All language subtitles for 9-1-1.lone.star.s04e14

We're doing this
in your office.

Sure, why not?

Well, I expected that maybe...
yeah, I don't know.

What, an interrogation room?

Well, you call me up
on the phone and you insinuate

that my girlfriend's husband
got murdered

right after I finished
puttin' my fist
through his chest.

You were trying to save him.

Please, take a seat.

Besides, that's not
what killed him.

None of what
I'm about to tell you

has yet been made public.

But given
the family name involved,

that's about to change,
and quickly, too.

Normally, I don't give
this level of detail

to someone who's romantically
involved with my prime suspect.

But not only do I know you,
we're about to become family.

And I just wanna
make sure that you have

all the information you need
to make wise decisions.

That's the autopsy report

of Kendra Harrington's
recently deceased husband,

Brett Collier.

-He froze to death.
Yeah, he did.

Middle of the page.

He had pulmonary edema,
fluid in the lungs.

Which means he lost the ability
to breathe before he died.

The reason he didn't
get out of that cryo chamber

is because he couldn't.

He was paralyzed.

Paralyzed how?

We have yet to identify
the neurotoxin.

Somebody wanted to make it
look like an accident.

"Somebody" being Kendra.

Nine times out of ten,
it is the spouse.

Sometimes,
it's the spouse's lover.

But you didn't kill him,
did you, Owen?

Uh, no.

And I am not her lover.

I broke it off with her
before it happened.

Oh.

Well...

did you happen
to give her a reason?

I told her I didn't wanna be
with a married woman.

Well, problem solved.

Look, Kendra's not going to
kill somebody to be with me.

Could be that she liked it.

Maybe she did it once before.

This is Logan Daniels.

Kendra Harrington's
first husband.

They got married
straight out of college.

It was short-lived,
and so was he.

He fell from a hotel balcony

while they were
honeymooning in Cancun.

Other hotel guests said they
heard raised voices, fighting.

She says she was
in the shower

and that he just had
a few too many.

Of course, his folks
didn't buy any of that BS

and, well, the federales
didn't think to ask
too many questions.

Look, you ended it with her.

That's good.

Meaning that your, uh,
association with her

ended a lot better
than it did for those guys.

My advice?

If you wanna make it
to your son's wedding,

stay away from her.

Kendra Harrington
is bad news.

Oh, hey, Cap.
Where have you been?

I've been trying
to get a hold of you.

Uh, sorry, I had my phone off.
Uh, what's up?

Your girlfriend Kendra
called the house line

and said she was trying to get
through to you on your cell,

-but she needs to speak to you--
-Okay, if she calls again,

you need to tell her
that I'm not available.

Okay, but, I--
the thing is--

No, no buts.
And tell everyone, alright?

I don't wanna get into it,

but I can't speak
to her right now.

Oops.

You shouldn't be here.

They think I murdered him,
don't they?

I'm not sure what "they"
you're talking about.

Don't, Owen.

You've been icing me ever since
you got that call at your house.

It was a cop, wasn't it?

Texas Ranger, actually.

And he's more family
than friend.

He's looking out for me.

Told you to keep your distance
from the Black Widow?

I knew it.

They've been
blowing up my phone.

The Rangers.

What are they saying?

I don't know.
I'm not answering their calls.

Why not?
What are you afraid of?

It's always the spouse,
isn't it?

Come on, Owen.
You know me.

You know I could
never hurt anybody.

Not even Logan Daniels?

The Ranger told you
about him.

He thought a dead husband
spoke to precedent.

I loved Logan.

And what happened to him
was a tragedy.

Made worse
when everyone in the world,

from the media to his family

and even some of mine,
judged me

and spread rumors
and lies about me

without a single piece
of evidence

to suggest it was anything
other than what it was.

A terrible accident.

You have to admit that
the men in your life
seem prone to them.

You know, I've never felt
as alone as I did

after Logan died,
until now.

Does it look bad to have
a second husband die suddenly?

Of course, it does.

But why would I kill Brett?

You told me yourself.
You wanted out of the marriage.

We had an ironclad prenup.

I could have sent him away
with 30 million

and never missed a penny of it.
Why would I risk it?

Maybe because
you didn't want

the publicity
of a messy divorce?

Because being a murder suspect
is so much better?

I swear on my brother's soul,

I did not do this.

I believe you.

Thank you.

It's the Rangers.

-Should I pick up?
-Don't answer it.

In fact, turn your phone off.

-Are you sure?

Whatever they're asking you now

is just to build
a case against you.

Okay. But I can't hide
from them forever.

Not forever. Just until
we can find some evidence

on who really killed Brett.

And how are we gonna do that?

Lucky for us, I know a guy.

Betrayal. Deceit.

Larceny.

Look around, friends.

Because one among you
is capable of all three.

Bro, don't you think you're
overreacting just a little?

One of my brothers, or sisters,
took something precious from me.

So tell me, Mateo,
how am I supposed to react?

Uh, we are still talking about
a pudding cup here, right?

Not a pudding cup.

My last pudding cup.

Treachery.

Especially because
all of y'all know

if I don't get
my sweet treats,
I get grumpy!

I'd say grumpy
has officially arrived.

I heard that, Nancy.

-I should get back to patrol.
-Uh-uh.

I don't hear
no radios squawkin'.

Nobody's leaving here
until the culprit is unmasked.

Alright, look, how do you know
it wasn't somebody from B-shift?

Deflecting much, TK?

I know it wasn't B-shift,
because my man Gregg

always takes the trash out
before we come in.

And what if Gregg forgot?

I have rotated the chore chart
more than a few times recently.

He didn't forget.

And your fingerprints
are all over this, Marjan.

I didn't eat
your pudding cup, Paul.

I know you didn't,

but your micromanagement
is the key to solving who did.

Now, you recently
switched the positions

of the trash can
and the recycle bin,
did you not?

I did. Last Thursday.

And this pudding cup

was found in the trash.

Now, I happen to know that
all of y'all in here recycle.

So that means that
the guilty party was not aware

that the bins
had been switched.

So that leaves
only one suspect.

Isn't that right,
Officer Reyes?

Come on, Paul.

Take off the tinfoil hat.

-It wasn't Carlos.
-He's right. It was me.

Babe.

I could say I thought
it was community,

but that would be a lie.

The truth is, I was peckish
and I wanted pudding.

And I didn't care
whose pudding I had to take

in order to get it.

And you know what?

It was delicious.

-Monster!
Paul.

You are a monster!
What?

Could we have a word?

"Looking for a reason

"to bring charges
against Jesus,

"they asked Him,
'Is it lawful to heal
on the Sabbath?'

"He said to them,

"'If any of you has a sheep

"'and it falls into
a pit on the Sabbath,

will you not take hold of it
and lift it out?'"

Thank you, Grace.

Now, what do we think
Jesus meant by that?

He's sayin', watch your step.

Thank you, Sister Lydia.

I suppose that's true.
Anyone else?

That people are better
than sheep.

Okay, but I think
there's still more

that we can mine
from this passage.

Oh, I-I think Jesus meant
that there's a greater good

than following
the letter of the law.

And sometimes there are
folk with bad intent

who will use a good law
to trip you up.

Excellent, Sister Vega.

Spoken like
a true biblical scholar.

-Oh, wow.
-Preacher's pet.

Uh, it is way past time.

Why don't we close out
in prayer?

Hm.

So... Evie, Izzy,

how did you enjoy the study?

Mm. It was okay.

-Hmm. I'll take "okay."

Oh, Reverend Parks,

you forgot your laundry
in our dryer.

Oh. Thank you.

And I promise
this is not a ploy

to get my laundry folded.

-Oh.
-Alright.

Well, that answers
one question.

Mm-hmm. Briefs.

And begs so many others.

I believe Reverend Parks

is filling her with more
than the Holy Spirit.

I think you're right. Mm!

Mm-hmm.
Look at her smiling.

Okay, so, everything okay?

Not really, Tommy,
if I'm being honest, okay?

'Cause I gotta
tell you something,

and I just didn't want
the sun to go down

on another day
without me doing so.

Well, that sounds ominous.
What's goin' on?

Okay, so, remember
the other day at Bible study

when Trevor, uh,

his unmentionables
fell to the floor?

-You caught that? Oh.
Mm-hmm.

And not just me,
but Lydia and Janice,

that whole little old lady gang
that they have.

And I overheard them
saying some unkind things.

How unkind are we talking?

Lydia said that she believed
that the pastor

was filling you with more than
just the Holy Spirit.

You know, I... I gotta
hand it to that old bird.

That's good.

-Tommy.
-That's good.

No. No, it's not funny.

-Oh, come on. Yes, it is.
-Uh, no, listen,

they cannot just be
gossiping and talking about you,

and disrespecting you like that.

-Who cares?
Well, uh--

Well, I care for one, okay?
As your friend.

And you should care
because they are on a group chat

with, like,
half the congregation, T.

Alright, okay, just.
Let's... Wait a minute.

Um...

Do you remember
when I-I brought you my concerns

about dating our pastor

and how that would
set the hens to clucking

and, well, who was it
that told me to let them cluck?

-Oh, that was me.
-Hmm.

I told you that, okay?

And I meant it when I said it.

But not in front of me, okay?

I do not like hearing them
talk about you like that, okay?

I'm-I'm sorry.

Alright. Okay. Honey.

If it makes you
so uncomfortable,

then you should say something.

Well, I could say something.

-Good. Go for it.
-Eh, well, I might.

You have my blessing.

Okay, so, like,
let's say I go in there

and I do set them straight--

Yes.

Which I'm probably going to.

-Okay, good.
-Okay?

Hmm.
-So...

I guess I'm just trying
to make sure that I am, in fact,

uh, setting them straight.

Gracie.

Mm-hmm?

Did you just ask me
if I'm sleeping with our pastor?

Me--

Tommy...

No, ma'am. Okay?

That is not something
I would ever

just come out
and ask you like that.

That's-- It's your business.

That's right.

But you--

I mean, you're not
gonna tell me, though?

Okay.

I think that you should do

whatever you think
you need to do.

Mm-hmm?
-And, um, well, I'm just

gonna keep doing
what I'm doing.

Whatever that may be.

Okay.

Now you say your husband
was just getting in this thing
the last time you saw him?

Yes. I told him it was
a bad idea with his broken arm,

but he didn't wanna hear it.

And this toxin the cops say
they found in his system,

they haven't said what it was?

No, just that it was poison,

but the poison
didn't kill him.

Yeah, because
he froze to death first.

Interesting.

-Hmm.
-What, you see something?

No, it's what I don't see,
that's what's interesting.

I mean, look, there's
no scratch marks on the door.

No dents, there's no
scuff marks down here.

I mean,
the only signs of distress

are from where
we popped it open
with the Halligan.

So you're saying
he didn't try to get out?

No. Whatever he
was dosed with,

when it hit him,
it hit him fast.

-Incapacitated him.
-So you're saying

someone must have
come in here

while I was out on my run
and poisoned him?

No. No, uh...

My best guess is that
he was poisoned

20, 30 minutes before
he even got in that thing.

He didn't even know
he was dosed.

Great.

So all we've managed to do
is discredit my alibi,

because the only person
who was in the house with him

at that time was me.

Kendra, it's a big house.

Somebody could have
been in here

and you'd never have known.

Hey, these security cameras,

-you have 'em
all over the property?
-Yes.

Okay, then we need to see all
the footage from that afternoon.

Maybe we'll catch
the real killer on his way in

after you went for your run.

-Shh.

-You hear that?

Brady.

Aw. Hey, Brady.

How are you doing, buddy?

Anytime Brett travels,
he curls up on his clothes

and waits for Daddy
to come home.

Wonder if he knows
he's never coming home.

-You think he wants a treat?
-Yeah.

Uh, Brett keeps 'em stashed
all over the house.

Over here, right?

Of course, you did.

Brett.

Obstinate jerk.

Every year I make him promise
not to get me anything,

and every year he breaks it.

It's my birthday Saturday.

Oh.

Uh, Cap?

-Isn't that, uh--
-Texas Rangers.

Texas Rangers. Open up.

That's her vehicle.

Or one of them.

Anything?

-Plenty, but not
anything we need.
-Not yet.

I'm still working on the theory

that your husband
was poisoned 20 to 30 minutes

before he got
in the cryo chamber,

which was around 3:30.

When I left for my run.

Yeah, so the pool cleaners
were done by 2:20.

Lawn guys by 3:00.

And you say that
your housekeeper was off?

-Yes.
-That's it.

I mean, I don't see
anybody else in the proximity,

much less entering
or exiting the house.

Let's expand the timeline.

Well, Cap, if he had been dosed

more than 30 minutes
before he got in that thing,

Kendra would have
seen the signs.

Maybe the poison
was slower acting.

Alright, so let's go back
to the beginning

and look at everything.

Okay, we can do that.

-Oh.

-That's the Pad Thai.

This is Gabriel.

Hey, Gabriel.

Uh, I am out
running some errands,

um, getting some Thai food.

Yeah, well, um,
how can I help... you?

Ran into the delivery guy
in the driveway.

He was admiring
that fancy orange Porsche

you got parked there.

What do I owe ya?

How about an explanation?

Hey, hey, Cap.

I got something
you should see here.

Uh, guys?

-Hi.
-You know Major Reyes,
Texas Ranger.

Paul Strickland.

You recruited one of your
firefighters into this mess?

-He sees things.
-Hmm.

Miss Harrington,
you're a hard one to find.

Uh, my phone's off.

Is it?

Hey, Major, uh,
before you read her her rights,

I really think there's something
you should see here.

Alright, so Brett Collier
leaves his house

at 11:38 yesterday morning.

He's taking the dog
for a walk.

Yeah, and then he returns
about an hour later

at 12:46.

So what's that
supposed to prove exactly?

I think that it's in that hour

that he was dosed
with the neurotoxin

that caused him
to get trapped in that chamber.

-He seems fine.
-Yeah, he seems fine.

But look.

Oh, that's not a sad dog.
It's a sick dog.

Exactly. I think something
happened in the time between

when he left with the dog
and when he came back.

So you're saying
whoever poisoned

Brett Collier
poisoned the dog, too?

So why is the dog still alive?

Well, you said
it wasn't the poison

that killed Brett, remember?

Yeah.

I said it to you.

But it's true.

The poison didn't kill him.
It just incapacitated him.

You think the dog
met the killer?

I don't know.
We should ask him.

And take him to the vet.

Who knew the reverend
could cut a rug?

Oh, I'm just
following your lead.

Now, aren't you feeling just
the least bit guilty right now?

-What for?
-Well, the girls are in school,

and most grown-ups
are at work.

And here we are...

on a day date.

-Your boyfriend
has to work Sundays.
-Hmm.

He's allowed to take
a Thursday afternoon off.

Oh.

-Oh, nice.

Okay, but see...

Thursdays are supposed
to be my cardio day.

Well, let's see
what we can do

about getting
that heart rate up.

Mm.

-Mm-hmm.
Mm.

-Hmm. Careful.

We don't wanna make
truth-tellers out of those...

old little
chatty biddies at church.

-What do you mean?
-Mm, no.

Nothing. Forget it.

Have people been talking?

Um...

I mean...
inevitably, yes.

Okay.

Um...

Grace overheard
Lydia and Janice

and a-a few of the other
busybodies gossiping.

-About us?
-Yeah.

Okay, you can't--

You can't say you're surprised.

Um, this is why I hesitated

before saying yes
on our first date.

We knew tongues would wag.
We decided we didn't care.

I don't remember deciding that.

What are they saying?

Does it matter?

Yes, it matters.

-Huh.
-Lydia's husband is
on the board of elders.

Trust me, Tommy, it matters.

They're saying
I've crossed a line?

Uh, no. More like, uh,
you were dragged across it,

by a scarlet woman.

Well, that's not okay.

It's water
off a scarlet duck's back.

Okay.

I don't care what those
fish wives are saying about me.

And it's nobody's business
what happens between us.

I'm a pastor of a congregation.

It is their business.

-We've done nothing wrong.
-Doesn't matter.

It's like they say, a lie
goes halfway around the world

before the truth
gets its pants on.

But you've kept your
pants on the whole time.

-Trevor.
You don't
understand, Tommy.

This is...

This is why I had to leave
the pastorate in Kansas.

It started with the gossip.

Nasty rumors swirling around
about my wife

and the choir director.

It was humiliating
for her, for him, for me,

and most of all, for Melody.

Oh, poor kid.

The worst part?
It was all true.

"For if a man know
not how to rule his own house,

how shall he take care
of the church of God?"

I will never forget
that passage.

The elder board quoted it to me
when they removed me as pastor.

I am-- I'm so sorry
you had to go through that.

I can't let it
happen again, Tommy.

I can't let it happen
to Melody again.

No, of course not.

Oh.

Tommy.

These past few months
have been incredible.

I have never met
anyone like you before.

Oh, and you never will again.

I know.

I know.

Don't let them
do this to you.

Don't let them do this to us.

I'm sorry.

Hmm.

That's interesting.

What's that, Cap?

It says here that you can

feed your bearded dragon
live grubs.

The boys just got one.
Bearded dragon.

And, uh, they hate feeding it
the live crickets.

Have you met him?

The bearded dragon,
not Carlos, obviously.

I know what you're trying to do.

Don't bother.

I'm not here
as your consuegro.

I'm here purely on business.

Consuegro?
What is that?

It means in-law.

But the English
really doesn't do it justice.

I'm looking for Brady's owner.

-Kendra.
Hmm.

Uh, that's me. Is he okay?

I don't see
any hemorrhaging or vomiting.

Brady has depressed respiration
and impaired motor function.

I usually only see symptoms
like that in farm dogs.

Farm dogs?
What gets them sick?

-Pesticides, usually.
Oh.

Does that sound like something
he could have access to?

Is there something
you wanna tell us?

She said, "A shed."

Most guys have a man cave,

Brett had this.

Your husband
was a horticulturist?

He called this
his Zen space.

I can see why.
This is an exquisite collection.

Pteris fern.

Calathea roseopicta.

"Kendra plant."

He named one after you?

It's a Nepenthes.

Brett had a dark sense of humor.

It's carnivorous.

Not the most
flattering comparison

a husband could make
concerning his wife.

I never claimed we had
a perfect relationship.

Well, I never assumed you did.

Well, looky what we have here.

Carbamate-based insecticide.

"Muscle paralysis,
suffocation or death."

In concentrated form,
that's your murder weapon.

Maybe.
Maybe?

What else are we looking for?

Those are all the symptoms.

What, the killer just
left it for us to find?

That's convenient.
And I don't trust convenient.

It's a greenhouse.
There'd be insecticide.

Or maybe it has nothing
to do with our case.

Alright, well, I'll just have
forensics sweep the place

and test any toxins

against what we found
in Mr. Collier's system.

It's going to be a match.

I know who did this.

I know who killed
Kendra's husband.

Who?

Kendra's husband.

Really?
Kendra's husband.

He killed himself.
How do you figure?

Security footage showed him

leaving his house
the morning of his death

and then returning
about an hour later.

I think he came here.

I think after getting
his arm crushed under the SUV,

he needed a little
horticulture therapy.

Was your husband right-handed?

Yes.

So he was working
with one wing,

and it wasn't
his dominant one.

So it looks like

he tried to fill
his little mister bottle here,

made a mess of it

and got the contaminant
all over himself.

Now, an interesting fact about
carbamate-based toxins is

they don't need to be ingested
for them to kill you.

You get enough of it
on your skin, absorb it,

it'll do the same thing.

-It'll just take longer.

It's an interesting theory.

More than a theory.

We have a witness.

-The dog.
-The dog.

The dog didn't
get into the poison.

The poison got into the dog

the same way
it got into Brett,

through his skin.

-He pet the dog.
-Brett pet the dog.

But by the time he did,

he had already wiped
most of it off.

Or rubbed it in.

Which is why Brady
only got a little bit sick.

But your husband absorbed
a significant amount.

I doubt he even really
realized anything was wrong

until the paralytic took hold
and he couldn't breathe.

But by then it was too late,
and the only thing he could do,

was freeze to death.

-Who are you calling?

The lab.
And the medical examiner.

Well, I guess
whatever happened in Kansas

must have been pretty bad.

Well, it ended in divorce

and caused him to relocate
to another state, so...

Oh, Gracie, you were right.

Gossip.
It's-it's an insidious thing.

And it doesn't matter
if it's true or not.

I mean, we may as well
have done the deed

for all the good
our restraint did us.

Okay. Alright.

Yes. Yes. Still pure.

-Yeah.
And still
nobody's business.

Oh, yes, ma'am.

Uh, you're right.
I never said it was.

But, listen, I think I'm...

I think I may have to start
shopping for a new home church.

-Tommy. Stop it.
-T, come on.

No, guys, no,
I-I-I can't go back there.

No, y-- He couldn't look me
in the eye when he left.

I'm supposed
to face that every Sunday?

No, and, and who wants
to be lectured to...

for an hour every week
by the guy that dumped you?

I'm not sure we can say
that he dumped you, Tommy,

because it sounds like
he's just having a weak moment,

which doesn't mean...

that you also
have to be having one.

Well, according to the ME,

the insecticide
is a perfect match

for the toxins found
in Brett's system.

And the forensics lab just found
traces of it on the sling

and the soft cast
he was wearing.

Which confirms that Brett
poured it on himself.

Exactly what Paul said.

You knocked this outta the park,

Firefighter Strickland.

I told you he was the best.

Uh, so-so what does this mean
for the investigation?

It means
the investigation's over.

We're officially ruling it
as an accidental death.

You're free to go.

Thank you.

-Thank you all.
-Oh, you're welcome.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

I appreciate that, Major.

Hey, Owen, why don't you
uh, stick around a second?

Well, I guess that proves

that our training
isn't always right.

Sometimes when there's smoke,
there is no fire,

and you don't have to thank me.

Thank you?

What I'd like to do
is charge you.

Charge me with what?

How about interfering
with an investigation?

Or obstruction of justice?

Except if I do that,
I'd have to charge myself, too,

because I'm the idiot
who trusted a guy

not to wag his tongue
with confidential information.

Come on, Gabriel.
No justice was obstructed here.

Come on,
we solved the case for you.

I mean, not that
you wouldn't have...
eventually.

Like it or not, you and me,
we're gonna be related soon.

So let's get one thing clear.

The next time you decide
to go behind my back,

you better have the cojones
to do it to my face.

See you at the wedding.

-Hey.
-Hi.

Is that spare bedroom
still open?

I don't think I can sleep alone
in that house tonight.

Sure. Come in.

And...

just to get everything out
on the table,

is it okay if for now
we keep things friends?

I'd be shocked
if you didn't need time.

And I never turn
my back on a friend.

Particularly when the friend
is bringing booze.

Actually, that's from Brett.

I went back and opened
that gift bag we found.

Mm-hmm?
-That's what was in it.

London Dry. Nice.

Brett and I met in London,

and that's where
he first introduced me to it.

I think we should
pour one out for Brett.

I'd like that.

I'll get the glasses.

I thought before
we start game night,

we could make
a very special 126 toast

-to the man of the hour, Paul.
Hey!

Come on, guys.
You don't have to do that.

Yes, we do.

You keep an innocent woman
out of jail,

raise a glass in your honor.

And not for nothing.
You saved my dad's love life,
so...

To Paul.

The man who sees it all.

Hear, hear.

Well, thank you.
I appreciate it.

But you don't
seem happy about it.

What's eating at you?

I don't know,
it's...

You know, like,
when you just finish a puzzle

and there's a piece missing

and you just can't stop
thinking about it?

Yeah. So what's
the missing piece?

I don't know, it's just
buried in my brain.

Wait, you guys,
I just realized in this case,

it actually was
the one-armed man that did it,

but he did it to himself.

It's kinda wild, right?

Brett was an odd duck,

but he seemed like a nice guy.

Yeah. I mean, who rotates
their wife's tires?

Now, that's true love.

Well, it was
her birthday, so...

Baby, if you ever decide

that it's
an appropriate birthday gift

to rotate my tires,

know that it is not.

Alright, Paul, set it up.

No, it was her birthday.

-What?
-Her birthday! That's it. Th--

I found the last piece.

-Oh, my God.

Uh...

Hey, Paul. What's up?

Hey, uh, listen, you gotta
get a hold of Kendra.

-What's going on?
Remember that bottle

of birthday something
that she found
stashed in her bedroom?

Uh, yeah?

Yeah, tell her not to open it.

Why?
Because I think
Brett poisoned it.

I think he was trying
to kill her all along.

-Do not let her drink it.
-She just did.

-What?
Wait a minute.
What? What? She's with you?

Oh...

Hey, Cap.
-Owen, I...

I don't feel so...

Oh. Owen.

I don't...

I don't feel so...

Kendra!

-Look at me. Look at me.
Can you?

Uh, Mateo, Mateo,
I need you to call 9-1-1, okay?

Tell them to send a RA unit
to Captain Strand's house

and tell them they have a victim
who just ingested a lethal dose

of carbamate-based insecticide.

Alright, yo, Cap.

Kendra, Kendra, it's okay.

Captain Strand?
-Look at me. Look at me.

-Can you hear me?
-Owen, I...

Hey, Cap.
-Call 9-1-1!

Cap, I already did.
Okay, rescue's on the way.

And in the meantime,
I have Nancy and TK here, okay?

Dad. What's her symptoms?
Is she still conscious?

Okay.

-Okay. It's alright.
Dad?

Eyes are open.
Pupils are pinpoint.

She's losing motor function
pretty quickly.

That's the paralytic
taking hold.

You need to turn her head
to the side

to make sure she doesn't choke.

Um...

-Okay. Done.

Alright.
So how's her breathing?

Do you see her chest rising?

Respiration's slowing.

Kendra!

She stopped breathing.

Yo, Mateo, where's the bus?

They're saying three minutes.

Starting rescue breaths.

Whoa, Dad, Dad, do not do that.

The poison is on her lips.
It will kill you, too.

Then tell 'em to get ready
for two victims.

No, Dad!

Dad?

Come on, come on,
you gotta breathe.

Dad.
-You gotta breathe.

-I'm right here.

Austin EMS.

We're coming in.

Guys, I'm in here.

Step aside, please.

We got it from here, sir.
We got it from here.

Quickly. Let's set up
right over here.

We need to get her vitals.

I'll start BVM.

Start a line.
Push a mill of atropine.

Get the pulse ox. Quick.

Let's get the IV going.

Pulse ox secured.

It's at 83.
Dropping.

IV secured.

We're losin' her.

Go again.

Getting no response.

Heart rate is slowing.

Dad?

We're losing vitals.

Dad, answer me.

I've got voluntary respirations.

-She's coming back.

Let's prep her for transport.

How do you feel?

Dizzy, and really nauseous.

But I'm glad to see you.

Owen, what you did for me--

It was no big deal.

I literally gave you
the kiss of death.

I can think of
worse ways to go.

Oh. And there
are three of them.

So, um, walk me through it
one more time.

Alright,
which part is confusing?

The beginning and-and the stuff
in the middle.

And the end.

-Oh, come on, Dad.

-It's so simple.
-I had no trouble following it.

It really is
pretty straightforward, Owen.

You're saying that Paul's theory
on the case is all wrong?

What? No.
My theory was rock solid.

But you're saying
there was no murderer.

-There wasn't.
-Then why am I
in a hospital bed?

Are you dead?

Well, that's a good point.

Brett was a would-be killer.

He tried and failed
more than once.

O-Okay, but how do you know?

-The bolt cutters.
-The bolt cutters?

The bolt cutters we found
in the greenhouse.

Who uses bolt cutters
to prune exotic plants?

-Nobody.
Exactly.

So then I thought back
to the accident.

-In the cryo chamber.

The other one.

Oh. When-when he spilled
the-the poison on himself.

Before that.

In the... car?

Yes.

I always found it odd

that a guy worth
over a billion dollars

was rotating his own tires.

Except he wasn't.

Kendra was the only one
who drove that car.

So then it dawned on me,

what if he was actually
trying to cut the brake line?

The bolt cutters.

It would explain why his arm

-got crushed by the chassis...

...and not the wheel well.

It's an interesting theory.

After Paul walked me through it,

I checked with the mechanic.

It's confirmed.

Brakes were cut.

And he only had to
walk you through this once?

So, I-I understand
how the bolt cutters
get you to the car,

but how does the car
get you to the gin bottle?

I just figured if a guy
is trying to murder his wife,

why would he buy her
an expensive bottle of gin
for her birthday?

To be used
in the next attempt.

And the bottom circumference
of that type of gin bottle

just happens to be
9.42 centimeters,

which is about the same size
as that ring stain

we found on his work table.

So I was right about
how he spilled it on him,

just wrong about
what he was spilling it into.

Thank God for you,
Strickland.

Okay, so what about motive?

You don't need to prove motive
to close a case.

Yeah, but the ending isn't
as satisfying without one.

Well, I mean, I can think of
about two billion motives.

He didn't
do it for the money.

He did it because he loved me.

And he finally realized
I didn't love him.

Something changed.

Owen walked into my world,
and things kinda blew up.

Owen tends to have that effect.

But then when
the chips are down,
he comes through.

The last time we spoke,
I implied that you were

lacking in intestinal fortitude.

Clearly, I was wrong.

Yeah, I think the word
you used was "cojones."

That does sound more like you.

Well, peace offering.

-You can check the seal.
I'll do you better.

Why don't you take
the first drink?

-You know, Gabriel, I think

we're gonna be
great consuegros.

Me, too.

Consuegros?

It's like in-laws.

Only better.

You okay?

Yeah. It's just, um...

It's not the same without
T and the girls, that's all.

No, it ain't.

-Oh, say amen.

Amen.
Thank you.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Whoo!

That was some joyful noise

worthy of the mountaintop.

Amen!

At this time, uh, Sister Lydia
will come to the pulpit

and read for us Paul's letter.

Uh, to the, um...

Oh, my God.

Keep your seat, sister.

Oh, my God.

You won't mind if I do
the reading today, will you?

I feel the Holy Spirit
calling me.

Thank you, Reverend.

I woke up this morning

with some passages
in my head

that I, uh, I hope
will inspire you all

this fine morning.

Enjoy.

"They learn to be idle
wandering from house to house.

"And not only idle
but tattlers speaking things

"which they ought not.

"Keep thy tongue from evil

"and thy lips
from speaking guile.

"Whoever secretly slanders
his neighbor,

"him, I will destroy.

"The one who has
a haughty look

"and a proud heart,

him, I will not endure."

Which, I-I think is-is
God's way of saying,

"If you can't say
something nice,

keep your damn mouth shut."

Lydia.

Janice.

Oh, and you,
with the funny hat,

whose name
I can't ever remember.

-Uh, Tommy?

I'm not finished.

Out there in the world,

there is plenty of pain
and tragedy

and just plain meanness
to go around.

I see it every day on the job.

I'm out there fighting it.

But when we come
through those doors,

we should leave
those things outside.

I shouldn't feel like
I have to fight it in here too.

But I will.

But what I will not do
is I will not be shamed.

And I will not be driven
from this place.

Amen.
Mm-hm.

Alright.

Reverend, you can
have your pulpit back.

Get it, Dad.

I love you, Tommy Vega.

It's a hot mic.

That's my friend.

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