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Bishop, you're up!
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God.
Why do some shifts hurt more than others?
Even my left buttcheek hurts.
That just means you're getting old.
We are the same age.
No, we're not.
Maybe we ought to start calling you "Dad".
Hey, good shift, 19.
Look, I know you're missing some of your buddies,
but we'll be back together soon enough.
Was he being nice? I couldn't tell.
Oh, hey, Bishop... tell your better half
that I owe her a conversation about that clinic idea.
As soon as we get this custody thing cleared up.
She knows you have a lot on your plate,
but we are ready to drop the gloves if you need us.
I'm not sure brawling with Miller's grieving parents
is the best idea, but, you know, if it comes to it...
If it does, we got your back.
She's got your back.
- You don't have anyone's back. - Oh.
What were you gonna do before you decided
to join the Academy?
High school teacher.
Are y...
Dude, imagine being 16, walking into Bio,
and seeing that as your teacher?
Couldn't do it.
Dude. No, man.
- Stop. - What?
You got a sub for today?
I did, and please keep in mind
that there weren't a lot of choices.
Hey.
If you don't step up to them, it's only gonna get worse.
It's a hazing thing. It's fine.
- I can take it. - I know you can. That's not the point.
If I say something, that puts me on the outside.
- That's not true. - It is.
It is for you.
- Wow. - Truth hurts.
Oh! Gosh darn it!
Something 'pilled, Duval!
- Aww! - Oh.
You better sweep that up, Messy.
Seriously, Duval, make them clean that up.
Fire Zaddy, 12:00.
Hey.
- What are you doing here? - Working.
You're the sub?
You're the captain.
You don't know who's subbing?
I'm the acting captain,
and I had my lieutenant sign the approval.
Last time that'll happen.
Well, I can be professional.
If you can't, that's a you problem.
Hey, Mom, it's me... again.
Could you please call me back?
Hey.
Where do we keep the toolbox?
What kind of tools are we looking for?
Uh, the... the kind you keep in a toolbox.
I think there are some in the kitchen cabinet.
- Okay, good. - Should I even ask?
The towel rack's broken.
- Did you call Gibson? - To fix the towel rack?
No, to come over.
Wrong one. Wrong one again.
He hasn't been to work since Thanksgiving.
We're worried about him, and he could use a buddy.
Okay, then you can call him.
I gotta go make sure that my mom hasn't
murdered my father and fled the country.
Just call him. It could be good for both of you.
Uh, hold on, you...
This is you trying to sneakily get me
to not be alone because you're worried about me,
but you're pretending to worry about Gibson.
- Mm. - Yeah.
I can be worried about you both.
I'm a multitasker.
Um...
Carina, am I in the right apartment?
Sorpresa.
You are supposed to be at work.
I'm not working for the next two days.
Oh, w-why?
Because we're making some homemade porn?
No.
- It is romance. - Mm.
Not porn.
But there is a lot of red.
We're making a baby, and I want to have
all the romance and all the sex
that comes with making a baby.
Even though we're picking a sperm donor
from a very unsexy sperm bank.
Exactly.
- Life has been so hard and so difficult. - Mm. Mm-hmm.
And there's been so much pain
and so much grief.
I just think we need a little bit
of something different.
And you need a massage.
Ugh, I really do.
Prego.
Oh.
And I am gonna be
your very sexy massage therapist today.
Oh!
The surprises keep coming.
Carina, this is...
What?
This is so romantic.
- What? - Oh, that's nice.
Uh, what are you up to? You wanna...
You wanna come over?
Why?
I don't know. To hang out.
I'm...
Did Andy put you up to this?
No, Travis did.
I don't know... I think everybody's worried
about the both of us, and they think we should
babysit each other, so...
I don't know, it's pretty efficient, honestly.
I can't. I'm... I'm busy right now, okay?
Doing what?
Growing a depression beard?
I know you're just sitting around, miserable,
on the floating Miller shrine.
Hughes.
I have whiskey!
Thanks, but no thanks, okay?
Who are you?
I-I'm Jack Gibson.
W-We've actually met a lot of times.
Bill, that's Dean's co-worker.
You can start in the living room.
I'm gonna... Okay, yeah.
Sor... Sorry.
Why are you here?
Well, uh, Ben... Ben Warren...
Ben Warren...
is not the owner of this property.
No, but, um, in Dean's will...
you know, the... the house was going to Pru, and...
Well, we're Pru's guardians,
and we co-signed the mortgage on this house.
You should get out.
They've worked out an arrangement
that all grandparents seem happy with.
So, they're, what... gonna ship a child
back and forth between continents?
No, they have agreed
that Pru will be based in Seattle.
This will be her primary residence...
with the Millers... and she will spend summers
and alternating holidays
with the other set of grandparents.
- In Hong Kong? - No.
They spend their summers in Italy, apparently.
- On a yacht. - Oh, my...
Look... Okay, look, Dean stipulated
he wanted her with us.
There are legal documents.
D-D-Doesn't that mean anything?
- Well, it means everything. - Okay.
And it can also mean nothing.
They have a strong argument for keeping her.
They are blood relations who are all more than capable
of supporting her and raising her
and providing for Pru a life well beyond the average.
So, if you want to keep her, it's gonna be a fight.
A long, difficult...
... time-consuming, expensive fight.
If all the adults tasked with keeping Pru safe
are fighting with each other,
then who's looking out for her?
Well, I don't see an alternative.
The alternative is we stop thinking about
what Dean wanted and start thinking about
what's best for Pru.
We are what's best for Pru.
So say us!
But if the road to us is gonna hurt her
in any way, th... no.
Miranda!
Th... Th... Th... They talk about her
like she's their property.
All right, look... she, um...
Yeah... "She belongs to us".
All right? "She's our granddaughter".
A-And you think we're the ones being selfish?
Dean wanted us to raise her.
He put it in writing.
Okay. You know what?
I gotta talk to Gibson.
Just t-tell her why she's wrong.
Hey, Jack. What's up?
Look, Dr. Bailey, I still think in the long run...
The long run won't matter if we screw her up now,
when her spongy, little brain is just learning
what the world is like.
Her spongy, little baby brain is already having to contend
with the fact that her dad, her adult, her stability,
her protector is gone, forever.
Now we have to be the adults for Pru.
We have to prioritize Pru,
and as much as it pains me to say this,
if all of this is truly about protecting that little girl,
then we're standing down.
Oh, my God.
What did I ever do to you?
Mm.
Are you kidding me right now?!
You came.
I see you've stopped bathing, too.
"Too" as in you, too, or "too" like I seem
like I'm ticking off another box on the list of madness?
Both. Seriously, smell me.
- No. That's gross, Gibson. - Smell me.
I said I had whiskey.
Yeah, but Miller turned me onto the good stuff and then...
died on me.
Ah, that's rude.
His parents showed up. Started packing his stuff.
Uh, they're gonna sell the houseboat.
- What? - Yeah.
Couldn't stay to watch, so I had to get out of there.
What do you know about tiling?
Come on.
Mom?
Come on, Mom. I know you're home.
The door was unlocked, and Burt Bacharach is playing.
? When there is always... ?
Can I help you?
Mom. Hi.
Aw, so nice.
Mom, it's me. Your only son.
The one you always complain doesn't visit you enough.
Wait, are you packing?
? I was born to love her ?
Mom, are you kicking Dad out?
No. I'm leaving.
Do you want this?
Mom. Wait.
Mom, Mom. Can you just wait one minute?
I can't.
Your father will be home in a few hours,
and I'd like to be packed by the time he gets here.
Does Dad not know?
I told him over breakfast, but...
... not sure he believed me.
Okay, what did you say exactly?
- I said, "Paul, honey, I'm leaving". - Okay.
Did you tell him that apparently
it was something that you urgently needed to do today?
Your father and I were married 37 years,
and he didn't tell me he loved men 'til one week ago.
So, yes, it's urgent.
Travis, either help me pack
or come back at a more convenient time.
Saw you and Beckett talking the other day.
It's smart, getting in with him.
I'd do the same thing.
You prove yourself here, there's an opening in 19...
A death at 19.
Well... Yeah, well, what I'm saying is that...
Not everything is about politics, Robert.
Aid car to 535 Beatrice Court.
Civilian has a burn from a grease fire.
- Politics? - That's you.
- I know that's me. - Ruiz, go with Sullivan.
- Maddox, you're on engine. - I know.
It's hard to believe that I've done this before.
Maddox, you ever eat a vegetable?
Some fruit maybe? Food with food in it?
- You know, these are, in fact, loops of fruit, so... - Got it.
Well, if you don't put nutrients in your body,
you're gonna have a hard time with all the drills
- I make you run later. - Oh, my God.
You are so preoccupied with my body, it is crazy.
Hey, probie, will you dump this for me, please?
Maddox, go easy on Duval.
What, you don't haze probies at 19?
Not like that.
Okay.
Become a captain, they said.
It'll be rewarding, they said.
Alright, one, two...
Wait. Wait.
Are you sure you turned off the water?
Yes.
- Question mark. - Yeah.
- Mm. - Yeah, no.
You know, I'm kinda glad I'm getting kicked out of the houseboat.
I feel like he's always about to round the corner
when I'm there.
And the way I hear his jazz records.
I smell his stupid good lasagna that we begged him to make.
And he taught me what beshmall sauce was.
What sauce?
Beshmall.
Okay, so he taught you how to make béchamel sauce,
but not how to say it?
That... sounds like Miller.
Whatever.
I thought living there would keep him close,
but it kinda just makes it worse.
- I'm... Am I funny? What... - No, I just...
I can't help just picturing Miller as this, like,
jazz-cat-lasagna-ghost, and it's just...
It's pretty great. It's pretty great.
Yeah.
Honestly, I-I don't know how you do it.
How...
How you live on the houseboat.
Feels like he's everywhere in this house,
and he was barely ever here.
Whoa!
Hughes! Come on!
Oh, come on. What was the agreement, Gibson?
No questioning the other person's actions today.
Yeah.
Come on.
Yeah, give me that.
Whew.
- Feel good? - Yeah. Feels good.
- Yeah? - Feels good.
I mean, maybe not the normal way to work through grief,
but, yeah, okay.
There is nothing normal about this.
Oh. Okay.
- Yeah. - We lost one of our people!
The fate of a little girl hangs in the balance!
And I have a literal broken heart!
- Get the whiskey. - Yeah. Whiskey.
- Yeah. - Mm-hmm. Here we go.
Gah!
Mm. Number two...
... this freckle.
It's a beauty mark.
And we're counting blessings, not body parts.
Well, I am feeling very blessed by your body parts.
Number three.
- Mm. - A healthy body.
See?
- Number four. - Mm.
You turning what could have been
a day full of grief and housekeeping
into the most romantic day of my life.
Aside from our wedding.
Well, that one got a little dinged
by the whole losing-my-job thing.
Mm. Right.
Okay, number five.
Mm.
- Multiple orgasms. - Mm.
It's not that he's gay, you know.
I know.
I need you to know that.
I never had a problem with your being gay.
Right.
You just let Dad's internalized homophobia prevent you
from fully accepting me.
I accepted you.
Yeah, right, Mom.
You didn't even come to my wedding.
Travis, you know why.
It was just easier to go along with what he wanted
than to...
He took my whole life.
My relationship with my son.
Dad was drowning in shame and self-loathing,
so he did a lot of things wrong,
but he never put a gun to your head.
You chose not to come to my wedding.
And we can be as mad at him as we want to be.
But we can't put that on him.
He told you not to go, and you went along with that.
So, that's on you.
Do you think I don't regret not being at your wedding?
Not being there to read my poem for you and Michael?
I've always let things be, let things lie.
I know you have, Mom.
And so I'm saying that's on you.
Do you want some lunch?
I can heat up some chap chae.
Grease fire burn. Shouldn't take long.
Hey, how's Hughes?
She's healing, and she's grieving,
and she's impatient about how long both things are taking.
Yep. Sounds about right.
You know, when I started, I received some advice,
which I ignored...
never marry another firefighter.
Whoa. I'm not getting married.
No, I know. I changed the subject to me.
- Got it. - I just...
I don't get it.
I just don't get how I ended up here.
Subbing as a grunt in my soon-to-be-ex-wife's house.
You really think it's about the job?
I mean, with a firefighter, at least we get each other.
No, that's the problem.
See, this is not a normal job.
There's too much loss.
There's too much pain.
There's too much trauma.
We need to be able to put it all away when we get home.
We need to be able to come home to somebody
who does not get it.
Tell me I'm wrong.
Tell me that when you see Hughes suffering
because her best friend died,
that you don't think about everyone you've lost.
Oh!
Dispatch from Aid 23.
Smoke and fire from a unit on the third floor.
Send full structure assignment.
Yeah, this is more than a grease fire burn.
I mean, how can they sell his house?
Did they pay for it?
Well, I think they co-signed and paid the down payment.
Then it's theirs to sell.
I'm sure they'll put the money in a trust for her.
It's not like they're hard up for cash.
How... How did you suddenly get this... cold?
Okay, do not for a second think
that my heart isn't every bit as broken as yours.
Well, it's not the time to be heartbroken.
Alright? It's the time to fight.
Ben, look, it's not right, okay?
Ripping that child from her grandparents,
fighting over property.
This cannot be us.
This cannot be what Miller wanted.
No. No, no.
What Miller wanted was for her to be with us, alright?
And for her to grow up with that place, you know,
to know where her dad was his happiest,
where her dad became a man, where...
where her dad set in motion plans
not... not just for her future, but for the world.
Okay, no. No, no, no.
Don't... Don't look at me like that.
I'm not being sentimental.
Don't you see what they're doing?
Dean's parents don't care about what Dean wanted,
because Dean's parents never cared about what he wanted.
They only wanted to control him, to... to squeeze out
every part of him that they didn't approve of.
Dean... Dean hated that,
which is why he wanted his daughter to be raised by us.
Ben...
Miranda, you... you are normally right about everything,
but you are not right about this, alright?
You are not right about this.
Okay.
Okay?
You're right.
So... So, we're gonna fight?
We're gonna fight for her?
We're gonna fight.
Yeah, we are.
Ohh!
Okay.
Watch your step.
You're gonna walk straight out.
Sullivan, status?
We responded to a grease fire burn
and saw the smoke from that window,
but the reporting party's not answering the door.
- Where's Ruiz? - He's on the third floor.
He's not in gear. We started evac.
He's trying to get inside to the patient with the burn.
Alright, you're on fire attack.
Get in there with the battering ram.
Go, go, go.
Duval, Maddox, you're on evac.
Get everyone else off the third floor.
Engine 23, load the dry standpipes.
Ruiz, I need you down here on the ground right now.
Someone's in here, Cap.
Please. It's Naomi. She's our friend.
Sullivan's on his way. You're not in gear.
Copy. Come on. We gotta get you outside.
Wait, no, no, no, no.
You're just gonna leave her in there?
No, someone's coming up right now.
No, no, no, we're not leaving her. She's in a wheelchair.
Hurry up, Duval. Stay with me.
Hey, aren't we supposed to be clearing the third floor?
Ah, evac's for losers. Fire attack's where it's at.
Seattle Fire! Let's go!
Maddox, you're on evac.
Sullivan's on his way up. He and I have this.
Oh, I coulda sworn Herrera just told you to go outside.
Maddox, you have two seconds to move.
Come on. Let's go.
Captain, civilian's in a wheelchair.
Copy that, Ruiz. Sullivan's on his way up.
Get down here and suit up.
Oh. Hi.
My granddaughter is not here.
She's with her aunt.
My daughter.
Her family.
Th-That's good. That's fine.
We, uh... We came here, actually,
because we wanted to speak with you.
Yes, we... we don't want to fight with you, with lawyers.
Um, we want peace, for you, for ourselves, for Pru.
We are hoping that we can, you know, talk it out
and... and come to an agreement.
I understand this must be difficult for both of you
because you want to honor my son's wishes.
But in this case, he's simply incorrect in the matter.
And as his mother, I've had to overrule him.
Your son was an adult,
and he made verbal and legally documented decisions
for his daughter.
My son made a lot of decisions in his life
that I would have overruled, had I had the opportunity.
If he'd listened to us about his choice of profession,
well, we wouldn't be in this position,
because he'd still be alive.
With all due respect, um, I know you're in pain,
but I don't think you're being fair.
You don't have to think it's "fair".
It's the truth.
How do you let him do it?
S... I'm... I'm sorry?
How do you let your husband, who's a trained surgeon,
jeopardize his life every day and call it a career?
I'm not in charge of Ben's decisionmaking
a-any more than you were in charge of Dean's.
Don't you think a husband should have enough respect
for his wife and children
to prioritize his own life over the lives of strangers?
Okay, that's enough.
Oh!
You march onto my property,
you start making demands, and you tell me when it's enough?
- Ben... - But you don't have the right to speak to my wife that way.
Ben, I'm capable of speaking for myself.
My husband is a brave and noble man.
He is a hero who saves lives every day, as was your son.
He does a job that very few are brave enough to do, and...
and that doesn't make him less of a husband,
and it doesn't make him any less a father.
Maybe it doesn't.
But it does make him a man who's likely to be dead
before his time.
How dare you? How...
How dare I?
How dare you?
You want me to hand my only grandchild over to you
so she can lose and bury yet another father?
You want her to suffer more than she already has?
How dare you?
Look, our son just died. Our beautiful son.
Our only son.
Look, you are both parents.
Can you imagine for a moment how that feels?
And now you want to take more from us?
Any of us can raise a child.
But Miranda and I are the only ones able to do it
and honor Dean in that process.
To teach her about all the incredible parts
of... of her father
that he could never show you because you hated what he did.
You... You couldn't honor Dean and what he wanted in his life.
Please, please honor what he wanted in his death.
We are her family.
Yes, and we would never take her from you.
You... You can have as much access to her as you like.
Well, how gracious of you
to offer us "access" to our grandchild.
That's enough now.
Hey, did they get Naomi out?
They're working on it. She's gonna be okay.
Okay, guys, follow me. Over here. This direction.
Where's Maddox?
He said he wanted to be "where the action is".
What?
I just followed your orders. I...
Maddox, you abandoned your partner.
Get down here, now.
Good work, Duval.
Ruiz! You're on fire attack with Sullivan.
Yeah.
- Here we go. - Alright.
Got it?
Alright, let's go.
Yep! Whoo!
- Alright. - Yippie-kai-ay!
Maddox, Captain said you're out!
- Now! - Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Anyone in there? Let's go!
- Alright, alright. - You ready?
- Yeah. - Go, go, go!
Stay low. Work toward the left.
Naomi!
We got heavy smoke. We need blowers.
Naomi!
I found her!
I got her!
On three. One, two, three.
She's still breathing.
- On three. - Ready.
One, two...
Three!
Maddox, are you kidding me?
Yippie-kai-ay, Lieutenant!
Whoo!
Mm. Mm. Mm.
We missed a tile.
Get it. Get it. Get it.
Yeah!
Hey, if you wanted perfect,
you should not have gotten us drunk.
Mm, I think Miller would probably be proud of me
for not just moping around, at least.
You know, he'd be proud of me, too,
for not picking up the first girl at a bar to sleep with.
It's first impulse
when I'm feeling feelings I don't wanna feel.
No, I get it! I get it. I get it.
Sex is, like, the only time my brain can turn off.
Same. Yes.
- Same. - Even after Ripley.
Everyone just thought I was rebounding,
and I just needed to, like... I just needed to turn it off.
I get that, because, you know, this job sucks sometimes,
and there's only so many ways that you can feel less pain.
How long did you know that Miller was in love with me?
That long? What, like a year?
Aw, shut up, Gibson. More than a year?
Hey. Hey!
- Ugh! - He was scared
that if he told you, it'd ruin the friendship.
Because he didn't think you felt the same way.
Well, he was right.
Still would've liked to have had the conversation, though.
So, what's our whiskey sitch, huh?
God.
This is a disaster.
Yeah, Montgomery's gonna murder me.
You said that.
Mm. I did not say that!
- You did! - I did not.
You did!
And you did it that Maya way.
Maya way? What way is that?
The way you get, mm, when things are not in order.
You get all stiff,
like you're trying to control every muscle in your body.
What? I make that face?
Oh, yes. The face is the best part.
I'm Maya Bishop.
Oh, my God.
I'm gonna be the strict mom, aren't I?
Yeah.
You know, I've spent my whole adult life
bringing babies into the world
and then watching them getting rolled away.
I never get to see how they turn out,
or... or what kind of mothers my patients will be.
I just... I just...
"Welcome, little one. Bye-bye. Have a nice life".
You want to be the one who carries.
Eh, we can talk about that.
I know you're an athlete and you might want to experience...
No, it's you.
And for the egg?
We can do IVF...
Nope. It should be yours.
I want to hold a little you.
I want them to have these eyes and this nose.
And this freckle.
I want to have another version of you
that I can count my blessings on.
And I have some ideas
of some places to put this chocolate sauce.
I told you... we're making a porn.
No, Maya! No!
Uh, a little bit.
Alright, here we go.
Good job, Ruiz.
Yeah, same, man. Same.
- Good work. Good work. - Bad boys!
Good job out there, man.
Maddox!
Did I say you were on fire attack?
No, you didn't, but you know what?
Not everybody's born a leader.
Ooh!
They would have listened to you, if you were acting captain.
Stop.
You get along with Sullivan, huh?
Eh, he's a hell of a firefighter.
Yeah, must be nice to just waltz into any station and get respect.
Nope.
No. You're captain.
You can't bring that personal crap to the team.
Sullivan and I worked well together.
I respect him.
That's a good thing. For your team.
They'll never listen to me.
Make them.
I was weak.
I have no excuse.
I was weak.
And you deserved better.
You were a delight.
And your father was so hard on you.
Not just after you came out, but your whole childhood.
He was so tough on you,
always telling you you were too sensitive or too emotional.
Trying to toughen you up by being rough with you,
as if he were afraid of how you might turn out.
And I hated it.
And I let him.
I let him.
I am so angry with your father.
And I am so angry with myself.
You were never anything but perfect, Travis.
I think it might be time to call a professional.
No, Gibson!
Gibson! Gibson, stop!
Jack.
Jack. Jack.
Why can't I stop feeling this way?
I don't know.
It's okay. It's okay.
- I should, um... - Yeah. Yeah.
You didn't... You didn't drive, right?
Y-Yeah, Gibson, just don't.
Listen up!
Let me help you understand.
I am not your substitute teacher.
I am your captain.
In the house, on calls, in the field,
you answer and take orders from me.
When you disobey my orders, you put your team at risk.
When you leave your partner during a fire,
you put your team at risk.
If either of those things happen again, you put your job at risk.
I'm not done, Maddox.
We're not doing things the way you used to do them.
Things are changing.
No more hazing probies because "that's what happened to you".
No more sex jokes.
No more treating this whole station like it's a frat house.
Under my watch, this house will feel comfortable
for every person working here.
It was a good call.
No one died, but we can do better.
And we will do better.
Copy?
- Copy, Captain! - Copy, Captain.
Maddox, congrats.
You're my new fire prevention coordinator.
The files are a mess.
It'll take about six to seven shifts of desk duty
to sort them.
Now you're dismissed.
I'm writing him up.
I'll leave your name out of it.
I'm the captain.
It's my job to look after my team.
Uh, hey... hey, you know the drill.
Uh, one thing you learned today.
Apparently, dolphins sleep with one eye open.
- What?! - Where'd you learn that?
TikTok.
- Ah! - TikTok. Of course.
Goodness.
Tuck's still at practice, but we should make him a plate.
It's Ifeya.
Answer it.
Um, good evening, Dr. Bailey, Dr. Warren.
Um, we, uh...
Arike...
Pru woke up crying, and asked for Miranda.
Okay, go ahead, Pru.
Say hi.
Hi, there, baby girl!
Shouldn't you be sleeping?
Don't make me send Joey over there
to tickle you back to sleep.
Oh, here. He's right here.
Oh. Hey!
How's it going? Why aren't you asleep?
How about you lay down, close your eyes,
and we're gonna help you count
all those pandas on your pajamas.
Okay.
One panda, two pandas, three pandas...
Just because he speaks French and Spanish
doesn't mean our baby's gonna come out speaking French and Spanish.
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Alright, man.
Alright.
Nice speech.
I guess it pays to be ruthless sometimes.
It wasn't ruthless. It was right.
Yeah, it was.
I just mean that being at the top,
to get there and stay there,
you need a little bit of ruthlessness.
I'm not trying to get and stay at the top, Robert.
I'm trying to keep everyone safe.
I don't think about this job the way you do.
Well, you can try to demonize me for being ambitious
and wanting my status back,
but you're not being honest with yourself,
because you want the same thing.
I saw you in Beckett's office.
You're starting to feel the same way I do.
Stuck, professionally restless.
You know, Aquino could be out over a year.
If you play your cards right, this house could be yours.
I would never steal a house out from under a man
who's been injured in the line of duty.
I didn't say steal.
You know, this is Aquino's house to lose.
- If you wanted it... - I slept with him.
Beckett.
I wasn't trying to get a-a job or steal anyone's house.
I slept with him once, and I was letting him down easy.
Okay?
Okay.
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