BETH: Well, this is it. RP: This the last hold-out?
BETH: Thankfully.
I can't imagine a highway going through here.
Doesn't seem right.
BETH: Could take years... But they can't start
until the path is clear and entirely government owned.
MAXX: What do you think the odds are they're being literal?
Well, he's an anti-authoritarian with PTSD,
and severe anger management issues.
So, pretty high?
BETH: And he hates the FBI. MAXX: Great.
- He hasn't exactly been cooperative
since we served him his eviction notice.
- I wouldn't expect anybody to be overly cooperative
when the government's taking their land.
- Not taking. He got fair market value.
- There's nothing fair about being forced
to sell your home against your will.
- It's the only way eminent domain works.
RP: Yeah well...
I signed up to serve
not kick people out of their homes.
* *
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
BETH: Mr. Padgett, this is the FBI.
We need to speak with you outside.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Mr. Padgett! You've been served
with a notice of eviction
we're here to enforce it.
If you do not answer this door,
we are authorized to come inside.
* *
* [THEME MUSIC] *
* *
[BLADE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY]
BLADE: He does know we're doing for a school, right?
Yeah, he knows.
He just does not care.
* *
ELLI: You sure you don't mind
dropping off Maddie's overnight bag?
RYAN: Oh, I can- I can wait here.
ELLI: It really doesn't have to be awkward.
Elli, on our first date,
he made a proclamation that the two of you
have not been on your last date yet.
So...
* *
Right.
Why do you keep looking at Blade like that?
JUSTIN: Remember when your father was coincidently
cleaning his shotgun when I came to pick you up
on our first date?
Okay so, this is your version of that?
Yup.
Uh, listen, if you could do me a favor
start treating Ryan more like one of the guys
instead of like a suspect.
What's the fun in that?
- What do you have against him?
Hey... sorry to interrupt.
- So... where are you two going tonight?
Oh.
Dinner at
La Cucina Sogno.
Oh, I like that place.
You've been there?
Yeah.
You should try their spaghetti.
Oh? Which one?
Aglio?
Cacio e Pepi.
Bolognese?
JUSTIN: The one with tomato sauce and meatballs.
That one.
* *
- I'll-
I'll try that.
Anyway, maybe we should...
Yeah, yeah.
* *
- Any chance he already packed up and left?
We're about to find out.
Remember, when he was in the army,
he specialized in explosives.
So, this place could be booby trapped.
Be vigilant.
* *
[RATTLES DOORKNOB]
* *
[GLASS BREAKS]
* *
[OXYGEN ASSISTED BREATHING]
* *
Mr. Padgett! [OXYGEN ASSISTED BREATHING]
Where is your son?
MACK: He's gone.
Okay.
[OXYGEN ASSISTED BREATHING]
Gone where?
Save our house.
[OXYGEN ASSISTED BREATHING]
Found something!
* *
[PHONE ALERT]
* *
JUSTIN: Bad reception.
I'm gonna take this out back.
Okay.
- Great. You're all set? - All right, yeah.
- Hey. - How'd it go?
BETH: Not good. Powell's gone.
* *
- Well, isn't him being gone the point?
- Yeah, but he made it clear he's looking for payback.
JUSTIN: Well, any idea where he's headed?
None. Just keep an eye out.
He's an ex-Army Ranger and a gun enthusiast.
- He's an ex-Ranger?
* *
BETH: Yeah.
He's dangerous.
Hey!
I need all of you, over there, right now.
- Come on, let's go. - MADDIE: Mom?
- ELLI: It's okay. If you're going to point
the gun at someone, could you point it not my daughter?
POWELL: Sit down.
Don't move.
- Just so you know, the sheriff is right outside.
Write this down.
ELLI: Okay.
You got a description?
BETH: Yeah, 5'10", Caucasian male,
dirty blond hair, bearded with tattoos.
A slim, athletic build.
Justin?
JUSTIN: He's here!
BETH: Powell's there?
Yeah.
My daughter and Elli are inside.
He's got a gun to her head.
A sign to the window says, "Come in, they die."
- Okay, I need you to stay calm.
I am calm.
BETH: They're gonna be fine.
I'm trained in hostage negotiation.
I am on my way and I'm gonna involve SWAT, okay?
Justin?
Whatever you do, do not
engage him until I get there.
Roger.
* *
- Come on. Back to the bench.
[PHONE RINGING]
- ELLI: Do you want me to answer that? - Leave it.
I'm not ready to talk.
Sit down.
I'll get us out of here.
- Ryan- - Yeah, yeah no-
I can get us out of here.
I'm a vice principal; I-
negotiate with terrorists every day.
That's not a good idea, Ryan.
- Ryan! - Excuse me, sir--
I just want to talk.
Communication is- is important at times like-
Sit down and shut up!
RYAN: I apologize, I didn't mean to upset-
- POWELL: Are you deaf?! - I'm sorry?
POWELL: Are you deaf?
RYAN: No.
POWELL: Are you suicidal?
[PHONE RINGS] RYAN: No- no, sir.
POWELL: I already don't like you.
You remind me of a bureaucrat.
Sit down, shut up.
Speak to me again, you're dead.
Yes, sir.
It's the sheriff.
Slide the phone to me.
* *
- Yeah? - Mr. Padgett.
- Mr. Padgett's my dad and you call me "Powell".
Powell, this is Sheriff Wise.
You're in my station.
POWELL: It ain't your station, right now,
is it Sheriff?
That's what I'm calling about.
How can I get it back?
Me getting what I want.
JUSTIN: What is it that you want? POWELL: Time.
Hey!
All of you, take your phones out right now
and slide 'em over to me.
Now!
[PHONE ALERT]
* *
JEREMIAH: Bar's closed!
Everybody out!
Now!
Booster!
Gather the boys!!!
Now! Right now!
* *
- Powell, are you there?
Powell? Powell are you there?
- Doesn't feel good, does it, Sheriff? - What doesn't?
POWELL: Someone coming into a place
that you thought belonged to you,
uninvited.
And taking it from you.
No. It doesn't.
- Whose phone am I talkin' on?
My secretary's.
I assume this is about
losing your house.
No, not my house, my home!!
My granddaddy built that property with his hands.
My daddy grew up there. I grew up there.
My grandaddy is buried in the yard,
and I will promise you
my daddy's gonna die
on that property.
- I understand why you're upset.
I would be too if I was in your situation.
- But you're not. You're not in my position!
As a matter of fact, I saw one of your patrol cars
on my property, this morning!
- The FBI asked for our assistance.
I wasn't aware of your situation.
- Would it have made a bit of difference if you were?
No.
POWELL: Exactly.
You know, I've spent every last dime that I have
trying to appeal your process on lawyers,
trying to stall, trying to get
one of you to just listen, to hear me out.
But listen, you're going to hear me out now.
I will fight for my daddy's rights
with the same valor that he fought for his country.
The same country that's trying to strip him
of his land and dignity.
- When you said you needed more time,
what did you mean by that?
POWELL: You know what? I got nothing else to offer you.
I assume the Feds are on their way.
Call me when they get here.
[CHAIN RATTLING]
* *
[COCKING RIFLE]
BLADE: Drop your gun!
* *
- This gun? - BLADE: I said drop it!
* *
Don't take a step closer!
I said stop!
- You think you got what it takes to
pull the trigger? Kill a man? Huh?
Because everything changes after that.
Drop it or you'll find out.
Let's find out.
BLADE: Don't come any closer!
Stop!!
[GUN CLICKS EMPTY]
- You really think I'm stupid enough
to leave a loaded gun sitting around
for anyone to just grab it?
BLADE: How am I supposed to know how stupid you are?
I like you.
You remind me of me.
Sit down next to your girlfriend, and hold her hand.
She looks a little upset.
* *
[PHONE RINGS]
POWELL: Feds here?
No.
- Like I already told you, you got nothing to offer me.
- No, that's not true. You have me.
* *
You take a sheriff hostage
and you have the attention of the government.
POWELL: Pretty sure I already got their attention.
- You have women and children in there.
If you want to garner any sympathy for your situation,
you swap me for them.
- Yeah, you know, I've already got my hands full
keeping an eye on the boy.
Last thing I need is to have to watch you too.
- Look, I want things to go smoothly.
But if they don't,
I'd rather have someone like me
standing in front of you.
And Army veteran.
Just like you.
So you swap me for them.
- How do I know I can trust you?
JUSTIN: Look outside.
* *
I'm unarmed.
* *
You can cuff me to whatever you want.
POWELL: You better not try anything funny.
- There's nothing funny about our situation.
* *
- All right, I'm going to let you in the back door.
But I'm going to be standing there
with your secretary
and my gun against her head.
Do not be stupid.
You have my word.
Stop!
- What? - Change of plans.
I want her.
* *
JUSTIN: I'm coming in.
- I told you to send her! - You got her. And me.
- Two for the price of one. - What is with you?
Why do you want to be in here so bad? Huh?
- JUSTIN: You want to protect your home? I want to
protect mine. I feel responsible for this place.
Look, you can cuff me to anything you want.
That table right there is bolted down.
- Both of you, turn around. Show me your backs.
Show me your backs! BETH: Okay.
POWELL: Come here. Come on.
JUSTIN: See? Bolted down. POWELL: All right,
back over here. Come here. Okay.
Both of you guys, cuff yourself to the table,
one on each leg. Let's go. BETH: Okay.
- Let's go! Let's go.
You, get over there and sit down.
* *
Mr. Padgett, what can I do for you?
Get on the phone whoever decided to steal my home from me.
- That's what you can do. - Okay.
- What about releasing the hostages?
POWELL: What about it? Huh?
- JUSTIN: We had a deal. - Yeah, a deal that you violated.
Deal's off.
Now, you listen-- POWELL: No, you listen to me!
If you want something, you gotta give something first.
BETH: Okay.
Okay.
What are your demands?
This is special Agent Beth Yates.
I'm here with Mr. Padgett.
Yes, everyone's fine.
We spoke and he's upset about the situation with his home,
but he's willing to make a concession.
- Put him on speaker. Put him on speaker!
I want to hear what he's sayin'!
VOICE: What is it that you're offering, Mr. Padgett?
My daddy's dying.
Okay?
Doctors say he has very little time left.
I want him to die in his home,
a place that he has lived in, his entire life.
Not a nursing facility or a hospital; his home.
Once that happens, it's all yours. You can have it.
BETH: Sir, like I told Mr. Padgett,
construction won't begin for a least another year,
so I feel that this is a reasonable request.
VOICE: Alright. We need some time to run it up the flagpole
- and reach out- - You have one hour to get me a legal document
that states my dad can stay in his home until he passes.
When I get that, this ends peacefully.
* *
Okay.
We've had good faith progress on our side,
so, why don't you let the hostages go.
- We have progress when I get something that I want!
We're done talking.
* *
MAXX: This is getting ugly. We're drawing a crowd.
We need to do something. RP: Yeah.
What do you suggest we do?
MAXX: Something.
More than this.
- Sheriff went inside on purpose.
He's got a plan.
- Would have been nice to be in on it.
Jeremiah Wade and his clan. RP: Great.
This is the last thing we need.
Watch my back, okay?
Jeremiah,
you need to stop this.
My boy is in there
and I intend on bringing him out!
- You got to let us handle this the right way.
Where's the sheriff?
He's inside.
- So he's a hostage too.
- It's complicated. - Mm hmm.
Hey!
I'm in charge here, you understand?
Bye.
Go be in charge then.
RP: You sit down.
And you guys get back behind that line.
Now!
* *
- What do you think the chances are of them meeting his demands?
- Justin, the FBI won't give into his demands.
They can't. Otherwise situations like this
they're gonna become commonplace.
All I'm trying to do is to
keep him calm and buy us more time.
SWAT will be here soon.
But with an hour deadline, they are going to
prepare to go in.
Before that happens we need to get these hostages out of here.
Hey!
Stop talking.
- I was just saying that what you're doing for your father
is honorable.
In some ways, it's admirable.
- (scoffs) Yeah, yeah. I'm sure
that's exactly what you were talking about.
It is.
You're willing to sacrifice everything for family
even your life.
- Look, you think I'm an idiot?
Because I know what this is.
I know exactly what you're trying to do right now.
You're trying to build a rapport with me.
Yeah, I am.
But I'm also being sincere.
I didn't just have the responsibility for my station...
I have a responsibility as a father.
That scared little girl over there...
that's my daughter.
And I love her...
and I'll do anything for her.
In fact, I did. I came in here with you...
a man with a gun, seemingly hellbent on revenge.
Whether I live or die,
that'll be up to you,
but she doesn't deserve this.
So why don't you do the admirable thing
and let them go?
Let them all go.
* *
Okay.
- You get there quick. That's your cousin they got in there.
Don't screw this up.
Yes, sir.
* *
POWELL: Both of you.
Don't do anything
unless I tell you to.
Do you understand?
Stand up.
Slowly walk to the back door.
Slowly.
* *
Slowly.
* *
JEREMIAH: My name is Jeremiah Wade.
POWELL: Wait. Stop.
Don't move.
- Now, you may not know me personally,
but you do know my reputation.
Now, I know what's going on here.
My boys are on their way to your place right now!
And if my son don't come out of there
by the time they get there,
your daddy's gonna watch that place burn to the ground.
And if anything-
anything happens to my son,
let's just say your daddy will wish
that he was already dead.
You're not going anywhere.
Sit down.
JUSTIN: Powell, you don't want to do this.
Sit.
JUSTIN: Think about this.
C'mon, Powell, you were about to send the kids out anyway--
- When it was my decision! Mine!
- Hey, he was only trying to look out for a family member,
- just like you. - I don't see it that way.
And I do not respond to threats!
He's just like your friends in the federal government,
thinking he can control my life.
No!
I do not play that!
Your daddy's playing a dangerous game of chicken, boy.
* *
- You've got to call them off and get back.
- As soon as my boy is out of there.
- You're just throwing gasoline on a fire.
- I am fighting fire with fire.
You dangled a carrot; it didn't work.
I'm going in with a stick.
Jeremiah, please!
You've never had kids.
Never!
That's my son.
- RP: Maxx! - No, I know; I'm gonna go.
- They've got a head start already. - Hey...
You could take the short cut through my land and head them off.
Go down old Bootlegger's Pass.
I don't know the way.
I could show you.
Let's go.
* *
Maxx!
- Be careful! - MAXX: We will.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[SIRENS BLARING]
- I'm sorry about my Dad.
He just...
likes to do things his own way.
He means well.
How are you doing?
I'm okay.
Justin's gonna figure a way out of this.
- How's he gonna do that? He's-
chained to a desk.
* *
AGENT FRANKLIN: You in charge? RP: Yeah. Deputy Ericsson.
With Sheriff Wise being one of the hostages, I've been overseeing the situation.
- Agent Franklin. We'll take it from here.
- If there's anything I can do to help- - Crowd control.
I need to make sure everyone stays outside the perimeter
when we go in.
You mean if you go in?
- The hostage-taker's given a deadline
for his demands.
Demands that will not be met.
If I can't convince him to extend it,
we'll have no choice but to take him out.
Excuse me. SWAT.
Cavalry's arrived.
What did you expect?
You've taken women and children hostage.
Keeping them here only increases the odds
of something horrible happening.
Letting them go- it shows that you're being reasonable.
POWELL: He's just trying to talk you out of
letting everybody leave. Do not listen to him.
- That's exactly what I'm trying to do.
I'm trying to convince you.
Don't do it because it's my best interest.
Do it because it's yours.
Right now, Jeremiah Wade's men
are at your home, with your father,
getting ready to burn down the house.
[POWELL YELLS IN FRUSTRATION]
* *
Fine. All right, you and you,
you can go.
And you know what? Take him with you.
- What about her? POWELL: No. No.
No.
You stay.
Why?
POWELL: Because she's your daughter's mother.
Based on that ring you wear, she's also your wife.
- Ex-wife.
POWELL: I see the way you look at her.
You definitely want no harm coming to her.
- No. - Exactly.
- So, I'm going to make sure I control something
that you don't want to lose.
Let's go. Come on.
Slowly.
What you waiting for? Let's go!
Slowly.
Hands up.
* *
CONNOR: They're right on time.
You know how to use that?
We'll see.
* *
This moment's been a long time coming.
You might want to
stand down behind the vehicle here.
* *
Hey now.
Don't be shy.
- Booster, tell me you got this handled.
- Connor and one of the deputy's got it blocked off
and they got guns.
What do you want us to do?
You go right through them
and burn that place down.
RP: Go around the bend.
Call 'em off Jeremiah!
[APPLAUSE]
- Your parents are gonna be fine, honey.
Promise you that right now.
- Come and get me, you cowards!
RP: Hey, call 'em off.
Now!
* *
- Their shorts might be getting a little tight.
Think so?
MAXX: I think you're right.
Well??!
Back inside!
[ENGINE IDLING]
* *
- That was easier than I thought.
MAXX: Nicely done.
You too, deputy.
RYAN: He's got Elli up against this wall here, on a bench.
And then, the sheriff and your agent are on the floor,
- up against this wall here. - Are the doors accessible?
- The back door he keeps locked and the front door,
he keeps this one chained.
Now, if you wanna, you know,
take him out, uh...
this window here, that's your best bet.
He peeks out of the right side, from time to time.
It might be hard to see him, but oh!
If you have like a sniper set up or something-
- you could- - No. My dad is making progress with him.
Okay? He was already able to talk him into releasing us--
RYAN: Maddie, that's only because he was able to convince
that psycho that it was in his own best interest to do so.
BLADE: No, no. She's right.
RP: Look, if he's being reasonable, we need to exhaust
all diplomatic options before we go in heavy.
Agreed.
That's going to be up to Mr. Padgett.
* *
POWELL: You guys really like cutting it
down to the wire, don't they?
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
- It's the FBI. [CELL PHONE RINGS]
- Answer it. - This is Agent Yates,
you're on speaker with Mr. Padgett.
- Sir, this is Special Agent Franklin. I'm speaking to you
from right outside the building.
POWELL: Welcome to the party.
AGENT FRANKLIN: Firstly, I've been asked to pass along that
the situation between your father
and Jeremiah Wade has been remedied.
Good.
What about him staying in his home?
AGENT FRANKLIN: Conversations with the State Department, they're working
as fast as they can; they're going to require more time--
POWELL: I think one hour is plenty of time to meet my demands.
AGENT FRANKLIN: Mr. Padgett, I've been briefed on your demands.
What you're asking for involves input
from judges and lawyers. And in this instance, politicians.
It's a complicated process, but
they're endeavoring to find a solution.
- You've got thirty more minutes.
- Okay? - Thank you.
Appreciate you being flexible on the matter. - 30 minutes
Otherwise I can't make any promises about this resolving peacefully.
AGENT FRANKLIN: I understand. POWELL: 30 minutes.
Clock's ticking.
Hang up.
* *
[CLOSES DOOR]
* *
[DRAGGING CHAIR]
- Sorry I dragged your family into this.
Where'd you serve?
Afghanistan.
What years?
- In and out, 04 to 12.
Third Batt?
Yeah.
JUSTIN: Did you know Tom Miller?
Sergeant Major Miller?
Yeah, that guy saved my butt more than a few times.
Mine too.
I don't miss the circus.
I miss the clowns.
[DEEP BREATH IN AND OUT]
POWELL: Yeah it was the um...
the thought of coming back to that house
back to my wife and my son.
[DEEP BREATH IN AND OUT]
It's what got me through that.
JUSTIN: Where is your family now?
She took my boy to Texas.
I don't blame her.
The man she married...
I left him over there.
Came back a stranger with a hair trigger, you know?
* *
I don't- I don't- I don't mean to do it.
I just-
you know, snap sometimes.
Yeah, a lot of the men that I served with they-
had a hard time
re-acclimating.
You're not alone.
I'm about to be.
I lost my dad
five years ago.
Cancer.
He was my rock when I went through my divorce.
I lost everything that mattered to me,
and he was there for me.
When he got sick,
I wasn't there for him.
I was too busy working.
The cancer had-
had took him fast,
I never got a chance to say goodbye.
Don't you make that mistake.
Don't you let your father die alone.
* *
Yeah, I got to be honest with you. I don't-
think they're gonna give you what you want.
The odds are just not good.
Is that true?
- Historically, the Bureau is reticent to have the press
to have them acknowledge the fact that they gave into
any hostage-taker's demands.
- I know another way that I can keep your father in that house.
I can stall.
- What do you mean? - I'm the sheriff.
I have to fill out an extensive report about that property.
And when go out there,
maybe I can find a Gopher frog
or some other endangered species.
I mean, I can uncover some historical document that says
that your home, it's on some ancient burial ground.
Hey, I don't know exactly what I'll do but you have my word,
if you walk out there with me right now,
I'll do everything I can
to stall the government
from taking possession of your home.
- Yeah but- they're gonna want to
get him out of the house so that it doesn't look
like they're giving me what I want.
- Maybe not if you counter it with some good press.
Get the general public on your side;
create some sympathy for what you're going through.
- How am I supposed to do that?
I'm gonna go straight to jail as soon as I walk out of here.
- We can get it out for you.
I bet you there's a news crew outside right now that would
absolutely love a one-on-one interview with any of us.
We would talk to them for you.
I would go talk to them.
* [OMINOUS MUSIC] *
[GUNSHOT] [BETH GASPS]
- You set me up!! - I didn't,
- I had no-- - POWELL: Everything you just said
all of that about the media, helping me get my story out,
that was all a set up so you could get your sniper shot off!
- RP: Hey! What was that? - Sniper had a shot and he took it.
We think he missed. We're gonna have to breach.
- RP: I'm coming in with you-- - This is an FBI operation.
- I'm going to be the first one through that door,
you understand me?
BETH: I didn't- POWELL: I'm done talking.
They need to know that they cannot treat their citizens
- that way. - No, no, no...
don't! Don't!
- 30 seconds to breach. Let's go gentlemen.
Get ready. Final checks.
Think about your son.
Is this how you want him to remember you?
20 seconds.
JUSTIN: What about your father? His last memory being this?
Every good thing you've ever done in your life,
will be forgotten.
This will be your legacy.
10 seconds!
Go! Go! Go!
ELLI: Powell! [OAR STRIKES POWELL] [POWELL GRUNTS]
[FALLS TO THE FLOOR]
* *
[ELLI BREATHES HEAVILY]
[BETH BREATHES HEAVILY]
[ELLI WHIMPERS SLIGHTLY]
- Hold on. Hold, we're good. They're clear.
* *
BETH: Watch your head.
* *
[MADDIE LAUGHS HAPPILY]
* *
- I'm glad you're safe.
RP: ...reckless. JEREMIAH: Now, all's well that ends well, right Sheriff?
[PUNCH] [JEREMIAH GRUNTS]
- If you want to press charges,
speak with one of my deputies.
* *
I reckon had that coming.
[GIGGLING]
* *
- Glad your son's okay, you old fool.
- You just wrote a check that you cannot cash.
- Oh, is that what I did? - That is what you did.
By cleaning up your mess.
JEREMIAH: You have started a war.
CONNOR: Looking forward to it.
- Oh really? - Yeah!
Well, I will oblige.
* *
JUSTIN: Excuse me. I'm uh-
- Justin? - Gonna take him to county.
- Sorry, he's officially a federal prisoner.
- I got some unfinished business I need to discuss
with him. Come on. BETH: It's fine with me.
- You got it. - Whatever. Just make sure he gets there in one piece.
BETH: We'll follow behind him.
* *
[ENGINE STARTS]
* *
JUSTIN: We're going to have to make this quick.
* *
If I take off these cuffs, I'm not going to regret it am I?
No. You have my word.
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JUSTIN: I promise you...
that I will stall the government
from taking possession of your home.
[OXYGEN ASSISTED BREATHING]
Thank you.
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Hey pops.
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- Wow. You are one pain in the butt, you know that.
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I've been told.
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[BELLS RING] JUSTIN: Hello.
Maddie told me to pick her up here.
But you're on a date.
About to be.
Okay.
I'm gonna leave before Ryan gets here.
Why would you do that?
JUSTIN: No offense,
but it's been a long day and the last person
I want to see is Ryan.
Well...
I agree.
That's why I broke up with him.
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I'm sorry to hear that.
[JUSTIN CHUCKLES]
[ELLI CHUCKLES]
[MADDIE CLEARS HER THROAT]
- You two take a seat and I'll be right back.
- Yes ma'am. - Thank you, ma'am.
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Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You need to hold your horses there, cowboy.
This is a first date.
A second, first date.
All right, semantics aside,
this is not an official do-over.
- Well, what is it, officially?
ELLI: I don't know. It's a...
Let's take it slow, and see how things go and maybe...
sometime down the road, I'd be open to the possibility of
something.
- I think you missed your calling writing greeting cards.
- All right, well, those are my conditions.
So, do you accept?
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I do.
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Uh, you did not kiss me like that on our first, first date.
- I wasn't trying to make up for lost time.
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