9-1-1 - Sixth Season

People say that there are no seasons in Los Angeles.

Imagining all of our days as perfectly sunny and 72 degrees.

That's actually San Diego.

Angelenos know how rainy winter gives way to a too-short spring,

that summer starts with gloomy skies

and ends with unrelenting heat.

And what happens when the Santa Anas start to blow.

Dry winds that tear through the mountains and canyons

picking up speed and strength as they descend on the city.

Downing power lines, uprooting trees

and unsettling psyches.

Blamed for everything from migraines

to a rise in the divorce rate...

...the Santa Anas wear us down.

Creeping into our dreams and setting our teeth on edge.

Every gust adding to the eerie, pervasive sense

that a reckoning may be upon us.

Or, as Joan Didion said...

Amen.

"The wind shows us how close to the edge we are."

Oh, hey! You working tonight?

I didn't see you on the schedule.

Jamal needs an emergency root canal.

Said I'd cover. Oh.

You seem very upset about that. No. It's just...

I hit four detours on the way here.

Two fallen tree limbs, one random idiot

who drove into a fire hydrant,

and for some reason, Alvarado is completely closed.

Tamale festival. Mm-hmm.

In the middle of Windpocalypse 2022? Mm-hmm.

This is why I schedule around these crazy shifts.

Just like full moons, somehow the Santa Anas

make people think it's okay to be dumb and irrational,

and then they go and make dumb choices,

leading to dumb emergencies.

Did I mention they're dumb? I think you might have.

How many calls so far?

Uh, just a few, you know, usual stuff.

Yeah, a few drunk and disorderlies.

Some people hit by a flying umbrella.

That parrot stabbing. What?

Mm-hmm. How does a parrot stab someone?

They were actually stabbed with a parrot.

It was, like, a parrot statue. That one was a little weird.

But not the weirdest we've ever seen.

Well, think of it as your average windy night.

Mm-hmm. How bad can it be?

In a statement released earlier today,

the LAFD announced it's going to be enforcing

red flag parking zones for the first time in two years.

They'll be starting about midnight tonight...

Lenny.

It's okay. Come on down.

Mom, I can't calm her down.

Why are there fireworks?

What are we celebrating at 8:00 on a Monday?

Obviously they don't like pets or the environment.

Maybe your dad will be able to help her when he gets home.

Well, isn't he normally home by now? It's the Santa Anas.

The company never hires enough workers to deal with

all the downed power lines.

It's really kicking up out there.

No, no, Lenny! Stop!

I'll get the flashlight.

I'll get the treat container.

I'm so sorry, honey.

She's probably just hiding.

But what if she gets hit by a car?

Or attacked by a coyote?

Hey, hey, we're gonna find her.

: She must be so scared right now.

You know what, I.. I'll go out

and look some more while you're getting ready for bed.

The fireworks aren't going off, maybe she'll come out for me.

That's a great idea. Okay.

Oh, thank God! Oh, Lenny, you had us so worried.

What you got there?

A hand?

Yes, a.. a severed hand.

No, Lenny. Don't pick it up again.

Drop it. Well, do you know whose hand it is?

No. Our dog ran away and then came back with it.

Are you sure it's real? I don't know.

I.. It's bloody and gross, and I think

Lenny used it as a chew toy before she brought it in.

Okay. Can you pick up the hand?

Pick it up?

Well, I need you to tell me

if the flesh is still warm. Oh, God.

Flesh. Mom, you're so squeamish.

Is it... is it warm?

Definitely.

Okay, yes, yes,

it's warm. All right.

That means that it must've been severed

fairly recently. Okay, I've got the cooler.

We're gonna keep it on ice for you.

No, no, no, wait. Do not put the hand directly on ice.

What do we do with it?

Put the hand in a plastic bag and then place a towel

between the ice and the appendage.

And then what?

Wait for the paramedics to arrive

and hope we can find the owner.

Every year, I think, "Well, that's it.

We've seen everything now,"

and then the Santa Anas blow in,

and it's like, oh, look, something weirder.

It's a severed hand. We've seen those before.

Yeah, usually in the general vicinity of its owner.

Hen, Chim, what do we think?

It doesn't look like it was cut off.

Wound's pretty jagged. Maybe blown off?

The fireworks. Right before my husband got home,

someone was setting off fireworks.

I'm not hearing any fireworks now.

You know which house?

I think that way.

Okay, everybody. Time to go door-to-door.

We have to find the person who belongs to this hand.

[Fitz and The Tantrums' "HandClap" playing]

No. Searched the whole block.

I mean, could've come from anywhere, right?

Dog could've picked it up further away.

Excuse me.

Can I give you guys a hand with anything?

Thanks, we've got all the help we need.

Oh, okay. Cool.

Not it.

Come on, kid.

Two hands, nine fingers!

So, who's missing the hand? My buddy.

He's in the car. You got to help him out.

I was gonna take him to the hospital.

Uh, this is Captain Nash, 118.

We're gonna need an additional ambulance at the location.

We have two victims with traumatic amputations.

You know where your finger is?

No. I didn't try looking for it.

I was too worried about my friend Manolo.

Hen. Complete amputation of the right arm

at the distal position of the radius and ulna.

Let me get a proper tourniquet on this.

Heart's racing. Starting fluids.

How exactly did you both manage to lose appendages? Fireworks fight.

Why didn't you call 911?

My mom's on the neighborhood council.

She's responsible for cracking down on illegal fireworks.

Awkward. What were you thinking of doing

with the hand? Uh...

He's coming around. I s...

Sir, can you hear me?

I saved it. Saved what?

Got the finger!

I got it.

Okay. Thank you.

How are you gonna explain this to your mom? Um...

I don't know.

Okay.

Um, Cap, small issue.

This is a thumb. He's not missing a thumb.

There's another victim. All right.

We're gonna have to start another search.

Dispatch, this is Captain Nash, 118 again.

I think we're gonna need a third ambulance.

Things just keep on getting weirder.

Oh, nice!

These ones have a microphone,

so you don't even have to take them off

if we call you to check in.

This one's huge. What is it?

: You'll see.

Wow! This is so cool.

Thanks, Mom! Thanks, Mama!

Oh, you're welcome, sweetie.

Can we work on this today?

It's your birthday.

We can do whatever you want today.

Whatever I want?

Anything.

Then... can I ask about my mother?

W.. What?

My birth mother.

Oh. Sure.

Of course. You can ask us anything.

Do you know where she is? Does she live near us?

She used to.

But she moved away,