9-1-1: Lone Star

The st-stegosaurus claims its t-territory.

But, oh, no. Here come the pt-pterodactyl.

-Hey. -

Get out. We're gonna build a fort.

But I'm p-playing.

Yeah, with your... ...dinosaurs.

There. Now you can go play somewhere else.

S-Sally smiles at the s-sky.

Deep breaths, Anthony, like in practice.

Sally s-smiles at the sky.

Hello?

Run!

-Run! -

Lately, I feel like I've been in... in a fog.

In my relationship with my girlfriend...

now ex-girlfriend,

and a... a big decision I have to make at work.

I...

I just feel like I'm in a haze.

And I don't know why.

But you think it has something to do with your brother's death?

Well, I'm sorry, you're gonna have to be a little more specific.

There have been a number of them that have died on my watch.

I'm sorry. I... I had no idea.

How could you? The first one was over 40 years ago.

But I think this particular fog did roll in

around the time of my half-brother Robert's death a year ago.

I'm guessing that his death was sudden?

Sometimes, unexpected trauma can freeze us in place.

It wasn't unexpected. He had Huntington's disease.

We had time to prepare.

But nice try.

Yeah.

Thank you for inviting me to your grief group.

-You mean dragging you? -You didn't drag me.

You might have cajoled me for the last nine months.

Did it help a little bit?

It was good to talk about Robert again.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

It's been three years, and I feel the same way about Charles.

I, uh... I had no idea about your brother.

-Tyler. -Tyler? Is that...

-It's where the T in T.K. comes from. -Yes.

He was ten. I was 13. He drowned at the beach.

I wasn't more than six feet away from him.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah, well.

I seem to have a hard time keeping my brothers safe.

Tyler. Robert. My guys in New York.

Judd was lucky to get out while he could.

Self-preservation was the last thing on Judd's mind when he left the firehouse.

Man, I love that guy, but recently I'm kinda feeling

like he left me holding the bag a little.

You still have no idea who you're gonna replace him with, do you?

You heard me. I'm in a fog.

I've put the decision off so long,

the Chief's gonna step in and make it for me.

Uh, has anyone good thrown their hat in the ring?

You could say that.

All right, folks. Final bets.

The rules are very simple.

First firefighter to roll their hose into a successful doughnut

without any kinks wins.

Now, we want a nice, clean race.

No kicking. No biting.

-No spitting. -No spitting?

It's Marjan, and we've all seen her at roller derby.

Hell, yeah, we have.

That's why I'm betting on Speed Queen Marj.

She may be the speed queen,

-but she peters out. -I do not peter out.

Oh, I've seen your last lap at the derby. You peter.

And that's why all my money's on the Big Tortoise.

-Let's go, Paul. -I don't know if I like the Big Tortoise...

-All right. Nancy. -...but I appreciate what you trying to say.

-Mateo. -Let's go.

Racers. On your mark. Get set.

-Come on, Marj. -Come on. Here we go.

Here we go. Slow and steady.

-Slow and steady wins the race. -Come on, Marj.

Come on, Marj.

That's my girl.

-Platonically. -Let's go. Let's go.

She's petering. Okay, let's go, Big Tortoise.

Yeah, yeah. Come on, Paul. To the end.

What you got, Paul? What you got?

Photo finish, Nancy.

-17.6 seconds for Paul. -Mateo.

For Marjan, 23 seconds and counting 'cause I forgot to stop it.

-Come on. Damn. -What?

I'm sorry. It was exciting.

You know what? I think Marj squeaked out the W.

Nah, I think you won in that final push.

-Tie. Yeah. -Tie.

You guys are ridiculous.

-How can you be so nice to each other? -Why wouldn't we be?

Your horns are locked in the heat of battle.

-The battle for the next lieutenant. -Dude, no.

It's not like that between us. We don't care about rank.

We've barely been thinking about that promotion.

Sure.

Keep telling yourselves that. It's cute.

Seriously, we're not gonna let a little competition

get between our friendship.

Let the best firefighter win.

-Ain't that right, Marj? -Yeah.

No matter who he may be.

Or she.

Load ain't balanced.

You can tell that just from the...

Fine. There was nowhere for me to put the totes to keep it even.

You could have reconfigured the totes.

There's no time to reconfigure the totes.

We're already a half-hour late to the bank.

We'll be a lot later if we flip the vehicle.

Would you just drive, please?

You know, you need to relax, Stevie.

I read that anxiety is like a virus.

Emotional contagion, they call it.

So what we're a little behind?

Oh. Great. Just great. We're so freaking fired.

Stop whining. I got this.

You know what? My bad.

You're right.

Stress is contagious, and I'm patient zero.

Ever since the baby, I haven't been sleeping well...

Steve, SUV, 5:00.

Tailing too close.

Pull over. Pull over.

They want us to stop.

Well, good for them. Call it in.

Truck zebra-one-niner.

Attempted robbery in progress on Oriel Avenue.

Matt, they got the roads blocked.

Hang on.

What are you doing?

Windshield's an inch-and-a-half thick polycar...

- -

Dispatch said there were two victims trapped inside at the time of the robbery.

-Any idea what they're transporting? -How about a million in cash?

That's a lot of fuel.

Tell EMS to expect two criticals when they arrive.

Mateo, set the inch-and-a-half line. Put everything you've got on the hold.

- Yeah, Cap. -Paul, Marjan, you're with me.

We gotta get these people out of the cab now.

Austin PD.

Austin PD. Can you hear me?

Yes! Yes, please help me!

-The door jammed in the crash. -We're gonna get you out of there, sir.

-Marwani, extract from the passenger side. -On it, Cap.

Hey, Cap. Look.

You don't get blood spatter like that from an accident.

This is Captain Vega. You may have a GSW.

Copy that. We'll be ready.

Damn thing just broke the Jaws. This thing's like a tank.

More like a vault.

- Oh, God. -Cap, what do we do now?

Okay. This thing's rolled.

There's gotta be damage somewhere.

Hey, Cap. The bullet hole.

If the driver got shot, there's probably a hole in the glass somewhere.

We gotta find it. Use your eyes and your hands.

Hey, hang on. I think I found it.

-Hang on, sir. We'll be right there. -Let me get in there.

Marj, I'm behind you.

- Sir! -Behind you.

Keep going. It's working.

Keep going.

Clear out!

All right. Bring the hook.

Crank it.

Marwani, get the driver.

Smoke inhalation, internal injuries, Captain.

-Okay. T.K., get his vitals. -Yeah.

Got a chest trauma from the steering wheel, and a GSW in the neck.

It looks like the bullet severed the carotid.

No pulse. He's gone, Cap.

-What you got, T.K.? -Pulse is weak and thready.

Sats are 40 and dropping, Cap.

No chest rise. He's in respiratory arrest. You need to intubate him now.

Okay.

I can't get through the vocal cords. They're too swollen, Cap.

Then step aside and prep the Cric Kit for me.

Okay, there's his cricothyroid. Nancy, swab right there.

Almost there.

There.

Tube.

Okay. One up.

Okay.

Good.

Start bagging him now.

Come on. Come on.

Come on. Open your eyes for me.

-Come on. -Come on.

Come on.

There you are.