Ugh. That was way too many spiders
to pull out of someone's ear.
-Yuck. -O-One.
One spider's too many
-to pull out of someone's ear. -(TK groans)
How did you know they hated olive oil so much?
My mom was arachnophobic,
and she knew it's like a natural repellent.
-ALL: Surprise! -(group clapping)
You guys.
You two knew about this?
Oh, might have texted on the way back.
Oh, you are sneaky.
Don't blame them. It was all your dad.
Since you're on shift for your 30th,
the least I could do is get you a cake.
-TK STRAND: Whoa. The red McLaren? -OWEN STRAND: Yep.
-I can't believe you remembered. -(laughs) How could I forget?
I'm sensing there's a story here.
Yeah. Ever since he was little,
he's wanted a red McLaren.
So I said when he turned 30, he'd get one.
I love it, you guys. Thank you so much.
But, remember, the official birthday party
is Saturday night, okay?
Yeah, and we've got enough catering
to ride out the apocalypse,
-so y'all better come. -(Marjan laughing)
JUDD RYDER: Don't worry. We're comin'.
Let's just cut this thing
before the tones go off again. Yep.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Animals!
We need to sing first.
ALL (singing): ♪ Happy birthday to you
-(horn honks) -(car engine roaring)
(group stops singing)
PAUL STRICKLAND: Hey.
-OWEN: Hey! -MATEO CHAVEZ: Whoa.
("Get Down" by Tyler Hilton playing)
Yo!
You can't come in here.
♪ Got that warm wind blowing ♪
♪ Got them clouds that forming ♪
♪ Got my own...
I'm looking for a recent tricenarian.
-(laughter) -Enzo!
What the heck, man?
ENZO DE LA COSTA: Hey, kiddo. (grunts)
TK: Oh, my God.
Carlos, this is Enzo.
Enzo. So the legend is real.
So who is this guy?
OWEN: Enzo.
That's TK's stepfather.
He has a way of swooping in
and making everything about him.
What are you doing here? I told you the party's not until Saturday.
Yes, well, someone wanted to wish you...
a happy birthday. (chuckles)
Oh, my God, that kid is adorable.
An adorable prop.
-Hi, big brother. -TK: Hi, little brother.
Oh, you got so big.
Hey, did you just put a toddler
in the front seat of a sports car?
No, of course not.
I just let him sit there for the pull in.
Sofia's waiting outside in the Escalade.
Look at you!
Why don't you take the high road, Cap?
Just go say hi to him.
Yeah.
Enzo. Hey.
How you doing? It's been a while.
Owen.
It's good to see you, sport.
So, sport, uh, you're gonna have to move your car,
because if we get a call, it's gonna get crushed.
Oh, well, that is a shame, because it's, uh,
it's not my vehicle.
Happy birthday, kiddo.
-Are you serious? -Yeah.
Title's right here.
(laughs) Oh, my God. Enzo!
-You always wanted a McLaren, right? -Are you ser--
A red one.
(theme music plays)
-Big smile. There you go. -(camera clicks)
JUDD: What do you say?
I got your half-caff cap, Cap.
-Thank you. -There.
And then while I got you here,
I was wondering if we could go over something
on this, uh, equipment order.
What do you see down there?
JUDD: Uh... excitement.
Maybe joy.
How about master manipulation?
(scoffs) And God bless TK.
He falls for it every single time,
just like his mother did.
JUDD: Yeah. You know, family can be a kick in the pants.
So, about this equipment order,
I was wondering if maybe you wanted--
This seems sketchy, doesn't it?
The whole car thing.
(smacks lips) How so?
Well, I mean, he shows up here
with the car and the paperwork and practically forces TK
to sign the title right on the spot.
It's sketchy, right?
I mean, maybe, or maybe he's just trying
to do something nice for TK.
OWEN: There's nothing nice about Enzo.
He's a corporate raider who's made millions of dollars
swooping in and buying companies and selling 'em off.
There's always an angle.
And the way he calls TK "kiddo" makes me...
(gags) ...wanna vomit.
(exhales) Alright.
Tell me, what about the equipment?
Oh, so the new IR is great.
-It's pretty state-of-the-art stuff-- -(knock on door)
Dad. Sorry to interrupt.
-Hey, Judd. -What's up?
Um, wanted to say sorry
for not giving you a heads-up about Enzo.
I didn't think he'd actually show up.
And I, I know you guys get tense around each other.
No, no, we're good together.
You sure? 'Cause you're gonna be in the same room at my party.
Yeah, I promise. I won't make a scene.
Alright. 'Cause you know how important it is to me.
Oh, I know.
How about we all have dinner?
At my place?
Enzo? In your house? Really?
Why not? I think it'd be good to break bread
and maybe clear the air before your big party.
Okay. (laughs) Yeah, that would, that would be amazing, Dad.
Thanks, Dad.
-Hey, see you. -Yeah.
-(exhales deeply) -(Judd clears throat)
You think that's a good idea?
It's a great idea because TK can see
that I can take the high road,
and then when I get there, I'll rub it in Enzo's face.
-Has there been an accident? -CALLER (on phone): No. Not yet.
Can you tell me your name?
CALLER: Isla.
WYATT HARRIS: Hi, Isla.
My name is Wyatt.
I have to ask, are you thinking of hurting someone on Watson Road?
No, that's why I'm calling.
I don't want anyone else to get hurt.
Anyone else?
Isla, are you thinking about hurting yourself?
-I'm already hurting. -(traffic noise below)
WYATT (on phone): Isla.
I'm sorry you're in pain,
but I'm, I'm really glad you called.
I'm gonna see about getting a road closure.
Just hang on for me, okay?
APD, Rescue, Fire 126, respond immediately
to Howard Street garage over Watson.
Possible jumper.
Isla, I'm sending people to close the road.
In the meantime, why don't you just tell me
about what's going on?
(tense music playing)
My life is over.
Why do you say that?
Retinitis pigmentosa.
Congenital blindness.
I just found out I've got it.
Three weeks before finishing my residency
as a pediatric neurosurgeon.
I-I can't imagine what a shock that would be.
ISLA: The truth is, my vision's been dimming for a while.
I thought it was just eye strain.
(emotional) Not the lights turning out for good.
But I'll be gone before that happens.
Fire 126, you need to hurry. I'm losing her.
-(sirens wailing) -MARJAN MARWANI (on radio): Copy. We're almost on scene.
We're going as fast as we can.
(horn blares)
Look, Isla, I know it's really hard right now,
but I'm sure that there are a lot of people
who would be devastated if anything were to happen to you.
No, there aren't.
-(traffic noise) -Because I've sacrificed
every relationship in my life for this dream,
to help kids.
And now that's gone.
Look, Wyatt, you seem sweet,
and I'm really sorry to do this to you,
but there's just no point.
Wait! Uh, can I--
-Can I tell you a quick story? -A story?
About somebody who went through something just like you are.
I know what you're doing. You're stalling.
WYATT (over phone): Just listen to me, please.
Isla, I had a dream to help people just like you.
Isla, that was ripped away from me too.
I didn't think I could go on.
There were days where I was thinking about doing
exactly what you're thinking about doing.
Isla, I know right now you can't imagine
anything else for yourself.
But I promise you, I promise...
that if you stick it out,
you, you can transform all that love...
and all that struggle into something,
-something new. -(Isla whimpers)
So, please...
don't jump.
ISLA (crying): Okay.
Okay?
Okay, I'm, I'm getting down.
(screaming)
Isla?
(screaming continues)
(dramatic music playing)
WYATT: Isla. What's happening?
-(Isla screaming) -Isla?
Help me!
(horn blares)
Someone help!
Someone help! (crying)
We got you.
-Don't let go! -PAUL: (grunts) Come here.
MARJAN: We got you. Come here.
(Isla crying)
PAUL (on phone): Hey, 126 on scene. She's safe.
Thank God.
Uh, can you put her on?
Yeah. Hey. He wants to talk to you.
(gentle music playing)
ISLA (on phone): Hi, Wyatt.
Your story isn't over, Isla.
This is just the beginning.
Thank you.
♪♪
TOMMY VEGA: Alright, let's hear it.
DR. COLLINS: I'm afraid the biopsy results confirm it's cancer.
I have breast cancer.
DR. COLLINS: (sighs) Yes.
Based on the ultrasound, it's a 1.6-centimeter mass.
That puts me at... stage 2B?
That's right.
And next step is a lumpectomy.
Yes. I'll remove the mass surgically,
along with the lymph nodes
under your arm to see if it's spread.
That will determine the next steps.
I know it's a lot to process.
The hospital has an amazing team of counselors who can help you.
How soon can you do this?
Let me check.
Okay...
I have some openings the week of the 15th,
and I actually had a cancellation tomorrow,
-but I know that's-- -I'll take that one.
Are you sure?
You don't wanna make any arrangements first?
It's an outpatient procedure, right?
If everything goes well.
But there could be some post-surgical pain,
risk of blood clots.
Tomorrow's good.
(door opens)
Okay, so this says that
you're not supposed to eat after 10:00 p.m.
and to shower with antibacterial soap tonight.
-Okay? -Yeah. Okay.
And what time do you want me to pick you up tomorrow?
Uh, 7:30. After the girls get on the bus.
Okay, and then I'll start a meal train,
because when my mom got sick, the meal--
IZZY VEGA: It's ruined!
Whoa. What's going on?
Izzy tore her new dance outfit.
I mean, I'd sew it myself, but my arthritis.
TOMMY: It's okay. I'll take it from here.
Thank you, Mrs. Beasley, for watching the girls.
Always. We'll figure something out, Izzy.
See you Saturday.
So, you were rehearsing in it, weren't you?
-IZZY: Yeah. -TOMMY: Hmm.
I know you said not to, but I wanted to see how it felt.
I suppose that last growth spurt of yours didn't help either.
The performance is on Sunday. What am I gonna do?
Mija, don't worry about it. I can resize it.
-Really? -TOMMY: Absolutely. Mama's got you.
-Thank you, Mom. -TOMMY: (laughs) Yeah.
-Hey, Nancy. -What up, Iz?
So, I guess I'll add
find a world-class seamstress to the list.
No. No need, I got it.
But you're not gonna feel like sewing that by Sunday.
I should hope so. We've got a shift on Friday.
We've got TK's party.
And you're not doing any of that stuff.
You're having surgery tomorrow.
It is an outpatient procedure.
The doctor said that you could be sore as hell.
I gave birth to twins. I think I can handle it.
So you're not planning on taking any sick leave?
You know, it's just not a good time for time off.
NANCY GILLIAN: Not a good time?
Cap, (whispers) it's cancer.
(whispering) Okay.
Be that as it may.
I've got a lot of people depending on me.
And for now, I would just really appreciate it
if you kept this to yourself.
Does that mean you're...
not planning on telling anyone?
The girls have enough on their plate as it is,
and I don't need the drama at work.
But what about when you start chemo and radiation?
I will cross that bridge when I come to it.
(doorbell dings)
-Hey, hey. -Hey, Dad.
Come on in.
Hey, Carlos. Love the Stetson.
Thank you. Smells incredible in here.
Thank you. Thank you. Enzo.
Twice in one week. New record for us, huh?
-Unbelievable. -Oh.
-So, Jonah... -(Jonah giggles)
I hear that you have recently gotten into coloring.
-Thank you. -OWEN: You--
Well, you are so welcome.
-Hey! -He knows what to say.
Yeah. And who's this?
I'm Sofia. Jonah's nanny.
OWEN: Nice to meet you.
No, she is a godsend.
-That's what she is. -(Sofia chuckles)
Jonah. Not on the sofa.
See what I mean?
Oh, uh, this is for you.
Oh. Thank you. Ponteroy 2006?
This is more expensive than my rent.
(laughs) Don't be ridiculous.
Your rent is at least $1,500 more. (chuckles)
Did you Zillow me?
My real estate group is looking to invest
in properties down here at your price point.
So, who knows?
Maybe we'll be seeing a lot more of each other, huh?
One can only dream.
ENZO: So, bottom of the last inning,
the batter pops it sky-high to shortstop.
Now, I happen to know the shortstop can handle a fly ball
because we practiced them all winter in the snow.
Remember, kiddo?
Oh, I remember.
Anyway, as the ball's coming down,
the shortstop's nowhere to be found
because he's got his hands cupped
walking a slug to the outfield.
(Enzo laughs)
It was a stick bug, actually.
In the middle of the game?
Yeah, he was in the base path,
and, you know, he would have gotten smooshed.
Uh, I made the catch, though.
Oh, I couldn't have been more proud.
And not for the barehanded catch,
but because we knew
we had a true environmentalist in the making.
Yes, I knew that years before,
when I took him camping in Yellowstone.
TK: The air was so clean,
I wanted to breathe it in and never let go.
I can hold my breath.
Oh, yeah? Alright, let's have a contest, then.
You ready?
One, two, three, go.
(TK inhales)
(light, plucky music playing)
(Enzo chuckles)
-(TK exhales) -(Jonah exhales)
-Jonah, you beat me. -(laughter)
Good job.
Can you imagine what Mom would say
if she saw all of us at dinner together?
(Enzo and Owen chuckle)
Well, she'd never believe it.
Especially after last time.
What happened last time?
TK: Well, these two decided to get into
an arm wrestling match at my bar mitzvah
and the language was, uh, not so age-appropriate.
-Not my finest hour. -Or mine.
So who won?
-OWEN: I did. -ENZO: It was a draw.
-It was a draw? -You won?
OWEN: It was not a draw.
I had your arm an inch off the table.
Yeah, but my hand didn't touch the table.
Because I didn't wanna break your wrist.
-No, no, no, no. You fatigued. -I fatigued?
Regardless. We could let it go. Yeah?
-Sure. -Absolutely.
(Owen chuckles)
You know, there is a way we can settle this right now.
You don't have to draw me a picture.
You guys, you really do not have to do this.
Now I'm curious.
SOFIA: Me too.
Alright.
Alright. Hands together.
First one to touch the table loses.
Are you two ready?
-OWEN: Yeah, ready. -Ready.
Okay. Three, two, one, go.
(both grunting)
How you feeling, sport?
-Just fine. -OWEN: Yeah?
-ENZO: Mm-hmm. -You're looking a little fatigued.
-TK: Alright, Dad, you proved your point. -(Enzo groans sharply)
Now please stop.
No, not until he says uncle.
-(Enzo grunting) -Enzo, it's okay. Just let go.
(straining) No can do, kiddo.
-(bone cracks) -(Enzo grunts sharply)
-Enzo, are you okay? -ENZO (muffled): My arm!
Oh, he's fine.
The only thing hurt is his ego.
-(Enzo groans) -SOFIA: Oh, my God!
-Ohh! -SOFIA: Oh, my God!
-Uh... -Gotta put pressure. Okay?
-Gotta stop bleeding. -(Enzo screams)
TK: I'm gonna get a bandage.
-Alright. Uh, yeah. -Uh, Dad, call 9-1-1.
CARLOS REYES: He's gonna pass out. He's gonna pass out.
Just remember to keep your arm above your heart
as much as possible, okay?
-Thanks, kiddo. -Of course.
Carlos and I will meet you at the hospital, okay?
-PARAMEDIC: All set. -Okay.
Listen, take some vitamin E with the pain pills.
That'll really help with the inflammation.
Oh, yeah. Vitamin E.
That really helps. Thanks.
-(stretcher rattles) -(Enzo groans)
(door closes)
(sighs) What?
-You know what, Dad. -He started it.
Carlos, did he not egg me on with the arm wrestling?
I... I'd rather not get in the middle.
Oh, well, it's a little late for that.
You're already in the family.
Enzo did kind of start it.
Thank you.
TK: But you finished it, Dad.
You were way out of line.
God, I gotta hand it to him.
I mean, he really arranges the board
in a way that no matter how the game goes, he wins.
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about him saying
that he couldn't come to your birthday party,
and then he shows up with a $350,000 car.
-He's spontaneous. -OWEN: No, he's devious.
From day one, his agenda has been to turn you against me.
Yeah, well, I'd say you did a pretty good job
of that yourself tonight.
You know, he's actually a great guy.
You just never cared to actually get to know him.
Okay, well, why don't you tell me all the ways
in which he's a great guy?
Alright. Well, he's the reason
I became a firefighter in the first place.
No, I'm the reason you became a firefighter.
No, you're the reason
why I almost didn't become a firefighter, Dad.
TK, I think that's enough.
No, he needs to hear this.
I had so much resentment for the years that you were gone.
But from eight to eighteen, Enzo was there.
Yet he's the one who convinced me
that you're actually a good guy
who'd just fallen down a well of pain.
Pain that he had a lot to do with.
He also always told me to show you grace.
And that's what I expect you to show him.
Make peace with Enzo or do not come to my party.
-(electric bed whirring) -(cell phone dings)
NANCY: How's that?
Seemed like you were straining your neck.
No, that's perfect. Thank you.
(cell phone dings)
-(indistinct PA announcement) -(bed whirring, squeaking)
-Okay. -(cell phone dings)
I said it was perfect.
But you still seemed uncomfortable.
-Oh, it wasn't the bed. -(cell phone dings)
Oh, my bad.
-I can turn this silent. -(cell phone dings)
TOMMY: What? No, listen. Don't worry.
Just, just say hey to Mateo for me.
It's not Teo, actually.
It's Captain Stephens.
Captain Stephens?
The one who used to be at the 124?
Well, since when do you text him?
I was just checking in.
And he said that he's looking to pick up any shifts.
Okay.
And he... he's available all week.
Just in case you wanted to take a few personal days.
Um, Nancy?
You hate Captain Stephens.
I mean, is he my favorite cup of Oolong?
-No. -No.
No, the man is a walking Napoleon complex, and a screamer.
I would never subject you and TK to that.
Cap, you shouldn't be worrying about us.
You should just focus on your healing.
Okay, this, this procedure is a grounder, okay?
Doctor Collins has a 99.9% success rate.
But really, you just never know.
Because when my mom had chemo, you know,
they told her to expect maybe one to two days of nausea,
and she ended up in the ICU for a week.
I'm not your mother, Nancy.
(tense, solemn music playing)
Oh. God, I'm so sorry.
DR. COLLINS: Miss Vega.
How are we feeling today?
I'm-I'm great.
-Excellent. -Yeah.
Let's get you into anesthesia.
-NURSE 1: Got it? -NURSE 2: Yep.
(indistinct PA announcement)
♪♪
MAN: Attagirl, Rory. Wind at your back.
And let 'er rip!
(laughs)
-Was that okay? -It was a perfect launch.
Okay, now you're gonna take the spool.
Okay. Now what?
Now, you're gonna let out some string.
Okay, now you're gonna ease it into the updraft.
-RORY: Ooh. -(chuckles) Oh.
Keep it tight and away from the power lines.
Your mom wouldn't be too happy if I brought you home,
you know, all extra crispy.
(Rory giggles)
Oh, look at that. You're a natural.
You sure you haven't done this before?
-RORY: Mm-hmm. -Hmm.
-RORY: Mm-hmm. -(laughs)
This is actually a lot of fun.
-Thanks, Will. -You're welcome.
Rory, you know how much I love you and your mom, right?
I guess a lot?
-Oh, a lot. Like a lot-lot. -(Rory giggles)
So you know, if it's okay with you, um,
I would really like to ask her to marry me.
(gentle music playing)
Look, I-I just want us to be family.
I already have a dad.
Oh, I know, I know.
Honey, I, I would never, ever try to replace him.
It's not his fault that he lives in Tucson
and has an important job.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa. Rory. Watch out. Ugh.
Oh, that's, that's, that's up there, isn't it?
RORY: It's stuck.
I was really having fun too.
I ruined it.
No, kiddo, no, no, you didn't.
You haven't ruined anything.
-I got it. -What do you mean?
Eh, I got it.
What are you gonna do?
WILL: Super dad to the business.
Oh, boy. Oh, boy, oh boy.
(Will grunts)
RORY: Be careful, Will!
Oh, I-I didn't tell you that I'm part cat? Meow!
Watch out for the power lines.
(Will panting)
(branch creaking)
Okay. I almost got it.
-(tense music playing) -(Will grunting)
I got it! (screaming)
Will!
TOMMY: Dispatch says the patient--
(Tommy groans)
-Cap, are you alright? -Yeah. I'm fine.
I just pulled my stitches a little bit.
-Are you bleeding? -(Tommy panting)
I will change my dressing when we get back.
Are you sure it's the best idea to be on shift?
You're a day out of surgery.
TOMMY: Nancy...
Walk. Coming through.
Dispatch said that we had a patient
that fell out of a tree.
Fell into a tree.
RORY: It's all my fault.
He fell trying to get my kite.
No, honey, it was just an accident, okay?
Mateo, EMS is here, what's his status?
MATEO (on radio): He's in pain, but he's stable.
There's no spinal injury.
So why aren't you bringing him down?
'Cause he...
(straining) Mm-mm. Mm-mm.
...doesn't want to.
What are you talking about?
He asked me not to say it over the radio, Cap.
(mouths) Thank you.
He asked him to say?
Hang on a minute.
(indistinct radio chatter)
Hey, Cap, this is Will.
-Hey, Will. -WILL: (grunts) Hey.
How you feeling?
Like, I just got gut punched by Mike Tyson.
But other than that, I'm okay.
So why don't you wanna come down?
Uh, because, uh, I'm afraid of heights.
You climbed pretty high for a guy who's afraid of heights.
I was looking up the whole time, man, never down.
Why'd you do that?
Because Rory wanted her kite back, and...
I, uh...
I just wanted that little girl to think I'm Superman, you know?
I get it. Well, you're gonna show her
that you're better than Superman.
-Oh, by falling to my death? -OWEN: No.
By facing your fear.
Invincible men don't have to do that.
-What about Kryptonite? -Shut up, Mateo.
So here's what are you gonna do.
You gonna grab my hand,
you're gonna look me in the eye,
and we're gonna walk down this ladder.
For Rory.
Okay.
-MATEO: Alright, buddy, come on. -(Will grunts)
-Okay. -Nice and easy.
-WILL: Thank you.
Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. That's right.
That's right. You got it. You got this.
You got this. Nice and easy. Here we go.
Alright. (panting)
(gentle music playing)
WILL: Thank you.
♪♪
-(applause) -OWEN: Here we go.
Now, meet the best paramedic in the state of Texas.
TOMMY: Hey, Will. Come on, this way.
We're gonna take a look at you.
-Hi. -Hello.
Thank you for saving him.
Your daddy is a very brave man.
He's not my dad. He's my mom's boyfriend.
-Oh. -He's better than my dad.
My dad's never around. Will always is.
-(Will groaning) -(monitor beeping)
(Will grunting)
-Will, what hurts? -My stomach.
It was fine up there. But now it's...
(groans, screams)
-(tense music playing) -(Will groaning)
What's happening?
They're just giving him some treatment.
Why don't you and I go get some water?
(Will screams in pain)
Heart rate spiking 150. BP's 84 over 52.
(Will groaning)
(tense music continues)
(Tommy winces)
-Cap, are you alright? -I'm fine.
-(monitor beeping) -(Tommy breathing heavily)
Will, did you fall on your stomach?
-(groans) Yes. -What is this?
I think it's abdominal compartment syndrome.
(pants) What is happening to me?
Alright, the tissues in your stomach are swelling
and it's cutting off the blood supply to your organs.
-(monitor beeping steadily) -TK: Cap, Cap. He's crashing.
Alright, Nancy, get a saline bag.
-Cut it open. Dump it out. -Dump it? Why?
TOMMY: Because I'm gonna need a sterile seal when I cut him open.
You're gonna do a laparotomy here?
We have no choice. We have to relieve the pressure.
(dramatic music playing)
After I make the cut, Nancy, you place a seal.
-TK, you tape it down. -Copy.
♪♪
Alright, here we go.
(flesh slicing)
(dramatic music continues)
TOMMY: Go.
-Nice and tight. -NANCY: Here we go.
Okay. That's good.
-Alright. What now? -We pray we weren't too late.
And that this releases the pressure.
RORY: Will!
-Hey. Uh... -PAUL: Uh...
♪♪
Will, please wake up. The answer is yes, okay?
You can marry my mom. We can be a family.
But only if you don't die.
(monitor beeping)
(weakly) Oh, that's a deal.
I love you, kiddo.
I love you too...
Dad.
(gentle music playing)
♪♪
Good to go.
(light jazz piano music playing)
(indistinct chatter)
The guests are almost here and we still don't have a spot
for the mixology bar. TK?
What does it matter? I don't even drink.
OWEN: Hey, guys.
-CARLOS: Hey. -Hey, Dad.
Is Enzo here?
No, you're the first one.
You remember what I said, though, right?
Oh, yeah, I promise. Play nice.
Okay. Thank you, 'cause for a minute there,
I didn't think you'd be up for making peace tonight.
For a minute there I wasn't.
Hey, you didn't have to.
Yeah, of course I did.
Babe, where should we put gifts?
Uh, the gift table.
Thank you.
ENZO: Hello, hello.
Oh. Evening all.
-Hey. -TK: Hey, Enzo!
-Hey, kiddo. Sorry, I'm late. -TK: Good to see you.
-Uh, Jonah was a wee bit clingy at bedtime. -TK: Mm.
Oh, this place looks lovely, by the way.
Enzo.
Hey, Owen.
(Owen chuckles)
How's the arm?
I'll live.
(knock on door)
-ALL: Hey! -Happy Birthday!
Looks amazing.
-(excited chatter) -MARJAN: Hi. Hi.
(chatter continues)
(upbeat pop song playing)
Ooh.
(shutter snapping)
Nice.
(song continues)
Okay.
♪ Just like that
♪♪
♪ How could you get me, get me ♪
♪ Mm, just like that
CARLOS (on microphone): How y'all doing?
-(all cheering, clapping) -Yeah, yeah.
So, unbeknownst to my husband,
I put a little song on the karaoke queue.
-No, babe. No. -CARLOS: Yes. Yes.
-Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. -Let's go, birthday boy!
-(whooping) -'Cause you know why? You know why?
A little birdie told me that when you used to play baseball
this was your walk-up song.
Oh, yeah? Was that little birdie named Enzo?
-No comment. -(laughter)
I don't know what you're grinning about, old man.
-Come on. You're singing with me. -ENZO: No, I've got...
I've got a, uh... Okay.
(whooping)
-(applause) -Happy birthday.
("Under Pressure" by David Bowie and Queen plays on karaoke)
♪ Pressure pushin' down on me
♪ Pressin' down on you
♪ No man ask for
♪ Under pressure
♪ That brings a building down
♪ Splits a family in two
♪ Puts people on streets
♪ It's the terror of knowing what this world is about ♪
♪ Watchin' some good friends screamin' ♪
♪ "Let me out"
♪ Tomorrow it takes me higher ♪
♪ Pressure on people
♪ People on streets
♪ Da-da-da
-(TK and Enzo snapping fingers) -(song continues playing)
Alright, thank you for coming, everybody.
(all cheering)
Dad.
-Can't do this without you. -(Owen laughs)
-Okay. -Come on.
(cheering)
-♪ People on streets -Hey!
♪ Ee-da-dee-da-day
Come on, mate. Take us home.
Hey! Yeah, let's go, Cap!
♪ 'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word ♪
♪ And love dares you to care for ♪
♪ The people on the edge of the night ♪
♪ And love dares you to change our way of ♪
(voices muffled, echoing) ♪ Caring about ourselves
(clear sound) ♪ This is our last dance
♪ This is ourselves
♪ Under pressure
-TK: Yee! -(guest whoops)
♪ Under pressure
♪ Pressure
-GUEST 1: Yeah! Woo! -GUEST 2: Woo!
(song concludes)
(all cheering)
Best birthday ever.
-(door slams) -FBI!
Hands in the air! FBI!
-(people exclaiming) -(tense music plays)
I'm a Texas Ranger. Wh-what's going on?
We have reason to believe that Enzo de la Costa
is on the premises.
We're here to arrest him.
I'm Enzo. What are the charges?
Securities fraud, conspiracy, tax evasion, wire fraud.
(police radio chatter)
Yeah, I was worried you'd say that.
(somber music playing)
Sorry, kiddo.
Well, the feds seized the McLaren.
They're saying he signed it over as a form of, uh,
asset concealment.
No wonder he wanted to transfer the title over so quick.
-Anything from him? -TK: No.
-He's still being processed. -OWEN: Hm.
TK: They're saying it's a multi-billion-dollar fraud.
And I'm still trying to wrap my head around how the Enzo
that I thought I knew could do something like this.
I mean, I thought he was a good person, you know?
He is.
That's not what good people do, Dad.
It's what, it's what bad people do.
Why can't he be both?
Most of us are.
Look.
It sounds like Enzo probably hurt a lot of people,
and if he did, I hope he suffers the consequences, but...
he also raised you.
And that's what a good person does.
Yeah. Enzo did play a big role,
but so did you, Dad.
I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for you.
You literally saved me.
I mean, everything good in my life
is because you never gave up on me.
Yeah, you've never been the perfect Dad,
but you sure are a great one.
I love you very much.
I love you too, son.
Hey, y'all wanna eat some cake?
-OWEN: Yeah. -TK: Yes.
-I mean, it is my birthday. -OWEN: Thank you.
Hey, Dad, I never opened your gift.
Well, I wouldn't now.
Oh, don't worry. It can't be worse than Enzo's.
Sure it can.
(TK chuckles)
Driving gloves.
(TK and Carlos chuckle)
Only thing missing is the dream car.
There's always next year.
(chuckles)
(sewing machine whirring)
Mom, what are you doing?
Sorry. Did I wake you?
It's okay, but why didn't you come see us when you got home?
It was late.
Hey, Iz. Look what I got.
All ready for its debut.
Amazing. But why are you grinding in the middle of the night?
Well, I said it was gonna be done by tomorrow.
And now it's done.
Thank you, Mom.
(Tommy chuckles, slightly winces)
IZZY: You're the best.
Oh, and no dancing in that, okay?
Until you are on stage, entiendes?
-Okay. -TOMMY: Okay.
So, how much dancing did you do tonight?
I don't know what you're talking about.
At the party. Were there any cute guys?
That is none of your business.
There were. Come on, just spill the tea.
(laughs) I'm not spilling tea about a man
with my little girls.
We may be your kids, but we're not your baby girls.
-TOMMY: Oh. -Yeah. We're 13.
Oh, 13. You're right. Okay.
Um, his name is Dante.
Ooh. Dante.
-Mm-hmm. -EVIE VEGA: Nice.
So, what was he like?
Um, he was, uh,
tall and, um...
oh, a Texas Ranger and, he--
Mom, are you okay?
Uh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I just...
I-I think I just, uh...
(tense music playing)
(breathing heavily)
-(Tommy thuds) -Mom!
Okay, who am I talking to?
EVIE (on phone): My name is Evie Vega.
My address is 5674 Merriman.
Your mom is Tommy Vega?
Yes, she's a paramedic. Please hurry.
WYATT: Alright, we're sending help now.
Is there anyone else in the house?
EVIE: Just my sister, Izzy.
Mom, please wake up!
-Okay, tell me what happened. -EVIE: I don't know.
She was sewing and talking, and then she fell.
-Alright. Am I on speaker? -EVIE: Yes.
WYATT: Do you know if your mom keeps a first aid kit in the house?
Yes, uh, she does. In the hall closet.
WYATT: Okay, have your sister go get it
and unlock the front door for the paramedics.
Okay, she's doing it.
Good. Now, Evie, I want you to check your mom's pulse for me.
Do you know how to take a pulse?
Yes. Um, she taught us. Okay.
-Okay, I'm doing it. -WYATT: Do you feel anything?
Yeah, but it's all fluttery like a hummingbird.
It just doesn't feel right.
WYATT: Is she breathing?
EVIE: I don't know. I can't tell.
Mom, please wake up.
-Is her chest rising? -I can't tell.
Is her chest rising?
IZZY: I-I don't think so.
Put your ear next to her nostrils and mouth.
Do you hear anything or feel any air coming out?
EVIE: No. Mom, please wake up!
Stay with me, Evie.
Help is just a minute away,
but I need you guys to give her two rescue breaths for me.
-Did you find that first aid kit? -EVIE: Yes.
WYATT: Okay, open it up.
Any chance you see a clear plastic mask in there?
-IZZY: Yes. There's one in here. -WYATT: Great.
Tilt your mom's head back.
Put it over her mouth.
Okay, I did it. It's on.
Now take a deep breath, blow into the tube hard.
-Do it twice. -(Izzy blowing)
WYATT: Anything?
IZZY: (whimpers) No!
WYATT: Then keep going.
-Come on, Mama. Come on! -(Izzy blowing)
IZZY: Wake up!
(Evie panting)
(Izzy blowing)
(tense, dramatic music playing)
IZZY: (sighs deeply) She opened her eyes!
(sighs) Good. Very good.
She's breathing.
-(knock on door) -PARAMEDIC: Paramedics. Can we come in?
IZZY: Yes! Come in. She's over here!
- People are here. -Okay, good.
I'm calling my dad.
He's gonna meet you girls at the hospital.
Girls, you just saved your mom's life.
She's gonna be so proud of you.
(indistinct radio chatter)
(indistinct PA announcement)
Hey, Nancy.
-Oh, my God. Judd. -(Judd exhales)
-JUDD: Ohh. -Is she okay?
Yeah. She's okay.
She's gonna be alright.
Thank you for reaching out.
Well, that was Tommy's orders.
You were the only one that she wanted me to call.
What the hell happened?
She got home from TK's party
and she just collapsed.
Do they know why she collapsed?
They think it was a blood clot,
got into her lung.
More than likely, it's part of a complication from,
from her surgery.
Her surgery... So you know?
About her cancer?
Yeah.
Yeah, she told me.
And, uh, she told the girls too.
(Nancy exhales)
NANCY: How did they take it?
It-it was rough, but, you know,
they're-they're strong like their mama.
I'm glad.
But the doctors, they think that she's gonna be alright?
Yeah. They gave her some blood thinners.
They're gonna hold her for a couple nights for observation.
But, you know, they said that the worst part's behind her.
Okay. That's good.
What can I do?
She just said she wanted to talk to you right away.
Said, even if she was sleeping.
-She did? -JUDD: Yeah.
-NANCY: Okay. -So, uh-- gimme.
She's in, uh, 408.
I... Uh, just...
Just as a heads-up, uh, she don't look good.
-Okay. -JUDD: Yeah.
NANCY: Okay.
(indistinct PA announcement)
(monitor beeping)
(gentle, solemn music playing)
TOMMY: (groans weakly) Hey, Nancy.
Hi, Tommy. How are you feeling?
TOMMY: Like I...
They're--
(weakly) They're saying
that the clot was due to overexertion.
Could have happened to anybody.
-It's not your fault. -Yes, it is.
You warned me.
Turns out cancer is...
more than just a little inconvenient.
Yeah.
TOMMY: It's already kicking my ass. I...
I haven't even gotten to the hard part yet.
It's all the hard part.
But what cancer doesn't know is that you're about
to start kicking its ass right back.
Just as soon as I get upright again.
Right.
And then it'll be on.
TOMMY: Listen, uh...
If I'm gonna win this fight,
I can't do it with one hand tied behind my back.
I'm gonna need to walk away from the 126.
And it might be for a long time.
I get it.
Take all the time that you need.
And the good news is, we know Captain Stephens is ready to plug in.
I don't want Stephens.
I want you.
Me? Captain?
What kinda drugs do they have you on?
I'm not ready for that.
If this week has proven anything...
is that you're wise and humble...
and patient.
Which is more than I can say for myself right now.
It's why I would like to make you...
acting Paramedic Captain of the 126.
(Nancy sniffles)
Wow.
I'm honored.
But?
Terrified.
Good.
Well, that's how I know you're ready.
I'll be cheering for you, Captain.
You too, Captain.
♪♪
(country rock theme music playing)
(fanfare playing)