- Roman! Hey.
Come on.
- He's still in there!
- Who?
- Logan Peters,
the school dealer.
- You shoot him?
- No, that was him
shooting at me.
- Is there anyone else
in there?
- Yeah, but he's down.
I think he got hit.
I couldn't get to him
with all the smoke.
- Hey. Hey, hey!
Where you going?
- I'm going around the back.
He's still in there.
- Hey, no, you're not!
Hey!
Come here.
You're gonna get
looked at, okay?
You took on smoke.
Don't even think about
going back in there, okay?
- I'm fine.
- Don't think about leaving.
I mean it.
- Let's check you out.
- There's two people in there.
One down,
one armed and dangerous.
The way that smoke's rolling,
neither of them got much time.
- I'm going in.
- I'm going with you.
- Captain!
Where do you want us?
- Out here.
We got an active shooter
inside.
Stay behind the rigs.
- Hey, Cruz?
Stokes basket.
Be ready to move, okay?
Copy that, Lieutenant.
- Herrmann.
- Yeah.
- Flake out a line but keep
clear until you get word.
- All right, listen.
Watch your back in there, guys.
- Yeah.
[dramatic music]
♪
- Good?
- Yeah.
♪
- Fire Department.
Call out!
Hey! Look!
- Gasoline!
♪
- Fire Department!
Call out!
- Fire Department!
Call out!
Hey, in here!
♪
He's been shot!
♪
Travis.
Hey!
We gotta move!
Come on!
♪
[grunting]
[plaster crackling]
♪
- Hey!
[flames roaring]
[groaning]
- All clear!
Cruz, get that stokes!
We're bringing one out!
Let's go!
♪
- Hey, guys.
Let's get him on the stretcher.
Easy.
Got him.
♪
- Gunshot wound to the abdomen.
He's losing a lot of blood.
- He's got a pneumothorax.
We gotta decompress.
- Copy.
[tense music]
♪
♪
- Hey!
Roman.
What the hell are you doing?
I told you to stay put.
- Bathroom window busted out.
Looks like he escaped
through there.
If you hadn't held me up,
maybe I would have
caught him in time.
- And done what?
Held him at gunpoint?
Made a citizen's arrest?
- He's the only lead I had
on my sister.
The only one!
Now he's gone.
- What the hell
were you even doing here?
- I sat on the courts
till Logan showed up.
I followed him here,
waiting for my sister
to come by,
when this kid breaks in,
holding a gas can.
- Travis Butler.
His girlfriend is the one who
died from the counterfeit oxy.
I was with Ruzek and Atwater
when they brought him in.
Says he doesn't know
where she got the pills from.
- Could be lying.
- Yeah, he could've
figured it out too.
Came here for revenge.
- I saw smoke coming out.
Called 911.
Then heard gunshots,
so I went to check it out.
You know the rest.
- Well, if you hadn't
called it in,
Travis would've been
left for dead.
[sirens wailing]
- Here we go.
♪
