9-1-1 (2018–…): Season 5, Episode 9 - Past Is Prologue - full transcript

You can do this, Gabi.

Just make a few turns and stops,

park, and don't run over anyone.

Easy as can be.

Morning. My name is Chloe.

I will be your proctor
for the road test portion

of your California driving exam.

Hi.

- I'm Gabi.
- In your own time, Gabi.

Does that mean I should start?

We started when
I got in the car,



but it does mean
your vehicle can move now.

Great.

Let me just secure my seatbelt.

GABI:
Just moved here from Brooklyn.

Take a right up here
at Alvarado.

A right. Got it.

Never had to drive there,
but I guess

everyone here spends half their
lives in their car. (Chuckles)

Eyes on the road, please.

What are you writing down?

Is it about how I took my eyes
off the road?

- I won't do that again.
- You were supposed to take a right.

Oh, crap. I'm sorry.

I've already failed, haven't I?



- The light.
- What?

- The light.
- (gasps)

- (screams)
- (tires screech)

(exhales)

Definitely failed.

Again.

That's why I moved here,
you know?

To the land of mandatory motor
vehicles and terrible bagels

and egg rolls that
are really spring rolls.

Bad breakup.

She said I was weak

and didn't know
how to face my problems.

So I left town.

I'm not unaware that,
in running away,

I kind of proved her point.

Just keep moving.

Right. That's what I'm doing.

Trying to move on.

Green light.

(car horn honking)

You did the right thing.

Okay, I swear I knew
what a green light meant

before I started this test.

(chuckles) No.
I mean, moving out here.

Whoever she was,

she's in your rearview now.

Thanks.

(rumbling)

That wasn't me.

(siren warbling)

You said "we."

Who else is in the car with you?

The woman from the DMV
is in the passenger seat.

Her name's Chloe. I'm Gabi.

I was taking my driver's test.

- Okay. Are either of you injured?
- I'm fine,

but Chloe, she has a pen

- stuck in her chest.
- Is it deep?

I don't know.

What's deep when there's
a pen in your chest?

- How does that even happen? Oh, God.
- Airbags.

Stay with me, Gabi.
As long as that pen stays in,

she should be okay.
Is she conscious?

Yes.

(wheezing)

But she's having trouble breathing.

That can't be good, right?

- The pen might've punctured her lung.
- Should I...

do something?

Just keep an eye on her
and stay on the line.

Fire and rescue
are arriving now.

(sirens wailing)

BOBBY:
Dispatch, this is Captain Nash.

118. Please advise DWP to shut

the power off on this street.

Have them contact CalGEM
to send a team of engineers

to cap this well.

What is the status
of our victims?

MAY: Gabi, the driver,
appears uninured,

but it sounds like
her passenger, Chloe,

might have
a brachial puncture wound.

- How's her breathing?
- Described as labored.

BOBBY:
Copy that.

Okay, Ravi,

I want you to start
foaming this area.

We don't want
any accidental sparks

igniting this oil.

MAY: How we doing
in there, Gabi?

I think her breathing's worse.

Are they getting us out?

They're working on it.

See if we can get
that hatch open. (Grunts)

Help! Get us out!

Ah, it's jammed.
Give me the Jaws. Come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
negative, negative.

Buck, stop. Stop.

We're on top of an oil well.

Isn't that why we have the foam?

No, the foam is just a Band-Aid.

It's good for
a spark or two, but

we start cutting into metal,
this whole thing's gonna go.

Ask the driver
how her breathing sounds.

Any gurgling or choking?

Gabi, can you tell me
how Chloe's breathing sounds?

Any gurgling?

GABI:
I'm not sure.

I can't hear anything in here.

Can you move in closer?

(seatbelt clicks)

(groans) Seat belt.

(strained):
Gonna...

have to...

dock you... (wheezing)

Oh, jokes.
Guess you're feeling better.

Uh-huh.

MAY: Caller says there's
a little gurgling.

Hey.

We shatter the back
of the glass, then go in.

No sparks with glass.

But we got to cut
through the seats

to get to them, and again...

Tools and sparks.

- Yeah.
- What if we, uh, we shatter the moonroof?

You know, we pull them
up and out.

No, no, no. Look at the flow
of that geyser.

- We bust that glass, they're gonna drown in oil.
- HEN: Hey! Hey!

One of them has
a sucking chest wound.

If we don't get them out, she's
gonna drown in her own blood.

- We can't wait.
- We need someone to cap that well.

Well, maybe we cap it ourselves.

Let's go.

(straining):
You didn't...

What?

Run.

Still... here.

Where would I go?
I don't have a license.

(chuckles) Oh!

- (coughing)
- Oh! Oh, my God! Oh!

- No! Chloe!
- Gabi? What's happening?

The pen fell out.
She's bleeding, bad.

Okay. I need you to apply
pressure to the wound.

You have anything
in the car, like

- a clean cloth?
- Um, I...

- Napkins.
- Great.

Just wad them all up
and make a pad.

Then hold it against the wound
and apply direct pressure.

Tight. We just need
to slow down the bleeding.

For how long?

Fire and rescue will be able
to get to you in just a minute.

- Okay.
- They just need - to move your car.

Okay... What? Move it where?

Come on, everybody.
Let's go. Let's push.

All right, let's push, let's go.

Everybody push.

Push!

(straining)

It's going, it's going.
Push, guys, push.

That's it. Let's go.
Push, push, push.

Keep going. That's it.

Push. Push. That's it.
Keep going. Yeah.

What happens now?

MAY: They're gonna break
the sunroof,

so I need you both
to shield your eyes.

Okay. We're ready.

Glass breaking. Three, two, one.

(glass shattering)

It's okay, Chloe. Help is here.
You're gonna be okay.

- Bag. All right.
- Yeah.

- Let's get you out of there.
- No. I'm fine.

Help her first.
She's not talking anymore.

We save you, and we can
get in here and save her.

All right, take my arm.

All right. I got you.

Definitely a deep puncture.

Pulse is still strong.
Eddie, I'm gonna need a...

Three-sided dressing, coming up.

Damn it.

The oil wants out.

Our weight's the only thing
keeping it contained.

HEN:
Ready to move.

(grunting)

Hen. Hen, we got to go! Come on.

BOBBY:
Let's go, let's go.

I hope she's insured.

♪ Let's get it on ♪

♪ Ah, baby ♪

♪ Let's get it on... ♪

Have no fear, LAFD is here.

I heard you have a fire
in your kitchen. (Gasps)

May! What are you doing here?

I'd ask the same question,

but I really don't want
to know the answer.

You yearned for the freedom
of your own apartment,

why aren't you there?

I had to come get my mail.

Have you never heard
of a Change of Address form?

Definitely about
to look into it.

I don't want to disturb
whatever situation this is,

so I'm gonna go get my mail.

Oh, oh, not in here,
not in here.

What are you wearing?

Uh, it's just all I could find
in the kitchen to cover up.

So you weren't wearing... No.

I'm just gonna stop myself
right there.

I just had to clear
the counters off

before we... I think
the mail's in the bedroom.

- I'll get it.
- BOBBY: Uh, May, could you...

the...

The...

- the blanket.
- (sighs)

Thank you.

- Where's Harry?
- BOBBY: Went to the movies.

- I can't find it.
- BOBBY: Uh, it's okay. I, uh...

I'll be right there.

- All right, I, uh...
- ATHENA: I...

Yeah. I-I'll help your mother.

I know where it is,
I know where it is.

This is so embarrassing.

For whom? (Scoffs)

I'll have you know
that it is perfectly normal

for a couple to experiment
from time to time.

You know what,
just send me my mail.

Here it is. I got it.

- Oh.
- I got your, I got your mail.

Thank you.

- Come by any time.
- (door opens)

- Call first.
- (door closes)

There's over 5,000
known oil wells in L.A.,

but there are a bunch
that were just

basically forgotten.

You know, they-they dried up,

they filled them
with trash and covered them.

It's like the-the
ticking time bomb

that could be sitting in your
backyard right now. (Laughs)

Uh, Tay?

- Taylor.
- Huh?

Oh, I-I was just, uh,

I was pitching you
a great story. (Chuckles)

Uh, I-I did the-the promo tease.

Yeah. I, uh...

Big, um...

oil well... time bombs.

It's great.

Hey, are-are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm just tired.

Haven't really slept well
in the last few days.

I should go home.

(chuckles)

Maybe I'm just sleep-deprived
enough to actually get

- a full night's rest.
- Uh, well-well...

Hold on. Wh-Why don't you, uh,
why don't you stay here?

You don't need to drive all the
way across town just to sleep.

Stay here. I'll-I'll make you
breakfast in the morning,

and, yes, by make I mean

I'll put some frozen waffles
in the toaster.

Sorry. Um...

Waffle rain check?

Yeah. Sure.

- Good night.
- Good night.

(door opens)

BUCK:
I think it's over.

- Uh, me and Taylor.
- (siren wailing)

She went home to get some sleep.

How is that code for it's over?

Well, what's past is prologue,
right?

And, based on my past, Taylor
and I have reached the point

in a relationship
where the woman flees.

Women flee you?

- (chuckles)
- Routinely?

Starts out small.
Uh, she's-she's canceling plans.

She's got to work.
She needs to wash her hair

or do her laundry,

and before you know it, poof.

Dropping them off

at the airport and
never seeing them again.

Okay, Buck, you're being
a little too Buck about this.

EDDIE:
A little? When was the last time

a woman told you she had to
go home to wash her hair? 1952?

- (chuckles)
- HEN: Listen, Taylor is not Abby

or Ally. It doesn't even rhyme.

I mean, that's
a good sign, right?

BUCK:
The thing is...

I-I think she might've been
living with me.

I mean, we never
explicitly said that,

but she's there all the time.

I... It sure feels like
we were living together.

Why does this keep
happening to you?

Well, to be honest, I think...

No. I'm gonna tell you why.

Because you don't talk
to the women you're dating.

You just go with the flow and
find yourself in a relationship

with no idea how you got there

or what to do when things
start to go wrong.

Yeah. Who does that?

My point is, breaking up
is not inevitable.

You can turn it around.

You just have
to make the effort.

Talk to Taylor.
Tell her how you're feeling.

Find ways to reconnect.

Cap knows of what he speaks.

Apparently, May walked in on him

and Athena reconnecting
in the kitchen the other night.

(chuckles)

Oh, God. Parental nightmare.

Well, apparently,
my wife has been oversharing.

I mean, I just wasn't aware

that we were able
to bring our gear home

for recreational purposes.

- Aw...
- (laughs)

You've been playing
sexy firefighter, Cap?

What makes you think
that I was the firefighter?

BUCK:
Oh, come on.

I don't want to think
about that,

and... now I can't stop.

(laughs)

(siren wailing)

Tejada.

- You called it in?
- Yeah.

I was driving
by, and I saw the hood up,

and that's when I saw him.

He was breathing,
but he didn't respond

- when I tried to talk to him.
- Trying to charge his engine.

Looks like he gave
himself a shock.

He must've fallen
and hit his head.

Sir, can you hear me?

(echoing):
Sir, can you hear me?

I'm with the LAFD.

You took
a pretty nasty fall, so...

we're gonna just
check you out, okay?

CLIVE:
Antonia?

Pupils are equal and reactive.

BP is stable.

Sir, what's your name?

Clive Wexler.

Do you know where you are?

CLIVE:
Flat on my back

in the driveway
in front of my house,

unfortunately.

Wilson. Antonia Wilson?

What year is it?

- That's usually our question.
- HEN: Well...

Antonia Wilson is my mother,
but...

though I don't think
I've ever heard anyone

call her by that name.

Antonia's daughter?

- You two know each other?
- Knew.

She and I were friends.

Good friends,
when we were younger,

but I haven't seen her since...

got to be over 40 years ago now.

Doesn't seem to be fractured.

Let's cover the wound and
transport him to the hospital.

So you and my mom were close?

I certainly thought so,

but if I know Toni,

she wouldn't want me discussing
her personal business,

- even with her own daughter.
- (chuckling)

Especially with
her own daughter.

Antonia was always
a snappy dresser.

Her coat of armor
was her favorite piece,

if you know what I mean.

I understood, though.

You catch enough shrapnel
and, eventually,

you don't want to leave
any part of yourself exposed.

So, if you knew
my mom back then,

then you probably
knew my dad, too.

He was the shrapnel.

[♪ ♪]

♪ Darken the city ♪

♪ Night is a wire ♪

- Good morning.
- ♪ Steam in the subway, earth is afire ♪

♪ Do, do, do, do ♪

♪ Do, do, do, do, do ♪

♪ Do, do, do,
do, do ♪

♪ In touch with the ground ♪

♪ I'm on the hunt ♪

♪ I'm after you ♪

♪ Smell like I sound ♪

♪ I'm lost in a crowd ♪

♪ And I'm hungry ♪

- ♪ Like the wolf ♪
- (gun clicks)

♪ Straddle the line... ♪

WOMAN:
Oh, my God.

(alarm ringing)

MAN (inside):
Stop! Stop that guy!

Hey. Look out!

♪ Mouth is alive
with juices like wine... ♪

(motorcycle engine revs)

♪ And I'm hungry
like the wolf. ♪

ATHENA: Someone
called in about a robbery?

Hi. I'm Doris Claypool,

the casino manager.

They really shouldn't
have called you.

It's not a big deal.

Caller said something
about $1 million missing.

Well, yeah, but you guys
are about 30 years too late.

(chuckles)

The robbery happened in 1987?

Guy held up one
of our blackjack tables,

made off with
a million two in chips,

sped away on a motorcycle,
and was never heard from again.

And I'm here why?

Someone tried to cash one of
the stolen chips this morning.

Who?

Pretty sure this face

wasn't even born in '87.

- '94.
- Neil...

- "Bee-sco..."
- Biscobing.

Rhymes with "disco king."

Sorry. Old family joke.

If you say so.

Explain the chip, Neil.

Well, I'm a bell-ringer
for Santa's Helping Hand,

and someone must've
put it in my bucket.

Didn't see who.

Didn't even notice the chip

until I was on my lunch break.

ATHENA:
And then you decided

to try and cash it.

It'd feed thousands of families.

You said that no one ever saw

the robber's face.

Any chance you saw
the rest of him

on one of your cameras inside?

Maybe it will jingle
Kris Kringle's memory.

We wouldn't have
that footage anymore.

Everything would've been
turned over

to the police in '87.

And I'm sure your people

have already tossed it
in the trash by now.

You'd be surprised
how inefficient we are.

Neil, write down your number.

If I find the robber,
you might remember him.

("Great Divide" by Yola playing)

Clive Wexler.

I'm surprised
you don't remember him,

'cause he sure remembered you.

I remember Clive.

It was just a long time ago.

Where'd you even meet him?

On a case.

Yeah, a police officer found him
unconscious in his driveway.

Is he all right?

Mm-hmm. He's fine.

He was just fixing
an old convertible

and shocked himself,
so he ended up

with a bump on the head.

He still has that car?

He said you two went way back.

He wasn't that
forthcoming, though,

with the details
on how you knew each other.

You know, from the neighborhood.

- (door closes)
- ATHENA: I'm home.

- Sorry I'm late.
- Oh, let me help you with that.

Ah, thank you. Kids not in?

Karen took Harry and Denny
to get some ice cream.

- Oh. What about May?
- Uh, said she couldn't make it.

Scarred for life. (Laughs)

What's up with the box?

Uh, evidence
from an old cold case.

Actually, it's why
I called you here.

I need a consultant.

Me?

Someone robbed
The Fairwell Casino.

- When? I didn't hear about that.
- 1987.

TONI:
And they got away?

They usually don't make it
out the front door.

Usually don't make it out
with all their teeth, either.

(laughs) Let me
get you some wine.

Thank you, baby.

- Thanks.
- So how much are we talking?

A million in chips.

Guy in a motorcycle helmet

came in, drew a gun
on the dealer,

then cleared them out.

How many tables did he hit?

Well, as far as I know,
just the one.

That's a lot of money
for one table.

When I was a dealer,

we used a 12 barrel tray

with 60 chips per barrel.

Depending on the time of day,
I might have anywhere from...

a hundred grand
to half a mil at my table.

Hmm. It was 8:00 a.m.
on a Wednesday.

Must've been a special request
from a high roller.

It's not uncommon, but,

usually, somebody
has to sign off on a request.

Hmm, y'all do that a lot
at casinos?

If we know them? Sure.

A fool and his money
are soon parted.

- (chuckles)
- And it's our job

to make that parting
as easy as possible.

Savage.

A million dollars.

Don't get too excited.

Even if I find it,

- we can't keep it.
- Yeah.

It's an interesting
mystery, though.

A masked man gets away
with a million dollars.

Never seen or heard from

ever again.

And the chips
never turned up, either?

Not until today.

Wait a minute. D.B. Cooper
only made away with 200,000,

and how many books
and documentaries

have there been about him?

And yet we've never heard
of this biker bandit?

Ooh, I like that. Catchy.

Casinos pride themselves
on their security.

Can't have people thinking it's
like knocking over a 7-Eleven.

Damn, Ma. You really know
everything about casinos.

I worked there.

And maybe our thief did, too.

Uh, hey.

- You're here.
- Hi.

I, uh, thought you said, like,
an hour ago

you couldn't come over tonight.

Uh, I was looking for my tablet.
I think I left it here.

Uh, yeah.

Uh...

Ah. Thank you.

Uh, why don't you
stay for dinner?

Uh, can't. Got an early
flight in the morning.

Hey, wh-what's going on?

First you're in here
sneaking around

trying to grab your stuff,
and now you're...

you're skipping town?

I'm not skipping town, Buck.

Taylor, if you're gonna
break up with me, then just...

Who said anything
about breaking up?

It's just for a day or two.

We can talk about it
when I get back.

No!

No, I'm sorry,
but we-we can't.

We're gonna talk about it now,

'cause if you're gonna be
weird and distant,

and then just take off,

you cannot expect me
not to worry.

At least tell me
where you're going.

My father's parole hearing.

TAYLOR:
I was the one who found her.

The coroner ruled it a suicide.

Then, eight months later,
they came back

and arrested my father.

So your dad killed your mom.

Well, that's what
the second jury said.

The first one was a little more
split on their feelings.

And what about your feelings?

A much more complicated story.

He's my dad.

There's a part of me that
could never believe

he could have done this.

But it's not like I can
imagine my mother

doing that to herself.

So you just spent
all these years not knowing?

Everybody had a theory.

My mom's family,
my dad's family.

Living in between the two
was pretty... messy.

And now I have to go
in front of a parole board

and convince them that
he's a good person

who deserves a second chance.

Whoa, hey, there's gotta be
a way for us

to find out
what really happened.

You know, maybe we could, uh,

we could take another look
at the case.

You think I haven't?

I have talked to family,
friends, investigators.

It all came back
to the same place.

Only two people know
what really happened.

And one of them is dead.

- And the other one?
- Swears he's innocent.

Wait, well,

let me come with you
at least.

You know, I can get
a plane ticket, and...

No.

I don't want that.

This isn't your childhood
trauma, Buck, it's mine.

I need to deal with this
on my own.

(sighs)
Bobby.

- What are you doing up?
- You gotta check this out.

No, no, no, no, I'm not
checking anything out.

Come to bed. Those tapes will
be there in the morning.

- It'll only take a second. Come on.
- No, no. (Sighs)

(sighs deeply)

- Okay, here he is right after he hit the table.
- Mm-hmm.

Now, security scrambles
as soon as they know

- that there's a robbery happening, right?
- Mm-hmm.

Here they are,
right on his heels.

- As they should be.
- But now, watch this.

- Oh...
- Here he is, seconds after.

- ATHENA: Where are the guards?
- Exactly.

Run that back.

(rewinding)

How'd he get such a huge lead?

That is the $1.2 million
question.

You still think
it was an inside job?

Well, Toni said someone
would have to approve

the extra chips on the table,

- so security probably knew.
- Look at them stop there.

- I mean, maybe they did do it on purpose.
- Inside job.

Eliminate the impossible, and
only the improbable remains.

Oh, yeah. O-Okay, Sherlock.

- (laughs)
- All right, run that back.

(video player malfunctioning)

No, no, no, no, no.
Come on.

Mm, I don't suppose there's
any way you could fix that.

Well, I mean, I could try
to piece it together, but...

Mm-mm. (Sighs)

Or, there is another way
we could test our theory.

What other way?

Rob the casino.

EDDIE:
"From the neighborhood"?

Yep. That's all she said.

Like he was some guy
she used to see

on the corner or something.

She used to definitely see him,
all right.

Right?

I wasn't just imagining that.

Clive and Toni were definitely
a thing.

And I mean, like, big time,
long-lost-love kind of thing.

My abuela would eat this up.
She loves a good telenovela.

Oh, 'cause, uh,
'cause you don't?

Come on, I know you
watch 'em with Christopher.

That's how we practice
our Spanish.

- Uh-huh.
- Real question is,

what happens next
in the story?

Well, I-I do have his number.

I could call him.

I mean, just to see
how he's doing after his fall.

- Of course.
- Whoa, hold on, you don't know

why they broke up, right?

I mean, I mean, what if
there's some deep trauma

that shouldn't be poked at?

Since when did you become
the voice of reason?

- Did something happen with Taylor?
- Uh, no, you just...

You guys were right,
she's not breaking up with me.

That's all you're giving us?
We still got... Oh.

- Okay. - Three minutes?!
- Whoo!

How the hell did you manage
to shave almost three minutes

off of Buck's best
coffee run time?

It's called a mobile order, Hen.
Walked in

and the drinks were waiting.

This just better be oat milk.

Damn it, he even got
the order right.

BOBBY:
Club sodas,

shaken, not stirred.

For you I get, but for me?

- We're working here.
- Are we?

'Cause it feels a little more
like we're playing.

Not to say that I mind.

I'm gonna need a little vodka

- in this club soda.
- Yes, miss.

So the high rollers
were over here.

There was over a million
dollars' worth of chips

right over there.

And from what I remember
about the tape,

security was way over there.

- Hmm.
- All right,

let me have your purse.

Oh. It doesn't really go
with that outfit.

You don't think?

Okay, I'm the biker bandit,
you're security.

You take your position,
and as soon as I grab this,

you come after me,
and I'll try and escape.

We are taking this role-playing

a little more public
than necessary.

We retrace his steps,
we'll figure out

how the bandit got away.

- If you say so.
- Just remember,

it's not so much
about the speed

as it is about the distance.

So if you match my pace,
it should work out.

- Then let's play.
- Let's play.

[♪ ♪]

♪ All this talking,
not much doin' ♪

♪ People screaming,
not much doin' ♪

♪ I get tired
of all this play... ♪

- You didn't run.
- I matched your pace.

All right, let's do it again.

♪ I'm driving down
the same old track ♪

♪ Too much weight on my back ♪

- Let's do it again.
- ♪ I'm at the end of the road ♪

♪ So brother, lighten my load. ♪

Okay, all right, it happens
right around here every time

in this blind spot, so why
didn't security catch him?

Because he doubled back.

Valet and the motorcycle
is over there.

And somehow he was able
to leapfrog them

somewhere in here

- and head out that door.
- Mm-hmm.

I mean, the only other
possibility is that door.

I just don't see how
he could make it

from there to there.

Bobby, there's
an entire racetrack

and grandstand out there.

Now, he could have jumped
over the seats

- and doubled back out there.
- Miss? Here you go.

ATHENA:
Thank you.

BOBBY:
The fire extinguishers.

I can't believe I didn't
catch this before. Look.

Per code, they have to be
three feet off the ground.

Now, on his way in,
our biker bandit looks to be

- about six feet tall.
- Mm-hmm.

But when he leaves...

ATHENA: The robber is shorter
going out than when he came in?

He didn't double back,
he had a double.

- What do you think, like, five seven, five eight?
- Yeah.

Sergeant Grant.

Didn't think you were
working this case anymore.

This is my husband,
Bobby Nash.

- Just wanted to show him the place.
- Mm.

Yeah, she was telling me
all about your biker bandit.

- My what?
- The thief.

Just a little name
I came up with for him.

Did you work here then?

- I did. I was a dealer.
- Oh.

But not that morning.
I was in class.

Business school.
Student by day,

blackjack dealer by night.
(chuckles)

And now you're running
the place.

Well, I didn't want to stand
at a table forever.

Well, listen, while you're here,

you should check out
the restaurant.

We'd be happy to comp you both
a nice meal,

a nice bottle of wine...

- Oh, well...
- That's kind. Very kind.

But we couldn't accept.

Well, if you change your mind,

you know where to find me.

(weak chuckle)

- Well, that was interesting.
- Hmm.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Five seven.

Maybe five eight.

Biscobing.
Rhymes with "disco king."

- You remembered.
- Not a common name.

I ran across it again
this morning.

There was a Jimmy Biscobing
that was a regular

at the Fairwell back in '87.

That was my uncle.

He passed away weeks ago
from stomach cancer.

Sorry for your loss.

He gave you the chip
before he died?

I found it as my dad and I
were cleaning out his place.

That's not all I found.

- Jimmy.
- You two were a thing?

No one knew.

The bosses frowned on
employees dating players.

Probably afraid you'd give them
inside information?

Like how to rob a casino,
for instance?

There needed to be two of you.

One for the guards
to chase out front,

and another to slip out the back
with the money.

It wasn't like we were stealing;

The casino got the chips back.

Cashing out.

DORIS: We tossed the high-value
chips. We knew those were

too easy to trace.

Sorry, forgot one.

We split the rest.

I used my share
to finish school,

get my MBA,
move up in the company.

ATHENA:
And Jimmy's share?

Player busts.

They got that back, too.

Am I under arrest?

There isn't anything
we can do legally

about it at this point.

Believe me, I looked.

But I did speak
with your employers.

(exhales sharply)

Did they really have to know?

I could have retired early,
kept it quiet.

And I don't really do quiet.

(indistinct radio transmission)

[♪ ♪]

Buck?

(sighs)
I told you not to come.

Uh, you know me.
(chuckles)

I don't always listen.

Are you okay?

No.

I couldn't do it.

Stand up and say he deserves

a second chance when...

I'm not sure he does.

Uh, well, that-that must have
been really hard.

Like, kind of brave, though.

You know? Uh...

To admit how you,
how you really feel.

He told me I was
a terrible daughter.

After everything
he'd done for me and...

...how he'd always been there
for me,

- and I was letting him down.
- No. Hey, hey, hey, you're not.

You're not, okay?

You were doing
what was right for you.

And if he can't
understand that...

Maybe you should have
talked to him.

Guess we both came
all this way for nothing.

There are no answers here.

That's not why I came.

I'm only here for you.

In case you needed me.

Haven't been here
in forever.

Hasn't really changed
much at all.

Did you used to, uh,
come here a lot?

I don't remember that.

Way before your time.

So, what's going on?

I know you didn't
bring me out for pizza alone

just because.

What's this terrible news
you're about to spring on me?

It's not terrible, it's just...

Hello, Antonia.

Clive.

These are for you.

It's good to see you again,
Antonia.

Thank you.

You look well.

Not as good as I looked
30 years ago, but,

then again, time does that
to a man.

Well, would you like
to join us, Clive?

I can find us a...

Enough, Henrietta.
I'm not staying.

I'm sorry, Clive, but...
you came here for nothing.

- Antonia...
- I'm-I'm so sorry.

Let me go talk to her.

Mom! Ma, are you okay?

- I-I, I didn't mean to...
- Yes, you did!

It's who you are.

- You can never leave well enough alone.
- No, I just...

The past is the past
for a reason, Henrietta.

It's best to just
leave it there.

Ah...

(sighs)

I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

- About my parents.
- (chuckles)

Well, that's okay.

I, too, understand
a complicated family dynamic

that's hard to put into words.

After he went to prison,

I went to live with my aunt.

I'd meet new people, and
there was always this moment.

This look that would
come across their face

when they realized who I was.

It was like, you know, I could
see what they were thinking.

"Oh... you're that girl."

So when you got old enough,
you moved to a place

where no one knew that girl.

I tell other people's stories
for a living

because I hate telling
my own.

Hey...

(exhales sharply)

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

You okay, Ma?

I'm fine.

Are you still upset with me
for, uh...

for meddling?

Just feeling a little
melancholy.

(chuckles)

That's pictures of you and me.

And Dad, not so much.

I'd like to say
that was because

he was the one
with the camera.

But you and I both know
that's not true.

He was never there,
even when he was.

It was an affair, Henrietta.

Me and Clive.

While I was married
to your father.

You're not surprised.

You storming off
when the man was trying

to give you flowers

was a clue.

Last time I saw Clive
was 1978.

He asked me to run away
with him.

You were gonna leave Dad?

I knew it was wrong, but...

when Clive talked about
the future we could have

together...

I saw it...

and I wanted it
with my whole heart.

But the day I was supposed
to meet him,

I...

Stood him up.

- I had my reasons.
- W-Why?

Why would you...

Wait. 1978.

Oh, Ma.

Me?

The doctor called the morning
we were supposed to go.

I was willing
to leave my husband,

but I couldn't walk out
on the father of my child.

I mean, are you...
Are you even sure that Dad

- was-was-was...
- Henrietta.

This ain't Maury Povich.

Yes. I'm sure.

What's this?

Clive's number.

I wasn't sure if I should
risk your wrath again

giving it to you, but...

- now...
- Honey,

I think Clive and I are
well past our expiration date.

You don't know that.

Maybe the future
that you glimpsed back then,

maybe it's now, Ma.

And all you need to do
is step into it.

You're not...

ashamed of me?

No.

I know that things were
never good with Dad,

and that you were alone
and unhappy

for a long time, Ma.

So I'm not ashamed.

I'm just glad

that somebody loved you

before I did.

Thank you.

- Hey.
- BOBBY: We're over here.

What are you doing?

Gin. And I'm winning.

Come on.
Two out of three.

You just don't know
when to quit, do you? (Laughs)

- Well, it's good to see you two...
- What?

Doing old married couple stuff,
like playing cards?

- Mm. And solving crime. Mm-hmm.
- We're pretty good at that.

Oh, uh, this is yours.

It got mixed up with my mail
the other day.

I got that
change of address filed,

so you should stop
getting my mail soon.

May, you are welcome
to stop by anytime.

- With some advance notice.
- MAY: Yep.

I got it. Well, I'm meeting
a friend for dinner,

- so I'm gonna take off.
- All right, well, have fun.

- Okay, bye. You, too.
- Bye.

Are we having fun?

Oh, we are about to.

(singer vocalizing)

- Hi.
- Hi.

Um, I'm not sure
what you remember.

CHLOE:
You saved my life.

Thank you for that.

My pleasure.

So you're sure
you're not mad at me

for showing up in Oklahoma?

Well, honestly,

- I... kind of love you for it.
- Great, 'cause...

What? Hey!

Don't make it weird.

I love you.

Good.

I love you, too.

♪ I need you ♪

♪ By me ♪

♪ Beside me ♪

♪ To guide me ♪

♪ To hold me ♪

♪ To scold me ♪

♪ 'Cause when I'm bad... ♪

- Hi.
- Hi.

Sorry I'm late.

But you're worth the wait.

Taylor Kelly.
(chuckles)

I guess now I know
all your secrets.

Actually...

Kelly is my middle name.

♪ Last dance tonight ♪

♪ Last dance ♪

♪ Last chance for love ♪

♪ Yes, it's my last dance ♪

♪ For romance tonight ♪

♪ Oh-ho, I need you ♪

- ♪ By me ♪
- Ma?

♪ Beside me to guide me ♪

♪ To hold me ♪

- (phone chimes)
- ♪ To scold me ♪

♪ 'Cause when I'm bad ♪

♪ I'm so, so bad ♪

♪ So let's dance
the last dance ♪

♪ Let's dance
the last dance ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ Yeah. ♪

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