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You can do this, Gabi.

Just make a few turns and stops,

park, and don't run over anyone.

Easy as can be.

Morning. My name is Chloe.

I will be your proctor
for the road test portion

of your California driving exam.

Hi.

- I'm Gabi.
- In your own time, Gabi.

Does that mean I should start?

We started when I got in the car,

but it does mean your
vehicle can move now.

Great.

Let me just secure my seatbelt.

Just moved here from Brooklyn.

Take a right up here at Alvarado.

A right. Got it.

Never had to drive there, but I guess

everyone here spends half
their lives in their car.

Eyes on the road, please.

What are you writing down?

Is it about how I took
my eyes off the road?

- I won't do that again.
- You were supposed to take a right.

Oh, crap. I'm sorry.

I've already failed, haven't I?

- The light.
- What?

The light.

Definitely failed.

Again.

That's why I moved here, you know?

To the land of mandatory motor
vehicles and terrible bagels

and egg rolls that are
really spring rolls.

Bad breakup.

She said I was weak

and didn't know how to face my problems.

So I left town.

I'm not unaware that, in running away,

I kind of proved her point.

Just keep moving.

Right. That's what I'm doing.

Trying to move on.

Green light.

You did the right thing.

Okay, I swear I knew
what a green light meant

before I started this test.

No. I mean, moving out here.

Whoever she was,

she's in your rearview now.

Thanks.

That wasn't me.

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You said "we." Who else
is in the car with you?

The woman from the DMV
is in the passenger seat.

Her name's Chloe. I'm Gabi.

I was taking my driver's test.

- Okay. Are either of you injured?
- I'm fine,

but Chloe, she has a pen

- stuck in her chest.
- Is it deep?

I don't know.

What's deep when there's
a pen in your chest?

- How does that even happen? Oh, God.
- Airbags.

Stay with me, Gabi. As
long as that pen stays in,

she should be okay. Is she conscious?

Yes.

But she's having trouble breathing.

That can't be good, right?

- The pen might've punctured her lung.
- Should I...

do something?

Just keep an eye on her
and stay on the line.

Fire and rescue are arriving now.

Dispatch, this is Captain Nash.

118. Please advise DWP to shut

the power off on this street.

Have them contact CalGEM
to send a team of engineers

to cap this well.

What is the status of our victims?

Gabi, the driver, appears uninured,

but it sounds like her passenger, Chloe,

might have a brachial puncture wound.

- How's her breathing?
- Described as labored.

Copy that.

Okay, Ravi,

I want you to start foaming this area.

We don't want any accidental sparks

igniting this oil.

How we doing in there, Gabi?

I think her breathing's worse.

Are they getting us out?

They're working on it.

See if we can get that hatch open.

Help! Get us out!

Ah, it's jammed. Give
me the Jaws. Come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, negative, negative.

Buck, stop. Stop.

We're on top of an oil well.

Isn't that why we have the foam?

No, the foam is just a Band-Aid.

It's good for a spark or two, but

we start cutting into metal,
this whole thing's gonna go.

Ask the driver how her breathing sounds.

Any gurgling or choking?

Gabi, can you tell me how
Chloe's breathing sounds?

Any gurgling?

I'm not sure.

I can't hear anything in here.

Can you move in closer?

Seat belt.

Gonna...

have to...

dock you...

Oh, jokes. Guess you're feeling better.

Uh-huh.

Caller says there's a little gurgling.

Hey.

We shatter the back of
the glass, then go in.

No sparks with glass.

But we got to cut through the seats

to get to them, and again...

Tools and sparks.

- Yeah.
- What if we, uh, we shatter the moonroof?

You know, we pull them up and out.

No, no, no. Look at
the flow of that geyser.

- We bust that glass, they're gonna drown in oil.
- Hey! Hey!

One of them has a sucking chest wound.

If we don't get them out, she's
gonna drown in her own blood.

- We can't wait.
- We need someone to cap that well.

Well, maybe we cap it ourselves.

Let's go.

You didn't...

What?

Run.

Still... here.

Where would I go? I
don't have a license.

Oh!

Oh! Oh, my God! Oh!

- No! Chloe!
- Gabi? What's happening?

The pen fell out. She's bleeding, bad.

Okay. I need you to apply
pressure to the wound.

You have anything in the car, like

- a clean cloth?
- Um, I...

- Napkins.
- Great.

Just wad them all up and make a pad.

Then hold it against the wound
and apply direct pressure.

Tight. We just need to
slow down the bleeding.

For how long?

Fire and rescue will be able
to get to you in just a minute.

- Okay.
- They just need to move your car.

Okay... What? Move it where?

Come on, everybody.
Let's go. Let's push.

All right, let's push, let's go.

Everybody push.

Push!

It's going, it's
going. Push, guys, push.

That's it. Let's go. Push, push, push.

Keep going. That's it.

Push. Push. That's it. Keep going. Yeah.

What happens now?

They're gonna break the sunroof,

so I need you both to shield your eyes.

Okay. We're ready.

Glass breaking. Three, two, one.

It's okay, Chloe. Help is
here. You're gonna be okay.

- Bag. All right.
- Yeah.

- Let's get you out of there.
- No. I'm fine.

Help her first. She's
not talking anymore.

We save you, and we can
get in here and save her.

All right, take my arm.

All right. I got you.

Definitely a deep puncture.

Pulse is still strong.
Eddie, I'm gonna need a...

Three-sided dressing, coming up.

Damn it.

The oil wants out.

Our weight's the only
thing keeping it contained.

Ready to move.

Hen. Hen, we got to go! Come on.

Let's go, let's go.

I hope she's insured.

Have no fear, LAFD is here.

I heard you have a fire in your kitchen.

May! What are you doing here?

I'd ask the same question,

but I really don't
want to know the answer.

You yearned for the freedom
of your own apartment,

why aren't you there?

I had to come get my mail.

Have you never heard of
a Change of Address form?

Definitely about to look into it.

I don't want to disturb
whatever situation this is,

so I'm gonna go get my mail.

Oh, oh, not in here, not in here.

What are you wearing?

Uh, it's just all I could find
in the kitchen to cover up.

So you weren't wearing... No.

I'm just gonna stop myself right there.

I just had to clear the counters off

before we... I think the
mail's in the bedroom.

- I'll get it.
- Uh, May, could you...

the...

The...

the blanket.

Thank you.

- Where's Harry?
- Went to the movies.

I can't find it.

Uh, it's okay. I, uh...

I'll be right there.

- All right, I, uh...
- I...

Yeah. I-I'll help your mother.

I know where it is, I know where it is.

This is so embarrassing.

For whom?

I'll have you know that
it is perfectly normal

for a couple to experiment
from time to time.

You know what, just send me my mail.

Here it is. I got it.

- Oh.
- I got your, I got your mail.

Thank you.

Come by any time.

Call first.

There's over 5,000
known oil wells in L.A.,

but there are a bunch that were just

basically forgotten.

You know, they-they dried up,

they filled them with
trash and covered them.

It's like the-the ticking time bomb

that could be sitting in your
backyard right now.

Uh, Tay?

- Taylor.
- Huh?

Oh, I-I was just, uh,

I was pitching you a great story.

Uh, I-I did the-the promo tease.

Yeah. I, uh...

Big, um...

oil well... time bombs.

It's great.

Hey, are-are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm just tired.

Haven't really slept
well in the last few days.

I should go home.

Maybe I'm just sleep-deprived
enough to actually get

- a full night's rest.
- Uh, well-well...

Hold on. Wh-Why don't you,
uh, why don't you stay here?

You don't need to drive all the
way across town just to sleep.

Stay here. I'll-I'll make
you breakfast in the morning,

and, yes, by make I mean

I'll put some frozen
waffles in the toaster.

Sorry. Um...

Waffle rain check?

Yeah. Sure.

- Good night.
- Good night.

I think it's over.

Uh, me and Taylor.

She went home to get some sleep.

How is that code for it's over?

Well, what's past is prologue, right?

And, based on my past, Taylor
and I have reached the point

in a relationship where the woman flees.

Women flee you?

Routinely?

Starts out small. Uh,
she's-she's canceling plans.

She's got to work. She
needs to wash her hair

or do her laundry,

and before you know it, poof.

Dropping them off

at the airport and
never seeing them again.

Okay, Buck, you're being a
little too Buck about this.

A little? When was the last time

a woman told you she had to
go home to wash her hair? 1952?

Listen, Taylor is not Abby

or Ally. It doesn't even rhyme.

I mean, that's a good sign, right?

The thing is...

I-I think she might've
been living with me.

I mean, we never explicitly said that,

but she's there all the time.

I... It sure feels like
we were living together.

Why does this keep happening to you?

Well, to be honest, I think...

No. I'm gonna tell you why.

Because you don't talk to
the women you're dating.

You just go with the flow and
find yourself in a relationship

with no idea how you got there

or what to do when
things start to go wrong.

Yeah. Who does that?

My point is, breaking
up is not inevitable.

You can turn it around.

You just have to make the effort.

Talk to Taylor. Tell
her how you're feeling.

Find ways to reconnect.

Cap knows of what he speaks.

Apparently, May walked in on him

and Athena reconnecting in
the kitchen the other night.

Oh, God. Parental nightmare.

Well, apparently, my
wife has been oversharing.

I mean, I just wasn't aware

that we were able to bring our gear home

for recreational purposes.

Aw...

You've been playing
sexy firefighter, Cap?

What makes you think that
I was the firefighter?

Oh, come on.

I don't want to think about that,

and... now I can't stop.

Tejada.

- You called it in?
- Yeah. I was driving by, and I saw the hood up,

and that's when I saw him.

He was breathing, but he didn't respond

- when I tried to talk to him.
- Trying to charge his engine.

Looks like he gave himself a shock.

He must've fallen and hit his head.

Sir, can you hear me?

Sir, can you hear me?

I'm with the LAFD.

You took a pretty nasty fall, so...

we're gonna just check you out, okay?

Antonia?

Pupils are equal and reactive.

BP is stable.

Sir, what's your name?

Clive Wexler.

Do you know where you are?

Flat on my back

in the driveway in front of my house,

unfortunately.

Wilson. Antonia Wilson?

What year is it?

- That's usually our question.
- Well...

Antonia Wilson is my mother, but...

though I don't think
I've ever heard anyone

call her by that name.

Antonia's daughter?

- You two know each other?
- Knew.

She and I were friends.

Good friends, when we were younger,

but I haven't seen her since...

got to be over 40 years ago now.

Doesn't seem to be fractured.

Let's cover the wound and
transport him to the hospital.

So you and my mom were close?

I certainly thought so,

but if I know Toni,

she wouldn't want me discussing
her personal business,

even with her own daughter.

Especially with her own daughter.

Antonia was always a snappy dresser.

Her coat of armor was
her favorite piece,

if you know what I mean.

I understood, though.

You catch enough
shrapnel and, eventually,

you don't want to leave any
part of yourself exposed.

So, if you knew my mom back then,

then you probably knew my dad, too.

He was the shrapnel.

Good morning.

Oh, my God.

Stop! Stop that guy!

Hey. Look out!

Someone called in about a robbery?

Hi. I'm Doris Claypool,

the casino manager.

They really shouldn't have called you.

It's not a big deal.

Caller said something
about $1 million missing.

Well, yeah, but you guys
are about 30 years too late.

The robbery happened in 1987?

Guy held up one of our blackjack tables,

made off with a million two in chips,

sped away on a motorcycle,
and was never heard from again.

And I'm here why?

Someone tried to cash one of
the stolen chips this morning.

Who?

Pretty sure this face

wasn't even born in '87.

- '94.
- Neil...

- "Bee-sco..."
- Biscobing.

Rhymes with "disco king."

Sorry. Old family joke.

If you say so.

Explain the chip, Neil.

Well, I'm a bell-ringer
for Santa's Helping Hand,

and someone must've put it in my bucket.

Didn't see who.

Didn't even notice the chip

until I was on my lunch break.

And then you decided

to try and cash it.

It'd feed thousands of families.

You said that no one ever saw

the robber's face.

Any chance you saw the rest of him

on one of your cameras inside?

Maybe it will jingle
Kris Kringle's memory.

We wouldn't have that footage anymore.

Everything would've been turned over

to the police in '87.

And I'm sure your people

have already tossed
it in the trash by now.

You'd be surprised
how inefficient we are.

Neil, write down your number.

If I find the robber,
you might remember him.

Clive Wexler.

I'm surprised you don't remember him,

'cause he sure remembered you.

I remember Clive.

It was just a long time ago.

Where'd you even meet him?

On a case.

Yeah, a police officer found
him unconscious in his driveway.

Is he all right?

Mm-hmm. He's fine.

He was just fixing an old convertible

and shocked himself, so he ended up

with a bump on the head.

He still has that car?

He said you two went way back.

He wasn't that forthcoming, though,

with the details on
how you knew each other.

You know, from the neighborhood.

I'm home.

- Sorry I'm late.
- Oh, let me help you with that.

Ah, thank you. Kids not in?

Karen took Harry and Denny
to get some ice cream.

- Oh. What about May?
- Uh, said she couldn't make it.

Scarred for life.

What's up with the box?

Uh, evidence from an old cold case.

Actually, it's why I called you here.

I need a consultant.

Me?

Someone robbed The Fairwell Casino.

- When? I didn't hear about that.
- 1987.

And they got away?

They usually don't make
it out the front door.

Usually don't make it out
with all their teeth, either.

Let me get you some wine.

Thank you, baby.

- Thanks.
- So how much are we talking?

A million in chips.

Guy in a motorcycle helmet

came in, drew a gun on the dealer,

then cleared them out.

How many tables did he hit?

Well, as far as I know, just the one.

That's a lot of money for one table.

When I was a dealer,

we used a 12 barrel tray

with 60 chips per barrel.

Depending on the time of day,
I might have anywhere from...

a hundred grand to
half a mil at my table.

Hmm. It was 8:00 a.m. on a Wednesday.

Must've been a special
request from a high roller.

It's not uncommon, but,

usually, somebody has
to sign off on a request.

Hmm, y'all do that a lot at casinos?

If we know them? Sure.

A fool and his money are soon parted.

And it's our job

to make that parting
as easy as possible.

Savage.

A million dollars.

Don't get too excited.

Even if I find it,

- we can't keep it.
- Yeah.

It's an interesting mystery, though.

A masked man gets away
with a million dollars.

Never seen or heard from

ever again.

And the chips never turned up, either?

Not until today.

Wait a minute. D.B. Cooper
only made away with 200,000,

and how many books and documentaries

have there been about him?

And yet we've never heard
of this biker bandit?

Ooh, I like that. Catchy.

Casinos pride themselves
on their security.

Can't have people thinking it's
like knocking over a 7-Eleven.

Damn, Ma. You really know
everything about casinos.

I worked there.

And maybe our thief did, too.

Uh, hey.

- You're here.
- Hi.

I, uh, thought you
said, like, an hour ago

you couldn't come over tonight.

Uh, I was looking for my
tablet. I think I left it here.

Uh, yeah.

Uh...

Ah. Thank you.

Uh, why don't you stay for dinner?

Uh, can't. Got an early
flight in the morning.

Hey, wh-what's going on?

First you're in here sneaking around

trying to grab your
stuff, and now you're...

you're skipping town?

I'm not skipping town, Buck.

Taylor, if you're gonna
break up with me, then just...

Who said anything about breaking up?

It's just for a day or two.

We can talk about it when I get back.

No!

No, I'm sorry, but we-we can't.

We're gonna talk about it now,

'cause if you're gonna
be weird and distant,

and then just take off,

you cannot expect me not to worry.

At least tell me where you're going.

My father's parole hearing.

I was the one who found her.

The coroner ruled it a suicide.

Then, eight months later, they came back

and arrested my father.

So your dad killed your mom.

Well, that's what the second jury said.

The first one was a little
more split on their feelings.

And what about your feelings?

A much more complicated story.

He's my dad.

There's a part of me
that could never believe

he could have done this.

But it's not like I
can imagine my mother

doing that to herself.

So you just spent all
these years not knowing?

Everybody had a theory.

My mom's family, my dad's family.

Living in between the
two was pretty... messy.

And now I have to go in
front of a parole board

and convince them
that he's a good person

who deserves a second chance.

Whoa, hey, there's gotta be a way for us

to find out what really happened.

You know, maybe we could, uh,

we could take another look at the case.

You think I haven't?

I have talked to family,
friends, investigators.

It all came back to the same place.

Only two people know
what really happened.

And one of them is dead.

- And the other one?
- Swears he's innocent.

Wait, well,

let me come with you at least.

You know, I can get
a plane ticket, and...

No.

I don't want that.

This isn't your childhood
trauma, Buck, it's mine.

I need to deal with this on my own.

Bobby.

- What are you doing up?
- You gotta check this out.

No, no, no, no, I'm not
checking anything out.

Come to bed. Those tapes
will be there in the morning.

- It'll only take a second. Come on.
- No, no.

- Okay, here he is right after he hit the table.
- Mm-hmm.

Now, security scrambles
as soon as they know

- that there's a robbery happening, right?
- Mm-hmm.

Here they are, right on his heels.

- As they should be.
- But now, watch this.

- Oh...
- Here he is, seconds after.

- Where are the guards?
- Exactly.

Run that back.

How'd he get such a huge lead?

That is the $1.2 million question.

You still think it was an inside job?

Well, Toni said someone
would have to approve

the extra chips on the table,

- so security probably knew.
- Look at them stop there.

- I mean, maybe they did do it on purpose.
- Inside job.

Eliminate the impossible, and
only the improbable remains.

Oh, yeah. O-Okay, Sherlock.

All right, run that back.

No, no, no, no, no. Come on.

Mm, I don't suppose there's
any way you could fix that.

Well, I mean, I could try
to piece it together, but...

Mm-mm.

Or, there is another way
we could test our theory.

What other way?

Rob the casino.

"From the neighborhood"?

Yep. That's all she said.

Like he was some guy she used to see

on the corner or something.

She used to definitely
see him, all right.

Right?

I wasn't just imagining that.

Clive and Toni were definitely a thing.

And I mean, like, big time,
long-lost-love kind of thing.

My abuela would eat this up.
She loves a good telenovela.

Oh, 'cause, uh, 'cause you don't?

Come on, I know you watch
'em with Christopher.

That's how we practice our Spanish.

- Uh-huh.
- Real question is,

what happens next in the story?

Well, I-I do have his number.

I could call him.

I mean, just to see how
he's doing after his fall.

- Of course.
- Whoa, hold on, you don't know

why they broke up, right?

I mean, I mean, what if
there's some deep trauma

that shouldn't be poked at?

Since when did you become
the voice of reason?

- Did something happen with Taylor?
- Uh, no, you just...

You guys were right, she's
not breaking up with me.

That's all you're giving
us? We still got... Oh.

- Okay.
- Three minutes?!

How the hell did you manage
to shave almost three minutes

off of Buck's best coffee run time?

It's called a mobile
order, Hen. Walked in

and the drinks were waiting.

This just better be oat milk.

Damn it, he even got the order right.

Club sodas,

shaken, not stirred.

For you I get, but for me?

- We're working here.
- Are we?

'Cause it feels a little
more like we're playing.

Not to say that I mind.

I'm gonna need a little vodka

- in this club soda.
- Yes, miss.

So the high rollers were over here.

There was over a million
dollars' worth of chips

right over there.

And from what I remember about the tape,

security was way over there.

- Hmm.
- All right,

let me have your purse.

Oh. It doesn't really
go with that outfit.

You don't think?

Okay, I'm the biker
bandit, you're security.

You take your position,
and as soon as I grab this,

you come after me, and
I'll try and escape.

We are taking this role-playing

a little more public than necessary.

We retrace his steps, we'll figure out

how the bandit got away.

- If you say so.
- Just remember,

it's not so much about the speed

as it is about the distance.

So if you match my
pace, it should work out.

- Then let's play.
- Let's play.

- You didn't run.
- I matched your pace.

All right, let's do it again.

Let's do it again.

Okay, all right, it happens
right around here every time

in this blind spot, so why
didn't security catch him?

Because he doubled back.

Valet and the motorcycle is over there.

And somehow he was able to leapfrog them

somewhere in here and
head out that door.

- Mm-hmm.
- I mean, the only other possibility is that door.

I just don't see how he could make it

from there to there.

Bobby, there's an entire racetrack

and grandstand out there.

Now, he could have jumped over the seats

- and doubled back out there.
- Miss? Here you go.

Thank you.

The fire extinguishers.

I can't believe I didn't
catch this before. Look.

Per code, they have to be
three feet off the ground.

Now, on his way in, our
biker bandit looks to be

- about six feet tall.
- Mm-hmm.

But when he leaves...

The robber is shorter going
out than when he came in?

He didn't double back, he had a double.

- What do you think, like, five seven, five eight?
- Yeah.

Sergeant Grant.

Didn't think you were
working this case anymore.

This is my husband, Bobby Nash.

- Just wanted to show him the place.
- Mm.

Yeah, she was telling me
all about your biker bandit.

- My what?
- The thief.

Just a little name I
came up with for him.

Did you work here then?

- I did. I was a dealer.
- Oh.

But not that morning. I was in class.

Business school. Student by day,

blackjack dealer by night.

And now you're running the place.

Well, I didn't want to
stand at a table forever.

Well, listen, while you're here,

you should check out the restaurant.

We'd be happy to comp
you both a nice meal,

a nice bottle of wine...

- Oh, well...
- That's kind. Very kind.

But we couldn't accept.

Well, if you change your mind,

you know where to find me.

- Well, that was interesting.
- Hmm.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Five seven.

Maybe five eight.

Biscobing. Rhymes with "disco king."

- You remembered.
- Not a common name.

I ran across it again this morning.

There was a Jimmy
Biscobing that was a regular

at the Fairwell back in '87.

That was my uncle.

He passed away weeks
ago from stomach cancer.

Sorry for your loss.

He gave you the chip before he died?

I found it as my dad and I
were cleaning out his place.

That's not all I found.

- Jimmy.
- You two were a thing?

No one knew.

The bosses frowned on
employees dating players.

Probably afraid you'd give
them inside information?

Like how to rob a casino, for instance?

There needed to be two of you.

One for the guards to chase out front,

and another to slip out
the back with the money.

It wasn't like we were stealing;

the casino got the chips back.

Cashing out.

We tossed the high-value
chips. We knew those were

too easy to trace.

Sorry, forgot one.

We split the rest.

I used my share to finish school,

get my MBA, move up in the company.

And Jimmy's share?

Player busts.

They got that back, too.

Am I under arrest?

There isn't anything we can do legally

about it at this point.

Believe me, I looked.

But I did speak with your employers.

Did they really have to know?

I could have retired
early, kept it quiet.

And I don't really do quiet.

Buck?

I told you not to come.

Uh, you know me.

I don't always listen.

Are you okay?

No.

I couldn't do it.

Stand up and say he deserves

a second chance when...

I'm not sure he does.

Uh, well, that-that must
have been really hard.

Like, kind of brave, though.

You know? Uh...

To admit how you, how you really feel.

He told me I was a terrible daughter.

After everything he'd done for me and...

...how he'd always been there for me,

- and I was letting him down.
- No. Hey, hey, hey, you're not.

You're not, okay?

You were doing what was right for you.

And if he can't understand that...

Maybe you should have talked to him.

Guess we both came all
this way for nothing.

There are no answers here.

That's not why I came.

I'm only here for you.

In case you needed me.

Haven't been here in forever.

Hasn't really changed much at all.

Did you used to, uh, come here a lot?

I don't remember that.

Way before your time.

So, what's going on?

I know you didn't bring
me out for pizza alone

just because.

What's this terrible news
you're about to spring on me?

It's not terrible, it's just...

Hello, Antonia.

Clive.

These are for you.

It's good to see you again, Antonia.

Thank you.

You look well.

Not as good as I looked
30 years ago, but,

then again, time does that to a man.

Well, would you like to join us, Clive?

I can find us a...

Enough, Henrietta. I'm not staying.

I'm sorry, Clive, but...
you came here for nothing.

- Antonia...
- I'm-I'm so sorry.

Let me go talk to her.

Mom! Ma, are you okay?

- I-I, I didn't mean to...
- Yes, you did!

It's who you are.

- You can never leave well enough alone.
- No, I just...

The past is the past
for a reason, Henrietta.

It's best to just leave it there.

Ah...

I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

About my parents.

Well, that's okay.

I, too, understand a
complicated family dynamic

that's hard to put into words.

After he went to prison,

I went to live with my aunt.

I'd meet new people, and
there was always this moment.

This look that would
come across their face

when they realized who I was.

It was like, you know, I could
see what they were thinking.

"Oh... you're that girl."

So when you got old
enough, you moved to a place

where no one knew that girl.

I tell other people's
stories for a living

because I hate telling my own.

Hey...

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

You okay, Ma?

I'm fine.

Are you still upset with me for, uh...

for meddling?

Just feeling a little melancholy.

That's pictures of you and me.

And Dad, not so much.

I'd like to say that was because

he was the one with the camera.

But you and I both know that's not true.

He was never there, even when he was.

It was an affair, Henrietta.

Me and Clive.

While I was married to your father.

You're not surprised.

You storming off when the man was trying

to give you flowers

was a clue.

Last time I saw Clive was 1978.

He asked me to run away with him.

You were gonna leave Dad?

I knew it was wrong, but...

when Clive talked about
the future we could have

together...

I saw it...

and I wanted it with my whole heart.

But the day I was supposed to meet him,

I...

Stood him up.

- I had my reasons.
- W-Why?

Why would you...

Wait. 1978.

Oh, Ma.

Me?

The doctor called the morning
we were supposed to go.

I was willing to leave my husband,

but I couldn't walk out
on the father of my child.

I mean, are you... Are
you even sure that Dad

- was-was-was...
- Henrietta.

This ain't Maury Povich.

Yes. I'm sure.

What's this?

Clive's number.

I wasn't sure if I should
risk your wrath again

giving it to you, but...

- now...
- Honey,

I think Clive and I are well
past our expiration date.

You don't know that.

Maybe the future that
you glimpsed back then,

maybe it's now, Ma.

And all you need to do is step into it.

You're not...

ashamed of me?

No.

I know that things were
never good with Dad,

and that you were alone and unhappy

for a long time, Ma.

So I'm not ashamed.

I'm just glad

that somebody loved you

before I did.

Thank you.

- Hey.
- We're over here.

What are you doing?

Gin. And I'm winning.

Come on. Two out of three.

You just don't know when to quit, do you?

- Well, it's good to see you two...
- What?

Doing old married couple
stuff, like playing cards?

- Mm. And solving crime. Mm-hmm.
- We're pretty good at that.

Oh, uh, this is yours.

It got mixed up with
my mail the other day.

I got that change of address filed,

so you should stop getting my mail soon.

May, you are welcome to stop by anytime.

- With some advance notice.
- Yep.

I got it. Well, I'm
meeting a friend for dinner,

- so I'm gonna take off.
- All right, well, have fun.

- Okay, bye. You, too.
- Bye.

Are we having fun?

Oh, we are about to.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Um, I'm not sure what you remember.

You saved my life.

Thank you for that.

My pleasure.

So you're sure you're not mad at me

for showing up in Oklahoma?

Well, honestly,

- I kind of love you for it.
- Great, 'cause...

What? Hey!

Don't make it weird.

I love you.

Good.

I love you, too.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Sorry I'm late.

But you're worth the wait.

Taylor Kelly.

I guess now I know all your secrets.

Actually...

Kelly is my middle name.

Ma?

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