9-1-1: Lone Star

"I hereby release Marlene Harris and Harris Stables LLC

from all liability in the event of paralysis

and/or death to horse and/or rid"-- There's a lot of and/ors.

Yeah. That's just boilerplate though, right?

Y'all have never taken somebody out of here in a body bag?

No, never a horse.

You're welcome to have your attorney review it, Owen.

Nah, I'm good. Let's do this.

All right. Follow me.

Marlene, you remodeling this place?

Oh, I bought the barn for a song, but the stalls were falling where they stood.

- So yeah, we're giving it an update. - Miss Harris.

- Duke. -

Ah! Lady Ann Richards, you quit that digging right now.

- You go get now, you hear me? -

- Beautiful dog. - Oh, she's a beautiful pain in my ass.

- - She can tunnel to China.

- All right. Easy, easy. - Ooh.

Okay. Now, Owen, bossing a horse is all about one thing:

- showing it trust. - Mmm.

Because just like with people, without trust,

- there can be no relationship. -

So, only way to earn trust is getting your hands dirty.

So what I want you to do is clean his hoof.

You want me to give him a pedicure?

The good Lord Jesus wasn't above cleaning feet

and neither are you.

Okay, Owen. Now, listen.

To clean his hoof, he's gotta let you lift it. Okay?

So I want you to approach his shoulder carefully.

Okay. Here we go. It's your old pal.

- Let's, uh… -

Won't you give me that leg?

Good, good.

- Now slide your hand down his leg. - Now, just give me…

- If he trusts you, he'll let you. -

- -

- You all right, Cap? -

- I'm good. -

I'm gonna try his back leg.

This is such a bad idea.

Gimme that leg.

- -

- -

Cap, you gotta stop. You're gonna get killed.

- - He's not gonna get killed.

- - He might get killed.

Well, at least he signed the waiver.

Easy, easy, easy.

- -

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- -

He does have some fight in him though, don't he?

I told you, Thunder's gonna be a hard horse to tame.

- - I wasn't talking about the horse.

You can beat me up all you want…

…I'm not going anywhere.

Let's do this thing.

There we go. Yeah.

Yeah.

Son of a…

Bleeding has stopped, and I'm ready for round two.

Cap, you sure you don't wanna take a little break for a minute?

Yeah, he's right.

You know, Thunder could use some space now anyway.

I was just breaking him down.

No, this isn't supposed to be a battle of attrition.

It's about making him feel safe with you.

From the second that you walked in, his neck was tense.

His eyes wide, his ears pinned back.

What does that mean?

He's a prey animal, and he's scared of you.

I'm the one who saved him from the glue factory. Why is he scared of me?

Why don't you tell me?

Or better yet, tell Thunder.

Tell Thunder what?

You ever hear, "You're only as sick as your secrets"?

The secrets that you carry around create tension.

Horses can sense these things.

And I can tell you right now,

Thunder knows you are holding on to something.

Something dark.

The question is, what is it?

Sir, can you tell me where you are?

- In the back of a cop car. - Is there an officer there with you?

- Yeah, but he's passed out. - Were you in an accident?

We went off the road, and now the car's filling up with smoke.

- - And the officer, is he breathing?

I don't know. I… I think so.

I don't know. He hit his head pretty good. Listen, you gotta send help, okay?

I think I found the cruiser. It's Officer Trey Garcia's.

- Okay. Dispatching help now. -

- Can you tell me your name? - Rudy.

Rudy Wagner III.

Smoke's getting too thick. I can't breathe.

You gotta get me out of here.

Please.

Okay. We're gonna bust you out.

But, Rudy, you have to promise me that if I do,

you're gonna help Officer Garcia. Okay?

- Promise. Deal. - Okay. Are your hands cuffed?

Yeah, behind my back.

Okay. I need you to pull your hands down as low as you can.

Loop them over your feet like you're jumping rope.

- Can you do that? - Yeah.

Are you really helping a criminal escape a cop car?

- APD is less than five minutes away. -

You can die of smoke inhalation in less than that.

Okay. My hands are in front of me. What next?

Okay. Look at the armrest on your door. There should be a window control switch.

The window switch? The switches don't work in the cop cars.

That's only because they're disconnected.

Okay. I need you to find a seam around the switch panel.

Dig your nails in and pry it loose.

- -

Okay. Okay, I got it open.

I need you to find the two wires with disconnected ends.

Okay. Okay, I got it.

Okay. Now twist the wires together and try the window switch.

It's working. It worked!

All right, great. Uh…

Now go to the driver's side door and extract Officer Garcia.

If it's locked, just break the window. Okay, Rudy?

Rudy?

Rudy, you there?

He left him in there.

Dispatch. APD 419, first on the scene.

Cruiser is fully engulfed.

Are there any windows or doors open?

Rear driver's side window is down.

Okay. And the driver's door, is that open?

Negative. Still closed.

But the passenger's side is open.

Looks like a Good Samaritan dragged him out.

I didn't do it!

A Good Samaritan in handcuffs?

A good one all the same.

What do you think you're doing?

Making dinner.

Wait a minute. Are you out of your mind?

These are pasture-raised, heritage chicken breasts.

So?

So, I was gonna use them to make Paul's famous chicken cacciatore.

Well, now they're gonna be used to make

Mateo's soon-to-be-famous chicken Kiev.

With all due respect, your cacciatore can be a little bit briny.

And I'm not the only one who thinks so.

It's supposed to be briny. That's where all the flavor is.

Marjan, tell him he's being ridiculous.

Well, taste is a subjective matter.

How about this? Why don't you guys put it to the house

on a group text so everybody can vote?

It's a great idea. I love it.

You know what? Nancy, send that chicken Kiev I made on date night.

Nah, nah. You do not want a photo-off, okay?

Because my dishes are sexy as hell.

Well, let the sexiest dish win.

- All right, Paul. Got your cacciatore. -

Nancy, I'm just waiting on yours.

- Got it. -

Yeah. Uh-huh.

I know.

- No. No. - Pretty sexy, right?

It's sexy, I just…

I don't think those are the breasts you meant to send.

- Hmm? - Huh?

Nancy, you sent the after photo pic.

Not the before dinner.

What?

What? Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

- I just sent this to everyone. - Yeah.

Baby, we need to go and delete this off of every phone in the firehouse

before anyone else sees it.

I know you're embarrassed, okay? But we're all adults here, right?

I mean, we're all familiar with the human form.

It's not just about what's in the photo, it's where we took the photo.

- Oh, God. - Yeah.

- - We gotta get these phones.

Okay. 0000.

- -

- 1111. - Oh, yeah. Good try.

- - Ah.

- Any guesses? - Uh, try Judd's birthday. Try 1582.

You know his birthday?

I had to memorize everyone's when I was probie.

- -

Hey, buddy.

Uh, do you mind opening your phone for me?

- Why? - Because I wanted to scan your Venmo.

Uh, your name wasn't coming up,

and we realized that we never paid you back for karaoke.

Oh, it's fine. It's Carlos's and my treat.

Oh, come on. We can pay.

- No, it's fine. Really. - We prefer it. Really.

Yeah, and we insist. Re--

- You simply must let me do it. - Nance.

- Hey, T.K. - Nancy.