- 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]
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- Good? - Yeah.
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- Fire Department. Call out!
Hey! Look!
- Gasoline!
♪
- Fire Department! Call out!
Hey, in here!
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He's been shot!
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Travis.
Hey!
We gotta move! Come on!
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[grunting]
[plaster crackling]
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- Hey!
[flames roaring]
[groaning]
- All clear!
Cruz, get that stokes!
We're bringing one out!
Let's go!
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- Hey, guys. Let's get him on the stretcher.
Easy. Got him.
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- Gunshot wound to the abdomen. He's losing a lot of blood.
- He's got a pneumothorax. We gotta decompress.
- Copy.
[tense music]
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- 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.
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