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Listen up!

The big day is almost here,

so I need each one of you to lock in.

You got no chance, chumps.

Yeah, we'll see who's laughing

when I put this biscuit
in the basket, Doc.

Three, two...

Damn, Blue.

It's just practice.

I'm so sorry. I lost control.

Are you okay?

Blue!

Blue, this is good.
You're the missing piece.

- I am?
- Yes.

We've been getting our butts
kicked by the cops the last two years.

It's about time we gave them

the beatdown they so richly deserve.

Isn't this game for charity?

I mean, it's for a good cause,

but that don't mean we don't
wanna put the hurt on 'em.

And now that
we have an enforcer, we will.

Does it matter
I can't skate worth a lick?

What are you talking about, dude?

You're a regular Lemieux.

We can work on that.

Well, the good news is,
you'll have till next year to do it.

What? Why?

Chief just called.

Because the game is being played
in-district for us tomorrow,

he would like the 113 to
remain on duty during the game.

So, we're getting punished
'cause it's in our backyard?

- Rigged!
- I seriously smell a conspiracy.

Well, don't worry about it.

We'll get 'em next year.

- Whoa!
- Huh?

No fair. I wasn't ready.

You're part of the 113.
You need to always be ready.

Ryan, get your brother up.

I want him doing figure-eights in
the apparatus bay until lunchtime.

Thought you said we didn't
have another game for a year.

Well, I also said you need to be ready.

Come on. You heard the man.

Just hold on to me, B.

We'll get you where you need to go.

That's gonna be a project.

Well, that sucks.

Yeah. You know what sucks even worse?

Department quarterly reports
due at the end of the week.

No. Already?

I'm up to my elbows.
Uh, that reminds me.

I need your equipment
and expense record.

Yep. Just let me know

if there's anything I can do
to take the load off.

Appreciate that,

but it all has to go through me.

High cost of being the boss.

- Hello?
- This is a collect call

from an inmate at Bransford
Correctional Facility.

To accept...

Cap, you alright?

Yeah, that, um...

Uh, it's... Just a telemarketer, uh...

- Synced and corrected by synk -
- www.addic7ed.com -

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Whoo!

Come on, you gotta be kidding me!

Oh, God!

Get off the street!

Pull the lift off the road.

Go around!

Pull off the road!

This is as fast as she goes.

Sir.

Please step off the lift.

I will do no such thing.

I have as much right
to be driving this vehicle

as anybody else on the road.

You don't actually,
because it's not your vehicle.

Your employer just reported it stolen.

And I'd like to give you a sobriety test

because you appear to be intoxicated.

Well, looks can be deceive-oning.

And my employer
just replaced me with a robot

so he can kiss my newly unemployed ass.

If you don't wanna add any new charges,

I suggest you turn the engine off

and step down now.

Or what?

I'll be forced to remove you.

I'd like to see you try.

Have it your way.

Uh-oh. Too slow.

Sir, do you really
wanna do this out here

in front of all these people?
There are children watching.

You're right, I don't.

Sorry, Officer!

Oh! Uh-oh!

Just kiddin'.

You know what?

You, ma'am, may kiss

my newly unemployed ass.

Yeah, I'm gonna need
the fire department.

Elevator goes down.

Elevator goes up!

Up, up, and away!

Hello.

Well, looks like we found
the jester of Titans Way.

- He's 30 feet up.
- At least.

Hey, who wants to see me chug?!

Why don't you get the ladder up there?

Rox, crowd control.

Blue, Taylor, inflate that cushion.

Come on up here
to the unemployment zone.

Alright, folks!

I need you to stand back.

Stand back!

- Captain Hart. Good to see you.
- Officer.

Top of Nashville, Ma!

Oh!

PD negotiator is on the way
to talk him down,

but I wasn't sure if you wanted to go up

and get him before he falls.

Nope.

What are you gonna do? Huh?

We're not gonna need to.

Ah, you can't come get me.

Come on up if you think you got a pair.

Come on up. Come on...

Oh. Wait.

Oh! No fair!

Brake release valve.

Unfair, man!

No!

He's all yours.

Y'all get in here.

Y'all get to try the Bennings
family chicken and dumplings.

Mama didn't give me her voice,

but she did pass down
the next best thing.

- This recipe.
- I will be the judge of that.

- You will?
- Mm-hmm.

Alright.

Mm! Mama taught you right.

- Mm-hmm.
- We should get Cap in on this.

Yeah, I don't think
he's in a sampling mood.

Yeah, he's working on those quarterlies.

- Lord knows he hates paperwork.
- Truth.

Last fall, he was a walking migraine.

Still, I don't remember him
ever working with a door closed.

Tay, you got a little...

I get it?

Hold still.

Thanks, B.

That was delicious.

You just wait till lunch.

Got a little something extra for ya.

Mm. I'ma go touch up.

You do that.

I will.

No.

No? No what?

Just... no.

He's really gonna make us say it.

I don't know what y'all
are talking about.

You are fishing off
the company pier, my friend.

You're making goo-goo eyes at Taylor.

- Y'all could see that?
- Yes.

A blind man riding a horse
backwards could see it, Blue.

Okay. It's true.

But since the moment I met her,

I knew there was something
special about her, you guys.

Oh, God.

Is it illegal to be
interested in your coworker?

No, it's not illegal, just a bad idea.

You're one mixed signal away
from an HR nightmare.

You have worked
so hard to get where you are.

You wanna risk that?

Look, I'm telling you this
as your lieutenant...

but also as your big brother, man.

You gotta shut this down
before somebody gets hurt, okay?

I've seen it happen too many times.

You're right.

I'll shut it down.

My wife was so type A.

Ashley loved her to-do lists.

She would literally
put everything on there.

Like, brush your teeth...

write a brief, do yoga,

do a little... little you-know-what.

- No, she did not.
- Hey, my kinda gal.

Trust me...

she finished that list in the morning,

I knew exactly how good
my evening was gonna be.

It had to be on the list, though.

It had to be on the list.

Oh, man. I used to tease her
about it all the time,

and she would just say,
there's no better way

to kick off the day than feeling
like you accomplished something.

So... after the accident,

I was, you know, I...

I couldn't get out of bed for weeks.

And then one day I just...

I had the idea

to make my own to-do list.

It had exactly one line-item
on it, "Make a to-do list."

But at least I'd, you know,
I had accomplished something.

Next day I added an item...

"Get out of bed."

And then, uh,
it just kinda grew from there.

And now, thanks to Ashley and her lists,

here I am today
leading this group, so...

Some of you may have
noticed a new face with us.

I want you all to welcome
my friend, Cammie.

Hi, Cammie.

Cammie and I met, uh,
just trying to save Nashville

from the CyberPocalypse. No big deal.

Well, thank you
for having me, Agent Turner.

It's just Nick here.

Alright, Cammie, you wanna
tell us a little about yourself?

Oh, um...

Uh, I...

lost my husband, Mark, three years ago.

I, I, I've never done
anything like this,

so I don't have a pithy story planned.

I'm...

I don't talk about this
much with other people.

But that's why you're
here, right? So... so you can.

Maybe start with
something you miss about him?

Oh, um...

I'm drawing a blank.
Why am I drawing a blank?

Just anything that's, you know, it's...

There's no wrong answers.

What did y'all like doing most together?

I guess I miss just...

sitting on the couch together,

you know, watching TV...

and being...

you know, intimate.

Now we're talking.

Whoo. Right to the good stuff.

I love it. Lay it on us, girl.

No, I didn't mean it like that.

But you didn't not mean it like that.

Uh...

You know what?
I... I think I need a break.

- Oh, no...
- I got it.

Cammie, hold up.

This is a mistake.

No, look, hey, that's my bad

for putting you on the spot
to speak like that.

- I'm sorry.
- Well, that's the whole point, right?

It is. But I know we
can all be a little much,

especially Archie.

Yeah.

I promise you, everybody
in that room is good people.

I don't doubt it. It's just...

This isn't what I expected.

Well, what did you expect?

Oh, I don't know.
A grief group, not a roast?

Well, I think you'll find it's hard

to tell the difference sometimes.

I just don't feel comfortable
laughing about my late husband

in front of a room full of strangers.

Well... they won't
be strangers for long.

Not if you come back inside.

Look, Cammie, I know it's
uncomfortable at first, but...

there's a reason they say
laughter is the best medicine.

There's nothing like it
to help you let go.

That's the thing. I...

I don't wanna let go.

Right.

Bye, Agent Turner.

Bye, Cammie.

And it's just...

Just Nick here.

Goodbye, Nick.

- Oh. Hey, Taylor.
- Hey, B.

Working up quite a sweat there.

I can towel it off for you.

Oh, no. I was just gonna ask
if you wanted me to spot you.

Oh, no. I'd never
put you in that position.

Or any position.

You want the bench? It's yours.

Well, I mean, I was gonna
do some flies, but you're...

You're in the middle of your set.

Oh, it's all good.

I'll just do you after.

Do it after you.

I am so sorry. That was like
one of those Freudian slips.

Do you know what a Freudian slip is?

No. Wait.

More like a slip of the tongue,

which I also never realized
sounded very inappropriate.

And I do apologize.

You know what?

I'm just gonna
leave you to your workout.

- Good day.
- "Good day"?

Blue, are you feeling alright?

You're acting weird.

Really? Am I?

To be honest, lately, I've been feeling

this massive build up of... lactic acid.

- Lactic acid?
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, it can happen
from diabetic ketoacidosis

which now that I think about it

can actually be life-threatening.

So, I better go take my glucose reading.

You can't check it on your phone?

- Totally.
- Alright.

- Eight-eight.
- So, normal.

Which is good because, you know,

Mama gets very ornery
when I let it spike.

How is she, by the way? Your mama.

She's good. She's about
to have her surgery.

- That's good.
- Yeah.

I was worried about her.
Her voice is incredible.

Last night, I went down the hole
of all of her YouTube videos.

- No kidding.
- That acoustic set at the Bluebird Cafe

with Keith Urban is everything.

The Bluebird's always been
Mama's favorite.

- Really?
- Why do you think she named me Blue?

Oh! Okay.

Can you believe I've never been?

That is crazy. You gotta go.

I guess part of me was just
waiting for the right occasion.

Would you maybe
think about going sometime?

You mean with you?

Yeah.

Just to be clear and
for record-keeping purposes,

are you asking if I would like
to go to the Bluebird with you?

I mean, don't go expecting

an invitation on card stock, but...

Yeah.

Yeah, I would love to!

Okay. So it's happening.

It's happening.

Okay!

- I will see you later.
- Bye.

Oh.

Hey, it's Mark.

Sorry you missed me. I'm the worst.

Hey, babe.

I owe you an apology.

I went to that grief group
I told you about and...

the leader asked me
what I missed about you,

and I drew a complete blank.

Don't be mad.

It must have been stage fright

because I promise there is
no shortage of things

I miss about you.

I miss...

I miss your smile.

I miss the smell of your hair.

I miss the way you'd rub my feet
at night when they were cold.

Just your hands...

touching me, holding me.

How could I let any of that go?

And how can I share that
with a room full of strangers?

I miss all of you, Mark.

So much.

I love you.

Good night.

Pull!

Pull!

Okay. I think I'm ready.

Pull.

Pull.

If you think you're ready,
you're not ready, Daisy.

No, I am. I'm ready. Pull.

Your mouth is saying "ready,"

but your posture tells me otherwise.

What is wrong with my posture?

Head stooped, feet narrow,
shoulders hunched.

I mean, it's a classic meek stance.

See her over there? Nice wide base.

Head up, chest out, shoulders back.

That's what you call a Superwoman pose.

That's where we wanna be.

Yeah, well, I've always
been a Marvel girl,

so can we please just pull?

Are you asking or telling?

If you don't own your space,

that pigeon's gonna sail right past you.

Well, you do know everything.

I... Is there something
you wanna say to me, Daisy?

I've been saying it. Pull.

When your boss passed
you over at Dice and Draughts,

what reason did she give you?

That I didn't have enough
main character energy

to be head wench.

Right. And we both know you deserved it.

I only wish you believed in yourself

as much as I believe in you.

If I could teach you anything today,

it's that trapshooting
isn't just trapshooting.

It's a metaphor for life.

You need to own your own space

and have the guts to say what's wrong.

I told you nothing is wrong.

I just wanna shoot something...

Oh, my God, Jerry! Are you okay?

It just grazed me.

Thank God you're a lousy shot.

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Hey, Jalen.

Hey, Boo.

Where's Captain Hart?

Holed up at the station doing paperwork.

What do we got?

He's Jerry, she's Daisy.

Seemed like a domestic,
but both say it's an accident.

Jerry, help is here.

I think there's something
wrong with my eye.

We're gonna take care of you.

How's your pain?

It's not great.

Okay, Tay,

- push ten mils of morphine.
- Mm-hmm.

Can you cover your left eye
and tell me what you see?

Nothing. It's just inky black.

How bad is it? Is it... It's bad, right?

Yeah, looks like
orbital compartment syndrome.

Good news is there's no globe puncture.

That means the eye is still intact.

Why can't he see?

Well, the bulging tells me that there's

pressure on the eye from behind.

Hematoma, buildup of blood.

And if it keeps swelling,

he could lose his eyesight for good.

Is there anything that you can do?

Yeah, but it's gonna be unpleasant.

Tay, let's prep him
for a lateral canthotomy.

Here?

It's our only chance to save his vision.

Alright, light poke here, Jerry.

Okay, trust me, buddy,
you do not wanna move.

This should numb it.

I'm gonna make a small
cut to the ligament around the eye,

which will allow the blood
trapped back there to be released.

Okay? Just take a deep breath.

Alright. Can you see
anything out of that eye yet?

It's still dark.

I'm gonna have to cut a bit more.

I'm so sorry I hurt you, Jer.

Enough of the "I'm sorries."

This is what happens when
you don't speak your truth.

People get shot in the face.

Cutting the inferior crus.

Okay. Pressure releasing.

How many fingers, Jerry?

Uh, three.

Alright. He was once blind,
but now he sees.

Alright, let's package him for travel.

Alright, Tay, can you collect
the biohazard trash?

Daisy, you can ride with us.

Help Taylor with the cleanup.

Doc, great work. I'll see
you back at the station.

Yeah.

How you feel, Daisy?

Do you see why you need
to work on owning your space?

You were right.

I think I'm finally ready
to take the next step.

To getting married?

To break up with you.

Oh. What...

Nothing like a modern-day romance.

- Thank God I'm not single.
- Hmm.

- See you tonight, Boo.
- Bye, baby.

See you later, Blue.

See ya.

So, you're the famous Blue.

I've heard a lot about you, man.

You two seem close.

I would hope so. We live together.

Let's go, guys!

Oh. That's right!

When you mess with Fire,
you get burned, Officer!

- Yep!
- Really?

Blythe, this is meant
to be a friendly game

to raise money for muscular dystrophy.

I know, I know, but it doesn't
mean we can't whoop the PD's butts

while we're doing it.

With 113 on shift today,

I mean, I told Don that we'd represent.

Well, technically, as a dispatcher,

I'm supposed to be neutral.

Yeah, that's my girl.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Cammie?

Yeah?

Is everything okay?

Yeah. Why? What... What do you... Why?

Ohh!

You know, I am kinda spun up today.

Did I tell you that
I got invited to a grief group?

- No. No, you didn't.
- Ugh!

Invited by who?

This guy.

A guy?

Uh, don't worry about the guy.

If you must know, it's the FBI agent

who investigated the cyber attack.

Oh, was he cute?

Again, the guy is
not the point here, okay?

Okay. Yeah, no, he was cute.

Okay, alright, go on.
Continue. Continue.

Anyway, I went.

- And?
- Debacle.

- Oh, no.
- Mm-hmm.

I can imagine how it would
get real heavy real quick.

Oh, no, it was the opposite.

Most of the time they were
laughing their asses off.

- Really?
- Yeah.

This guy said that laughter
is a way of letting go,

but...

it felt more like
comedy club than grief group.

Oh. Well, you know what?

You could use some more laughs
in your life, Cammie.

It's, it's time to start letting go.

I've let go of plenty.

I sent my kids to college,
I switched careers.

You still leave Mark voicemails.

You don't know what it's like.

I lost him, too, you know.

Mark was your husband,
but he was my big brother.

You don't think
I think about him every day?

You're right.

I don't mean to hoard the grief.

I know you don't, honey.

But, as your best friend,

I feel obligated to tell you something

that I don't think you wanna hear.

Mark's dead.

And you're not.

Oh, damn it all to hell!

Ry, what's wrong?

O'Malley just texted.

Cops beat us six to two.

Cap's not gonna be happy about that one.

It's a good thing
he's holed up in his office.

I'm never gonna hear
the end of it from Jalen.

Like when you get home tonight?

Yeah. He's relentless.

He seems like a good guy, though.

He's the best.

So, how long have you
two known each other?

Shoot. Going on three years now.

Stems back from our academy days.

We've been attached
at the hip ever since.

Well, that's a little bit more
information than I needed.

What's that supposed to mean?

You know what it means.

Let's just say he was
very happy to see you.

Blue, you alright?

I'm great.

Well, what are we having?

Tuna can casserole.

Well, if it's one
of your mama's old recipes,

I'm excited to try it.

It's not. This one's
from her ex, Boogie.

Lunch is up!

- I'll get Cap.
- Don't bother.

He said he didn't wanna be disturbed.

That's weird.

Probably still grinding
on those quarterlies.

I'll just grab him a plate of...

What is that exactly?

Boogie surprise.

What's going on, Rox?

Afraid I have bad news, Cap.

Just heard the Cops beat us six-two.

Oh, that's too bad.

And here I thought you'd need
Blue's tuna casserole

to cheer you up.

I don't think that's gonna
cheer anybody up.

I-I told him
I'm gonna work through lunch,

so unless there's anything else, I...

I'll be honest, I've been
noticing a couple red flags, Cap.

Red flags with who?

With you.

In all the years I've worked here,

you've never once not
showed up for a house meal,

even when you weren't eating.

Rox, I'm on a bit of a deadline.

So, uh, what exactly
are you worried about?

I noticed your hands
looked shaky yesterday.

You were flush.

Breathing rapidly.

- Irritable.
- Irritable?

Those could all be signs of PTSD.

You think I have PTSD?

Do you?

Your hands started to quake
and you got all clammy

when you pushed that call yesterday.

If I didn't know any better,

I'd say it looked like a trigger.

Was that really
a telemarketer calling you?

Again, I appreciate your concern,

but, frankly,
it's none of your business.

Understood, sir.

Do you want the door open or...

Closed, please.

Anderson looks like
he can smell blood on the mound.

Here comes the wind-up.

Strike two!

Ramirez hacks at the pitch

and drops down to oh and two.

It's been a tough day for him.

Come on, Ramirez! Don't chase it.

I can't believe he's gonna strike out

on his last at-bat
with the Mockingbirds.

- Ramirez is leaving?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, no. He's your favorite.

Well, he's getting called up
to the majors.

All I wanted for my birthday
was for him to get a hit.

Aw, honey.

You don't wanna put
that kinda pressure on it.

And here comes the pitch.

Ramirez with a swing
and a deep drive to right field!

- David, it's coming this way!
- I got it.

- It's coming this way!
- I got it.

Way back...

- I got it!
- Oh!

I got it.

It's gone!

I got it!

Happy birthday, Son!

Oh, best birthday ever!

Ah, come on. I love you, buddy.

That's my ball.

Hey! Your ball? That's my son's ball.

- Your son's ball?
- Yeah, it's his birthday.

Then take him to get
a present at the team store.

We got it first. That's not fair.

Quit your whining, you spoiled brat.

Hey, would you stop that?
You're acting crazy, man.

Don't call me crazy!

- Let go!
- You let go!

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Uh, where are you, ma'am?

And what theft
are we talking about here?

First Horizon Park.
This guy stole our ball.

This is about a baseball?

I'm telling you, this guy's a psycho.

Ma'am, do me a favor.

Turn the screen towards them
so they can see me.

No, you let it go.

Hi, guys. Hi.

Hi, there. Hi.

I'm Cammie. I'm a 9-1-1 operator.

Listen, we're all too grown

to be fighting over a ball, okay?

It's not just any ball,
it's a home run ball

by my boy's favorite player
on his birthday.

And this nutjob's claiming
he had a divine right to it.

No, it landed in seat 24.
That's my wife's seat.

He's lying. Nobody's in the seat!

That's because she's in
an urn over my fireplace.

And this ball is gonna
go right next to her.

All these years we've been coming here,
she never got a ball.

Alright? So let go.

- No, you let go.
- Let go!

- Alright, listen.
- No!

It sounds like you both have

really good reasons to want the ball,

but neither is worth going to jail.

I see the police are
on their way from right field.

So, there's still time
to resolve this like adults.

Well, I don't care. Fair is fair.

Come on, what's fair
is it belongs to my son.

Dad, just let go.

Oh...

Think you better call an ambulance.

Yep, already on it.

Hey, it's Mark.

Sorry you missed me. I'm the worst.

Hey, babe.

You would never believe
the call I took today.

This guy got in a fight
with a little boy's dad

over a home run ball at a game.

I tried to talk him out of it,
but he wouldn't let go.

Anyway, he fell over the wall
and he broke his tailbone,

but it could have been so much worse.

He could have died.

If I don't start letting go,
what's gonna become of me?

Hey, dude.

Hey.

Night, Ry.

You, uh, wanna grab a beer?

Nah, I think I'm just gonna head home.

You're good though, yeah?

You look a little... blue, Blue.

I'm fine.

Just remind me to always
listen to my big brother.

Can do.

Hey, B.

Hi, Taylor.

I love the fit.

Thank you.

Yours is, uh, nice too.

"Nice."

What every girl aspires to.

Well, good night.

Good night.

Uh, did I do something to offend you?

What? No.

Okay, then what's with the chilly vibes?

Look, you didn't do anything wrong.

I have a confession,

but I want you to know if it
makes you feel in any way unsafe,

we can reach out
to an FD sensitivity specialist.

I have done open mics at Tootsies.

There's nothing that you could
do to make me feel unsafe.

What's up?

This is awkward.

But I've developed feelings for you.

- Oh.
- Feelings beyond a professional capacity.

Oh, boy.

You've just been so kind to me
since the moment I got here.

Having my back. Showing me the ropes.

You are so talented
and funny and beautiful.

Boy, you gonna make me blush.

Um, you do know it's a terrible idea

to woo your coworkers?

I know.

And I'm not wooing.

Ry and Rox warned me already,

it's a quick way to land in HR jail.

That mixed signals and misunderstandings

happen all the time in the workplace.

They do happen. Yes.

And that's exactly what happened to me.

But I want you to know
that this is the last time

you'll hear of it.

Because after this moment,

I'm gonna squash those feelings.

Okay.

Well, thank you for your honesty.

Um... that took a lot of guts.

- Thank you for saying that.
- Mm-hmm.

And thank you for being
so classy about it.

I feel so much better.

And for the record, I'd still
love to go to the Bluebird

with you, as friends.

If you want. Yeah.

I do. We should totally invite Jalen.

We can. Mm...

I don't know if he'd want to, though.

He doesn't like live music?

He does.

Just, he likes to spend his nights off
with his boyfriend.

- His boyfriend?
- Mm-hmm.

I thought y'all were together.

Oh, we live together.

Rent in Nashville's crazy expensive,

but he's like my brother.

Oh, my God.

I really stepped in it
this time, didn't I?

You did.

But... it's okay.

I feel the same way about you.

So, you know, let it rip.

Wait. What?

Good night, B.

I thought you said it was
a bad idea to date coworkers.

A terrible one.

What have you done?

You know, I may have to take
you up on that beer after all.

Cap, I didn't realize
you were still here.

Yeah, come on in.

I'm, uh, just finishing up
the last report

on individual training hours.

Blue really racked 'em up
this quarter. I...

He may have set a new department record.

I'm not surprised.

And with that signature...

I'm officially free of paperwork
for the next three months.

Congratulations.

Hope you're going
somewhere fun to celebrate.

Just a nice whiskey at home.
Put my feet up.

Sounds like heaven.

Oh, uh, this came for you.

Probie must have
mixed it in with the mail.

How much snail mail do we get
that he could have mixed it up?

I think he's been
in a bit of a fog lately.

Uh-huh. Well, thanks, Rox.

Why don't you get out of here, alright?

Have a good...

Cap...

You okay?

I'm good.

- Oh...
- Cap?

Cap!

Easy, Cap. Easy.

You're okay.

Well, this is embarrassing.

There's nothing to feel bad about.

Yeah, says the
person not lying on the floor.

I'm assuming no cardiac event?

No. Your wavelengths were normal,

but your heart rate was off the charts.

Well, it looks okay now.

- But did anyone...
- I closed the door.

Thank you.

We'll keep this in-house, but...

I have to ask.

Do you have any history
of panic attacks?

Only one.

Cap...

by any chance does that letter
have any connection

to the person
who called you the other day?

When your hands started to shake?

Yes.

It's from the man who killed my family.

Do you know what he wants?

He wants to talk.

I've been with a lot of women
in the 27 years

since Betty passed,

but to this day,

not one of them
could hold a candle to my Betty.

The things she could do.

Okay. Alright.

We get it, Archie. She was limber.

Thanks, Arch, for that heartfelt

and very expansive account.

Cammie.

Hi.

It's so good to see you.

- Sorry we're late.
- No, it's alright. It's alright.

Uh, this is my sister-in-law, Blythe.

- Hello.
- Welcome.

Welcome. Um... Yeah, please.

Please.

Come on in.

- I knew he was gonna be cute.
- Shut up.

Okay.

Who wants to share next?

Uh...

I'll go.

- Really? Okay.
- Hmm.

You wanna tell us what
brought you back here tonight?

Well, I was sitting down to dinner,

leaving my husband a voicemail.

I do that.

Well, at least I used to.

Um... I canceled his service
tonight after three years.

I'm so proud of you.

Wow.

What gave you the courage to do that?

Uh, let's call it a nudge from a friend.

Mark wouldn't want me
sitting home alone,

talking to myself

- in an empty house.
- Mm-mm.

And, um...

just because he's not here
to listen anymore

doesn't mean that...
others aren't ready to.

That's right. That's what we do.

We're here for you, baby.

Nick, last time you asked me

what I missed doing most
with my husband...

Oh. We remember.

And it wasn't that.

Although I must say,
that was always outstanding.

Oh, Lordy. Okay.

That's too much information, Cammie.

- Uh, he was her brother.
- Yes.

Anyway, what I miss doing most by far...

is laughing.

And, um...

So I wanted to tell you
my favorite story about him.

- Is this the Peabody?
- Yeah.

Okay, so we went to the
Peabody Hotel for our babymoon.

I was up to here with our first.

And, you know how they have
all those ducks in the lobby?

Well, they must have escaped

because we were outside the first night

and we see this mama duckling

trying to get her little
ducklings across the road.

But cars are just whizzing past.
Nobody sees 'em.

So, Mark goes running out
into the middle of traffic,

waving his arms
and trying to get 'em to stop.

I swear, I thought I was gonna
be a widow that very night.

But Mark being Mark, he pulls it off.

Just as he gets
the last little duckling across,

here comes the mama duck
waddling up to him,

and he just leans down.

And Mark had a really special
connection with animals...

- Mm-hmm.
- You know.

And he leans down
and he gazes into her eyes

and he says, "You're welcome, Mama."

And it was really beautiful.
It was beautiful.

Until she just bit him

right where the sun don't shine.

Just fast as a cobra.

Mark just goes down.

And... and I go to help him up,

and he just, he starts saying,
"Oh, thank God, thank God."

I'm like, "What? What thank
God? Thank God for what?"

And he goes, "Thank God
you're already pregnant."

Oh!

I needed that.

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