Um, I usually just make a protein shake
and drink it on my way to work.
No.
Mmm!
Okay, that might be better than sex.
Uh!
That sounds like a challenge.
Oh, I feel guilty being this happy
when people are dying every day.
Mm, you feel guilty that Warren is not seeing his wife and kids,
and we're here in the shack?
In the shack?
On the shack?
- Ah. - What is it?
Oh, you... you mean "shacking up."
- Yeah. - I... Yeah, yeah.
Shacking up.
- Yes. - Shacking up.
We're here shacking up.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
No way. How'd you do that?
Hey, can you help Marsha put away all the groceries?
Thank you.
You really don't need to keep feeding us.
No, I want to.
Oh, I got to get back to the station.
- You doing okay? - Yeah. Yeah, we're good.
No, I mean you, Inara.
Are you good?
I'm really good.
What's up?
What's this?
Breakfast.
Pre-cut fruit?
It truly is end of days.
Wait. Wait, no eggs and bacon?
We don't get eggs and bacon?
Don't we sacrifice enough?!
Warren says it's not safe to cook family-style anymore.
Individual foods only.
You know, then I'm gonna make myself an individual dozen eggs
and an individual pound of bacon.
Hmm!
Oh, come on!
Individual yogurts?
Individual yogurts. Yeah.
Yeah.
Okay.
Oh, hey.
Oh, hi.
- Heh. - Nice to meet you in real life, sir.
You're taller than I thought.
Oh, yeah. Yes, sir.
Well, this is, uh, an odd choice
to hold your disciplinary hearing,
at the scene of the crime.
You know, City Hall is shut down like everything else.
So, we can socially distance here, and, uh...
Look, um, I... I know you're nervous.
I've been down this road myself.
It's not easy walking into something like this alone.
Yeah, it's not so much about walking in.
More about walking out.
Oh, hey.
Hi. Um, I-I'm not here.
I-I'm barely here. Just don't look at me.
Just... No, no.
- Uh, Andy? - Yeah.
Well, go talk to her. Are you sure?
- It might calm your nerves. - Are you sure? Okay.
Hey. Hey, wait.
Robert, I'm sorry. I forgot.
No, this is all a big mess.
You work here. You can't stay away.
I can go home if you want.
- No, no. - Or not.
Or I'll... I'll sit in the front row, cheering you on.
- Whatever you need. - No. I can't see you.
I can't see your face.
If I see your face when I'm in there...
I know. I know. I'll blow your future
- with the fire department. - No, no. If I see you,
I'm gonna want to kiss you...
- Oh. - ...the way I do right now.
If I kiss you in front of the fire commission...
Mm.
...that will screw my future in the fire department.
- Okay. Bye. - So, I can't... I can't...
Good luck, Robert.
Okay.
- You got this. - Alright.
Okay. Alright.
- Travis. - Emmett.
- Hey. - What are you... Are you back?
God, no.
Uh, no, I'm... I'm just here to testify,
uh, in Sullivan's thing.
- Right. - Yeah.
- That's... heavy. - Yeah.
- How are you? - I'm good. Yeah.
I'm just working at the hospital.
- Contact tracing. - Oh, that's... that's amazing.
Engine 19 and Aid Car 19 requested to 77 Joy Street.
That's me. Sorry.
No, it's okay. It's okay.
- Um, it was good to see you. - Yeah.
Warren.
Herrera, I already know what you're gonna say.
Great, so I can stop worrying you're gonna help end
my husband's firefighting career?
I'm gonna tell the truth.
And I'm not telling you not to.
I'm just saying Robert made a mistake,
and there's a way to talk about his mistake
and how he's worked himself back from it.
Andy, no... no... no one's saying he hasn't changed.
I-I've seen it. I've seen him. But...
But what?
This is my dream, Andy.
And that dream might come to an end
because of what Sullivan did.
Countless lives might not be saved because of what we did.
Ima... Ima... Imagine if it was Miranda.
What if Miranda made a mistake and you needed me to help?
I mean, obviously, it would never be you and Miranda
because you're... You're you and Miranda.
You're both so clear and smart and moral and... and fine.
You're always so fine.
Which is why I need you to help us.
You have to help so Robert and I
can have a shot at being you and Miranda.
So we can have a shot at being fine.
I'm gonna tell the truth.
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Call was a smoke smell?
Yeah.
Looks alright from the outside.
- Ooh-whee! - No, there it is.
Yeah, we definitely got an electrical short somewhere in there.
Wiggins, Klyne,
walk the perimeter and look for smoke.
The rest of us, let's find a way in.
Oh, my God, is that...?
Rainbow Trout?
That's me! Fish on a platter.
Who's asking?
Oh, Miss Trout, I-I'm just a huge, huge fan.
I saw you years ago at Queen Patty's, and...
How... How are you walking in those things?
Ohh, baby, don't ask questions you don't want the answer to.
- Alright. - Mm-hmm.
Smell's not as bad down here. Let's head back this way.
I don't think I can walk through this.
If I lose my career here today,
I... Honestly, uh,
I don't think I'll be able to stay clean.
You need to get your feet underneath you, Robert.
Right here and right now.
Not off in some imaginary future.
Come on, let's take a deep breath.
That's it. One day at a time.
And today, it's one minute at a time.
I'm here, okay? You're here.
We're both healthy. We're both clean and sober.
That's what we know, at this minute.
Okay.
Hi.
Herrera, what's up?
Are you gonna testify at Robert's hearing?
He asked me not to.
He said no histrionics, no dramatics,
just let his lawyer take care of it.
Of course he did.
He... He doesn't want me there, either.
We're four weeks into a 90-day separation,
and he thinks me being there would be a distraction.
So that'why you've been sleeping here.
It's okay. We're good. I... It's for his sobriety.
- His sponsor thought... - I got it. I just... I didn't know.
Well, now you know.
Look, I'm his wife,
and he has asked me not to be there,
and I really want to ignore that, but I can't.
So I'm asking you to bust in there,
bring everyone, help the commission see
what type of man my husband really is.
I'm sorry. I can't, Andy.
He asked me not to.
Okay.
Thanks.
Residents, please be aware
we are cutting the power momentarily
due to an electrical short.
Please make your way out of the building.
Thank you.
I'm so hungry.
Dude, why didn't you just eat the yogurt?
Because I don't want to eat the yogurt, Gibson.
I want my eggs and bacon.
And don't food-shame me because you have a rescue family
that gives you doughnuts and bagels every morning.
My sister, she'd rather watch me die of starvation
than make me breakfast.
Sorry, "rescue family"?
Yeah, man. You got a little family.
It's nice.
Hey, guys. This is the Rainbow Trout.
She lives here. Ma'am.
- How long has... - Call me "ma'am" again,
and I'm calling the police.
Sorry. Uh, Miss Trout, is it?
Mm-hmm.
How long has the smell been going on?
Mm, couple hours.
We thought it was the plant a few blocks over.
- You lose power today? - On and off.
- But we do have a slumlord, so... - Oh.
...not that weird.
Can you get us into the building
so we can take care of that short?
Come on in, sugar.
Come on in, sugar!
Oh. Yeah, okay. Yeah.
Oof, the smell is even worse in here.
How many units are in this building?
15.
- Three on each floor? - Uh-huh.
Although three of them are empty right now,
thanks to Miss Rona Virus.
Okay, uh, find the electrical box,
cut the power, and then sweep the first floor,
check for hot spots.
Miller and I will start on the fifth floor.
- Alright. - Oh, but I-I wanted, uh...
Fine!
And you saw that he'd OD'd on the floor of his own office?
Um, well, I... At first, I thought he'd just passed out.
But then I saw the fentanyl, so...
But you didn't report him.
Well, I-I was a rookie, you know.
And he said the station ran on trust.
You mean he manipulated you.
It was a tough situation, and... And I probably handled it wrong.
This wasn't your fault, Mr. Dixon.
Did Mr. Sullivan tell you it was?
No. No.
Uh, but when I-I told Dr. Warren, I said...
You told Dr. Warren?
Well, how long was it before Warren turned in Mr. Sullivan?
Um...
I...
I don't... I... I don't know.
Was it more than a week?
And wouldn't you think that,
with something as serious as this,
that he might have reported it sooner?
Don't mind the music.
We've been streaming our shows from here.
? Mirror, mirror on the wall ?
? Don't say it, 'cause I know I'm cute ?
? Ooh, baby ?
? Louis down to my drawers ?
? LV all on my shoes ?
? Ooh, baby ?
? I be drippin' so much sauce ?
? Got a bih lookin' like RAGú ?
? Ooh, baby ?
? Lit up like a crystal ball ?
? That's cool, baby, so is you ?
? That's how I roll ?
? It ain't my fault that I'm out here gettin' loose ?
? Gotta blame it on the Goose ?
? Gotta blame it on my juice, baby ?
? It ain't my fault that I'm out here makin' news ?
? I'm the pudding in the proof ?
? Gotta blame it on my juice ?
? Ya-ya-ee ?
? Ya-ya ?
? Ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee, ya-ya-ee ?
? Blame it on my juice ?
? Blame it, blame it on my juice ?
? Yeah ?
Oh, girls, girls, girls, girls.
We have guests.
Bow, if you don't quit pulling focus...
Rainbow, what have I told you
about bringing over male entertainers?
You need Jesus.
Hi, ma'am... miss.
We're with the, uh,
- Seattle Fire Department. - Mm-hmm.
Someone called in about a smoke smell,
so we just have to check your unit.
Oh, do you now?
Your apartment.
We're gonna check your apartment.
You are all messes. These are actual firefighters!
I saw the truck.
- Oh. - Lord!
Thank you for your service.
- Oh! Jesus, Lord, and Mary! - What happened?
We're also cutting the power.
Uh... Thanks for the notice.
We'll... We'll... We'll be quick.
Ma'ams... misses, misses.
- I'm going with them. - Yeah.
He's putting in the work to stay sober.
He's coming to meetings, asking me to be his sponsor,
even committed to a 90-day separation from his wife
so he could focus on his recovery full-time.
He's on the right path.
Thank you, Dr. Webber.
Exactly how long have you known Robert Sullivan?
Long enough to know that he's a man of...
So, your glowing recommendation is based on what?
Your own personal history as a drug addict?
What's the toughest thing you've ever overcome, Mr. Lowther?
A bad hair day? A traffic ticket?
Or your favorite ribeye overcooked?
Addiction is a disease, sir.
It's not a weakness or a shortcoming.
Thank you, Dr. Webber.
Overcoming addiction is a daily battle.
It's clawing your way back to any semblance of normal,
and there is nothing that is harder than that first step.
And Robert Sullivan has taken it.
Despite the agonizing pain of withdrawal,
despite the fear of losing the career he loves,
he's still putting one foot in front of the other,
one day at a time.
And he deserves to be judged as much for that
as he does his past.
Thank you, Dr. Webber.
Bring in Mr. Dixon, please.
Good job down there, man.
Thanks.
- Mr. Dixon... - Okay.
Here goes another episode of the Michael Dixon show.
I first became aware of the drug problem
when Sullivan and Warren came to my office to confess.
Why didn't you report them immediately?
I was conducting an internal investigation,
trying to handle it before it escalated.
In my career, I've learned that
if you don't handle these situations by the book,
a lot of important details can slip through the cracks.
Okay, t-they have to know that that's bull, right?
No, nothing my father gets away with anymore surprises me.
What I found interesting was how long it had been going on
before I was made aware.
And how long was that?
Could have been six months, a year.
There have been several incidents
since Sullivan joined Station 19
that have resulted in the loss of a firefighter,
the most recent being Pruitt Herrera.
Instead of commanding the scene from outside
like a battalion chief is supposed to,
it is reported that Sullivan was inside the building,
shifting responsibility
onto his newly minted captain, Maya Bishop.
Oh, I'm gonna kill him.
I'm... I'm... I'm gonna kill him.
I realize now that he was likely using,
but most affected
was probably my son, Emmett.
And yet your son was complimentary of Chief Sullivan.
My boy had a difficult year.
Learned some things about himself.
He's... homosexual.
He hasn't said two words to me since I told him,
but sure, Dad, out me publicly for political gain.
Now, it doesn't matter to me,
but I can't help but wonder
if that's what Sullivan used to manipulate him,
keep him quiet.
No, no, no, no.
Mr. Dixon, you've been punished
for your part in the cover-up, is that correct?
All charges against me were dropped.
The investigation was mishandled.
I was asked to resign from my position as fire chief,
which I haven't contested,
as I was not happy with the way
the department handled this case in the first place.
So you're currently unemployed?
As a matter of fact, I've recently accepted a new position
as deputy chief of operations
with the Seattle Police Department.
No.
What? Did... Did you know that?
And I'm excited to continue serving the city that I love.
Thank you for your tireless service to the city, Mr. Dixon.
Oh, you're quite welcome.
Sorry for the mess.
We've had to start doing our shows in here since lockdown.
What are you looking for, exactly?
Checking outlets and switches for hot spots.
In case there's an electrical fire.
Oh, thank you, Miss Know-It-All!
Izzy's a volunteer firefighter, and she never lets us forget it.
Izzy. Izzy Packing.
Known at Station 7 as Firefighter Arnett.
You guys all live here together?
Sure do.
And we've felt every bit of it since quarantine started.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, that's Big Red.
She wouldn't work for your skin tone.
Can I go in there?
Mm-hmm.
Oh, my Lord! Is that smoke?
Is our house on fire?!
It's about to be.
Yeah. We got to get out of here now!
Grab your girdles, girls! Let's go!
- Okay. - The chicken.
You can leave the chicken.
Just calmly.
Don't run, please, in the heels. Please don't run.
Seattle Fire!
Oh, wait. I saw Emmett at the station this morning.
Was that weird, or...?
No, it was... It was actually...
Okay, yeah, it was painfully awkward.
Yeah, you know...
...you did force him out of the closet,
and then you rejected him when he told you he loved you.
Seattle Fire! We need to check your apartment!
Okay, number one, for the record,
I didn't force any...
- Oh, my God. - What?
I was sleeping with my dad.
Emmett was my dad.
Oh, yeah. Yeah. That totally tracks, actually.
But you know what? Whatever.
It happens to all of us, right?
At some point, you know?
Like Henry Cosgrove... He was my dad.
The circus guy? Seattle Fire!
Yeah, he was a workaholic. He was always broke.
I never saw him, except for at like 5:00 a.m.,
when he was, you know, making me breakfast,
all bleary-eyed and...
So, like all your ex-boyfriends?
Excuse me. Jackson was not broke.
Dispatch, this is Engine 19, requesting Ladder 19.
Gibson, Ladder 19 is four blocks away.
Copy. We have a possible electric fire.
We're not seeing any flames, so it's likely in the walls.
We're starting evac.
I can't believe they brought in Dixon.
How does he have any credibility?
The man is a cockroach. I swear he won't die.
So, Carina moved in.
This morning, she... She made me French toast.
And... And I know.
"How nice." "What a lovely gesture."
My super, super hot Italian girlfriend
got up early to make me this gourmet breakfast,
and I sat there nearly breaking out in hives
because it was so... It was so nice.
I mean, too nice?
I-I kept looking around my apartment
at her things on my bookshelves and her vagina art...
Vagina art?
...and her bras drying in my bathroom,
and I was like, "Is this my life now?"
I mean, I'm... I'm allergic to monogamy,
and I moved in with my girlfriend during a pandemic,
and there's something wrong with me
because she's perfect and I want to be with her.
I want to live with her.
But it's like my body has this security system
that goes off at all the wrong times.
It's like my wiring is faulty.
Or maybe it's just that Carina
is light and lovely and I'm not.
I mean, I'm dark as hell and messy,
and I-I just need to be able to call
my equally dark and messy best friend
when I'm freaking out over vagina art and French toast,
and I can't.
- You can call me. - Can I?
I mean, your entire world crumbled a few weeks ago,
and I heard about it from Gibson.
Gibson, Ladder 19 on scene. Update?
Smoke on the fifth floor.
We're evacuating all units now,
working our way down.
On empty stomachs.
Copy.
Seriously?
Do what you gotta do.
Ooh, damn!
Guess that'll teach 'em to park in front of a fire hydrant.
Send tweet.
Step back, guys. Give them room.
This is ridiculous! There is no fire!
We're trying to make sure it stays that way!
Excuse me!
Excuse me, Mr. Firefighter Man.
Ruby Red Slippers! Oh!
Sorry, I'm a big fan. Hi. Are you okay?
Yes, I'm fine, but my sisters haven't come out yet.
They went back in for their valuables,
and I haven't seen them since.
We're gonna get everyone out. I got you.
Okay, thank you. Thank you.
Montgomery, Hughes, continue with evac.
Herrera, Cutler, get water to the fifth floor
so it's ready to go when Miller and Gibson find fire.
Fifth floor's clear of civilians.
Checking for hot spots. I think we're close.
Copy. Hose is on its way up.
You know, they're not a rescue case.
Who? The queens?
No, Inara, Marcus.
Oh, yeah, man. They're cool.
Yeah, I know they're cool, but they're not, like, charity.
You know, I-I care about them.
Dude. I know.
Okay.
Oh, y-you.
Y-You are a lying, manipulative con man.
Sure, make me the villain, if that's what you need to do,
but I'm not the one who stole drugs.
Oh, but you are the one
who tried to cover it up.
And you got rewarded with a new job with SPD?
Oh, it's practically a demotion.
Let's not get too indignant, Warren.
Of all the entitled pieces...
Look, Sullivan is going down. Let him.
But don't take all of 19 down, too.
No, no, no, no, no. You... You know what?
This is our house.
Okay, you don't get to come in here and talk about 19
like you're part of the family.
Warren...
one of these days, you're gonna realize
you're either the fish or you're the hook.
The sooner you recognize that, the better off you'll be.
If not, don't be surprised
when someone catches you in the mouth.
Good to see you. You look trim.
Girl, I know you're in pain, but we've got to go.
It hurts. It hurts. We've got to go.
Ladies, you need to get outside.
She twisted her ankle trying to get her things.
Apparently, I can walk in seven-inch platforms
but not in bare feet.
- D-Do you need some help? - I got her, okay?
I'm a volunteer firefighter, Station 7.
Girl, now is not the time.
Come on.
Oh!
Ohh!
Oh, wow, she's...
She's strong.
Okay.
And when you signed off
on the PRT's missing fentanyl,
would you say that that was a decision
that you made on your own?
No, sir.
And how did you come to that decision?
I was... encouraged.
Warren, we don't have time for vague answers.
It's "doctor."
Dr. Warren, who encouraged you to sign off
on the false inventory?
Battalion Chief Sullivan.
Dr. Warren, you filed a petition
to have this Physician Response Team vehicle
back out doing field surgery.
What proof do you have that something like this
won't happen again?
Nothing.
I have no proof.
It probably will happen again
because this country has a massive problem with addiction
and not enough funding and resources for treatment.
My PRT is not the problem.
Robert Sullivan is not the problem.
There are systemic problems that require systemic changes.
Do you know how much rehab even costs?
Do you know how few rehabs there even are
and h-how rarely a spot opens up
and how little of that treatment is covered by insurance?!
The system failed! It failed Robert Sullivan.
It failed the people of this city!
That... That's enough.
A traveling O.R. complete with Schedule II narcotics
is too big a liability.
I'm sorry,
but I'm gonna have to shut down the Physician Response Team.
Valiant effort, Warren.
You know, I think I found it.
Alright, punch a hole, check for flames.
I'm sorry. I-I got scared. I thought I had more time.
- Ma'am, what are you doing? - I took a Xanax.
- What are you doing? Ma'am? - Captain, we missed a civilian.
- I need to get Big Red. - You have to head down.
Izzy loves her. It's very important.
No! No!
- Wait! Don't! - No!
Wait!
Gibson, what happened? Gibson?
Miller?
Herrera, do you copy?
Gibson?
Please respond.
Emergency Traffic. This is Jack Gibson.
We just had a smoke explosion on the fifth floor from unit 5C.
Firefighter Miller, myself,
and one civilian were caught in the blast.
Are you hurt?
I'm okay. I'm bringing the civilian down now.
Hey. Miller.
You good?
I'm good. Get her. Get her.
I'm fine.
Hey. Hey.
You alright? Can you get up for me?
Can you move? That's good.
Come on. Yeah. That's good.
Bishop, Herrera, and Cutler copy.
Thank God. Let me know when you have eyes on Miller.
Fifth floor.
Izzy! Izzy! Oh, my God.
- Izzy! - Whoo!
Izzy Packing,
you really are a whole damn firefighter.
Mm-hmm.
Honey, fire or not, you don't leave a sister behind.
- Mnh-mnh. - Come on.
Requesting two additional aid cars, one additional engine,
and SPD for crowd control.
I need everyone to move further back from the scene!
Miller, do you copy?
Miller?
Montgomery, Hughes, go get Miller and Gibson.
- We got you, Miller. - Herrera.
Don't move until we can get you.
- Miller, do you copy? - Copy!
Go, go, go, go. What's your position?
Fifth-floor hallway.
Rear of building. Low visibility.
I have an exit, but I'm having knee issues,
so I'm gonna need assistance.
We're almost to you. Hold tight.
Okay. Come here. We got you.
We got him!
Hey, hey, hey! Geez! Hey! Hey!
Ah, yeah. Sorry.
Yeah, that's a patellar dislocation.
Yeah.
- What is that? - What?
Ohh! Ohh! What the hell was that?!
I was trying to distract you from the pain.
Mm-hmm. Yeah. Yeah.
Nailed it, nailed it, nailed it, nailed it.
- Yeah. - Nailed it.
Right.
Here you go.
Inara's my friend, man. If you got a problem with her...
I don't have a problem with Inara.
You called her a rescue.
Jack, you're picking a fight with me about something
that I don't want to fight you on
after you popped my kneecap back in place.
Dude, I get it.
I'm not judging you.
You never had parents,
so Marsha is your surrogate mother.
Marcus reminds you of your deaf foster sister.
And Inara is in love with you...
Ow... which is your favorite thing.
I'm happy for you, Jack. I'm proud of you.
I'm glad you have a family.
Pru is the best thing that happened to me,
and I didn't even know I wanted her.
So... we good?
Yo. We good?
Yeah.
Warren, what's up?
What's wrong?
Is it over? Is it bad?
Maya?
My MeeMaw gave me that wig.
It was hers.
I came out to her when I was 12.
She giggled, said she already knew.
She said she doesn't care who I love,
and she'd sling her purse at anybody who told me differently.
And her purse was very heavy.
Then she gave me her favorite... Her favorite dress-up wig.
Big Red. Who's now my favorite.
And now she's gone?
And now she's gone.
But I'd let that wig burn up a million times
to make sure my sisters are safe.
They're the ones who picked me up when MeeMaw died,
taught me how to really be a queen.
How to be part of a community.
They're my tribe.
Montgomery, meet us back at the house
after you drop the patient at Grey-Sloan.
Copy.
That's, uh... That's my tribe.
You don't have any queen friends?
I-I did some drag back in...
No, I mean, like, you don't hang out with any gays or femmes?
Not a lot of gay guys in the fire department.
Child, every queen needs a queendom.
Your sister's gonna be okay.
Hey, I, uh, just wanted to wash my hands
because I've been burying my face in them all day.
Warren, I'm sorry.
About the PRT. I know how much it meant to you.
Look, I would understand
if you never wanted to speak to me again.
If the tables were turned, I...
J-Just...
Look, you didn't intend to take anything from me.
And that matters.
Look, we're 19. We fight the fight together.
Mr. Sullivan, you have three minutes
to address the commission.
Would you like to use those three minutes?
Yes. Uh, yes, sir.
Uh, I-I know what I did was wrong.
I know I made mistakes. I made colossally bad calls.
But I also know I made a lot of good ones.
I made decades of good ones,
saving lives and helping more people than I can count.
And I'm not even close to being done.
Look, I-I regret every moment of pain I caused my colleagues.
I regret breaking their trust.
And I plan to spend the rest of my career
making it up to them, making it right.
If you let me.
Excuse me. We are not finished.
Commission, I'm Captain Maya Bishop
from Station 19,
and I'd be doing this department a disservice
if I didn't bring our team here today
to fight for our battalion chief
the way he has fought for us so many times before.
Robert Sullivan is an excellent firefighter.
He's one of the best. He's committed to the job.
He's patient with his time and leadership.
He made a mistake.
He made some mistakes.
Because he was suffering from pain
from an injury he got on the job.
Putting others' lives before his.
He's one of us.
He's one of the good ones.
He's one of the good ones,
both as a human and a firefighter.
And I've seen a lot of people who are terrible at both.
He was in chronic pain. He needed drugs to treat it.
And, yes, he became dependent on those drugs.
He became desperate.
My husband died because of a crappy captain
who didn't know how to ask for help.
Sullivan is nothing like that guy.
He made a mistake, but he's asking for help.
Robert Sullivan lost his parents in a plane crash,
and he still became the high school valedictorian.
He lost his wife in an accident,
and he still climbed the ladder to battalion chief.
In our job, when you go down physically, we rehabilitate you.
He went down physically.
Addiction is a treatable, chronic disease,
so we rehabilitate him.
We do not throw him out with the trash.
At SFD, we take care of our own.
Dixon?
He was never one of us.
He was out for blood.
He wanted everything that he put us through
to come down on someone else's head.
That's not justice.
Losing a damn good firefighter is not justice!
Let's take a recess, please.
Hey. You missed the big show downstairs, Miller.
It was very "I am Spartacus."
I'm sure he did not need me.
Hey, where were you? How's the knee?
It's good. Just icing it, you know?
- No big deal. - Hmm.
So, before you hear about it on the news
the PRT is done.
- What? - What?
Ahh. I'm sorry, bro.
And Dixon is back.
- What?! How? - No!
Satan lives!
He's back at the police department.
So, Sullivan might get kicked out of the fire department,
but, sure, why wouldn't P.D. take Dixon back?
Yeah. I'm sorry about the knife-mobile, though, Warren.
- That sucks. - Yeah, sorry...
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey.
I thought we said no sharing of food.
Uh, no, no. You said no sharing food.
You took away eggs and bacon. You cannot take away lasagne.
I didn't take away anything. Look, it's protocol.
No, no, i-it's protocol at the hospital.
- Yeah. - But we're a pod.
- Mm-hmm. - We're a family.
- Yes. - We eat family-style.
- Amen. - Overruled.
Overruled?
Do we need to paint you a picture? Over-ruled.
Gavel.
- Okay. - Second gavel.
Did you just salt-and-pepper me?
And what is up with the pre-cut fruit, man?
- Why would you do that? - What are we, a book club?
Seriously? What is wrong with the pre-cut fruit? What is...?
Okay. Do you want to start a book club?
I would love to start a book club with you!
Forgive me for trying to save you from the virus.
I'm a doctor. Don't worry about it. It's fine.
Sorry about the PRT.
Alright, it was good to see you guys, okay?
And I'm... I'm sorry that my dad is the devil,
but, uh, I'll see you around.
- Bye, Emmett. - Your dad's the worst.
Hey, Emmett. Wait up, man.
Emmett, wait, wait, wait, wait up.
I'm sorry if it w... If it was weird.
I was weird earlier. Sorry.
- Can we be friends? - Friends?
I-I never wanted to not have you in my life.
And I know that I hurt you,
and I recently realized that I projected
a lot of unfair crap on you.
But I really care about you.
And I don't have any gay friends.
Yeah, well, me, neither,
but I've only been out for like 10 minutes.
I, uh... I realized today, actually,
that, uh, my husband's friends were our circle.
So when he died, you know,
we all kind of drifted apart and...
I'm saying let's be friends.
Please?
Yeah.
Yeah. Let's be friends.
I don't know what happened to our friendship,
but I do know that I never forgave you for taking the job,
for Jack, for so many things
that weren't entirely your fault.
And my life kept rolling forward, blow after blow,
and I never processed it, I kept it inside.
I fell back on my dad's bad habits.
I wall up and isolate and shut down
because that's how things were handled in my family.
And you freak out over French toast
because you never felt safe
around the breakfast table as a kid.
I miss having a friend who is just as messed up as me.
Well, you have Jack.
I'm sorry it's taken me so long to say all this.
No. I'm... I'm sorry.
Move back in.
I mean, just till the separation is over.
You shouldn't be sleeping here.
Uh, what? You just moved in with Carina.
And she makes French toast so good
I think I orgasmed a little.
Oh, God.
Wow, do you know how many nights in a row
I've had canned green beans for dinner?
Like, right out of the can.
Move back in.
I miss you.
I'm still a firefighter.
Yeah, you are.
But, um, I'm no longer your battalion chief.
What?
They gave you captain again.
No. No title.
- What? What does that even mean? - How does that even work?
They knocked me back to grunt.
W-Where?
Since no other station would have me,
I guess it's your call, Captain.
Welcome to 19, probie.
Wow! Probie!
Yeah!
I like the sound of that.
Yeah! I love the sound of that!
Alright, yeah. Yeah, yeah.
- Alright. - Alright.
- There it is. - There it is.
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