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[♪ Western music playing]

Listen up. The big day is almost here,
so I need each one of you to lock in.

You got no chance, chumps.

We'll see who's laughing when I put
this biscuit in the basket, Doc.

- Three, two...
- [whistle blows]

[♪ Western music continues]

- [♪ music stops]
- [groaning]

Damn, Blue. It's just practice.

I'm so sorry. I lost control.

Are you okay? [panting]

[laughs]

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.

Matter if I can't skate worth a lick?

What are you talking about, dude?
You're a regular Lemieux.

- [Blue grunts]
- [teammates gasping, exclaiming]

We can work on that.

[groans]

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 a 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.
We'll get you where you need to go.

That's gonna be a project.

Well, that sucks.

You know what sucks even worse? [sighs]

Department quarterly report's due
at the end of the week.

- No. Already?
- I'm up to my elbows in it.

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.

- [phone buzzes]
- 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--
- [phone beeps]

[phone buzzes]

[♪ tense music playing]

[phone beeps]

Cap, you all right?

[heartbeat echoing]

Yeah, it's, uh...

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

[Lorna]

♪ I'm not drunk, I'm just drinking... ♪

[horns honking]

- [driver 1] Get off the road!
- [Willy] Whoo!

- [driver 2] Hey, y'all seeing this?
- [Willy laughing]

[driver 3] Come on,
you gotta be kidding me!

Oh, my God.

- [driver 4] Let's go.
- [driver 5] Get off the street!

- [siren chirping]
- [driver 6] Seriously?

[officer] Pull the lift off the road.

- Go around!
- [officer] Pull off the road.

This is as fast as she goes.

[tires screech]

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 "deceivening."

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.

- [grunts]
- Uh-oh! Too slow.

[laughs]

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! [laughs]

Just kidding.

You know what?

You, ma'am, may kiss
my newly-unemployed ass. [laughs]

- [onlookers exclaim]
- Yeah, I'm gonna need the fire department.

[siren blaring]

[Willy] Elevator goes down.

Elevator goes up!

Up, up and away!

Hello.

Well, it 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?

[onlookers cheering, whooping]

[Don] Rox, crowd control.

Blue, Taylor, inflate that cushion.

Come on up here to the unemployment zone!

All right, folks,
I need you to stand back! Stand back!

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

Top of Nashville, Ma!

[onlookers gasp]

[laughing]

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. [sighs]

What are you gonna do, huh?

We're not gonna need to.

[Willy] Ah! You can't come get me.

Come on up if you think you got a pair.

Come on up!

Come... Oh! Wait!

Oh, no fair!

Brake release valve.

- [Willy] Not fair, man. No!
- [Don chuckles]

He's all yours.

[♪ upbeat rock music playing]

[bell rings]

[Blue] 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.

All right.

Mmm! Mama taught you right.

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

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

He's working on those quarterlies.
Lord knows he hates paperwork.

True. Last fall,
he was a walking migraine.

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

Hey, you got a little...

I get it?

Hold still.

[Taylor] Thanks, B.

That was delicious.

You just wait till lunch.

Got a little something extra for you.

Hmm. I'm gonna go touch up.

- You do that.
- I will.

[sighs deeply] 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.

[sighs] 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, but it's a bad idea.

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

[Ryan] And 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?

Yeah, 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...
- [group laughs]

- A 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.

[group laughs]

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...

[snaps fingers]

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'd accomplished something.

Next day, I added an item.

"Get out of bed."

And then, uh, just kinda grew from there.

And now, thanks to Ashley and her list,

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.
- [all] Hi, Cammie.

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

from the cyber apocalypse.

- No big deal.
- [all laugh]

Well, thank you for having me,
Agent Turner.

It's just Nick here.

[all chuckle]

All right, 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... [scoffs]

...pithy story planned.

I'm...

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

Well, 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.

[chuckling] Why am I drawing a blank?

Uh, just anything. 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.

[person 1] 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.

[all chuckling]

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

Hold on. I got it.

- Cammie, hold up.
- This was 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. [sighs]

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.

[chuckles] Well,

I think you'll find it's hard
to tell the difference sometimes.

[sighs]

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's 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.

[panting]

- 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'm 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.

- [giggles]
- Good day.

Good day? Blue. Are you feeling all right?

You're acting weird.

Really? [chuckles] Am I?

To be honest,

lately, I've been feeling
this massive buildup 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.
- All right.

Eighty-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. [exhales]
She's about to have her surgery.

- That's good.
- [sighs] 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.

- 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.

[chuckling] Great.

- I'll see you later.
- Bye.

Oh.

[voicemail] 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. [chuckles]

It must have been stage fright,

because I promise there is no shortage
of things I miss about you.

I miss...

[sighs] 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.

[scoffs]

How could I let any of that go?

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

I miss all of you, Mark.

So much.

I love you.

Good night.

- [guns firing]
- [person] 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.

You 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.

Okay, 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.

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.

- [sighs]
- If I can 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.

[gunshot]

- Oh, my God. Jerry, are you okay?
- [Jerry panting]

It just grazed me.

Thank God you're a lousy shot.

[screams]

[siren blaring]

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.

I'm gonna take care of you.
How's your pain?

It's not great.

All right. Tay, push ten mils of morphine.

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

[stammers] Nothing. It's just inky black.

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

Yeah, it 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, a 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?
- [Roxie] It's our only chance

to save his vision.

[Taylor] All right,
light poke here, Jerry.

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

[Taylor] This should numb it.

[monitor beeps]

[Roxie] 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.

[Jalen groans]

All right, can you see anything
out of that eye yet?

[stammers] 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.

[Roxie] Cutting the inferior crus.

Okay, pressure releasing.

How many fingers, Jerry?

Uh, three.

All right.
He was once blind, but now he sees.

All right, let's package him for travel.

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?

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.

Nothing like a modern-day romance.

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

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

- See you later, Blue.
- See you.

So you're the famous Blue.
Heard a lot about you, man.

You two seem close.

I would hope so. We live together.

[♪ surf music playing]

Let's go, guys.

Oh, that's right. When you mess with fire,
you get burned, officer! Yep!

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 whup
the PD's butts while we're doing it.

- [sighs]
- And 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.

[crowd chanting indistinctly]

- Cammie.
- [burping softly] Yeah?

Is everything okay?

Yeah, why? Why do you... Why?

[crowd exclaims]

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. Invited by who?
- Ugh.

This guy. [sighs]

A guy?

Uh, don't worry about the guy.

If you must know, it was the FBI agent
who investigated that cyberattack.

Oh. Is he cute?

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

Yeah, no, he was cute. Okay,
all right, go on. Continue. Continue.

Anyway, I went.

- And?
- Debacle.

- Oh, no.
- Mm-hmm.

I can imagine
that 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... [scoffs]

felt more like comedy club
than grief group.

Aw. 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.

[phone chimes]

[Ryan sighs]

Oh, damn it all to hell.

Ry, what's wrong?

O'Malley just texted.

- Cops beat us 6-2.
- [clicks tongue]

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.

[chuckles]

Blue, you all right?

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.

[bell rings]

Lunch is up!

I'll get Cap.

Don't bother.
He said he didn't wanna be disturbed.

[Roxie] That's weird.

Probably still grinding
on those quarterlies.

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

What is that exactly?

Boogie's surprise.

What's going on, Rox?

Afraid I have bad news, Cap.

I just heard the cops beat us 6-2.

Ah, that's too bad.

And here I thought you needed
Blue's tuna casserole to cheer you up.

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

I told him I'm gonna work through lunch.
So unless there's anything else...

I'll be honest, I've been noticing
a couple of 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.

- [sighs softly]
- 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? [chuckles]

Those can all be signs of PTSD.

You think I have PTSD?

Do you?

Your hand 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.

[commentator] Anderson looks like
he can smell blood on the mound.

Here comes the windup.

[umpire] Strike two!

Ramirez hacks at the pitch,
and drops down to 0-2.

It's been a tough day for him.

Come on, Ramirez! Don't chase it!

[sighs] 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.

Honey, you don't wanna put
that kind of pressure on it.

And here comes the pitch.

[bat cracks]

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

[♪ uplifting music playing]

David, it's coming this way.

[David] I got it. I got it.

[commentator] Way back!

- I got it. I got it!
- [commentator] It is gone!

- I got it!
- [spouse cheers]

[cheering, laughter]

- Happy birthday, Son.
- 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?
- [David] Yeah, it's his birthday.

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

[child] We got it first. That's not fair.

- Quit your whining, you spoiled brat.
- Hey!

- Would you stop that? You're acting crazy.
- Don't call me crazy.

- Let go.
- No, you let go.

[both grunting]

[Cammie]

[line ringing]

Uh, where are you, ma'am?
And what theft are we talking about here?

First Horizon Park.

[stammers] 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.

[grunting] Please, let it go.

[Cammie] Hi, guys. Hi. Hi, there.

Hi, I'm Cammie. I'm a 911 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 is in a 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.

All right? So let go.

- No, you let go.
- Let go!

- [David] No!
- All right, listen.

It sounds like you both have
really good reasons to want the ball,

but neither's 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.

Fair is it belongs to my son.

[child] Dad, just let go.

[yells]

- [crowd exclaims]
- Oh!

[groaning]

- I think you better call an ambulance.
- Yep, already on it.

[siren wailing]

[continues groaning]

[voicemail] Hey, it's Mark.
Sorry you missed me. I'm the worst.

- [microwave beeps]
- [Cammie] 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've been so much worse.
He could've died.

[♪ melancholy music playing]

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

[sighs]

- [Ryan] Hey, dude.
- Hey. [sighs]

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.

[stammers] 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. [sighs]

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.

[laughs] I have done open mics
at Tootsie's.

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

- [sighs]
- 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're gonna make me blush.

Um, you do know it's a terrible idea
to woo your coworkers?

- I know, and I'm not wooing.
- [chuckles]

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.

Thank you for being
so classy about it. [chuckles]

- I feel so much better.
- Good.

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. Hmm.

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

He doesn't like live music?

He does. It's just he likes to spend
his nights off with his boyfriend.

- His boyfriend?
- Mm-hmm.

- I thought y'all were together.
- Well, we live together.

Rent in Nashville's crazy expensive.

But he's like my brother.

Oh, my God. [sighs]

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?

[Taylor] A terrible one.

What have you done?

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

[chuckles]

[knocks]

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... [chuckles]
He may have set a new department record.

I'm not surprised.

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've 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, all right?
Have a good...

[♪ tense music playing]

Cap? You okay?

[heartbeat echoing]

I'm good.

Cap? Cap!

[monitor beeping]

[Roxie] Easy, Cap. Easy.

- You're okay.
- [sighs] Well, this is embarrassing.

There's nothing to feel bad about.

[groaning] 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...

- [grunts]
- ...I have to ask.

Do you have any history of panic attacks?

[sighs]

Only one.

Cap.

By any chance,
does that letter have any connection

to the person who called you the other day
when your hand 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.

- [group chuckling]
- Okay. All right.

We get, Archie. She was limber.

Thanks, Arch, for that heartfelt
and very expansive account.

[door opens]

Cammie.

- Hi.
- [Turner] It's so good to see you.

- Sorry we're late.
- No, it's all right.

[Cammie] 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.
- [whispers] Shut up.

Okay.

Who wants to share next?

I'll go.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay. You wanna tell us
what brought you back here tonight?

Well... [exhales]

...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.

[group chuckles]

Mark wouldn't want me sitting home alone
talking to myself in an empty house.

And, um, just because he's not here
to listen anymore

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

[Turner] That's right. That's what we do.

We're here for you, baby.

Nick, last time you asked me
what I miss doing most with my husband.

Oh, we remember.

- [group laughs]
- 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.

- [chuckling] Is this the Peabody?
- Yeah. [chuckles]

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've 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 them.

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.

[group chuckles]

But Mark being Mark, he pulls it off.
[chuckles]

Just as he gets
the last little duckling across,

here comes the mama duck
waddling up to him.

And he just leans down.

Now, Mark had a really special connection
with animals, you know?

And he leans down,
and he gazes into her eyes,

and he says,

- "You're welcome, mama."
- [group laughs]

And it was really beautiful.
It was beautiful.

[laughing]

Until she just bit him
right where the sun don't shine.

- [group laughs]
- Just fast as a cobra.

Mark just goes down.

And I go to help him up,
and he just starts...

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."

[group laughs]

[inhales deeply] Oh.

I needed that.