9-1-1: Lone Star

- Gwyn, are you here? - I'm down here.

Take your second right at linens.

If I hit the lost Ark of the Covenant,

have I gone too far?

Good afternoon.

That must have been some shift you're sleeping off.

Yeah, it was, and now I feel

like I have woken up on Christmas morning

in the house of a kid who really likes cardboard.

There, there it is.

- There's what? - An edge.

- There's an edge in your voice. - There's no edge.

There's an edge, and it's making me feel defensive.

How am I making you feel defensive?

With your face and your tone.

I have no face. I have no tone.

I know how you are about clutter.

I do like a smooth surface.

And I did warn you that I would be shipping

16 years of my life down here.

Only 16?

It's not too late for me to take my place off the market.

Manhattan real estate's a little depressed now anyway.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, this escalated quickly.

I'm just worried that you're having second thoughts.

You're worried that I'm having second thoughts.

- What about you? - No.

Yes, of course.

I am a Jewish girl from the Upper East Side

moving to Texas. Am I crazy?

You've been in Texas for months.

This is different.

Right, right, it's scary leaving your whole world

behind to start over.

Is that what we're doing? Starting over?

We're picking up where we left off.

We're putting Humpty Dumpty together again.

Did you just call me fat?

We've just taken a break between having babies.

Roughly the duration of the Thirty Years' War.

Well, I have no second thoughts,

only one.

Am I supposed to guess?

I love you.

Yes, okay, sure, do you love me more than you hate clutter?

- Clutter's not even a thing. - You sure?

I'm sure.

I was hoping that all of this

would be delivered during one of your 24-hour shifts.

That way I could have had everything swapped out

and done before you even noticed.

There's going to be swapping?

Well...

Some.

You know what? It's fine.

It's fine. It's all gonna be fine.

We're gonna work everything out.

Everything is a negotiation.

Aw, you do remember I'm a lawyer, right?

The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away.

And now the Lord has taken Silvio.

Many believe death ends things, but for those

who love the Lord

it's actually a great beginning.

While we grieve that Silvio is no longer with us in church

or at home with his beautiful wife Lydia...

Father God, we ask...

That you hear our prayer.

Holy crap!

Our party crasher, was he covered in frostbite?

First officer on scene thought it was rigor.

Yeah, probably a stowaway. We're right in the flight path.

Sometimes those guys ride in the wheel well.

Used to get 'em all the time at JFK.

He probably dropped

when the landing gear came down.

Silvio!

No respiration. No pulse, Cap.

I don't need to check the other guy, do I?

No, I think we're good.

You'd think that the one place the crazy of this world

might let you alone would be your own casket,

but nope.

I'll call this in to the ME's office.

Hey, guys, let's cover him up before the ME gets here.

Can you imagine the stones it would take

to stow away under a plane?

People get displaced

by corruption, hunger, violence.

- They're desperate. - Truth.

But how'd he ever think he was gonna survive this?

You'd be surprised. Almost 25% of them do.

Hold up. Look at his hand.

How'd his glove slip off like that?

A 1,500 foot fall could have something to do with it.

Nah, you don't get scratches like these from a fall.

So how'd he get 'em then?

I don't know it almost looks like someone

was trying to hang onto him.

Someone with a pink fingernail.

He wasn't alone.

No reports of any other bodies

falling from the sky so far today, Captain.

Victim's ID said he's from San Pedro Sula,

so we need information on every flight

from Honduras that landed in the last half hour.

His traveling companion could still be trapped

in the wheel well with exposure injuries.

Okay, you can't fly from Honduras

into Austin-Bergstrom.

Maybe he crossed into Mexico, got on a flight there?

Let's see.

Last flight from Puerto Vallarta

touched down two hours ago.

No, time line doesn't work.

Wait, okay, I do see a cargo plane

that just got in from Costa Rica,

but before that, it made a stop in Honduras.

Right, what's the information on that?

We are getting details

from Austin air traffic control as we speak.

I'll let 'em know you're coming, Cap.

Okay, copy that. Thanks, dispatch.

It's a 757

on the south end of the tarmac.

Colored pattern on the tail fin.

Hey, Judd, make sure these wheels are chocked.

Make sure nobody starts

- the damn engines. - On it, Cap.

Paul, Mateo, you take the front wheel well.

- Marjan, you're with me. - Yep.

I'll check this one, Paul.

All right.

Are you seeing anything in there, Probie?

- No, nothing up here. - All right.

Anything, Cap?

I found her!

She's unconscious, severely hypothermic.

Medical, we need you under the right wing now.

Pulse is weak.

She's at 79 degrees, Cap.

Wrap her up in a blanket. Start a line.

Cap, where you going with the saline?

Gotta warm it up first.

Cap, her temp is dropping.

It's 78.

She's going into cardiac arrest.

She's too cold.

- I lost her pulse. - Damn it.

Push two milligrams of epinephrine.

Firefighter, I need you to hold this

- and keep squeezing. - Yep.

Temp check.

79, but she's in asystole.

Starting compressions.

Anything?

Temp's 80, but still no pulse.

Come on.

Come on, girl.

You've come too far to give up now.

Temp's rising to 81. And you have a pulse.

¿Dónde estoy?

Hector.

No, no.

Have you ever talked to soldiers

about the people they serve with

shoulder to shoulder in the mud, you know,

bound by a bond that very few people can understand?

That's how I feel about Marlon Blendo.

Marlon Blendo... your blender has a name.

- Doesn't yours? - Okay.

Clearly there's a certain depth to this relationship,

- so we will go with Marlon. - You're good with it?

Yeah, of course.

I will make up ground in table settings.

Make up ground?

Think about it as a business merger.

We're just identifying redundancies

and excising the lesser versions.

I don't have redundancies in tableware.

These are my proposed cuts.

You want to excise my acacia wood salad hands?

They're larger than an arena foam finger.

They don't go in a dishwasher. Not practical.

I wasn't aware salad-ware needed to be practical.

Would you like me to step out of the room

so you can say goodbye?

This is not a merger. This is a hostile takeover.

Rein it in.

You sound like one of those people on Hoarders,

hyperventilating because you're getting rid of an old shoe.

I do not have old shoes.

I do, however, have a set

of handcrafted malachite espresso cups

that have inexplicably made their way

to the top of your potential cut table.

I just felt like they were a little extra.

A little bit extra?

What about this ridiculous otter?

That is a sloth slow tea infuser.