9-1-1 (2018) s04e04 Episode Script

Whoops!
How much longer on them burgers?
Just give me five more
minutes. They're almost there.
- Come back over here!
- Hey!
Get off my property, you guys.
Hey!
- Ooh!
- That's it!
- Run!
- That's it!
- Is anyone injured?
- No, not yet.
- Can you describe the suspects?
- I don't know.
Boys. Maybe six or seven years old.
And they have guns?
Yes! They have those
giant water cannon things.
- They almost took my eye out.
- I'm sorry.
But are you reporting
an actual emergency?
Of course it's an emergency!
It's almost something with these people!
If it's not water guns,
it's water balloons
or roller skates or tricycles
and too many damn barbecues!
Just one big damned unlawful assembly.
If you would like to
make a noise complaint,
- you should call
- I'm calling you.
And now, I'd like to
speak to your supervisor.
Ma'am, it's a misdemeanor
under California penal
code, section 148.3,
for a person to use the 9-1-1 system
for a purpose other than
reporting an actual emergency.
Are you kidding me?
I'm the criminal now?
Okay, fine, if you people
aren't gonna handle it,
I will take care of it myself.
- Ma'am
- Hey!
How'd you get in here?
Get outta here!
- May
- No dispatching units now.
Possible assault in progress.
Ma'am?
Ma'am, are you there?
What just happened?
Gunshot wound to the chest.
She was already dead when we got here.
Don't think you're gonna
be needing those med kits.
Yeah, Crime Scene unit's on the way.
We just need to get a medical
confirmation that she's dead.
On it.
Excuse me.
Uh, did you just say "excuse me"?
Chimney's being weird.
How can you tell?
Ooh, ooh, hey, whoever killed
her kicked that gate in good.
Saw a clean footprint on it.
Well, that foot would be mine.
The gate was latched
shut from the inside.
Front door was locked too.
If everything was
locked when you got here,
how'd the murderer get in or out?
It's a locked-room mystery.
A locked-yard mystery.
What do you think?
Home invasion gone bad? Murder for hire.
Was she married? 'Cause you know.
The husband is usually the culprit.
Are we making a true crime podcast?
Calling it definitely
some signs of struggle.
Looks like a fresh manicure, too.
Guessing that the broken nail
would have bugged her
less than the bullet hole.
You got an ID for the paperwork?
Yeah, the victim's
name is Delia Narwood.
She's the owner and sole
occupant of the property.
And a apparent fan
of tiny garden statuary.
How you doin', Rick?
Nice to see ya, Bobby.
Hey, you know, none of
this mail's addressed
to Delia Narwood it's not
even the right house number.
So she was stealing people's mail.
Maybe she saw something
she wasn't supposed to
and it got her killed.
Okay, Cagney and Lacey.
I think your work here
- is done.
- All right.
Let's saddle up.
So she was on the phone with 9-1-1,
not about an intruder,
when she was shot.
- What are the odds?
- Well
Ms. Narwood treated 9-1-1 like her own
personal grievance hotline.
I say the odds of her
dying with them on the line
were above average.
How many calls from this address?
13. In the last six months.
- 13?
- Yeah.
I wonder which one got her killed.
So, uh, you goin' over to Buck's?
Yeah. I need to tell him
that our parents are coming to visit.
That's the thing you need to tell him?
Not that other thing that you told me
that I'm not allowed to talk about?
And yet, here you
are talking about it.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I guess I haven't had
29 years of practice
- at lying to Buck.
- You know that
I didn't have a choice in that.
- I promised my parents.
- When you were nine!
A promise they had no right
to ask you to make, by the way.
You don't owe them anything.
You could tell him the truth!
All I need to tell
him is that our parents
are coming to LA.
How do you think he's gonna take it?
You invited Mom and Dad to visit?
Yes.
And you're just telling me now.
Well, you know, you were in Texas,
and I wasn't completely
sure they were coming.
You're just telling me
now that they have crossed
the California state line,
and it's too late for
me to talk you out of it.
Though I'm still not
sure who talked you into it.
No one.
I guess I just
want my little girl to
have a normal family.
You know, uncles and grandparents
that she might actually know.
Well, then maybe you shoulda gotten
knocked up by a guy
who has one of those.
Well, that is not funny.
Maybe
maybe this'll be a good thing, you know?
You could talk to Mom and Dad,
tell them how you've been feeling.
Could be good for your therapy, right?
Or cause me to need more of it.
I think I'm willing to try.
And
maybe Mom and Dad are too.
Fine.
But we're a team, okay?
A-a united front.
You are not allowed to
leave me alone with them.
I won't, I promise.
And don't worry. Chimney's
gonna be there too.
And Albert.
Albert's coming?
Okay, so why must I be there?
Because.
I have to meet Maddie's
family. You're my family.
Ergo, you have to meet Maddie's family.
- Is this a punishment?
- Yes!
Now, shut up and dribble.
You know, Buck was right.
You are being weird.
He thinks you're hiding something.
Because I am!
Maddie told me a secret,
a really terrible,
life-altering Buckley family secret
that Buck can never know about.
- She told you?
- I know, right?
What the hell was she thinking?
Everybody knows I can't keep a secret!
Except this time, I really have to.
I can't tell anyone.
Except you.
- Oh no.
- What do you mean, no?
I can't tell Hen or Bobby about it.
- We all work with Buck.
- Yeah, and I live with Buck.
But you're my brother.
You have to listen.
All right
Hey!
Coward!
Where's Buck? Is he joining us?
On the phone with Dr. Copeland.
Emergency therapy session.
- Again?
- Yeah.
He had to ask her for
advice on some, uh,
- de-escalation techniques.
- What, is he afraid
his parents' visit is gonna
turn into a hostage situation?
What?
What do you think they're like?
The parents, I mean.
I mean, I look at Maddie
and then I look at Buck, and I'm like
"There's a story there."
You have no idea.
None of us has any idea.
Just too bad, 'cause you know
if we all knew, we could
talk about what we know,
and then we'd all know it.
No one would be stuck keeping
anything to themselves,
alone, with no one to talk to
about some potentially
explosive information
they really wish they didn't know.
I gotta go.
Do we even wanna know
what that was about?
No.
- Definitely not.
- Kay.
It seemed like such
a silly call at first,
a complaint about some kids,
- and then someone shot her.
- What?
This woman died while you
were on the phone with her?
Yeah. I mean, Josh was on the call, too,
and he said I did
everything right, but
all I keep thinking is,
"What if I'd sent police sooner?"
Dad, don't
Hey, you know, am I allowed to be
a little bit concerned
that my daughter just
heard her first homicide?
No.
- No?
- No!
Look, I can't have you and
Mom mad at me about this.
You promised me you'd be supportive,
so Dad up.
Okay. Okay.
Dadding up.
Josh was on the call with you, right?
Okay, so he could have jumped in
if you missed something.
Yes, and Josh said that too.
I just don't know how
to shake off the feeling
that there was something else
that I could've done, you know?
Oh, baby, your life is just moving
beyond my level of experience.
I mean, you were never
a first responder,
but you were married to one.
Mom must have talked
to you about this stuff.
Not really.
She never brought that kinda stuff home.
She always said she left her job behind
when she took off the
uniform at the end of the day.
All I have is a polo.
Listen.
Baby, I don't know what to tell you
except maybe ask your mother.
You get the files I sent you?
Took me a while to get through 'em all.
How many lawsuits can one woman
file against her neighbors
Complaints to the building department,
zoning board, and for some reason,
the Department of Waste Management?
Come on, Athena, everybody
knows you're supposed to
bring your trash cans
in before 8:00 p.m.
Yeah. I see she also filed
some police reports too.
Yeah. Delia Narwood was waging war
against the entire cul-de-sac.
Let's go find out who
decided to return fire.
She said we were running
an unlicensed business
out of our home.
All sidewalk vendors
require business, tax,
and health permits.
Do ya have those permits?
She traumatized my daughter
over a lemonade stand?
What kind of person does that?
I think she was just deeply unhappy.
You know the type they're miserable,
and they want everyone
else to be miserable too.
We won her over in the end, though
with baked goods.
Zucchini bread.
Baking has become Rita's new obsession.
Every time I turn around,
she's covered in flour.
Well, we're just home so much
more than I thought we'd be,
I figured I needed a hobby.
The sourdough super challenging.
Because the starter, it's really hard
- to feed and keep alive
- So..
- The day of the block party.
- Yes.
Such a lovely gathering.
I mean, up until the
- murder.
- That was Delia.
Never missed an opportunity
to ruin things for everyone else.
It's no wonder so many
people wished her ill.
Yeah, she totally had it comin'.
Joe, they're here
investigating a murder.
- Maybe you shouldn't
- Well, they know
we didn't kill her.
You do know that, right?
We saw the police report you filed.
We know what she did.
Archie!
Please tell me you didn't
get into her yard again.
Oh, my God, Archie!
Oh, my God!
What's wrong?
Archie!
She poisoned him.
If we hadn't got him to
the vet when we did
Who does that to a dog?
And you had words with her afterwards?
I said I hoped she'd burn in Hell.
And look wishes come true.
So we've got someone who steals mail,
terrorizes small children,
and poisons adorable dogs,
and that's our victim.
Meanwhile, all of our
suspects have alibis
Each other.
Murder on the Orient Express.
Maybe they all did it.
I got wine red, white,
sparkling, in case you wanna
do any celebratory toasts,
and tequila.
Not sure why we needed two bottles.
Those are for me.
You're wearing jeans.
Well, I was told I was
not allowed to wear jeans.
You stop whining. Pre-heat the oven.
- 350.
- Whoa!
- We're baking stuff?
- Baked brie.
- Fig jam.
- When did you start liking fig?
Hey.
And I think we're ready.
- Dad!
- Maddie.
Mom! You guys did not
have to bring presents.
We're grandparents now.
Spoiling comes with the job.
Mr. and Mrs. Buckley,
hi, I'm Howard Han.
It's nice to finally meet you both.
- Hi, Howard.
- Please
let me get these for you.
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
- Hey.
- Evan.
- You look good.
- Ah, so do you.
Uh, this is my brother Albert.
And Buck's roommate.
It's a pleasure to meet you both.
Buck. You're still letting
people call you that.
- It's just a nickname, Mom.
- Ugh.
Oh, you guys don't like nicknames?
But Maddie
Is the name on my birth certificate.
Would anyone like a drink?
We have many options.
I believe I'll start with tequila.
So Howard, do
people call you Howard?
Yes. Yes, they do.
Please, this way.
Mrs. Buckley.
We got this.
United front.
I'm glad you guys had a nice drive.
We saw a lot of the country.
The first few days, there
was nothing but rain,
then we got here, blue
skies and sunshine.
Yeah, we had a lotta
rain earlier in the year,
but, uh, lately, it's been dry.
Hmm.
I-I can't believe you drove
all the way across the country
in an RV that sounds exciting.
Statistically speaking,
it seemed the safest
way to travel right now.
Yeah. We didn't wanna take any chances,
given Maddie's condition
and it being a high-risk pregnancy.
Well, no, it's not really high-risk
Oh, she's over 35.
That puts her at a higher risk,
so we all need to be extra careful.
- The baby's fine, Mom.
- But you don't wanna
take any chances.
Not when you've waited this long.
- Wow.
- Uh, she was just waiting
for the right time.
The right guy.
- God knows it wasn't Doug.
- Okay.
Let's not talk about him.
Of course, I'm sorry. I'm just
I'm so happy
to see you happy.
Now, Evan, Maddie tells us
that you've been seeing a therapist?
She did?
I'm gonna get some water.
Anything we should be
worried about there?
No. Ha ha, no. Of course not.
It's that's the job, you
know? It can be stressful.
It's it's good to
try and get ahead of it.
You know, your father and
I went to see a therapist.
Uh, really? When?
Well, after all this
business with Maddie
and the husband who shall not be named,
we felt like there were some things
we needed to work through.
So you you went and
talked to a therapist
about my problems?
It wasn't as if you wanted to
talk to us about them.
Buck had to call to tell
us that Doug was dead.
Well, I didn't want you
to find out on Dateline.
You know what, I'm gonna start
bringing this stuff into the kitchen.
Would anybody like a
refill while I'm in there?
I'll help.
Yeah, uh
me me too.
Evan seems good.
After you called, I was expecting
I don't know what.
But he seems fine.
Yeah, I think he's better
at that than we think.
Seeming fine.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Got a call about our
crime scene this morning.
A uni was driving by and noticed
someone had broken the
seal on the front door.
Someone broke into Delia's house?
Mm-hmm. Ransacked the place.
Well, why do you look so happy about it?
'Cause when I went over
to see what was missing
I found this.
Hmm. Some kinda white powder?
Uh-huh. Smelled like flour.
With a hint of sourdough.
Baking has become Rita's new obsession.
Zucchini bread.
Whatever Rita the baker was looking for
has gotta be in one of these boxes.
The techs took everything
outta that house
- that wasn't nailed down.
- Hmm. Crowder.
- What?
- I have an open envelope here
addressed to Jeanine R. Crowder.
I don't remember talking to
anyone with that last name.
Do you?
No. What was the house number?
That's, um
- Rita Ambrose.
- Nope.
Jeanine Crowder.
Wanted for larceny,
fraud, identity theft,
and bigamy.
Rita is not Rita.
And Delia didn't just know that.
She had the evidence to prove it.
Evidence that Rita
didn't want us to find.
- Rita!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
My wife is not a murderer!
Sorry to have to be
the bearer of bad news,
but she is also not your wife.
She's under arrest for bigamy.
- You know about Marshall?
- We thought
your other husband's name was Jerome.
Oh. Damn it, now you know about him too.
- Rita!
- Honey.
I can explain everything.
- Found the gun in the kitchen.
- Okay.
That one might be a
little harder to explain.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Didn't expect you home so early.
Thought you were at some pool party.
Yeah. Didn't feel like staying.
Is Mom home?
No, she's at work tonight.
Is everything okay?
I took that call the other day.
The lady who got shot
and fell into her pool?
Mm, yeah, pool party maybe not the thing
to take your mind off your job.
I get that I need to
learn how to let go,
you know, take off the uniform
and leave the job behind.
Well, that is certainly
how your mother does it.
I-I've never been able to
compartmentalize that much.
Okay, well, how do you do it?
I mean, you've been a first responder
a really, really long time, so
I mean, not that you're
Yes, it's true.
I have been doing this job
longer than you've been alive.
But no, I didn't always know
how to deal with the stresses
that come with it. For a long time,
my coping mechanism was a
mix of vodka and Percocet.
Which I do not recommend.
Copy that.
May, it's natural
to go over the losses in your head,
to think about all the things
you could have done differently
knowing now what you didn't know then.
I keep trying to figure out
what I could have done better,
how I could have saved her.
You couldn't.
You're gonna lose people,
and it is never gonna feel okay.
But that doesn't mean it's your fault.
It just means that you care.
And there is nothing wrong with that.
Big day. You ready?
Uh, yeah, I guess. Why is it a big day?
Oh, no. Here.
This is you.
That's not the training desk.
Congratulations, graduate.
Today you fly solo.
But
- the shooting call
- You did everything right.
So trust your instincts. Trust yourself.
9-1-1. What's your emergency?
I'm trying to find my gas line.
No, sir, I think you
meant to call 8-1-1.
They'll tell if there's
any utility lines
buried in your backyard.
Some meter maid gave me a ticket.
Was your meter expired?
I'm telling you, my freaking roommate
stole all of my drugs.
I really don't think you
thought this call through.
But he's
9-1-1. What's your emergency?
Hey, this is Stan. You sound nice.
So maybe you can help me.
Do you know why do people lie?
Like, they say they
care, but they don't.
I-I don't.
Someone needs to teach 'em a lesson.
I'm gonna teach 'em a lesson.
I'm gonna blow their
lying heads right off.
You you sound upset, Stan.
- But maybe I can help.
- You are nice,
but you can't help.
I just wanted to make
sure everybody understood.
This wasn't an accident.
I knew what I was doin'.
And they all deserved it.
Deserved what?
Oh, sorry. I buried the lede.
My name is Stanley Whitworth,
and I just planted a bomb.
They found the guy's
house. No sign of him.
They went to his job,
and it turns out he
was fired last month.
- Did they find the bomb?
- No. The place was clear.
I guess maybe it was just
some kind of revenge prank.
Didn't sound like a prank to me.
I think maybe we have the wrong job.
I was looking at his social media.
You should not be doing that.
This isn't the first
time he's lost a job.
Probably half a dozen of
them in the last two years.
What was the first job he lost?
Clearing the building now,
but we need to shut off gas
and power as a precaution.
Eddie, you're on
electrical Buck, I want you
to go up the street, shut
the gas off at the main.
Copy that.
I mean, I know Stan was
angry, but it's Stan!
He was with us for almost 20 years
- until the accident.
- He was injured on the job.
Blamed the company for cutting corners.
Filed a grievance over it.
The company said it was his mistake.
So when they fired him, he
lost his health and pension.
Court threw out his claim on Friday.
He must have snapped.
- What'd he do for the company?
- He was in charge of demolition
- on our job sites.
- He'd blow things up for you.
Yes.
BP's elevated. It's
probably just the stress.
But I'll keep an eye on
her until we can transport.
Cap, power's out, but I just got word
that a janitor might
have had an asthma attack
and collapsed in one of the stairwells.
Copy that. Sending Chimney your way.
Captain Nash, you're the I.C.?
Yeah. Building is almost clear.
No sign of any explosives yet.
Hey, you find asthma guy yet?
Ah, I checked the main stairwell.
No signs of anyone.
All right, maybe the garage underneath.
I'll check it out, clear
the rest of the lobby,
make sure nobody's in the elevators.
- All right, copy.
- All right.
Anybody down here?
Sir. Sir. We need to get you outta here.
Somebody said you were having
trouble with your asthma.
I'm a paramedic. Got some basics here.
If not, we can get you to
the ambulance where I can
help you.
No one can help me now.
All right, Chimney, Eddie,
Bomb Squad is ready to go in.
You guys clear?
Chimney, you copy?
Chimney, come in.
I blow this mezzanine goes.
Then the whole building.
I'm gonna take your word for it.
Chimney, come in!
I understand you're an
expert on this kinda thing.
The best. Had to disguise myself
as the frickin' help
just to get in here.
After I gave 'em two
decades of my life
- Chimney, you copy?
- They kicked me to the curb.
And now I'm gonna make
'em a pile of rubble
on that same curb.
Hey, Chim!
Chim, hey.
You didn't hear? Squad's moving in.
- We'll be out in a minute.
- Come on, we can carry him
No, don't, it's okay. Just
It's all right.
Just make sure everybody
else clears out.
Got it.
I'll let the Cap know.
- Wait, wait, wait!
- Where's your other guy?
He's in there with the bomber.
We all gotta die of something, right?
Looks like you've already
picked your preferred method.
Hey, so, uh,
so this respiratory distress asthma?
Or is that why you filed your grievance?
I was born with it.
The accident's how they got rid of me.
They call themselves
a family company, but
that's a buncha crap.
Hey, look, it's getting worse, okay?
- I can just
- No, no.
It's over.
The world's gotta know the truth.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
I get it.
You're like a ticking time bomb.
If you don't get the truth
out, you're just gonna burst.
You don't know nothin' about it.
Wanna bet?
In fact, you got a minute?
I need to get my men in there
and get a bead on this guy.
Not until we find out
what's happened with my guy.
- Did you see anything?
- The guy was breathing hard.
I don't think he was faking that.
Yeah, definitely had something
in his hand, probably a bomb,
or at least a detonator on him.
Why wouldn't Han just run?
I don't know.
He doesn't know?
- He has no idea.
- No. They kept it from him.
His entire life.
The sister too?
Wow.
And then she goes and tells me.
What'd you even say?
What was I supposed to say, huh?
Hey, is that a dead man's trigger or?
I just figured he wanted me outta there.
A plunger means he controls
it. A dead man's trigger
- is designed so that
- I'm familiar, Buck.
Okay. My guys got a partial
visual with infrared.
He said they're just sitting there.
- Might be talking.
- Talking him down.
Could be just buying us some time.
What do you think they're talking about?
He never asked about it?
Never suspected a thing?
No. He was just a little kid. I mean,
there's a big age gap between
him and his sister, so
Ha. You sure you wanna
be part of this family?
Well
Maddie's pretty great.
I'm really looking
forward to being a dad.
If I can just make
it through this visit.
Hell, if I can just make
it through dinner with them.
Wait, wait, wait.
Another family gathering?
Whew. Wow.
That is
Very explosive. Yes, very.
Copy that.
Company searched their job site.
Discovered 6 pounds of C4 missing.
Well, he knew exactly where to find it.
Maybe Chimney needs
to stop talking to him.
Could set him off.
Sorry. Uh, bad choice of words.
You gotta tell him. He deserves to know.
I feel terrible about it.
And I have been dying to tell somebody!
I'm happy
I can help you get it off your chest.
Thanks, Stan.
Hey, listen, it sounds like
your chest ain't doing so well.
Just one hit.
It's not a trick.
It'll help you.
Just albuterol.
We all got problems, Stan.
Yours don't give you the right
to blow up innocent people.
Or me.
All clear, all clear. We're comin' out.
Thanks for listening to me, Stan.
Is that Hey, are you Buck?
Please sit back. That's it.
Uh, yeah, that's me.
- Ha ha. So it's true.
- What's true?
Okay, that O2 must really be kickin' in.
- In ya go, Stanley!
- You're not lyin'.
- Not lying about what?
- Nothin' gotta go!
Nice to meet you, Buck.
It's about Buck.
What?
The thing you know.
The thing that's been
killing you for the last few days.
It's about Buck.
I'm sorry. I would
love nothing more than
to unburden myself to you
right now, but I made a promise.
Are you mad?
I'm impressed.
You're growing as a human
right before my eyes.
Think it's ever okay to keep a secret
from someone you care about?
It depends on what the secret is
and why you're keeping it.
They all think they're protecting him.
Like lying to him means
the truth can't hurt him.
But you think they're wrong?
I think there's a reason
why he feels alone.
He is. He's the only one not in on it.
Also, I'm not in on it. For the record.
Whatever "it" is
you keep that to yourself.
Yes, I was married to three men at once,
and yes, I ransacked Delia's house.
But I didn't kill her.
You sure you wanna talk to me
- without a lawyer present?
- I am a lawyer.
Was. Kansas. It was another life.
Yeah, you've had quite a few of those.
Like a damned cat.
This gun is registered to you.
Or should I say to
Conchita Terrano?
Also known as you.
I said I didn't kill her!
But your gun killed her.
The same gun we found in your pantry.
You see the problem here.
I didn't have the gun when she was shot.
- She had it.
- So how'd she end up
with your gun?
She was stealing my mail
and using it to blackmail me.
We're done, Delia.
I'm not gonna give you any more money.
Melvin's gonna notice soon,
and I cannot let that happen.
But he's not gonna notice the gunshot
when you fire that thing?
Or my blood all over you
when you go home
after you kill me?
Oh
And if you broke my gnome,
I'm gonna sue you for that too.
Go home, Rita.
Stick to what you're good at
Conning stupid men.
So Delia had your gun on
the night she was killed.
How'd you get it back?
Melvin and I were on the porch
when we heard the shot.
- What was that?
- I don't know.
Um I'm gonna call 9-1-1.
- But you didn't call anyone.
- Uh, yeah.
I thought Delia shot
someone with my gun.
I needed to find out.
Delia kept her place locked,
but John and Joe didn't.
I looked over the fence, and
she was dead.
You know the only thing worse
than Delia killing someone with my gun?
Delia getting killed by my gun.
I knew how that would
look. I had to get it back.
Not now, Archie.
Seriously?
Hey, Archie! Archie, Archie.
Go get it. Good boy.
Okay. Oh, God.
That's a hell of a
story, I'll give you that.
You got anything to back it up?
Well, there's the dog toy.
I'll have the officers take you back.
Uh, just a second.
Could you show me your hands, please?
Thank you.
You believe her story?
It might sound crazy, but I kinda do.
Why'd you ask me about her hands?
Ballistics mentioned
that a piece of fingernail
got caught in the gun slide.
Rita had all her fingernails.
But our victim didn't.
Delia was holding the
gun when it was fired.
Think about it. On the
9-1-1 call, she said
Okay, fine! If you people
aren't gonna handle this,
I'll have to do it myself.
So she's had enough.
She wants to put the fear
of God into her neighbors.
She grabs the gun, but before
she can go out into the street,
she's confronted by someone.
- She spins around.
- Hey!
- She's startled.
- Hey! Stop!
She trips over her damn garden gnome.
She loses her balance.
And then the gun goes off.
It's not the craziest
story I ever heard.
It's definitely close.
Okay, so the only thing we don't know
is who she was yelling at.
Everybody else is accounted for.
They were all at the block party.
Not everyone.
Ss, ss, ss, ss.
The dog was in her yard.
That's who she was shouting at.
I gotta put that in my report.
Don't worry, Archie.
Not a jury in the
world is gonna convict.
Well, I'm just glad everybody's okay.
You all seem to have
very dangerous jobs.
Not really. I mean, most of the time,
it's pretty run of the mill.
Yeah. And Stan wasn't a bad guy.
He just needed someone to see him.
To understand how much pain he was in.
He probably wasn't
gonna blow the place up.
Still seems very risky.
I mean, from what I hear, Evan has spent
quite a lot of time in hospitals.
From what you hear?
'Cause you coulda come.
Seen for yourself.
Evan, I've told you
You, uh, you're not good with hospitals.
I got it.
I'm not good seeing my children in them.
- You don't know!
- Mom, Mom.
I'm fine.
I'm ready for dessert.
Oh, Howard, where'd you
put that box we brought?
- Dad, more gifts?
- Not exactly.
It's over by the couch. Let me grab it.
I like him, Maddie.
Me too.
You picked a good one this time.
- Mom
- What?
It was a compliment, Evan.
- Oh, was it?
- Ugh!
Your baby box.
I thought you might wanna pass on
some of these things to
your little girl someday.
Aw!
Oh, this is cool.
I-I didn't know you made these for us.
When do I get mine?
Hey, you're not even a grown up yet.
They're probably still
adding stuff to it.
I can't believe you kept all this.
You thought we'd throw it away?
We may not have agreed
with all the choices you made, Maddie,
but we never gave up hope
that you'd come to your senses.
And you did.
You never gave up hope?
Evan, let's not do this.
United front, remember?
You guys didn't even go to her wedding.
Oh.
She was making a terrible mistake.
- We told her that.
- Yeah, people make mistakes.
Doesn't mean you give up on 'em.
But you did.
She married Doug, and you cut her off.
At the time,
we thought it was for the best.
We didn't know what was going on.
I swear, Maddie.
We didn't know he was hurting you.
Well, you should have.
You shoulda known!
You shoulda known!
You were right there in the same town.
How could you not know?
Actually, you know what?
Maybe it does track,
'cause you barely knew what
was going on with your own kids
when we were under the same roof.
Maybe you never gave up hope
You sure as hell gave up on her.
You gave up on both of us.
Oh, and, uh, and you wanna
know why I'm really in therapy?
It is because I have
spent my entire life
feeling like a constant disappointment.
And you wanna talk about our jobs?
You think my job is dangerous?
I have walked through fire
every single day of
my life because of you.
That is why I am in therapy.
Because nothing I ever did
- was good enough!
- We tried.
- But you always
- You never made it easy on us.
Either one of you.
We were supposed to? We were kids.
Evan, I don't know what
you expected us to do!
Love me anyway.
I can't.
Oh
Boom.
Tell Mom and Dad how you feel!
It'll be a fresh start! Ah!
Two dinners.
That's all it took, two dinners,
and I am 12 years old again,
trapped between my
sister and my parents.
And now planning my awkward apology.
What do you have to apologize for?
Did you say anything that wasn't true?
- No, but
- Well, look.
Maybe you could've come
at it a little differently,
but if that's how you feel,
how they made you feel,
you have every right to say so.
Yeah, I don't need any more therapy.
Tuh! Tuh!
I just wanna hit things.
I've been down that road.
I don't recommend it.
Maddie again?
Yeah.
She's worried about me.
Ah!
Can't imagine why.
Heading out, Sergeant Grant?
Uh, yeah. Been a long couple of days.
Oh, by the way. Congratulations.
We apprehended a corgi, Williams.
I'm not sure anyone's
getting a medal for that one.
A dog? What? I was talking
about your daughter.
She saved a lotta people yesterday.
You must be proud.
Yeah. I am.
May?
Hey, Mom, what's up?
Can you come down here?
I wanna talk to you.
- Surprise!
- Surprise!
- Whoa!
- Congratulations!
What-what is this?
A little birdie told me
that you finished your training.
Congratulations, baby. I'm proud of you.
You saved like 100 people.
37, but yes, big save.
Now, we didn't have time to
order you something custom,
- so we got you some cupcakes.
- Oh, my gosh!
- Thank you!
- Well, don't look at me.
No, Bobby was not the one
that told me about your big call.
- Mom
- I wish
you would've told me yourself.
I mean, you know I'm here
whenever you need me, right?
Yes, I do. I just
I needed to find my way
without you.
And you did.
I'm proud of you.
Me too.
Are you okay?
Embarrassed, mostly,
about the way I went off on Mom and Dad.
You don't have to defend me.
I can take care of myself.
Well, you shouldn't have to.
Not from your own parents.
But I'm sorry.
I know you're trying
to fix things with them.
Not just for me. For you too.
You shouldn't have to carry
the weight of their mistakes.
- You deserve better than that.
- Yeah, well
And you have never
you've never been a disappointment.
You know, I-I gotta say, uh
This was a surprise.
Never knew Mom and Dad
were so sentimental.
Yeah, they used to be different.
Different how?
Happier.
I mean, maybe they weren't.
You take things on differently as a kid.
Ho ho ho, hey! There's a handsome devil.
- That's not supposed to be in
- Oh!
No pictures of me
allowed in your baby box.
Selfish! Ha.
This doesn't look like our house.
When-when was this taken?
1988?
That can't be right.
I wasn't even born yet.
Maddie.
Maddie, who who is this?
That's Daniel.
He died.
He was our brother.