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You're not peeking, are you?

-No, I'm not peeking. -He's peeking.

Alright, Blue, open 'em up.

- So? - What?

- That's for me? - Yes.

- Yep. - Do you like it?

Like it? I love it.

A '66 Mustang, just like the one I had?

But I can't accept this.

- Oh, come on. - Huh?

-They can afford it. -Ryan.

Hey, look, you sacrificed your own car,

and almost your life, to keep Nashville safe.

-You, you earned it. -Yeah.

We were gonna get you a new one--

But nothing felt right.

And I know how much you liked the old one.

- I did. - Yeah.

So, your daddy searched all over the state

- for the exact same model. - Mm-hmm.

Yep. This baby was waiting for you in Memphis.

It is in mint condition.

Well, almost.

I can't believe you went through all that trouble.

Aw. Happy birthday, Blue.

-Aw. Happy birthday, Blue! -Oh, thank you.

-Happy birthday! -Happy birthday!

-Happy birthday! -Come on, brother.

Come on now, let's get this party started!

Taylor, do you want some more Prosecco?

Oh, why, yes, I do, thank you.

Yes. There we go.

- Yes. - 'Kay.

-Thanks, Mom. -Yes, you're quite welcome.

Sam?

Oh, um... I'm actually-- I'm okay.

What? Since when? You love Prosecco.

Oh, just, uh, since-- I've just been--

It's been giving me indigestion.

Oh.

- Alright. Rox, refill? - Oh, yeah.

- How are you doing? - Good.

Thanks, Blythe.

Okay. So who's got you all giggly?

I am not giggly.

It's just this dumb thing Elena texted.

-Oh! -Oh.

Wait. Are you texting with GlowUpByElena?

What are you texting about?

Yeah, Rox, what are you texting about?

So, Elena says that Mama's Hot Chicken

has hotter wings than Fiery Frank's,

-which is obviously not true-- -No.

That's absurd. Frank's uses ghost peppers.

We've Literally had 9-1-1 calls about that.

Thank you. That's what I told her.

Now she's daring me to a taste-off.

Um, you know what that sounds like.

A date. Mm.

It's not a date.

Hmm...

The two of you are arranging

a time to eat together at an off-site location.

First of all, I'm not even gonna do it.

And second... it's just chicken.

Mm-hmm.

It is just chicken.

Well, somebody most definitely is. Ba-kawk.

Roxie's got a date.

Oh, my God.

You know, this is sugar free, right?

Yeah. Just not hungry, I guess.

Well, would you want a drink?

I mean, the bartender can make

some really great low-sugar cocktails.

I am okay.

And thank you guys, again, for all this.

- And for the car. - Of course, of course.

But, uh, you, you sure you're okay?

Yeah, I'm great.

Because, you know it's okay if you're not. It's--

-Yeah. -This is your party.

I just haven't heard from Mama all day.

Ah. She's angry you did it here.

You could say that.

She, uh, she kinda kicked me out of the house.

Oh, I am so sorry. I know we drew a hard line,

but we did not intend to come between the two of y'all.

It's not y'all's fault.

It was in the heat of the moment

and I'm sure she'll come around.

But I still haven't heard from her.

And it's the first time she hasn't called me on my birthday.

That breaks my heart, honey.

But, you know what? If you wanna talk to her...

the phone works both ways.

...which is ridiculous because Elena totally likes her.

And if it's a planned meal, then it is, in fact, a date.

You okay, B?

Yeah, I just got a fully restored '66 Mustang.

What is there to complain about?

I know that you're hurt that your mama didn't call you back.

And it's okay to be sad on your own birthday.

I'm not sad. I'm mad.

And you have every reason to be.

How petty is she?

That the second I don't do exactly what she asked,

she throws me out to the curb like garbage?

Who does that?

I'm not gonna lie, it is messed up.

I mean, what if I had an emergency?

Would she even know? Would she even care?

-I'm sure she would. -I'm not.

She hasn't even answered my texts

about when to go back to the house and grab my stuff.

She's leaving me on read, her own son.

Why don't you let me take care of it?

I can reach out to her.

That's not your problem.

It comes with the territory of being a girlfriend.

Well, thank you, baby.

I just hate how much power she still has over me.

I can't stand that I let her ruin today.

Mamas can cast a big shadow.

Sometimes it takes a while to step out from under 'em.

But, today isn't over.

We can still turn it around.

Suddenly things just took a turn for the better.

Shut up.

If you're gonna be crashing here,

I'm gonna need a courtesy text.

I'm sorry.

-No worries. -I'm sorry.

-Happy birthday, Blue. -Thank you, thank you, Jalen.

Hope it's a good one.

- Thank you! - Good Night!

Night.

I think she's dying.

Okay, sir. Take a breath. What's your name?

Brian. Brian Williams.

My ex-wife is Vera. Vera Hoffman.

Hi, Brian. I'm Cammie. What's going on?

I don't know.

You don't know?

What do you mean you don't know?

I think somebody's in Vera's house. An intruder.

Why do you say that?

I was just there.

You were in the house with her?

But I left.

Okay. You said she's at 913 Garfield?

Uh, yes. That's right. I'm driving back there now.

PD respond to 913 Garfield.

Be advised, possible assault in progress of a Vera Hoffman.

Copy you, PD 267 en route.

I'll have paramedics standing by.

Help is on the way.

So, Brian, you think she was being attacked?

Yes! She called me screaming like she was dying!

But I couldn't understand her, but then she went silent.

That's why I patched you into the call.

So you could talk to her. So you could help her!

Are you saying she's on this call right now?

Yes, but she's quiet now. She's too quiet.

Vera, are you there?

Vera, is that you?

If you can hear me, just hold on.

We're coming for you.

Dispatch, PD 267 arriving on scene.

PD, be advised,

the attacker could still be in the house.

Copy you, dispatch.

- Hey, Jalen. - Dispatch said

there could be an active assault inside.

Y'all stay here till I clear the residence.

Okay. Good luck.

Be careful, Jay.

Police! Open the front door!

Police! Open up!

Can I help you, officer?

We got a 9-1-1 call about an assault.

We're in the middle of Bible study.

-This is 913 Garfield? -Yes, sir.

There a Vera Hoffman here?

Vera's house is down the street.

Uh, the house with the white pillars.

Thanks. Dispatch, we got the wrong address.

What?

We were just told Vera Hoffman

lives at 932 Garfield, not 913.

Headed there now. We got the wrong house.

Follow me.

Brian, did you say 913 or 932?

Brian?

Shoot!

This is 932. Y'all stay here.

Nashville PD!

Vera, are you home?

Dispatch, door is open.

267 is entering the residence.

Copy. I'm watching on your body cam.

We got blood.

Rescue 113, I need you in here right now!

- Copy you, coming in! - I'll stand guard

and keep the room secure.

Oh, God.

Ma'am, can you hear us?

- Tay, get her on the LIFEPAK. - Yeah.

Dispatch, victim has suffered what appear to be

multiple stab wounds to the neck and chest,

possibly with a knife from her own butcher block.

Oh, God.

Heart rate is 125,

BP is 53 over 25.

She's in hypovolemic shock. She lost too much blood.

Start a line. Run it wide open.

Inserting.

Doc, she's coming to.

Brr... Brr...

Brr...

Hey, Vera.

Hey. We're here to help.

BP's dropping. I can't get a pulse.

Starting compressions.

Come on, Vera, stay with us.

Come on.

- Pulse check. - Nothing.

- She's flatlining. - Damn it!

Resuming compressions.

Come on, Vera, wake up for me.

Mom?! Mom, why is the door open?

Mom, what's going on?

Stay back.

Mom? Mom!

Mom!

Today was a bad one.

My worst nightmare happened at work.

Brought back a lot of old trauma.

We'd love for you to share. I mean, if you're willing.

Well, a man called 9-1-1

saying that his ex-wife was being attacked.

He was actually on the line with her.

He patched her into the call.

Oh, my God. So you could hear it?

Yes. I dispatched first responders to help.

But the caller had given me the wrong address.

To his ex-wife's house? Shady.

Yeah, it was.

Still, it was my mistake.

How is that your mistake?

I should have verified his address in my system

and not just taken the caller's word for it.

If I had, maybe they would have gotten to her in time.

Well, how bad were the injuries?

Bad.

So, at the end of the day,

it probably wouldn't have made a difference.

Well, we'll never know.

The idea of that poor woman lying there

hoping for help that arrived too late.

It just took me right back to my husband when he choked...

and all I could do was pray that someone would come

through that door in time to save him.

And...

I'm sorry.

No, it's okay.

Take your time.

The woman's name was Vera.

She's survived by her sister and her 17-year-old daughter.

I can't stop thinking about them.

Her wake is tomorrow,

and as crazy as it sounds, I'm thinking about going.

Why is that crazy?

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

Or maybe when they find out that I dropped the ball,

they'll just throw me out.

Well, if one of the paramedics

that showed up too late for your husband

came to you to, to tell you

how sorry they were for your loss...

what would you have done?

Probably given 'em the biggest hug in the world.

Well, alright then.

Dixie. Thanks for meeting me.

It's the least I could do for the gal

my son's shacking up with.

Well, it's not shacking up.

My roommate and I are keeping a roof over his head

'cause you kicked him out.

Cry me a river.

Blue thinks he's such a big boy now,

but he still sends his girlfriend to pick up his stuff.

Can we start this over?

Why don't you have a seat?

Uh, his clothes and his hair products are in here.

You will soon learn that he uses more than a Texas beauty queen.

Yeah, I know.

Look... his insulin and cartridges are in here.

Just make sure he don't eat too much fruit,

especially pears.

You don't get to do that.

I don't get to do what?

Have it both ways.

Be his mother now and then not even pick up his calls.

Blue made it very clear that he didn't wanna hear from me

when he chose those blue bloods over his own mama.

It broke my heart.

Doesn't have to be a zero-sum game.

Oh, honey, everything in this life is a zero-sum game.

Shouldn't be when it comes to family.

So, what did they get my son for his birthday, huh?

I mean, I'm sure Blythe pulled out all the stops.

A vintage Mustang.

I-- I knew it.

I mean, I knew they'd try to buy his love.

How am I supposed to compete with that?

That's the point. You're not.

As thrilled as Blue was with the car,

he would have traded it all for a phone call

from his mom on his birthday.

- Really? - Yeah.

He was crushed.

Said you've never missed a single one.

That is true.

Look, I have a shift, so I should run.

Thanks for his stuff.

Wait.

He was really that upset?

You're not the only person who's heartbroken, Dixie.

I thought our photo would be on the wall by now.

I know.

But the fight's not over yet.

Yeah.

Jen, here's the doc.

Hi, Mike, Jen, how are you feeling today?

Tense... terrified, and filled with hope.

Well, let's focus on that third one, okay?

You got nothing to worry about today.

You've been taking the estrogen and progesterone as prescribed?

- Yes. - Great.

Well, I'm gonna start thawing your embryo,

and I'll be back for you soon.

-Thank you, Dr. Graza. -You're welcome.

That make you feel any better?

A little.

What if this one doesn't take either?

This is our last embryo.

Our last chance.

Hey, hey, hey.

Whatever happens, we go through it together, okay?

Don't think about the future, Jen.

Like Dr. G said, we have nothing to worry about today.

Help is on the way, ma'am.

Can you tell me the address of the accident?

Inside Rolling Hills Fertility.

I'm sorry, did you say inside?

Dr. Graza was in the lab

when the car crashed through the wall.

She's pinned between the car and the cooling tank.

Everybody else accounted for?

- Yes. - The driver of the car?

We pulled her out. She seems okay.

- Taylor, check her out. - Yeah.

- Rest of y'all, come with me. - Hey, ma'am.

Can you tell me exactly what happened?

It was the darndest thing.

The harder I pressed the brake,

the faster I accelerated.

Hey, ma'am, it's gonna be okay.

We're going to get you out.

Uh, Cap, we got a problem.

We got liquid nitrogen in the air!

Toxic to breathe!

Get all the civilians outta here now!

Rox, get her some O2.

Everybody, mask up now!

Alright, we're gonna have to evacuate.

We'll check you out outside, okay?

Rest of y'all come with me.

We're gonna help you, ma'am.

Tell me where it hurts.

I'm so cold. I think my arm is frozen

and... pinned to the tank.

Blue, in the driver's seat.

See if you can turn it on and reverse it off her.

On it, Cap.

I'm gonna give you 10 mils of morphine.

Okay.

Ryan here is gonna get you on the LIFEPAK

and give you some 02.

Oh, no.

What's that sound?

It's the dewar. It's losing nitrogen.

-You gotta save 'em. -Save who?

All the clients' eggs and embryos

are in that dewar behind me.

The alarm means it's warming up.

Yeah, it looks like it took some damage

from the crash.

What happens if that temperature gets too high?

All those families you passed out there,

all those people lose their chance at becoming parents.

You need to save those eggs now!

Hey, how do we do that?

You need to get the dewar

to the nearest clinic as fast as possible.

Okay, but we can't get to it

without getting you out first.

Dispatch,

we need a second unit ASAP for medical transport.

Copy you, 113. Headed to you now.

How long till we can move this car?

We need to unpin her!

- Not anytime soon. - Engine's dead!

We can't even get it in neutral.

Maybe we can winch it outta here.

You know what you have to do.

My arm is frozen.

You mean amputate?

The tissue's already necrotic.

It can't be saved.

But there's a chance to save the dewar.

You can save all the embryos

if you cut me out.

Rox, she's right.

Sometimes the worst option is the only option.

Okay. Ryan, start a tourniquet above the elbow.

And somebody bring me a handsaw!

You got it.

Here you go, Doc.

Thanks, Tay.

Are you sure about this?

Yes. I'm sure.

It's the only way to save the eggs.

You're a very brave woman.

Take my hand.

Hold steady. Hold steady.

It's over. You did good, Doc.

Taylor, Rox, get her on the stretcher.

Get her ready for transport.

Ryan, Blue, let's get the dewar!

Let's go! Let's go!

This thing is looking pretty banged up!

What's the temp on the gauge?

It's negative 165.

Scratch that. Negative 163.

It's negative 161 and rising.

We're too late. Once that gets above negative 135,

all the eggs and the embryos inside will die.

The next IVF clinic is ten miles away from here.

Okay, boys, I got an idea.

Keep moving. Call 'em.

Tell 'em to bring out another dewar.

We're gonna do a transfer on the spot.

But, Captain, we don't have a way

to keep it cold out in the world.

You don't... we might.

Still minus 142.

It's working! Genius idea, Cap.

We'll see. CO2's cold, but it ain't that cold.

Minus 138!

Minus 137, Cap. We gotta go now!

If it gets to 135, it's game over.

Driver, we need to step on it!

Hold on!

Hustle! Let's hustle.

What's the temp inside the dewar?

Minus 137.

Careful now.

Hurry, hurry!

-They gonna have a chance? -Yes.

You got them here just in time.

I think they're still viable.

Nice hustle, boys.

Congratulations.

Y'all kept hope alive

for a lot of families today.

That's what we do.

Thanks again for coming with me today.

Oh, yeah. Well, you'd do the same for me.

I would.

Well, I probably wouldn't ask you

to crash a stranger's wake.

Yeah.

Get out of my sight!

You are not welcome here, you son of a bitch!

She was my wife!

Your ex-wife.

I just want to pay my respects

and to be there to support my daughter.

Your daughter doesn't wanna see you

because you killed her mother.

I would never hurt her! I loved her.

I don't care what the cops say, Brian, okay?

You are a murderer. Now get off my property!

And don't come back here again!

Get out, you murderer!

Is that the 9-1-1 caller?

That's him. That's Brian Williams.

I'm sorry y'all had to witness that.

You're here for Vera's wake?

Yeah.

Well, I'm Aubrey, her sister.

I was her sister.

I-I'm Cammie, this is my sister-in-law Blythe.

We are so sorry for your loss.

Thank you. Come in.

So, how'd you guys know Vee?

We don't.

Not really. Um...

I'm the dispatcher that took the 9-1-1 call.

Oh.

Yeah, the cops told me he gave the wrong address.

It's true, but I should have verified it.

I'm really sorry that we couldn't save her.

And I know it's probably not any consolation at all to you,

but I wanted you to know

that I will never let that happen again.

I appreciate you saying that.

Took a lot of guts for you to come here today.

But you're right, it is no comfort.

And if you really wanna help, you'll tell those cops

to get off their asses and bring Brian to justice.

I am sure they're looking into him. It's still very fresh.

No, they're not, actually.

They told me he was eliminated.

Already? How?

Guess his phone records show that he was on the road

at the same time of the murder.

And apparently it's not a crime

to give 9-1-1 the wrong address

unless you can prove it was on purpose.

But I know that he did this.

Aunt Bree's right.

My dad wasn't the same after the divorce.

Oh, you must be Olivia.

We're so sorry for your loss, honey.

Thank you.

Everyone knew that he was still in love with her.

It's true.

He was doing everything he could to stay around.

He was doing projects at the house,

especially tech stuff.

My dad was really good at tech stuff.

Vee was a millionaire ten times over,

but she hired him to put in the security cameras,

which just happened to go out an hour before the murder.

Surprise, surprise.

You're kidding.

No. She'd just started dating.

And Olivia here thinks that maybe

he went over there to confront her...

Things didn't go well.

Now I've lost both my parents.

I want you to know I really appreciate you doing this.

I don't know what you're talking about

because I haven't done anything.

I definitely did not use my FBI badge

to access files from a homicide investigation.

Well, then, thanks for nothing.

Oh, you're very welcome.

Not a word about this in grief group.

Understood.

So, is it true that the cops

have already ruled out Brian as a suspect?

Well, they took a hard look at him, Cam.

They photographed and interviewed him.

He swears he just set up Vera's new computer and left.

Yeah, right before she got stabbed to death.

The timing is suspicious,

but, look, he took a polygraph.

He passed with flying colors.

I mean, there's nothing to connect him to the crime.

Other than the fact that he gave me the wrong address.

It's possible that in a panic

someone could... mix up a number.

I wanna show you some things.

Alright. Let's see what you got.

This is the body cam footage

from the responding officer to Vera's home.

Brr... Brr... Brr...

Those were her last words.

But she couldn't get them out.

What does it sound like she's trying to say?

Brian.

I think she was calling out the name of her killer.

Look, it's chilling and it's heartbreaking,

but it's not evidence.

None of his DNA is on the murder weapon.

There's no defensive wounds. The man has a rock-solid alibi.

According to his cell provider,

during the 9-1-1 call to you,

his phone was pinged right here on Howard Road.

That's, like, seven miles from Vera's house.

At that moment. That's just a snapshot.

That's not the whole story.

It is. Unless he can teleport.

Well, maybe he can.

One of the features of CyberSight

is it can track the location of someone's cell

in real-time during a call.

Okay.

So, watch where he was during my call.

9-1-1. What's your emergency?

My ex-wife's in trouble!

You gotta help.

Her address is, uh,

91-- 913 Garfield.

You see, he's on Howard Road, right where he said he was.

Vera's house is way down here.

- I know. Wait for it. - Brian. Brian Williams.

Hi, Brian. I'm Cammie. What's going on?

- You see that? - I don't know.

It triplicates. And one of the dots is--

-Right by Vera's house. -Yeah.

I mean, it could just be a glitch,

but Olivia did say her dad was good at tech stuff.

He's not just good at tech stuff.

The guy's a private contractor for the NSA.

So, he might be able to spoof his location.

He might, yeah. Can you keep playing it?

That's why I patched you into the call

so you could talk to her.

So you could help her!

Are you saying she's on this call right now?

Vera, are you there?

- Vera? - Hey, pause! Pause.

Go back. Did you hear that?

Vera, it sounds like she's crying.

No, no, it's not just Vera. Run it back one more time.

Are you saying she's on this call right now?

Vera, are you there?

- Right there. You hear that? - Vera?

That's two different voices right there.

One's already making a sound, the other one overlaps.

Let me see if I can separate the stems

by pitch and frequency.

Yeah.

You're right. There's two frequencies.

Here's the first one.

Okay, that sounds like Vera.

Here's the second one.

Vee, let go.

There's another woman there.

"Vee, let go"?

Maybe she wasn't saying "Brian."

She was saying "Bree."

-So... -So, Vera's sister is Aubrey.

Her niece calls her Aunt Bree. Oh, God.

This isn't about love. It's about money.

-Where are you going? -I have to warn Olivia.

Hi, Olivia.

Just wanted to check on you and see how you're feeling.

Not too good, Aunt Bree.

Ever since dinner, I've been feeling really dizzy.

My stomach's cramping.

Like your... limbs are going weak?

Like you could maybe lose control of them?

Yeah... How did you know?

You know that Xanax the doctors gave you

to help with the grief?

I crushed it all up

and put it in your lasagna.

- You what? - Yeah.

I thought it would make this next part a little easier.

No!

I warned you about the loss of limb control.

Soon, you won't be able to move.

You know...

all I asked for

was a small loan from your mom,

and she refused.

She always thought that she was better than me.

- Please... Aunt Bree. - Shh!

Stay still.

It's okay, it's okay.

Everybody will understand.

Your mother's death was just too much to bear.

Especially at the hands... of your father.

So you decided to end it all.

No, no, no, no, no!

Just hold still for Auntie.

No!

It's okay. Shh.

I'm gonna wake up tomorrow and I'm gonna find you.

And your mom's fortune will be mine.

Who could that be?

Don't go anywhere.

You got to be kidding me.

Nashville Police. Open the door, please.

Oh, just go away.

Nashville PD.

Anybody home?

He... Help.

Dispatch,

PD 267 unable to complete

welfare check on Olivia Williams.

Why not?

Nobody answered the door.

Is there a car in the driveway?

Are there any lights on in the house?

Yeah.

Okay, then please don't give up. Olivia could be in danger.

I understand that, but I can't just knock down the front door without--

-Check that, I'm going in. -What happened?

I got eyes on Olivia in an upstairs bedroom.

She's wounded.

Aubrey! Open this door now!

Open the door or I'll knock it down!

Shots fired! Shots fired!

Send everybody you can!

Everybody stay behind the trucks!

We've got an active shooter in the residence.

113, take cover.

I repeat, 113, take cover.

Everybody stay out of sight.

I heard there was an injured hostage?

Yeah. I saw her upstairs in that room there.

Has anybody made contact with the shooter?

We haven't been able to locate a negotiator,

so dispatch is reaching out now.

Who is this?

Aubrey, this is Cammie Raleigh

from 9-1-1 dispatch.

Your house is surrounded.

I can see that. Thanks.

But there's still a way out of this.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Surrender now and let us give Olivia first aid.

We know she's hurt.

Olivia is fine, okay?

But she's not gonna be for long

if you don't give me what I want.

Listen, I'll do the best I can,

but SWAT is already on the way.

Anybody walks in this door,

they're gonna get shot. Do you understand me?

I need to talk to a hostage negotiator.

And we're working to get one on the line.

But for now, I'm here

and I'm trained in crisis intervention.

Yeah, but you don't have any power, okay?

So don't call me again until you have somebody that does.

Wait. Aubrey, wait.

Lorna, how far out is SWAT?

About an hour.

Olivia may not have an hour.

I'm sorry, they just deployed at an armed robbery in Franklin.

Hits just keep on coming, huh?

Yeah, they usually do.

Captain Hart, are you on scene?

113 here. What can I do for you?

We're trying to line up a negotiator,

but that girl inside needs help right now.

It's gonna be tough to get to her without getting shot.

The shooter's got a direct line of sight on us.

How far away is SWAT?

Well, the bad news is

they won't be there for more than an hour.

So, what's the good news?

She doesn't know that.

I was thinking y'all could give her a little light show.

I like it. We're on it.

Ryan, Rox, Kevlar and helmets.

-Get ready to move. -You got it, Cap.

Hold on, Captain. Fire department can't enter

an active scene without police presence.

Oh, don't worry about it.

You're coming with us.

Come on.

Stanley, did you find me a negotiator?

I'm trying, but two of them

are deployed with SWAT at the robbery.

And the other's down with the flu.

Damn it! We need one for this plan to work.

Keep going, please.

I... might know somebody who's available.

Do you have that negotiator for me?

Yes, I've got him on the line.

Stand by. I'm gonna patch him in.

What the hell is that?!

Son of a bitch!

What's what?

You guys have snipers out there?

You better not be lying to me.

I warned you they'd be getting there fast, Aubrey.

Excellent aim, firefighters.

I crush at laser tag.

Tell them to stand down before I end it all!

PD stand down!

I said stand down!

Scary.

Okay, she closed the blinds. Let's move.

Taylor, you swing the ladder up around the window.

You got it, Cap.

Blue, keep tracking her with that thermal gun.

Let's hope Cammie keeps her distracted.

I'll be watching the whole time, Cap.

Okay, Aubrey. I've gotten SWAT to stand down for now.

Where's my negotiator? Quit stalling.

Aubrey Hoffman.

Yes?

This is Agent Nick Turner. I'm with the FBI.

I'm here to bring this to a peaceful resolution, okay?

What can you do for me?

Well, that's... that's not how this works.

I need you to tell me what you want.

Well, you better have something to write with.

You ready?

She's staying put downstairs.

Y'all are good to go.

Let's go, let's go.

Please be unlocked.

It's clear.

Hey, we get in,

we stabilize the girl,

and we get her out.

Dispatch, I'm in.

I'm staying at the top of the stairs

while EMS offers aid.

Sweetie, can you hear me?

Applying pressure dressing.

- She needs blood now. - Shh.

Ry, let's get her on the bed.

Cap.

Three, two, one.

Get her on the LIFEPAK while I run a line.

Okay, I get it. You want a plane?

It's a big ask.

Before I run that up the chain, I need a...

I-I-I need some more details from you.

Like, where do you wanna go?

You don't need to know all that.

Actually, I do, if you want

enough fuel to get where you're going.

Not to mention, we need to file a flight plan.

Heart rate is 171.

BP is 52 over 30.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

What's going on?

Shh. Olivia, you're okay,

but we need to be quiet.

She gave me a whole bottle of pills.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no.

Get her out! We gotta get her out now.

Son of a bitch!

She heard something.

Cap, she's on the move.

Drop your weapon!

You bastards!

No. Please, don't.

Ow!

Don't even think about it.

Stay there.

Stay there!

You alright?

Just knocked the wind out of me.

Thank God for my vest.

You broke my arm.

Yeah, I should think so.

All units, we are clear in here. We're clear.

Nice work.

Olivia. That's my daughter!

Is she gonna be okay?

She's gonna be okay.

And you can ride with her to the hospital, sir.

That's up to her.

Daddy, I'm so sorry.

I didn't believe you.

All that matters is you're safe.

Smart man.

Good work.

Oh, that's great news.

Thanks for the update, Sam.

I'll see you at brunch this weekend.

Okay, bye.

Oof, what a day, huh?

Aren't they all?

Y'all headed out?

Waiting on you, girl.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize.

Oh, it's all good.

Hey, Cammie, have you ever thought about doing improv?

Uh, literally not once. Why?

Well, the way you came up with that fake sniper bit.

And you were like,

"Stand down, stand down!"

My troupe's always looking for fresh talent.

- Hmm. - So I could get you an audition.

I'm actually already in a group, and that's plenty.

Agent Turner, I thought you left.

I did, I-I, uh, had some stuff I needed to follow up on.

Oh.

Ms. Raleigh, do-- do you have a minute?

Yeah, of course.

- I'll see you guys tomorrow. - Mm-hmm.

-Good night, Cammie. -Good night.

We will see you around, Agent Turner.

- Alright, Stanley. - Mm-hmm.

So, any word on Olivia?

Yes. She's at the hospital now with her dad,

and they expect her to make a full recovery.

- Oh, that's good. - Yeah.

I hope that gives you some solace about Vera.

Now she can rest in peace knowing her daughter's safe.

That's true.

Thank you for helping me with that.

Of course. You know, I was halfway to my office

when it occurred to me how crazy it is

that so far you and I have solved a city-wide hack

and a homicide together.

Yeah, that is crazy.

Well, no, the crazy part

is the only real time we've spent together

is either as a crime-fighting duo...

Yeah.

...or in a grief group.

- That's true. - Yeah.

So... I was thinking,

I don't know, maybe tonight

we could grab a beer or something?

Celebrate for a change.

You know, just like a, like a job well done kinda thing.

Agent Turner, are you asking me out on a date?

-Could be. It depends. -On?

On if you say yes.

Then, I guess you are.

Well, alright.

Thanks again for picking up the groceries, B.

It's the least I could do for you and Jalen

letting me crash here.

For the record, we both like having you here.

Jalen, too.

It's nice having a full house.

Real full.

Mama?

Your roommate let me in.

I hope that's okay.

You and I will talk about it later.

You know what? I'm gonna go, uh, fold some socks.

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

I didn't want to miss your birthday.

My birthday was last week.

I know, but I was hoping it wasn't too late to celebrate,

and that maybe you're ready to come home.

-I'm not coming home. -Ever?

Definitely not today.

I can't live like this anymore, Mama, I won't live like this.

Like what?

Under the threat of conditional love.

Where I'm always worried you're gonna cut me out

if I don't do what you want.

It hurts too much.

It's true.

And I have been guilty of it.

But just know that it hurt me, too.

Then stop doing it.

That is why I came here.

To tell you I'm gonna stop.

Now, these last few days

not talking to you have been killing me.

Me too.

Blue, I love you more than anything in this world, son.

And I want you in my life,

even if you're not under my roof.

I do, too.

Can we move past this?

Of course we can.

Oh, my God. Thank you.

So, what made you finally decide to come over?

Well, Lord knows I can be stubborn,

but I can listen to good sense, too.

Especially when someone has the guts

to give it to me with both barrels.

- Taylor? - Hmm?

What did you say?

That's between the two of us.

Let's just say you got yourself a keeper.

Alright, come on, y'all.

-Let's make a wish. -Don't have to.

I've got everything I need right here.

Aw.