Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Any old business?

Oh, no, no, no.

Dixon, give me the radio.

but that doesn't mean that we were not abused.

Vic: ♪ ...me ♪

You are out of your lane.

Y-Yeah. I-I think so. Yeah, yeah. I think.

and I don't really care.

because he was worried about how you would handle his death.

[ Breathing shakily ]

I'm just looking for a safe place to stop.

We've just been assaulted and...robbed.

Uh, run! No, no, no, no! No, no, no!

Why do we sleep with the people we work with? [ Door opens ]

What about Avery?

♪ Be good ♪ [ Fire rumbling ]

Uh, I'm sorry. Because we're both gay men... I --

and it's like, well, duh.

and just bury them way down.

No, I had a drug addict point a gun at my face

Okay, let's get him flipped over.

Just catching up on some work.

with four possible murders on your hands.

saying he needed an OR on standby

T-That's what he told Maya right before climbing on the roof

She needs a psych eval before you question her further.

I want all the painkillers on this truck, or I kill this kid.

Shut up. Just shut up.

Figure what out?

Get back here! Vic, don't.

I don't know if you heard, but, uh,

That means this patient is dying.

I can see, like, four major fire hazards from here.

Hey, Dixon, get over here and help me with these compressions.

[ Sighs ] Barely.

You know, nobody knew what to say to me,

and -- and I -- I am trying not to be mad at you, but I --

like an excommunication, like my dad cut Sandra off.

Okay, my tourniquet's been on like 20 minutes.

Hey. What do you got going on today?

♪ What I need and what I want ♪

and you are leaning on my piano, which, frankly,

I remember you coming over for dinner.

Oh, I don't think we're daytime date-ready yet.

costs more than your entire insurance policy.

"Everything I did, I did for you."

And way more died in fires that were easily preventable.

[ Door closes ]

Cooper: 5, 6, 7, 8.

[ Laughs, sniffles ]

to something that isn't true,

'Cause if it's you, I'm -- I'm all in.

It's worse than disgusting. It's like murder.

Not to your Captain?

[ Breathing quickly ]

with multiple stab wounds to his abdomen,

-Oh, my God! Fire?! -What?

unresponsive and hypotensive.

Oh, my God. No. What about you?