Those Who Wish Me Dead

Maintain the line! All the way to the ridge!

Hold the line!

The wind is turning!

- We got no escape route! - We know, get the gear!

Leo, get back here!

- Come on! - Leo!

Fire's turned!

- Fall back! - Help us, please!

Morning, ma'am.

I'm with the Fire Department, he's with Florida Gas.

Yeah, our system alerted us to a gas leak where our main feeds into your boiler.

Is your husband home?

He's in the shower. Should we get out of the house?

No, this is as likely a computer error as an actual leak, but...

we should check to be safe.

- May we come in? - Please, yes.

- Thank you, ma'am. - Yeah, thank you.

Hey, how far away is Jacksonville?

With traffic? Six hours.

Maybe more.

You got blood on your shirt.

You should change before we continue.

Well I'd hate to take a detour. This'll be on the news in a half hour.

If he has any sense he'll be on the move already.

Uh, it'll take him a day to get the courage, another to plan it.

We'll be there, besides. We don't take unnecessary risks.

- I'm sorry. - Happens.

Come on, bud. We're gonna be late.

Light winds out of the southwest.

Expect a high of 74 degrees...

In financial news, commercial real estate continues to suffer...

- What's "obtuse" mean? - Mmm.

Like, annoyingly insensitive.

Has a girl ever called you obtuse?

Only your mother, son.

Were you?

It could also mean, like, very slow to understand.

I'm pretty sure I was that.

That makes more sense.

Just tell her you're sorry and you'll try harder.

I'm not taking dating advice from you, Dad. No offense.

Can girls have cooties for one more year, please,

while I mentally prepare for what's coming?

This is the scene in Fort Lauderdale,

at the home of District Attorney Thomas Berdido,

where it is now believed he and his family were killed

in what fire officials are calling a gas line explosion.

Fort Lauderdale's police chief says he intends

to work closely with fire officials

to find a definitive cause of this tragedy,

that has cost this community a family

and one of its most beloved leaders.

Dad, you all right?

We're gonna be late.

- You ready? - Yep.

Let's go.

Right over there.

Let's go.

Jeez, Dad, what's wrong with you?

- Dad, what are you doing? - We're playing hooky.

I don't want to play hooky. I have a chemistry exam at 8:00.

We're playing hooky!

No! No more texting. No phone, okay?

Just give it to me. Give... Give me the phone!

Are you in trouble? What did you do?

The right thing, you understand me?

I did the right thing.

If you did the right thing, then why are you so scared?

The great history of smokejumpers now rests on your capable shoulders.

With every jump you make, every fire you turn...

- Look at those babies. - Yup.

Hey, top me off here, boss.

You can't wait 15 minutes for the party at the bar?

Shut the fuck up, you were drunk when I picked you up this morning.

That's very true.

Self-medicating your way through it, huh?

Oh, ladies and gentlemen.

Ethan, where do they teach you that stare that y'all have?

Not that one. That one. That one, right there.

- That one right here? - Oh, that one.

- You feel it, Benny? - I can see it right through your sunglasses.

Going right into my heart, my soul.

Just a lot of hours in front of the mirror, bud.

Oh, I bet. Mean and sexy.

Why'd they put you in a fire tower?

Well, I'm just lucky, I guess.

- Yeah, fuck them and their tests. - Assholes.

Fuck them.

- Fuck 'em all. - Which tower?

217, close to you.

So keep the barbecues low, or I'm gonna have to send in an air strike.

Right. All right, listen.

I'd really like today to go different than last year

and the year before that and every other fucking year that came before that.

- Last year was fun. - All right. Last year was fun.

So, who can tell me what the goal of the day is?

Threesome sounds pretty good.

Or winning the lottery.

Threesome for you would be winning the lottery.

- That's fucked up. - Very true.

The goal, you fucking clowns, for the day...

- No fighting. - Exactly right.

And please do not jump off of shit with parachutes, okay?

- Oh, who would do that? - Oh, I have no idea.

I... am older now, and...

Well, I'm older.

- Just trying to keep you alive. - Hey, no, no, hey, hey.

Don't you worry about that. That's our job.

You just write the parking tickets and we'll keep you alive.

Fair enough.

- Make good choices, please. - Oh, here's to good choices.

- Good choices! - Now we're talking.

I'm feeling naughty.

Well, me being the team player...

- I guess I can help you with that. - Oh, no, no, no.

I do not have sex with a man I have seen shit in the woods.

Get the fuck out of here. I have the very same rule.

You don't have sex with men who shit in the woods?

- Who the fuck are you kidding? - Oh, are we being too loud?

Are we too loud, Ethan? I'm sorry. I'm so...

- How about this? Congratulations! - Congratulations!

Congratulations!

Come on now.

Would you just get into this?

Could you just get your head in the game?

Hey, do you want to dance with the devil?

I'm gonna show you how to dance with the devil right now, you fucker.

- Ooh! - Listen, the objective is to put it in the hole.

- That's what she said. - I'm gonna show you how to do it, snowflake.

Boss... you're up, let's go.

I do nothing involving the word "corn."

Oh, you coward.

Yes!

See? That's how it's done.

- Nothing left to prove. - How can I follow that?

Give me that. This is how you follow it.

Yeah! Yeah!

I'm not judging. I'm just trying to understand.

That's your fucking boyfriend?

Yes.

I can't get my fucking head around it.

I don't understand, why is it so funny to you?

Oh, fuck, dude this is perfect! He's fucking vaping!

He's trying to quit smoking. Stop being a fucking dick.

- Vic! Ryan! She's... She's doing it! - What, right now?

She's fucking doing it, come on!

- Parachute! - Come on!

You've learned nothing!

- Oh, fuck! - Let's go!

Oh, fuck.

Shit.

I remember the landing being softer last time.

Nope. It went pretty much like that.

What are you gonna do, arrest me?

Huh?

Fuck.

You wonder why you failed your psych eval, huh?

Did you tighten these with a fucking torque wrench?

Oh, does it hurt?

- Yeah, it fucking hurts. - Good. Maybe you'll learn something.

Hey, eyes on me. Quit your sulking, all right?

You got yourself here. This shit is on you.

Fucking earned it.

Let's go.

Here's the thing.

We both know that had nothing to do with fun,

and it sure as shit wasn't an accident, all right?

Look, H., I know what you're trying to do.

Maybe those other assholes, they don't see it, but I certainly do.

You know, maybe a summer in a fire tower by yourself do you some good.

- Maybe. - Mm-hmmm.

Maybe I'll just jump.

Jesus Christ.

It doesn't look like they took anything.

Toothbrushes still in the bathroom.

They're gone.

We need a destination. I'll take the computer, you take the house.

He withdrew $10,000 from his account. He'll go dark now.

We need to know the friend or family member he's running to.

All right.

Come on.

Where are you going?

Uh... How about the one in law enforcement?

Survival school.

This keeps getting better.

What do you know about my job, son?

- You're an accountant. - Yeah.

At least I thought you were.

I'm a forensic accountant, which means...

I look for things that don't add up.

And I found some.

The man I work for, he was killed today because of what I found.

But I still know it, which means they're gonna...

They're gonna come after me, too.

- We need to go to the police. - No.

The DA has police protection 24 hours a day.

And where were they this morning?

The case implicates a lot of people, son, people with a lot to lose.

Governors, congressmen... We can only trust people that we know.

You understand me?