I don't want any surprises out there today.
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(Tommy panting)
DISPATCHER: Ma'am, do you know how long he's been like this?
Come on, baby. (sniffles) Come on, Charles.
Ma'am?
No. I just got home.
-Come on, baby, please. -Do you know what he was doing
before he lost consciousness?
-Come on, Charles. Ma'am, do you know if he fell?-
Are there any visible injuries that you can see?
(panting)
Ma'am, is there anything else you can tell me?
♪
Ma'am?
Ma'am, are you still there?
-I'm here. -Paramedics will be with you within six minutes.
No need to hurry.
Uh, I'm sorry?
No pulse.
Cool to the touch.
Rigor has started to set in.
Patient is beyond resuscitation.
a'am, let's let the paramedicsM make that determination.
I am a paramedic. Captain Vega, 126.
Oh, I'm sorry, Captain.
Tell the responders no lights, no sirens.
I don't want to wake my kids.
♪
(insects trilling)
(exhales)
(sniffles)
(exhales)
♪
(exhales)
(knocking on door)
Three bedrooms, two-and-a-half baths.
The kitchen's recently been updated
with top-of-the-line appliances and beautiful hardwood floors.
CHARLES: Is that a slide-in dual-range?
REALTOR: I'm not sure. I can find that out for you.
No, it is.
-It's a slide-in dual-range. -REALTOR: And you can tell
that the entire house gets amazing light.
There's a Blue Ribbon elementary school
within walking distance, and the backyard
-just a smidge under a half-acre. -You hear that, T?
I always wanted a backyard just a smidge under a half-acre.
-(chuckles) -I hope you're ready
to give up half your Saturdays mowing it.
REALTOR: Why don't I just
let you two look around?
(sighs) The lady was right.
This place gets amazing light.
Yeah, it really does.
I have to admit, I love it.
Don't you love it?
You don't love it.
We can't afford this.
Yes, we can.
You're on the fast track to captain.
The restaurant is finally in the black.
We can do this.
W-What are we gonna do with three bedrooms?
Fill them.
And what if we never can?
We will.
And if we can't,
I was thinking that we could turn
one of the rooms into a lounge
-with craft beer taps. -No.
And-and we could turn the other one
into Austin's biggest walk-in closet.
Oh, well, that I can get behind.
-Mm. -(laughs)
Look around.
What do you see?
I see an overpriced, very sweet house.
(whispers): I see the future.
(quiet radio chatter)
Please take him to St. Raymond's.
I called ahead. Dr. Mary Roberts will do the postmortem.
All right.
Was your husband on any prescription medication, ma'am?
Do you know anyone in their 50s who isn't?
No. Nothing that would account for this.
And no history of heart disease or asthma or epilepsy.
Any opioid use or other controlled substances
-you were aware of? -No. Absolutely not.
All right.
Call if you think of anything else.
I'm very sorry for your loss.
(engine starts)
(tires screech)
(exhales)
(insects trilling)
(insect trilling)
-(birds chirping) -(sprinkler rattling)
(sizzling)
(door opens)
Buenos días, mis niñas.
Hi, Mom. Where's Dad?
Oh, he couldn't be here this morning,
so I get to cook for you.
EVIE: Was that the car I heard last night in the driveway?
Him leaving?
That's right.
ISABELLA: Did you and Dad have a fight?
-No. -But if he's not here,
who's going to take us to school, then?
I am.
So dig in, because we're not gonna have
a whole lot of time to get ready, okay?
Why are you acting weird?
Am I?
Okay, listen, um...
...there's something I have to tell you girls.
There was an accident last night.
ISABELLA: What happened?
There was a fire, in the place where Mommy works.
So...
Mommy doesn't have to go to work for a while.
EVIE: Yes!
Don't cheer for a fire.
I'm not cheering for a fire.
(fading): I'm cheering because Mom can go
to the zoo with us on Friday.
ISABELLA: No, Dad said we're going after school on Thursday...
-JUDD: Hey, babe. -Hey, hey.
How was PT?
Uh, it was really good.
Nurse said my hip flexion's almost up to 120.
-What-- That's my girl. -Mm-hmm.
Look at you with your readers on.
-(chuckles) -What you working so hard on?
So I thought I'd make a-a first pass at our registry.
-Oh, really? -Mm-hmm.
-Well, that's sweet. Let's see. -Come check this out.
-GRACE: Mm-hmm. -So I itemized it according to by category, right?
So you got, like, feeding, clothing, sleepwear, travel.
GRACE: Oh, my goodness, Judd. Look-- What is... (sighs)
This is all really good, sweetheart, but I don't think
the baby's gonna have use for cowboy boots just yet.
-(laughs) -Why not?
Well, babies can't walk, Judd, for one.
So they don't need shoes, much less cowboy boots.
Think about how adorable she'll look
with-with the little matching hat.
So you think it's gonna be a she?
-I got a feeling. -(phone ringing)
Hey, T. What's going on?
Hey, Gracie, uh, look, I'm-I'm sorry to call so last-minute,
but do you think you can pick up the girls at school today?
And maybe spend a few hours with them this afternoon?
-Yeah, of course. -Yeah, we're always looking
for a little hang time with our goddaughters.
-You guys are amazing. -Tommy, is everything okay?
Oh, yeah. Something came up
that I have to take care of.
-Look, I'll-I'll call you later. -Okay.
Crew, is it just me or did she seem like something was wrong?
-Yeah. That was weird. -Yeah.
Captain Vega.
I hear there is a case you wanted me to take a look at.
Yes, and-and I'm sorry, Dr. Roberts.
I didn't realize it was your day off.
Not a problem. Looks like it's yours, too.
I'm looking to get some answers.
For the family?
That's right.
All right.
-(unzipping bag) -Uh...
50-year-old African American male.
Patient was unresponsive when you arrived on scene.
Signs of rigor.
Lividity...
At first I thought... sudden stroke.
But there were no indicators.
Most likely an aneurysm.
You can see from his medical history, he...
was healthy.
And if there had been a chronic issue,
I'm fairly certain I would have spotted it.
This is your husband?
Yes.
I'm so sorry.
Thank you.
We have...
two very precocious little girls at home.
They're gonna have questions.
I understand.
Captain Vega, is there someone you can call?
I called you.
I'm gonna get you your answers, Captain.
Captain Vega, I don't think
you should be here while I do this.
(door opens, closes)
(elevator bell dings)
CHARLES: This isn't the end of the world, T.
This is just a setback.
Not a setback. The third setback.
You know what they say in boxing.
You get knocked down three times?
It's over, you're done. TKO.
Well, lucky for us, this isn't boxing.
No, 'cause boxing is less painful.
I'd like to see how Mike Tyson holds up
to IVF treatments.
(crying)
God, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
-I'm frustrated. -I know.
And I'm jacked up on hormones.
-I know that, too. -And-and I'm tired, Charles.
I'm tired...
of being poked and prodded
and feeling like a failure.
We don't have to do it like this.
In fact, we don't have to do this at all. We...
We can just carry on being deliriously happy.
Just you and me.
-I mean it. -I know.
I know you do. I know, and I love you for it.
But I just... I want to have a baby with you, husband.
But there are other options.
No, I'm... I'm... (sniffles)
I'm not ready to give up yet.
Not just yet.
Okay.
So what do you want to do?
You want to have sex?
Oh, uh... why didn't we think of that before?
-I know, right? -Do you want
-to try it in the back seat of the car? -Oh.
My father always said that's the surest way
to get a girl pregnant, huh?
What would I do without you?
You're never gonna have to find out. Never.
(exhales)
(sniffles)
(sighs)
OWEN: Captain Vega?
(sighs) Captain Strand.
Are you okay?
Are you experiencing any--
I don't know-- complications from the fire last night?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no. This is just a checkup
-for my cancer surgery today. -Oh.
What are you doing here?
Oh, I, um...
I have a relative who's getting a procedure downstairs.
Oh. Hope it's not too serious.
Routine.
Well, I'm around if you need anything.
Oh, heard they make a mean tapioca in the commissary.
Oh, I'll pass, but I appreciate it.
-(door opens) -JUDD: Hey, hey.
-We're home. -GRACE: There they go.
Hey, girls. Come give godmama a hug.
Mwah. Mwah. Y'all look so cute.
-Ms. Grace? -Mm-hmm.
Can we play video games? Mr. Judd said
we can play video games.
No, I said after your homework.
That's right. Listen, head to the bathroom and wash up.
We're gonna fix you guys something to drink, okay?
GIRLS: Okay.
-Mm-hmm. -(sighs)
(Judd chuckles)
Listen, did they give you any idea
about what's going on with Tommy?
No. They said that Charles was gone
when they woke up this morning.
-Gone? Gone where? -I don't know.
Evie mentioned she thought she heard
a car pulling out of the driveway last night.
In the middle of the night, Judd?
-That's what she said. -Okay.
You don't think Tommy and Charles are fighting, do you?
They're not really the type, but I don't know.
Everybody does it, you know?
-I texted Charles. -And?
Nothing.
(exhales)
You mind if I sit here? I...
I mean, I can put this on if you want.
No, no, don't worry about that.
Whole reason I came out here was so I didn't have to wear one.
(sighs)
I'm fully vaccinated,
for whatever that's worth.
Me, too.
You know, I was just thinking about
what am I gonna do with all these once this is all over?
Maybe I'll make a really ugly quilt,
which I could do, by the way.
Because I learned how to sew during the pandemic.
And bake my own bread.
Maybe too well, actually.
It's so funny. I...
I never really worried about the apocalypse at all.
I actually enjoyed it.
So it's kind of fitting,
now that the world's all coming back,
that my world...
My world's falling apart.
I'm sorry to hear that.
(sniffles) You know, they want me to say goodbye.
I can't say goodbye. I c...
I'm sorry.
Oh, don't be.
Uh, my name's Tommy.
Uh, George.
Who are you here for, George?
My son.
My boy, Ethan, he's... (sniffles, clears throat)
He's in the ICU, and, uh,
it's not the first time he's...
Ethan's had seizures,
uh, his whole life, since he was little.
-(sighs) -That's rough.
(sniffles)
You know, this time, it was...
This time, it was just really bad.
He had a seizure that... (sniffles)
...that just wouldn't stop.
It's like a cascade of seizures is what the doctors think.
Status epilepticus.
I'm a paramedic.
Ah.
And he was alone, which is...
I mean, he has roommates, but they weren't home,
and they found him in the bathroom.
(sniffles, clears throat)
My son has been in a coma for two weeks.
And now, the doctors are saying that, you know,
he's just not gonna wake up.
I'm so sorry.
And today, they wanted to put him on, uh, they call it
"a terminal wean," which, like,
in doctor speak is, like, uh, you know, unplugging him.
And worst part-- I haven't been up there once, at all.
I just, I...
I can't. I just...
Every time I try and find the courage to go up there, I...
I'm just... I'm terrified
at what will happen if I walk in there.
It'll become real.
Yeah.
If I loved my son, I would be up there right now.
But I'm a coward.
I'm just gonna let this moment pass,
just like every other important moment in my life, and...
and I'm gonna regret it.
I know I'm gonna regret it.
I don't know what to do, okay? (panting)
I don't know what to do.
Well, you're here.
Just go upstairs, see your son.
No, I can't.
I really can't. I mean, I'm...
I think I'm gonna pass out before I get
-to the door if I do that. I... -Well, then it's a good thing
that you sat next to a paramedic, isn't it?
Come on.
I'll walk you up there.
(laughs, sniffles)
(indistinct P.A. announcement)
How you feeling, George?
Like my feet are cemented to the floor.
Well, just a... just a few more feet and...
Do you want me to go in with you?
Uh, no, no, no.
Uh, you-you should go, but, uh...
but thank you for getting me here.
(door opens)
-George. What the hell are you doing here? -I think you know
exactly what I'm doing here. He's my son, too, Clara.
You are not allowed to be here today.
-You're gonna get yourself arrested! -Yeah, well,
I'm pretty sure that's true.
-George, you need to go. -I need to go? Uh, no.
You need to go.
-You all need to go! Everybody out! -George.
Have you lost your mind?
I'm not gonna let you kill our son.
We're not killing him! We're letting him go.
-Move! -And what if I don't?
George, you don't want to do this.
You were always so ready to give up on him.
It's not Ethan I gave up on, George. It's you.
Ma'am, it might be a good idea
if-if y'all just stepped out
and-and let George have a moment with his son.
And who the hell are you?
TOMMY: I'm just somebody
who doesn't want anyone to get hurt.
Okay? Safest move for everyone in this room
and this hospital
if you just go outside. Just for now.
She's right. Clara, come on.
-Come on. -GEORGE: Where you going?
-CLARA: Going to say goodbye to my son. -Wait.
Goodbye, my precious boy.
I love you so much.
(kisses)
I will always hate you for this.
-George... -I told you
to leave. What's-what's going on with the machines?
Are they on? Turn them back on right now.
-Turn them on! -George, just let her walk out of here,
okay? I can handle the ventilator.
Okay, just go. You, go.
Ethan.
Ethan, it's Dad. I'm here now.
Everything's gonna be just fine.
Is it?
How long do you think you'll be able
to hold off the police with a toy gun?
Yeah.
We walked through the metal detectors together.
-I didn't want anyone to get hurt. -TOMMY: Right.
-(ventilator beeps, whirring) -Let's hope that works out.
JACOBS: Okay, one last pinch.
How's it look?
Looks great.
The incision is well-approximated,
which means that it's closing nicely. There's no sign
of swelling. No infection, no redness.
You know, other than these patches here,
which I don't believe are mine.
You know,
if, uh, I didn't know better,
I'd say they look a little like burns.
Any idea where they came from?
-I-I plead the fifth. -Oh.
I thought I told you not to go back to work
till at least four weeks after the surgery.
-I didn't go back to work. -Oh.
So you just do this sort of thing recreationally?
You know what, no. Mm-mm.
I do not want to know.
(chuckles)
You clearly lead a very exciting life, Owen.
Sometimes a little too exciting.
(chuckles)
You know what?
Actually, I would like to know.
Really? Well, it's a...
-It's a kind of long, complicated story. -Okay.
Well, no worries.
But I'd love to tell it to you.
Maybe over a coffee?
I'm sorry. The... You're a doctor.
You probably can't go to coffee with a patient.
Hmm. Well,
the good news is you are no longer my patient, so...
Why don't you call me Barbara?
-(intercom beeps) -MAN: Paging Dr. White and Dr. Violet.
Dr. White and Dr. Violet
to the ICU immediately.
Oh, wow.
-Okay. -What's that?
Uh, "Dr. White" is code
for the staff to evacuate the hospital.
Wh-What's a code violet?
A hostage situation. We need to go.
(siren wailing)
TYLER: Let's go, let's go.
Gather it in. Let's go!
Bring it right here in the middle, everybody.
We have a potential shooter in the ICU unit.
If this guy wants to get out of here,
he's gonna have to come through us.
-(monitor beeping steadily) -Ethan.
Hey, Big E.
I know you can hear me.
You got to hurry back, buddy.
(phone buzzing)
Owen.
OWEN: Hey. Are you still here?
TOMMY: In the hospital? Yes.
OWEN: There's an alert. They're evacuating
everybody below the ICU. There's a gunman.
Yes, I'm-I'm aware.
-I'm looking right at him. -What?
I'm fine, Owen. It's a toy gun.
-How do you know that? -Just trust me.
The guy's a little off his rocker,
but he's harmless. He's just
a distraught dad that doesn't want
the hospital to take his son
-off life support. -Well, I can promise you
the SWAT team won't be using toy guns.
Which is why I need you to buy me some time.
-For what? -I think I can talk him down.
-Tommy... -I walked him in.
I can walk him out.
What do you mean, you walked him in?
Nobody has to get hurt today, Owen.
Please.
Just a little more time.
I'll see what I can do.
-TOMMY: George. -Yeah.
We don't have long,
so I really need you to listen to me.
-You have to surrender now. -No.
I can't do that. I can't. Ethan is counting on me.
They come through that door, they're gonna kill him. No.
You said you didn't want anyone getting hurt today.
If you don't surrender right now,
people are gonna get hurt, starting with you.
I don't care about me. You're right. You need to go.
Thank you for giving my son a chance.
George,
your boy has been in a vegetative state
for two weeks.
Okay? The odds are that he's not coming out of it.
Especially not in the next few minutes.
When Ethan was 13,
he went over to a friend's house after school to play.
And they decided to go swimming. We had no idea.
Clara and I didn't even know they had a pool.
And Ethan had a seizure,
and all the air came out of his lungs, and he sank
to the bottom. Took his friends five minutes to pull him out.
It's a miracle he didn't drown himself.
The doctor said,
"He's probably not gonna wake up."
And even if he did, he wouldn't be the same.
And guess what? The next day,
he came out of it.
My son's a fighter.
That's an incredible story.
But 12 hours,
it's a lot different from two weeks.
What would you do?
Hmm?
If this was your loved one, what would you do
to give them just even a minute more
for a chance at a miracle?
Anything.
-(George sniffles) -Anything.
-(siren wailing) -TYLER: Make sure the first two floors
are cleared, the stairwells secured.
-MAN: Let's go. Move, move. -TYLER: Radio Echo Team.
Have them put shooters on every rooftop
with a clear line of sight to the south side of this building.
Officer, all civilians
have to be on the other side of the barricades.
I'm not a civilian. I'm Captain Owen Strand, Austin FD.
I have some information on your suspect.
-TYLER: Lieutenant Jeff Tyler. -A colleague of mine,
Paramedic Captain Tommy Vega, called me.
She is inside with him right now.
-She's a hostage? -No, no. He's not holding her.
And she says he's armed with a toy gun.
But that's not something that I can assume to be true.
I understand that.
She's asking for some time to get him to surrender.
-The man commandeered an ICU. -I know
you don't know me, but I do know her.
Captain Vega is asking for some time.
I think we should give it to her.
(phone buzzing)
Owen.
Hey. I spoke to SWAT Commander Tyler.
He's agreed to stand his team down.
You have ten minutes to try to get that guy out of there.
You do get results.
I do what I can.
nd please pass my thanks alongA to the lieutenant.
But things have changed here.
We're not coming out of this room.
Sorry.
JUDD: Did you put in a cheat code while I wasn't looking?
EVIE: No. I don't cheat.
Well, you must be a black belt, then.
-But either way, it ain't fair. -"Ain't" is not a word, Mr. Judd.
Our mom says we shouldn't whine.
-Well... -GRACE: They got your number, Judd.
JUDD: Why don't you guys take each other on
-if you're so tough. -(phone ringing)
Hey. What's going on?
-Have you talked to Tommy today? -Yeah. Actually,
uh, Grace and I are watching the girls right now.
-Why? It's Cap. -She said that she was here
because she had a relative
who was getting some sort of procedure done?
-Wait, where-where's here? -St. Raymond's. Look,
what relatives of her live here in town?
It's just her and Charles. I mean, that-that's why
we're babysitting the girls now.
-What's going on, Owen? -I don't know.
But something's not right with her.
Otherwise, I doubt she'd be in the middle
of a police standoff right now.
A what now?
Yeah. And I talked to her 20 minutes ago.
Now she's not picking up my calls.
Whatever you do, stay away from this window.
What, you mean they'd actually, uh...
I mean, w-without even talking to us first?
Well, we're playing for keeps now.
They'll be here soon.
So let's barricade the door.
There's no point. When they come, they come.
So what else we can do?
Pray.
(phone buzzing)
-(line beeps) -(sighs)
She's not picking up for me, either.
I mean, this don't make no sense.
You know? And what the hell relative
is she visiting at the hospital anyway?
GRACE: You know what? It's like you said.
Tommy has one relative that's in town that is not
in this room right now.
-Gotcha. -Nuh-uh.
Charles.
What if the car that Evie heard in the driveway last night...
What if it was an ambulance?
-(phone rings) -BREE: Austin Emergency.
-This is Bree. -GRACE: Hey, Bree.
-This is Grace. -Grace. What can I do for you?
Uh, listen, I have a bit
of a strange request.
Could you tell me if any 911 calls
came in last night
from a residence?
5674 Merriman Drive?
Yep. Looks like one did come in from there.
3:18 a.m.
Bree, I need you to play it for me, please.
-Yep. -DISPATCHER: 911. What's your emergency?
TOMMY: I'm at 5674 Merriman Drive.
I have a nonresponsive 50-year-old male.
No pulse. No reaction to sternal rub.
I need cardiac life support here now.
DISPATCHER: Help is on the way, ma'am. Can you tell me
-if he's breathing? -TOMMY: No.
His airways are clear, but no respiration.
(sniffles) Starting compressions.
Come on, Charles. Please.
Please, come on. Come on, Charles. Come on.
DISPATCHER: Paramedics will be with you
within six minutes.
TOMMY: No need to hurry.
-DISPATCHER: I'm sorry? -TOMMY: No pulse.
Cool to the touch.
-(mouths) -Rigor has started to set in.
-atient is beyond resuscitation. -P
Tell the responders no lights, no sirens.
I don't want to wake my kids.
Breach on me. Three.
Two. One.
OWEN: Stop! Stop.
Don't go in there yet. I know what's wrong with her.
With-with Tommy. And I think I can get them
to come out peacefully, but I've got to talk to her alone.
TYLER: Look, you go in there,
and I can't protect you.
-OWEN: I'll take my chances. -You have two minutes.
(knocking)
Tommy, it's Owen.
I'm alone, and I'm coming in.
(monitor beeping steadily)
Hey.
You shouldn't be here, Owen.
None of us should be here.
But we're here.
-Who is this? -My name is Owen,
and I'm very sorry for what you're going through.
I-I really, really am.
But I've come to save my friend.
I'm fine.
You are not fine.
Nothing about this is fine.
It's brave.
It's noble.
And I understand it.
You want this man to be able to experience
the miracle you didn't get to.
What's he talking about?
Her husband died.
This morning.
Last night.
OWEN: Last night.
And you weren't there.
(whispers): I wasn't there.
I am so sorry.
Oh, my God.
OWEN: Tommy, you have to walk out of this room with me.
You should, too.
But you absolutely have to.
There is a lot of firepower pointed at this room.
Your little girls have already lost a parent.
Don't let 'em lose another one.
Say goodbye.
(sniffles)
What?
Say goodbye to your son.
And we're gonna walk out of here together.
(scoffs)
No. You're not going with him.
That's not what he'd want.
I don't want to say good-goodbye.
(sniffles) Hey.
It's a gift.
(George sobs)
(sobs, sniffles)
(exhales, sniffles) Eth-Ethan.
Ethan, Daddy's here.
I'm so sorry.
I hope you can forgive me.
You are my best friend.
(sniffles)
The greatest joy in my life.
(sniffles, shudders)
(kisses)
(shudders, sniffles)
(whispers): I'll see you again.
One day, I'll see you again.
(cries)
I love you so much.
(cries, sniffles)
Huh?
He's...
holding my-- He just squeezed my hand. (shuddering)
(stammers)
(sniffles) You're sure it's not a spasm?
Yes. He's squeezing my hand. Look at this.
Feel it. He did it again.
-(sniffles, exhales) -TOMMY: Ethan.
Ethan, if you can hear me,
squeeze my hand.
(laughing, sniffling)
-GEORGE: He's... -TOMMY: He's in there.
-Yeah. -(chuckling)
Did you see that?
-Yeah. -(George sniffles)
(sniffles) Oh.
Hey.
(breathing heavily) Hi.
Hi, son.
(George laughs)
♪ I hear the sound ♪
♪ Echoes beneath ♪
♪ Angels and skylines meet ♪
♪ I feel the pages turning ♪
♪ I see the candle burning down ♪
♪ Before my eyes ♪
♪ Before my wild eyes ♪
♪ I feel you holding me ♪
♪ Tighter, I cannot see ♪
♪ When will we finally ♪
♪ Breathe... ♪
♪ Breathe ♪
♪ Breathe... ♪
♪ Breathe ♪
♪
♪ Breathe... ♪
♪ Breathe ♪
♪ Breathe... ♪
♪ Breathe. ♪
ROBERTS: Your intuition was right. It was an aneurysm.
I found the rupture in the subarachnoid space
between the brain and the skull.
There'd have been no warnings, no indicators.
It's the kind of thing you might find by accident.
So there's nothing we could have done.
No.
Would it have been painful?
It would have happened fast.
I'll give you a minute.
Thank you.
♪
(inhales, exhales)
-(Tommy panting, groaning) CHARLES: Just squeeze my hand,- baby.
I know it hurts, but just take all that pain
and you squeeze it right into my hand.
-It's just you and me. -(groans)
God, I can't believe I let you talk me out of the epidural.
Babe, do you remember when I told you
-one day that this miracle would happen? -Uh-huh.
-Today is that day. -(panting)
So you squeeze my hand and you push through, Tommy Vega.
-Squeeze. -(grunting, groaning loudly)
(baby crying)
(grunts, laughing)
♪
-Gold head and body but then black wings. -Mm.
-(knocking) -That's cool.
(whispers): I got it.
I know what I'm trying to do with it.
-(exhales) -Hey, friend.
Hey, Gracie.
(sniffles)
(exhales)
-Hey. -Hi, Mom.
-Hey, babies. Come on. -(claps hands)
Let's, uh, pack stuff up. It's time to go.
ISABELLA: Oh, but we aren't done coloring.
JUDD: Hey, so how 'bout this?
What if I just save that page
and we'll do it next time?
-ISABELLA: Mm-hmm. -Yeah?
Can't we just have a sleepover?
Please?
TOMMY: No. No, sweetheart. Not tonight.
But we-we can stop on the way home for some ice cream.
Can I have a waffle cone?
Absolutely.
Is Daddy gonna meet us there?
TOMMY: No. No, it's just gonna be the three of us.
Don't forget to thank Ms. Gracie and Mr. Judd for watching y'all.
Thank you.
-JUDD: Y'all be good. -Thank you.
JUDD: Be good to your mama.
There you go. (sniffles)
All right. Thank you both for, uh, everything you did today.
I really appreciate-- I-I don't know what I would have done
-without you. -It you need anything,
T, we're-we're here for you.
I know, Juddy. I know. I appreciate that.
Y'all drive safe.
'Kay, good night.
-Good night. -(door closes)
-(crying) -(engine starts)
-Come here, sweetie. Come on. -♪
It'll be okay.
(crying)
(whispers): I know.
I know. I know.
(dripping sounds)
BETH: What is that, a meteorite?
OWEN: That's a reminder. It's from the South Tower.
The heat was so intense, it melted metal.
The guys from this house went in anyway.
(lively music playing in distance)
(chuckling)
PAUL (chuckles): Hey!
Cap, what are you doing here?
Well, I came here to survey the damage.
But it looks like you guys came here to do some.
Yeah, we never miss a 126 hang.
Come rain, shine or diabolical acts of arson.
They're usually at Carlos' and TK's place, but, as you know,
that's kinda burnt to the ground.
Unlike this place, which is merely toasted.
NANCY: Guys, good news.
The foosball table made it out mostly unscathed.
There's, like, two little burnt dudes on each team.
So who wants some?
Marj, you want to go doubles?
Only if I'm on attack.
TK: Hey, Dad. (exhales)
Where were you today all day?
I'll tell you later.
Hey. Carlos.
Why don't you hand me a beer?
Absolutely.
-(Marjan laughs) -MATEO: Oh!
And that's why you got to march up, kids.
-Now, that is so cheap. -MATEO: You're the one who dropped the ball.
PAUL: Keep talking, I'm-a drop you...
(overlapping teasing)
♪
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