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SADIE:
My girlfriends keep telling me
a new face won't win him back.

Who says I want him back?
I don't. I want me back.

Actually, I want the 35-year-old
version of me back.

You think you'll be able to
knock 15 years or so off me?

Without a doubt.

Just don't make me look
like a duck.

(power tool whirring)

What are you planning
to use on me?

They're just doing some
construction next door.

Relax. Breathe normally.

Count backwards from ten,
and when you wake up,

you'll be ten years younger.

Fifteen.

(hammering outside)

Ten,

(echoing, distorting):
nine,

eight, seven...

-(classical piano playing)
-Are we done?

Doctor? Mm.

How do I look?

Hello?

(screaming)

(phone ringing in distance)

CHIMNEY:
What are we thinking?
Gas leak?

HEN:
Could be some pathogen.

World's a crazy place
these days.

BOBBY:
Negative for combustibles
as of now.

Masks stay on
for the duration.

BUCK:
Where is everyone?
It's too quiet.

Got one over here.

She's got a pulse.

Pupillary response... normal.

SADIE:
Help! Please help!

Please help me.

Oh, help me.
They're crushing me.

Okay, Buck, give me a hand
over here.

Chimney, you check on her.

-Wha-Wha-What's wrong?
-Stop, stop, stop!

-Don't touch your face.
Don't touch your face.
-What the...?

Ma'am, it just looks like
the staff here

just wasn't 100% done
before they lost consciousness.

You're still under the effects
of the general anesthesia,

which is good.

Okay, we're gonna keep you
nice and numb.

But I'm gonna need to put a cold
compress on your face, okay?

Is there a stitch loose?

BOBBY:
Look, you're probably
gonna feel cold,

but you're not gonna
feel any pain.

We've got to preserve
as much tissue as possible

when we travel you
to a hospital.

Tissue?
Oh, my face is off!

-My face is off!
-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Same symptoms over here, Cap.

She's sleeping like a baby,
but she's stable.

(Sadie gasping)

BOBBY:
They run the anesthesia lines

through the walls
in these places, don't they?

What are you thinking,
a leak or a rupture?

Yeah, then why isn't she out?

BOBBY:
Looks like she's receiving
oxygen from the nasal cannula.

Eddie, you copy?

-Yeah, Cap.
-What's your status?

Found a couple more patients
in back.

-Also stable.
-I'm gonna send Chim your way.

You guys see if you can
locate the tank supply room.

You turn anything off that's got
a knob or a valve in this place.

A pipe must have busted, yeah?

Probably the construction guys.

You saw construction guys?

I heard 'em, right before
I went under.

I don't hear anything now.

EDDIE:
I got this guy over here.

Chimney, grab the guy
on the table.

CHIMNEY:
On it.

-Sir, can you hear me?
-Stable here.

This one's breathing.

(grunting)
This guy won't budge.

EDDIE:
Cap, found our leak.

Okay, let's see what
we have here.

-Plugging the leak now.
-BOBBY: Copy that, Eddie.

CHIMNEY:
Right. So there's that.
Hey, Eddie,

I need your help over here.
Grab some tools.

What do you need?
Saws? Jaws?

Wrench. We'll have to
travel him with the blade.

Easy. Easy.

Okay, that's got to sting.

MAN (weakly):
Measure twice, cut once.

(groaning)

Just lie still, buddy,
we got you.

EDDIE:
Okay, we're good here.
Let Mercy General know

we're ten out.

Measure twice, cut...
(groans)

Make a hole. Critical.

Don't worry, we're gonna
take you to the hospital

and they will fix you right up.

You'll still get
your new beginning

with your new face.

I'd be happy if I could
just have the old one back.

(door opens)

We're here.

Uh, they're not here yet.

-Ah.
-Hey, you can still
make your escape.

Uh, you know what,
just put your stuff away

before your grandparents
get here.

-Yeah.
-Right?

Oh, this is nice.

Very, very impressive.

Well, impressive is what
I'm going for, so thank you.

Can you stay?
Will you join us?

Oh, hell no, thank you.

Beatrice has never been
a fan of mine.

You have no earthly idea

what is about to happen
to you, do you? (laughs)

Tell 'em I said hi.

We're here.

-Oh, man.
-HARRY: Grandma! Grandpa!

-How I have missed these faces.
-(laughs)

You still here?

I thought you'd
drop the kids and run.

Well, they wouldn't
jump out of the car

-while it was still rolling.
-Oh...

Remember, no matter
what happens,

they leave on Saturday.

(indistinct chatter)

Beatrice, how you doing?
It's good to see you.

Michael, what a pleasant
surprise.

I didn't know you'd be here.

Uh, Mama, uh, Daddy,
this is Bobby.

Hi.

-Pleasure to meet you,
Mr. Carter.
-Oh, no need for that.

Christian names'll do.
Call me Samuel.

Will do.

Boy, that's a good-looking
spread. (chuckles)

-He living here already?
-Uh, no, ma'am.

Not until after the wedding.

And it's a pleasure
to finally meet you.

You're very... tall.

So, Michael,

-will your husband
be joining us?
-Oh, no.

Uh, Glenn and I aren't
actually married.

Mm. Of course you're
not married yet.

You're barely divorced.

-Uh, Saturday, you said?
-Mm-hmm.

There you go.
Just keep that tight. Nice.

You are on fire with that
sassy new haircut.

-Sassy?
-Yeah.

Okay, let's, uh, let's work on
that two-three-two combo.

Okay, I want you to be ready
with that devastating hook

is you ever see Doug again.

Whoa. That is not why
I'm doing this.

Really? You, uh,
you don't want to kick

your abusive ex's ass someday?

'Cause I would.

I'm not doing anything
for Doug anymore, okay?

This is just the next chapter
in Maddie's fresh start.

Come on, haircut, apartment,

dispatcher of the month.
I don't know if you heard.

About a thousand times.
Come on.

Oh, is that what this is about?
I'm thriving,

and you can't handle it.

-I'm great.
-Oh, yeah, you're doing great.

You're still sleeping
in my dining room.

By the way, what happened
to Earthquake Girl?

Your trash talk sucks.

Ali's around.

We're taking it slow.

She's, uh, she's in New York
on business.

Why is it that
every girl you date

wants to either flee the state
of the country?

At least when I date someone,
I date them.

What's your excuse?

-What are you talking about?
-Uh-huh.

-How's Chimney?
-(exhales)

Chimney? We're friends.

Except, ooh,
you want to date him.

-I never told you that.
-Oh, you didn't have to.

Your fists are saying it.
Intensity and speed

notched up, like, 20%
the second I mentioned his name.

Okay, easy.
Let me ask you this.

You're doing so well,
you're-you're "thriving."

Why can't you just date the guy?

CHIMNEY:
I don't know.

I mean, we like the same things,

we laugh at the same jokes.

Even better, she laughs
at all mine,

and I'm not even that funny.

You don't think she's seeing
anybody else, do you?

No. I'm telling you, her ex
really did a number on her.

I'm not saying he ruined her
for anybody else, but...

Come on, man, no hook-ups?

-No foreplay, nothing?
-No.

Right now we're all awkward hugs
and funny glances.

A screwball comedy
without the screw?

Corner pocket.

CHIMNEY:
Oh, too bad.

So, maybe it's time you moved on
to greener pastures.

Take the hint.

Well, that's the thing about me.

-I'm bad with hints.
I even suck at Pictionary.
-Yeah.

You know you've been singing
the same sad song

about this woman ever since
we started coming here?

I'm starting to think
I should have mailed that wallet

back to you after I found it,

instead of returning it
in person

and striking up
this misguided friendship.

Well, honestly, the only reason
I keep coming here with you is

I know there was a $20 bill
in that wallet when I lost it,

and I'm just trying
to win it back.

Ooh.

* Oh, yeah. *

TORRIE:
Mom, you're not
listening to me.

SHELLY:
It is a little small, sure.

But it's a great school.

It's not small, Mom, it's tiny.

I want the real
college experience.

Tailgates and football games.
New scenery.

You want parties.

University of Miami
is a party school.

I don't want parties,
I want a fresh start.

A new beginning. That's why
people go away to college,

to leave behind the lame-ass
they were in high school.

-Honey, who called you
a lame-ass?
-(horn honking)

-Mom! Mom! Look out!
-(tires screeching)

(man screaming)

(sirens wailing)

-(man screaming)
-(indistinct chatter)

LAFD. Make room!

BUCK:
What the hell?

WOMAN:
Tiger shark.

We were transporting her
for release into the wild.

Truck jackknifed.

-Jaws!
-Right.

Oh, right. Those Jaws. Jaws!

I'm on it.

(man grunting)

(yelling)

How'd his arm get in there?

Diego was trying to get
what water was left

in our pump system.

She can't breathe without it!

-How much time
does she have left?
-Minutes.

Uh, do we wait that long
or, just, you know...

No, no, don't kill her!

She's come so far. (grunts)

All right, guys, we're gonna
do this really carefully.

All right, come on.
Let's get in there.

(man continues grunting)

All right, let's get him
transported, now!

Nice and easy.

Don't let her die.

-Please.
-CHIMNEY: Breathe easy.
You're gonna be fine.

Let's get him up!

("Touch of Grey"
by the Grateful Dead playing)

* Must be getting early *

* The clocks are running late *

* Paint by number morning sky *

* Looks so phony *

-* Dawn is breaking everywhere *
-(siren wailing)

* Light a candle,
curse the glare *

* Draw the curtains,
I don't care *

* 'Cause it's all right *

* I will get by *

* I will get by *

* I will get by... *

* I will survive *

All right, coming down quick.

Here we go.

Keep it steady.

A little more.

That's it. Keep it coming!

* Sorry that you feel
that way... *

That's far enough.

-Halt!
-That's it, a little more slack.

* Touch of grey *

Careful, careful!

* I will get by *

Okay, she's down.
She's in the water.

(quietly):
Come on, swim.

You see her? Where is she?

* I will survive *

(laughs)

* We will get by *

Hey, too bad Diego
is missing it!

He's not missing anything!

* We will get by... *

* We will survive *

* We will get by. *

I don't understand why
your mother would reorganize

the entire kitchen
while we're at work.

Oh, she said it was
impossible for her

to find anything
in this kitchen.

So she retaliated
by making it impossible

for us to find anything?

-Found it.
-Ah. Thank you.

Ooh, the dress is lovely.

-Very elegant. (chuckles)
-Thank you.

-Did you pick that out?
-Yeah.

(Samuel muttering)

What is this?

BOBBY:
Oh, that is Harry's
science project.

Michael had that conference, so
I was helping him out with it.

Harry was supposed to put it
away, but tell you what--

I will move it.

That boy has you
wrapped around his finger.

You do know someday soon

you're gonna have to go
from being best buddy Bobby

to stepdad Bobby.

You are right.
I will have him put it away.

If you can help me find
the damn cheese grater, please.

I'm sorry to interrupt, guys.

Hey, Harry. I need you to clear
the table so we can eat.

Okay. In a minute.

No, not in a minute. Now.

-Please.
-Who are you to give orders?

They are not your children,

and you are not their father.

I was very sorry to hear
about your family's situation,

but my grandchildren
are not your consolation prize.

-Kids.
-I'm sorry, I...

(door closes in distance)

Apologize, Mama.

BOBBY:
It's all right, Athena,

-she doesn't have...
-Yeah, she does.

If she wants to stay
in this house tonight, she does.

(takes deep breath)

I'm sorry I said that
in front of the children.

You shouldn't have
said it at all.

It is none of your business.

I am tired

of you deciding
what's my business, Athena.

You didn't tell me
you were seeing this man,

much less that he proposed.

Just like last year.

My baby May almost died,

and you didn't say a word
for over a month?

Because she is not
your baby girl. She's mine.

And Michael and I needed

to focus all of our energy
and our attention on her,

-not you.
-I would have wanted to help.

You never want to help.

You just want to tell me
where I screwed up.

Because you never learn.

You just jump into everything
without thinking it through,

without considering
the consequences.

"I'm gonna move to Los Angeles."

"I'm gonna drop out
of law school."

"I'm gonna become a cop."

"I'm gonna marry a gay man."

"I'm gonna marry a white man."

Sometimes I think

it's a miracle
those kids are alive...

-(stammering)
-Okay, that's enough.

SAMUEL:
Bobby's right.

Now, we all
should just take a minute,

let things calm down.

Sir, with all due respect,

I have to say that your daughter
is an amazing woman

and a damn good mother,

and she does not deserve
to be spoken to

that way in her own home.

Your mother was out of line.

Bea...

I think you should
say something to your daughter.

(sighs)

We'll leave in the morning.

*

-911. What is your emergency?
-BOY: Um... hi.

Hello? This is 911.
Who's this?

Um, Stevie.

Okay, Stevie, my name is Maddie.

Where are you calling from?

Our house.
1963 Aldrich Drive, Glendale.

What's going on?

It's... it's my dad.

Your dad? Is he hurt?

What? No.

No, he did a bad thing.

Stevie, are you hurt?

Me? No.

-It's, uh...
-MAN: Stevie!

Give me that phone!
(continues indistinctly)

Hi. Who is this?

This is 911 emergency services.

You called 911?

(sighs) Oh, boy.

This is a little embarrassing,
but my son here,

he got himself into some
trouble, and now he's grounded,

and apparently that constitutes
a life-and-death situation

when you're 13 years old.

I can't tell you how sorry I am
that we wasted your time.

It happens. Uh, are you sure
that everyone's okay?

No, yeah, everyone's fine.
Yes, thank you.

Although I know
somebody whose grounding

just got a little bit longer.

Sorry to have bothered you.

(line clicks)

Hey.

So, I kind of got
a disturbing call.

-Disturbing how?
-Well, it was a kid who said

that his dad
had done something bad,

but before he could tell me
what happened,

the dad got on the line
and said that the kid

had been grounded
and it was nothing.

And you think there
was more to it than that?

Honestly...

I'm not sure.

Well, why don't you request
a welfare check.

Have the police take a look,
see if Dad's story checks out,

give yourself
some peace of mind.

Right.

And stop questioning
your instincts.

You're coming into your own
without even realizing it.

Thank you.

(doorbell rings)

(indistinct radio chatter)

-Oh, you got to be kidding me.
-Mr. Eric Parnell?

-That's right.
-I'm Sergeant Grant
for the LAPD.

I'm here to follow up on a 911
call made from this address.

May I come in?

Sure. Of course. Please.

Can't believe they really
sent someone out for this.

I explained to the 911 operator
that my son...

Sir, where is your son?

I'd like to speak with him
if I could.

Sure.

Just a minute.

ERIC:
Sergeant?

Stevie, this is Sergeant Grant.

Do you know why she's here?

Because I called 911?

Because you called 911.

Sir, I'd like to speak
with your son for a minute.

Alone.

Of course.

I'll go unload the dishwasher.

Why don't we talk outside?

Stevie...

I want you to know
you're not in any trouble.

I'm just here to make sure
that you're okay.

Because if you're not--
if you need help--

all you have to do is say so.

I'm here to help.

I'm okay.

I was just mad.

At your father?

You want to tell me why?

He wants to change stuff.

I liked things
the way that they were.

But he, uh...

He what?

He wasn't happy with me.

He... I got scared.

I see.

It's just you
and your father, is it?

Okay. Well...

you know calling 911's
a serious thing, right?

Yeah.

Which is why I have to wonder

if maybe the reason you called

is a little more serious
than just being grounded.

No, no, that's all it was.
I swear.

Please, you just have to tell
my dad that everything's okay.

I-I just don't want him
to be mad at me anymore.

I understand, I do.

Our parents' approval
is something that we all crave.

We just can't let it stop us
from doing the right thing.

Understand?

-I-I think so.
-All right.

If you in trouble,
you can always call for help,

or if you need some help
trying to figure out

the right thing to do,
you can call me directly.

I won't need to.

So...

everything good?

Or will you be taking my son
into custody?

No, everything's just fine.
Thank you for your cooperation.

Anytime. Stevie?

-ATHENA: Bye, Stevie.
-Bye.

Have a nice day, Sergeant.

You, too, sir.

So he seemed fine?

Well, I said there were no marks
on him that I could see,

but fine? I'm not so sure.

That's why I want
to hear the call.

MADDIE (recorded):
Wait, Stevie, are you hurt?

STEVIE:
Me? No. It's, uh...

ERIC:
Stevie, give me that phone.

Go back.

ERIC:
Stevie, give me that phone.

Right there, in the background,

before the dad
comes to the phone.

ERIC:
Stevie, give me that phone.

Stay here,
don't touch anything.

So someone else
was in the house?

The boy said it was
just him and his dad.

You gonna behave?

NEWSWOMAN (over TV):
Firefighters
and paramedics responded

after the patient woke
from anesthesia

to find the operating
surgeon and nurses

passed out on the floor.

The gas leak was quickly
sealed off at the facility.

Most of the victims suffered
only minor injuries. However,

one construction worker...

-ERIC: You sit here, Noah.
-My name's not Noah.

-It is now.
-NEWSWOMAN: Both are now
in stable condition.

The search continues
for a lost child

-in Orange County tonight.
-Stevie.

-Stevie, turn that off.
-Six-year-old Brian Gallagher

was last seen outside
the church his family attends

in Dana Point, California.

Police are asking for your help
in finding the missing boy.

If you have any information,
please submit

a tip to the Orange County
Crime Stoppers through

their website or through
the number on your screen.

ROMERO:
Eric Lawrence Parnell. 42.

Single. Works as
a freelance I.T. guy.

Grew up at this address.
Mom died in '03,

left him the house.
He's clean, Sergeant.

Mm, mm-hmm.
Clean, or maybe just careful.

And the son?

ROMERO:
Steven Parnell. 13.

Enrolled at Los Nietos

Middle School. Counselor says
he's a average student.

Quiet. Keeps to himself.

Except when he's calling 911.

So what do you think's going on
in that house, Sergeant?

I don't know yet,

but I got a gut feeling
something ain't right.

Well, your gut's

good enough for me,
but, um, there's no reason

for you to be sitting out here
staring at the man's garbage.

Me and my guys can handle this.

I'm sure you'd rather be home
with the family.

No, I'm good.

My mother's in town.
She said she's leaving,

but she can't seem
to find a flight out.

Ah.

Got it.

See you back
at the station, Billy.

Anything in particular you think
we should be looking for?

No. Nothing in particular,

-just let me know what you find.
-You got it.

BOBBY:
I didn't know what to say.

I figured I should stay out
of it, but then...

Mama got mean.
(chuckles)

Look, there's a whole spectrum

of mom A-types.

You got the cool mom,
you got the helicopter mom,

you got the tiger mom,
and then you got Beatrice.

Yeah, terrifying mom.

She named her daughter
after a Greek god.

Yeah, Athena, goddess of wisdom.

And war.

Also the goddess of crafting,
but that's a whole other story.

(chuckles) The point is,

Beatrice had big dreams
for Athena

and even bigger expectations,

but she knows how
this world works.

How hard Athena would
have to fight for everything.

So child-rearing was less
about raising a daughter

and more like
training a warrior.

So, no shopping trips,
manicures,

and long talks over cups of tea?

(laughs)
Maybe in a TV commercial.

But in real life?

No one gets under their
daughter's skin like a mom.

Well, what am I supposed to do,
just forget it?

Just forget all the mean things
she said to her?

Bobby, you said your piece.

You had Athena's back.
Props to you, by the way.

But, yeah.

They'll work it out,
or they won't.

Either way, you do not want
to be the man

standing between them.

You'll get cut down
in the crossfire.

Your mother ever say those kind
of terrible things to you?

Oh, no, no, no. My mother,

she said a whole bunch of
different other terrible things.

And you forgave her?

She's my mother.

(grunts softly)

(indistinct chatter)

Hey.

What are you doing here?
Looking for Buck?

No, actually, I came to see you,

-give you this.
-Oh. Okay.

Divorce papers?

-This feels so sudden.
-(chuckles)

This is, uh,
a really big step, Maddie.

I mean, he's gonna know
where you are.

You sure about this?

Yeah, I know it's a risk.

But the only way
I'm ever gonna feel free of him

is to be free of him.

Okay. If you're sure, then,
uh, I'm here for you,

whatever you need.

Well, you told me once that
your calendar was wide open,

when I was ready.

Just, uh, name
the date and time.

-Friday, 7:00 p.m.
-Actually, I'm kind of busy.

I'm kidding.

Yes. I can't wait.

-Okay.
-(laughs)

-Okay. I'll see you
Friday night.
-Friday.

(whistling, applause)

Well played, well played.

(ringtone playing)

Hey.

Uh, sorry, I got to cancel
our thing on Friday.

-You got to work?
-No, actually, um,

it's Maddie.

She asked me out on a date.

Wow.

-I guess I was wrong about her.
-Yeah.

Uh, sorry again. So, drinks
are on me next time I see you.

No worries.

I'm sure we'll be seeing
each other real soon.

Okay. See you.

-You find anything interesting?
-Only this.

ATHENA:
Mm-hmm, ladies' hair dye.
Black hair dye.

Probably explains the substance
you found in the sink.

You spoke to the boy,
his hair look dyed to you?

No. And unless it caused
Parnell's to fall out,

it wasn't his either.
Sketchy, but not grounds

for a warrant.

And probably what's not got you
so excited to call me down here.

We pulled prints, we got a hit,

but not Eric Parnell's.
The son.

You telling me little
Stevie Parnell is a felon?

No, I'm telling you Stevie
Parnell is not Stevie Parnell.

His real name
is Jacob Daniel Walters,

and he went missing
in Merced, California in 2012.

Snatched off the streets.

He was six years old.

-My God.
-Yup. The original investigators

pulled Jacob's prints
back in the day.

It's a match, no doubt about it.

What now?

Let's go.
Move, move, move.

Bravo in position.

Bravo, ready.

Alpha in position.

Go, go, move.

Clear.

Clear.

All clear.

-All clear.
-Place is empty.

-Gone?
-Yeah.

(sighs) We'll put out
an Amber Alert.

Your visit must've spooked him.

He didn't look
spooked last night

when we were sitting outside.
You think he made us?

Sergeant.

-Yeah?
-You should see this.

Doesn't look like
a 13-year-old's

been sleeping here.

How old did you say Stevie was
when Parnell took him?

-ROMERO: Six.
-Then your Amber Alert

should specify adult male
traveling with two minor boys,

one 13...

and the other probably six.

-(indistinct chatter)
-(camera shutter clicking)

Let me take a look at that.

Thanks.

ROMERO:
Yeah.

Yeah, okay. Thanks.

Just checked with the boy's
school-- he never made it.

Amber Alert's gone out,
and we may even have

ID on the second victim.

A six-year-old boy was abducted

three days ago in Dana Point.
Brian Gallagher.

I think you should clear your
people out of here, Detective,

and get anything marked
off the street.

I'm not convinced this man fled.

I mean, I think maybe
he just went out.

He didn't take anything
out of the closet

or the prescriptions
in the kitchen cabinet.

-Maybe he was in a hurry.
-That could be,

but I think something else
is going on here,

just not sure what.

There's a caller by the name
of Stevie Parnell on the line.

He's asking for you.

Maddie, the boy's currently
the subject of an Amber Alert.

MADDIE:
Stevie?

STEVIE:
Is this the 911 lady
I talked to before?

I... Yes, this is Maddie.
Stevie, where are you right now?

Uh, I'm not sure.

I'm in a train station.
I'm lost.

I need to talk to that police
lady that you sent to our house.

I... I can't remember her name.

-Sergeant Grant.
-Yeah.

-She's a friend of mine.
-Yeah, I need to talk to her.

I'm getting her on the line,
but I need you

to try and tell me
where you are.

I think we got off
on the wrong train.

I-I tried to take us
to Dana Point.

We? Is your father with you?

No, no, no, please.
You cannot let him find us.

(phone vibrating)

This is Sergeant Grant.

Athena, it's Maddie. I've got
Stevie Parnell on the line.

Stevie called you?

Actually, he was trying to call
you. I'll put him on now.

-Stevie?
-Sorry. I-I should have said

something when you came
to see me.

-I was just so scared.
-ATHENA: I know, baby.

STEVIE:
But I really am trying
to do the right thing.

Honey, is little Brian with you?

I'm sorry. He lied.

Who did? Who lied?

My dad. He said that Noah's
parents didn't want him,

and that's why he was gonna
be my new brother, but...

I knew it was a lie.
I-I tried to say something.

I know you did.

-Where's your dad right now?
-I'm not sure.

We left while he was asleep.

I was trying to take Noah home
but I just got so turned around.

(phone beeping)

Stevie?

(phone beeping)

Oh, no. He found us.

Stevie.

Stevie!

Let's go.

Stevie!

Stevie! Stevie!

What station
was he calling from?

We pinged him
at North Hollywood.

I've alerted
metro police and LAPD.

Units have been dispatched.

The next train at that station--
where's it coming from?

Universal City Station.

That's half a mile away.

(siren wailing)

Very disappointed
in you, Stevie.

What if somebody saw... what if
your little brother got hurt?

He's not my little brother.

OFFICER:
Dispatch, suspect has a weapon.

We've got a hostage situation
unfolding here.

DISPATCHER:
All units on scene,

general stand-down order
in effect.

Do not engage suspect.

Repeat: do not engage suspect.

(train horn blowing)

And you stay back!

Stay there!

You stay there!

This right here is your stop.

(grunts)

-OFFICER: Grab the knife!
-(shushing)

(Eric groaning)

Don't worry.

-You're safe now. I got you.
-Do not resist!

I got you both.

Parents are on their way.

He's doing pretty good,
all things considered, huh?

Yeah, kids that age
are pretty resilient.

He's not the one
I'm worried about.

ROMERO:
What about his folks?
Do they know?

Local PD drove over.

The mother had a panic attack
when she saw them.

She thought they were there
to make a death notification.

ROMERO:
So, what are you gonna tell him?

(sighs)

He's not my dad, is he?

No. He's not.

Your real father and mother
are on their way.

Does she have curly hair?

Your mom?

I used to have this dream
when I was little.

There was a house

with a big porch and...

and a lady.

She had curly hair.

I'd pull on it and she'd laugh.

But my dad--

I mean... Eric--

he... he said it wasn't real.

ATHENA:
Your real name

is Jacob Daniel Walters.

You were six when he took you.

You were playing outside.

Your mother heard
the phone ring.

She was gone
less than a minute.

But that's all it took.

Eric stole you
in broad daylight.

Oh, my God. Oh!

He drove you hundreds
of miles away from home

so they could never find you.

(laughing)

Your parents looked for you

for years.

They never gave up.

STEVIE:
They may remember me,

but I don't remember them.

Not really.

ATHENA:
They're your family.

They love you either way.

And you have the rest
of your life ahead of you.

You can make new,
happy memories with them.

-Hi.
-Hi.

(indistinct chatter)

ATHENA:
This is your new beginning.

(grill sizzling)

Mom! We saw you on TV.

-On the news.
-(chuckles) You did?

Saving the day
and saving those boys.

MAY:
Are they gonna be okay?

They said the older boy had been
with that man a long time.

I think so.

I hope so.

-He's been through enough.
-(chuckles)

Hell of a job, Sergeant Grant.

Oh. Thank you, Captain.

Okay, looks like
we're ready to eat.

Just need a minute.

Tanya Kingston.

I saw you on television
with those boys

and thought of her.

The men searching
the woods for her,

all in a line...

finding nothing
but that barrette.

I never knew why

you wanted this job.

Maybe I get it
a little more today.

I know you think I don't
understand your life.

But you never understood
mine, either.

I met a man, fell in love,

made a home and raised
a beautiful daughter

who ran away from us
the first chance she got

and hasn't stopped
running since.

Lately, feels like

you and I are rushing,

racing to some finish line.

Will I die and leave you first?

Or will I live long enough

to discover you've completely
turned away from me?

Maybe I was running.

But not away.

This family, this job--

that's what I was
running towards.

Mama, I needed to find a place
with space big enough

where I could build a life
that was important to me.

I want you to be a part of that.

But only if you can accept
all of it.

Even Bobby.

I love you, baby,

but you're making
a terrible mistake.

And I worry

that the next time
your life falls apart,

you won't be able
to put it back together.

(phone vibrating)

-Donna?
-DONNA: Hey, Maddie, it's me.

Hey. Uh, how did it go?

Did you guys serve Doug
with the divorce papers?

No.

Maddie, we can't find him.

-(doorbell buzzes)
-Wait, what?

The process server made
multiple attempts.

Talked to his neighbors.
Nobody's seen Doug for months.

Okay, that doesn't
make any sense.

Did you try his work?

DONNA:
He was asked to take some
personal time,

after he paid your old boss
a visit.

He was convinced
she knew where you were.

It got physical.

Laurie?
Oh, my God. How bad?

-DONNA: She's okay. Security
showed up and Doug ran.
-(knife clicks)

But nobody's seen him since.

(Chimney grunting)

It's like a nightmare.
Except I never wake up.

DONNA:
I have investigators
looking for him.

But be careful, Maddie.

Thanks.

(sighs)
You are not gonna believe this.

-Hey, babe.
-Doug.

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