[Karen] Okay, Tin Man, I'm gonna need you to be less smooth
and more stiff, okay?
Uh, Scarecrow, come a little bit to your left.
All right. And, Dorothy, wh-where's your oil can?
- I don't know. - [Maddie] Ooh.
Come on, Jee, let me have that cookie
so you can get in this Halloween picture.
- It's a doggie treat. - [camera clicking]
- I got you, Toto. - [Maddie] Okay, everyone's together. Ready?
One, two, three.
- [camera clicking] - Oh, these pics are gonna be great.
Karen, thank you so much for taking Jee.
She's really excited to go trick-or-treating
- with Denny and Mara. - [Karen] Of course.
We can't go without Toto leading the way.
- Come on. You two aren't getting out of this. - Yeah, yeah.
- [Hen] We need a group shot. Come on. - Nah, we don't have costumes.
[Hen] It doesn't matter about the costumes.
- It's about family. - Yes.
- [Karen] Come on. Right now. - [both] Okay.
Ready? Here we go.
All right, on three, we will say, "Halloween."
Ready? One, two, three.
- [all] Halloween. - [camera clicks]
How adorable was Jee-Yun saying that the cookie was a dog treat?
[laughs] When she growled at Chim, I died.
- Halloween's the best. - Ugh, it is.
But if you think they had fun tonight,
you should see them trick-or-treating
- on actual Halloween. - Oh.
I wish.
What if you did more than just wish, for once?
[sighs] You know I have to work.
It's one of the busiest nights of the year.
Just like Christmas and Fourth of July
and New Year's.
Working through the holidays is part of the job, Karen.
So, there's no such thing as personal days?
Yeah, but it'll be so last-minute.
We'd be scrambling to find someone to cover.
You scramble every time the tones go off.
I'm sure they could find somebody, Hen.
[sighs] I guess I would just feel guilty,
bailing on everyone else in the house
when they still have to work.
What about this house?
It's Mara's first Halloween with us.
We both know it'd mean the world to us if you were there.
Yeah.
Think of it this way.
She'll never forget it if you come.
And she'll never forget it if you don't.
Okay.
I'll talk to Bobby. [chuckles]
Thank you.
It was All Hallows' Eve.
A sedan drove down a slick, shadowy road
illuminated only by the soft glow
of the full moonlight, when bang!
- [slide clicks] - It was ripped in two
by a telephone pole.
Now, I have more intense ones that I could share,
but the school board asked us to stop showing them
a few years ago.
Too triggering.
- [slide clicks] - The scariest thing about Halloween
isn't the ghosts or the goblins.
It's the deadliest night of the year for young people.
Twice as many die, from drunk driving,
getting hit by cars--
[both laughing]
Excuse me. I'm sorry.
- Am I bothering you? - No, you're fine.
[Brooke] It is such cap.
Welcome to my world.
That's life with the Sigmas.
Sigma? What's a Sigma?
It's like today's version of the cool kids, but cooler.
[laughter continues]
You know, maybe I could dip into a few of the classics
for, uh, old times' sake.
Anybody curious about what happens
when a throwing dart goes through
- a human jawbone? - [slide clicks]
- [groaning] - Or a slip-and-slider ends up
- under a riding lawn mower? - [slide clicks]
[oohing]
[laughter continues]
[chuckles softly]
It's not your fault you don't speak Sigma.
No. I don't speak stupid.
- ♪ Deddle-leddle-let ♪ - ♪ Huah-ha ♪
♪ Zombie ♪
♪ Deddle-leddle-let ♪
♪ Huah-ha, ha, ha ♪
- ♪ Zombie ♪ - ♪ They gave me... ♪
Whoa, whoa. This is called Firehouse Haunt Fest,
not the Firehouse Fall Fest.
Cap, where's the spooky?
Where's the macabre? Where's the gore?
Uh, gore?
We got spiderwebs, we got bats, we got crows.
Fake blood. Does fake blood count?
[Chimney] Fake blood is just a start.
This place should be festooned with blood.
Let's remember who we're doing this for.
We got kids of all ages coming through here, so no blood.
[Hen] You know how hard it is to clean blood in real life.
Fake blood is no different.
She's got a point. Remember, we have to clean
this mess up afterwards, so "festoon" accordingly.
- No blood. - [Eddie] How did we end up
on haunted house duty anyway?
Every year, the department chooses a different house
for community outreach.
Last year, it was the 126,
so I'm making it my personal mission to crush them.
Then blood is the way to go!
Kids love gore.
Eddie, tell 'em.
Would Christopher prefer more or less Halloween gore?
Actually, uh, Christopher doesn't want
anything to do with Halloween, turns out.
What? Why? What happened?
[Eddie] Mom just told me he's done
with trick-or-treating.
Thinks it's "cringe."
Oh, I'm sorry, Eddie.
Um, he's in El Paso.
Not like I was gonna be able to do it with him anyway.
I just wish I knew last year was his last.
[Hen] I get it.
It messes you up when a door closes.
Yeah, bummer is, you never know when the door
is gonna close, and when it does, then--
It's sealed.
Enjoy Jee while you still can, my friend.
I'm trying every day, but it just goes so dang fast.
Okay, everyone... [sighs]
feast your eyes on the newest star of the 118.
Good lord, Buck. What is that?
Now that's what I'm talking about.
- Where did you get this? - A Hollywood prop house
down the street from my apartment.
He was tucked away in a musty old corner.
[Eddie] For good reason.
He looks like the Crypt-Keeper.
- Yeah. - He look like he been dead
- 200 years. - [Chimney] Exactly.
This is craft, people.
[Buck] Uh, prop guy said it'd been used
in a bunch of old Westerns,
so I figured we'd give him a cowboy hat and a vest,
maybe even a six-shooter.
- Pow-pow. - [Bobby] Uh, I don't know, Buck.
This might be too intense for some of the younger kids.
Trust me on this one, Cap.
This guy is a showstopper.
♪
[Bobby, Dracula accent] Welcome to the spookiest night
of your short little lives.
I am your guide, Cap Dracula.
- Behind this curtain-- - It's "Count" Dracula.
[normal voice] Yeah, I-I know. I'm a fire captain,
so I'm saying "Cap" instead of "Count." It's-- never mind.
[Dracula accent] Behind these curtains
are thrills and scares your young minds cannot even imagine.
- [spooky laughing] - [giggling]
But before you enter, there are three rules:
no running, no touching the set decoration--
the ghouls worked very hard on it--
and most importantly, have a terrifyingly good time.
[spooky laughing]
- [thunder rumbling] - [evil laughter over speakers]
[growls]
[panting]
[spooky voice] Who wants to be my next patient?
- [cackling] - Not me.
[kids whimpering]
[Hen cackling]
[evil laughter over speakers]
[owl hooting]
[howling]
[growling] Rah!
Ah!
Uh...
Well, that was lame.
[sighs] Yeah.
[gasps] Ooh, candy!
- [Chimney yells] - [kids screaming]
You're all gonna die!
[Chimney yelling]
[screaming continues]
[Buck, Southern accent] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa.
Howdy, partners.
Congratulations on making it to the end
of the Firehouse Haunt Fest.
Come on over and get your reward.
Come on, now.
Reach on in and grab a handful. You earned it.
[normal voice] Wh-- uh, d-doesn't anybody want any?
He's creepy.
Oh, hey, he's-he's not creepy.
Uh-- oh, uh, well, maybe a little, but, uh,
he's harmless.
He's not even real.
He's just a dummy.
I don't like his arm.
Well, that's okay.
I can just move them out the way.
Come on, come closer.
[grunts]
"Hey, cowpoke, that tickles."
- [chuckles] - He's fine. [grunts]
Grab this one... [sighs]
[grunts softly]
A-Are those worms?
I think they're tendons.
Tendons?
Oh, my God, he's real.
He's real! He's real!
- He's real! He's real! Ugh. - [kids screaming]
[grunts]
[panting]
♪
- [indistinct radio chatter] - Hey. You forgot something.
Well, you called it, Buck. He was a showstopper.
[Buck] I just don't understand.
Why would they rent me a real body?
[Bobby] That's LAPD's problem now.
Let's get all this set dec put away.
Before B-shift gets in. Let's go.
W-Wait, h-hold on, Cap. Come on, look at them all.
They-they still want to come in.
Yeah, we can't stop now.
We just started getting some good scares going.
[Buck] H-He was already a mummy.
It's not like there's foul play here.
Oh, there was foul play, all right,
in the management of that prop house.
Turns out, they had that body inventoried
as a "curio," not a "dummy."
Sometimes, semantics do matter.
Apparently, the log had him listed
as an old outlaw named Billy Boils.
Billy Boils?
We'll find out more about him
once we pull the original purchase orders,
but they're in a warehouse in Altadena,
so it's gonna take a minute.
[Bobby] Well, keep us posted if you can.
Will do. Home safe.
- Home safe. - All right.
Our work here is done.
Well, I think we can all agree on one thing:
this was not my fault.
- Oh. Absolutely it was. - Strong disagree. - Oh, no way.
Come on, l-look at all these people out here.
W-We can't just reopen for a couple of hours, Cap?
We have all this candy.
I think we've traumatized these kids enough for one day.
All right? Let's get to it.
Let's start boxing this stuff up. Let's go.
Nice going, cowpoke.
[man muffled] My head is stuck in a pumpkin.
[girl sighs] Here, give me the phone.
LAFD. How did this happen, exactly?
So, basically, my dad thought it would be funny
- to do Pumpkin-Head for us. - Pumpkin-Head?
It's this thing he used to do when we were little.
It was funny, when we were little.
But now it's just... cringe.
One, two...
- [grunts] - Dad.
- All right, it's still a little funny. - [Bobby] Oh, uh, sir?
Let's get him up. Let's get him up safely, guys.
- Nice and easy. - [Rachel] Dad?
The fire department's here.
- This is Captain Nash. - Oh.
- Uh, that-that way. - Hi. Hi. - His name is Franklin.
[Bobby] Franklin, can you just hold still for a second?
I'm just gonna see where we're at. Okay.
Wow. That thing is really stuck on there.
Okay, let's get him seated, guys.
- Get him in the chair. - Whoa, whoa!
- Whoa!
Okay, we just got to get him sitting down.
Okay, guys, let's move that table back
so, Hen, Chim, you guys can check him out.
All right, Buck, let's grab some lubricant, saw,
- anything else that we need to slip this thing off his head. - Yep.
[Franklin muffled] I don't know how this happened.
[muffled speech]
He says he doesn't understand
how he could get it on so easy one minute,
and barely get it past his ears the next.
Gourds can be very unpredictable.
Uh, sir, I'm gonna take your pulse
while my friends check you out, okay?
[muffled speech]
[muffled speech continues]
What did he say?
He says since he and my mom got divorced,
he never gets us on actual holidays, like Halloween.
He wanted to make us smile.
[Chimney] I get it, sir.
It's my daughter's first trick-or-treat this year,
and, uh, I'm missing it.
It's kind of killing me. Pulse is good.
Lube, flying in!
Okay. Eddie.
All right, this is gonna be a little chilly, sir.
[grunting]
We're gonna try and pull it off again, okay?
[grunts] On three.
- One, two, three. - [Franklin exclaims]
Hey, hey, stop, stop. He's saying it hurts.
[Franklin groans]
Thing's really fused on there, Cap.
Guys, try lifting it again, just a little.
- Easy. - [Franklin moans]
Hen. Check this out.
Oh.
Looks like dermatitis.
Oh, is your dad allergic to pumpkins?
No, I mean, he's been doing Pumpkin-Head since I was a baby.
Any idea how old those pumpkins are?
Uh, he said he bought them last month.
Bet they're starting to rot.
The bacteria and mold is probably causing his face
- to blow up like a-- - Pumpkin.
This is anaphylaxis.
I'll grab an epi from the med kit.
[Franklin coughing]
- Uh, guys? - Uh...
- Hold on. Hold on. - [urgent chatter]
- Whoa, whoa! - Whoa!
- Whoa. - Oof.
Whoa, whoa. Franklin, can you hear me?
I think he aspirated pumpkin guts.
- Eddie, can you grab the suction? - [Eddie] Copy that.
Okay, Buck, grab that saw.
Let's get this cut off of him right now. Let's go.
Dad! Help him, please!
Eddie! Get that suction in here!
- All right. - [Bobby] Buck, I want you to score it into chunks
- and watch that skin. - You got it, Cap. [sighs]
[saw buzzing]
[grunting]
[Bobby] All right, Chim. Get in there.
[whirring]
[Chimney] Come on, Franklin.
Please be okay. Please be okay.
[Chimney] Come on, Franklin, come on.
Come on, Franklin.
[gasps]
There he is, there he is. All right.
There he is. Okay. All right.
- There he is. - [Hen] You got him?
[Bobby] Get him up, get him up.
- I'm okay. I'm okay. - Right here. There we go.
[panting]
[Rachel laughs]
Okay.
- No more Pumpkin-Head, okay? - Ever again.
I promise. I promise.
[Hen] Okay, we should, uh,
take you to the hospital, get you checked out.
Your girls are welcome to come with.
- Okay. Okay. - Yeah.
[Bobby] All right, Buck, Eddie, let's get this cleaned up
and package him for transport.
[Franklin] Oh, hey, hey. I want to thank you guys.
I feel so dumb,
nearly being killed by a pumpkin.
That's okay.
You do this job long enough,
you see people get hurt in much dumber ways.
[grunts]
I think I dislocated my shoulder. [groans]
Dispatch, we're gonna need an additional RA unit.
- [shoulder cracks] - [exclaims] Ooh. Thank you, Doc.
- How's the pain? - Yes, s-so much better.
How long do you think till he can come back to the firehouse?
He could probably resume light work, uh, next shift.
[Buck] All right. Great news.
Well, thank you. I appreciate it.
[winces]
- Hey. - Hey.
I came as soon as my shift ended.
- Ah, thanks for coming. - Yeah.
That sounded like good news, though.
Uh, yeah, yeah, I-I suppose.
[sighs] For the moment.
"For the moment"? What does that mean?
Don't even ask.
For the 118 Firehouse Haunt Fest,
I-I brought in a dummy that turned out to be--
A corpse?
Yeah. We all heard dispatch on the radio.
Everybody at Harbor Station was...
...very concerned.
It's not funny, okay?
I-I accidentally ripped the guy's left arm
right out of its socket.
In front of 15 traumatized kids.
Yeah, a-and then, on our next call,
my arm gets popped out the socket,
my left arm.
Does that sound like a coincidence to you?
What else could it be besides a coincidence?
A curse.
- A curse? - Oh, yeah.
I took his arm, and now Billy Boils takes mine.
- Billy Boils? - Told you not to ask.
While I was waiting, I called Sergeant Grant.
Bobby's wife.
For an update on the investigation.
She pulled the bill of sale from a prop house.
Turns out, they bought Billy from a carnival,
who got him from a novelty shop, who got him from a rodeo.
Is there a twist coming?
Oh, there's a twist.
The novelty shop burned down in '93.
The carnival was wiped out by a hurricane in '97.
And the rodeo...
ended after a stampede.
I, uh, I don't have the year for that one.
And you think all of these things are connected?
Oh, yeah.
Once Billy gets you in his sights...
...he finishes the job.
- [snorts] - [laughter]
[Eddie] Oh, my God.
- [laughter] - I'm sorry. It's just so funny.
Oh, that was great.
[wolf howling in distance]
[door opens]
- [Denny] Hi, Mama. - Hi.
- Hey. - [Mara] Hi.
Ooh, last-minute touches?
She said she wanted her outfit to have more sparkle.
[chuckles] Oh, okay.
- Because Dorothy could never have enough bling. - [Karen chuckles]
I want people to see me when we all walk down the street.
[Hen] Okay.
Did you talk to Bobby about your shift?
Denny, why don't you and Mara
go work on her basket in the playroom? Okay?
- [Karen] Wait, don't forget to put down some newspaper. - Mm.
Did Bobby seriously say no?
He didn't say no, not exactly.
What does that mean?
Well, he said that Chim could take off to be with Jee
or I could take off to be with you guys.
It didn't seem right either way.
So, Chim and I agreed to both work.
It's only fair, Karen.
Fair? I'm about to take three kids
trick-or-treating on my own.
- And you want to lecture me about fair? - Honey.
Listen, w-we appreciate you carrying the load.
And, look, I promise I'll make this up to you.
It's not me I'm worried about.
There is no making up for missing the big moments.
And you always miss the big moments, Hen.
[Mara] Mom, I spilled some glue.
[sighs]
You didn't put down the newspaper, did you?
[Tommy] Got you a fresh ice pack and some ibuprofen.
[Buck] Oh, thank you.
Here.
Lift your head?
- How's that? - Uh, yeah, that's, uh, that's great.
I'll be right over here if you need anything.
But it's time to put away the screen.
Uh, yeah, yeah, just-just five more minutes.
You already had your five more minutes.
You need to rest if you want to heal.
You heard the doctor.
His name was William James McCurdy.
Who?
Billy Boils. I found a Substack.
It has all these articles about him and the Old West.
Oh, good, you found a Substack.
He was a gunslinger and a bank robber.
His skin was covered in boils, hence--
Billy Boils. [sighs]
By all accounts, he was a man not to be crossed.
Scary.
Lights out, Evan. I'm exhausted.
Hey, you want to know how they finally caught him?
His own posse hogtied him,
turned him in to the sheriff for the reward.
But Billy would have his revenge.
All six members of his posse died sudden, horrible deaths.
Isn't that how outlaws usually die?
He was a man not to be crossed.
You said that already.
And I crossed him.
Good night, Evan.
I think somebody was up too late with their cowboy.
[Buck] Uh, yep, you got me.
H-How's the shoulder?
- Uh, it's-it's better. - Good.
I got you some coffee and some avocado toa--
- Oh! - Whoa, whoa. Uh, what is it?
Evan, uh, don't freak out,
but there's something... going on.
Phone.
You know, maybe we should just--
Phone!
[unlocks phone]
[gasps]
I knew it.
You know what this is?
[sighs]
It's Billy Boils.
All right.
It's okay, you can say it.
It's not bad.
- It's not that bad. - I told you guys
Billy wasn't done with me,
- and now look. - [Eddie sighs]
Please, don't start with that stupid curse again.
Billy "Boils."
Hello? Boils.
What are the odds right after
I defile his corpse, I wake up and I've broken out
in the exact skin condition he suffered from?
I'm guessing it's probably
just an allergic reaction of some kind.
To what? Uh, to bad juju?
We just had a call where a guy got a rash
from rotten pumpkin guts, that you fell into,
- as I recall. - You didn't tell me that part.
Well, there's your answer, Evan.
No, if it was the pumpkin,
it would've happened right away, not the next day.
Look, boils, rashes, shingles.
A lot of skin conditions can be brought on by... stress.
- And tension. - [Tommy] It's true.
Every tax season, my accountant cousin
breaks out in hives all across his legs.
Super gross.
Oh, so I am gross.
That's not what I said.
[Eddie] Look, dude,
this curse talk is spinning you out,
which is not good for you.
Listen to the medic.
He knows what he's talking about.
Okay.
If you say so.
I do.
Five bucks it'll clear up by the time we're on shift.
Remember, it's Halloween.
And all the weirdoes come out at Halloween.
If you see a pack of teenagers without adults
or if you see adults without children,
you head the other way.
It's trick-or-treating, not The Purge.
Just keep your guard up, okay?
You're the big brother,
so you have to help your mom look after the girls.
- And share your candy. - I will, Mama.
[Chimney] Speaking of the girls, where's Jee-Yun?
You mean Toto?
Ruff ruff!
[Denny] Jee, it's your dad.
No, Daddy.
[Denny] Sorry, she's busy.
Yeah, I can see that.
[Karen] Hey, Denny, tell your mom we need to go.
Let me say hi before you do.
[Denny] She wants to say hi.
Hi.
[Buck] Probably allergies, he said.
[sighs]
Goodness!
Probably just in my head, he said.
Probably clear up by shift, he said.
You owe me five bucks, Eddie.
Yes.
Ugh. Yes, I do.
I don't want your...
Give me that.
- Do you believe now? - In what, the curse?
- Yes, the curse. - No, I don't believe,
but I suggest you book an appointment
with a dermatologist.
I think we both know this is beyond the scope
of any dermatologist.
Look, Buck, I think you just need to focus
on the bright side.
Oh, I-I should just focus on the bright side?
What possible bright side could there be?
You won't need a Halloween mask this year.
[groans]
[Josh] Aw, how sweet is that?
Mmm, bittersweet.
My little girl's off to see The Wizard, and I'm here.
I'm almost looking forward to the chaos
to take my mind off of it.
Careful what you wish for.
At 6:55 p.m., nautical twilight ends.
Nautical twilight?
Darkness will officially enshroud L.A.,
unleashing a burst of crazy
that'll sweat this low-effort costume right off my lip.
- [alarm beeps] - [laughing]
Oh.
[sighs] Sun's down.
Well, buckle up.
An incendiary device. Can you describe it?
[man] A brown flaming bag of stuff.
Right.
I'm sure they're out here watching.
They want me to stomp on it.
These kids do this to me every year.
- I am not falling for it again. - I see.
Do you have a fire extinguisher?
No.
How about a garden hose?
How about you send the police?
Sir, it's Halloween night. I can't send the police
for a flaming bag of... stuff.
Fine, then you know what? I'll just let it burn.
And if it buns down the whole neighborhood,
it burns down, huh? How's that?
- Uh... - [line disconnects]
I am so sick of it. I am vice principal
at Valley High,
and they pull this prank crap every year,
with the eggings and the toilet paper.
- It's too much. - Good to go, Cap.
- Happy Halloween. - Happy Halloween.
["Werewolves of London" by Warren Zevon playing]
Well, who's gonna stop these clowns from doing it again?
[sirens whooping, wailing]
Okay, sir. Let's get out of the car.
- Well, that guy was pissed, huh? - Yeah.
- [growls] - [shouts]
- ♪ I saw a werewolf ♪ - [laughs]
♪ With a Chinese menu in his hand...♪
- [moaning] - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Touch your nose. Left. - [nose honks]
- Right. - [nose honks]
- Left. - [nose honks]
I think you've had too much, Bozo.
911. What's your emergency?
[woman] It said take one, clearly labeled,
but he swiped the whole bowl.
You called 911 for stolen candy?
I'm not calling about the candy. I'm calling about the thief.
[Chimney] Whoa-oh-oh. Wait for it.
Bet you his next victim doesn't scream like a baby.
[growls]
[Chimney] Ooh!
All right, let's go check on that zombie.
Copy that.
Okay, everybody, out.
♪ You hear him howling around your kitchen door ♪
♪ You better not let him in... ♪
He's over here.
He stole the candy.
It wasn't me.
[gasping] I can't breathe.
Uh-huh.
[gasping]
Are you allergic to peanuts, son?
♪ Ah-hoo, werewolves of London ♪
♪ Ah-hoo... ♪
[Hen] Quick poke, Alfie.
There you go. Deep breaths, buddy.
Did you eat peanuts, too?
♪ Ah-hoo... ♪
911. What's your emergency?
[vice principal] Is this the 911 operator I spoke to earlier?
I don't know. Who are you?
I called about the flaming bag of stuff on my porch.
Sir, I dispatched the fire department to you.
They came back.
- The fire department? - No, the miscreants.
They egged my house this time. I need the police!
M-My advice, make a report in the morning,
and maybe turn on your sprinklers.
That way, if they come back--
I am not at home. I am following them.
You're chasing them?
Yes. They just turned on Dover in Eagle Rock.
You need to stop what you're doing
- and pull over. - Not a chance!
I'm not taking my eyes off them until the police get here!
If I send the police, I'll be sending them for you.
There are children and families out on the streets right now.
- You need to stop. - I am making
a citizen's arrest and giving them detention!
- [line ringing] - 911. What's your emergency?
[Savannah] You have to help us! He's out of control!
- Slow down. Who's "he?" - Mr. Pearson! He's chasing our car!
We threw eggs at his house.
He got in his car and started chasing us.
It was just a stupid prank.
- [tires squealing] - [horn honking]
Do you know where you are?
Uh, Dover Street in Eagle Rock.
Okay, I see police in your area.
They're headed to you now.
You said his name was Mr. Pearson.
- Do you know-- - Brooke, watch out!
He tried to run us off the road!
I'm going to direct you to the nearest police station.
- Just maintain a safe speed-- - [girls scream]
- [crash] - [line beeps]
H-Hello?
Girls, are you there?
Girls!
[sirens wailing]
[Savannah] Hey.
We're the ones who were on with 911.
[Bobby] Can you tell me what happened?
We egged this guy's house
and we tried to drive away.
- He chased us for several blocks. - He's still in there.
People tried to help get him out,
but I think the door's jammed.
Okay, do you know if he hit anybody else?
Yeah, a trick-or-treater. He's pinned against the car.
Okay, let's get these two checked out.
Eddie, you're with me. We're gonna extract the driver.
Hen, Chim, first aid on that kid.
Everybody else, start shoring up that roof
and let's move that car. Let's go!
[indistinct radio chatter]
- Jee? - Daddy! Daddy!
Jee, Mara, what are you--
Karen?
Hen, wait! Hen!
Oh, my God, Karen!
Hen, wait!
I-I tried. I couldn't...
No, no, no, no, no. Denny!
Mama?
Mama's here, okay?
Is Mara okay?
She's fine. She's with Jonesy. She's okay.
I shoved her really hard.
- What? - I didn't mean to shove her so hard.
[Karen] He pushed her clear.
- He saved her life. - [coughing]
Sir?
Oh, he's gone.
Isn't this the guy from the flaming bag call?
Yeah, looks like.
Let's get a sheet on him.
- It hurts. - You did so good.
- It hurts, Mama. - [whimpers]
- My leg hurts. - Oh, okay.
Okay, okay.
I'm gonna start a line.
Can you grab me two mils of morphine?
Hen, maybe you should step back.
He's my son, Chim. Give me the damn morphine!
Some morphine. I'll check on the Lifepak.
Mama's got you, baby.
Hang in there, D. Hang in there, buddy.
- [beeping] - [indistinct radio chatter]
- Hey, Cap. - Yeah?
Should she really be the one up there? That's her son.
Are you gonna be the one to drag her away from him?
Buck, our job is to make sure
that structure does not collapse on him.
So let's shore up that porch and get the car off Denny.
- Copy that. - All right.
[device beeping]
- [groaning] - Okay.
Cap! Cap!
Yeah, right here.
We got to get this thing up off him!
Buck, what's the timing on that shoring?
Uh, like ten minutes, Cap.
Roof's still unstable. If we move it too soon--
Copy that.
[Hen] How does it feel?
Is the medication working?
Yeah. It doesn't hurt anymore.
Now I'm just cold.
Okay. Can you, can you wiggle...
wiggle your arms and-and-and your legs?
Denny, can you do that for me?
Okay, good news.
Okay.
- It's not a spinal injury. - [structure creaking]
- [groaning] - Okay, don't move.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
- Is it your leg again? - [Denny] No.
- What-what is it? What? - It-It's my stomach!
Denny? Wh-What's happening? What's happening to him?
- Chim? Chim! - BP's falling off a cliff.
[Hen] Oh, his stomach.
His stomach is warm!
He's bleeding internally!
- Cap! - [groaning] - Damn it!
He's in shock! Cap, we need blood!
Come on, come on!
Dispatch, we need whole blood on scene now.
[Maddie] I'll have an RA unit there in 15 minutes.
I don't think we have that long.
All right, let's double-time it. Let's go!
Okay, let's go, let's go!
[whirring]
[Hen] You're-you're okay.
You're okay. Mama's here.
Mama's here.
[stammering]
Mama.
Mom?
Yeah, baby. We're both right here.
[Hen] No.
You have to stay awake, okay?
You have to stay awake. You have to keep fighting.
I-I love you.
[sobbing softly]
We love you. we love you, too.
Come on. D-D-Denny!
- Denny! - [beeping]
BP stopped registering.
Cap! How long before the blood lands?!
- Fifteen. - [hyperventilating]
oh, God. Oh, God.
Hen?
Hen, you-you have to do something.
Hen! You have to do something!
No. No. No.
You do.
- What? - Your blood.
Your blood is A negative and-and so is his.
You thinking field transfusion?
With a kid, it's risky.
How are we gonna control the blood flow?
We're gonna improvise.
Copy that.
One, two.
Let's go.
["Dancing with Ghosts" by Hania Rani playing]
♪
♪ I will be gone ♪
♪ Tonight ♪
Now, now, Eddie.
♪ Everything's done ♪
♪ For a while ♪
[rapid beeping]
[heart monitor flatlining]
We lost his pulse.
[Karen] Oh, are we too late?
Are we too late? [whimpers]
Eddie, Eddie, keep the blood flowing.
- I'm starting compressions. - Come on, baby.
Come on, baby. Come on, baby.
♪ And you will be silence... ♪
Okay. All right.
Easy.
[structure creaking]
All right, good. Let's get that winch in there.
♪ In the night ♪
♪ We will be dancing like ghosts apart ♪
♪ Will you be dancing tonight? ♪
[urgent chatter echoing]
[steady beeping]
We got his pulse back!
[crying, gasping]
[Denny] Hi, Mama.
- [Karen] Hi, baby. - Hi, baby.
Hi, baby.
[steady beeping continues]
All right, starting up the winch!
♪ We will be dancing like ghosts ♪
All right, let's get that gurney out to him!
Let's go! Come on!
♪
♪ Dancing like ghosts. ♪
Yeah, there should be
another box of brownie mix in the pantry.
All right, I will.
Okay. I love you.
Brownies for breakfast, huh?
Maddie's doing what she has to to comfort Jee and Mara.
How they holding up?
Jee-Yun's fine. She's so little.
Seems like Mara's taking it harder.
Well, I'm sure she'll feel better
once her big brother comes home.
Hope so.
Stop picking.
- I wasn't picking. - You were picking.
Sir, have you been checked in yet?
Oh, uh, this is just my face.
- [sighs] - [phones chiming]
[chuckles] Yes. Hey.
- Phew. - What just happened?
Uh, Hen sent a text in the group chat.
Denny's surgery was a total success.
He's gonna be okay.
- That's great. - He's still sleeping,
but she wants us to hang around and sign his cast.
It's a beautiful thing, isn't it?
Having a crew like this behind you,
even when things go wrong.
Especially when things go wrong.
Oh, my God, that's it.
What?
I know how to break the curse.
[Eddie sighs]
- Hey. - Hmm?
Those are the two girls who egged the car
that got into that accident.
You got to be kidding me.
Can I help you?
We heard the boy who was pinned by the car last night
was taken to this hospital. Is he here?
[nurse] Are you family members?
[Brooke] We know that he probably didn't
get to have his candy last night,
so we brought him ours.
Is that supposed to be an act of atonement?
Hey. You're the cop who came to talk to our school.
Who said we shouldn't do something stupid on Halloween.
- Lot of good that did. - [Savannah] We're so sorry.
If there was any way to take it back, we would.
That's the thing about stupid.
It usually sticks.
But there may still be a way
that we can make some good come from this.
[indistinct announcement over P.A.]
Commissary wasn't open yet, but, um,
nurses took pity on me, shared some of their pot.
God bless them.
How's he doing?
He, uh, he seems good.
Peaceful.
How about you?
Less good.
I keep thinking about what you said, how I've missed
so many of the important moments in his life.
I just-- I don't want to leave his side again.
If I had just...
taken last night off, like you asked,
maybe I could've been there to keep this from happening.
Maybe.
You know, when he got hit,
I called you.
It went to voicemail.
Karen, I'm-I'm-I'm so sorry.
I'll-I'll never forgive myself.
I'm not saying that to make you feel bad.
[sighs]
I knew the only reason you wouldn't answer the call
was because you were already answering a different one.
Yes, you have missed some moments.
But you were there for the most important one
in this boy's life.
You saved him.
We saved him.
When you were doing CPR, before he opened his eyes,
there was one thought that kept going through my mind.
Over and over.
What was that?
Thank God you were at work.
[sobs softly]
[sniffles]
[birds chirping]
You know, I've been cursing your name
since the day I learned it, Billy Boils.
Or should I say William James McCurdy,
according to the Temecula City execution records.
But to be fair, you cursed me first.
Tried to take out my arm, which was a dick move.
Now you have me looking like a leper,
and my own boyfriend won't even kiss me.
Oh, that's not true.
You see what you did?
I have every reason to hate you right now.
But the more I read about you, Billy,
more I start to wonder if maybe this isn't so much a curse
as it is a cry for help.
Your posse abandoned you when you needed them most.
I can't imagine how scary that must have been for you.
'Cause our people are what make life worth living.
You make memories with them.
[laughter, lively chatter]
[Chimney] Aw.
[Buck] You share memories with them.
- Aw! - [laughing]
- Stop it! - Aw!
[Buck] They keep you on the right path.
We thought it was supposed to be
the most fire Halloween ever, you guys.
But it wasn't fire.
[students gasp]
And that's no cap.
- You want more candy, baby? - Yes, please.
[Buck] They pick you up when you fall down.
[Karen] I'm glad we have good dental.
[laughter]
[Buck] Truth is,
I can't imagine anything
more painful than going through life alone.
♪
Except maybe one thing.
Going through death alone.
Your days of bouncing around, unknown and forgotten, are over.
'Cause I'm in your posse now.
I hope you can finally rest easy, Billy.
Yeah, and maybe lift this curse.
Please lift it.