9-1-1: Nashville

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Everyone's looking good. Get off your feet, let's go!

All right, East Nasty. Let's register this thing on the Richter scale.

Let's get it! Come on!

Hey, Jules. We gotta cut this thing off, man.

It's getting too crazy in here.

Oh. Crazy's the whole point, Tray. Come on.

We do this right, we're gonna make Fyre Fest look like amateur hour.

- Let's go. - It was amateur hour.

We got too many people in here.

Our outlets are overtaxed, metal detectors on the fritz,

- and you can barely see my exit signs. - Oh, you are killing the vibe.

Come on, Tray, look around. Every single one of these 10.0s is tagging us.

They're gonna put us on the map.

Hey, watch it.

Me watch it?

You know who I am? I'm the king, you bitch!

Hey!

Call me a bitch again.

- You think that's funny? - Jules…

Who's laughing now, bitch? Ha-ha! Let's dance, baby.

- What is that? Do you smell that? -

- It's gas! - It's gas?

- My eyes! I can't see! - It burns!

- It's poison! Run! - Run!

- Poison! -

It's not poison, it's pepper spray!

Outta my way!

Who throws a rave at 7:00 a.m. anyway?

This one started 12 hours ago. People were still going hard.

How many are still in there?

Could be 20, could be 60. Your guess is as good as mine.

- Hey. Hey, stop. Stop! Don't pull. - No, please! Ow! Please stop!

Pull her like that, you might snap her in half.

- These people can hardly breathe. - Let us worry about that.

Please, help! We're dying.

Hey, folks, we're gonna get you all out of this, all right?

Hurry!

How?

You ever done a sliding block puzzle?

["Benevolence - Tetris Original Motion Picture" plays]

- There you go. - Whoa!

Pull. There we go. There we go. There we go.

All right, get him out of here, guys. Check for broken bones.

From the top, one at a time. Here we go. Moving 'em out.

Here we go. Gurney coming in. Now we're moving. Now we're moving.

Let's go. C-collars.

Get her on there. Get her on there.

Radio Village West. They're gonna have a hell of a morning.

Patient suffered deep lacerations and potential crush injuries.

Take him to Dr. Roy, Trauma Bay One.

Vitals are stable. Possible broken ribs.

Park her in the lobby, Ry. Follow along.

Spurting injury. We did a tourniquet on his brachial artery.

- Trauma Bay Three, Dr. Nissa. - Sam! Sam! We need you in here.

Something's wrong with my friend. She's, like, inflating.

- Inflating? -

What's happening to me?

Stay calm. We're gonna help you, sweetie.

Broken ribs, right?

One probably punctured her lung while she was lying here.

Subcutaneous emphysema?

She doesn't smoke.

That's not what that means.

Air's leaking out of her lungs to her chest and surrounding tissue,

crushing her airway.

Okay. She needs a chest tube.

First, we need to manually relieve the air from the sub-Q space.

- You wanna do this here? - Prep the clavicle, grab me a scalpel.

- Yep. - What are y'all doing?

We need to cut her some blowholes.

Did you say "blowholes"?

We need to push the air out so that her lungs have room to expand.

- Okay, Ry. - Yep.

So sorry, sweetie, but this is gonna sting.

- Okay, breathe for us. -

Yeah. Good.

- Breathe. -

Good job.

Vitals restoring.

O2's rising.

It's working. Pressure's releasing.

How do you feel?

Like I can finally breathe.

Good. That makes three of us.

- Thank you. - Nice work, babe.

You too.

Oh, my God. Are you guys dating?

We're married actually.

Relationship goals.

You're all right. You're okay.

I'm afraid it's gotten worse.

As you can see there,

polyps have doubled their size since your last scan.

I mean that don't make no sense.

I've been doing all the vocal exercise stuff you've been pushing,

yodeling, steam breathing.

Hell, I've been chewing on this fake-ass cigarette for months.

Well, there's really no substitute for surgery.

Look, I told you.

I can't afford it yet.

Ms. Bennings,

if you leave this untreated much longer,

you're gonna risk scarring,

sound hoarse permanently

or even hemorrhage.

A hemorrhage?

It's that critical.

You need the surgery.

Before it's too late.

When you said you were gonna teach me how to drive today,

this isn't what I pictured.

You know, my daddy taught me how to operate my first tractor

when I was 12.

He said, "One day this will all be yours."

Well, I blinked and here we are.

It's your turn.

Go on, climb on up.

You want me to do it by myself?

Don't be scared, okay? I'll be right beside you.

I believe in you, Carly.

Okay, what do I do?

Well, first you buckle up.

Now push in the clutch.

Right here. Then put it in forward gear.

- Like this? - Yeah, just like that. Now turn her on.

- - Oh.

Now, ease your foot off the clutch.

- Whoa. -

That was a little quick releasing the clutch, but you're okay.

I-It's going too fast.

Okay, well, if you wanna slow down, just ease back on the throttle.

- Where? I-I don't see it. - It's right next to the steering wheel.

Just pull that back.

- Cat! - Don't swerve!

- - Watch out for the pond!

- It's okay. It's okay. - It's okay.

Please! Please! Help, we're down here!

Paramedics, assess the patients. We gotta hurry up here.

Watkins, Blue, start cribbing.

We need to get him out of there.

- Please hurry. - We got him, sweetie.

You have to hold him up, or he'll go under.

Don't worry. We'll take good care of him, baby.

Okay.

Hey, sweetie, I need you to go with paramedic Yu.

He'll check you out to make sure you're okay.

Sir, I'm Roxie. This is Taylor.

I-I'll be right here, Daddy.

It's okay, baby.

Sir, can you breathe? How's your pain?

I got a little pressure in my chest and my legs, but mostly just cold.

Does this hurt right here?

No. Most of the weight landed on the rocks.

I'm just stuck.

Cribbing's in place, Cap.

Hey, Doc, how's he doing?

Good news is, he's not crushed.

Seems like the hood's resting on some rocks,

but he's trapped in the pocket.

Don't think he has a spinal, but hypothermia's already setting in.

That means we don't have a lot of time.

Let's get this thing off him now.

Taylor, be ready to get a backboard underneath him.

We're gonna throw the kitchen sink at this.

We're gonna raise it and slide him out.

On my call, one, two… Go!

Pull. Pull!

Come on. Don't quit. Don't quit. Pull!

There we go. There we go. There we go.

It's working. Keep going.

Just a little more. Keep going.

- It's stalling. - It's not high enough.

He's still stuck between the rocks.

Cap, it's too heavy.

We put any more stress on these lines, they're gonna snap like rubber bands.

- It may be too much already. -

Well, we need to try something else because his body temperature is dropping.

We may not be able to raise the tractor, but we can lower the man.

Ry, get ready to dig.

Get over there and dig. Taylor, Rox,

lift him up as best you can!

- Come on, boys. Dig, dig, dig! -

Come on. Dig, dig, dig, boys.

Before it drops.

- How we looking? - It's not quite there.

That thing's gonna go!

Just put him under and yank him out.

Hold your breath.

- Here we go. -

Go. Go.

Dad! Are you okay?

It's okay, honey, I was just stuck.

Sir, is your leg okay?

Leg's okay. It was just pinched.

We'll take you to the hospital to make sure.

- Oh, no. Just… - I'm so sorry.

- This was all my fault. - No, honey,

I blame the cat that ran out in front of us.