-(sirens wailing) -(horn blaring)
Whew. Damn, that thing's cookin'.
Yeah. EV cars, man. Batteries burn extra hot.
Yeah, we're gonna need all the water we can get.
Looks like the high-voltage cells underneath
are already fully compromised.
Y'all get that one-and-a-half hooked up.
-PAUL STRICKLAND: Copy that. -This was not my fault.
-JUDD RYDER: You the pick-up? -I'm sure I had the green light.
He just came flying through the intersection.
Okay. Captain Vega and her team, they're gonna take care of you.
Alright. Why don't you walk to the ambulance with us,
take a look?
JUDD: Marwani, Strickland.
Start to tamp them flames down so we can get the driver out.
Hey, there's no driver. He just walked off.
There's a passenger in the back seat. I tried to get him out.
-I couldn't get close enough. -Hey, scratch that.
No driver, we got a victim in the backseat, so make a path.
Chavez, get in there with hand tools.
-You're gonna pull 'em out. -MATEO CHAVEZ: Copy that.
♪ ♪
Alright, kill 'em.
Chavez, you're up.
(Mateo gasps)
PAUL: Damn. It's like one of those trick birthday candles.
Hey, get them hoses back on there!
And keep 'em there!
Alright, Chavez, get him out.
(glass shatters)
MATEO: We're gonna get you out of here, sir.
Alright, he's clear!
PAUL: We got you, buddy. We got you.
(man coughing)
(tense music playing)
TK, vitals.
TK STRAND: He's breathing and his airways are clear,
but he's tachycardic, Cap.
Nancy, get him on O2 and then radio West Park.
-Let 'em know we're on our way. -Copy.
Hey, kill it.
Y'all did good work.
Well, at least the fire's out. (chuckles)
(flames roaring)
You had to say it, didn't ya?
(siren wailing)
-(moans) -TOMMY VEGA: Sir, you with us?
You've been in an accident.
Can you open your eyes for me?
(monitor beeping)
-Concussion? -Pupillary response is fine.
And his lungs don't sound like they have much smoke damage.
As far as I can tell, there-there's no head injury.
-There's no blunt-force trauma. -TK: So what's it mean?
It means he might have been this way before the accident.
-How? -I...
(monitor beeping)
This scar is from a dialysis shunt.
(Tommy sighs)
TK: What is that?
Nancy, radio West Park.
Tell 'em to have their transplant unit on standby.
He needs a transplant?
Judging by these staples, he's already had one.
I'm guessing kidney.
He's unresponsive because he's still under anesthesia from the surgery.
-(groans weakly) -Sir, I need you to stay still.
We're gonna get you back to the hospital.
This time, you're gonna stay there.
(siren wailing)
Where's the trauma team?
The radio nurse just told me to stand by.
They're still waiting for the transplant nephrologist
-to get back from lunch. -Oh, the hell with that.
Nancy, go into the commissary and get that doctor yourself
-if you have to. -NANCY GILLIAN: Copy, Cap.
On my way to ruin lunch.
(rattling)
(suspenseful music playing)
TOMMY: TK? Hey.
TK? Hey.
-(TK groans) -TK, can you hear me?
Oh, he got me good, Cap.
-Yeah. Yeah, I can see that. -(TK groans)
Where is he? (groans)
(sighs)
Gone.
(theme music plays)
Okay, you guys, be honest. Is it noticeable?
(group gasps)
It's that bad, isn't it?
No, it's not.
They literally just gasped, Nancy.
You guys, will you tell him that it's not that bad?
-Oh... -Let me take a little...
Oh, no, no, that's not that bad.
-That's not bad at all. -Yeah.
I mean, yeah, your-your face. It looks, um...
symmetrical.
-(Judd clears throat) -Paul. Come on.
Tell me the truth.
I'm sure it'll go down by the wedding.
It's not the wedding I'm worried about, alright?
Carlos and I are meeting my Uncle Robert tonight for the first time.
Oh, yeah, you definitely wanna get a good concealer then, bro.
-(sighs deeply) -MARJAN MARWANI: Wait.
You're meeting your uncle for the first time tonight?
Well, it's my dad's half-brother.
He met him last year when he went to California.
You gonna be in a room full of Strands.
The odds are, you ain't gonna be the only one with a shiner.
-(laughter) -PAUL: True that.
No, but seriously, though, how does a guy
who looked like a vegetable at the accident scene
just get up and hit you with a right cross?
DETECTIVE BRIAN McGREGOR: Renal failure?
Well, that's my best guess.
I mean, it would account for the sudden violent behavior.
Well, in my experience, sudden violent behavior
can be caused by a lot of things.
Renal failure is not usually at the top of that list.
Detective McGregor, that-that patient
couldn't have been more than three hours
off of the operating table
after having a kidney transplant.
-So? -TOMMY: So...
you are required to be hospitalized
for four to six days.
Whichever hospital released him
is facing criminal negligence charges.
McGREGOR: Well, here's the thing.
No hospital anywhere near that accident site
performed a kidney transplant on a guy
matching John Doe's description.
Are you saying that this...
is an underground operation?
It would appear so.
Then you have a much bigger problem on your hands.
You need to find him right away.
We don't have the resources to put together a manhunt
for a half-dead patient.
Even if he managed to clunk your paramedic on the head.
You're missing a much bigger point here, Detective.
And what would that be, Captain?
The question isn't where your John Doe is.
The question is, where did he get that kidney?
(woman breathing heavily)
(panting)
(keypad beeping)
-(line ringing) -GRACE RYDER (over phone): 9-1-1. What's your emergency?
WOMAN (gasping): Okay, please help me.
I'm freezing.
I think somebody did something to me.
GRACE: What do you mean did something to you?
(woman panting)
I don't know where I am.
Uh... I...
I woke up in a bathtub filled with ice.
Okay. And you're at the Sleep Tite Inn, is that right?
WOMAN: I don't know. I don't remember anything. I...
I think he must have drugged me.
And my head's fuzzy
and e-everything is j-just numb. (sharp inhale)
Okay. What's your name, sweetie?
WOMAN (over phone): (gasping) Lexi.
Lexi.
Okay, Lexi, listen, my name is Grace.
I'm getting some help to you, okay?
But in the meantime, we gotta get you out of that bathtub
so that you don't get hypothermia.
(gasping) Oh, okay. okay.
(groans sharply)
(panting)
(groans)
-(panting) -(water dripping)
(labored) Okay. Okay.
(ice clatters)
(panting)
(gasps)
Oh, my God. Oh, my, God! Oh, my, God! (gasping)
Lexi, what's going on?
(whimpers) Somebody cut me open.
I'm-I'm-I'm bleeding.
Where are you bleeding from?
There's staples, and it's leaking bad.
Lexi, are there towels around?
Yes, yeah.
I want you to grab one and roll it up, okay?
And then lie down or kneel up against it.
Try to put some pressure on the wound, okay?
That should help to slow the bleeding down.
Okay. Oh...
(winces)
(labored breathing)
Okay. Okay, I'm doing it. (sharp exhale)
Okay, good. Now, paramedics are on the way,
but we gotta figure out what room you're in
so that they can find you.
LEXI: I don't know! I don't...
(Lexi breathing heavily)
Sarah.
I need you to call the Sleep Tite Inn
and figure out which of their rooms right now
are currently using their landline, okay?
It can't be that many of them.
(gasps)
I'm gonna die in here, aren't I, Grace?
GRACE: No, ma'am.
Rescue 122. What's your status?
PARAMEDIC (over phone): We're on scene.
GRACE: Just start knocking on doors.
Lexi, listen, help is at the hotel,
so if you hear a knock at the door,
I want you to let me know.
Alright? Otherwise, just listen to the sound of my voice
and keep talking to me, okay?
(weakly) Okay.
(panting)
(breathing muffled, echoes)
GRACE: Lexi, sweetie?
GRACE: Lexi?
-Lexi, can you hear me? -(labored breathing)
Lexi, you still with me, baby?
Keep talking to me.
(gasps) Mama?
LEXI: Mama, is that you?
(somber music playing)
-(shallow breathing) -Yeah, it's me, baby.
I'm here. You just, you keep talking to me, okay?
I'm not cold anymore.
(panting)
I'm better now.
Warm.
I'm just gonna...
(sighs) close my eyes for a second.
(Lexi panting)
Uh-uh, Lexi.
Uh-uh, baby, you have to wake up. Lexi!
117. The clerk said the only landline operating at the inn
is in room 117.
-(computer beeps) -Rescue 122.
Your patient is in room 117.
Go, go, go. Right now.
PARAMEDIC: She's in here.
Ma'am? Ma'am, can you hear me?
No pulse.
I'm putting her on the LifePak. Start drying her off.
GRACE: Rescue 122. I need the patient's status when you're able.
PARAMEDIC: She's in V-tach.
Stand back. Clear.
(thuds)
Patient's unresponsive.
Shocking her again. Clear.
-Shock. -(defibrillator thuds)
She's back in sinus.
-Ma'am, can you hear me? -(monitor beeping)
-(weakly) Uh, yeah. -PARAMEDIC: We're gonna take care of you.
Start a line. Run it wide open.
Dispatch, patient is awake and responsive.
-Oh, my God. -PARAMEDIC: Please let West Park know
that we are bringing her in now.
Okay, will do. Rescue 122, thank you.
Her name's Lexi, okay?
Please take care of her.
PARAMEDIC: Copy that.
(line beeps)
So, Robert, you were saying
that this is your first time in Texas?
ROBERT STRAND: I've been through it before.
You know, it's kinda hard to avoid
when you're traveling east from Southern California.
Well, I wish you'd given me more notice
'cause I would have taken more time off from work.
Well, the point was not for you
to have to take time off of work.
I'm just grateful that you were able to find time for this.
Are you kidding me? My only brother comes to town, I'm taking time off.
And you are gonna stay till at least Saturday
so we can make up for lost time.
Okay.
Uncle Robert, do you have any photos
of my cousins you could show us?
Oh, yeah. No, absolutely.
Um, this is Hannah.
She is 17 and currently obsessed
with choir and musical theater.
Nice.
OWEN STRAND: Hmm.
(chuckles) And that is...
That's Yvonne. (chuckles)
Sorry, it was--
She is, um, about to be 15,
and she loves soccer and softball.
-Of course. -They-they both say hello.
Well, I cannot wait to meet them
and the rest of your family.
Well, they're your family, too, now, TK.
Speaking of which... (heavy sigh)
some relics from our dad.
Oh, I remember that.
-It's his Leatherman. -Yeah.
He said you always thought this was really cool.
Yeah, and he never let me touch it.
Well, it is all yours now.
Along with our dad's most prized possession of all.
La Sucre 1989?
Yeah, I had to crack into his safe to get that.
Wow. I'm surprised it didn't come with an armed escort.
TK, I thought that you might like this.
This was your grandfather's personal journal.
-Wait, Dad journaled? -ROBERT: Yeah, like every night.
I mean, until his health gave out.
But, yeah, he-he journaled a lot.
Are you sure that you don't wanna keep it?
I mean, he was your dad. I-I never even met him.
Well, I thought this would be a nice way for you
to get to know him
even if just a, a little bit.
TK: Alright. Well...
Thank you very much, Uncle Robert.
Yeah. You are so welcome.
And, uh, Owen.
You are going to open this bottle before I leave, right?
-OWEN: No. -Yes. Open it.
This is going into my safe.
(monitor beeping)
GRACE: Hey, Lexi.
Um, it's Grace.
From 9-1-1.
Oh, my God, you...
You came to see me?
I did, yeah.
These are for you.
Nobody ever gave me flowers before.
They're beautiful, thank you.
You're welcome.
I thought I was gonna die.
But your voice kept me alive.
(indistinct PA announcement)
Sweetheart.
The doctors say, uh,
whoever... cut me open
took one of my kidneys.
Now I have a, an infection in my blood.
Do you have any family you can call, Lexi?
Not really.
My stepfather is in Alabama,
but he's-he's part of why I ran away.
And besides, he'd just tell me that I got what I deserved
for... meeting a stranger.
Lexi, what's the last thing that you remember
before you woke up in that motel?
LEXI: Um...
I was gonna meet a date from Bash.
Mike.
We-we've been talking for a couple of days
and, uh, he has a job that takes him all over.
So he was here only in Austin...
(deep inhale, exhale) for a couple hours.
And he, he asked me to meet him at a bar near the airport.
And he called me Sweet Angel.
Bash...
I don't think I've ever heard of that place.
-Where is it? -LEXI: Oh, no.
It's not a place. It's a dating app.
Am I gonna go to jail?
Sweetheart, no.
Why would you think you're going to jail?
Well, those officers, they didn't believe me.
They asked me how much I got for it.
How much you got for what?
My kidney.
(ominous music playing)
NURSE: I'm sorry to interrupt.
There's a detective here
who would like to speak with Lexi.
(beeping, indistinct PA announcement)
Detective?
McGregor.
I'm Grace Ryder, uh, from Austin Emergency Services.
I took this 9-1-1 call.
You always follow up in person, Ms. Ryder?
Not always, but I felt like she could use a friend.
And... evidently I was right
because apparently the officers that took her initial statement
treated her more like a suspect instead of a victim.
It is possible to be both.
What does that mean?
Organ selling is a crime, Ms. Ryder.
Even if it's your own.
You really think she volunteered herself
to be brutalized
and left alone to die in a cheap motel room?
McGREGOR: I think it's likely that she made a deal
with some very shady people and got in over her head.
Somebody lured her out.
Uh, the jet-setting "Mike" she met online?
He doesn't exist.
We checked her online activity.
There's no history of a match
with anyone calling himself "Mike."
He could have easily deleted his account.
She said that they met up at a bar near the airport.
Bar she can't remember the name of.
Maybe because she was roofied, Detective?
She was sedated, yeah.
But that's what happens when you have your kidney removed.
It was stolen from her.
Well, we found an envelope with $1,500 in cash
on the nightstand in her motel room.
She didn't tell you that part, did she?
Okay, so then I'll ask you, Detective,
since you are the professional...
would you sell your kidney for $1,500?
I've seen runaways do a lot worse
for a lot less just to survive.
I know that's not what you wanna hear,
but all I can do is follow the evidence
wherever it takes me.
GRACE: Detective, I think maybe
you're just seeing what you wanna see.
And I think you should let the police
handle the police work and stick to answering the phone.
♪ ♪
(cell phone chimes)
-(cell phone chimes) -(inhales)
-(cell phone chiming) -Let's go see what's goin' on.
(chiming continues)
Gracie?
Hey, my loves.
Who's blowing up your phone at the butt crack of dawn?
GRACE: Um, just some men.
Just some men?
I created a fake dating profile
on the same app that Lexi was using
to try and lure the people out that hurt her.
So far, nobody's matched the description
of the guy that Lexi gave to me.
Uh, nobody's called me Sweet Angel
like they have to her.
She's gotten some "Hey, gorgeous'es"
and a few other things
I probably shouldn't mention in front of the baby.
Or your first husband.
That, too.
(Judd sighs)
-(cell phone chiming) -JUDD: Let's go.
Are you seriously using your real picture?
I also used a fake name, so it's not a big deal.
Baby, it's a big deal.
They gut that girl like a fish
and then they left her for dead.
That's a big deal.
And nobody gives a damn about it.
Do I have to remind you that you got Charlie now?
Why would you risk doing that?
Because I have Charlie, sweetheart.
If Lexi was a cute white girl,
she would be plastered all over the news right now.
But just like so many other Black and Brown women,
Lexi has not only been victimized,
she has been forgotten about and she has been blamed.
Women who look just like Charlie will one day.
That... that's why I'm doing this.
(solemn music playing)
Well, I...
(exhales)
I can appreciate that.
I don't think the answer is to use your own life as bait.
So the answer is what then, sweetheart?
When there are so many people in this system who don't care.
Find the people who do.
She's got a lot on her plate.
She does.
And believe me when I tell you she gives a damn about all of 'em.
Which is why sometimes she can come off a little prickly.
And scowly.
Okay. She sounds terrifying.
She kind of is.
(door shuts)
Mrs. Ryder.
-Sarina Washington. -Oh, yeah.
Thank you, um, for agreeing to see me, Detective Washington.
Sarina works just fine.
Officer Reyes tells me that you wanna discuss a case?
I'm actually here about Lexi Briggs.
I, uh, spoke to your colleague first, Detective McGregor.
And he seems convinced that Lexi sold her own body part
and now he's considering charging her with a crime.
It does happen, Mrs. Ryder.
GRACE: But I don't think that was the case here, Detective.
Lexi was a victim, and she wasn't the only one.
These are all 9-1-1 transcripts and police reports
of similar attacks in the last two years.
All the victims are women of color, just like Lexi,
who were lured in by a dating app.
Drugged, operated on, only to be ignored.
Just like Lexi.
These are all from out of state.
GRACE: That's because whoever's doing this,
I don't think they're staying in one place for too long.
You are aware that my beat is missing persons.
Lexi Briggs isn't missing.
No, but her kidney is.
I don't generally locate folks piece by piece, Officer Reyes.
GRACE: How about the man
who's currently in possession of said kidney?
I'm listening.
CARLOS: Yesterday, a car that was stolen
out of New Orleans was involved in a hit-and-run on Alvarado.
The driver abandoned it, fled the scene,
but he's still at large, but there was a passenger.
The passenger was rescued by first responders.
Then he assaulted a paramedic and also fled.
Also still at large.
And the paramedic captain who treated him,
she believed that she saw signs of a recent transplant surgery.
So he'd have a reason to run, if he could run.
I can't imagine he got very far, not without some help.
I must say, you do make a very compelling case.
So... I'm sorry, Detective. You believe us?
Why wouldn't I?
(Carlos chuckles)
You said she was terrifying.
I did not say that. I didn't say that.
I personally think that we should start searching
on the national transplant waitlist,
because I think he was on it at some point.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy. (chuckles)
Mrs. Ryder, I said I believe you.
I did not say I could help you.
Why the hell not?
SARINA WASHINGTON: It's not my case.
You have to talk to the detective in charge.
(sighs)
(scoffs)
Well... (clears throat)
Looks like you got the whole thing figured out.
I don't know why I bother.
Never said that.
Brian, nobody is questioning your work.
-Really? -SARINA: Or your commitment.
But there does seem to be a pattern here
that could use a harder look.
Fine.
You want this crap sandwich, Sarina?
You don't just take a bite, you get the whole thing.
(Sarina scoffs)
Knock yourselves out.
I got enough on my plate anyway.
SARINA: Alright.
And I'll assume that you won't be
bringing any charges against Lexi Briggs.
At least until I can go through all of this.
McGREGOR: (sighs) Well, you don't gotta worry about that.
I never bring charges against a dead person.
What?
Yeah. Lexi Briggs died in the hospital
about an hour ago.
(exhales)
JUDD (over phone): I'm so sorry.
They haven't even been able to... (sharp inhale)
to get a hold of her stepdad to notify him.
Wow, that's terrible.
GRACE (over phone): You should have seen her at the hospital.
She was very scared.
And she was... by herself.
-(sniffles) -JUDD: Gracie.
You sound weary, honey.
GRACE: I am. I am.
I am weary, Judd. I'm weary to my soul.
JUDD: Well, I'll tell you what.
I'm taking the rest of the shift off
and I'm gonna come pick you up.
No, it's okay. You don't have to do that.
I can't leave yet.
Not when we have so much work to do. Not when...
the monsters who hurt her are still out there.
I just...
I can't leave.
JUDD: Alright, well,
I reckon you best go get those sons of bitches then, huh?
Yeah, I reckon so. (sniffles)
I love you.
You promise to take care of yourself.
I love you, too. Thank you.
SARINA: We've been combing through the transplant waitlist
and wanted to see if anyone looked like
your fugitive kidney patient.
Can you guys see these okay?
Yeah, babe, we-we can see everything.
It's just... none of those are the guy.
-How about this? -TOMMY (over phone): No.
No, keep going.
TK (over phone): No.
TOMMY: No, not them.
Wait, wait, wait. Grace, can you go back to that last guy?
Mm-hmm. Him?
Yeah.
(knock on door)
Uh, can I help you?
Mrs. Harris, Detective Washington, Austin PD.
We'd like to have a few words with your husband, Clint.
Uh, Clint's on a business trip to Albuquerque
for the rest of the week.
Can I ask what this is about?
I'm pretty sure you know what this is about.
Your husband was involved in a car accident yesterday.
He assaulted a paramedic while fleeing the incident.
We also believe he recently received
a kidney off the black market.
Like I said, he's not here,
so you'll have to come back another time.
Captain Vega,
would you please explain what would happen to her husband
if he doesn't receive immediate medical attention?
Given his condition,
I'd say the kidney wasn't a proper match,
which means his body is rejecting it.
Soon he'll go into sepsis, if he hasn't already.
After that, total organ failure, and then he dies.
(gasps)
Back den. To your left. Please help him.
(Clint groaning)
TK, LifePak. Nancy, get his temperature.
Yeah, Cap.
He's burning up, Cap. His temperature's 103.
His BP is 180 over 110.
It must be septic shock.
Alright, radio West Park,
tell 'em that they better have everybody standing by.
Alright, let's go. We gotta move him now.
(machines beeping)
-Any updates on Harris? -Still in surgery.
Um... how many sugars did you put in here?
Two and a half packets, plus a Stevia.
-Too much? -No, it's perfect.
How did you know exactly how I take my coffee?
Saw you make it back at the station.
So you were observing me?
Observing makes it sound creepy.
It is a little creepy,
but you have a detective's eye, Officer Reyes.
Thank you.
You know, I recall sitting in this very same hospital
on another case encouraging you to take the detective's exam.
I thought about it.
So why didn't you see it through?
Because I became a police officer
to help my community.
I'd rather be on patrol trying to prevent problems
than just picking up the pieces after the damage is done.
Hmm. I can respect that.
But not every evil can be spotted from a patrol car.
Sometimes you gotta follow 'em down a snake hole.
Especially when you have a gift for it.
Damn, girl.
It feels like there's steel cables in there.
Yeah, it's... It's been a week.
Hmm. I'll say.
Well, the worst part's behind you now
and you can exhale.
-Which you still ain't done. -GRACE: Mm-mm.
I can't help but feel like this job is half done.
Babe, what are you talking about?
You helped catch the guy that stole that little girl's kidney.
No, he didn't steal her kidney.
He had it, but he wasn't the one
that-that lured her out or cut her open.
Okay, no. No, but when he wakes up,
he's gonna lead us to the ones who did.
If he wakes up.
Grace, look at me.
You did your bit.
Well, I appreciate you saying so.
And I appreciate you guys lettin' me stop by.
I should probably go ahead and take Charlie off Mom and Dad's hands.
Why don't you just leave her there tonight?
What? No, I can't do that to them with no notice.
You don't do it to 'em. They love having their grandbaby over.
You know, you need to go home. You need to rest.
You need to put your feet up, play some video games.
It ain't healthy to walk around with that much tension
in your shoulders like that.
Ain't that right?
Oh, as a medical professional?
-JUDD: Uh-huh. -Yes, I must insist.
(sighs) Well, you know, a quiet night
does sound pretty nice.
Mr. Harris, I'm Detective Washington.
This is Officer Reyes.
We know you didn't receive
that kidney through legitimate channels.
We need the names of the individuals
that provided it to you.
They said they'd kill me if I ever talked to the police.
I think I'd rather face a few years in prison than face them.
Oh, you're looking at a lot more than just a few years.
I know the punishment for buying an organ.
"A fine that shall not exceed $50,000
and five years in prison."
How about the punishment for accessory to murder?
(dramatic sting)
Murder?
Lexi Briggs, your unwitting donor.
She was drugged and had her kidney stolen from her.
She died of complications from the surgery.
CLINT HARRIS: Stolen?
They-they said that the donors
were all on the same page.
They-they said that they willingly
sold the kidney for $60,000.
And everybody was safe.
Lexi woke up in a bathtub full of ice in a cheap motel
with $1,500 on the nightstand.
She was 21 years old.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. No.
That poor girl. I...
I would never have gone through with this if I'd known.
Then prove it to us by helping us
get justice for Lexi.
The names, Mr. Harris.
(character screams)
GRACE: (laughs) You're not hitting me. Stop.
(cell phone ringing)
Hey, Carlos. What's up?
He cracked, Grace. Clint Harris.
He gave us the location of the trafficking ring.
No way. Where?
CARLOS (over phone): Can't get into specifics,
but we're getting ready to hit them now.
We're just waiting for the warrant to come through.
Thought you'd like to know.
(chuckles) I'm hugging you
through this phone, Carlos. Yes.
Thank you. Thank you.
I-I really appreciate it.
Y'all be safe out there, okay? Good luck.
-CARLOS: I'll call you later. -Okay.
Bye.
She sounds happy.
More like over the moon.
You really think these guys could be using a dentist office
to perform organ transplants?
Makes sense.
Got the office space, a lot of the equipment.
Not a lot of eyes on you after hours.
-Except ours. -Except ours.
(cell phone dings)
That's our warrant.
-SWAT, you ready? -SWAT LEADER (over radio): Locked and loaded.
Then let's get in position.
-(gunfire on TV) -(man screaming on TV)
(cell phone dings)
(eerie music playing)
(keypad clacking)
(message whooshes)
(cell phone dings)
♪ ♪
(keypad clacking)
(message whooshes)
(cell phone dings)
(keypad clacking)
(line ringing)
(phone buzzing)
CARLOS (over voice mail): Hey, it's Carlos.
Sorry I missed you. Call you later.
(line beeps)
Carlos, it's me. Um...
He just DM'd me.
The guy that contacted Lexi on the dating app.
And he wants to meet now.
Just, uh, call me back.
(phone rings)
McGregor.
GRACE: Uh, Detective McGregor,
it's Grace Ryder.
And how can I help you tonight, Mrs. Ryder?
GRACE: You can radio Detective Washington and Officer Reyes
and tell 'em to meet me at the Grasshopper Tavern by the airport.
The guy who lured Lexi Briggs,
he just reached out to me,
and he wants to meet in 20 minutes.
And how can you be sure it's him?
You wanted me to stick to answering the phones, okay?
That's what I'm doing.
I believe that this is the man
who is responsible for Lexi's death.
And if I don't leave now, he's going to be gone.
I strongly advise against that, Mrs. Ryder.
Well, I'm not asking for your permission, Detective,
but I am asking you to please get word
to Detective Washington and Officer Reyes, okay?
The Grasshopper Tavern by the airport.
I'm gonna keep him there as long as I can.
Just please deliver the message, okay?
I-I'm headed there now.
(sighs)
(scoffs)
(tense music playing)
(door creaking)
Put your hands up now!
SWAT OFFICER: Search that room!
I want a lawyer.
Fine. We have lots to talk about.
Hook him up!
SWAT OFFICER: Down! Put that down!
♪ ♪
(machines beeping)
SWAT OFFICER: Back away from that!
CARLOS: Two operating tables.
Only one patient prepped.
Looks like they were getting ready to do another transplant.
Probably just waiting for the kidney to get here.
So where's the donor?
(keypad clacking)
(message whooshes)
MAN: You must be lost.
I'm sorry?
Because heaven is a long way from here, angel.
You must be Mike.
June.
What can I get you to drink, June?
Um, whatever you're having.
My man, can I get two vodka tonics
whenever you get a chance?
June, I am so glad you could make it.
Yeah, I mean, it sounded like it was now or never,
so I figured why not take a leap
and do something crazy?
-Ooh, adventurous. I like that. -(Grace chuckles)
You know, I'm sorry for the rush-rush,
-but I have a flight to Phoenix for a conference. -Mm.
But when I saw your picture, I knew I had to see you.
I knew you had the face of an angel,
but who would have guessed you have a voice of one, too?
Well, you're very sweet, Mike.
(Mike laughs)
You got people in town or are you just looking
to blaze your own trail out here?
Um, well, I know you... now.
-Hmm. -And this lady
I met at the gym whose name I cannot remember right now.
(laughs) Hey, that's not a bad start.
-GRACE: Hm. -(Mike laughs)
Thank you, king.
Oh, uh... (chuckles)
Would you mind handing me a napkin?
-Oh, yeah. -He spilled it on my...
(Grace inhales)
Thank you, Angel.
(Mike sighs)
To new friends.
(glasses clink)
To new friends.
(both laughing)
-If you like Country Rap-- -Mm-hmm.
You have to go hear a song at the Broken Spoke.
-Well, that sounds fun. -You know what?
We should go there.
-Right now? -Why not?
It's a nice night.
They have a beautiful outdoor patio.
Mike, I thought you had a flight to catch.
Yeah, well, screw it. I'll go in the morning.
June, I don't remember the last time
I felt so connected to someone on a first date.
Come on, it'll be an adventure.
If we leave now, we can get a good seat.
If we're connecting so well,
why not just stay here and have another drink?
I thought you were adventurous.
Maybe I was wrong about you.
No, no.
No, you weren't wrong.
Okay, let's go live it up.
My man, is this good for you?
BARTENDER: I appreciate that.
Ready? Let's go.
Uh, actually, Mike,
I gonna run to the bathroom.
-I'll be back. -Yeah.
(ominous music playing)
(line ringing)
CARLOS (over voice mail): Hey, it's Carlos.
So sorry I missed you. Call you later.
-(line beeps) -Carlos.
I don't know where you are.
I'm going to assume that McGregor
did not take me seriously.
I'm here at the Grasshopper.
I'm trying to stall to keep this guy here.
He is ready to go.
I need you to get some APD units here.
-Like yesterday, Carlos, please. -(door opens)
(Mike clears throat)
MIKE: I guess you have some friends in town after all, huh?
Open the door.
Open the door, June.
Open the door! Open the door!
The police are already on their way. Please.
(door rattling)
Mike, don't do it.
-Please. -(Mike snickers)
What the...
What the hell...
What the hell did you do to me?
♪ ♪
(sighs deeply)
(door bangs open)
You showed up.
McGREGOR: Yeah.
Looks like I missed the fun part.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
What happened to him?
I think somebody switched his drink.
-(Mike groans) -Sir, try to stay awake, please.
-MIKE: Ow! -NANCY: Sorry.
Pain's a great stimulus.
Otherwise, you risk passing out
and choking on your own vomit.
TK, how are his vitals?
Well, his breathing's labored,
but that's to be expected.
When can I take this guy to jail?
Uh, it might be a minute. I'm guessing our Cap's
gonna wanna transport him to the hospital,
but you're more than welcome to ride with us.
-(Mike coughing) -Oh, hey.
NANCY: How are you with a puke bucket?
Ugh!
-We'll take it from here. -Thank you.
You sure she's okay, Tommy?
-Stop fidgeting. -GRACE: Oh...
( Darkest Hour Is Just Before Dawn by Emmylou Harris playing)
Yeah. No, she's fine.
No, I'm fine, Carlos.
-Thank you. I just... -CARLOS: Hm.
That guy, he dropped like a sack of rocks
before he could do anything to me.
So give it to me again.
You said you roofied the subject?
No, ma'am. He actually roofied himself.
I just switched the glasses on him.
You are a wonder, Mrs. Ryder.
That she is.
No, I was just trying to keep him here
until y'all got here, that's it.
You helped us bust up an organ trafficking ring.
And now Lexi will get justice.
Hey, they're not wrong. This is all 'cause of you.
Well, I didn't do it by myself,
but I appreciate y'all.
Now, does somebody wanna help me try to figure out
how I'm gonna explain this to my husband? That's what I need.
Yeah, well, you better think of somethin', and quick.
-Yeah. There he is. -JUDD: Grace. Grace!
Dammit.
Are you okay?
-No, I'm okay. I'm okay. -JUDD: Huh?
I'm okay. I'm okay.
Why didn't you just stay at home like I told you to?
-GRACE: I know. -Yeah, she doesn't do that well.
-No. -Why didn't you call me?
Well, there wasn't a fire, babe, or I would have called you.
Alright, well, yeah, there wasn't a fire.
Yeah, no. I called the police.
(Judd sighs)
I can't thank you all enough.
GRACE: No, it... it wasn't them.
Actually, uh, it was him.
So that's the fella?
-Yeah, it is, actually. -Alright.
Detective, let-let me just say something to you real quick.
The next time my wife tells you something,
you better listen to her.
Yes, I'm starting to see that.
-Well, don't just start. -Judd.
He listened to me tonight, okay?
And as somebody that listens for a living,
I do think that's a skill that can be learned.
Right, Detective?
I appreciate that, Mrs. Ryder.
Firefighter, you got a hell of a wife there.
Well, don't forget it.
If I were you, I wouldn't put one foot wrong.
-She'll notice. -GRACE: Mm-hmm.
Yes. And that's why he never will.
♪ The darkest hour ♪
You heard her.
♪ Is just before dawn ♪
-Let's go home. Please, girl. -Yeah. Alright.
(liquid pouring)
You and I are long overdue for sharing a bottle of wine.
Usually the first time brothers do this,
the wine's coming out of a box.
Yeah, or they're swiping it from their old man.
Which, you know, I guess technically, this was.
OWEN: Yeah.
-To Dad. -To Dad.
(glasses clink)
ROBERT: Mm.
OWEN: Mm!
-Uh! -Oh!
It just keeps on coming, doesn't it?
Wow, that is incredible.
That was worth the wait. (sighs)
So, I only have you for two days,
so I figured tomorrow we would hike McKinney Falls
and then zip-line Lake Travis.
-Wow. Zip-lining. -And then--
Oh, God!
(Robert sighs)
I just need to zip-line that to my mouth.
I am so sorry.
No-no, it's, uh, it's okay.
It's only $1,000 a glass.
(Robert chuckles)
What's going on with your hand?
That is called Chorea.
It is, um, an early symptom of Huntington's disease.
Huntington's disease?
How long have you had it?
I don't know. I was diagnosed with it a month ago.
Oh, Robert, I'm so sorry.
What, uh...
What are we looking at here?
ROBERT: You know, so far it's been nothing.
Nothing too bad. Um...
Just, uh, trouble concentrating, mostly.
I forget the name of my friends, my kids.
(chuckles) Sometimes.
But, um...
down the road, I will lose, uh,
my motor function
and the ability to swallow.
And then that'll be ballgame.
Huntington's is a beast.
And, Owen, um...
It's a hereditary condition.
♪ ♪
Are you telling me that our dad left us
something more than keepsakes?
(sighs)
The disease runs in his family.
Our family.
Usually shows up just north of 50.
Sometimes later.
Sometimes sooner.
But he didn't die from it.
ROBERT: No, but he had it.
He just died before it could kill him.
Well, that's one way to deal with it.
(Owen exhales)
So... that's why you're really here.
ROBERT: No.
No, I'm here because I wanna spend time with my big brother.
And I wanna do it while I still can.
♪ ♪
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