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I, uh, turn money into -- into more money.

Tag him, Probie.

We successfully recovered the organs.

So I just kind of thought I'd come by

Prui Son, you got to stop.

I notice that Dr. Koracick

Sir, my name is Captain Bishop.

I did not know that.

Dude, you know I don't -- I don't mess with that crap.

May be a few months before we can make that Williamsburg trip,

You're not gonna do an extrication? Does he have a pulse?

Is there a fire? No, sir.

You take midnight to 4:00 a.m.

I'll be at the hospital.

Oh, yeah, I watched that Area 51 special, too.

Aw. Is the boss's son sick of his cushy little job?

Uh, no, not really.

Hold, please. [ Receiver clicks ]

Alright, rolling him, rolling him. Dude!

Protect the airway.

[ Klaxons sound ]

AKA drunk on a stick?

I don't know anything about being a father.

Maya: Looks like a pickup truck sped through, spun out,

to a guy that has a baby,

♪ Something on the horizon ♪

He wasn't dead. Travis: Yet.

[ Radio chatter ]

You got a hell of a talent.

If you could give me better odds than Koracick,

Nine. He's the last one.

That's actually 100% inaccurate.

for a child of their own,

Hey! It's JJ. I don't listen to my voicemails.

so when I'll be gone, you'll also be gone.

You were helping me stay away from dangerous women.

He -- I know, I know, but...

didn't feel like whipping up omelettes this morning.

I'm not complaining about

[ Normal voice ] Hey.

saved because of this vehicle.

[ Flatline continues ]

But I should go back to work now.

No, I know, but it's never too late to get started.