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Hold on, Derek! Help is on the way!
(tense music)
(gasping)
Kenny! (gasping)
(sirens blaring)
*
How the hell does a kid end up getting stuck in a grain silo
50 feet above the ground?
It's called walking the grain.
People go up into the silo and they stomp around
on the corn 'cause it's a cheap way
to dislodge it from the drain.
Sounds like you've run a few of these, Judd.
Yeah, we lose a few people a year to them down here.
JUDD: You get that much grain together,
it's like quicksand.
So if he's already up to his chest,
how long do we have to get him out?
Ten minutes at the most,
but that depends on the air pocket,
but you also can't pull him out too fast
or you'll just rip him in half.
But i-it's corn.
Yeah, it's corn.
It weighs 1,200 pounds per cubic yard.
It's like having four refrigerators
on top of every part of your body.
OWEN: All right, here's the deal.
When we get there,
Judd's gonna run the call, all right?
OWEN: You do what he says when he says it.
-Copy that. -TK: Copy that.
Copy that.
(sirens wailing)
*
All right, let's raise the area!
Everybody with high-angle training goes up!
Let's get this kid out of here!
-(machine whirring) -(beeping)
JUDD: All right, listen up, y'all!
This is what we're gonna do!
You get in there, you put your platform down.
You stay put!
One false step could cause an air pocket.
JUDD: Nobody's feet touches the corn!
Copy that.
*
I got eyes on him, Cap.
Hey, try to stay relaxed, okay? Stay calm.
JUDD: Don't struggle.
We're gonna get you out of there.
*
JUDD: Remember, nobody steps on corn!
Hey, pass one of these down!
*
Please, hurry!
*
PAUL: Got it. Got hands on.
All right, Marjan.
Hey, give me that horse collar.
-MARJAN: Copy that. -JUDD: Yep.
Harness flying in.
All right, partner. Okay?
JUDD: We're gonna get you out of here.
You got a lot of pressure on your chest right now.
You've gotta try to relax.
Hard to breathe! (gasps)
It's gonna be okay.
Tighten that right now.
*
-Hold that one right there. -MARJAN: Watch that rope.
JUDD: All right, got another coming in.
Putting it behind you.
Check your elbows, kid.
JUDD: We're gonna get these around you to form a seal
and then suck out the corn to relieve the pressure.
You gotta go around. You good?
There you go. Oh, you got him.
We're losing him.
Come on, we gotta go.
All right, hey, we're gonna drop this in.
We're gonna vacuum this out around you.
You better watch your arms. Just keep your head up.
Just relax if you can.
-JUDD: All right, breathing? -PAUL: Okay.
Yeah.
TK, you're up.
Just make sure that you don't let him fall.
I got it. I got it.
Let's go. Come on.
-(grunts) -JUDD: Do it.
-Go, go, go. -JUDD: Do it.
JUDD: Okay, Derek,
he's gonna start the suction rig.
We're almost done.
PAUL: Okay, let's go. There you go.
JUDD: Oh, there it is!
-TK: Hey, hey! -PAUL: Yeah.
Gonna get you out of here. All right, buddy?
(machine whirring)
-Talk to me. -JUDD: Making progress, Cap.
Stand by.
-All right. -TK: All right.
-Whoo! -(Paul laughing)
JUDD: Let's go.
Come on, Marjany.
PAUL: Move your arm over here, kid.
PAUL: Make that flow.
MATEO: Don't get too close, Marjan.
-(loud rattling) -(all shouting)
What was that?
Hey, hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
-My line snapped. -JUDD: Marjan, Marjan!
Hold on, hold on. Do not struggle!
JUDD: Don't struggle! Hold still!
(grain sifting)
-JUDD: Whoa! -Marjan!
Get back! Get everybody!
JUDD: Get to the sides! Go, go, go!
-TK: Marjan! -What am I supposed to do?
-MARJAN: I'm sinking! -Marjan!
-TK: Grab my hand! -Judd!
(TK grunting)
-What am I supposed to do? -TK: Grab my hand, Mar--
(both shouting)
JUDD: TK, don't! Hey!
-I can get to her! -TK, don't!
-That's an order! -(Marjan screams)
-Marjan! -TK, no, no!
(TK grunting)
Oh, God!
(TK grunting)
JUDD: TK, don't! Let go!
-JUDD: No, no, no, no, no, no! -TK!
-JUDD: No! -PAUL: Oh!
Captain Strand, they went down!
-Who's going down? -JUDD: TK and Marjan!
Cut it open now!
*
-What's going on? -Derek, listen to me!
When I say "now,"
take a deep breath and let go of that harness.
What?
Just do it or you'll be torn apart.
Okay, the only way out for you now is down.
OWEN: It's open, it's open!
Take a deep breath and go now!
(Derek gasps)
(metal thuds)
MAN: Whoa, look at that.
Holy smokes.
-MAN: You see that? -MAN: You think they're okay?
(grunts)
-(TK coughing) -OWEN: TK!
-You okay? -TK: I'm good.
Where's Marjan?
(gasping)
Wow.
(upbeat music)
Oh, damn. (grunts)
-(Owen grunts) -MARJAN: Oh.
OWEN: Form a wall!
(dramatic music)
*
You don't think anyone caught that on video
when my hijab came off?
Oh, yeah.
This is gonna be epic.
Epic disaster.
*
(horn honking)
(beeping)
(engine rumbling)
Just grinning like the butcher's dog, huh?
I don't even know what that means,
and I do not know what your deal is right now.
My deal is that you disobeyed a direct order
back there at the silo.
A direct order? You're not my boss.
You're damn right I was the second the Cap
put me in charge of that team.
I was just following my instincts.
Your instincts? (stammers)
Based on all of your, uh,
silo rescue experience at Times Square?
I'm not doing this with you, all right?
Well, that must be nice that you get to move
right to the front of the line while everybody else
who deserves a shot--
You don't know the first thing about me, dude.
No, man, you must have been killing it in New York City
that you got to follow Daddy down here
at the drop of a hat.
Seriously, Judd, back off.
Or what, pretty boy?
Are you gonna go and tell your daddy?
You gonna say, "Judd's hurting my feelings?"
Nobody in New York had the balls
to tell the coach's kid that his crap stinks.
(tense music)
PAUL: Hey! Knock it off.
Knock it off! What the hell is going on?
We are having a conversation.
Yeah, with a bunch of exclamation points.
You good?
We're great.
(dramatic music)
What you doing, man?
-(sighs) -(neck cracks)
(motorcycle engines revving)
You sure you're in the right place, man?
Yeah, I'm sure.
(distant shouting)
(Doug Burr's "White Night, Black Light")
BURR: * Calling all believers
* White night, black light calling all believers *
* Wake us up out of a dead sleep *
Hey, blondie. Couple of boilermakers.
(whistles)
MAN: How'd she not see us, man? Bitch must be blind.
I don't know.
Whoa, where do you think you're going, princess?
Just ordering a drink.
Excuse me.
Mineral water, when you get the chance.
Sure thing, doll.
It's not that she didn't see you.
It's that she didn't like what she saw.
(clicks tongue)
BURR: * Everybody else
*
(crowd shouting)
*
-(phones ringing) -(coughs)
(ringing continues)
Seriously?
Austin is a small town, TK.
Or should I say Tyler Kennedy?
Ugh.
Bummer about getting arrested.
People might find out your real name,
which marks the first actual thing I've learned about you.
Isn't your processing me, like,
a conflict of interest or something?
The good news is, neither of your new friends
want to talk about that little scuffle tonight,
and since you blew a 0.0,
we're not even giving you drunk and disorderly.
(handcuffs clicking)
You're free to go.
And what's the bad news?
The bad news is that means you did this with a clear head.
(phones ringing)
I'm not trying to be your boyfriend,
or even your friend, if you're not into it,
but you should talk to someone about why you felt compelled
to do something so suicidal.
(dramatic music)
*
Got a little crud there, by the way.
*
Other side.
*
Stop. Just let me.
*
Thanks.
(phones ringing)
*
I'm sorry I went crazy on you the other night.
I'm a cop. I'm used to crazy.
Look, I just went through a really bad breakup.
Like, nuclear bad,
and then I relapsed.
You mean with me?
No.
I mean with substances.
*
Right.
Which explains your reaction to the champagne.
I'm such an idiot. I'm--I'm sorry--
No, it's fine, okay?
I mean, ever since I've gotten here,
it's just--it's just gray,
and I just feel numb all the time.
*
I guess I just-- I wanted to feel something.
*
Judging by that lip, I'd say mission accomplished.
(The Black Keys' "Gold On The Ceiling")
You really busting my balls right now?
Yeah, I suppose I am.
*
MAN: * They wanna get my gold on the ceiling *
(all cheering)
All right, everybody!
It's that time! Oh, hey, cutie!
-Whoo-hoo-hoo! -She took my hat.
Yeah! All right, all right.
It is that time, y'all, to find out who's got
the sheer audacity to take on Teri's 96-ounce challenge,
which is about 78 ounces more sirloin
than any mortal should eat in one sitting,
but these two are chasing immortality, folks!
That's right, in addition to free steak for life,
whoever finishes one of these monsters
gets their face on my High Steaks Wall of Fame!
(cheers and applause)
-Yeah! -She's better than you!
All right, ready, set, chow!
(cowbell ringing)
WOMAN: * I wanna taste the way that you bleed *
* Oh
* You're my...
Yeah!
(Gin Wigmore's "Kill of the Night")
WOMAN: * Now you're mine
* What do I do with you, boy? *
Half of it done!
(gasps)
WOMAN: * To kick around as a toy *
* The danger is, I'm dangerous *
* And I just tear you apart
* Oh
That's all that's left! This is all I got left!
I'm doing great up here!
WOMAN: * Out to get you
* All I know
* I wanna taste the way that you bleed *
-(coughs) -Oh!
But you gotta eat every bite, sweetheart.
Them's the rules. (laughing)
Who's gonna win?
WOMAN: * I'm gonna get you get you *
-Come on. -I quit.
I quit.
Are we about to see our first lady
on the High Steaks Wall of Fame?
Whoo! There she goes!
I am the greatest!
(Sonya gasps)
(thudding)
Security!
(tense music)
I'm Teri. She's right through here.
Did anyone see what she was doing before she collapsed?
Eating a 96-ounce steak.
That's, what, six pounds of meat?
Why the hell would anybody eat that?
To get on my wall, of course.
Pride's a powerful thing.
Sonya, we're here to help you. I'm a paramedic.
I have to go!
MICHELLE: You need to just stay here for a minute.
We're gonna get you out of here as soon as possible.
Sonya, is there any chance that you're pregnant?
No!
BP is 90 over 60.
But her heart rate's 116.
I don't think it's a heart attack.
It hurts!
Sonya, can you tell me what year it is?
-Tuesday? -Concussion?
It just doesn't make any sense.
The wound on her head's superficial.
-Sonya, does this hurt? -(groans)
Her bladder's distended.
Perforated stomach? It's a eating contest.
(Sonya groaning) SONYA: Ow!
That her place there with the empty pitchers?
Oh, yeah. She was throwing them back.
- This is hyponatremia.
Water intoxication.
We need to reposition her.
Sonya, we're just gonna swing you around.
(groaning)
Grab me a catheter and a foley bag.
We need to divert fluids now.
Gillian, let's get her underwear off.
Captain, shouldn't we get her on the rig
and let the hospital handle this?
We give her a catheter now, we'd be liable.
Her bladder's about to burst.
It's my call. I'm the one who's liable.
I need you to take some deep breaths
for me, okay?
You're gonna feel some pressure.
-(Sonya shouting) -(audience groaning)
-Continue to breathe. -(Sonya groaning)
The bag's filling so quickly.
I'm afraid her bladder's gonna spasm.
I'm trying to hold it off.
MICHELLE: If I can just move the tube a little this way--
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing?
-MICHELLE: Oh, no! -No, no, no, no, no!
TERI: No, no, oh! (screams)
TERI: No!
-(audience groaning) -My wall.
*
What a mess.
Pride makes people stupid.
It sure does.
(distant sirens wailing)
I mean, what am--am I supposed to do with this?
There's thousands of trucks here.
It's ridiculous.
You said your witness saw Iris get into a blue pickup truck
the night she disappeared.
That's a list of every blue truck
that was registered
in the greater Austin metroplex at that time.
I mean, are you saying I should just give up?
No.
I'm saying you should start with the guy in Texas
you know who doesn't drive a blue pickup truck
but who might know who did.
Iris's boyfriend, Dustin Shepard.
I'm sorry, officer.
Are you suggesting that I violate a restraining order?
Like you need any encouragement.
I'm just saying next time
you do violate the restraining order--
which you will--
maybe be a little more polite and you might get
a few questions answered before you get arrested.
Not to that scumbag.
Well, if that scumbag is innocent,
he might have information that can help.
If--if he's innocent,
and I've been harassing him for all these years,
I am the last person that he's gonna speak to.
God, what if I'm wrong?
You know what? No.
He was a dick to her
the whole time they were together,
and just because he doesn't own a blue truck
doesn't mean he wasn't involved.
Well, either way,
you want to find out where Iris went,
you may need to swallow your pride.
I'd rather swallow glass.
Mm.
(Phoebe Bridgers' "Motion Sickness")
(exhales sharply)
I don't drink beer.
BRIDGERS: * I have emotional motion sickness *
* Somebody roll the windows down *
Hey, Carlos.
What's the latest in your life?
Seeing anybody?
How interesting.
Isn't friendship fun?
I'm sorry.
This hasn't exactly been a two-way street lately.
*
BRIDGERS: * I guess it's too late...
Hey, Carlos.
What is going on in your life?
-Are you seeing anyone? -No.
I'm not.
I don't think.
You don't think?
What does that mean?
I met someone, we hooked up,
then it got weird.
-Doesn't it always get weird? -No, Michelle.
It doesn't always get weird.
So? Tell me about this boy.
You know him, actually.
-TK Strand. -(gasps)
-Nice. -Yeah.
He's a ten,
and now I kind of can't get him out of my head.
So why don't you ask him out?
Oh, no. He'd probably ghost me.
I just hate being the one doing the chasing.
Why?
You're the one with the handcuffs.
What were you just saying about swallowing pride?
*
MATEO: Hey, check it out.
Yo, these comments.
PAUL: "BRB, gotta burn down my house."
Redneckonize says,
"Must almost die so she can give me mouth to mouth."
Can you turn that off, Probie? Seriously.
PAUL: Oh, come on.
Do not pretend like you don't love the attention.
I do, just not when it's like that.
My dentist is Muslim and she doesn't wear a hijab.
It's a choice.
MATEO: So you wear that by choice?
Why?
Connects me to something bigger.
Not just my faith but to those who came before me.
My mom, my aunties, my grannies.
They taught me to be proud of who I am
no matter what people say,
and I carry that with me every time I wear it.
Oh, I get it.
It's like Superman's cape.
I mean, without it, he's just a guy in tights.
What the hell are you talking about, Probie?
He's all powerful no matter what he wears.
He is? I missed that.
I hate you both.
(kids laughing)
-Dustin. -(scoffs)
This is a new low, even for you.
This is my school, Michelle. There are kids here.
I don't wanna fight. I just wanna talk.
DUSTIN: Well, you can talk to the cops.
I-I get why you hate me. I guess, you know,
I-I-I have been a little bit rude
and possibly, I've been wrong about you.
Is this you apologizing, Michelle?
I think so.
I'm really trying here, Dustin.
Why? Why now?
Because I need your help.
Please, you gotta be kidding me.
The night Iris went missing,
she was seen getting into a blue truck.
Who told you that?
One of your neighbors.
So you're harassing my neighbors now?
No, I'm not harassing your neighbors.
I'm just trying to figure out what happened to my sister,
and it's made me a little crazy.
I'm--yes, I have been awful to you, Dustin.
I have, and--and I am not too proud
to admit it.
Well, that can't have been easy for you.
You have no idea.
Yeah, I'll bet.
You know, for three years,
you've been telling anyone who'd listen
that I murdered Iris.
I've been fired from two jobs because of you,
lost relationships,
but because you can't let go of Iris,
nobody else gets to, either.
How can I let go?
She was my sister.
Well, you're referring to her in the past tense.
I guess that's a start.
You are a bastard.
Yeah, and you're in violation of a restraining order.
Don't ever try and speak to me again.
Yes, I'd like to report a stalker.
-(school bell ringing) -Really?
(machine beeping)
WAYNE: Yeah, 17 down. Dallas Hall-of-Famer Troy.
(Wayne laughing)
(dramatic music)
*
WAYNE: So what you in for?
*
Cancer.
(scoffs)
Stage 2, 3, 4? Prostate, pancreas, lymphoma?
I'm sorry.
I'm a stats guy.
Lung cancer. 1B.
Yeah, it's not great.
Me, I got it in my bones. Stage 4.
-I'm sorry to hear that. -Ah.
Owen Strand.
Wayne Gettinger.
So what line of work you in, Owen?
-I'm a fire captain. -Ah.
Well, then you get it.
You know, the worst part about this deal
is breaking the news to your team.
God, I-- I dreaded telling my boys.
Old Baxter High,
head football coach 30 years.
How'd they take it, your boys?
-Bawled like babies. -(exhales sharply)
But then they went and kicked the crap out of Tyler High,
so that was pretty sweet.
Hey, what about yours?
-I haven't told them. -Ah.
I mean, I told one guy,
but, um, I haven't made a big formal announcement.
You know the deal with cancer cells, don't you?
They multiply.
They gang up on you, so, see,
what you gotta do is you do the same thing.
You get as many folks as you can around you.
My people have enough to worry about on their calls.
-Mm. -This is my fight.
I kinda remember myself saying that sort of thing,
but that's not what this is all really about,
is it, son?
It's pride.
Alpha dogs like us, we lose a step,
we lose our minds trying to prove that we haven't,
and like it or not, after this chemo,
you're gonna get dog tired.
You're gonna puke like it's your job,
and then--son, then you're gonna get a little crazy.
I've read the pamphlets.
(sighs)
You can't play hero ball with cancer.
You gotta stop struggling.
'Cause when you struggle,
that's when it pulls you under.
(dramatic music)
*
Well, if it isn't #FireFox.
Hey, Zara.
I guess you guys heard about hijab-gate.
Six million views on Instagram.
How could we not?
There's nothing quite like the worst moment
of your life going viral.
Well, to be fair,
this isn't the first time that you've gone viral,
though, is it?
*
I'm gonna be honest with you, Marjan.
Some of the sisters here are concerned.
-About my hair? -About your lack of modesty,
which your job doesn't exactly lend itself to.
(exhales)
Lady Fatima says,
"A woman's best jewelry is her shyness."
And the Prophet-- peace be upon him--
said, "Do not conceal your testimony."
This is who I am.
And we totally get that,
but you're still new to town.
It's not like you've put down roots.
What are you saying?
We think you should consider finding another mosque.
Oh.
(scoffs)
RADIO DJ: Don't look now, Austin.
It may be blue skies at the moment,
but brace for severe weather conditions
tonight and tomorrow.
Storm warnings in effect for Travis County
and surrounding areas.
You'll need more than a 10-gallon hat.
It's really gonna be coming down later today.
Hot damn.
[glass shattering]
(tense music)
*
(sirens blaring)
Building manager says jumper's Andrea Graham, 26.
Witnesses say she went off her seventh-floor balcony.
OWEN: What about the driver?
CARLOS: Rattled but unhurt.
Hey, Cap, should we just wait for the M.E.?
-(Andrea gasps) -ALL: Whoa!
Okay, that answers that.
Full "C" spine precautions.
Let's get her off the roof.
(gags)
I got a pulse, but it's weak.
C collar. Andrea?
MARJAN: Andrea, can you hear me?
We're gonna move you but first we need
to stabilize your spine, okay?
All right, you ready to lift her?
OWEN: One, two, three.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Both her legs are shattered.
I got the leg splints.
(Andrea moaning)
My life is over.
(Andrea groans) Where's myphuh...
-What's she saying? -MATEO: It sounds like--
Where's myphuh...
Where--where's Michael?
-Where's mi--mifah? -Mike?
-Mike?
What apartment she jump out of?
Seventh floor, right there.
CARLOS: You think she was pushed?
OWEN: We're about to find out.
(tense music)
*
All right. She wasn't asking for Michael.
She was asking about her phone.
Let's see what we got here.
Namaste, my lovelies.
Now I know some of you are gonna call me crazy,
but you don't get to be the biggest yoga hottie
on YouTube without taking things to the next level.
I'm calling this one the Possum.
No.
*
(screams)
(both groaning)
-What did we just watch? -(phone beeps)
Pride before the fall.
*
(exhaling sharply)
(tense music)
(groaning)
(grunting)
Yep.
-OWEN: Ooh. -Dad, you okay?
Yeah, I'm good.
225.
You usually crush this in your sleep.
Yeah, I'm just having an off day.
*
(Waylon Jennings's "Tonight the Bottle Let Me Down")
Hey, Chris, can I get a double?
JENNINGS: * Each night I leave the barroom *
* When it's over
(indistinct chatter and whistling)
* Not feeling any pain
Hey. You took my seat.
Did I?
JENNINGS: * But tonight your memory found me sober *
Well, I guess there's only one solution.
Chris, can we get the whole bottle?
-You like tequila? -Always.
*
JENNINGS: * Tonight the bottle
* Let me down
What about the captain's kid, Judd?
What about him?
He's been giving you the stink eye
since we walked in here.
He's probably pissed off because I told him
that he's a pretty boy who only has his job
because of who his daddy is.
Judson Ryder, you didn't say that to him.
He had it coming to him.
And you were gonna be the one to deliver it?
Yeah, 'cause somebody has to say it
because he's an arrogant little turd
and he's gonna get himself or somebody else killed.
Okay, so then you got your point across?
I did not.
Well, you need to apologize--
Me?
He's the one that's in the wrong.
God opposes the proud, shows favor to the humble.
-GRACE: James 4:6. -(Judd groans)
Plus, he's your boss's kid.
(sighs)
JENNINGS: * Tonight the bottle let me down *
(groans)
That'll clear out your sinuses.
-You had enough yet? -(Owen groans)
Hardly.
When you're face down on the floor,
don't call 911.
Captain, I know my limits, and I'm just getting started.
I mean, where does he get off?
You know, coming at me with that redneck swagger?
-(dart thuds) -Calling me the coach's son.
(dart thuds)
I don't know.
'Cause working in Manhattan is such a cushy gig.
Not sure.
You know, I once a window washer
from the 44th floor of the Chrysler Building.
That's impressive.
Yeah, I know it is. Tell that to Cowboy Judd.
You know, if I was a less secure man,
I might be bothered by the fact that I worked up the nerves
to ask you out and you spent the entire night
talking about another guy.
Well, it pisses me off.
Yeah, I noticed.
Guess he hit a nerve.
-What is that supposed to mean? -Nothing.
Just seems like nobody's ever spoken to you that way before.
You think he's right?
(darts thudding)
JENNINGS: * I've always had a bottle
Do you?
(exhales sharply)
You know I'm holding a dart.
And I'm packing a piece.
That's hot.
*
MICHELLE: I know why you moved to Texas.
It's the only state big enough to contain your ego.
Well, it wasn't for the sushi.
*
You think very highly of yourself.
*
Maybe, but let's be honest.
You're not exactly a paragon of humility yourself, Captain.
Are you calling me cocky, Captain?
I've seen you in the field.
You're cocky, but you wear it well.
Thank you.
*
The, uh, probie is feeling no pain.
You, on the other hand,
look like you're working up an ulcer.
What? Oh, no, I'm--I'm fine.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Right, right.
Biting that lip,
rubbing on the back of your neck,
classic self-soothing gestures. Very un-Marjan.
You're kinda creepy. You know that?
Hey, I just see what I see.
(country music)
I got slut shamed at the mosque.
Oh, the, uh, hijab malfunction?
It's not just that. They--
I've been told I need to find a new place to worship
because apparently I am too proud.
Yeah, what do you think?
Am I proud? Yeah.
And weirdly ashamed at the same time.
Yeah, I feel that.
This mosque, do you like it?
Yeah. Yeah, I do.
You do not let them shame you for being proud.
I say you strut in there with your hijab held up high.
(dramatic music)
You know, I was telling you about how I've been looking
for my missing sister.
I went to see her old boyfriend, Dustin Shepard.
I've always thought that it was him.
(country music)
But now I think that maybe I was wrong.
So I had to just put my ego aside
and--and go over there and ask for his help and--
He told you to pound sand?
I mean, basically, yeah.
And the worst part about it is that I don't know
if it's 'cause he's actually guilty
or because I've been treating him so horribly,
like he is guilty, for all these years,
and it's driving me crazy.
*
Well, maybe he'll come around.
I doubt it.
Maybe he'll change.
You never know.
People could surprise you.
OWEN: Thanks.
(distant dog barks)
(knocking)
(distant TV playing)
(knocking)
(door opening)
-Yes? -OWEN: Dustin Shepard?
Who are you?
Owen Strand.
I'm sorry to be knocking on your door this hour.
What do you want?
I'm here for a friend, actually.
Michelle Blake.
Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.
Listen, I know there's been bad blood between you guys
and, look, I gotta be honest.
I'm kinda on your side.
I mean, she's definitely got that thing.
My ex-wife had it.
The first ex-wife.
Actually, both of my ex-wives had it to a degree,
but for sure the first one.
-Are you drunk? -OWEN: My point is...
She lost her sister.
Hey, and all I'm asking is that you talk to the lady
and tell her what you know.
Or--or what you don't know.
But talk to her.
And who the hell are you again?
(groans)
(vomits)
God, disgusting.
Get off my porch, you sick old man.
(grunts)
You're right, I am sick.
And lately I've been feeling pretty old,
neither of which is putting me in a great mood.
That woman's in pain,
and you are causing her more pain.
(Dustin groaning)
She devotes her whole life to helping people,
so now you're gonna help her.
You got it?
I got it. I got it.
(both breathing heavily)
You have a good night.
(tense music)
Sorry about your shoes.
JUDD: Uh, hey.
Um...
My last crew died in front of me.
Not--not my crew. Um, they were my brothers.
At night if I'm trying to go to sleep,
I see them. If I hear a car backfire,
I see them.
Sometimes I see them for no reason at all.
When you and Marjan went down under...
Something happened to me.
I-I don't--I don't know. I got, uh--
Triggered?
I was gonna say stirred-- stirred me up,
but it's the same thing.
I didn't get after you...
Because I was mad.
I...
(dramatic music)
*
I was scared.
*
But I do want you to know that, um...
You know, I'm--
Thank you.
For calling me out.
*
You were right, man.
N-no one has ever talked to me like that.
*
And I appreciate it.
Hey, man, that's what brothers do.
All right, well, if we're brothers,
you can't call me the coach's son anymore,
because you are too.
Well, okay.
Deal.
We're good?
Yeah, we're good.
MATEO: Aww.
PAUL: Why don't y'all hug it out?
TK: Shut up!
(all speaking at once)
Hey, man, y'all should shut up.
Yeah, my son. Sweet baby boy.
-(Mateo laughing) -PAUL: Sweet baby boy.
-Captain. -Hey.
You have a second?
Yeah, sure. What's up?
Yeah, remember the fella you told me about at the bar?
Dustin Shepard?
Kinda ran into him last night.
What? Where?
At his house.
I got the address from dispatch.
Owen, the man has a restraining order against me.
See, that would have been good information
to have shared last night.
Oh, my God.
I thought I could have a civil conversation with him.
Things got heated, he said some things,
I said some things, and I kinda lost it.
Lost it meaning--
I maybe kicked his ass a little bit.
What?
You assaulted him?
I mean, you know, h-he could press charges
against both of us.
But you didn't have anything to do with it.
Who's gonna believe that?
You're right. I'm sorry.
I-I was just trying to help.
I'm not some damsel in need of saving.
100% right.
What I did was presumptuous, inappropriate,
and probably sexist. I'm--
(groans)
I think I'm going through some stuff right now.
Get a therapist!
(tense music)
*
What's up?
*
(door closes)
I need you to know that I had nothing
to do with Captain Strand coming
to your house last night.
(scoffs)
Captain Strand.
Did you ice that?
I'm fine.
*
You might try this arnica.
It'll help with the bruising and the swelling.
Thanks.
*
I'm surprised you didn't turn up here with the police.
Honestly, Michelle, I'm not interested in having
any more legal dealings with you,
or any dealings with you, for that matter.
*
I never liked you.
You're arrogant, a know-it-all,
a bully,
and I felt that way before Iris went missing.
Then why are you here?
You wanna talk about Iris?
Fine.
I just don't know if you're ready
to hear what I have to say.
Try me.
You think your sister was so perfect?
-She wasn't. -I never said that.
Oh, please.
You and your mom idolized Iris,
and the further away she gets from you,
the more sainted she becomes.
The fact is, you didn't know Iris.
And I didn't, either.
Not at the end.
What's that supposed to mean?
Something in her changed.
I mean, she was always so stable
and sweet and kind,
and then something happened.
I don't know what,
but it was like something inside her broke.
She wasn't...Iris,
and she started hanging out
with people she wouldn't introduce me to.
Did you tell all of this to the police?
Whoever those people were,
they could have been driving that truck.
I told the police everything I knew,
which only made me realize how little I did know.
And why didn't you tell me?
From the day Iris went missing,
you accused me of murdering her.
*
I was supposed to protect her.
*
And I lost her.
She went off into the darkness, and I let her go,
and I didn't follow her.
*
She called me that night.
More than once.
And I didn't pick up.
*
And I have to live with that, and it kills me.
You're not the only one who lost her.
I know.
*
(thunder clapping)
(wind howling)
RADIO DJ: Well, those storms we promised you
are here earlier and fiercer than first predicted.
Tornado warnings in effect countywide.
Hang on to something, Austin.
It's going to be a bumpy night.
(radio static)
(sirens wailing)
(thunder booms)
Oh, my sweet Lord!
(sirens blaring)
(gasps)
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