OWEN STRAND: "I hereby release Marlene Harris
"and Harris Stables LLC
"from all liability in the event of paralysis
and/or death to horse and/or rider."
There's a lot of and/or's.
Yeah, that's just boilerplate, though, right?
I mean, y'all never taken somebody outta here in a body bag.
No, never a horse.
You're welcome to have your attorney review it, Owen.
Nah, I'm good. Let's do this.
Alright, follow me.
(horses whinnying)
Marlene, you remodeling this place?
Oh, I bought the barn for a song,
but the stalls were falling where they stood,
so now we're giving it an update.
-DUKE: Miss Harris. -Duke.
-(dog barks, whines) -Eh!
Lady Ann Richards, you quit that diggin' right now.
Now you go git. Now, you hear me?
Beautiful dog.
Oh, she's a beautiful pain in my ass.
-Thinks she can tunnel to China. -(horse stomps, neighs)
Alright, easy, easy.
-(horse neighs) -Okay.
Now, Owen, bossin' a horse is all about one thing.
-Showin' it trust. -Hmm.
Because just like with people without trust,
-there can be no relationship. -(Thunder snorts)
So, the only way to earn trust is gettin' your hands dirty.
So what I want you to do... is clean his hoof.
You want me to give him a pedicure?
Well, the good Lord Jesus wasn't above cleanin' feet,
and neither are you.
(whinnies)
Okay, Owen, now listen.
To clean his hoof,
-he's gotta let you lift it, okay? -Alright.
So I want you to approach his shoulder carefully.
Okay, here we go. It's your old pal.
Let's, uh... Why don't you give me that leg?
MARLENE HARRIS: Good, good.
Now slide your hand down his leg.
OWEN (softly): Just give me...
If he trusts you, he'll let you--
(kick thuds)
-(Owen groans) -You alright, Cap?
(Thunder snorts)
I'm good.
(paso doble music playing)
I'm gonna try his back leg.
This is such a bad idea.
-Give me that leg. -(leg thumps)
(Owen groans)
(Thunder whinnies)
♪♪
JUDD RYDER: Cap, you gotta stop.
You're gonna get killed.
-He's not gonna get killed. -He might get killed.
-JUDD: Whoa, whoa, whoa. -Well, at least he signed the waiver.
(Thunder snorts)
Easy, easy, easy, easy.
-(paso doble continues) -(Thunder whinnies, snorts)
-(Thunder neighs) -Whoa, whoa, whoa.
(shushing)
-(Thunder neighs) -(kick thuds)
He does have some fight in him though, doesn't he?
I told you Thunder's gonna be a hard horse to tame.
(Owen grunts)
I wasn't talkin' about the horse.
(groans)
(Thunder grumbles)
You can beat me up all you want.
(Thunder roars)
I'm not going anywhere.
-(snorts) -(paso doble continues)
Let's do this thing.
(Thunder neighs)
-(Thunder neighs) -There we go. Heh-heh.
Ah.
(screams) Son of a...
(theme music plays)
Bleeding is stopped. I'm ready for round two.
Cap, you sure you don't wanna just take a little break for a minute?
Yeah, he's right.
You know, Thunder could use some space now anyway.
I was just breaking him down.
(chuckles) You know,
this isn't supposed to be a battle of attrition.
It's about makin' him feel safe with you.
From the second that you walked in,
his neck was tense,
his eyes wide, his ears pinned back.
What does that mean?
He's a prey animal, and he's scared of you.
I'm the one that saved him from the glue factory.
-Why is he scared of me? -(Marlene chuckles)
Why don't you tell me?
Or better yet, tell Thunder.
Tell thunder what?
You ever hear, "You're only as sick as your secrets"?
The secrets that you carry around create tension.
Horses can sense these things.
And I can tell you right now,
Thunder knows.
You are holding on to somethin'...
somethin' dark.
The question is...
what is it?
(dark music playing)
WYATT HARRIS: Sir, can you tell me where you are?
CALLER (panting): In the back of a cop car.
Is there an officer there with you?
CALLER: Yeah, but he's passed out.
Were you in an accident?
CALLER: We went off the road,
and now the car is filling up with smoke!
And the officer, is he breathing?
CALLER: (coughs) I don't know.
(panting) I think so.
I don't know, he-he hit his head pretty good.
Listen, you gotta send help, okay?
I think I found the cruiser.
It's Officer Trey Garcia's.
-Okay, dispatching help now. -(caller coughing)
-Can you tell me your name? -CALLER: Rudy.
(coughs) Rudy Wagner III.
The smoke's getting too thick, I can't breathe!
(coughs) You gotta get me outta here!
Please!
Okay, we're gonna bust you out.
But, Rudy, you have to promise me
that if I do, you're gonna help Officer Garcia, okay?
RUDY WAGNER III: Promise. Deal.
Okay. Are your hands cuffed?
(coughs) Yeah. Behind my back.
Okay, I need you to pull your hands down as low as you can.
Loop them over your feet like you're jumping rope.
-Can you do that? -RUDY: Yeah.
Are you really helping a criminal escape a cop car?
APD is less than five minutes away.
He can die of smoke inhalation in less than that.
RUDY: (grunts) Okay.
My hands are in front of me. What next?
Okay, look at the armrest on your door.
There should be a window control switch.
RUDY: The window switch. The switches don't work in the cop cars.
It's only because they're disconnected.
Okay, I need you to find a seam around the switch panel.
Dig your nails in and pry it loose.
(Rudy grunting and panting)
RUDY: Okay. Okay, I got it open.
I need you to find the two wires
with disconnected ends.
(Rudy grunting in effort)
Okay. Okay, I got it.
WYATT: Okay, now twist the wires together
and try the window switch.
(Rudy panting)
(car window whirring)
RUDY: It's working!
-(laughs) It worked! -Okay, great.
Uh, now go to the driver's side door
and extract Officer Garcia.
If it's locked, just break the window, okay, Rudy?
Rudy?
Rudy, you there?
He left him in there.
OFFICER MITCHELL: Dispatch, APD 419 first on the scene.
The cruiser is fully engulfed.
Are there any windows or doors open?
Rear driver's side window is down.
WYATT (on radio): Okay, uh, and the driver's door, is that open?
MITCHELL (on radio): Negative. Still closed.
But the passenger side is open.
Looks like a good Samaritan dragged him out.
I didn't do it!
A good Samaritan in handcuffs.
A good one all the same.
(indistinct PA announcement)
What do you think you're doing?
Making dinner.
Oh. (laughs)
Wait a minute. Are you outta your mind?
These are pasture-raised heritage chicken breasts.
-So? -So I was gonna use 'em
to make Paul's famous chicken cacciatore.
Well, now they're gonna be used to make
Mateo's soon-to-be-famous chicken Kiev.
With all due respect,
your cacciatore could be a little bit briny.
And I'm not the only one who thinks so.
It's supposed to be briny. That's where all the flavor is.
Marjan, tell him he's being ridiculous.
Well, well, taste is a subjective matter.
How about this? Why don't you guys put it to the house
on a group text so everybody can vote?
-How about that? -It's a great idea. I love it. You know what?
Nancy, send that chicken Kiev I made on date night.
-Yep. -No, you do not want a photo-off, okay?
Because my dishes are sexy as hell.
Well, let the sexiest dish win.
-Alright, Paul, got your cacciatore. -(cell phone dings)
Nancy, I'm just waiting on yours.
-Got it. -(cell phone dings)
MATEO CHAVEZ: Huh? Uh-huh.
-I know. -No...
-Pretty sexy, right? -MARJAN MARWANI: No. (laughs)
It's sexy, I just...
I don't think those are the breasts you meant to send.
-NANCY GILLIAN: Hmm? -MATEO: Huh?
(sultry jazz music playing)
Nancy, you sent the after-photo pic.
Not the before-dinner.
(softly) What?
What?! Oh, my God!
-(loudly) Oh, my God! -(Mateo sighs)
I just sent this to everyone.
-Yeah. -Baby...
we need to go and delete this off of every phone
in the firehouse before anyone else sees it.
I know you're embarrassed, okay?
But we're all adults here, right?
I mean, we're all familiar with the human form.
It's not just about what's in the photo.
It's where we took the photo.
-Oh, God. -NANCY: Yeah.
We gotta get these phones.
(upbeat music playing)
(wrench cranking)
(whispering) Zero, zero, zero, zero.
(phone buzzes)
-One, one, one, one. -Oh, yeah, try that.
(Nancy grunts)
Any guesses?
MATEO: Uh, try Judd's birthday.
Try one, five, eight, two.
You know his birthday?
Yeah. I had to memorize everyone's when I was probie.
-(phone buzzes) -(Nancy sighs)
(music continues)
Hey, buddy, uh, do you mind opening your phone for me?
-Why? -Because I wanted to scan your Venmo.
Uh, your name wasn't coming up,
and we realized that we never paid you back for karaoke.
Oh, it's fine. It's Carlos' and my treat.
Oh, come on, we can pay.
No, it's fine, really.
We prefer it, really.
Yeah, and we insist, real--
-You simply must let me pay. -TK STRAND: Nance.
-Hey, TK. -Nancy.
Hey, Cap. Guess what?
You know what? I'm gonna need to check your phone.
ASAP.
What's going on?
Yeah, see, there's this new nasty malware going around
that burrows into the OS of your phone.
Yeah. So, uh, I'm gonna need you to unlock your phone
so I can download the patch.
Do they know who's behind it?
-Serbians. -Russians.
Hey, uh, Judd, can you, uh, slide out for me, please?
-What's up? -I'm gonna need you to share the house Wi-Fi.
-Why? -'Cause my phone accidentally deleted it.
So why don't you ask Nancy?
-(Nancy laughs) -MATEO: Frankly,
you're not in the place to question me, probie.
Alright, let me get this grime off my hands.
Oh, it's fine. I can do it.
-(phone lock clicks) -Thank you.
(Mateo grunts, sighs)
Alright.
-TK: Nance. -NANCY: TK.
Nancy, babe, why don't you, uh,
accept this man's generosity and, uh, say thank you?
Thank you.
-You're welcome. -(Nancy giggles)
Damn, bro.
Those veins are poppin' out like some steel cables.
Tell you what, if I had guns like those,
I'd post those things on the grid.
-Really? -Yeah.
Do you think I should, like, post a selfie?
A selfie? TK, you deserve better.
Uh, we could take one for you.
-Really? You don't mind? -Nah.
If you don't mind just unlocking the phone.
-Okay. -MATEO: Fire pic, watch.
-Yeah. There we go. -(phone lock clicks)
-TK: There you go. -Yeah, I got it.
Like, intermittent fasting? Or what is that...
-TK: Yeah. -MATEO: Alright, make sure you put it on portrait.
Yeah. Alright. And flex!
Oh, that's fire.
-MATEO: Ooh! -NANCY: Ooh!
Turns out the Russians are working with the Serbians.
And that's how you know it's really bad.
You sent me some sex stuff by mistake, didn't you?
Yes.
-Thanks, Cap. You're the best. -(Nancy giggles nervously)
You know, babe, we actually might be able to pull this off.
We've just got one more.
Nancy, can I see you in my office, please?
(music stops)
-(Mateo sighs) -Yeah.
TOMMY VEGA: Uh...
Nancy, do you know why I called you in here?
It's about the boobs, isn't it?
It is about the boobs.
Please tell HR that it was an accident,
and I'll take whatever suspension
or sensitivity training that they see fit.
Based on what I'm seeing here,
uh, I'm-I'm concerned that this might mean
more than just a slap on the wrist.
Because we took it on Captain Strand's kitchen counter?
No, no, no. No, that's, that's not what I'm talking about.
Then what are you talking about?
Have you ever had a mammogram?
Mm-mm.
I didn't notice the kitchen counter.
What I noticed was this, uh, this asymmetry.
Do you see how it-it looks like a...
A lump?
I can see your brain is going a mile a minute.
Get screened. You are young.
Unless there is a family history,
chances are it's just a cyst.
Statistically speaking, you have very little to worry about.
Okay.
Thanks, Cap.
-Okay. -Okay.
Hey, Teo. Where is everybody?
Oh, they're all trying to sneak in some winks.
I saved you a plate.
Oh, no. Did Captain Vega suspend you?
What?
No.
Oh, then why you wearing jeans?
Because she gave me the rest of the night off.
-Oh. -She was worried I might be upset.
Mm. Yeah, about the nudie?
About the lump in my breast.
The what?
She spotted a lump in the photo.
I mean, are you sure it wasn't like a trick of the light or something?
I just checked in the locker room. It's there.
She recommended that I get a mammogram,
and she said I shouldn't panic
unless I have a family history with breast cancer.
I mean, that, that sounds encouraging.
It would be if I didn't have a family history with it.
MATEO: Oh, do you?
Who?
My Great Aunt Becky died of it.
My Grandma Mary.
And my mom.
Okay, you told me that your mom died
when you were little because she was sick,
but you never mentioned anything about cancer.
Weren't you worried?
Everyone else got it when they were around 50.
I'm 35, Teo.
Yeah, but preventative medicine.
You're a paramedic. I mean, you know how important that is.
Wow. So it's my fault that I have cancer?
No.
I feel like I keep on saying the wrong thing.
This is not your fault, okay?
(Mateo exhales deeply)
Nancy... I'm really sorry.
(solemn music playing)
Don't. Don't do that.
Do what?
Look at me like that with pity.
-I'm not. -NANCY: Yes, you are.
Trust me, I know.
I used to look at my mom the exact same way.
I'm gonna head out.
Nancy, I-I'm gonna text you.
(cell phone chiming)
(keypad clacking)
JUDD: Sorry, Cap. I was just texting with Grace.
You want me to turn it off or...
OWEN (softly): Oh, sorry.
Well, it's okay. I'll just, I'll just put the dimmer on.
OWEN: I promised.
JUDD: You promised what?
MARJAN: Cap, is everything alright?
TK: I think he's sleepwalking.
OWEN: I'm sorry.
I promised.
JUDD: Hey, should we turn on the lights or something?
Just wake him up?
MATEO: No, you don't wake up a sleepwalker.
Everybody knows that.
-OWEN: Sorry. I promised. -JUDD: I don't know, man.
This is weird. Let's just wake him up.
MATEO: You could give him a heart attack.
PAUL STRICKLAND: What? Dude, that's not a thing.
OWEN: I promised. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
MATEO: Cap, what are you doing? What do you want?
-The sheets? -TK: Dad?
-MARJAN: Dude, just give him the sheets. -OWEN: I promised.
MATEO: It's cool. You can have them.
-Cap? Cap! -JUDD: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
-Cap. -OWEN: I'm sorry. I promised.
MATEO: Okay, wake him up!
-JUDD: Hey, hey, hey, hey! -MATEO: Wake him up!
-TK: Dad. -MATEO: Cap!
-PAUL: Hey. -MATEO: Hey, that hurts!
-Wake him up! -TK: Dad!
What?
MARJAN: Is that a rosary?
What are you exorcising the demons
from what happened last night?
Cap walking around like Frankenstein's monster?
(chuckles) No.
Buddy, is everything okay?
(exhales, sniffles)
I really hope so.
Is this about the Nancy pic?
I mean, sort of, but it's really not my place to say.
I see.
Well, is there anything I can do to help?
No.
I wish there was something that I can do.
And I keep asking Nancy if she needs anything,
but she doesn't respond to my texts.
It's like I wanna be there for her.
But if she doesn't want me there, how can I help?
Look, maybe, for whatever reason,
you're just not the person
she needs to hear from right now.
You know what? You're right.
Yeah.
I think I should ask someone else.
No. No, Mateo, that's, that's not what I meant.
MATEO: Thanks, Marj!
I was definitely asleep.
Y... Yes, but he, he was-- He was pretty freaked out.
Yeah. Okay. Thank you, Asha.
-HR? -OWEN: Yeah.
I figured I should report the incident,
you know, in case anybody's triggered or traumatized.
Yeah, I think the only person traumatized is you, Dad.
(chuckles) How so?
TK: Well...
last time you sleepwalked
was after my first relapse in New York
when you made me live with you in the apartment.
-You remember that? -Oh, yeah.
And before that, it was 9/11, when you and Mom split.
(sighs) Dad, you only do it when bad things are eating at you.
Is there something going on that you haven't told me about?
I think it's Thunder.
You know, I have him with an extreme horse trainer,
and she's gotten into my head, but I...
I don't think it's anything to lose sleep over.
Except you are losing sleep.
(clears throat)
There was something else.
You were talking in your sleep.
What was I saying?
"I'm sorry. I promised."
You kept saying that over and over again.
I did?
Does that mean anything to you?
(dramatic crescendo)
(phones ringing)
-(quiet chatter) -(door opens)
(door shuts)
TOMMY: Mind if I sit here?
-Cap? -Tommy.
When we're not on shift.
What are you doing here?
You know, after our conversation,
I realized that I was due for a mammogram myself.
So I called today to see if I can get an appointment.
At the same clinic across town
at the exact same time as me.
That's crazy, right?
Mateo told you, didn't he?
I can neither confirm nor deny.
If he did, he did it
because he didn't want you to be alone right now.
Yeah, that sounds like him.
TOMMY: Mm-hmm.
Well, thanks, Cap.
Tommy.
(Nancy breathes deeply)
(sighs) I hope this doesn't sound weird, but, um,
from the moment I met you, you reminded me of someone.
Who?
Me.
Because we're the tallest chicks at the firehouse?
Well, yeah... Well, yes. (chuckles)
And you have a big heart, Nancy.
But you're also a brawler.
And when life tries to sucker punch people like us,
we jump in, we start punching back.
But life doesn't fight fair.
And when you're looking at something...
like what you might be looking at,
it's best not to fight alone.
My mom had me when she was 42.
She called me her little oopsie.
I was seven. It was Halloween.
I was going as Scary Spice,
and she said she didn't feel well...
and she'd be going to the doctor.
She was dead by Christmas.
So fast.
No.
Those were the longest two months of my life.
The things I saw my mom go through...
I still can't unsee those images, Cap.
And I feel bad for pushing Mateo away,
but I don't want him to see me...
The way you saw your mom?
Don't you think he's brave enough?
Yeah.
I know he is.
It's me I'm worried about.
-(phones ringing) -(indistinct office chatter)
(blowing air)
(whimsical music playing)
Ugh, come on.
(tuts) Ugh.
(vending machine rattles)
(whimsical music continues)
(grunting)
(grunts)
(sighs)
(rattling)
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
-CO-WORKER: Hey, Otto. -(music stops)
Hey, Regina.
Any big plans tonight?
Nah, I'll probably just end up hanging around.
(Otto chuckles nervously)
Otto, are you okay?
-Me? -Yeah.
Oh, yeah.
(chuckles) I'm great.
Just dropped my keys. (chuckles nervously)
(grunts) I can't quite reach 'em.
(both chuckle)
Have a good one.
Yeah. You too.
-Good night. -OTTO: Good night, Regina.
(sighs)
("Livin' in the Lonely Zone" by Dick Flood playing)
(grunts)
♪ I'm livin' in the lonely zone ♪
(groans)
♪ I've been here since you've been gone ♪
♪ It's so strange and all alone ♪
♪ Livin' in the lonely zone
(clock ticking)
-♪ In the heart of the city -(groaning, sighs)
(ticking)
♪ With people all around
♪ I'm alone and forgotten
♪ In this place that I found ♪
(lights click)
♪ It's where time has no meaning ♪
♪ Where broken dreams go when they die ♪
OTTO: Screw this.
♪ It's a world that's full of hurt ♪
(grunting)
-(thudding) -(Otto exclaims)
♪ And I'm trapped here inside ♪
-(yelps) -(loud thud)
He's in here.
I found him like this when I came in.
I-I couldn't lift it off of him.
PAUL: Alright, thank you, man. We'll take it from here.
Sir, what's your name?
(straining) Otto. My name is Otto Reed.
Alright, Otto, listen, we're gonna get this off you, okay?
But first we need the paramedics to check you out, alright?
Hey, firefighters, let's get some, uh, cribbing over here
to shore up this machine.
TK, Nancy, start a line.
Hey, Otto. I'm Tommy. How you feeling?
Cold, crushed, and humiliated.
I reached into the machine when my candy wouldn't drop
and my arm got stuck.
I yanked it out.
The whole thing came down on top of me. (gasps)
TK: Alright, Cap, BP's 60 over 30.
Heart rate's pushing 120.
He's starting to compensate.
Hey, Otto. How long have you been under here?
Uh, an hour or two, give or take.
An hour or two?
Otto, is there someone that you'd like us to call for you?
Now?
Why would I wanna call somebody now?
I believe you're suffering from crush syndrome.
What does that mean exactly?
It means that the pressure is compressing your extremities
and building up toxins.
Once the weight is lifted off of you,
all those toxins are going to rush to your heart.
Are you saying it's gonna stop my heart...
(labored breathing) ...and kill me?
We're gonna do everything possible
to keep that from happening.
Then I really hope you win. (heavy breathing)
I could have avoided all this if I just asked for help
when I had the chance.
I was too embarrassed.
You know what?
I do wanna call somebody.
Regina from accounts payable.
Okay. What's her number?
Uh, no.
I'll call myself, after I get out of this.
(raspy breaths) To ask her out.
Okay. Good for you, Otto.
OTTO: Would it...
Would it be too weird to ask you to hold my hand?
NANCY: No, not at all.
TOMMY: Nancy, help Fire pull him clear once they lift.
TK, get ready to push all the fluids we've got.
-Yeah, Cap. -PAUL: Alright, firefighters, grab a corner.
Mateo, you help Nancy grab him when we lift it up, okay?
-MATEO: Copy that. -PAUL: Alright, everybody on three.
One, two, three, lift!
(screams)
Alright, it's clear.
Alright, TK, push.
-(Otto panting) -(monitor beeping)
That's it. Keep pushing.
Alright, O2's are back up to 95.
Heart rate's stabilizing.
Is that good? Are we winning?
Yes. We're winning.
Now, why don't you tell me about that Regina
from accounts receivable?
Payable. (heavy breaths)
She has the most incandescent brown eyes you've ever seen.
NANCY: What else?
She has the cutest crooked little smile.
And, and when she giggles, she...
NANCY: Otto. Hey! Otto.
Starting compressions.
TOMMY: No, we'll defibrillate.
-Nancy, get his T-shirt. -NANCY: Yeah.
-Come on. Come on. Come on. -(defibrillator whirs)
TOMMY: Clear. Let go of his hand.
-(monitor beeping) -Clear.
(thumps)
(flatline beeps)
Going again. Clear.
(thumps)
(flatline beeps)
(echoing) Going again. Clear!
(defibrillator pads thud, echoes)
(birds cawing)
(horses neigh)
OWEN: Hey, Duke. How you doing?
Ah, good.
Hey, is Marlene around?
Uh, she's out on a ride with Lulu.
Something I can help you with?
No, I was just gonna spend some time with Thunder.
Oh, you know, that might not be such a good idea at the moment.
-Why is that? -Because I need to do some work with my cutting torch.
So I need to head into town to refill these tanks.
-And he's, uh, he's in a mood today. -(Thunder stomps, neighs)
Thanks, but don't need a babysitter.
Godspeed, cowboy.
-(horse neighs) -(loud thud)
(Thunder stomps)
Well, Thunder, if you wanna kill me,
this is your opportunity.
(Thunder grumbles)
It's just the two of us.
(dog barks)
-And Lady Ann Richards. -(Lady Ann Richards whining)
(Thunder snorts)
(tense music playing)
Marlene says you see things that other people don't see.
-Dark things. -(Thunder grunts)
We both know that's true, don't we?
You want the truth?
Here it is.
(Thunder softly grunts)
People think my brother died in his sleep.
It's a lie.
(light guitar music playing)
Don't worry.
It's going to be peaceful and completely painless.
I need you to just tell my girls that I love 'em.
And I love you, Owen.
And, Owen, I need you to promise me
that no matter what happens here...
you will not lose your nerve.
Even if I do. Promise me.
I promise.
(inhales and exhales deeply)
-(pump squeaks) -(groans softly)
(gas hissing)
(Robert Strand exhaling)
(hissing continues)
(grunts, groans)
It's okay. It's okay.
Shh. It's okay.
-(Robert groans) -It's... Shh. It's okay.
It's alright.
(groans)
I'm sorry.
I promised.
I killed my own brother.
(inhales and exhales deeply)
I thought by...
trying to save you...
I could balance the karma scale.
It's ridiculous, I know.
ROBERT'S VOICE: It's not that ridiculous.
(Thunder snorts)
Who said that?
(whining)
ROBERT'S VOICE: Who do you think, killer?
-Too soon? -OWEN: Thunder?
You can talk?
Now that would be ridiculous.
(quirky music playing)
What is happening?
Why do you sound exactly like Robert?
FEMALE VOICE: Somebody's a little slow on the draw.
What is going on here?
And why am I so lightheaded?
FEMALE VOICE: Honey, you of all people
should be able to figure that one out.
-(Lady Ann Richards whimpers) -(Owen grunts)
(dramatic music plays)
(birds chirping)
Oh.
Afternoon, sunshine.
OWEN: Where am I?
My living room.
What were you thinkin'?
Going into Thunder's stall alone?
You know, if that kick had caught you on the temple,
we'd be notifyin' next of kin right now.
Thunder didn't kick me. Something happened.
I think Lady Ann Richards was trying to warn me?
Lady Ann Richards? Like Lassie?
(Marlene chuckles)
Did you have martinis for lunch or somethin'?
Well, I have the headache and the nausea,
but, no, vodka's never made me hallucinate.
(sighs deeply)
(tense music playing)
Wh...
I think you have a gas leak in your barn.
That's why the dog is digging. It smells it.
How did you get me back up here?
Duke helped carry you when he got back from town.
And he went to town to refill the tanks?
For the cutting torch.
We have to stop him!
(tense music continues)
Where's the gas shut off?
It's on the other side of the ranch.
-Turn it off. -Yeah, well, what about the horses?
I'll take care of 'em. First I gotta find Duke.
(horses screeching)
(snorting, neighing)
Duke!
Duke?
(neighing continues)
Duke!
(Owen grunting)
(screeching)
Duke! You with me?
Duke.
(weakly) What... happened?
You set off a fire with your torch.
Stay right there! Don't move!
Don't let anybody into that barn!
(dramatic music playing)
(metal tools clinking)
(horse neighs)
Come on. Come on!
Come on. Get outta here! Get outta here! Go!
(neighing continues)
♪♪
Ha! Ha!
♪♪
Ha! Ha!
(grunts)
Come on, Thunder. Alright, come on.
Come on outta here. Come on!
Come on. We gotta go. Come on, boy.
(neighs)
(grunts)
(gas hissing)
-(valve squeaks) -(Marlene grunts)
(dramatic music continues)
(Thunder neighs)
Come on. We gotta get outta here!
If we stay, we die!
I know you don't want to.
But just this once...
you gotta trust me.
(Thunder neighs)
Duke. Duke, are you okay?
-I'm okay. I'm okay. -Where-- Where's Owen?
-He's still in the barn. -Wait--
No, he said not to let--
(explosion blasts)
(debris clatters)
(both panting)
(lively music playing)
Owen.
(exhales)
You made it.
We did.
(sighs)
(doorbell dings)
Oh, hey, Nancy.
Can I come in?
Yeah, of course.
Can I get you anything? Um, like a drink or something?
No. What I'd really like is a hand.
Yeah, of course, baby. Always.
I'm sorry I left you on read.
Oh, it's okay, okay? It's cool.
I know you needed your space.
No, I just needed to get the guts to ask for help.
My doctor's calling within the next hour
with my mammogram results, and I don't wanna be alone.
No, you won't be, okay? Ever again.
What's this?
MATEO: Um... I think that's Cap's.
Yeah, you know, he loves his mirrors and his skin treatments.
Uh, he's a very vain man.
These are hair clippers.
Teo, were you about to shave your head?
No. Um...
Shut up. Yes, you were.
Why would you do something like that?
(Mateo sighs)
Well, I figured that it'd be hard to pity your bald head
if... if I had one too.
Wow.
That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.
MATEO: Aw. Baby.
I love you, Nancy.
And now that is.
I love you too.
(cell phone buzzing)
MATEO: Oh.
It's the doctor.
Look, whatever happens, okay, I'm here.
-(buzzing continues) -Okay.
Hello?
(Thunder snorts)
It seems like Thunder's startin' to trust you.
(Thunder snorts)
I'd like to think so.
How'd you like to know so?
(Marlene chuckles softly)
(chuckles)
Alright. Give me your hoof.
There we go.
(Marlene chuckles)
Wow, looks like he forgives you.
For what?
For whatever it was you snuck into the barn to confess to him.
Now all you have to do is forgive yourself.
You don't know what I've done.
MARLENE: Yeah, I don't need to.
You know, everybody's got crap, but not everybody shows up.
That horse is gonna be alright now,
because of you.
Thank you for saying that.
You know, I called a friend out in Johnson City.
I told her about Thunder.
She'd be happy to stable him.
I was actually thinking of keeping him here.
Oh... No, he can't st-- He can't stay outside.
I mean, it'll take months for the insurance company
to shell out the bucks to rebuild the barn,
and we got weather comin' in next week.
It'll be done by then.
What'll be done?
(vehicles approaching)
(horn honks)
Wait. What did you do?
Called 9-1-1.
("Home" by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros playing)
OWEN: So they say it takes the average Amish community
10 to 12 hours to raise a barn.
For us, I'm figuring 20?
(singers whistling "Home")
♪ Hey! Alabama, Arkansas I do love my Ma and Pa ♪
♪ Not the way that I do love you ♪
♪ Well, holy moly, me, oh, my ♪
♪ You're the apple of my eye
♪ Girl, I've never loved one like you ♪
♪ Man, oh, man, you're my best friend ♪
♪ I scream it to the nothingness ♪
♪ There ain't nothin' that I need ♪
♪ Well, hot and heavy, pumpkin pie ♪
♪ Chocolate candy, Jesus Christ ♪
♪ There ain't nothing please me more than you ♪
♪ Oh, home, let me come home ♪
♪ Home is wherever I'm with you ♪
♪ Oh, home, let me come home ♪
♪ Home is wherever I'm with you ♪
♪ Hey!
-(knock on door) -TOMMY: Yeah, uh-huh.
Yes. Mm-hmm.
-Nancy, hi. -Hi.
Uh, I-I'm gonna have to call you back.
Uh-huh. Okay.
Hey. Uh, what are you doing here?
I'm sorry to just drop in.
Uh, I hope I'm not interrupting.
No, no, no. I'm sorry. Come on in. (chuckles)
Yeah.
Um, no, the girls are just doing homework.
-Well, they should be. -(Izzy and Evie giggling)
Mi niñas! Algebra, not TikTok.
(sighs) Oh.
(Tommy sighs)
What's going on, honey?
The doctor called.
And?
And she said that
the lump in my breast was a macrocyst.
A macrocyst? So not a tumor?
No. It's benign.
And that I need to get regular ultrasounds
because I have dense breasts,
which sounds like a riot girl band.
(chuckles) Yes, it does.
But I just wanted to come over in person
and from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
Oh, Nancy. Oh, I'm so happy for you.
I'm so extraordinarily happy for you.
Oh. Don't cry. It's all good now.
Yeah. Yeah.
Hey, what's going on?
I was just, I was on a call earlier
with-with my doctor about my mammogram.
And what did she say?
(sighs) She said that they, uh, they found something.
It's... it's bad.
It's bad, Nancy.
(Izzy and Evie chuckling faintly)
(sniffles)
(country rock theme music playing)
♪♪
(music fades out)
(fanfare playing)