9-1-1: Lone Star (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - Studs - full transcript
The crew races to a brawl at a male strip club, a fire at a bull semen factory and a protest; Grace tries to reconnect with Judd; Owen faces the consequences of his chemo.
MAN: Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait. Something's not right.
Is it getting hot in here?
Or is it just me?
(crowd cheering)
(Nelly's "Hot in Herre")
NELLY: ♪ Hot in ♪
♪ So hot in here ♪
♪ ♪
♪ So hot in ♪
♪ ♪
WOMAN: Whoo!
NELLY: ♪ Oh ♪
♪ ♪
♪ With a little bit of
uh, uh ♪
♪ And a little bit of
uh, uh ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Just a little bit of,
just a little bit of ♪
Swear to God,
if this chick hits me
with her "look-at-me" wand
one more time,
I'm gonna deck her.
-Or we could just leave.
-No way.
If I have to turn 30,
eight-pack abs are my present.
(crowd cheering)
EMCEE: Tiffany, it's time
to get up onstage
before you get hitched.
NELLY: ♪ And, uh,
I'm leaving ♪
-♪ Please believe in ♪
-Hey, we can't see!
NELLY: ♪ Me and the rest
of my heathens ♪
Y'all deaf, down in front?
NELLY: ♪ Penthouse,
rooftop, birds I'm feeding ♪
Back off.
It's her day.
Actually, it's my birthday.
Aww, happy birthday, Grandma.
NELLY: ♪ Dance floor,
it's getting hot in here ♪
(people shouting)
Cool off, bitch.
(gasps)
Oh, no, you don't.
Whoa.
All right, Paul, Marjan,
why don't you work the crowd,
see if you can treat
some of these people
to lighten the load
for medical.
-Probie!
-MATEO: Yes, sir?
Check the champagne room.
Always something bad
going on up there.
-How would you know that?
-That is not important.
Make a hole.
Make a hole.
(both whimpering)
Stop moving, bitch!
You have to let go of my hair!
Ladies, ladies,
you need to calm down,
and you gotta stay still.
I thought these crowns were
supposed to be
made out of plastic.
It's a tiara, not a crown,
and it's platinum.
I don't do plastic!
You are plastic.
Is this tiara woven
into your scalp?
Yes, I paid my stylist $285
to do it like
Princess Meghan.
-So yes!
-All right.
We're gonna have to cut
this out.
Shears.
No, no, no.
You can't cut my hair!
My wedding's in three days.
-(Cheyenne screams)
-(both whimpering)
-TK: Oh, God.
(Cheyenne screams)
-(Tiffany whimpers)
-(Cheyenne yelping)
(curious music)
How did this happen, exactly?
I tried to break up the fight,
and some crazy chick
blasted me with a glitter hose.
(Paul laughs)
Well, uh, lucky for you,
I have extensive
glitter removal training.
(chuckles)
It's gonna be a little cold,
okay?
(Josie laughs)
♪ ♪
Ready?
Here it comes.
Great.
You're doing great.
-(Josie winces)
-PAUL: Enough of that.
All right, we're gonna
open your eyes on three, okay?
-(Josie laughs)
-One, two, three.
♪ ♪
How do you feel?
Perfect.
That's great.
♪ ♪
Uh, um, amazing work, Captain.
Well, thank you, "Captain."
♪ ♪
(dramatic music)
♪ ♪
WOMAN (over PA):
Dr. Shriver to NICU.
Dr. Steven Shriver,
please report to NICU.
(machine beeping)
TK.
You need something?
I got peppermint oil
or, uh, saltines,
ginger chews, um, headphones...
You're freaking out.
I'm not freaking out.
I'm kind of freaking out.
(soft music playing)
-It's okay.
-(TK exhales heavily)
I was too the first time.
(indistinct chatter over PA)
Hey.
Thanks for being with me.
Of course.
I can't believe
you've been dealingwith everything on your own.
To juggle it with the job,
that's insane.
It's been a lot, but...
♪ ♪
Oof.
You nauseous?
I will be
when the advice starts.
Captain Strand, good to see ya.
How you doing?
All right.
Good to see ya.
This is TK, my boy.
Oh, so you finally came clean.
Good for you.
Howdy.
Wayne Gettinger.
Hi.
You got your pop's QB-1 looks.
(chuckles) Lucky boy.
Oh, hey, let's do
the left side today, Jan.
I wanna visit with my friends,
okay?
So TK, you local?
Uh, or are you just coming
to visit the old man?
We work together.
-Oh, you're a firefighter too?
-Yes, sir.
Boy, the trouble you must
get up to, huh?
(chuckles)
Austin, lock up your daughters.
(laughs)
Actually,
I play for the other team.
WAYNE: Oh.
"Lock up your sons" don't
sound quite right, does it?
Heh.
Aw, hell, I don't judge.
Important thing is,
we play when we can.
Ain't that right, Captain?
Huh?
'Cause Lord knows we don't get
out on the playing field much.
Uh, speak for yourself, Coach.
I get on the field plenty.
Oh, now, you don't have
to puff up for me.
I mean, there's no shame in it.
I have no idea what
you're talking about right now.
Wait. (sighs)
What are you talking about?
Well, the treatment
that we get here can...
(sighs)
Well, it can, uh...
make the "little soldier,"
let's say, um...
Take an extended furlough.
(laughs)
There's nothing wrong
with my little soldier.
Perfectly healthy and active.
It's a patriot...
and always ready
to stand at attention.
Yeah, may seem like that now,
but... (sighs)
Don't be too shocked
if a day comes real soon
and it turns out to be
a deserter.
Okay, I'll take
those headphones.
TK: Mm-hmm.
(mellow rock music)
SINGER: ♪ Yeah,
we'll make it somehow ♪
(birds chirping)
Judd is gonna be so upset
he missed you guys.
He had a shift, though.
Don't they always?
(chuckles)
How you two holding up, though?
(sighs)
We have good days and bad.
She misses her daddy.
-Yeah, we both do.
-GRACE: Mm.
(laughs)
It was so good--
so good--to see Judd back
with the 126.
How is he getting on
with that fancy new captain?
-Um...
-(both laugh)
It was a rough start,
but Captain Strand has been
very supportive.
That's good.
Good.
Yeah, and he forced Judd
into therapy.
-My goodness.
-Mm-hmm.
What's that like, I wonder?
It might be helping.
But, I mean,
though he's still not...
well, never mind.
-What?
-Mm-mm. No.
No, what?
Nothing.
No, it's--
it's definitely something.
(sighs)
(solemn music)
♪ ♪
He's just been distant.
♪ ♪
And, you know,
I'm trying to be patient,
but it's been a minute
since we were intimate.
So...how many minutes
are we talking about, exactly?
Since the accident.
♪ ♪
Four months' worth of minutes?
No, Grace.
No, you need to grab this bull
by the horns
and you need to fix this.
-I mean now.
-Okay.
Colleen, things cool down
in marriages, don't they?
Yeah, normally after
you have kids,
and at this rate,
you never will.
Hi.
MABEL: Here's your bracelet.
Thank you, sweet pea.
Oh, it's beautiful.
Is Aunt Grace
gonna ride a bull?
-No, no, no, no--
-If she knows
what's good for her, mm-hmm.
Okay, and this--
see, this grape juice
is not good for Mama.
Okay.
(rock music)
♪ ♪
Hi.
-JOSIE: Hey.
-Can I help you?
Yeah, I'm looking for Paul.
(calling) Strickland?
PAUL: Yo!
You got a visitor.
What?
♪ ♪
(bluesy music)
Hey.
Hey!
It's, uh--it's Josie, right?
You remembered.
Yeah.
Heh.
Yeah, you, um--
you never forget a lady's name
after you've flushed stripper
glitter out of her eyes.
(both laugh)
They're beautiful, by the way.
Your eyes.
♪ ♪
I mean, without all
the s-stripper glitter in 'em.
I hope you don't mind me
popping in like this.
I just wanted to thank you
for helping me
and my stupid friends.
(laughs)
Stupid friends are what keeps
the lights on around here.
(laughs)
Well, this is from Cooper's.
It is the best smoked brisket
on the planet.
Uh, you're not a vegan?
No, ma'am.
Meat eater.
Good.
You never know these days.
No, no, you do not.
(chuckles)
So thank you again.
Sure, yes.
Uh, and--and thank you.
Okay.
Oh, and let me know
what you think.
I left my number
inside the basket.
So you can just text me
or whatever.
No, yeah, I'll--I'll do that.
(mouthing)
PAUL: Thank you.
Yeah.
(laughs)
BOTH: Bye.
(quietly) Yeah, Paul!
You stud.
Pow, pow, pow.
(whispers)
Shut up, shut up, shut up.
(imitates dance music)
(snickers)
(T. Rex's "Get It On") (bluesy rock music)
♪ ♪
(sucks teeth)
Uh, I wouldn't use that one.
-What?
-I'm sorry.
It's--it's not my place.
BOLAN: ♪ Clad in black,
don't look back ♪
But that is just gonna
carpet bomb your pores
with humectants.
And the next stop is
breakout city,
and believe me,
I've been there.
I don't think I've ever heard
a man use
the word "humectants."
(chuckles) Well, skin care's
kind of my jam.
-Owen.
-Zoe.
BOLAN: ♪ You're dirty, sweet ♪
So help me out.
I need something
for these bags.
-You mean like a microscope?
-(forced laugh)
That's so sweet.
It's also a lie.
I was up two nights straight
grading midterms.
So...
Well, um, with your skin tone,
I wouldn't bother
with concealer.
I would go right to the spoons.
-Spoons?
-Yeah, spoons.
You know, you put a spoon
in the freezer overnight,
and in the morning,
you rub it here.
It reduces the fluid
under your eye,
and the cold takes away
the puffiness.
You look supple and fresh.
Does that really work?
Proof's in the pudding.
Would you believe
I'm coming off a 24-hour shift?
You're a doctor?
Firefighter.
So, wow.
You're perfect.
Well...
Why don't they make
straight ones like you?
-Um...
-BOLAN: ♪ Get it on ♪
♪ Bang a gong ♪
♪ Get it on ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Get it on ♪
♪ Bang a gong, get it on ♪
♪ ♪
(moans softly)
♪ Get it on ♪
♪ Bang a gong, get it on ♪
(dog barking distantly)
Wow, I don't even know
what to say.
You don't need to say anything.
It happens.
Not to me, it doesn't.
Do you really have to go?
Well, it's been, like,
three hours,
and I'm--I'm kind of starving.
You wanna maybe grab
a bite to eat with me?
Nah, I don't have
much of an appetite.
You're spiraling.
Oh, I'm spiraling.
Well, you really don't have to.
A--an occasional
failure to launch
doesn't mean anything.
It happens to every man.
It has literally never happened
to me.
All right, listen, I know
that men of a certain age,
it's common for you guys
to define your manhood
in very narrow terms.
Yeah, in the terms
of their manhood.
But that--that is not
an evolved paradigm.
The more rigidly you view it,
the more pressure you put
on yourself.
If you could avoid using
words like "rigid,"
that might be helpful.
(laughs)
Masculinity doesn't have
to be performative.
It's much more expansive
than that.
It's about how you--
how you approach life.
It's about how
you perceive yourself.
And to tell you the truth,
this kind of stuff gets fixed
usually if you just
relax and do nothing.
So what are you?
Are you, like, a sex therapist?
I'm a professor of psychology
with a focus
on human sexuality.
Glad you didn't tell me that
before.
That would have gotten
in my head.
(exhales sharply)
I'm sorry you're taking this
so hard.
Again, another word
you might wanna avoid.
Owen, I like you.
I do, okay?
I don't usually jump into bed
with a guy I met
at the beauty supply store
who I thought was gay.
And to be clear, I am not.
I really hope this isn't
the last time we meet.
Are you sure you don't wanna
grab a bite with me? I'm buying.
I think I gotta
take a rain check.
(quirky music)
♪ ♪
Masculinity is not a crime.
PROTESTORS:
Masculinity is not a crime!
Masculinity is not a crime.
This so-called "shelter" uses
taxpayer dollars
to commit fraud.
False accusations
of domestic violence
smears men
and destroys families.
You have to arrest them!
The women inside the shelter
have been traumatized enough.
I understand, ma'am.
If you could just stand back,
we'd appreciate it.
(crowd shouting)
Masculinity is not a crime.
Sir, I'm gonna need you to put
down the bullhorn, please.
-We're not breaking any laws.
-No one said you did.
We just need to have a look
at your permit.
-My what?
-Your permit to assemble.
It's called the Bill of Rights.
Actually, it's called
an L7-B parade permit.
This is bull crap.
-CARLOS: Sir--
-Masculinity is not a crime.
Sir, I'm asking you kindly
to disperse--
Ow!
Don't touch me.
-I know my rights.
-I get that, b--
Ow!
(tense music)
-Who threw that bottle?
-(crowd shouting)
-MCCOY: Back up. Back up.
-Sir? Sir?
Everybody, back up! Back up!
Dispatch,
we need an EMS response
at 2400th block of Goya.
Patient was struck with bottle,
appears to be having a seizure.
(dramatic music)
(sirens wailing)
What are we walking into here?
Dispatch said something
about a riot.
Protest.
It's a women's shelter.
What are they protesting?
Women.
They're incels.
Involuntary celibates.
That's a thing?
We used to just call them
"losers."
Prince Charming here
took a bottle to the head,
was out for a minute or two,
but he has woken up
in rare form.
MICHELLE: Check his ABCs
and get his vitals.
Lady coworker. Lady boss.
You stink like estrogen, bro.
You stink like garlic,
so I guess we're even, bro.
His pupil response is good.
He's tachycardiac,
and I'm detecting
Cheyne-Stokes respiration.
Let's get him on the board
and load him up.
Ow!
CARLOS:
He did the exact same thing
when I barely touched him
earlier.
Sir, do you
have any
medical conditions we should know about?
I have CPPD.
You heard him.
Be gentle.
CPPD?
Painful crystal deposits
on the joints.
It's like severe arthritis.
(groaning)
Toxic inside and out.
CRAIG:
Masculinity's not a crime.
PROTESTORS:
Masculinity is not a crime!
What'd this guy eat
for lunch, a clove of garlic?
We should administer
a breath mint.
-(oxygen hissing)
-(slurring) I heard that.
What's your name?
I'm gonna report you.
(mumbles)
BP's dropping.
Not detecting respiration.
Start CPR.
I'll ready the paddles.
(electricity buzzes)
-Clear.
-(machine beeps)
(exhales deeply)
Jeez, man what a stink.
God.
(exhales deeply)
♪ ♪
MICHELLE: Gillian?
I don't think that's garlic.
Tim!
Tim, pull over!
-(tires screech)
-(objects crashing)
♪ ♪
(suspenseful music)(sirens wailing)
(horn honks)
What do you got?
Blake and her team are
stuck in there.
There's some toxic fumes,
couldn't get 'em out.
He almost passed out.
I don't know why.
Captain Blake?
Yeah, she's in there
with her team
and a patient they were
trying to transport.
PD got here first,
but they couldn't get
close enough
to pull anybody out 'cause
they got hit with toxic fumes
and it knocked them
off their feet.
♪ ♪
All right, hazmat protocols,
everybody.
BAs go on and stay on.
Marjan, get the detector.
Mateo, TK, get
the extraction equipment.
-Officer Reyes...
-Yes, sir?
-Clear those people out now.
-Yes, sir.
(ominous music)
♪ ♪
OWEN: Looks like
they're still breathing.
JUDD: What do you think,
it's carbon monoxide?
MARJAN:
It's not detecting any CO.
♪ ♪
(detector squeaking)
Some kind of sulfate, 500 PPM.
JUDD: Where's it coming from?
I think it's coming from him.
-(detector squeaks)
-It is.
All right, everybody,
let's secure this patient
and get her out of there.
Captain...
I'd appreciate if you start
with my team first.
He won't mind.
He's dead.
♪ ♪
(car horn honks,
traffic buzzes) (machine beeps)
-(monitor beeping)
-(knocks)
CARLOS:
Hey, chica.
Can I come in?
You better.
Doctors said that they were
gonna keep you here
for a few days for observation.
Oh, great.
So I brought you some clothes,
a couple Harry Potters,
and some peanut butter M&Ms.
(gasps)
My hero.
(chuckles)
They're saying
they still don't know
what caused your guy
to become a human WMD.
I think I might.
Me.
The signs were
in front of me the whole time.
Some arthritis medicines are
sulfide-based.They have a sort
of a garlicky smell.
When we put him on O2
and used the defibrillators,
we must have triggered some
sort of a chemical reaction
that converted the sulfides
to sulfates.
And--and basically,
I created a poison cloud
inside of the guy.
How were you supposed to know
any of that?
Because it's my job to.
(somber music)
I've been so wrong
about so many things.
I can't start to be wrong
on the job too.
♪ ♪
Why do I feel like
we're not talking
about toxic guy anymore?
Is this about Iris?
♪ ♪
She was going through
something, Carlos, and...
I couldn't see it.
Or I chose not to.
♪ ♪
My sister had secrets.
♪ ♪
I found this in my mom's shed
the night of the tornado.
The blue pickup truck.
A blue pickup truck.
I don't recognize
any of those faces.
♪ ♪
But maybe it's
something to go on.
I'll look into it.
WOMAN (over PA):
Paging Dr. Bender.
Paging Dr. Bender.
Thank you.
(phone dinging)
(upbeat rock music)
Hey, Paul,
your phone's blowing up.
It's that Josie girl.
She's got it bad.
Never peep another man's phone,
Probie.
So you're just gonna ghost her?
Wait, I'm confused.
She's hot, single,
and she's into you.
It's like she's just waiting
for you to ask.
Why don't you?
-That's a fair question.
-Look, we're texting.
And she's cool.
Like, extremely cool.
Like, almost
too-good-to-be-true cool.
So why wouldn't you
ask her out?
Well, maybe I wanna enjoy
the fantasy of what could be
before reality inevitably finds
a way to disappoint.
That's grim.
Yeah,
that's easy for you to say,
Mr. Charmed Existence.
When was the last time
you tasted
stone-cold rejection?
-(weights bang)
-(clears throat)
116 days ago...
when I asked my soul mate
to marry me,
and he moved in
with his trainer instead.
That's rough.
-I'm sorry.
-Damn, bro.
Damn, bro.
Yeah, that was not my best day.
But everybody gets kicked
in the head.
You gotta get up and try again.
And also, the lady
hand-delivered you a brisket.
I'm pretty sure
that's a guaranteed yes.
One, two, three.
(grunts)
Yeah, maybe for the first date.
The scary part is
landing that second one.
MATEO: I mean, you're cool,
ripped,
and a firefighter.
I mean, in my experience,
everybody wants seconds
of that.
Well, I appreciate that,
Probie,
but things are a little bit
more complicated for me.
'Cause you don't know
how she'll react
when she finds out
that you're trans.
Yeah, I usually meet women
on dating apps.
You know, everything's
in the profile, no surprises.
So get it out there.
Just tell her.
PAUL:
Oh, now that's the risky part.
When it comes to sharing
something that personal,
kind of gotta go by
the rule of threes.
Oh, like famous people,
how they always die in threes.
No, man.
No.
I gotta assume that for every
one person that I've told,
I've actually told three,
because people can't help
but to tell somebody else.
Straight, gay, bi, trans...
dating sucks, all right?
There's no way around it.
So take her out,
analyze the risk,
and if it feels safe,
take the leap.
SINGER: ♪ Been so long ♪
Hey, something smells good.
(romantic music)
Well, welcome home, husband.
JUDD: Look at you.
Mmm-mmm!
What's today?
-It's Monday.
-JUDD: Uh-huh.
Am I forgetting something?
Yeah, your manners.
You're not gonna say anything
about this new dress?
-Oh, yeah.
-(laughs)
Look, hey, whatever it costs,
-it was worth every penny.
-Mm-hmm.
-For you.
-Roast on Monday.
That's a treat.
You got twice-baked potato.
With chives and real bacon.
You know, Mrs. Ryder,
if I didn't know any better,
uh, I'd think you was trying
to seduce me.
♪ ♪
Are you--are you serious?
(scoffs)
Well, I had to do something
to get your attention, Judd.
I'm not gonna meet you
at the door
dressed in cellophane.
Now I'm just trying
to picture that.
Please don't.
♪ ♪
-Hey.
-(dishes clinking)
Wha--why you mad?
-I'm not mad.
-No, you're mad.
No. I am frustrated, though.
And I'm hurt.
You're hurt.
-Well, what'd I do?
-It's not what you did, Judd.
It's what you don't do.
You don't look at me.
You never touch me.
-Look--
-No, let me finish.
When we first got married,
sweetheart,
you couldn't keep your hands
off of me.
We couldn't keep our hands
off of each other...
♪ ♪
Even after a 24-hour shift.
Especially after
a 24-hour shift.
Do you even know how long
it's been
since we've been intimate?
Of course I know
how long it's been.
You wanna throw it in my face?
I'm not throwing anything
in your face.
You know everything
that I'm going through.
(stammers)
Yeah, I'm so...
just out of sorts
with my own feelings, you know?
It ain't about you.
And that's the problem.
It's never about me.
And maybe it should be, Judd,
at least some of the time.
I have needs too,
even if you don't
feel up to it.
Grace...hang on.
No, this dress is coming off.
It's itchy.
♪ ♪
(engine revving)
ANDY: $15,000?
That's highway robbery.
I'm sorry,
but that is the price.
It wasn't the price
the last time
I brought Jericho in here
to sell you a batch.
Not to be cruel, Andy,
but the last timeyou had Jericho in here,
that bull was alive
and kickin'.
Now that he's passed,
his stuff is worth
a good deal more.
Lookit, he's moved already
to the top shelf.
ANDY:
Still can't believe he's gone.
DEREK:
Jericho was one premium stud.
Please, Mr. Poole.
$10,000 for one straw.
It's all I got.
I'm sorry, Andy, I can't go
a dime below 15 for a straw.
Simple case of supply
and demand.
Now that the supply is gone,
the demand for the seed
of a championship bull
like Jericho would be
through the roof.
Jericho wasn't just livestock
to me.
I--I raised him up
from a calf.
He had soul.
The love you feel for that
animal is touching, son.
But I did not get to be
the top stud supplier
in the lower 48 by making
emotion-based decisions.
Now you head on out of here.
Have yourself a nice night.
(exhales deeply)
(dog barking)
(dramatic music)
(dogs barking)
♪ ♪
Only thing you have to do is
make you get
Bill Anderson's order ready
to go out before--
(worker stammers in shock)
We got fire!
Harley,
get the fire extinguisher!
Go!
Andy!
♪ ♪
(sirens wailing)
(suspenseful music)
♪ ♪
Dispatch, tell medical we have
civilians on scene
and prep for minor injuries.
GRACE (over radio):
Copy that, 126.
EMS is en route.
(explosion booms)
TK: Hey, whoa.
All right, everyone, fall back!
-Fall back!
-(cracking, booming)
♪ ♪
(echoing) Fall back!
Fall back!
OWEN: Judd!
Whoa, whoa, Judd.
All right, there.
Take a breath, Judd.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm good.
Good to go.
Take cover!
(booming continues)
Dispatch, we have explosions
and steel cans raining down
on us.
What exactly do they store
in this facility?
It's a breeding facility,
Captain.
Ranchers take their cows there
to be artificially inseminated.
So my guess is bull stuff.
-Bull stuff?
-MATEO: Get down!
(booms)
Yeah, they freeze the deposits
in liquid nitrogen.
With all the heat, the gas
inside must be expanding.
So...
What the hell are those things?
Hot loads of bull stuff.
(laughs)
Oh, hey, welcome to Texas!
(laughs)
GRACE: Captain,
the owner of the facility,
he said there's a visitor stuck
in the storage room.
Roger that.
Captain, no!
♪ ♪
All right.
We got somebody trapped
in there.
TK, Marjan, Paul,
get on those lines now!
Mateo, you're their spotter.
-Their spotter, sir?
-Yes!
-There's another one!
-Just like that.
Hey!
-You good to go?
-Hell yeah, I'm good to go.
(laughing)
You think it's funny?
I mean, yeah, don't you?
I'm just trying to picture
my obituary.
(tense music)
♪ ♪
OWEN: All right,
we're in the main building.
Captain, be advised.
I'm told the man
you're looking for
likely started the fire.
You have any idea
where we should be looking?
"Last seen in the storage room,
rear of the facility,
southwest side."
Roger that.
We're headed in.
JUDD: He's not over here, Cap.
(dramatic music)
These things are flying
all over the place!
-(booms)
-OWEN: Whoa, watch out.
(clangs, thudding)
JUDD: He's not over here, Cap.
(glass shatters)
(ominous music)
(booms, crashes)
(glass shatters)
♪ ♪
OWEN: There he is.
He's over there.
He must have passed out
because of the smoke.
All right, Judd,
we gotta get him up.
Take cover!
-(glass shatters)
-(firefighter shouts order)
(booming)
(glass shatters)
(thuds)
OWEN:
All right, deep breaths.
Calm down.
Calm down.
We're here to get you out.
-ANDY: I can't leave him.
-JUDD: Hey, hey, hey, Cap.
ANDY: Jericho!
-JUDD: Cap!
ANDY: No, no, no! I can't leave
without my canister.
-OWEN: Get him out of here!
-JUDD: Come on!
ANDY: Jericho!
OWEN: We don't have time.
We gotta get you out of here.
ANDY: Jericho!
No, no, no.
You don't understand.
I've just gotta grab that can.
Jericho!
(flames roar)
JUDD: All right, there, buddy.
Come over here and have a seat.
Should have left me
in there.
I'm sorry, partner,
but nobody dies today.
-(booms)
-Incoming!
♪ ♪
(booms)
That's gotta be Jericho.
He always had
the most powerful stuff.
Apparently so.
(laughing)
♪ ♪
Okay, looks like your ultrasound came back
negative
and your testosterone levels
are perfect.
Good.
Good.
So it--it's--
it's not the chemo?
No, it definitely could be
the chemo
or it could be psychological
or it could be just
one of those things.
"One of those things"?
Doc, this is
thething.
I--I really need your help.
Well, problem is,
with your cancer treatments,
I can't prescribe
the traditional ED pills.
I am not leaving here
without a solution.
Well, in that case,
I do have something
that might fix your problem.
But I have to warn you,
it's not for
the faint of heart.
Doc,
I put out fires for a living.
Try me.
Okay.
Full disclosure, I am
on the board of the company,
but it's a miracle drug.
And it's a local application,
so it shouldn't interact
with other medications
in your system.
-It's called Phalluxis.
-Sign me up.
Uh, how exactly
do you administer that?
Now, I know it looks scary,
but I'll walk you through it.
Now when the mood is right,
what you wanna do is
swab down the unit like so
with an alcohol pad.
Trust me, you don't want
an infection down there.
Uh, no, I really don't.
Then you just take this,
draw it up--uh-huh--then,
turn the unit to the side...
(syringe clicks)
And inject it
just above the base,
empty the plunger,
and then just hold it firm,
steady pressure for a good
four or five minutes.
-Four or five minutes.
-DR. GRAY: Yep.
Oh, and make sure you don't
squeeze it funny or sideways,
because you run
the risk of curvature.
(curious music)
Curvature?
Yeah, believe me,
that is a bad scene.
And if you experience
severe pain
or uncontrolled bleeding,
call 9-1-1.
Oh, that would go over well.
(pins clatter)
-PAUL: Really?
-Oh!
-Thank you, thank you.
-And Josie strikes again.
(laughs)
It was just lucky.
-It was just my lucky day.
-Yeah, okay.
You know, this was supposed
to be a date, not a hustle.
(Josie laughs)
But it's the fourth frame.
You still got time
to catch up.
-Stop whining.
-Oh, okay.
-(pins clatter)
-Maybe.
(Hopeton Lewis'
"Take it Easy")
LEWIS: ♪ No slipping,
no sliding ♪
Oh.
Uh...
The smirk is unnecessary.
I did not smirk.
-You totally smirked.
-How did you notice?
-(laughing)
-I--I notice all.
I thought that bowling was
a Midwest staple
'cause y'all can't go outside
for half the year.
Okay, maybe I wasted my winters
boxing
instead of hitting the lanes,
huh?
Oh.
LEWIS: ♪ No need to hurry ♪
JOSIE: Okay,
so then you have footwork.
That we can work with.
PAUL: Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
All right, here we go.
Let's go, come on.
JOSIE:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
May I?
Buy a guy a drink first.
Rude.
-Let's back it up.
-All right, okay.
-Back, back it up.
-So we going...
-Back it up.
-Mm-hmm.
Start here.
We're gonna take four steps,
starting with the right.
We're gonna end
with a slide step on the left
that drops this right hip down,
all right?
-JOSIE: You ready?
-PAUL: Uh-huh.
So I go one...
BOTH: Two, three...
four--slide step.
-Slide step.
-Yep.
Then release your thumb
as the ball goes by
your right knee.
The spin will take care
of itself.
♪ ♪
All right.
LEWIS: ♪ Take it easy,
take it easy ♪
Here we go.
LEWIS: ♪ No need to hurry ♪
♪ ♪
Ooh...
LEWIS: ♪ Take your time,
take your time ♪
(both cheer, laugh)
-JOSIE: Yes!
-PAUL: Hey!
You are one hell
of a teacher, Josie.
-(laughs)
-Look at that.
You really don't mind,
do you?
-What?
-Getting your butt whupped
by a girl.
(clicks tongue)
Actually, I kind of love it.
(laughs)
Ugh, my last boyfriend couldn't
stand it.
Well, he sounds like an idiot.
He was always ragging on me
for being such a tomboy,
but you can't help who you are,
right?
LEWIS: ♪ Take your time,
take your time ♪
-♪ Take your time ♪
-Believe me, I know.
-LEWIS: ♪ No need to hurry ♪
-Slide step.
-LEWIS: ♪ No, no, no ♪
-(pins clatter)
I'm starting to regret
cleaning all that glitter
-out of your eyes.
-Mm-hmm.
Okay,
you being blind might have
evened the playing field
a little.
You keep telling yourself that,
Paul.
Okay.
So you think you a savage?
-"Think"?
-Okay, you know what?
Next time, we're doing
mini golf, all right?
Because Tiger Woods ain't got
nothing on me
when it comes to putting
into a clown head.
Okay, you are on.
(laughs)
You know, you're not like
most of the guys around here.
You know, tonight was
the most fun I've had
since I got to Austin.
Well, tonight does not
have to be over.
(romantic music)
Um, you know, there's something
we haven't talked about yet,
Josie.
♪ ♪
SINGER: ♪ Love is the ocean ♪
-Judd?
-JUDD: Welcome home, wife.
Hang on.
Let me get that for ya.
(soft music)
There we go.
-Come on, come on.
-What...is this?
Is that
osso bucco ?
Uh, yes, ma'am.
I believe it is.
Judd, you hate
osso bucco.
It ain't always about me.
♪ ♪
Judd...
Hey, hang on.
Come here.
♪ ♪
Grace,
you are the one thing
in this world
that I can't live without.
And, um, the idea that I would
make you doubt that,
even for a minute, is a crime.
'Cause I don't just want you.
I need you.
♪ ♪
Well, you got me, fool.
I mean, you can call me names
if you want to.
-I can take it.
-(laughs)
I can.
Tried to outdo me, huh?
Mm-hmm.
♪ ♪
(laughs)
(groans)
Whoops.
(both laugh)
-JUDD: Uh-oh.
-GRACE: Mm-hmm.
-Mm-hmm.
-Well, you know the food's
-gonna get cold.
-Well, I hate osso bucco.
I know you do.
(laughs)
BOTH: I love you.
(machine whirring)
Hey.
What's up?
Want me to make you a coffee?
-Thanks.
-Espresso?
Sure.
Here you go.
-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.
(sips)
How is it?
You mean, how was it?
Yeah, well, I mean,
I--I didn't wanna ask, but...
-We bowled.
-You bowled.
We bowled, and I got a 54.
Nice, man.
No, that is actually terrible.
Sorry, I--I don't know
anything about bowling.
Well, apparently,
little kids bowled in the 60s.
-So...
-Oh, well, then you should be
very ashamed of yourself.
I'm guessing it went well.
(soft, tense music)
♪ ♪
I am so embarrassed
at how I reacted last night.
I owe you an apology.
You don't owe me anything,
Josie.
I couldn't sleep last night.
I can't stop thinking
about you.
I really like you, Paul.
You mean "liked."
No, I mean "like."
Present tense.
(chuckles)
You're thoughtful and charming,
and sexy as hell.
You're literally
the man of my dreams.
But only in your dreams, huh?
(sighs)
I guess I'm just
not
as evolved as I thought I was.
I'm not a terrible person.
I know you're not.
I really do like you.
I just don't think
that this is something
I can get past.
I'm sorry.
♪ ♪
It was nice to meet you,
Paul Strickland.
Nice to meet you too, Josie.
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter over PA)
Mmm!
Mmm.
This uni is
melt-in-your mouth.
(utensils clatter)
I didn't know Texas could do
sushi like this.
We
ll, technically,
the chef is from Okinawa,
but I'm glad you dig it.
And sake.
So floral and airy.
You ever had days
where food just tastes better?
Okay, I think I know
what's going on here.
Somebody got a visit
from the boner fairy.
Oh, no, no,
not--not by a long shot.
Then are you on drugs?
Uh, not those kinds.
So what happened?
(mellow pop music playing)
I was about to inject
my "little buddy"
with a very large needle.
Oh, God.
And I realized you were right.
I was putting way too much
pressure on the situation.
Well, it sounds like
you've had some
significant growth
over the past 48 hours.
Should I rephrase that?
(laughs)
No, no, no.
I'm good.
I'm good.
I'm zen.
And I have to say,
I'm kind of loving it.
Great.
Buckle up, because this
ahi's
gonna blow your mind.
Do you wanna know
a brain trick?
When
you cut off one sense,
you intensify the other ones.
So close your eyes...
and open your mouth.
♪ ♪
Mmm.
Mmm-mmm.
Mmm.
Mm.
(smacks lips)
Is it true
that sushi is an aphrodisiac?
It's--yeah, it's been said.
But it couldn't have...
kicked in this quickly,
could it have?
(gasps) Oh.
You mean...
-Oh, yeah.
-No kidding?
Yes. I think we should
get our food to go.
Sushi doesn't travel well.
Screw it.
Check!
SINGER: ♪ Go to sleep ♪
♪ Underneath your cover ♪
(indistinct chatter)
(dramatic music)
Hey, guys.
What's going on?
-Waiting on you.
-PAUL: Me?
Why?
'Cause you're coming out
with us tonight.
-No.
-TK: I'm serious, Paul.
We're not taking no
for an answer.
Okay, we're not going bowling,
though, are we?
(chuckles) No.
♪ ♪
So, uh, I guess he told you
about me.
What, that you're straight?
Yeah.
I don't judge.
(Corona's
"The Rhythm of the Night")
JENNY B.:
♪ This is the rhythm ♪
♪ Of the night, the night ♪
♪ The night ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ The rhythm of the night ♪
(vocalizations
and building electronic beat)
♪ This is the rhythm ♪
PAUL: Y'all sure
we're still in Texas?
TK: Mm-hmm.
I wouldn't stereotype
if I were you, man.
(laughs)
Good point.
Keep Austin weird, baby.
JENNY B.: ♪ This is the rhythm
of the night ♪
♪ The night ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ The rhythm of the night ♪
♪ This is the rhythm
of the night ♪
wait, wait. Something's not right.
Is it getting hot in here?
Or is it just me?
(crowd cheering)
(Nelly's "Hot in Herre")
NELLY: ♪ Hot in ♪
♪ So hot in here ♪
♪ ♪
♪ So hot in ♪
♪ ♪
WOMAN: Whoo!
NELLY: ♪ Oh ♪
♪ ♪
♪ With a little bit of
uh, uh ♪
♪ And a little bit of
uh, uh ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Just a little bit of,
just a little bit of ♪
Swear to God,
if this chick hits me
with her "look-at-me" wand
one more time,
I'm gonna deck her.
-Or we could just leave.
-No way.
If I have to turn 30,
eight-pack abs are my present.
(crowd cheering)
EMCEE: Tiffany, it's time
to get up onstage
before you get hitched.
NELLY: ♪ And, uh,
I'm leaving ♪
-♪ Please believe in ♪
-Hey, we can't see!
NELLY: ♪ Me and the rest
of my heathens ♪
Y'all deaf, down in front?
NELLY: ♪ Penthouse,
rooftop, birds I'm feeding ♪
Back off.
It's her day.
Actually, it's my birthday.
Aww, happy birthday, Grandma.
NELLY: ♪ Dance floor,
it's getting hot in here ♪
(people shouting)
Cool off, bitch.
(gasps)
Oh, no, you don't.
Whoa.
All right, Paul, Marjan,
why don't you work the crowd,
see if you can treat
some of these people
to lighten the load
for medical.
-Probie!
-MATEO: Yes, sir?
Check the champagne room.
Always something bad
going on up there.
-How would you know that?
-That is not important.
Make a hole.
Make a hole.
(both whimpering)
Stop moving, bitch!
You have to let go of my hair!
Ladies, ladies,
you need to calm down,
and you gotta stay still.
I thought these crowns were
supposed to be
made out of plastic.
It's a tiara, not a crown,
and it's platinum.
I don't do plastic!
You are plastic.
Is this tiara woven
into your scalp?
Yes, I paid my stylist $285
to do it like
Princess Meghan.
-So yes!
-All right.
We're gonna have to cut
this out.
Shears.
No, no, no.
You can't cut my hair!
My wedding's in three days.
-(Cheyenne screams)
-(both whimpering)
-TK: Oh, God.
(Cheyenne screams)
-(Tiffany whimpers)
-(Cheyenne yelping)
(curious music)
How did this happen, exactly?
I tried to break up the fight,
and some crazy chick
blasted me with a glitter hose.
(Paul laughs)
Well, uh, lucky for you,
I have extensive
glitter removal training.
(chuckles)
It's gonna be a little cold,
okay?
(Josie laughs)
♪ ♪
Ready?
Here it comes.
Great.
You're doing great.
-(Josie winces)
-PAUL: Enough of that.
All right, we're gonna
open your eyes on three, okay?
-(Josie laughs)
-One, two, three.
♪ ♪
How do you feel?
Perfect.
That's great.
♪ ♪
Uh, um, amazing work, Captain.
Well, thank you, "Captain."
♪ ♪
(dramatic music)
♪ ♪
WOMAN (over PA):
Dr. Shriver to NICU.
Dr. Steven Shriver,
please report to NICU.
(machine beeping)
TK.
You need something?
I got peppermint oil
or, uh, saltines,
ginger chews, um, headphones...
You're freaking out.
I'm not freaking out.
I'm kind of freaking out.
(soft music playing)
-It's okay.
-(TK exhales heavily)
I was too the first time.
(indistinct chatter over PA)
Hey.
Thanks for being with me.
Of course.
I can't believe
you've been dealingwith everything on your own.
To juggle it with the job,
that's insane.
It's been a lot, but...
♪ ♪
Oof.
You nauseous?
I will be
when the advice starts.
Captain Strand, good to see ya.
How you doing?
All right.
Good to see ya.
This is TK, my boy.
Oh, so you finally came clean.
Good for you.
Howdy.
Wayne Gettinger.
Hi.
You got your pop's QB-1 looks.
(chuckles) Lucky boy.
Oh, hey, let's do
the left side today, Jan.
I wanna visit with my friends,
okay?
So TK, you local?
Uh, or are you just coming
to visit the old man?
We work together.
-Oh, you're a firefighter too?
-Yes, sir.
Boy, the trouble you must
get up to, huh?
(chuckles)
Austin, lock up your daughters.
(laughs)
Actually,
I play for the other team.
WAYNE: Oh.
"Lock up your sons" don't
sound quite right, does it?
Heh.
Aw, hell, I don't judge.
Important thing is,
we play when we can.
Ain't that right, Captain?
Huh?
'Cause Lord knows we don't get
out on the playing field much.
Uh, speak for yourself, Coach.
I get on the field plenty.
Oh, now, you don't have
to puff up for me.
I mean, there's no shame in it.
I have no idea what
you're talking about right now.
Wait. (sighs)
What are you talking about?
Well, the treatment
that we get here can...
(sighs)
Well, it can, uh...
make the "little soldier,"
let's say, um...
Take an extended furlough.
(laughs)
There's nothing wrong
with my little soldier.
Perfectly healthy and active.
It's a patriot...
and always ready
to stand at attention.
Yeah, may seem like that now,
but... (sighs)
Don't be too shocked
if a day comes real soon
and it turns out to be
a deserter.
Okay, I'll take
those headphones.
TK: Mm-hmm.
(mellow rock music)
SINGER: ♪ Yeah,
we'll make it somehow ♪
(birds chirping)
Judd is gonna be so upset
he missed you guys.
He had a shift, though.
Don't they always?
(chuckles)
How you two holding up, though?
(sighs)
We have good days and bad.
She misses her daddy.
-Yeah, we both do.
-GRACE: Mm.
(laughs)
It was so good--
so good--to see Judd back
with the 126.
How is he getting on
with that fancy new captain?
-Um...
-(both laugh)
It was a rough start,
but Captain Strand has been
very supportive.
That's good.
Good.
Yeah, and he forced Judd
into therapy.
-My goodness.
-Mm-hmm.
What's that like, I wonder?
It might be helping.
But, I mean,
though he's still not...
well, never mind.
-What?
-Mm-mm. No.
No, what?
Nothing.
No, it's--
it's definitely something.
(sighs)
(solemn music)
♪ ♪
He's just been distant.
♪ ♪
And, you know,
I'm trying to be patient,
but it's been a minute
since we were intimate.
So...how many minutes
are we talking about, exactly?
Since the accident.
♪ ♪
Four months' worth of minutes?
No, Grace.
No, you need to grab this bull
by the horns
and you need to fix this.
-I mean now.
-Okay.
Colleen, things cool down
in marriages, don't they?
Yeah, normally after
you have kids,
and at this rate,
you never will.
Hi.
MABEL: Here's your bracelet.
Thank you, sweet pea.
Oh, it's beautiful.
Is Aunt Grace
gonna ride a bull?
-No, no, no, no--
-If she knows
what's good for her, mm-hmm.
Okay, and this--
see, this grape juice
is not good for Mama.
Okay.
(rock music)
♪ ♪
Hi.
-JOSIE: Hey.
-Can I help you?
Yeah, I'm looking for Paul.
(calling) Strickland?
PAUL: Yo!
You got a visitor.
What?
♪ ♪
(bluesy music)
Hey.
Hey!
It's, uh--it's Josie, right?
You remembered.
Yeah.
Heh.
Yeah, you, um--
you never forget a lady's name
after you've flushed stripper
glitter out of her eyes.
(both laugh)
They're beautiful, by the way.
Your eyes.
♪ ♪
I mean, without all
the s-stripper glitter in 'em.
I hope you don't mind me
popping in like this.
I just wanted to thank you
for helping me
and my stupid friends.
(laughs)
Stupid friends are what keeps
the lights on around here.
(laughs)
Well, this is from Cooper's.
It is the best smoked brisket
on the planet.
Uh, you're not a vegan?
No, ma'am.
Meat eater.
Good.
You never know these days.
No, no, you do not.
(chuckles)
So thank you again.
Sure, yes.
Uh, and--and thank you.
Okay.
Oh, and let me know
what you think.
I left my number
inside the basket.
So you can just text me
or whatever.
No, yeah, I'll--I'll do that.
(mouthing)
PAUL: Thank you.
Yeah.
(laughs)
BOTH: Bye.
(quietly) Yeah, Paul!
You stud.
Pow, pow, pow.
(whispers)
Shut up, shut up, shut up.
(imitates dance music)
(snickers)
(T. Rex's "Get It On") (bluesy rock music)
♪ ♪
(sucks teeth)
Uh, I wouldn't use that one.
-What?
-I'm sorry.
It's--it's not my place.
BOLAN: ♪ Clad in black,
don't look back ♪
But that is just gonna
carpet bomb your pores
with humectants.
And the next stop is
breakout city,
and believe me,
I've been there.
I don't think I've ever heard
a man use
the word "humectants."
(chuckles) Well, skin care's
kind of my jam.
-Owen.
-Zoe.
BOLAN: ♪ You're dirty, sweet ♪
So help me out.
I need something
for these bags.
-You mean like a microscope?
-(forced laugh)
That's so sweet.
It's also a lie.
I was up two nights straight
grading midterms.
So...
Well, um, with your skin tone,
I wouldn't bother
with concealer.
I would go right to the spoons.
-Spoons?
-Yeah, spoons.
You know, you put a spoon
in the freezer overnight,
and in the morning,
you rub it here.
It reduces the fluid
under your eye,
and the cold takes away
the puffiness.
You look supple and fresh.
Does that really work?
Proof's in the pudding.
Would you believe
I'm coming off a 24-hour shift?
You're a doctor?
Firefighter.
So, wow.
You're perfect.
Well...
Why don't they make
straight ones like you?
-Um...
-BOLAN: ♪ Get it on ♪
♪ Bang a gong ♪
♪ Get it on ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Get it on ♪
♪ Bang a gong, get it on ♪
♪ ♪
(moans softly)
♪ Get it on ♪
♪ Bang a gong, get it on ♪
(dog barking distantly)
Wow, I don't even know
what to say.
You don't need to say anything.
It happens.
Not to me, it doesn't.
Do you really have to go?
Well, it's been, like,
three hours,
and I'm--I'm kind of starving.
You wanna maybe grab
a bite to eat with me?
Nah, I don't have
much of an appetite.
You're spiraling.
Oh, I'm spiraling.
Well, you really don't have to.
A--an occasional
failure to launch
doesn't mean anything.
It happens to every man.
It has literally never happened
to me.
All right, listen, I know
that men of a certain age,
it's common for you guys
to define your manhood
in very narrow terms.
Yeah, in the terms
of their manhood.
But that--that is not
an evolved paradigm.
The more rigidly you view it,
the more pressure you put
on yourself.
If you could avoid using
words like "rigid,"
that might be helpful.
(laughs)
Masculinity doesn't have
to be performative.
It's much more expansive
than that.
It's about how you--
how you approach life.
It's about how
you perceive yourself.
And to tell you the truth,
this kind of stuff gets fixed
usually if you just
relax and do nothing.
So what are you?
Are you, like, a sex therapist?
I'm a professor of psychology
with a focus
on human sexuality.
Glad you didn't tell me that
before.
That would have gotten
in my head.
(exhales sharply)
I'm sorry you're taking this
so hard.
Again, another word
you might wanna avoid.
Owen, I like you.
I do, okay?
I don't usually jump into bed
with a guy I met
at the beauty supply store
who I thought was gay.
And to be clear, I am not.
I really hope this isn't
the last time we meet.
Are you sure you don't wanna
grab a bite with me? I'm buying.
I think I gotta
take a rain check.
(quirky music)
♪ ♪
Masculinity is not a crime.
PROTESTORS:
Masculinity is not a crime!
Masculinity is not a crime.
This so-called "shelter" uses
taxpayer dollars
to commit fraud.
False accusations
of domestic violence
smears men
and destroys families.
You have to arrest them!
The women inside the shelter
have been traumatized enough.
I understand, ma'am.
If you could just stand back,
we'd appreciate it.
(crowd shouting)
Masculinity is not a crime.
Sir, I'm gonna need you to put
down the bullhorn, please.
-We're not breaking any laws.
-No one said you did.
We just need to have a look
at your permit.
-My what?
-Your permit to assemble.
It's called the Bill of Rights.
Actually, it's called
an L7-B parade permit.
This is bull crap.
-CARLOS: Sir--
-Masculinity is not a crime.
Sir, I'm asking you kindly
to disperse--
Ow!
Don't touch me.
-I know my rights.
-I get that, b--
Ow!
(tense music)
-Who threw that bottle?
-(crowd shouting)
-MCCOY: Back up. Back up.
-Sir? Sir?
Everybody, back up! Back up!
Dispatch,
we need an EMS response
at 2400th block of Goya.
Patient was struck with bottle,
appears to be having a seizure.
(dramatic music)
(sirens wailing)
What are we walking into here?
Dispatch said something
about a riot.
Protest.
It's a women's shelter.
What are they protesting?
Women.
They're incels.
Involuntary celibates.
That's a thing?
We used to just call them
"losers."
Prince Charming here
took a bottle to the head,
was out for a minute or two,
but he has woken up
in rare form.
MICHELLE: Check his ABCs
and get his vitals.
Lady coworker. Lady boss.
You stink like estrogen, bro.
You stink like garlic,
so I guess we're even, bro.
His pupil response is good.
He's tachycardiac,
and I'm detecting
Cheyne-Stokes respiration.
Let's get him on the board
and load him up.
Ow!
CARLOS:
He did the exact same thing
when I barely touched him
earlier.
Sir, do you
have any
medical conditions we should know about?
I have CPPD.
You heard him.
Be gentle.
CPPD?
Painful crystal deposits
on the joints.
It's like severe arthritis.
(groaning)
Toxic inside and out.
CRAIG:
Masculinity's not a crime.
PROTESTORS:
Masculinity is not a crime!
What'd this guy eat
for lunch, a clove of garlic?
We should administer
a breath mint.
-(oxygen hissing)
-(slurring) I heard that.
What's your name?
I'm gonna report you.
(mumbles)
BP's dropping.
Not detecting respiration.
Start CPR.
I'll ready the paddles.
(electricity buzzes)
-Clear.
-(machine beeps)
(exhales deeply)
Jeez, man what a stink.
God.
(exhales deeply)
♪ ♪
MICHELLE: Gillian?
I don't think that's garlic.
Tim!
Tim, pull over!
-(tires screech)
-(objects crashing)
♪ ♪
(suspenseful music)(sirens wailing)
(horn honks)
What do you got?
Blake and her team are
stuck in there.
There's some toxic fumes,
couldn't get 'em out.
He almost passed out.
I don't know why.
Captain Blake?
Yeah, she's in there
with her team
and a patient they were
trying to transport.
PD got here first,
but they couldn't get
close enough
to pull anybody out 'cause
they got hit with toxic fumes
and it knocked them
off their feet.
♪ ♪
All right, hazmat protocols,
everybody.
BAs go on and stay on.
Marjan, get the detector.
Mateo, TK, get
the extraction equipment.
-Officer Reyes...
-Yes, sir?
-Clear those people out now.
-Yes, sir.
(ominous music)
♪ ♪
OWEN: Looks like
they're still breathing.
JUDD: What do you think,
it's carbon monoxide?
MARJAN:
It's not detecting any CO.
♪ ♪
(detector squeaking)
Some kind of sulfate, 500 PPM.
JUDD: Where's it coming from?
I think it's coming from him.
-(detector squeaks)
-It is.
All right, everybody,
let's secure this patient
and get her out of there.
Captain...
I'd appreciate if you start
with my team first.
He won't mind.
He's dead.
♪ ♪
(car horn honks,
traffic buzzes) (machine beeps)
-(monitor beeping)
-(knocks)
CARLOS:
Hey, chica.
Can I come in?
You better.
Doctors said that they were
gonna keep you here
for a few days for observation.
Oh, great.
So I brought you some clothes,
a couple Harry Potters,
and some peanut butter M&Ms.
(gasps)
My hero.
(chuckles)
They're saying
they still don't know
what caused your guy
to become a human WMD.
I think I might.
Me.
The signs were
in front of me the whole time.
Some arthritis medicines are
sulfide-based.They have a sort
of a garlicky smell.
When we put him on O2
and used the defibrillators,
we must have triggered some
sort of a chemical reaction
that converted the sulfides
to sulfates.
And--and basically,
I created a poison cloud
inside of the guy.
How were you supposed to know
any of that?
Because it's my job to.
(somber music)
I've been so wrong
about so many things.
I can't start to be wrong
on the job too.
♪ ♪
Why do I feel like
we're not talking
about toxic guy anymore?
Is this about Iris?
♪ ♪
She was going through
something, Carlos, and...
I couldn't see it.
Or I chose not to.
♪ ♪
My sister had secrets.
♪ ♪
I found this in my mom's shed
the night of the tornado.
The blue pickup truck.
A blue pickup truck.
I don't recognize
any of those faces.
♪ ♪
But maybe it's
something to go on.
I'll look into it.
WOMAN (over PA):
Paging Dr. Bender.
Paging Dr. Bender.
Thank you.
(phone dinging)
(upbeat rock music)
Hey, Paul,
your phone's blowing up.
It's that Josie girl.
She's got it bad.
Never peep another man's phone,
Probie.
So you're just gonna ghost her?
Wait, I'm confused.
She's hot, single,
and she's into you.
It's like she's just waiting
for you to ask.
Why don't you?
-That's a fair question.
-Look, we're texting.
And she's cool.
Like, extremely cool.
Like, almost
too-good-to-be-true cool.
So why wouldn't you
ask her out?
Well, maybe I wanna enjoy
the fantasy of what could be
before reality inevitably finds
a way to disappoint.
That's grim.
Yeah,
that's easy for you to say,
Mr. Charmed Existence.
When was the last time
you tasted
stone-cold rejection?
-(weights bang)
-(clears throat)
116 days ago...
when I asked my soul mate
to marry me,
and he moved in
with his trainer instead.
That's rough.
-I'm sorry.
-Damn, bro.
Damn, bro.
Yeah, that was not my best day.
But everybody gets kicked
in the head.
You gotta get up and try again.
And also, the lady
hand-delivered you a brisket.
I'm pretty sure
that's a guaranteed yes.
One, two, three.
(grunts)
Yeah, maybe for the first date.
The scary part is
landing that second one.
MATEO: I mean, you're cool,
ripped,
and a firefighter.
I mean, in my experience,
everybody wants seconds
of that.
Well, I appreciate that,
Probie,
but things are a little bit
more complicated for me.
'Cause you don't know
how she'll react
when she finds out
that you're trans.
Yeah, I usually meet women
on dating apps.
You know, everything's
in the profile, no surprises.
So get it out there.
Just tell her.
PAUL:
Oh, now that's the risky part.
When it comes to sharing
something that personal,
kind of gotta go by
the rule of threes.
Oh, like famous people,
how they always die in threes.
No, man.
No.
I gotta assume that for every
one person that I've told,
I've actually told three,
because people can't help
but to tell somebody else.
Straight, gay, bi, trans...
dating sucks, all right?
There's no way around it.
So take her out,
analyze the risk,
and if it feels safe,
take the leap.
SINGER: ♪ Been so long ♪
Hey, something smells good.
(romantic music)
Well, welcome home, husband.
JUDD: Look at you.
Mmm-mmm!
What's today?
-It's Monday.
-JUDD: Uh-huh.
Am I forgetting something?
Yeah, your manners.
You're not gonna say anything
about this new dress?
-Oh, yeah.
-(laughs)
Look, hey, whatever it costs,
-it was worth every penny.
-Mm-hmm.
-For you.
-Roast on Monday.
That's a treat.
You got twice-baked potato.
With chives and real bacon.
You know, Mrs. Ryder,
if I didn't know any better,
uh, I'd think you was trying
to seduce me.
♪ ♪
Are you--are you serious?
(scoffs)
Well, I had to do something
to get your attention, Judd.
I'm not gonna meet you
at the door
dressed in cellophane.
Now I'm just trying
to picture that.
Please don't.
♪ ♪
-Hey.
-(dishes clinking)
Wha--why you mad?
-I'm not mad.
-No, you're mad.
No. I am frustrated, though.
And I'm hurt.
You're hurt.
-Well, what'd I do?
-It's not what you did, Judd.
It's what you don't do.
You don't look at me.
You never touch me.
-Look--
-No, let me finish.
When we first got married,
sweetheart,
you couldn't keep your hands
off of me.
We couldn't keep our hands
off of each other...
♪ ♪
Even after a 24-hour shift.
Especially after
a 24-hour shift.
Do you even know how long
it's been
since we've been intimate?
Of course I know
how long it's been.
You wanna throw it in my face?
I'm not throwing anything
in your face.
You know everything
that I'm going through.
(stammers)
Yeah, I'm so...
just out of sorts
with my own feelings, you know?
It ain't about you.
And that's the problem.
It's never about me.
And maybe it should be, Judd,
at least some of the time.
I have needs too,
even if you don't
feel up to it.
Grace...hang on.
No, this dress is coming off.
It's itchy.
♪ ♪
(engine revving)
ANDY: $15,000?
That's highway robbery.
I'm sorry,
but that is the price.
It wasn't the price
the last time
I brought Jericho in here
to sell you a batch.
Not to be cruel, Andy,
but the last timeyou had Jericho in here,
that bull was alive
and kickin'.
Now that he's passed,
his stuff is worth
a good deal more.
Lookit, he's moved already
to the top shelf.
ANDY:
Still can't believe he's gone.
DEREK:
Jericho was one premium stud.
Please, Mr. Poole.
$10,000 for one straw.
It's all I got.
I'm sorry, Andy, I can't go
a dime below 15 for a straw.
Simple case of supply
and demand.
Now that the supply is gone,
the demand for the seed
of a championship bull
like Jericho would be
through the roof.
Jericho wasn't just livestock
to me.
I--I raised him up
from a calf.
He had soul.
The love you feel for that
animal is touching, son.
But I did not get to be
the top stud supplier
in the lower 48 by making
emotion-based decisions.
Now you head on out of here.
Have yourself a nice night.
(exhales deeply)
(dog barking)
(dramatic music)
(dogs barking)
♪ ♪
Only thing you have to do is
make you get
Bill Anderson's order ready
to go out before--
(worker stammers in shock)
We got fire!
Harley,
get the fire extinguisher!
Go!
Andy!
♪ ♪
(sirens wailing)
(suspenseful music)
♪ ♪
Dispatch, tell medical we have
civilians on scene
and prep for minor injuries.
GRACE (over radio):
Copy that, 126.
EMS is en route.
(explosion booms)
TK: Hey, whoa.
All right, everyone, fall back!
-Fall back!
-(cracking, booming)
♪ ♪
(echoing) Fall back!
Fall back!
OWEN: Judd!
Whoa, whoa, Judd.
All right, there.
Take a breath, Judd.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm good.
Good to go.
Take cover!
(booming continues)
Dispatch, we have explosions
and steel cans raining down
on us.
What exactly do they store
in this facility?
It's a breeding facility,
Captain.
Ranchers take their cows there
to be artificially inseminated.
So my guess is bull stuff.
-Bull stuff?
-MATEO: Get down!
(booms)
Yeah, they freeze the deposits
in liquid nitrogen.
With all the heat, the gas
inside must be expanding.
So...
What the hell are those things?
Hot loads of bull stuff.
(laughs)
Oh, hey, welcome to Texas!
(laughs)
GRACE: Captain,
the owner of the facility,
he said there's a visitor stuck
in the storage room.
Roger that.
Captain, no!
♪ ♪
All right.
We got somebody trapped
in there.
TK, Marjan, Paul,
get on those lines now!
Mateo, you're their spotter.
-Their spotter, sir?
-Yes!
-There's another one!
-Just like that.
Hey!
-You good to go?
-Hell yeah, I'm good to go.
(laughing)
You think it's funny?
I mean, yeah, don't you?
I'm just trying to picture
my obituary.
(tense music)
♪ ♪
OWEN: All right,
we're in the main building.
Captain, be advised.
I'm told the man
you're looking for
likely started the fire.
You have any idea
where we should be looking?
"Last seen in the storage room,
rear of the facility,
southwest side."
Roger that.
We're headed in.
JUDD: He's not over here, Cap.
(dramatic music)
These things are flying
all over the place!
-(booms)
-OWEN: Whoa, watch out.
(clangs, thudding)
JUDD: He's not over here, Cap.
(glass shatters)
(ominous music)
(booms, crashes)
(glass shatters)
♪ ♪
OWEN: There he is.
He's over there.
He must have passed out
because of the smoke.
All right, Judd,
we gotta get him up.
Take cover!
-(glass shatters)
-(firefighter shouts order)
(booming)
(glass shatters)
(thuds)
OWEN:
All right, deep breaths.
Calm down.
Calm down.
We're here to get you out.
-ANDY: I can't leave him.
-JUDD: Hey, hey, hey, Cap.
ANDY: Jericho!
-JUDD: Cap!
ANDY: No, no, no! I can't leave
without my canister.
-OWEN: Get him out of here!
-JUDD: Come on!
ANDY: Jericho!
OWEN: We don't have time.
We gotta get you out of here.
ANDY: Jericho!
No, no, no.
You don't understand.
I've just gotta grab that can.
Jericho!
(flames roar)
JUDD: All right, there, buddy.
Come over here and have a seat.
Should have left me
in there.
I'm sorry, partner,
but nobody dies today.
-(booms)
-Incoming!
♪ ♪
(booms)
That's gotta be Jericho.
He always had
the most powerful stuff.
Apparently so.
(laughing)
♪ ♪
Okay, looks like your ultrasound came back
negative
and your testosterone levels
are perfect.
Good.
Good.
So it--it's--
it's not the chemo?
No, it definitely could be
the chemo
or it could be psychological
or it could be just
one of those things.
"One of those things"?
Doc, this is
thething.
I--I really need your help.
Well, problem is,
with your cancer treatments,
I can't prescribe
the traditional ED pills.
I am not leaving here
without a solution.
Well, in that case,
I do have something
that might fix your problem.
But I have to warn you,
it's not for
the faint of heart.
Doc,
I put out fires for a living.
Try me.
Okay.
Full disclosure, I am
on the board of the company,
but it's a miracle drug.
And it's a local application,
so it shouldn't interact
with other medications
in your system.
-It's called Phalluxis.
-Sign me up.
Uh, how exactly
do you administer that?
Now, I know it looks scary,
but I'll walk you through it.
Now when the mood is right,
what you wanna do is
swab down the unit like so
with an alcohol pad.
Trust me, you don't want
an infection down there.
Uh, no, I really don't.
Then you just take this,
draw it up--uh-huh--then,
turn the unit to the side...
(syringe clicks)
And inject it
just above the base,
empty the plunger,
and then just hold it firm,
steady pressure for a good
four or five minutes.
-Four or five minutes.
-DR. GRAY: Yep.
Oh, and make sure you don't
squeeze it funny or sideways,
because you run
the risk of curvature.
(curious music)
Curvature?
Yeah, believe me,
that is a bad scene.
And if you experience
severe pain
or uncontrolled bleeding,
call 9-1-1.
Oh, that would go over well.
(pins clatter)
-PAUL: Really?
-Oh!
-Thank you, thank you.
-And Josie strikes again.
(laughs)
It was just lucky.
-It was just my lucky day.
-Yeah, okay.
You know, this was supposed
to be a date, not a hustle.
(Josie laughs)
But it's the fourth frame.
You still got time
to catch up.
-Stop whining.
-Oh, okay.
-(pins clatter)
-Maybe.
(Hopeton Lewis'
"Take it Easy")
LEWIS: ♪ No slipping,
no sliding ♪
Oh.
Uh...
The smirk is unnecessary.
I did not smirk.
-You totally smirked.
-How did you notice?
-(laughing)
-I--I notice all.
I thought that bowling was
a Midwest staple
'cause y'all can't go outside
for half the year.
Okay, maybe I wasted my winters
boxing
instead of hitting the lanes,
huh?
Oh.
LEWIS: ♪ No need to hurry ♪
JOSIE: Okay,
so then you have footwork.
That we can work with.
PAUL: Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
All right, here we go.
Let's go, come on.
JOSIE:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
May I?
Buy a guy a drink first.
Rude.
-Let's back it up.
-All right, okay.
-Back, back it up.
-So we going...
-Back it up.
-Mm-hmm.
Start here.
We're gonna take four steps,
starting with the right.
We're gonna end
with a slide step on the left
that drops this right hip down,
all right?
-JOSIE: You ready?
-PAUL: Uh-huh.
So I go one...
BOTH: Two, three...
four--slide step.
-Slide step.
-Yep.
Then release your thumb
as the ball goes by
your right knee.
The spin will take care
of itself.
♪ ♪
All right.
LEWIS: ♪ Take it easy,
take it easy ♪
Here we go.
LEWIS: ♪ No need to hurry ♪
♪ ♪
Ooh...
LEWIS: ♪ Take your time,
take your time ♪
(both cheer, laugh)
-JOSIE: Yes!
-PAUL: Hey!
You are one hell
of a teacher, Josie.
-(laughs)
-Look at that.
You really don't mind,
do you?
-What?
-Getting your butt whupped
by a girl.
(clicks tongue)
Actually, I kind of love it.
(laughs)
Ugh, my last boyfriend couldn't
stand it.
Well, he sounds like an idiot.
He was always ragging on me
for being such a tomboy,
but you can't help who you are,
right?
LEWIS: ♪ Take your time,
take your time ♪
-♪ Take your time ♪
-Believe me, I know.
-LEWIS: ♪ No need to hurry ♪
-Slide step.
-LEWIS: ♪ No, no, no ♪
-(pins clatter)
I'm starting to regret
cleaning all that glitter
-out of your eyes.
-Mm-hmm.
Okay,
you being blind might have
evened the playing field
a little.
You keep telling yourself that,
Paul.
Okay.
So you think you a savage?
-"Think"?
-Okay, you know what?
Next time, we're doing
mini golf, all right?
Because Tiger Woods ain't got
nothing on me
when it comes to putting
into a clown head.
Okay, you are on.
(laughs)
You know, you're not like
most of the guys around here.
You know, tonight was
the most fun I've had
since I got to Austin.
Well, tonight does not
have to be over.
(romantic music)
Um, you know, there's something
we haven't talked about yet,
Josie.
♪ ♪
SINGER: ♪ Love is the ocean ♪
-Judd?
-JUDD: Welcome home, wife.
Hang on.
Let me get that for ya.
(soft music)
There we go.
-Come on, come on.
-What...is this?
Is that
osso bucco ?
Uh, yes, ma'am.
I believe it is.
Judd, you hate
osso bucco.
It ain't always about me.
♪ ♪
Judd...
Hey, hang on.
Come here.
♪ ♪
Grace,
you are the one thing
in this world
that I can't live without.
And, um, the idea that I would
make you doubt that,
even for a minute, is a crime.
'Cause I don't just want you.
I need you.
♪ ♪
Well, you got me, fool.
I mean, you can call me names
if you want to.
-I can take it.
-(laughs)
I can.
Tried to outdo me, huh?
Mm-hmm.
♪ ♪
(laughs)
(groans)
Whoops.
(both laugh)
-JUDD: Uh-oh.
-GRACE: Mm-hmm.
-Mm-hmm.
-Well, you know the food's
-gonna get cold.
-Well, I hate osso bucco.
I know you do.
(laughs)
BOTH: I love you.
(machine whirring)
Hey.
What's up?
Want me to make you a coffee?
-Thanks.
-Espresso?
Sure.
Here you go.
-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.
(sips)
How is it?
You mean, how was it?
Yeah, well, I mean,
I--I didn't wanna ask, but...
-We bowled.
-You bowled.
We bowled, and I got a 54.
Nice, man.
No, that is actually terrible.
Sorry, I--I don't know
anything about bowling.
Well, apparently,
little kids bowled in the 60s.
-So...
-Oh, well, then you should be
very ashamed of yourself.
I'm guessing it went well.
(soft, tense music)
♪ ♪
I am so embarrassed
at how I reacted last night.
I owe you an apology.
You don't owe me anything,
Josie.
I couldn't sleep last night.
I can't stop thinking
about you.
I really like you, Paul.
You mean "liked."
No, I mean "like."
Present tense.
(chuckles)
You're thoughtful and charming,
and sexy as hell.
You're literally
the man of my dreams.
But only in your dreams, huh?
(sighs)
I guess I'm just
not
as evolved as I thought I was.
I'm not a terrible person.
I know you're not.
I really do like you.
I just don't think
that this is something
I can get past.
I'm sorry.
♪ ♪
It was nice to meet you,
Paul Strickland.
Nice to meet you too, Josie.
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter over PA)
Mmm!
Mmm.
This uni is
melt-in-your mouth.
(utensils clatter)
I didn't know Texas could do
sushi like this.
We
ll, technically,
the chef is from Okinawa,
but I'm glad you dig it.
And sake.
So floral and airy.
You ever had days
where food just tastes better?
Okay, I think I know
what's going on here.
Somebody got a visit
from the boner fairy.
Oh, no, no,
not--not by a long shot.
Then are you on drugs?
Uh, not those kinds.
So what happened?
(mellow pop music playing)
I was about to inject
my "little buddy"
with a very large needle.
Oh, God.
And I realized you were right.
I was putting way too much
pressure on the situation.
Well, it sounds like
you've had some
significant growth
over the past 48 hours.
Should I rephrase that?
(laughs)
No, no, no.
I'm good.
I'm good.
I'm zen.
And I have to say,
I'm kind of loving it.
Great.
Buckle up, because this
ahi's
gonna blow your mind.
Do you wanna know
a brain trick?
When
you cut off one sense,
you intensify the other ones.
So close your eyes...
and open your mouth.
♪ ♪
Mmm.
Mmm-mmm.
Mmm.
Mm.
(smacks lips)
Is it true
that sushi is an aphrodisiac?
It's--yeah, it's been said.
But it couldn't have...
kicked in this quickly,
could it have?
(gasps) Oh.
You mean...
-Oh, yeah.
-No kidding?
Yes. I think we should
get our food to go.
Sushi doesn't travel well.
Screw it.
Check!
SINGER: ♪ Go to sleep ♪
♪ Underneath your cover ♪
(indistinct chatter)
(dramatic music)
Hey, guys.
What's going on?
-Waiting on you.
-PAUL: Me?
Why?
'Cause you're coming out
with us tonight.
-No.
-TK: I'm serious, Paul.
We're not taking no
for an answer.
Okay, we're not going bowling,
though, are we?
(chuckles) No.
♪ ♪
So, uh, I guess he told you
about me.
What, that you're straight?
Yeah.
I don't judge.
(Corona's
"The Rhythm of the Night")
JENNY B.:
♪ This is the rhythm ♪
♪ Of the night, the night ♪
♪ The night ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ The rhythm of the night ♪
(vocalizations
and building electronic beat)
♪ This is the rhythm ♪
PAUL: Y'all sure
we're still in Texas?
TK: Mm-hmm.
I wouldn't stereotype
if I were you, man.
(laughs)
Good point.
Keep Austin weird, baby.
JENNY B.: ♪ This is the rhythm
of the night ♪
♪ The night ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ The rhythm of the night ♪
♪ This is the rhythm
of the night ♪