Station 19

Previously on "Station 19"...

- Stay focused, ready... - I said I've got it!

You don't have to coach me.

I can handle things with Jack myself.

Do you just not want to get married?

Do you not want to get married to me?

I've never gotten that close before,

knowing it could all be over.

Prolonged smoke exposure, so the airway's burning.

Keep an eye on his lungs.

- JJ. Are you okay? - Seth died.

I fought my way up,

and I didn't have anything handed to me by my daddy.

She should've made lead lieutenant years ago.

Andy has earned her spot.

It doesn't actually take that much to start a fire.

You need three things.

Heat, oxygen, and fuel.

Lots of fuel.

We open tomorrow.

Are you just gonna sit there and drink wine

and let me do all the work?

I thought when your divorce was finalized

and you said, "Sue, let's open up"

this cute, little bed & breakfast,"

there'd be a lot more bed and a lot more breakfast.

Would it kill you to help me put this wine away in the racks?

And after that fire's started once...

In a minute. I want to open another bottle.

No. No. You're not!

You are going to stock this wine,

and I am going to bake more welcome cookies

for the B&B which you seem to think will run itself.

I swear, you are the worst sister.

Literally the worst!

It needs even less to catch fire again.

Most people don't realize that fire can re-ignite itself.

All it takes is a fuel source.

The teeny, tiniest flame, and, poof!

The whole world can explode in your face.

You really did.

I can't believe they would do that.

Uh-oh.

Why is it every time I start my shift,

I get slammed with a mountain of surprises?

- What surprises? - New boots?

You approved new boots?

We needed some. Everybody wanted them.

With mid-sole support that decreases foot fatigue

and a side zipper.

It's...

It's a big expense, Jack.

The kind of decision co-captains might discuss

and eventually cosign,

unless one of the captains thought

they no longer had to discuss decisions with the other captain

because he felt he was somehow already captain.

Just boots, Herrera. Just boots.

I don't like to talk...

You think we won't get the new boots now?

No, new boots are not worth this.

They've been bickering all week.

Bishop, you speak "Herrera."

Go make it stop.

Well, she is tired of me interfering.

She told me to back off. You were there.

- I'm backing. - Oh, no, don't back.

- This is Bishop. - Don't back. Backing is bad.

No, I'm not getting in the middle of that.

Nah, I'm good. Mnh-mnh.

And not to mention the steak dinner you served last shift.

I now have to re-stock the pantry,

probably with powdered milk.

The team needed a pick-me-up.

- You're making this a whole deal. - No deal.

I just don't appreciate you pulling these "Fun Dad" moves

with the steaks and the boots when we both know

I have a bigger hill to climb here.

- What hill? - With Frankel!

- I heard what she said to you, Jack. - You did?

She made it pretty clear this was your race to lose.

- I'm not going down without a fight. - Did you hear me tell Frankel

- that you'd make an excellent captain? - You bet your ass I would.

Or that you should have made lieutenant a long time ago?

I don't need you propping me up.

I'm not propping you up, Andy. It's true.

I can fight my own battles.

- We all know that, Andy. - Good!

- I definitely know that. - Okay.

- Can you stop? - Stop what?

- Fighting! - Yes.

- Stop fighting. - Yes.

- You sure? - Can you?

- I can. - I can, too.

For a moment, I thought I'd be upgrading these.

A fleeting, beautiful moment.

I need an opinion.

And even when I polish them, they're still so dull.

Look at these. Definitely seen better days.

So, I-I got this friend

who's sort of interested in somebody.

But she just broke up with somebody else.

Now, my friend wants to know...

By "friend," do you mean you?

And by "someone," do you mean JJ?

Maybe.

So, by "broke up," you mean died?

What's the appropriate waiting period on that?

Do you think she needs time to...

to get over her... you know.

Her bang-buddy.

- Her booty cutie. - Never mind.

- Sex amigo! - Forget I asked.

Asked what?

I know many things about many things, Miller.

Hazmat indicators, disaster response team,

containment initiatives...

a wealth of knowledge sitting at reception all day, every day.

So, how can I help? What did you want to know?

Basically, he wants to get laid.

S-Sir?

So, the trick is to find the center point

and hang the lines so they dry evenly and don't mildew.

You think that once we finish here,

we could take a break and, uh, go try

the VR Fire Simulation Goggles

that Jack got?

This is not an amusement park, Warren.

You're training here. Stay on task.

It could also be part of my training.

The... The graphics are supposed to be so real

that it feels like physical heat.

Oh, are you asking me to run extra drills with you,

voluntarily, in a video game?

More like a completely immersive training experience,

but, um, yeah.

Absolutely not.

This is exactly the opposite

of how I thought today was gonna go.

You and me both.

Not complaining.

And it beats fighting.

Finally, something we can agree on.

Maybe we should... talk about this?

Absolutely.

- Maybe later? - Not right now.

- Okay. - You leave first

and, um, just slam the door like you're mad.

Copy.

Warren. Think fast!

Hughes! Comin' your way!

Okay.

Okay, what happened?

You were not this earlier.

This morning, you were all and.

And now...

Was it Jack?

Did he do this to you?

What?

No.

Oh. Did he mess up the captain race?

Oh, did he piss Frankel off?

Come on. I want to hear all about it.

- Deets. Go. - Look, Corn on sale.

Now, I-I believe it's my turn to cook today,

in which case, I vote we splurge on these.

I make a mean truffle risotto.

Can't splurge.

- Not after Gibson... - No. No.

Went big on steaks during his last shift.

We're dipping into reserves.

- Put it back. - Less risotto, more Rice-A-Roni.

This morning, you were ripping Jack a new one about spending.

Now you don't say a word.

Vic's right. Something's up.

What gives?

Right. Not my race.

Stay in my lane.

- Forget I brought it up. - No, Maya, it's not what...

We have full response needed. 479 Sunken Meadow Road.

Hey, we're coming back for those!

All right. Grab an extra fold of hose.

Enough to make some curves and avoid getting kinks in the line.

It's Gibson. We're here.

Who actually stays at a place like this?

I honeymooned in a place like this.

You would.

Clear!

Don't over-crank that coupling there.

Ready when you are, 19.

So, the oven lit up?

Huge flames shot out,

and my mitt caught on fire.

And then you threw the mitt,

which made the flames even crazier,

instead of putting the mitt in the sink

like a normal person would.

It's a normal reaction to giant flames shooting at my face.

Giant flames. Okay. Is anyone inside?

No, no. Our first guests arrive tomorrow.