9-1-1: Lone Star

Fine.

You can tell your client I look forward

to reading those emails out loud in the deposition.

You really gave him the business.

- (PHONE CHIMES) - Oh, fudge me.

Could you please charge this for me?

Oh, my gosh. (LAUGHS)

"Fudge me."

Now I recognize you.

Taylor? Taylor Underwood?

- Yes? - Tina Hoffman!

Oh, my God. Tina!

I haven't seen you since...

- Ninth grade! - Yeah.

What are the chances, right?

Seriously!

Do you remember having sleepovers

and watching Lord of the Rings every single weekend?

My mom would come in in the morning

and see all the mess and go...

"T and T went off again."

Yes!

Oh, my gosh, you should come by the house some weekend.

We could have a couple beers, catch up.

T and T could ride again.

Maybe, yeah.

I don't really drink,

and I'd have to check my calendar.

Yeah, I get it.

Now it really is like old times.

What is that supposed to mean?

- You're blowing me off. - I am not.

Just like when you transferred to Tory Prep,

and you blew me off for all of those stuck-up rich girls.

Maybe I got sick and tired

of spending every Saturday night

watching fairies and wizards.

At some point, you have to get a life.

Wow.

- Too late for me though, right? - I didn't say that.

- (PHONE CHIMES) - _

But I really do need you to charge this for me.

You got it, Your Highness.

Look, I didn't mean it.

- (TIRES SQUEAL) - Mm!

- (BRAKES SQUEAL) - Tina!

Stop, stop!

Oh, God, oh, God, stop!

_

_

Oh, God! - Where's the truck now, ma'am?

Driving down Hollister Road!

Okay, Hollister and what?

I don't know! My phone's about to die!

Good Lord almighty.

Does he seriously not notice?

Can't see it in his mirrors.

Probably never even felt the impact.

Well, he can see us.

One, two, three.

Hey, can you slide out?

Yeah, but what about her?

We'll get her next. Come on.

Let's get medical to check you.

Hold on.

Do you have any idea when they can extract the driver?

No, I don't, because the front half of this car

is stuck under there. It's crushed like a soda can.

Get in there.

We have to bring her out the same way.

I want these back two posts cut.

Let's secure the trailer with some cribbing.

Paul, Marjan, Mateo,

get me the jaws, the spreaders, and a K12.

Let's go!

It's my fault. I distracted her.

Ma'am, slow down.

This was a rideshare, correct?

Yeah, but Tina's more than that.

I distracted her, and now she...

Let's not assume the worst.

The hydronic ram is in place.

Ma'am? Ma'am, can you hear me?

- Am I... - Can you see me?

Just focus on me, okay? Look at my eyes.

How are her vitals?

BP's 81 over 42 and dropping fast.

She's hemorrhaging.

Paul, how much longer?

The hydronic ram isn't budging it.

I'd say five, ten minutes.

Heartbeat's 140 and thready.

She needs blood now.

Gillian, call West Park Memorial

and see how fast they can get a trauma surgeon down here

and some whole blood, okay?

Is Taylor okay?

She's okay, honey.

- (MACHINE BEEPING) - Oh, stay with me.

- Can you hear me? Hurry up.

- We're losing her. - I'm going as fast as I can.

- I'm gonna bolus this bag. - She's coding.

North West just called.

They don't have any trauma surgeons

and they can't get blood here for another hour.

- Damn it. - I'm type O, O negative.

That means I'm a universal donor.

I can donate to anybody, right?

- What's your name? - Taylor.

Taylor, field transfusion's risky,

for both of you, understand?

I'm just trying to help my friend.

Get the transfusion kit.

Cap, you're not seriously thinking

of doing a person to person.

Protocol is...

If we follow protocol, she's gonna be gone

before we get her out of this car.

Gillian, get a 14-gauge.

Prime the line with blood,

and keep an eye on her vitals.

Stay with us.

- Stay with us. - Come on.

I'm in.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

How's her BP?

Taylor's good, but almost nothing from the driver.

Come on, Tina.

Wait.

I got an uptick.

- Yeah! - Tina!

Taylor.

Hey.

Your friend just saved your life.

Hey, that should do it, Cap.

Grab the c-collar, and let's get her out of there.

One, two, three.

Tina, I'm so sorry. About everything.

T and T.

Yes, T and T.

Have a good night, Marjan.

You sticking around after a 24-hour shift?

Don't you have any friends, Probie?

Well, that's the problem.

My academy written exam is this week.

It's hard to study with roommates

playing beer pong all night.

Well, I'm sure you'll crush.

Glad someone thinks so.

Every time I've taken it, I've bombed it, so.

Well then, you better bust your ass.

Come on, there ain't nothing to be afraid of.

I promise you'll all have fun.

Yeah, said the wolf to Red Riding Hood.

Seriously.

What are you guys talking about?

Well, I host a friendly little game of Texas Hold 'Em

with some firefighters from around town,

and we had a chair open up for tonight's game, so.

So who's in? TK?

I'm good. I know a rope-a-dope when I see one.

- Strickland. - Nah, cards bore me.

It's too easy to see everyone's tells.

Also, I crave sleep.

Marwani?

Oh, gambling's not really my jam,

and don't even ask Probie.

He's gotta study.

Here I thought y'all were my friends.

I'll play.

Oh.

Unless you don't want me to.

No, it ain't that.

It's just, you know, I don't...

This really ain't your scene, Cap, that's all.

It's just a bunch of Texas roughnecks

talking smack and drinking cheap beer.

I thought it was supposed to be a friendly game, Judd.

It'd be fun to hang out with the locals,

play a little cards, and...

Unless there's some other reason