Tacoma FD

16645 Wagamash. Go get 'em, boys.

You got it, Cap.

- Hi. - Morning.

You, uh, you called about the lockout?

- I'm so embarrassed. - Ah!

I came to check the mail. I locked myself out.

I thought about breaking the window,

but this seemed more civilized.

Hey, well, civility is what separates us

from animals, right?

Uh, do you... do you have your ID

on you, ma'am, by any chance?

Unfortunately, I don't normally carry it in my PJs.

- Oh! Right. - Right.

But it's inside, probably next to my keys.

Yeah. The problem is,

we really should see your ID

before we gain access to the...

Oh, come on. It's my house.

I bought it in 2012.

I'm in my robe and slippers.

I can see that.

And I left the curling iron on inside next to a magazine.

None of us want a fire... am I right?

Uh-oh. She speaks firefighter.

Fluently. "Firelingual."

- Oh! - That's great.

- Wow. - That's...

So, um...

- Uh. - Oh, yeah.

- I mean, um, uh... - I think we can...

- Yeah, let's... - Okay.

- - Three years of musical theater.

- Oh. - Yeah.

- I didn't do it for all four years. - Give me the half millimeter.

Yes. Uh.

- The one smaller. - Yes.

- Sorry. One second. - Oh.

- Take your time. - Stay with me, Eddie.

I'm a tenor sometimes.

Other times, I like to keep it, uh, I don't know...

- Oh, oh. - Oh. That's got it. Ma'am.

- Yeah. Of course. - Thank you so much.

Better get to that curling iron.

Right.

- She was something else, huh? - She was.

- I think she liked you, man. - Yeah, I felt that.

There was some tension, huh?

- Oh, man. - I was down there.

Hey! Let's go, boys!

Okay. Uh.

Let's go!

Everything cool with the lockout?

You know, you need a phone app with facial recognition

so that you can just aim it at somebody

and it tells you who they are, kind of like

Shazam, but with faces.

Sure. You could call it "Who Dat?"

Who Dat? Who Dat?

- Yeah, Who Dat? - Yeah, Who Dat?

for the phone so that I could be What Dat?

- Oh, yeah. - Right? You just point your phone at stuff

- that you don't recognize. - Yeah.

- Wait a minute... What Dat? - What species of bird is that?

What kind of a joint is that?

What do you mean joint? Like weed?

No, no, like a plumber's joint.

Oh, like a bar that plumbers hang out in.

Uh, no, like, uh, an elbow joint,

but something less famous, like a U-bend,

although an app that does plumber bars would be fun, too.

Oh, the rusty pipe is .4 miles away.

No, no, it's too dirty.

I want the invisible ass crack.

Engine 24, motor vehicle...

corner of Oak and Milton.

All right, buckle up.

So, uh, how was that lockout lady?

- Was she nice? - Oh, real sweetheart.

Couldn't have been nicer.

It makes the job so much better when they're that nice.

All right, boys, make sure the ignitions are off

on those cars and check for leaking fluids.

I'll check for injuries.

What's up, Pikachu?

Hey, Liz.

What are you guys doing here?

Why haven't you stopped traffic?

Tiny, little fender bender.

The cars are going around. It's fine.

Yeah, it's not fine.

- It isn't safe. Stop the traffic. - Andy.

Check this out.

Do you know what a pain in the ass that is?

Everything's gonna get backed up.

Yeah, it's more important that nobody gets hurt.

Aw, come on, man. We're almost done here.

The tow-truck driver even said it was fine.

Oh, the tow-truck driver said it was fine?

Shut it down now, fathead. Let's go.

Or do I have to call Captain Polonsky?

Let's go.

Let's go.

Yeah, move slower.

This will be good.

You're killing it.

Keep it moving, people. Let's move.

Come on. I got to get to work.

Should have left earlier.

Not my problem. Keep it moving.

At least the firemen are here.

- Those guys are awesome. - Oh, get out of here!

Come on, move!

24, we've got a car fire at 16645 Wagamash Street.

Why does that sound familiar?

Apparently, a woman in a robe lit a Trans Am on fire.

- Oh, snap. - Oh, snap.

Repeat... Trans Am on fire at 16645 Wagamash Street.

16645 Wagamash Street?

That's my house.

That's my Trans Am!

- Oh, shit. - Oh, shit.

Oh.

Ohh!

- Yeah. - Chief.

Look at this.

The Relia-star SA-5000 Ladder Truck.

Extends 125 feet. Look at that.

All right, GPS, Wi-Fi,

backup camera, seat warmers, and it's ours.

Guys, the requisition came through yesterday.

- All right. - I'm gonna meet with Linda Price today.

She's gonna give us the stamp of approval.

Chief, something bad happened.

How bad?

- Penisi! - I'll let him tell you.

- Oh, boy. - You stupid son of a bitch!

I ought to...

- - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Okay. - Polonsky, what's going on here?

I'll tell you what's going on. Shuck's psycho ex-girlfriend

set his car on fire because of these idiots.

- What are you talking about? - They let her into my house!

Dude, she said she was locked out.

You checked her ID, right?

We asked for an ID.

- You did this on purpose. - That's absurd.

We had no idea it was your house or your girlfriend.

I mean, she's like an 8, and you're a 4...

- no offense. -

Hey, what are you smirking at, Pikachu?

Nothing. I mean, we were just jok...

well, everybody's joking around, right?

All right, the real question is,

what are you gonna do to make this right?

- It was a mistake. Come on. - Okay.

How about, uh, suspensions without pay for these boneheads?

Come on, Jerry.

- Terry. - Jerry.

- Terry. - Jerry.

- Terry. Hey, guys.

So, a mom and son gave us a box of Popsicles

to say thank you for being so awesome.

Oh! None for you.

- Oh, man. - I'm sorry.

I guess we didn't know you'd be here.

Whatever.

It's not hot enough for Popsicles.

- It's delicious. - Mmm.

So, what are you gonna do?

Okay, how about this?

I'm gonna ban lockouts.

Firefighters will no longer let people into their houses.

- Let the cops do it. - Oh, come on, Chief.

- Okay? - Don't do that to us.

That's why I became a firefighter.

- I am heartbroken. - Okay.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Okay. - Okay. Play it that way.

- Mm-hmm. - Just know that you could have prevented

what's coming.

Wait. What's that supposed to mean?

It means good luck getting home tonight...

Pikachu.

- Whoa. - Ooh.

Oooh.

- Oh! - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Shuck!

Unbelievable.

A boot on every wheel?

I mean, it's a little bit over the top.

Somebody get the bolt cutters and take care of this.

Man, we need to get revenge.

Damn right we do. They hit the Chief's SUV.

God, these guys are assholes.

Hey, man, what's up with you and Salazar?

Oh, we dated in high school.

Is that why she calls you, uh, "Pikachu,"

because you're her Pokémon?

No, because I dumped her,