is true.

I... I own that.

I own it. I do.

- Um...
- TOMMY: I own that.

Now, well, let's-let's
hold on just a second.

She owns it.

No, I-I heard her own it,

but she owns being noble and heroic,

and my husband
has to live with being petty?

Hang on, hang on. Hang on. That's okay.

I don't think so.
I don't think that's okay.

I'm sorry. You're not
gonna live with petty.

He's not gonna live with petty.

- So...
- Well, he already agreed to it.

He was fine with it.

No, I think that's because
your boyfriend

just tricked him into it,
Tommy. So just listen.

Reverend, I'm not trying
to be disrespectful,

but you are not an
honest broker of this peace.

Now, you know the word,

"Woe to those who put sweet for bitter

and bitter for sweet."

Did you just quote Isaiah
to me in rebuke?

Absolute... Um, one second.

Alright... I did.

And do rebuke you
in this moment, Pastor, yes.

- TREVOR: She rebuked me!
- TOMMY: I heard it.

- Gracie.
- TOMMY: Mm-hm.

Well, because... What?

Alright, listen, Mrs. Ryder,

I did not ask to be dragged
into the middle of this.

You hectored me into it.

No, sir, I did not hector you.

I simply said that you were clergy.

Well, you have a special
talent for hectoring people

- with very few words.
- GRACE: Ooh.

Do me a favor. Watch the tone that
you use when you speak to my wife.

- TREVOR: Tone? Tone?
- Hey. Okay. No, you know what?

I need you to stop pointing

your big fingers at my boyfriend.

Well, hold on, Tommy. Don't-don't
you start barking orders now.

- Barking? Barking?
- I'm sorry? Excuse me?

- Let's not do that.
- Tommy wouldn't know an order

if it bit her on the ass in front
of everybody in the restaurant.

TOMMY: Don't... Don't say it.

You know what? You can kiss my a...

Well, hold on,
because we're not done, okay?

You have a talent for saying
a whole lot of nothin'

with very many words, Reverend.

- TREVOR: Excuse me?
- (Judd whooping, clapping)

- (clears throat loudly)
- You have a talent...

Your appetizers, on the house.

Miss, how come they're
covered in plastic?

Because I'm going
to have to ask you to leave.

(both laughing)

You can think about my
words on your drive home.

Bye.

- See, we made the reservations.
- (clears throat) All of you!

Thank you.

Get your ass up, Tommy.

Man. Have you guys been upstairs today?

(shivers)

Are you referring to the cold front

that landed in between
our captains' offices?

Yeah. They haven't said a
word to each other all morning.

Yeah, ever since that factory call.

Ever since your cap
called HR on our cap.

Uh... no.

Now, Nance, that's just
speculation, alright?

We don't know for sure.

Don't we, though?

- What?
- Come on.

Your girlfriend had to
have said something to you.

Well, she didn't.

Besides, all that stuff is confidential.

She wouldn't betray that.
Not even for me.

Did you try prying?

I've been trying all kinds of ways

but that woman is locked
tighter than a drum.

Well, I mean, it's obvious.

Why else did she come by here
looking for Captain Vega?

I don't know, maybe Captain Vega

filed a complaint against our cap.

Whoa, she would never do that.

PAUL: Yeah, well, Judd's not the type

to drop a dime to HR, now, is he?

Well, maybe not Judd,

but I'm not so sure about Captain Ryder.

That helmet could get to his head.

Yeah, it's a helmet.

It's not like he wouldn't
have had reason to.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What is that supposed to mean?

You know exactly what it means.

Your cap ignored orders to evacuate.

It's not like I don't
understand why, but.

She didn't ignore anything.

When Judd called the mayday,
she ordered us out of the building.

And then she stayed.

Yeah, but she was trying
to save someone's life.

And she put her own and our captain's

in danger in the process.

And danger is a part of the job.

So is following orders.

Well, he's not the boss of her
because they're both captains.

Yeah, but he was the IC.

So, yeah, he was the boss of her.

Alright, fair point.

But he didn't have to turn around
and report her to the Gestapo, Paul.

Bro, what did you
just call my girlfriend?

- Fill in the blanks.
- Ain't nobody talking to you, Nancy.

- NANCY: Really?
- It was a bitch move.

You all know it, and nobody d*ed.

Apart from the worker
that you guys didn't save.

Oh, is that really where
you wanna go, Marjan?

- You were right there, Nancy.
- Hey! Knock it off!

Alright, this house may have two teams,

but we are one family.

Act like it.

Am I clear?

- Yeah, Cap.
- Yeah, Cap.

Hey, Fire. Captain Vega
just asked y'all a question.

- Yeah, clear.
- Understood.

PAUL: Got it.

JUDD: Hey. I j... I just...

I appreciate what you said back there.

It's all true.

Yeah. And I-I mean, I...

(sucks teeth) I know some
things were said last night,

but the only thing that does matter

is that we do
love and respect each other.

That's never changed.

Right. So...

we good?

We've always been good, Judd.

(exhales)

Okay, I just, I just want,

you know, these next several shifts

that we got captaining together
to go smoothly.

They will. They will.

I-I spoke with, um,

Paramedic Captain Hogan from B-shift,

and starting tonight,

he's agreed to switch shifts
with my crew.

Just until Captain Strand gets back.

♪♪

_

_

(siren wailing)

Dispatch said the driver
was trying to make a turn

when he clipped the cyclist

who went over the hood, bike and all.

Alright, get the backboard,

the C-collar, and the head blocks.

Let's go.

Paramedic. Comin' through.

(tense music playing)

- Wyatt.
- TK: Excuse us.

Alright, honey, we're gonna
get you out of this, alright?

Alright, TK, start a line.
Run it wide open.

TK?

- Yeah? Okay.
- Yeah, yeah.

Nancy, radio West Park.

Tell 'em to have
a neurosurgeon standing by.

Copy.

TOMMY: Alright, just
stay with us, Wyatt.

(doctor speaking indistinctly)

(door opens)

Tommy.

Where's my boy?

TOMMY: He's still in surgery.

(Judd sighs deeply)

- What did the docs say?
- Okay.

Well, they confirm that
there is some brain swelling

and, um, several
broken vertebrae, but...

Judd.

He's got the best
spinal cord surgeon in Austin

working on him right now.

He's got a spinal surgeon?

- My God in heaven.
- TOMMY: Yeah, I know.

No, I know. I know. I know.

But, listen, Juddie, you need to focus

on the fact that Wyatt is alive, okay?

He's alive.

His vitals were strong
the entire way to the hospital.

Your boy never stopped fighting.

So he was awake when you got him here?

Yeah. Yeah, he was conscious.

Did he say anything or was he,

was he scared or was he in pain?

Judd, he wasn't really talking.

Well, you just sh**t straight with me.

How bad is it?

I don't know.

I don't know, but we're,
we're just gonna have to...

We'll see, alright?

- Yeah.
- We'll wait and see together.

Yep, yep, yep.

Okay. Come on.

- (cell phone ringing)
- Babe, my dad's calling.

- CARLOS: What?
- TK: My dad's calling. (panting)

Oh, my God, baby, I'm freaking out.

- Alright. Hey, hey, hey.
- (sharp exhale)

- Alright, alright, listen to me.
- Mm-hmm.

Whatever he says, we're gonna
go through it together, okay?

- Okay.
- Alright.

- Okay.
- Alright, pick up the phone.

- (ringing)
- Alright.

- TK: Hey, Dad.
- CARLOS: Hey, Owen.

Hey, guys.

So, listen, I just got
the email from the clinic.

Okay, and?

And I am negative
for the Huntington's gene,

which means you are, too.

TK: I'm so relieved, Dad.

Yeah, me, too. Listen,
you guys should celebrate.

Yeah, you, too.

I am! Robert's having
a little barbecue for me

for my last night here.

Okay, well, tell everybody
that we've never met before

that we love them and, uh...

I'm gonna pick you up
at the airport tomorrow.

:, right?

I'll see you then.

- (TK sighs)
- Good.

I feel like we just got
a second lease on life.

Yeah.

You know what? My dad is right.

We need to go out and celebrate.

- Okay. Mm-hmm.
- TK: Okay.

Let's go get ready, come on.

Wait, wait, wait.

Before we go.

♪♪

(exhales)

I'm... just really happy for you, Owen.

YVONNE: Hey, Dad, I need cash.

- Uh... Hello, Yvonne.
- (Owen chuckles)

Uh, "Dad, may I please have some cash?"

Dad, I-I'm serious. It's for ice cream.

Oh, well, that sounds very serious.

Oh, come on, Dad,
the guy's waiting. Please.

She's years old,

and she's already mastered
the art of the hard sell.

- How much do you need?
- YVONNE: Uh, should be fine.

- (Robert moans)
- Dad, are you okay?

Yes, I am fine.

I had just had
a little too much caffeine.

OWEN: Hang on, I got this.

It's on your uncle. That should do it.

YVONNE: Thanks, Uncle Owen.
More new uncles like this one.

I'll get on that right away.

YVONNE: Oh, do you guys want anything?

No, no, we're good.

(Robert sighs)

I thought the tremor
was in your right hand.

(sighs) Yeah.

So did I.

Until, uh, Arizona.

How long are you gonna
hide this from 'em?

How long do you think you can?

I don't know.

I'm gonna tell 'em, though.

When?

Soon.

Thing about "soon" is it becomes later.

Don't do what I did
when I didn't tell TK

that I had cancer.

You don't want them hearing
it from anybody other than you.

Well, I'm gonna tell 'em tomorrow

after you leave for Texas.

So, later.

I promise that they will know
before TK's wedding.

Does that mean you're coming?

Yeah. I'm thinking of bringing

Sydney and the girls out

so that they can get to know everybody.

I mean, you know, if that's-that's okay.

- We-we'll stay in a hotel.
- Oh, we... You will not.

You'll stay with me.

Oh... This is so great.

Oh, TK is going to be over the moon.

(chuckles) Good. Good.

Now that we know
that you're in the clear,

I just, I wanna ask one more favor.

It's the last one, I swear.

Sure. Anything.

I was thinking that I might
stay on after they leave

so that we could

have some more time together.

Just the two of us.

That'd be great.

I don't think I can
drive you home again.

You won't have to.

I...

I don't plan on coming back.

What do you mean?

I want you...

to help me die, Owen.