9-1-1

A rage room? Denise, this is silly.

Come on, it'll be fun.

We get to smash a bunch of junk.

- I don't know. - Oh, Emily.

We are doing this.

When is the last time you allowed yourself

to feel angry?

I mean, really angry. Never.

Even after Eric asked you for the divorce.

Just think of his face

every time you smash something to pieces.

Okay, I'm in.

- Hm. - Shall we?

Whoo! You're up!

I don't think this is working.

Come on! You gotta reach down deep

and find your rage!

- Okay. - Remember when you made

that big anniversary dinner and Eric didn't even show up?

Didn't that piss you off?

Yes, I spent $400 on a sous-vide

and boiled meat in a plastic bag.

- Yeah, you did. - Oh. Okay.

That a girl!

What about the time when he took

that boys' trip up in Big Bear

and he left you home alone with a sick two-year-old?

I was covered in puke and poop

and he was at a ski lodge

sipping bourbon and smoking cigars!

And what about that thing he does

where he barks like a seal when he's having sex?

I mean, what is that about?

I never told you about that.

Sure, you did. Ahh...

I mean, you must have. You tell me everything.

Oh, my God.

I knew there was someone else.

And it was you!

No, no, it's... it's not.

I mean, not recently.

You're supposed to be my best friend!

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I'm sorry, I can't hear you. What is that noise?

Friend! I've unleashed a monster.

- She's gonna kill me. - Ma'am, can you tell me

- where you're calling from? - Happy's Rage Room,

downtown!

Apart from a blowout bar,

this is the dumbest thing people in L.A. pay money for.

I think it's genius.

Your victim's in there.

Where?

There. Your victim climbed into the barrel

after her BFF started chasing her

- with a sledgehammer. - I thought the point

was to smash things, not each other.

Wife. Mistress.

Adulterous slut!

Does the adulterous slut have a name?

Denise. She can't hear you very well in there.

Ears ringing.

Denise, are you hurt?

- What? - Ah, looks like

she's sledge hammered in there pretty good, Cap.

Lena, Eddie, saws and jaws.

On it, Cap.

Denise, we're gonna cut you out of there.

What?

You have the right to remain silent.

Wait, excuse me. Please, don't arrest her.

This is all my fault.

You wanna be a better friend? Bail her out.

I'd rather rot in jail

than have her do another thing for me.

I should've never trusted you!

Consider this the end of our friendship!

I hate you! Next time...

So much anger in the world these days.

I can see why this place is all the rage.

- See what I did there? - Oh, I see it.

I'm really sorry about this.

I thought I was gonna have the day off.

Oh, it's fine.

Pretty sure I'm gonna have an easier day than you are.

A root canal would be more fun.

Six...

Six embryos made it.

They're sending them for testing, and then...

We can schedule the transfer.

I guess we have to start deciding

exactly how many little pairs of feet

we want stomping around this house.

Mom, have you seen my phone charger?

Why am I the lost and found?

In the kitchen. Next to the coffee maker.

And hurry! Let's go!

What time are you and Bobby leaving?

We're not.

What? I thought you guys were going

- to that B&B up the coast. - Canceled,

on account of a lawsuit.

Buck's suing the city to get his job back.

Bobby has to go in for an arbitration hearing today.

Wow. Last time I saw Buck

he was coughing up blood on the patio.

Oh, yeah. He's a sweet kid,

but I need to stop inviting him over.

Chaos inevitably ensues.

That sounds like a great idea.

None of this would've happened if you hadn't

invited him over for dinner.

Excuse you.

And that would be my cue.

Hey, Harry! Come on, let's go, man!

You know your grandmother's expecting us for lunch.

And if we're late, I am definitely blaming you.

It won't matter. It's genetically impossible

for GG to get mad at me.

- Bye, Bobby. - You two be good.

Don't give your dad too much trouble.

- Give GG a kiss hello for me. - I will.

Have fun!

So, what is that about this Buck thing being my fault?

I think I'll exercise my right to remain silent.

I love you.

This is not a trial,

and I am not a judge.

This arbitration will address Mr. Buckley's claim

against the Los Angeles Fire Department

for wrongful termination.

Buck wasn't terminated. He still has his job.

It's our position that Firefighter Buckley,

while not technically fired,

has been constructively terminated

from all components of firefighting duty.

A defacto firing.

Which is a direct result of a pattern

of discriminatory and unequal treatment

- on the part of Captain Nash. - Unequal treatment?

I don't treat Buck any differently

than I do any other firefighter under my watch.

- Really? - Really.

See, I was hit from behind with a construction truck

and the rebar entered the back of my skull

and went right through my brain and exited my forehead.

- See that little scar? - Yeah.

It's all I ended up with.

That's miraculous.

And how long did it take before you returned to work?

Uh...

several weeks.

No, you know what? It was more closer to a month.

I'm a quick healer, evidently.

Evidently.

And your more recent medical trauma...

after you were stabbed repeatedly

by your girlfriend's ex-husband...

How long before you were back with the 118?

That was also about a month.

Hm. So it's fair to say

Captain Nash has followed a pattern

of allowing firefighters with serious injuries

back after less than a month.

No, I don't think it is fair to say.

Every patient is different. Every injury is different.

The blood thinners that Buck has to take right now

makes it very dangerous for him to be in the field.

Tell me...

do you recognize this brochure?

Yes.

Can you tell us what it is?

It's a commercial brochure for anticoagulant

blood thinner medication.

Medications that you yourself sold

in your former career as a pharmaceutical rep.

- Is that right? - Yes.

And in your sales pitch to your doctor clients,

was it your contention that these medications

would allow patients to resume their normal lives?

I was a sales rep, not a doctor.

But you were a field medic.

Doesn't qualify me to comment on Buck's medical status.

It does make me understand the chain of command.

And if Cap says he's not ready, he's not ready.

Were you ready, Firefighter Diaz,

to return to work after your wife's death?

That's my business.

It's also your Captain's business.

He never suggested you take some time?

- See a counselor? - He wasn't there at the time.

'Cause he'd been suspended.

Captain Nash's suspension was adjudicated.

I don't see how it is relevant

- to this proceeding. - It's relevant

because it illustrates how everyone except Mr. Buckley

is allowed to return to the job,

no matter the injury or infraction.

Buck has a chronic medical condition.