9-1-1: Lone Star (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Monster Inside - full transcript

The crew race to a rattlesnake infestation, and attempt to rescue a man with dementia from a dangerous scene he created; Michelle learns the truth behind her sister's disappearance; A tragic accident shakes the crew to its core.

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Hey, so I was thinking.

next we go oxtail ragu
and scallop crudo.

Sounds awesome, babe.

Maggie, you promised me we'd be
pre-kid Ben and Mags tonight.

I'm sorry.

-I'm trying, Ben.
-Really?

Because you haven't even
touched your burrata and fig.

It's just hard.

I have been with Finn
every minute for ten months.

It just feels weird
being apart from him.

Like I'm being a terrible mom.



That's--that's crazy.
You're an amazing mom.

What if he's scared or lonely?

Or he poops his diaper and he
has to sit in it for hours?

Then we fire the babysitter.

(sighs)

Fine.
Just one peek.

(chuckles)

See?

He's having a great time,
and you should too.

Besides, Danielle is amazing,

and her babysitting reviews
are off the charts.

Where is Danielle?

I gave her an extra 100 bucks
to do the laundry.

Then who is Finn rattling at?



♪ Twinkle,
twinkle little star ♪

♪ How I wonder what you are ♪

Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!
Call 9-1-1!

(sirens wail)

OWEN: Austin FD!
Open up!

Got anything from Dispatch?

JUDD: They're supposed to be
en route from dinner,

but nobody can get ahold
of them,

so we got Animal Control
coming.

-All right, take it.
-All right.

OWEN: All right,
let's find this nursery.

Paul, Marjan, Mateo,
you guys look upstairs.

Watch your step.

We're dealing with
a 5-foot rattlesnake here.

Do you have a name
on the babysitter?

Danielle.

-Danielle!
-(cat hisses)

Whoa!
Someone's a little jumpy.

Well, yeah.
I hate snakes.

Well, you're Cowboy Judd.

I thought you grew up
with snakes.

Yeah, that's why I hate 'em.

Eyes on the ground, guys.

(baby cries)

You haven't seen a big scary
snake around, have you?

Is he hurt?

Check for swelling
or puncture wounds.

Nah, I'm pretty sure
he just hates me.

And I think he pooped.

whoa!

-Ooh!
-Whoa, whoa, whoa!

-Whoa, whoa, whoa!
-And I think I pooped.

-MAGGIE: Finn!
-MATEO: He's okay.

He's stinky, but he's okay.

-(baby cries)
-Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Sir,
I wouldn't come any closer.

(pants)

Where's Danielle?

-Where's y

our laundry?
-The basement.

Cap.

(snakes rattle)

-Well, that's not good.
-Nope.

(groans)

Owners say there's a crack
in the foundation.

They threw a tarp over it
to create a moisture barrier,

looks like that's
what drew the snakes.

All right, Judd and I
will go in first.

Blast those little bastards
with some frosty CO-2.

That'll give you guys
enough time to get inside

and get her out in the bag.

How far is EMS
with the antivenom?

-ETA is two minutes.
-OWEN: You good to go?

Hell no!
Let's go.

(The Rolling Stones'
"Jumpin' Jack Flash")

♪ One, two ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I was born in
a crossfire hurricane ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And I howled
at the morning drivin' rain ♪

♪ But it's all right now ♪

♪ In fact, it's a gas ♪

♪ But it's all right ♪

♪ I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash ♪

♪ It's a gas, gas, gas ♪

(canister clatters)

(dramatic music)

GUS: All

right, let's keep
things moving right along.Who's next on the mic?

Would you stop being s

uch a
wuss and get up there already?
- I'm not being a wuss.
I'm just waiting for my moment.

MICHELLE: We've been waiting
for your moment

for three hours.

-That guy was good.
-Yes, and so are you.

It's one thing to sing
in the shower,

it's another thing to sing

in front of a whole room
of people.

Yeah.
You're clothed for one.

Iris, come on.
Don't push.

-I'm just nervous.
-You're nervous?

The other day,
you plugged a dude's artery

with your finger, but a roomful
of hipsters makes you nervous?

Maybe I'm not the only one
who gets nervous.

You have a beautiful voice.
You should share it.

You're my sister.
You have to say that.

That's true.

What?

I missed a bunch of texts
from Dustin.

So?
Just say you're with me.

He knows I'm with you.

He just wants to know
how long I'll be.

Wow.
He's really got you trained.

I know what you think, okay?

We just have
a very intense connection.

Well, if you have such
a strong connection,

why don't you just tell him
you're busy?

Yeah, watching my sister

chicken wire gravy spoon
ribbon pole.

(chuckles)
What?

Watching you chicken out!

I think someone's had
a little too much tequila,

-if you ask me.
-Yeah.

Listen, if you go up next,

I'll stop
running up your bar tab.

(sighs)
I don't know.

I think we should have
another drink.

-(chuckles)
-Your call.

Wuss.

CARLOS:
You doing okay, chica?

Not even close.

Hey.

Whatever happens in there--

I know.
I know.

Thank you.
Thank you for everything.

(suspenseful music)



♪(sighs)

Here we go.

♪ ♪

(car beeps)

♪ ♪

SARINA: We're still processing
the truck for evidence,

but we found a few items we'd
like you to take a look at.

And what about Iris
and that guy, Wade?

We found some skeletal remains
in the vehicle

and in the surrounding area.

Animal activity spread things
pretty wide.

Forensics thinks
as many as four people

may have been in that truck.

Now, it's gonna take some time

to match any DNA
on those remains,

but there were traces of blood
in that truck, quite a lot.

Those results should
come back sooner.

In the meantime,

these items were also found
in the truck or nearby.

Michelle, can you please
come and take a look

and see if you recognize
anything?

Anything that
could have belonged to Iris?

Take your time.

MICHELLE:
No.

Definitely not that.

(sighs)

SARINA:
What about that phone?

-Does that look familiar?
-(sighs)

No.
It's not hers.

♪ ♪

-This.
-The bracelet?

My dad got that for her
on her 14th birthday.

She never took it off.

♪ ♪

I'll be honest,
Captain Strand.

There are some numbers
I don't like here.

Your blood pressure's up.
Your glucose is elevated.

Well, I've been going through
some stresses at work,

and I may have been hitting
the cookie dough

a little too hard.

And you're sleeping
fewer hours per night

than you were
when you first moved here.

Rebuilding a firehouse
is a full-time job.

It doesn't really lend itself
to time off.

I am concerned that

you're burning the candle
at both ends.

Also, you shouldn't
be drinking on chemo.

-Not even a little?
-Never.

Doc, first you take
my hair treatments

and now you're taking
my tequila.

What about the cancer?

Now the part I do like.

This is a scan of your tumor

when we began
our treatment together.

This is what
it looks like today.

Now it's hard to tell
with the naked eye,

but the tumor
has a circumference

that is 2.77% smaller than
when you started this therapy.

That sounds like good news?

It's great news.

And the fascinating thing is

the reduction is almost
the identical average

that we saw with
your canine counterparts.

I'm sorry, my--my what now?

The immunotherapy drug cocktail
that you're on

is available only to humans

because it was tested on dogs
with lung cancer first.

You mean like caged lab dogs?

Not at all.
Canine patients.

Their owners enroll them
in these trials

to give them a shot at a
longer life.

They come in for treatments
just like you.

Most go home at night.

You say some of them come home.
What about the other ones?

Some don't have homes
to go home to.

It's not uncommon for some
of them to be abandoned.

For those that are, they're
housed in a lab downtown.

Uh, more like a kennel.

Where I promise you they
are treated very humanely.

C'mon,
it has to be The Ring Two

or Final Destination 2
or The Grudge 3.

Man,
those are some weak choices.

Worst sequels of all time?

The scariest movies
of all time.

All right, everyone knows
that the scariest movies

are the ones where the monsters
are inside of you.

The Shining.
Dude was crazy.

Or The Exorcist
where the demon's inside.

Rosemary's Baby?
Devil baby?

-Yes.
-Cujo.

- Nah, bro.

(dog barks)

(upbeat music)

MARJAN:
What?

-Oh!
-Hey!

I mean, that is
a fine looking animal.

Everybody, say hello to
the newest member of the 126.

Buttercup.

MATEO: No way!
You mean we get to keep it?

-Dying of cuteness.
-Oh, finally!

I outrank someone.

Oh yeah, you think he's gonna
follow you around

and clean up after you?

-Good point.
-Seriously, Dad?

What?

I begged you
my entire life for a dog

and you've always said no.

We lived in an apartment
in a high-rise.

Who was gonna walk him?

And what made you pick
this handsome fellow, Cap?

This handsome fellow
is my canine counterpart.

Oh!

Yeah, he's definitely got
the signature look.

He's also got the exact same
type of lung cancer as I have.

MARJAN:
Oh, no!

MATEO:
That's so sad.

Oh, come on.
Toughen up.

Buttercup's a fighter like me.

And it's because of him.
and dogs like him,

that I'm able to get
my immunotherapy treatments.

Hey!

His previous owner donated him

so he was living at the clinic.

They let me adopt him.

Hey, TK!
Say hello to Buttercup.

Hey, Buttercup.

I got stuff to do.

Maybe you should've got him
a puppy when he was a kid.

Actually,
it was his mother who said no.

Oh.

(siren wails)

(indistinct radio chatter)

♪ ♪

(knock on door)

Oh, thank goodness you're here.

Uh, my name is Trevor.
Come in. Come in.

-Uh, Mother is upstairs.
-MICHELLE: Sir, were you here

with your mother when her
symptoms started?

Uh, no.

I came downstairs
to fetch her dinner,

and then when I got back,
her color wasn't right

and her countenance had started
to droop more than usual.

-Can she speak?
-No.

At first I thought she was
just being obstinate.

Mother so loves to talk,

but I really think
something is wrong

Mother,
our friends are here.

♪ Don't throw
the case at me ♪

Okay, she dead.

Mother, I want you
to do everything

these nice people tell you.

They're here to help.

Does your mother have
a heart condition?

Yes, an enlarged heart.

I always tell her it's because
she has so much love to give.

Don't I, Mother?

A boy's best friend
is his mother.

(shushes)

Trevor,
can you sit down for me?

What?
Why?

What's going on?

Why aren't you guys
helping her?

I'm so sorry.
Your mother's gone.

What does that mean, gone?

She's passed away.

Probably a few days ago
by the looks of it.

Is there someone
that we can call for you?

What?
No!

No, okay, look,
that--that is impossible

because she is resting.

She was just singing along
to "After Midnight."

I'm so sorry.

Let's call
the county coroner's office

and get dispatch
to send a mental health unit.

Okay, nobody is calling,

and nobody's leaving here
until she wakes up.

Uh, Trevor...

believe me,
I understand how hard it is

to accept losing
someone you love.

And we are so sorry
for your loss.

I haven't lost anyone!

Help her!
That is your job.

-Do it!
-What do we do here, Cap?

Um...

we check her ABCs.

(suspenseful music)

♪ ♪

Her pulse is, uh, very weak.

-What?
-20mg of droperidol.

-Droperidol for her...
-(whispers) Just do it.

MICHELLE:
Gillian, the Lifepak.

We need to defibrillate now.

-What?
-It's a Lifepak.

Trevor, we need to remove
your mother's clothing now.

Maybe you want to look away.

I'm not sure she'd
be comfortable with you

-looking at that.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Tim.

Right away, Cap.

Charge is set to 150?

Make it 300.
We need this to work.

-We really do.
-Copy that.

On the count of three.

One, two...

-Trevor?
-Huh?

(yells)

-Okay,

stay where you are.
-Get rid of it. Get rid of it.

Tell dispatch to send the
Mental Health Unit for a 5150.

Why did you do that?

I'm sorry, Trevor, but you
didn't give me any choice.

What about Mother?

There isn't anything
anyone can do for her now.

I promised to take care of her.

And you did.
You fought for her.

In the end,
that's all we can do.

(sobs)

Hey Cap, I hope you
worked up an appetite

'cause chicken fried steak
is ready in 20 minutes,

with pecan pie for dessert.

Hell yeah, I can feel
my arteries clogging already.

Why would one fry a steak?

'Cause it helps
the batter stick.

Oh,
you've got to be kidding me!

Damn it.
Where's that dog?

Hey, dog!
The dog.

His name is Buttercup.

Yeah, I'm not calling it that.

TK:
Hey, you guys?

Oh, someone has been
a very curious boy.

Oh, oh, oh.

Guess we can take pie off
the menu.

Yeah, I guess this dog likes
to have his dessert first, huh?

Nothing's dessert
when you never stop eating.

That is not a chew toy.
Leave it.

From all the shoes
you gotta choose,

why you gotta pick mine?

'Cause he likes ya.

No, it's because
he's messing with me.

Look at his face.

He thinks this whole thing
is funny.

(laughter)

Hey, no.

No!

God.

Hey, yo, TK!
Do not move.

(squish)
Buttercup dropped a bomb.

Oh, gross!

(laughter)

TK:
God!

Why are you guys laughing?
That fuzzy thing is a monster.

A firehouse is no place
for a dog.

What about the dalmatians?
They're like the firehouse OGs.

PAUL:
Yeah, why is that, anyway?

MATEO: Because I think
they're deaf in one ear.

That can't be right.

No, it was because they weren't
afraid of fire or horses,

which pulled
the original fire carriages.

They would just run ahead
of everybody

and warn the town that
we were coming.

Oh, so they were like
the first sirens.

Well, how cool is that?

Okay, well,
that partnership ended

with the invention
of the automobile.

And that thing is not
a Dalmatian.

SARINA: Michelle,
thanks for coming down.

What's going on?
What are we doing here?

Uh, I got something
I'd like you to hear.

♪ ♪

DISPATCHER:
9-1-1, what's your emergency?

IRIS: I can't talk very long.
I'm in danger.

DISPATCHER: Ma'am,
can you give me your location?

IRIS:
I'm driving west on Adams,

just part Guadalupe street,

and I can see him
like two cars back.

He was outside
my apartment this morning.

-What does he want?
-DISPATCHER: Ma'am,

there's a police station
a quarter of a mile

from where you are--do you
think you can drive there?

IRIS: No.
No police.

They'll kill her.

Where did you find this?

Is that your sister's voice?

Yes.

That was in the call history

of the phone we found
in the wreckage.

But that wasn't Iris' phone.

I think it was.

That phone you showed me

was like some kind of
drug dealer's burner phone.

Or a phone used
by anyone concerned

with being followed or tracked.

She sounds so paranoid.

Maybe somebody
was really following her.

Michelle, I don't think anyone
was following your sister.

This wasn't the only call
to 9-1-1

that came in from that phone.

(mouse clicks)

(computer beeping)

I wanna hear them.

IRIS: What do they want?
They won't leave me alone.

They've got cars,
and helicopters,

and I think a drone.

Damn it!
Why won't they leave me alone?

DISPATCHER:
9-1-1, what's your emergency?

IRIS: Someone put a microphone
inside my filling.

DISPATCHER:
I'm sorry, where did you say

they put a microphone, ma'am?

IRIS: My tooth.

Their technology
is sophisticated.

These people
are gonna kill me,

you stupid son of a bitch!

GRACE:
9-1-1, what's your emergency?

IRIS: Um, they won't stop
until I'm dead.

GRACE: Ma'am, can you tell me
where you are?

IRIS: I--I don't know exactly.

We just left
the Lost Cause bar.

I'm in a truck, but I don't
think we can outrun them.

Please tell my mom
and my sister I'm sorry,

and I love them.

I have to go!
Please tell them.

(beep)

SARINA: I--I think that
the kind of mental illness

I suspect your sister
was suffering from

often doesn't present in women
until their late 20s,

even early 30s.

Dustin said
she'd started to change.

This makes so much sense.

And it certainly would explain

why she might've be drawn
into the orbit

of someone like Wade Caldwell.

But he didn't murder her.

I think what happe

ned with your
sister was just an accident.

A tragic accident.

You got the blood work back?

I'm very sorry.

(somber music)

THERESA:
Happy birthday, babe.

I can't believe it's been
ten years already

since you've been gone.

-I miss you, Daddy.
-(chuckles)

What's so funny?

Oh, this.
All of this.

We're throwing a birthday
for a dead guy.

Talking to a photo
like it's people.

It's hilarious.

Iris, honey,

yeah, I guess it is
maybe a little goofy,

now that you mentioned it.

Really, Mom?

What's your deal?

Are you on something?
Why would you ask me that?

Because you're acting weird
and you look like hell.

Michelle, that's no way
to speak to your sister.

So you're just gonna pretend

like you're not
seeing this too?

Have you looked at her?

When's the last time
you brushed your hair or slept?

What, are you gonna start
following me now too?

What?

Iris, ever since you started
dating that guy--

Dustin.
Dustin has an IQ of 141, okay?

He went to Dartmouth.

You couldn't get
into freaking Texas State!

Um, okay, I don't know why
that's relevant,

and it's definitely mean.

Listen, Iris,

you're beautiful
and kind and talented.

Just don't let some guy
derail your dreams.

Oh, you're gonna lecture me
about dreams, okay?

You're the one who has dreams
being a singer

but you're too big of a coward
to go up on an open mic night.

So don't talk to me
about my boyfriend, okay?

At least I have a boyfriend.

-Iris.
-I'm gonna go.

-Michelle!
-No, no, no.

I think it's a really good idea
before I smack her.

-We're having a party!
-I love you.

Happy birthday, Daddy.

THERESA:
And they're sure?

MICHELLE:
The blood was a match.

And what about her body?

They still have
to identify the remains

that they found out there,

and that's gonna take
some time,

but Iris was definitely
in the truck.

Well, who is that Wade person?

Wade Caldwell.
He was a bad guy, Mom.

Why would your sister
be involved

with someone like that?

A freaking criminal?
A monster?

It just--
it doesn't make any sense!

I don't think Wade Caldwell
was Iris' monster, Mom.

I think the monster
was inside of her.

She had an illness.

She was exhibiting signs
of schizophrenia.

What?

Mom, we both witnessed it.

The jumbled speech,
the inappropriate laughter.

The sudden bursts of anger.

Oh, your sister
was always moody.

(scoffs)
Mom.

This was more than moody.

This was something else.

No.

I'm sorry.
I know this is hard.

She was sick
and somehow I knew it.

I knew it and then...

I was so angry at her
because of it

that I--I ignored it,
and I ignored her.

-That's not true.
-It is true.

She called me so many times.

That night she called
and I just--I didn't pick up.

I could've saved her,
but I didn't.

♪ ♪

(sobbing)

Okay, your spot's ready!
Hop on up, buddy!

MARJAN:
Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

Hey, baby, come to Auntie!

Everyone knows Auntie
has the best treats!

-(dog whines)
-Come on!

That is totally cheating.

Besides, everyone knows that
Buttercup is a jerky man.

Ain't that right, boy?
Come here.

Somebody please turn
the lights off.

Also you guys are totally
embarrassing yourselves.

JUDD: TK's right.
A good dog don't need no bribe.

They just need to come up
and feel who the alpha is.

Buttercup, up!

That's what I'm talking about.

-You see that?
-Oh, man!

You're breaking
Auntie's heart.

-(dog whines)
-Hey!

What?
Hey.

Get down.
Get down, boy.

Down!
Get down, boy!

(dog whines)

Man, you're being a dick
to a cancer dog?

That is not a good look, bro.

- What is your deal?
Why do you hate him so much?

I don't hate him, okay?

♪ ♪

(dog whines, barks)

I think he's cynophobic.

It's fear of dogs,

usually stemming from
a childhood incident or trauma.

Cesar did an episode about it.
(sighs)

(chuckles)

You don't quit, do you?

I told ya.

You're his favorite.

(sighs)

Hey,
you can fool everybody else,

but you can't fool me.

I know you love that dog.

-No, I don't.
-Yeah, you do.

You've loved every dog
you've met since you were two.

Yeah, and you still bought him
in here.

This stupid brown-eyed,
slobbering thing...

You knew I was going
to fall in love with it,

and you knew that it was sick,
and it's gonna die,

and I won't be able
to take that.

I can't fall in love with
one more thing

that I know I'm gonna lose,
Dad.

♪ Someday ♪

I can't do it.

You can't make me fall in love
with this stupid dog.

I won't.

Yeah, I think this is about
more than the dog.

Of course it's more
than about the damn dog!

-You haven't lost me yet, son.
-Yeah, but I could.

Yes, you could.
You could.

To cancer, on a call.

-I could be hit by a truck.
-(sniffles)

There's no guarantees,
not for anybody.

This dog isn't a symbol
of my death.

It's an affirmation
of my life.

It's okay to love him,

even though you might
lose him.

♪ Someday I'll forget
about...♪ Here.

Why don't you hook
a brother up?

You know I'm never gonna
forgive you for this, right?

That's fine.

♪ Tonight ♪

Come on.
Hi.

♪ Tonight ♪

I love you too.

You're a good boy.

(upbeat music)

♪ ♪

Damn it, Amy.

I gotta wake you up
to show me

where you moved the knives to?

♪ ♪

All right, fine.

♪ ♪

(rattling, thudding)

(suspenseful music)

♪ ♪

(clattering)

(whispers)
Amy?

♪ ♪

Come on.

♪ ♪

(panting)

(line ringing)

Okay, sir.
Tell me your name.

Bruce.

I can hear them outside
the front door.

-(door squeaks open)
-They're--they're inside.

(panting)
What do I do?

What do I do?

Okay, Bruce, my name is Grace.

We're not gonna panic, okay?

What's your address?

Um, it's, um...

(glass cracks)

-Sir?
-Oh, God.

Bruce, talk to me.
What's going on?

Glass.
It's broken glass.

The back door is open.

It looks like someone
came in through there too.

Bruce, I need your address

so I can dispatch police
to your location.

We're, uh, we're at the house.

I can hear them down the hall.

I have to do something.

Bruce,
you need to listen to me.

If there are intruders
in your home,

you should by no means
confront them.

Now, can you get out
of the house?

What?

No, my wife is asleep
in the back room.

-Please send help.
-(computer beeps)

Elliot.

I've got a home invasion.

Adult male claims
two or more intruders,

but he hung up before I could
get the address out of him.

-You tried calling him back?
-No.

I mean, if he's hiding
on the premises,

then I don't want to alert
the intruders to his location.

I'd be nice if we knew
his location though.

Well, he was calling
from a cell phone.

If you authorized the request,

we could get the billing
information from the carrier.

They'll give us what we need.

-I'll see what I can do.
-Thanks.

Ma'am, just stay calm.

Ma'am, did you see
if the intruder

has a weapon of any kind?

GRACE:
You got a home invasion too?

What is going on tonight?

GRACE: 3-6-3-H-20.
Come in.

CARLOS:
This is Officer Reyes.

Officer, how close are you
to 7th and Channel?

Close.

Okay, we got a possible 10-62,

home invasion on 843 Channel.

Homeowner is Bruce Ackerman,
46.

Proceed with caution.
-CARLOS: 10-4.

♪ ♪

Did you find him?

Dispatch, negative on 10-62
at this location.

The caller, Bruce Ackerman,
was reported missing

by his wife at 3:00
this afternoon.

-Missing?
-Subject of a Silver Alert.

Mr. Ackerman suffers
from early onset dementia.

Wife says sometimes
he wanders off,

though he's never
been gone this long before.

He sounded confused
and disoriented.

He thought he was calling
from his home.

Ma'am, stay calm.
Police are 12 minutes out.

Officer Reyes,
is Mrs. Ackerman with you?

CARLOS: She is.

Okay, ask her
if 1940 Birchwood Avenue

means anything to her.

CARLOS: 10-4.

Thank you.

She says it's the address
of their first home.

They haven't lived there
in 15 years.

That's my caller.

This caller is
a 65-year-old female.

- No, not her.
Who she's calling about.

-Zach, who has the gun?
-My caller's husband.

They came home with their
grandson about 30 minutes ago.

They heard some noise so they
locked themselves in a bedroom.

The intruder's attempting
to gain entry.

The police are ten out.

Okay, we need to dispatch fire
and medical to that location

in case things so south.

Zach, I'm gonna patch in, okay?

Caller is
is Marilyn Crump, 65.

Okay.

Mrs. Crump?

My name is Grace.
I'm a dispatcher with 9-1-1.

Where's the man
I was just talking to?

Why aren't the police here?

GRACE:
They're on their way, ma'am.

I'm giving you a fair warning!

I am armed and I will shoot
if you come in here!

GRACE:
I need you to listen to me.

We have reason to believe
the man in your home

is just confused.

-(knocking on door)
-What? What, he's crazy.

Well, he's ill.
He's suffering from dementia.

He used to live in that house,
and he thinks he still does.

I'm gonna try and contact him

while we wait
for the police, okay?

-(knock on door)
-BRUCE: Amy!

Amy?
Amy, are you okay?

Amy, answer me!

(cell phone rings)
Amy!

(cell phone rings)

Hello?

Bruce.

Bruce, this is Grace,

the 9-1-1 operator
you were speaking to earlier.

Do you remember?

Yeah, you were gonna send
the police.

-Where are they?
-GRACE: They're on their way.

Bruce, I need you to step away
from the bedroom door.

Can you do that for me?

No, my wife's in there.
Amy!

GRACE: No, she's not, Bruce.

We just spoke to Amy, okay?
And she's fine.

But she's very worried
about you.

Where is she?

We spoke to her at your home,

I am home.

No, Bruce.
You're not.

That's not your home,
not anymore.

It used to be a long time ago.

Somebody broke in,
the back door was open.

I think maybe it was you
who broke in, Bruce.

Could that be?

I couldn't--
I couldn't find my key.

That's right.
That's right.

Because that's not
your home anymore, is it?

You wouldn't have the key.

(faint whimpering)

Oh, God.
What have I done?

You made a mistake, Bruce.
That's all.

But we're gonna fix it for you.

I have some things
I need you to do for me, okay?

Are you still holding
that knife in your hand?

Uh...

I needed protection.

Of course you did,
and that's okay.

But the police are
on their way,

and I do not want them to get
the wrong idea, Bruce.

So I need you to take that
knife and lay it on the floor.

Can you do that for me?

Yeah.
Yeah.

(sobs)

I did it.
GRACE: Okay, good.

Now I need you to go outside,
through the front door.

Walk towards the street
with your hands raised

so the officers can see them
as they pull up.

-(faint whimpering)
-I'm so sorry.

I know you are, Bruce.

Everything is gonna be okay,
though.

I promise you that.

♪ ♪

(siren wails)

♪ ♪

(somber music)

♪ ♪

-I got lost, Amy.
-I know, but we found you.

We found you.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

♪ ♪

They got him.

(chuckles)
Amazing Grace.

That's you.

(sighs)

Ma'am, can you tell me
is he breathing?

MARILYN: No, I don't think so.
He just collapsed!

Okay, Fire and Rescue
have already

been dispatched to you,
ma'am.

They'll be on-site
at any minute.

Now do you know CPR?

MARILYN: Yes.
Yes, I did.

All right, we're gonna
start compressions, okay?

(pants)

(siren wails)

(suspenseful music)

♪ ♪

Possible cardiac event.

DISPATCH: I'm being told
bedroom, southwest corner.

Copy.

♪ ♪

Austin Fire and Rescue.

MARILYN: Please help!
He's not breathing!

♪ ♪

(gunshot)

-Is that a gunshot?
-TK! TK!

(somber music)

♪ ♪

The whole team is here.

(sighs)
I tried to get them to go home,

but Marjan's out there getting
them all hyped on caffeine,

so I don't think
they're going anywhere.

I talked to your mom.
That was a fun conversation.

She went into full lawyer mode.

She practically deposed
the doctor,

asked him
a million medical questions.

The good news is he told her

they were able
to reinflate your lung,

but, um, we won't know
about any brain issues

until you wake up.

But I told her not to worry,
that her...

beautiful, strong,

resilient kid will be
on his feet in no time.

TK.

If you can hear me, I want you
to squeeze my hand, okay?

♪ ♪

Come back to me, son.

♪ ♪

Officer Reyes.

♪ ♪

Would you like some time
with him?

I don't want to impose.

No, I think, uh...

I think he'd appreciate it.

I know I would.

MICHELLE: It's been awhile
since I've done this.

I'm not really

sure
if I remember what to do.

I could really use
some peace tonight.

Hey, I'm not interrupting,
am I?

No, not at all.





-Are you okay?
-Am I?

Yeah, Your team told me
that you had some

not-so-good news
yourself today.

I'm really sorry about
your sister Michelle.

You're here checking on me?

Well, yeah.
(chuckles)

You're a good man,
Owen Strand.

You saved my son's life.

Any hope he has of ever...

♪ ♪

It's because of you.

That boy is a survivor,
like his dad.

♪ ♪

Thank you.
Thank you.

♪ ♪

(cell phone vibrates)

Um...

It's the group
I volunteer for.

I think they'll be fine if you
let this one go to voicemail.

I won't ever ignore a call from
someone who needs me again.





(cheers and applause)

Michelle, you ready?

-I think so.
-All righty.

GUS:
Next up, first time,

here at the Bluebonnet.

Miss Michelle
"Blue Eyes" Blake.

(cheers and applause)

Ladies, come and help us out.

♪ ♪

Hi.

(acoustic guitar plays)

♪ ♪

♪ Just like the sun over
the mountain tops ♪

♪ You know
I'll always come again ♪

♪ You know I love to spend ♪

♪ My morning times ♪

♪ Like sunlight dancing
on your skin ♪

♪ I never gone so wrong ♪

♪ As for telling lies
to you ♪

♪ What you've seen is
what I've been ♪

♪ There is nothing
I could hide from you ♪

♪ You see me better
than I can ♪

♪ I only hope
that you can hold me now ♪

♪ Till I can gain control
again ♪

♪ ♪