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♪ Gotta walk the line,
gotta walk the line ♪

♪ It's a battle of my will ♪

♪ It's a battle in my mind ♪

♪ Writing on the walls,
I can see these signs ♪

♪ I ain't ready for it yet ♪

♪ But I know it's my time ♪

♪ I been focused ♪

♪ I been hoping
for a brand-new start ♪

♪ I been staying in my lane ♪

♪ I've been playing my part ♪

♪ I've been running
out of options ♪

♪ Maybe praying to God ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I won't make it out
of here clean ♪

♪ There's blood on my hands ♪

♪ And there's blood up
in the streets ♪

♪ My friends look
like my enemies ♪

♪ If I'm-a go down ♪

♪ Then you're going with me ♪

♪ This is the underground ♪

♪ Underground, down ♪

Go for Roby.

Okay. Be there in 30.

♪ It's going down, down, down. ♪

Hey. What have we got?

Fire was called in
around 11:00 by a neighbor.

Firefighters said it spread
through most of the house.

How many
bodies inside?

Two.
And why
are we outside?

Still waiting for
a search warrant.

It's 4:00 a.m.

We can't in the scene
because of paperwork?

Nobody could get a judge
on the phone this hour.

Serena's working on it.

Hey!

It was really good to see you.

Don't look like a judge to me.

Something over there
more important?

No, sorry. Warrant's in.

You're good to go.

All right. You heard the woman.

Get on in.

I'm going to go
hustle with the VFD.

Hey, how long are we going
to be out here?

Those poor firemen.
She is cranky tonight.

We got to get in,
we got to get in.

Yeah, who's your
friend there?

Oh, Joselyn Lozando.
Old girlfriend.

Oh, she the one
you dated last year?

No, Jocelyn and I got together
when I first moved out to Vegas.

The house has
security cameras.

I'm going to see if
the footage survived.

What?

Hmm.

17 inches.

Whoever he is, he's got
a future in the NBA.

You smell that gasoline?

Mmm. Definitely
not an accidental fire.

Wow. They
poured a ton.

Somebody really wanted
this place to burn.

These poor people.

Hey, Al, the positioning
doesn't make sense.

I mean, how do you just sit
there while the place burns?

I don't think they did.

Their arms are wrong.

Heat from the fire
would have shrunk

their muscles and tendons,
pulling them up.

The pugilist attitude. Mm-hmm.
Right.

Their arms are down,
their backs aren't arched.

They must have been restrained.

I'm not seeing any
restraints. You?

Must have burned away.

So, whoever did this

tied two people down,

doused the place in gasoline,

and just let them burn.

Hey.
Hey. Is that enough
coffee for you?

Not even close.
What you got?

So I, uh, ran the video

from the burned house's
security camera.

I've ID'd the victims,

and, uh, I might
have an explanation for

the footprint they
found outside the door.

This is the homeowner,
Davis Painter.

This is a couple hours before
the fire was called in.

Mm-hmm.

90 minutes later,

this guy rolls in.

I did a facial rec search.

His name is Elliott Painter.

He's Davis Painter's father.

Elliott Painter?

What, you know him?
Of him.

He's-he's big into real estate.

He builds homes for celebrities.

He's like got a lot
of juiced-up friends.

That's it, as far as anyone
going into the house.

You said you had something
on a footprint, right?

The camera got something coming
out that must have made it.

Coming out but not going in?

Yeah, but, honestly,
that's not even the weird part.

This is like a minute
before the fire started.

Okay, run that back.

Is that Bigfoot?

You said it. Not me.

Okay.

We got a dead father and a son,

murdered in a fire.

And before the
fire starts,

Sasquatch runs out.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ I really wanna know ♪

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪
Who... ♪

♪ Come on, tell me who are you,
you, you ♪

♪ Are you! ♪

You know there's been over
10,000 sightings of Bigfoot?

I'm just saying,
follow the evidence,

and if it says that
our suspect is a...

reclusive citizen of the
Pacific Northwest,

maybe that's where
the case goes.

Come here, come here.

All right, see,

primates, like apes,

they do this bent-knee,
bent-hip walking.

Their torsos bend forward
and their knees

bend at about 100 degrees.

Humans, we walk upright.

Our knees bend
at about 170.

This is not a mythical creature
of lore and legend.

That's a guy in a costume.

I just got off the phone
with Hitchens

from the fire department.

He is not assigning us
an arson investigator.

Excuse me?

They're too short-handed
and slammed.

There's no one to spare.

You know why he's doing this?

He is an interim chief.

He's afraid it can't close

and he's afraid of what it will
do to his stats.

I have two
crispy victims out there.

I have a crime scene
that needs to be picked over

and re--

Um, do you have any
problems with sharing this?

No.

None at all.

Great. Get on it. Thank you.

Uh...

What's up?

I really don't
want to be a pest,

but is everything all right?

You just seemed a little
out of sorts last night.

It was 4:00 a.m. I'm fine.

Okay.

Okay.
Yep.

Okay.

I finished pulling
the furniture.

The grid is laid out.

And you sound happy.
I am.

It's my first arson case.

I am fired up.

Pun intended?
Mm-hmm.

All right,

see the line where
the discoloration

starts to
darken the wall?

Yeah.
Well, the fact
that it's so low

means that a lot of heated
air gathered in here.

And the carpet
is badly burned.

So is the flooring underneath.

Usually, the flooring
escapes the worst of it.

You know, heat rises.

Maybe the floor was
the point of ignition.

To know who started the fire,

we need to know how it started.

So, we collect every bit
of ash and charred debris,

and we sort through it.

All of it?
Every bit.

Davis and Elliot
went to the same dentist.

So both of their
files are in there.

You aren't sure it's them?

Dental records are
used to confirm,

but preliminary DNA analysis
doesn't leave much doubt.

I'm so sorry.

Davis is my only baby.

I can't...

You and Mr. Painter
were divorced?

Yes, and-and you would say,
I guess, it was amicable.

The house belonged to
your son, right?

Mm-hmm.

Any idea why Elliot
might have come over?

Problem with the
renovation, probably.

Elliot was helping
Davis flip that house,

and he was trying to
help get him back on track.

Davis started smoking a lot
of pot after college, and...

A little trouble launching.

Something like that. Yeah.

He was just starting
to find himself.

Can you think of anyone
who'd want to hurt

your son or your ex-husband?

No. In real estate, when
people get mad, they just sue.

Any particular reason

people would be
upset at your ex?

No, Elliot became famous

building showy homes
for headliners.

But he made his money putting
up housing developments.

They could be pretty
bottom-line about it.

Is that your polite way
of saying he's cheap?

Let's just say
Elliot didn't mind

cutting a corner to
save a dollar.

And I told him,
it is not worth it.

You always pay in the end.

Thank you for this, okay?

Mm-hmm.

We'll do our best.

Will you? Here you go.

Come with me.
I'll see you out.

Oh, my God.

Bryan, what's up? You okay?

Come on, Mom, you know that's
not the only reason I call.

I'm sorry, but you okay?

Calling to say hey.

And you haven't
called in a while,

so I-I'm checking in here.
How you doing?

I'm fine. It's just things
have been really crazy here.

Can I call you back though?

Yeah, sure.
I mean, if you're busy.

Okay, thanks.

Love you, too.

Yo, Allie, heard a rumor
you were running this one.

Sharing it, actually,
with Folsom. Oh.

Is that weird?

I mean, now that he's
with Chavez?

You guys had a thing, right?

What? No. No thing.

It's not weird either, at all.

Sorry, I could have
sworn that you guys...

So is this the son,
Davis Painter?

Uh, yes. Yes, yes.

Headline there:

He was already dead
when the fire started.

So, no soot or particulate
in his esophagus or lungs?

No, not even in
his nose or mouth.

Well, then how did he die?

I'm not sure.

There was visceral congestion,

which suggests asphyxiation.

But the hyoid bone's intact
and there's no bruising.

So, he wasn't strangled?
No, no.

Definitely not.

Oh, there is one
interesting thing though.

Look at this.

That's not flesh.

No.

Look, there's some
other pieces stuck on.

What is it?

Plastic.

Very thin.

I was thinking
shrink-wrap maybe.

But you said there's
no soot in his mouth.

It would make sense
if his mouth and nose

were covered by plastic.

What a cruel
thing to do to someone.

Did they both die
like that?

I haven't even
gotten into Dad yet.

I don't see any plastic.

They were bound
facing each other.

But if only
Davis was asphyxiated,

does that mean
the killer

made Elliot watch
his son suffocate?

There's definitely
soot in his mouth.

What do we have here?

What did I do?

Drop it.

What was that?

An alarm
that sounds

if a toxic substance
is released.

Well, define
toxic substance.

It could be
one of several.

But since neither of us are dead
or puking our guts out...

It was radioactive?

Yeah, 1.2 millisieverts.

Won't do any damage,
but it's definitely hot.

How does a radioactive cloth end
up inside the victim's mouth?

I don't know.

Unless, does Bigfoot
have radioactive breath?

No, that's Godzilla.

Oh.

Hey.

You know plastics, right?

What am I looking at here?

I'll bet my Dow pension
it is HDPE.

That stuff you make
gallon milk jugs out of.

I found another
puddle of it over here.

Blackened like this one?

Just like it.

We might be looking at

point of origin for the fire.

Let's see if
there's others.

Eight points of origin.

How do you start a fire

in eight different places
at once?

Don't know. We better find out.

Your coffee's leaking.

Found anything?

Yep, a substance in the ash
we weren't able to identify.

Beau is running it.

And also this.

Is that a...?
An engagement ring?

I think so.

Checked with the
Painter family.

It didn't belong
to Davis or Elliot.

And I don't know
why an arsonist brings

a ring to a fire,
but apparently he did.

No sign of the stone?

Mm-mm.
Too bad.

Sometimes diamonds have
serial numbers etched on them.

Might help us
identify the owner.

Can I talk to you?

Yeah.

Hey.

I just got a text
from Jocelyn Lozando.

She wants to get together
tonight, catch up.

So, I'm going to go.

We're working a case.

All my queries are out.

There's nothing
left for me to do tonight.

You don't want to
stay and play in the soot?

Tempting.

But I haven't seen Jocelyn
in a really long time.

And this is the only night
she's off for a few weeks, so...

Well, have a good time.

Thanks.

I will call you tonight?

Okay.

Spectrometer
has spoken.

Phosphorous pentoxide.

But phosphorous ignites
when it's exposed to air.

Yeah, you throw some on top
of a big puddle of gasoline,

you got yourself
one hell of a blaze.

Well, there has to be
some way to delay the ignition.

Otherwise, you're just
setting yourself on fire.

Is there any evidence
of an ignition device?

Melted plastic,
phosphorous, gas.

Hmm, not much
of a trigger.
Mm-mm.

Your coffee's still leaking.

Yes, it is.

I mean, the fire department

usually does this
sort of thing, right?

Apparently,
they're busy.

Ready for phosphorous.

Look, I mean,

I-I don't mean
to be a nervous Nellie,

I'm just concerned about
setting fire to,

you know, Las Vegas.

I think that's highly unlikely.

You hear that?
Highly unlikely.

Okay.

Okey-doke.
You ready?

Mm-hmm.
One,

two, three.

Okay, so when the gasoline
level drops low enough,

that phosphorous is exposed
to the air and ignites.

Leaky coffee,
leaky gasoline.

That's how you
light eight fires at once.

What was that?

I think it's
phosphorous pentoxide.

A bunch of it must have
been thrown into the air.

We need to go back
to the Painter house.

I think there might
be more to find there.

I told you,
we searched it.

No, you only searched
half of it.

Michelangelo,
Galileo Galilei and...

Allie Rajan.

Which one of these things
is not like the others?

No, just three geniuses who
looked upward and were inspired.

You know, Al,
you might be a little more

optimistic that the killer
left some trace on the ceiling.

If a shockwave can throw bits
of phosphorous in the air...

...it can throw other things.

That bake into the ceiling?

I'm not seeing anything.

Whoa, hold on,
hold on. Go back.

What is that?

Huh.

Wouldn't you know. Hmm.

I believe the ring you found
had a missing stone.

No serial number.

No etching of any kind.

Some diamonds just
don't have it, I'm sorry.

Strange discoloration
on one of the surfaces though.

Lower right.

Could be skin cells.

I'll prep it,
take a look.

Oh, come on.

Hmm.

Gotcha.

So, you found skin cells
on the diamond?

Isolated the DNA,
ran it through CODIS,

but no matches.

It doesn't match for
the Painters either,

so we got no idea
who it belongs to.

We know it's a human.
We can say that.

What else can you say?

Well, uh, someone
entered the house

without triggering the cameras.

Probably before
Davis Painter got home.

Could be that they
forced him to call his father

and convince him
to come to the house.

They restrained both men,
suffocated Davis,

and then set the fire
with a phosphorous trigger.

No, the trigger's his signature.

It tells us
the killer knows chemistry.

And he really hated Elliot.

I mean, the amount of gas used,

the ignition method,

someone spent a lot of time

and a lot of effort
torturing the man.

Every councilman in this city
wants an update on this case.

They don't know
the difference between

phosphorous or pyrophorus.

But, you know,

I don't know what to
say to these people.

W-We'll go get you some answers.
Okay, thank you.

Wait a minute,
before you go,

you say that the guy
got in the house without

being seen by
the cameras, right?

Mm-hmm.
Yes.

Tomorrow morning,
start there, please.

This is Detective Chavez,
Las Vegas Police.

Please leave your name and
number and I'll call you back.

Hello, this is Joshua Folsom
of the Las Vegas Crime Lab.

I don't require immediate
assistance, but, uh...

uh, hey,
Serena, just wondering

if your dinner is over.

Maybe we could
get together tonight.

All right, give me a call.

You still friends
with your exes?

This about Chavez?

Would it help if I said
"asking for a friend"?

Josh, don't take
this the wrong way, but...

I don't want to do
relationship advice.

Oh, yeah, I get it.

So, entry points.

I'll take the front,
you take the back?

All right.

Mom.

Hold on a second.
What are you doing here?

I don't know.

Hoping to have a conversation.

You said you'd call me back.

This is the second time
this week you blew me off.

No, I did not.

Mom, you normally respond

to your text messages
right away.

And on Monday, I didn't
hear back from you

until 3:00 in the morning.

I was just busy. That's all.

I've seen you busy.

You weren't like this.

What's going on, Mom?

It's just too much work, okay?

That's all.

That's all.

Hey.

Let's have lunch.

I've got a couple
things left to do,

then you and I
can go grab a bite.

Okay.
All right.

Do you remember
where my office is?
Mm-hmm.

Meet there and I'll come
get you as soon as I'm done.

Yes, ma'am.

You messing with me.

Allie.

Got something?

Yeah, someone
took out the screws

that hold the
screen in.

Crawlspace runs all
the way to the basement.

That would give them
access to the house

without going past the camera.

This is a pretty small hole.

Our Bigfoot's
well over six foot.

I don't think that
someone his size

would fit through this. Hey.

Someone did fit through it.

See that?

And left a little bit
of themselves behind.

Polyamide.
Hmm.

Artificial fiber. Nylon 6.

You find it in cars,
airplanes, all sorts of fabrics.

Okay, what about
the dirt I found?

That's more interesting.

Huh, under the microscope,

there was a substance
that I couldn't identify.

So, I ran it in the Atlas,
because we don't have

a scanning
electron microscope.

And can I just say,

for-forgive me for
getting on my soapbox,

but the fact
that this office,

with the important
work that it does,

doesn't have a scanning
electron microscope,

it's a crime
against science... Beau.

Beau.

What's in the dirt?

Oh, uh, uh, asbestos.

Well, there's no
asbestos in the house.

Well, could it have come
from another house

that was being worked on?

Oh, that's doubtful. It was
a pretty high concentration.

I might know where it came from.

Hey.

Can I have some room?
Yeah.

I've been digging into Elliot
Painter's real estate business.

Painter's wife
said he was cheap.

Turns out he was
in trouble for it.

What kind of trouble?

Homeowners in one
of his developments

say they were getting sick
because Painter

didn't clear a toxic material
from the site.

Asbestos.

And some homeowners
held a demonstration

two weeks ago in
front of Davis' house.

My name is Carlo Rey.

I'm a dead man.

Elliot Painter killed me.

He killed my wife.

Poisoned us with
the ground under our home.

So, I've brought
some of it here.

And I say, shame on you.

Shame.

Shame! Shame! Shame!

Mr. Rey is a chemical engineer.

So, he knows phosphorous,

and he's angry
at Elliot Painter.

Guys, that sling
that he's wearing.

Well, looks like
blue Nylon 6.

Mm-hmm.
But he doesn't
look like Bigfoot.

Maybe he knows him.

Hello?
Mr. Rey?

Yes? Yes.
Carlo Rey?

Las Vegas Police, sir.

Could you open
up the door, please?

You'll have to wait.
I'm not dressed.

I think you are, sir.

Open up the door.

Just a minute.

He's running.

Mr. Rey, this is absurd.

Mr. Rey, stop.

Stay there and keep
your hands in sight.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

Okay, careful.

Do I get medical?

Mr. Rey, it's okay.

Just breathe. I've got you.

There's no reason to be afraid.

Yes. Yes, there is.

This is about him, isn't it?

Are you feeling
any better, Mr. Rey?

I have stage-four lung cancer
that's metastasized

to my liver and brain.

I have five months
to live, maybe.

A little better, thanks.

And you blame Elliot Painter
for your illness?

Painter built
on hazardous waste.

Then hired a fly-by-night
disposal company

that didn't clear one-tenth
of what was there.

He killed my wife.
He's killing me.

He made my son sick.

So, yes, I guess I do.

You know Painter's dead?

I heard that.

Obviously, you didn't
want to talk to us about it.

Why was that?
"Why"?

You mean, did I kill him?

Sure, I ran up and threw
some malignant cells on him.

Are you serious?

So, why did you run

when we came to the door?

I've said a lot
of things about Painter.

I know how that
looks to the police.

I got scared.

I don't know
how many days I have left.

I didn't want to
waste one of them

in a room like this.

Sir, you're here
because of a rally

you held at
Davis Painter's house.

Why hold it there?

It's not where Elliot lives.

Elliot's home is in
a gated community.

Couldn't get there.

It's a great way to scope out
a place before burning it down.

Isn't it?

If you say so.

We'll need to
run some tests,

take some DNA.

I'll also need
a sample of this bag.

I'm a human pincushion
these days.

You can take whatever you want.

That ain't Bigfoot.

He's about two-thirds of one,
I'd say.

Whoever did this had to crawl
under the house,

dragging gallons of gasoline...

Rey can barely walk.

Let's see what the tests say.

How long will this take?

Not long.

I just need to
run these next door.

Can I get you
some more water?

Can I get a little ibuprofen?

I'm in some pain.

Of course. I'll get some.

I'm really sorry...

...for what you've been through.

It's-it's horrible.

Ms. Rajan, is it?

Thank you.

Hi, excuse me?

I'm looking for
my mom, Max Roby.

You have any idea where she is?
Uh, no,

but things are
kind of hopping around here.

I-I don't know
where she is.
Okay, thanks.

You're her son?

Mm-hmm.
Ha! I'm Beau Finado.

I'm new around here.

Well, newish.

I-I got to say,
I'm a huge fan of your mom's.

She's been really
helpful to me.

Just an outstanding boss.
You've got to be proud.

Yeah.
And the way

she came back from that assault.
It was amazing.

When we were at the hospital,
there was a moment

when I thought we'd lost her.

I heard angels'
wings flapping.

But then she beat it,
she came back.

Your mom, your mom,
she's a rock.

Yeah, a rock. Yeah.

Listen, I'm going to go.

If you see my mom,
could you tell her...

Tell her whatever you want.

Yeah, so, bad news.

Ma'am?

That's, oh...

Oh, God, I am so sorry.

I'm sorry, what?

The, uh, DNA
from Carlo Rey

isn't a match with
the sample we found on the ring.

It's not his.

No on DNA?

No on DNA.

Oh, we're oh-for-two then.

The cloth sample
we took from Rey

isn't the same material
as the thread from the house.

But every piece of
DNA that we find

says that Rey
didn't do it,

and I'm just not
buying it.

That man is way too small.

And Bigfoot doesn't lie.

Yeah?

Well, I'll call Allie,

tell her to cut him loose.

You know what bugs me?
Hmm?

Why put on the Bigfoot
costume at all?

You want to
disguise yourself,

put on a hoodie and a ballcap
like everyone else.

It's simpler.

Maybe, maybe not.

Okay.

Hey.
Oh, hey.

I hear we're
cutting Rey loose.

Puts us back at
square one.

Yeah.

Can we talk?

Uh, okay.

You said you would call
after dinner and you didn't.

Oh, it was late.

I had a few drinks
and went to bed.

Is that what this is about?

You didn't tell me the truth
about Jocelyn Lozando.

Whoa, what do you mean?

You told me you dated.

You didn't say you
lived together for two years.

How do you know that?

I looked her up.

You stalked her?

All I did was
look her up.

And for two years, her
home address was your apartment.

You acted like you
went out a couple times.

If you wanted to know
about our relationship,

why didn't you just ask me
instead of going online?

I don't know.

Why weren't you honest with me

in the first place?
You're upset

because I had a serious
relationship with a woman?

No.

You just--

You made it sound
like it was no big deal.

And clearly it was.

And now you're seeing her again.

We had Chinese food
and touched base.

She and her partner
are really serious.

You think I would cheat?

You don't know
anything about me.

Mr. Rey. Yeah.

You can go.

I passed?
Yes.

All right.

Oh, um, thank you
for the ibuprofen.

It helped.

No problem.

I hope you don't
take this wrong,

but you remind me
of my wife a little.

Why is that?

She was kind, too.

It's only been two months
since she passed,

and I still feel like
she's with me.

Right here.

She's always right here.

Every minute.

Mr. Rey, I'm so sorry.
I've completely forgot.

I need to fill out
some paperwork,

to get you out of
here free and clear.

I just need to...

Excuse me.

Thanks, man.

Yo, Chris.

I need to run the DNA
from the ring again.

It's his wife.

The DNA on the ring

matches Carlo Rey's wife.

It's hers.

He must have
had it with him.

Maybe around his neck?

The ring isn't
proof he was there.

And Rey is smart.
He'll never admit it.

Plus, he's about
18 inches shy of Bigfoot.

Yes, he is.

That's Rey.

There's no way
you can mistake him

for whoever walked
out that door.

Rey mentioned he had a son.

What about him?

I checked him out.

His name's Michael Rey.

He's at county being
treated for thyroid cancer,

which is curable, I guess.

Okay, so he's angry
at Painter, too.

So, there is motive.

Doesn't matter.

He's an inch shorter
than his father.

You know, something has
always bugged me

about this Bigfoot video.

His strides are too short.

He is taking steps too small
for someone of his size.

What does that mean?
Either he's in...

Either he's injured
or he's carrying added weight.

Like what?

Like a person.

That's why Rey
needed that costume.

Not to cover him,
but to cover them.

That's two people.
We can't prove it.

Rey is never
going to give up his kid.

Well, you said Michael Rey
has thyroid cancer. Yeah.

Then we can prove it.
How?

You'll see.

You shouldn't be in here.

Eh, that's okay, Michael.

Listen, we're here
to talk about this.

See, the good news about thyroid
cancer is that it's curable.

The bad news is
radiation therapy

makes you a little glowy, temporarily.

Even your sweat
is radioactive.

See, every time
you touch something,

you leave a little
gamma ray smudge.

So, we know
what you did.

You and your father
crawled under the house.

When Davis Painter got home,

you must have forced him
to call his father

and get him to come over.

Then you strapped them down,

wrapped Davis' head...

...and Elliot was forced
to watch his son die.

Then you set your ignition.

And made your escape.

None of that's true.
Here's the thing.

Your dad will never
live until the trial.

A confession might
get you both bail.

He could die at home.

If neither of you

show any remorse,

or accept responsibility,

I'd wager bail gets denied.

Michael,

your father will die in a cell.

No. He shouldn't
have done that.

What if I say it was my idea?

It was.
I talked him into it.

Will that help him?

Is there anything I
can say that will help him?

I don't think so.

I understand that you were
angry with Elliot Painter.

I get it.

But, as a father,

how could you kill his son?

He hadn't done anything to you.

My wife died because
cancer filled her lungs.

I watched her drown in bed.

I wanted Painter
to know that feeling.

To witness that.

He burned my family.

Burned them out of existence.

So I burned his.

♪ Miles and miles on my own... ♪

We should do this
more often.

We make a good team. Mm.

♪ I follow on ♪

Josh.

♪ A language to find
hard to hear ♪

What?

I was in the locker room

when you and Chavez talked.

I wasn't trying
to eavesdrop,

there just wasn't time
to say anything.

I thought you should know.

Okay.

And it's none
of my business,

but I don't think
you need to worry about

who Chavez wants to be with.

Did she say something to you?

She doesn't have to.

I see the way she looks at you.

♪ Would be to me ♪

♪ The greatest thing ♪

♪ Could you take my place ♪

♪ And stand here ♪

♪ I do not think
you'd take this pain ♪

♪ You'll be on your knees ♪

♪ And struggle
under the weight ♪

♪ Oh, the truth would be
a beautiful thing ♪

♪ Oh, the truth
is a beautiful thing ♪

You're right.

I should have
just talked to you.

I might have
some trust issues.

You can blame my family,

mostly because they're not
here to defend themselves.

We've been together
a few months.

Sometimes that's when people
get second thoughts.

That's not what this is.

I barely have
first thoughts.

So, you're just an idiot?

That's me.

Can I come in?

♪ Hold your hand ♪

♪ Would be to me
the greatest thing ♪

♪ To hold your heart ♪

♪ To hold your hand ♪

Mom, a guy told me
that you were attacked,

put in the hospital
and nearly died.

Did that happen?

Yes.

And I didn't tell you because I
didn't want you to worry, okay?

Oh, you didn't want me to worry?

Bryan, you have got
your own life.

I don't want to
go pulling on your sleeve

every time something
happens to me.

I'm fine.
The doctors took care of me.

I am fine. Really.

Mom, please do not lie to me.

I can't sleep.

Like not at all.

I get in the bed,

and then I--
and then I just start...

I start thinking about it.

You have to take
some time off from work.

Work's the only thing that's
holding me together, baby.

Okay, so here's
what we're going to do.

I'm going to stay here
for a little while.

Bryan, you don't
have to do that.

I'm going to stay here
for a little while,

and I'm going to make sure

that when you are home,
you get some rest.

And I'll make the meals.

And I'll clean.

You going to clean?

Yeah, I'm-a clean.

And we can watch House Hunters.

You hate House Hunters.

Yeah, I do.

But it's your favorite.

Okay?

Okay.

All right, you lay down.

And close your eyes
for a little bit.

Come on.
Lay down.

Okay. I'm going
to go see

what you got in the
kitchen, all right?
Okay.

Okay, so for tonight,
I'm thinking

the best option is
definitely takeout.

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