9-1-1 (2018–…): Season 5, Episode 6 - Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1 - full transcript

"Folsom Prison Blues"
by Johnny Cash playing...

♪ I hear the train a-comin' ♪

♪ It's rollin' round the bend ♪

♪ And I ain't seen
the sunshine ♪

♪ Since, I don't know when ♪

♪ I'm stuck in Folsom Prison ♪

♪ And time keeps draggin' on ♪

♪ But that train keeps a-rollin'... ♪

I'll take lane six
and size-12 shoes, please.

My dad said you've been using
that same bad joke

since way back
when he still worked here.



Yeah? One of these days,
it's gonna get a laugh, brother.

♪ Don't ever play with guns... ♪

Oh, hey. Say hello to
your old man for me, all right?

♪ Just to watch him die ♪

♪ When I hear
that whistle blowin'... ♪

How's it looking
out there, Eyes?

Like they all want to kill me.

- You say that every day.
- I mean it every day.

Remember to use the cream
I'm giving you.

And for God's sake,
put on some underwear.

Good morning, Doc.

It's 4:00 p.m.

Well, it's morning to me.

Hello, sir.



I need you to be
on high alert today, Vaughn.

Inmates have been acting
extra combative lately.

Any idea why?

Could be the new warden's
reforms, but I don't know.

Feels like somebody's
been agitating.

Copy that.
Where do you want me?

The usual.
Mitchell needs a walk.

- Not again.
- You're the only one he likes.

Hands.

All right, let's go.
You know the drill.

Let's go! Line it up!

This guy is so
freaking weird.

Hey. No littering.

All right, time's up.

Let's pack it in.

This is 911 Metro.
Is this a drill?

This is Security Chief Isaacs
at Jamestown State Prison.

The code is
57-Charlie-Adam-James.

Color of the day is yellow.

Confirmed: code yellow.

Sitrep: Inmates have
broken free of containment

and have taken control
of Cell Blocks A and C.

We have multiple fires burning,

and the ventilation system

is pushing smoke
throughout the prison.

Situation is critical.
I repeat, this is not a drill.

*9-1-1*
Season 05 Episode 06

Episode Title: "Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1"
Aired on: November 01, 2021.

The unrest started
in Cell Block Two

and spread quickly.

Then a handful of prisoners

took out
the fire suppression system

and started setting fires
around the facility.

We managed to put out
the smaller fires,

but the biggest one's still
burning in the HVAC corridor.

What are we walking through
to get to the fire?

Eyes, buzz us through.

The riot's only
40% contained at the moment,

so you'll be escorted by four of
my men in full protective gear

carrying nonlethal weaponry.

The main corridor is clear
and locked down tight.

We'll get you in and out safely.

You just have to take care
of that fire.

All right, guys,
get those hoses set.

Come on, let's go.
Let's go!

Buck, Eddie,
put up a water curtain.

That thing is gonna keep sucking
smoke up into the system.

Okay, Ravi,
go find the kill switch.

You let me know
when you got it.

We got it, Cap.

All right, guys,
knock it down, knock it down.

- All right, guys, let's go.
- You got it.

- Okay, Garcia, fire's out.
- Sorry.

Block Three's blowing up.
I got to go deal with that.

- What about our escort?
- Block Two is still locked down.

Wilkinson can handle
your walk out.

Come on, let's go.

Okay, 118, let's go.

We're on the move.

What is that?
Is someone else in here?

No, this area should be secure.

Over here.

Holy crap,
that's Mitchell.

I wonder who got
the drop on him.

Maybe one of your colleagues.

It doesn't look like
he held back, either.

Airway's compromised.

We're probably looking
at a crushed trachea.

- All right, we got to move.
- Whoa, whoa, hey.

- These men are injured.
- Oh, and the guy in the shackles

has got a nasty gash
in his lower abdomen.

They're scumbags.
Leave 'em here.

We've lost control of Block One.

All guards, fall back.

We're not leaving anybody.
All right.

Let's get 'em up and out.
No time for gurneys.

Yes, Warden, I get it,
but there's no way I can

confidently say anything's
been put down at this point.

We just lost the mess hall.

Inmates are loose
in the main corridor.

Sir, we're struggling
to maintain control.

Eyes, buzz us out.

Whoa, stop, stop, stop,
stop! He's having a seizure.

Okay, get him down,
get him down.

All right, you guys go.
Your guy can barely breathe.

Go.
We're gonna be right behind you.

That's an order.
Now, go.

Protocol says you got to
have two guards with you.

Plenty of room
if you want to join.

I need an ambulance escort
for a prisoner

transporting to the local ER.

- Anybody copy?
- Vaughn here.

Me and Mahoney
are on the way.

I got to get back in there.

Don't try to leave
without that escort, all right?

Okay, how we doing, Hen?
We got to move.

Seizure's probably
due to blood loss.

- Cap, let's get him outside.
- Okay. All right.

Grab him by the arms.

Because reinforcements
still need

to move between sections.

Damn it.

Loose inmates in Block Two.

Need backup for Block Two!

You guys our escort?

Yes, sir.
Let's get moving.

LAFD, you need to move.

Infirmary, it's still secure.

Okay, let's move! Let's go.

Move! Come on.

Vaughn and Mahoney
are escorting a prisoner.

Let 'em through.

We can't get out.
We've got an injured inmate.

Here, put him over on the bed.

Help me over here!

Sorry, Doc. You okay?

Yeah, yeah. I'll be fine.

What's going on
with the patient?

He's got a stab wound
to the lower abdomen.

He's lost a lot of blood.

He was convulsing,
but it's slowed.

It's probably from the BP.
He'll need fluids.

Wait. That's not an inmate.

That's Freddie Vaughn.

He's a guard.

- What?
- Where'd you find him?

In the machine room,
next to the other prisoner.

- But if this one's a guard...
- The other one probably is, too.

So where are the prisoners?

118 ambulance, come in.

Buck, Eddie, come in.

- Mm-mm.
- Buck, Eddie,

if you can hear me,
return to the prison.

Come...

Kill the lights and sirens.

What the hell?

I can't thank you boys enough.

I've waited 18 years to get
the hell out of that place.

Check 'em.

Okay, so you broke out.

What now?

Patient in there currently
fighting for every breath.

That your handiwork?

Hey. No littering.

Rapid Team,
fire and rescue's six minutes out.

You got to clear a path.

Push those guys back.

- So, what do we do?
- Don't know yet.

- Maybe they just want the ambulance?
- Why would they search us

if they're gonna
leave us behind?

There's two of us.

There's two of them.

- There's two...
- Cute kid.

Yours?

I'm guessing he lives with you
at 4995 South Bedford Street.

Hey, man. Hey, don't even...

Okay, so now that
we're all on the same page,

here's what's gonna happen next.

Warden isn't sure if the riot
was cover for the escape

or if the escapees just seized
on the opportunity.

So Buck and Eddie are
in an ambulance

with two convicts
and an injured guard.

Well, dispatch has tracked the
transponder on the ambulance.

It's been stationary
for a couple minutes.

I've got units
heading there right now.

What about Bobby
and the rest of the 118?

They're still inside the prison.

Looks like the blade
must've hit his splenic artery.

We can clamp it,
slow his blood loss.

We should give him something
for the pain first.

Top drawer.
One vial of morphine.

Stop. Don't sedate him.

- I need you to wake him up.
- What?

Look, you said
he's in security, right?

I need somebody who can tell me
about security protocols here.

Who has keys, what they open
and if we're safe in here.

I've been a doctor here
for a decade.

I can tell you there are
three keys to this room:

mine, the warden's
and the shift commander's.

We're perfectly safe.

The shift commander in the
Lexan booth who let us in here?

Yes, the security pod. Why?

Listen.

You hear that?

What is that?

If I had to
guess, I'd say that's

a bunch of guys trying
to break into the security pod.

I need reinforcements
to the security pod!

- There's no way they...
- Doc, I have been a firefighter

for nearly three decades,
and trust me when I say

there is not
a locked room anywhere

that the right tools and
enough time can't break open.

Now, please, wake him up.

Should be about half
a mile ahead... on the right.

Dispatch,
I'm not seeing anything

resembling an ambulance
on this road.

It has to be there.

You just passed it.

What?

I don't know what
you're seeing on your end.

Their transponder is pinging
to your location.

You should be on top
of them right now.

Yeah, about that.

Is he all right?

Other than choking
on his own blood?

Buck, hand me
the Yankauer suction tube.

Hey, just make sure
he doesn't die in here.

Suddenly, you care about the guy
you almost beat to death?

Hey, if I wanted this guy dead,
he'd be dead.

I kept him alive.

Now, you do the same.

Warden sent me
their inmate files.

We can't track 'em,
but maybe we can figure out

where they might've gone.

Dominic Gale.

He's not from here.

He got picked up
six years ago

on an out-of-state warrant for
a home invasion in Milwaukee.

Six years ago?

What's he still doing
in a California prison?

Uh, he killed a fellow prisoner
while awaiting extradition,

so we decided to hang on to him
until after he finishes his 20.

No local ties.
What about the other one?

Mitchell Trent... he's been
on death row for 18 years.

Uh, triple homicide.

Hmm. And a long-ass list
of prior offenses.

Yeah, dating back
to a sealed juvenile record.

No visitors, no pen pals.

Until last year.

According to this, he started
writing letters to his ex.

- An ex from 18 years ago?
- Mm-hmm.

Savanna Richards.
She testified at his trial.

She was the state's
key witness against him.

- She still local?
- She is.

We need to get her
into protection right now.

Do you really think
that he'd go through

all this trouble breaking out
just to settle an old score?

18 years is a long time to stew.

Maybe that pot
finally boiled over.

You, go around back.

If they are inside, I don't want
them making another escape.

- You, with me.
- Yes, ma'am.

LAPD. Anybody home?

Police department.

- You looking for Savanna?
- Yeah. We knocked.

She doesn't seem to be home.

She's barely here.

Usually doesn't get home
till late.

Do you know how I might find her?
It's important.

Uh, I have her contact.

Let me grab my phone.

Okay.

Let's get an unmarked unit here.

All right?
They can sit on the house

until our jailbirds
are back in their cage.

Also, I want a patrol doing laps
around this neighborhood

- looking for that ambulance.
- Yes, Sergeant.

Here you go.

- Much appreciated, ma'am. Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Savanna Richards?

This is Sergeant Athena Grant
with the LAPD.

Can you tell me
where you are right now?

Okay, okay. Vaughn.

Vaughn, can you hear me?

Can you hear me, Vaughn?
Okay, good. Okay.

I'm sorry about this,
and I don't know

how much you remember,
but I am with

the Los Angeles Fire Department.

There was a riot here.
We tried to put out a fire,

and we got stuck in here on our
way out. Do you understand me?

Yeah? Okay, good. Listen.

The guards lost control
of this cell block,

and I don't know
how much time we have in here

until the rioters
start coming for us.

And I need to get you
and my people

out of this infirmary.

Cap, he needs pain management.

You need to stop this.

Vaughn, is there any way
out of here

besides through that door?

Can we go through any air ducts
or tunnels or crawl spaces?

P-P-P...

The pod?

The security pod is under siege.

G-Gas.

Gas.

- Tear gas?
- I suppose we could try

to contact the guards, if there
are any real guards left,

and have them run up
to the HVAC,

but we turned it off
'cause of the smoke.

Are we even
sure tear gas would work?

Kind of feels like
it would just make everyone mad.

Nitrous oxide.

Laughing gas?

That'll make them less mad.

All right, Doc, draw me a map,
and I will turn the HVAC on,

and I'll go into
the dental office,

and I'll run what's ever
in there through the vents,

and we hope that works.

That sounds like a lot
of distance to cover, Cap.

I should go with you.

I-I can turn on the HVAC,
and you can

- get the gas.
- No, you're needed here.

Doc only has one hand,
and Vaughn could go south again.

I'll go.

I can do it.

You'll be a target.

Heroic firefighters might make
especially good ones.

What if he doesn't look
like a firefighter?

Doesn't look
like anything is broken,

but you probably won't have
normal range of motion

for at least a few weeks.

But tell me, Firefighter Wilson,
will I play piano again?

Did you before?

I didn't think
the joke was that bad.

Sorry.

You made me think
of a friend of mine.

It's the kind of joke he'd make.

He's a paramedic, too.

Well, if he's anywhere near
as sharp as you,

I have sorely underestimated

the skills of
the Los Angeles Fire Department.

Maybe I should've gone
into your line of work.

Well, thank you.

I was actually, uh, looking at
heading into your line of work.

Oh. Medical school?

What year?

Second.

Tough year.

He's bottoming out.
He's about to code.

The blood buildup from the clamp
must have burst the artery.

- What's the next step?
- Well, if we were in

an operating room...
Which we're not...

A surgeon would need to do
an end-to-end anastomosis.

Suture the artery to return
normal blood flow to his spleen.

Well, can you...

Not like this.
It's too involved.

You know the procedure.

Yeah, I-I've observed two.

- But I can't...
- Yes, you can.

I-I'm not a doctor. Not yet.

He doesn't need you
to be a doctor.

He needs you to be my hands.

He needs you to help me
save his life.

- What are you doing now?
- Intubating him.

Buck, hand me the bougie.
Long blue tube in the cabinet.

Almost there, Mitch.

Wait, you guys are serious?

- We're really going to a hospital?
- Thought that's what you wanted.

You're so concerned about
the health of your friend here.

Now you can walk him
through the front doors.

Doesn't look like
we have any company.

All right,
pretty boy stays with me.

Dom, you and the kid
take our friend inside.

Hand him off,
then you know what to do.

Hey, man, listen,
I don't know what you want,

but there is a hospital

- full of sick people...
-Just go,

or I'll shoot you.

Or better yet, I shoot him.

And then I find his kid
and I shoot him, too.

Buck.

Nice and steady.

Just like you've done it
a thousand times before.

Okay.

Where do we go?

Right this way.

Where the hell is everyone?

Hey, hey! Aah! Hey, hey, hey!

Come on, hey,
I-I'm a firefighter!

- Hands behind your back.
- Evan Buckley with the 118.

- Aah! Hey. Hey.
- Hey, come on!

- Ah-ah-ah!
- Buck? Buck.

Uh, hey. This one's good.

- Let him up. Let him go.
- You sure? Okay.

- On your feet.
- Sorry about that.

All right, let's go. You have
the right to remain silent.

- I suggest you use that right.
- Call it in?

- You good?

Yeah. How'd you know
we were coming here?

We figured out
why Mitchell broke out.

Where is he?
Where's Mitchell?

Still in the ambulance.

With Eddie.

Mitchell Trent, this is LAPD.

We have the area surrounded.
Put your weapons down

- and come out with your hands up.
- I got a hostage!

Don't come any closer!

How did they find us so fast?

Guess this wasn't part
of your 27-step breakout plan.

Shut up.

- I need a minute to think.
- Might want to think on the fact

that there's only one way
out of this ambulance.

Look, just give up.

You can live to escape
another day.

I ain't going nowhere.

Unless it's inside
that hospital.

Tac team is working on a plan
to take the ambulance.

Look, as soon as they make their
move, he is gonna shoot Eddie.

There's got to be a way to talk
him down, get him to surrender.

It's a little more complicated
than that, Buck.

Surrender is not
what Mitchell's after.

He came to see his son.

My son...

he's here, in the ICU.

Congenital heart failure.

Kid's been waiting
almost a year for a new heart.

So you're here to force
his way up the list at gunpoint.

No.

I'm here to give him mine.

I'm thirsty.

Don't drink it all, man.

This is a toast.

I told you they killed Mitchell.

Man, leave some.

Hey!

You!

Do I know you?

Let me see you.

Hey, hey!

Hey, get back here.
I'm talking to you.

I hope that's enough.

Okay.

Forceps are set on either side
of the ruptured area.

The patient has been sedated.

And the atraumatic needle
is prepped.

Remember,
simple continuous sutures,

just like they taught you
in home ec class.

I took shop.

Good, good.

Perfect.

Done.

Excellent, Dr. Wilson.

I told you I'm not a doctor.

Yet.

That'll be our little secret.

Hen, it's a go.

Copy that, Cap.

What's going on?
Was there another fire?

Think you're gonna need this.

- You guys okay?
- You tell me.

Did it work?

Okay, guys,
let's go. We got to move.

- I guess it did.
- Let's go.

On-call chaplain to ICU One.

On-call chaplain to ICU One.

This is Savanna Richards.

Mitchell's ex, Nolan's mom.

So Nolan is why he broke out?

Mitchell started
writing me letters last year,

saying that he wanted
to save his son.

I still don't know
how he found out about Nolan.

Wait, you mean
you didn't tell him?

The last time
that I saw Mitchell

was in a courtroom 18 years ago.

He tried to jump
the defense table to get me,

screaming he was gonna kill me
for betraying him.

I told him to rot in hell.

I didn't think there was
much to say after that.

Mitchell's been waging
a campaign to save Nolan.

He's contacted
the State Board of Prisoners,

the governor,
asking to be executed.

I thought we didn't
do that anymore.

Legally, it's complicated.

But he wants the state
to kill him

so he can donate his heart.

All of his requests were denied.

So he decided
to force the issue.

Mitchell still hasn't responded.

Does he need to respond?

We know what
his demands are, right?

He wants to donate
his heart to his kid.

Buck, that's not on the table.

It's not even on the menu.

State of California
doesn't allow

death row inmates
to donate their organs.

Come on,
that's just a technicality.

It's a law, Buck.

Prisoners have made petitions

to donate their kidneys,
pieces of their liver to family,

and every request to become
an organ donor has been denied.

Well, there-there's got to be
something else we can do.

Look, we're
still trying to talk to him,

give him a chance
to surrender peacefully.

And if he doesn't?

Then we take the ambulance.

Stop moving around.

Police see the ambulance moving,
they're gonna think

something's wrong,
and they'll breach.

So? I'm the one
they're gonna shoot.

Space this small,
not a lot of room for error.

Rather not get caught
in crossfire.

Hey, why can't you understand?

I'm trying to do
one good thing here.

You got bored in a cage,
and you wanted a way out.

No, I'm doing this for Nolan.

I'm trying to save his life.

He tell you
this is what he wants?

To get your heart
and live the rest of his life

knowing how much blood you shed
so he could have it?

You think that's
a feel-good ending for him?

What do you want me to do?
Go back to prison?

Sit there rotting in my cell
while my kid dies?

I want you to shut up.

And let me help you.

Bobby.

- Everyone okay?
- Everybody here is fine.

Just dropped off the injured
guard at the hospital.

How are Buck and Eddie doing?

Buck's fine. I'm standing
right here with him.

What about Eddie?

So, what was the plan
after you got into the hospital?

Dom was supposed to go in there,
confirm that Nolan was there.

Then he was gonna force
the doctors to do the transplant.

I die, Nolan lives.

Do you really think anyone
was gonna let that happen?

No, probably not,
but it was the only thing

I could come up with.

Turn yourself in.

Let them take you
into custody alive,

and we find another way
to save your son.

Like what?

Buck, the other guy,
his girlfriend's a reporter.

We have her do
a story on your son,

get the public behind Nolan,

pressure the governor
into letting you donate.

I don't want that for him.

People knowing
I'm his father.

When they sentenced me
to death,

the judge said I was
"the worst of the worst."

And he was right.

I was like my dad,
who was like his dad.

All of us in and out of prison
our whole lives

like it was the family business,
uh...

When I... when I found out
about Nolan, I was like, "Great.

I'll meet him when he shows up
in the cell next to me."

He's not like that, though.

He's a good kid.

Nothing like me at all.

So you think saving him,
what, redeems you?

No.

But...

me dying and him living

maybe makes the world
a better place.

Okay.

Go on, open up the door.
Let 'em know we're coming out.

You mean it?

Did you mean it?

What you said
about helping Nolan?

I'll fight for him as hard
as I'd fight for my own.

Good.

Yeah, I'm ready.

Okay, we're coming out.

Mitchell's ready
to surrender.

Hands up!

Okay, Mitchell.

Put down your gun.

Come on out.

They're coming out.

He's out. He's out.

- Show us your hands!
- Hands up.

Hold. Everybody hold.

Hold your positions.

One more promise from you.

What now?

When he asks about the donor,
he can never know it was me.

Drop the gun!

Eddie.

- Move!
- Let's go!

Move in! Move in!

Eddie! Eddie!

Eddie.

Get out! Get out!

Go grab a crash cart and help me
keep his heart pumping.

What are you doing?
What happened?

He shot himself.
Bullet hit his brain.

Go tell the hospital
they need a crash team out here.

They need to prep an OR.

Eddie, he's dead.

But his heart isn't,
and I need it to stay that way.

Go!

Okay! Move. Move.
Prep the OR! Come on!

I know you got other things
on your mind right now, but...

I'm-I'm so sorry
that he put you through that.

But that's Mitchell.

Couldn't do the right thing
to save his life.

I don't know
what I'm gonna tell Nolan.

About his father?

About me.

How do I explain ever being
with a man like Mitchell?

You loved him,
even if he wasn't worth loving.

But that's on Mitchell.

Whatever bad choices he made,
they're his.

You don't end up
with a man like Mitchell

without having made
a few bad choices of your own.

You helped put him away.

That was brave.

I did it for Nolan.

I never wanted him
to be touched by any of this.

Neither did Mitchell.

He was watching you for years,
from a distance.

He saw that Nolan
was a good kid.

Mitchell didn't want
to screw him up, too.

He said that?

Right before he...

The last thing he said...

"He can never know it was me."

That boy is going
to die without that heart.

And the father... or whatever
you want to call him...

Has made himself a donor.

Let's just let 'em
do the surgery,

figure the rest out later.

This is way above our pay grade.

We don't make the laws,
just enforce them.

Well, what exactly
does the law say?

"Death row inmates," right?

I know what you're thinking,
but there is no way, Athena.

The governor is never
going to pardon him

for a triple homicide,
not even posthumously.

What would he say
to a commutation?

"Run Cried the Crawling"
by Agnes Obel playing...

♪ Crawling ♪

♪ Down ♪

♪ From high hopes ♪

♪ To the ground ♪

♪ While trouble sings along ♪

♪ Baby, my heart and soul ♪

♪ A giant in the room ♪

♪ I guess I've never known ♪

♪ Someone like you. ♪

Hey.

Just did some checking
on our injured guards.

Both are in stable condition.

Dr. Cochran sends his regards.

Good news across the board.

But I don't think
I can wait around for any more.

Text me when the kid
gets out of surgery.

- Yeah.
- You headed home?

No. I have class in an hour.

After the day and night you had,
you're still going to class?

Yeah. Well...

if I want to be
a badass general surgeon,

I can't afford
to waste another minute.

General surgery?

Didn't know you'd decided
on a specialty.

I think I just figured it out.

How about that?

Oh.

It's done.

He made it through okay?

Yeah. They're, um... they're
wheeling him into recovery now.

Um...

I-I really can't
thank you all enough.

Not just for what you did
but, um,

for being here... with me.

Go be with your son.

Thank you.

I'm gonna go see mine.

I'm headed out, too.

I'll, uh, see you in 48 hours.

Miss you already.

All right, I'm going to head
to the station and clock out.

I'll see you at home?

- I might be here a little longer.
- Oh?

Dr. Hall to Transplant ICU.

Dr. Hall to Transplant ICU.

All right, understand
I love you,

but I will not
be waiting up for you.

I love you, too.

- All right.
- All right.

Everything okay?

Yeah, sure.

It's funny, after a shift
like the one we just had,

with all that danger
and commotion,

sometimes the hardest part is
going home by yourself,

being alone in all that quiet.

I guess so.

So, what do you say
we go someplace

where it's not so quiet?

Should be just in time

for the morning rush
at the coffee shop.

I don't want to talk
about yesterday, though.

That's okay.

We can just have breakfast
and not talk about it together.

What do you say?

- Okay.
- All right.

Um, tell him to call me later,
and maybe I'll answer.

Hey. You're up.

Okay.

- And you're safe.
- Yeah.

I was so worried.

I'm, uh...
I'm okay.

Just glad it's over.

The news wasn't clear about
what started the whole thing.

There were riots?

Yeah, orchestrated by this guy

who wanted to break out
and see his kid.

Are you serious?

- Yeah.
- So, did it work?

Did he get to see his kid?

No.

No, he, uh... he shot himself
before he made it inside.

Dad?

Yeah.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Just, um...

I'm really glad you're my kid.

You're weird, Dad.

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