-[♪ suspenseful music playing] -[♪ whistling tune]
[Taylor Thompson] Listen up!
The big day is almost here,
so I need each one of you to lock in.
You got no chance, chumps.
Yeah, we'll see who's laughing
when I put this biscuit in the basket, Doc.
Three, two... [whistle blows]
[♪ energetic music playing]
♪♪
[♪ music grows suspenseful]
[both grunting]
-[groans] -[Taylor] Damn, Blue.
It's just practice.
I'm so sorry. I lost control.
Are you okay?
[Blue panting]
[Ryan laughs]
Blue!
Blue, this is good. You're the missing piece.
-I am? -Yes.
We've been getting our butts kicked by the cops the last two years.
[Roxie Alba] It's about time we gave them
the beatdown they so richly deserve.
Isn't this game for charity?
I mean, it's for a good cause,
but that don't mean we don't wanna put the hurt on 'em.
And now that we have an enforcer, we will.
Does it matter I can't skate worth a lick?
What are you talking about, dude?
You're a regular Lemieux.
[Blue grunts]
We can work on that.
[Blue groaning]
Well, the good news is, you'll have till next year
to do it.
What? Why?
[Don Hart] Chief just called.
Because the game is being played
in-district for us tomorrow,
he would like the 113 to remain on duty during the game.
So, we're getting punished 'cause it's in our backyard?
-Rigged! -I seriously smell a conspiracy.
Well, don't worry about it.
We'll get 'em next year.
-Whoa! -Huh?
No fair. I wasn't ready.
You're part of the 113. You need to always be ready.
Ryan, get your brother up.
I want him doing figure-eights in the apparatus bay
until lunchtime.
[Blue grunting]
Thought you said we didn't have another game for a year.
Well, I also said you need to be ready.
Come on. You heard the man.
Just hold on to me, B.
We'll get you where you need to go.
That's gonna be a project.
Well, that sucks.
[Don] Yeah. You know what sucks even worse?
Department quarterly reports due at the end of the week.
No. Already?
I'm up to my elbows. Uh, that reminds me.
I need your equipment and expense record.
Yep. Just let me know
if there's anything I can do to take the load off.
-[cell phone buzzing] -Appreciate that,
but it all has to go through me.
High cost of being the boss.
-Hello? -[automated voice] This is a collect call
from an inmate at Bransford Correctional Facility.
-To accept-- -[disconnects call]
[cell phone buzzing]
[♪ suspenseful music playing]
[beeps]
Cap, you alright?
[♪ suspenseful music continues]
[heartbeat thumping]
Yeah, that, um...
Uh, it's-- Just a telemarketer, uh...
[♪ suspenseful music continues]
[radio chirping, static buzzing]
-♪ I'm not drunk ♪ -[car horns honking]
♪ I'm just drinking ♪
-♪ I'm not stoned ♪ -[driver 1] Get off the road!
-[Willy] Whoo! -[onlookers shouting]
-♪ I'm just thinking ♪ -[Willy laughing]
[driver 2] Come on, you gotta be kidding me!
Oh, God!
♪ Thinking about what used to be ♪
[driver 3] Get off the street!
[siren whooping]
[Officer Florian] [on PA] Pull the lift off the road.
Go around!
[Officer Florian] Pull off the road!
This is as fast as she goes.
[tires screeching]
♪♪
[drivers shouting]
-Sir. -[horns honking]
Please step off the lift.
I will do no such thing.
I have as much right to be driving this vehicle
as anybody else on the road.
You don't actually, because it's not your vehicle.
Your employer just reported it stolen.
And I'd like to give you a sobriety test
because you appear to be intoxicated.
Well, looks can be deceive-oning.
And my employer just replaced me with a robot
so he can kiss my newly unemployed ass.
If you don't wanna add any new charges,
I suggest you turn the engine off
and step down now.
Or what?
I'll be forced to remove you.
I'd like to see you try.
Have it your way. [sighs]
[♪ whimsical music playing]
[hydraulics whirring]
Uh-oh. Too slow.
[Willy laughs]
Sir, do you really wanna do this out here
in front of all these people?
There are children watching.
[onlookers shouting]
You're right, I don't.
Sorry, Officer!
[♪ whimsical music continues]
Oh! Uh-oh! [laughs]
Just kiddin'.
You know what?
You, ma'am, may kiss
my newly unemployed ass.
[laughing]
Yeah, I'm gonna need the fire department.
[siren wailing]
[Willy] Elevator goes down.
Elevator goes up!
Up, up, and away!
Hello.
Well, looks like we found the jester of Titans Way.
-He's 30 feet up. -At least.
Hey, who wants to see me chug?!
Why don't you get the ladder up there?
[crowd cheering]
-Rox, crowd control. -[Willy laughs]
Blue, Taylor, inflate that cushion.
Come on up here to the unemployment zone.
[Roxie] Alright, folks!
I need you to stand back.
Stand back!
-Captain Hart. Good to see you. -Officer.
Top of Nashville, Ma!
[clattering]
[crowd] Oh!
[laughing]
PD negotiator is on the way to talk him down,
but I wasn't sure if you wanted to go up
and get him before he falls.
Nope.
What are you gonna do? Huh?
We're not gonna need to.
[Willy] Ah, you can't come get me.
Come on up if you think you got a pair.
Come on up. Come on--
-Oh. Wait. -[hydraulics whirring]
Oh! No fair!
Brake release valve.
[Willy] Unfair, man!
-No! -[Don chuckles]
He's all yours.
♪ I gotta get on my way ♪
-[bell ringing] -[Blue Bennings] Y'all get in here.
Y'all get to try the Bennings family chicken and dumplings.
Mama didn't give me her voice,
but she did pass down the next best thing.
-This recipe. -I will be the judge of that.
-You will? -Mm-hmm.
Alright.
[indistinct announcement on station PA]
Mm! Mama taught you right.
-Mm-hmm. -We should get Cap in on this.
Yeah, I don't think he's in a sampling mood.
[Ryan Hart] Yeah, he's working on those quarterlies.
-Lord knows he hates paperwork. -[Taylor] Truth.
Last fall, he was a walking migraine.
Still, I don't remember him ever working with a door closed.
[♪ mischievous music playing]
Tay, you got a little...
I get it?
Hold still.
♪♪
[Taylor] Thanks, B.
That was delicious.
You just wait till lunch.
Got a little something extra for ya.
Mm. I'ma go touch up.
You do that.
I will.
[exhales deeply] No.
No? No what?
Just... no.
He's really gonna make us say it.
I don't know what y'all are talking about.
You are fishing off the company pier, my friend.
You're making goo-goo eyes at Taylor.
-Y'all could see that? -Yes.
A blind man riding a horse backwards could see it, Blue.
Okay. It's true.
But since the moment I met her,
I knew there was something special about her, you guys.
Oh, God.
Is it illegal to be interested in your coworker?
No, it's not illegal, just a bad idea.
You're one mixed signal away from an HR nightmare.
[Ryan] You have worked so hard to get where you are.
You wanna risk that?
Look, I'm telling you this as your lieutenant...
but also as your big brother, man.
You gotta shut this down before somebody gets hurt, okay?
I've seen it happen too many times.
You're right.
I'll shut it down.
[Agent Nick Turner] My wife was so type A.
Ashley loved her to-do lists.
She would literally put everything on there.
Like, brush your teeth...
-[laughter] -...write a brief, do yoga,
do a little... little you-know-what.
-No, she did not. -Hey, my kinda gal.
-[laughter] -[Turner] Trust me...
she finished that list in the morning,
I knew exactly how good my evening was gonna be.
[laughter]
It had to be on the list, though.
It had to be on the list.
Oh, man. I used to tease her about it all the time,
and she would just say, there's no better way
to kick off the day than feeling like you accomplished something.
So... after the accident,
I was, you know, I...
I couldn't get out of bed for weeks.
And then one day I just...
[snaps fingers] ...I had the idea
to make my own to-do list.
It had exactly one line-item on it, "Make a to-do list."
But at least I'd, you know, I had accomplished something.
Next day I added an item...
"Get out of bed."
And then, uh, it just kinda grew from there.
And now, thanks to Ashley and her lists,
here I am today leading this group, so...
[applause]
Some of you may have noticed a new face with us.
I want you all to welcome my friend, Cammie.
[group] Hi, Cammie.
Cammie and I met, uh, just trying to save Nashville
from the CyberPocalypse. No big deal.
[laughter]
Well, thank you for having me, Agent Turner.
It's just Nick here.
[soft laughter]
Alright, Cammie, you wanna tell us a little about yourself?
Oh, um...
Uh, I...
lost my husband, Mark, three years ago.
I, I, I've never done anything like this,
so I don't have a pithy story planned.
I'm...
I don't talk about this much with other people.
But that's why you're here, right? So... so you can.
Maybe start with something you miss about him?
Oh, um...
I'm drawing a blank. Why am I drawing a blank?
[Turner] Just anything that's, you know, it's...
There's no wrong answers.
What did y'all like doing most together?
[♪ somber music playing]
I guess I miss just...
sitting on the couch together,
you know, watching TV...
and being...
you know, intimate.
[Archie] Now we're talking.
[Sloane] Whoo. Right to the good stuff.
-I love it. Lay it on us, girl. -[laughter]
No, I didn't mean it like that.
But you didn't not mean it like that.
[laughter]
Uh...
You know what? I... I think I need a break.
-[Archie] Oh, no... -I got it.
Cammie, hold up.
This is a mistake.
No, look, hey, that's my bad
for putting you on the spot to speak like that.
-I'm sorry. -Well, that's the whole point, right?
It is. But I know we can all be a little much,
especially Archie.
-Yeah. [exhales] -[Turner chuckles]
I promise you, everybody in that room is good people.
I don't doubt it. It's just...
This isn't what I expected.
Well, what did you expect?
Oh, I don't know. A grief group, not a roast?
[laughs] Well, I think you'll find it's hard
to tell the difference sometimes.
[sighs]
I just don't feel comfortable laughing about my late husband
in front of a room full of strangers.
Well... they won't be strangers for long.
Not if you come back inside.
Look, Cammie, I know it's uncomfortable at first, but...
there's a reason they say laughter is the best medicine.
There's nothing like it to help you let go.
That's the thing. I...
I don't wanna let go.
Right.
Bye, Agent Turner.
[Turner] Bye, Cammie.
And it's just...
Just Nick here.
Goodbye, Nick.
♪♪
[door opens, shuts]
[grunting softly]
-Oh. Hey, Taylor. -Hey, B.
Working up quite a sweat there.
I can towel it off for you.
Oh, no. I was just gonna ask if you wanted me to spot you.
Oh, no. I'd never put you in that position.
Or any position.
You want the bench? It's yours.
Well, I mean, I was gonna do some flies, but you're...
You're in the middle of your set.
Oh, it's all good.
I'll just do you after.
Do it after you.
I am so sorry. That was like one of those Freudian slips.
Do you know what a Freudian slip is?
No. Wait.
More like a slip of the tongue,
which I also never realized sounded very inappropriate.
And I do apologize.
You know what?
I'm just gonna leave you to your workout.
-Good day. -[Taylor] "Good day"?
Blue, are you feeling alright?
You're acting weird.
Really? Am I?
To be honest, lately, I've been feeling
this massive build up of... lactic acid.
-Lactic acid? -Mm-hmm.
Yeah, it can happen from diabetic ketoacidosis
which now that I think about it
can actually be life-threatening.
So, I better go take my glucose reading.
You can't check it on your phone?
-Totally. -[Taylor] Alright.
-Eight-eight. -So, normal.
[Blue] Which is good because, you know,
Mama gets very ornery when I let it spike.
How is she, by the way? Your mama.
She's good. She's about to have her surgery.
-That's good. -[Blue] Yeah.
I was worried about her. Her voice is incredible.
Last night, I went down the hole of all of her YouTube videos.
-No kidding. -That acoustic set at the Bluebird Cafe
with Keith Urban is everything.
The Bluebird's always been Mama's favorite.
-[Taylor] Really? -Why do you think she named me Blue?
Oh! Okay.
Can you believe I've never been?
That is crazy. You gotta go.
I guess part of me was just waiting for the right occasion.
Would you maybe think about going sometime?
You mean with you?
Yeah.
Just to be clear and for record-keeping purposes,
are you asking if I would like to go to the Bluebird with you?
I mean, don't go expecting
an invitation on card stock, but...
Yeah.
Yeah, I would love to!
Okay. So it's happening.
It's happening.
Okay!
♪♪
[hands smack]
-I will see you later. -[Taylor] Bye.
Oh.
[insects chirping]
[Mark] [on voicemail] Hey, it's Mark.
Sorry you missed me. I'm the worst.
-[phone beeps] -Hey, babe.
I owe you an apology.
I went to that grief group I told you about and...
the leader asked me what I missed about you,
and I drew a complete blank.
Don't be mad.
It must have been stage fright
because I promise there is no shortage of things
I miss about you.
I miss...
[exhales deeply] I miss your smile.
I miss the smell of your hair.
I miss the way you'd rub my feet at night when they were cold.
Just your hands...
touching me, holding me.
[scoffs]
How could I let any of that go?
And how can I share that with a room full of strangers?
♪♪
I miss all of you, Mark.
So much.
I love you.
Good night.
[kiss smacks]
[exhales]
-[♪ upbeat music playing] -[gunshots]
[shooter] Pull!
[clay pigeon zooming]
[gunshots]
[shooter] Pull!
♪♪
Okay. I think I'm ready.
Pull.
If you think you're ready, you're not ready, Daisy.
No, I am. I'm ready. Pull.
Your mouth is saying "ready,"
but your posture tells me otherwise.
What is wrong with my posture?
Head stooped, feet narrow, shoulders hunched.
I mean, it's a classic meek stance.
See her over there? Nice wide base.
Head up, chest out, shoulders back.
[gunshot]
That's what you call a Superwoman pose.
That's where we wanna be.
Yeah, well, I've always been a Marvel girl,
so can we please just pull?
Are you asking or telling?
If you don't own your space,
that pigeon's gonna sail right past you.
Well, you do know everything.
I... Is there something you wanna say to me, Daisy?
I've been saying it. Pull.
[Jerry] When your boss passed you over at Dice and Draughts,
what reason did she give you?
That I didn't have enough main character energy
to be head wench.
Right. And we both know you deserved it.
[gunshots continue]
I only wish you believed in yourself
-as much as I believe in you. -[Daisy sighing]
If I could teach you anything today,
it's that trapshooting isn't just trapshooting.
It's a metaphor for life.
You need to own your own space
and have the guts to say what's wrong.
I told you nothing is wrong.
I just wanna shoot something--
[gun fires]
[Jerry yelps]
Oh, my God, Jerry! Are you okay?
[Jerry] It just grazed me.
Thank God you're a lousy shot.
[screams]
[siren wailing]
[♪ tense music playing]
Hey, Jalen.
Hey, Boo.
Where's Captain Hart?
Holed up at the station doing paperwork.
What do we got?
He's Jerry, she's Daisy.
Seemed like a domestic, but both say it's an accident.
Jerry, help is here.
I think there's something wrong with my eye.
[Roxie] We're gonna take care of you.
How's your pain?
It's not great.
Okay, Tay,
-push ten mils of morphine. -Mm-hmm.
Can you cover your left eye and tell me what you see?
[stammering] Nothing. It's just inky black.
How bad is it? Is it... It's bad, right?
Yeah, looks like orbital compartment syndrome.
Good news is there's no globe puncture.
That means the eye is still intact.
Why can't he see?
Well, the bulging tells me that there's pressure on the eye from behind.
Hematoma, buildup of blood.
And if it keeps swelling,
he could lose his eyesight for good.
Is there anything that you can do?
Yeah, but it's gonna be unpleasant.
Tay, let's prep him for a lateral canthotomy.
-Here? -[Roxie] It's our only chance to save his vision.
[Taylor] Alright, light poke here, Jerry.
[Jerry whimpers]
Okay, trust me, buddy, you do not wanna move.
[Taylor] This should numb it.
[monitor beeping]
[Roxie] I'm gonna make a small cut to the ligament around the eye,
which will allow the blood trapped back there to be released.
Okay? Just take a deep breath.
-[inhaling deeply] -[beeping continues]
[eye squelching]
[Jalen groans]
[Roxie] Alright. Can you see anything out of that eye yet?
[Jerry muttering]
It's still dark.
I'm gonna have to cut a bit more.
[♪ tense music playing]
I'm so sorry I hurt you, Jer.
Enough of the "I'm sorries."
This is what happens when you don't speak your truth.
People get shot in the face.
[Roxie] Cutting the inferior crus.
Okay. Pressure releasing.
[♪ slow, tense music playing]
How many fingers, Jerry?
Uh, three.
Alright. He was once blind, but now he sees.
Alright, let's package him for travel.
Alright, Tay, can you collect the biohazard trash?
Daisy, you can ride with us.
[Ryan] Help Taylor with the cleanup.
Doc, great work. I'll see you back at the station.
Yeah.
How you feel, Daisy?
Do you see why you need to work on owning your space?
[Daisy] You were right.
I think I'm finally ready to take the next step.
To getting married?
To break up with you.
Oh. What--
[sighs] Nothing like a modern-day romance.
-Thank God I'm not single. -[Taylor] Hmm.
-See you tonight, Boo. -Bye, baby.
See you later, Blue.
See ya.
So, you're the famous Blue.
I've heard a lot about you, man.
You two seem close.
[Jalen] I would hope so.
We live together.
[♪ slow, dramatic music playing]
[♪ peppy music playing]
-[cheering] -Let's go, guys!
[players shouting]
[player whoops]
[both grunting]
[Blythe Hart] Oh. That's right!
When you mess with Fire, you get burned, Officer!
-Yep! -Really?
Blythe, this is meant to be a friendly game
to raise money for muscular dystrophy.
I know, I know, but it doesn't mean we can't whoop the PD's butts
-while we're doing it. -[exhales]
With 113 on shift today,
I mean, I told Don that we'd represent.
Well, technically, as a dispatcher,
I'm supposed to be neutral.
[Blythe] Yeah, that's my girl.
-Cheers. -Cheers.
♪♪
[crowd cheering and shouting]
[players grunting]
-Cammie? -[exhales]
Yeah?
Is everything okay?
Yeah. Why? What... What do you... Why?
[crowd] Ohh!
You know, I am kinda spun up today.
Did I tell you that I got invited to a grief group?
-No. No, you didn't. -Ugh!
Invited by who?
This guy. [sighs]
A guy?
Uh, don't worry about the guy.
If you must know, it's the FBI agent
who investigated the cyber attack.
Oh, was he cute?
Again, the guy is not the point here, okay?
Okay. Yeah, no, he was cute.
Okay, alright, go on. Continue. Continue.
Anyway, I went.
-And? -Debacle.
-Oh, no. -Mm-hmm.
I can imagine how it would get real heavy real quick.
Oh, no, it was the opposite.
Most of the time they were laughing their asses off.
-Really? -Yeah.
This guy said that laughter is a way of letting go,
but... [scoffs]
...it felt more like comedy club than grief group.
Oh. Well, you know what?
You could use some more laughs in your life, Cammie.
It's, it's time to start letting go.
I've let go of plenty.
I sent my kids to college, I switched careers.
You still leave Mark voicemails.
[♪ somber music playing]
You don't know what it's like.
I lost him, too, you know.
Mark was your husband, but he was my big brother.
You don't think I think about him every day?
You're right.
I don't mean to hoard the grief.
I know you don't, honey.
But, as your best friend,
I feel obligated to tell you something
that I don't think you wanna hear.
Mark's dead.
And you're not.
[crowd cheering]
[phone chimes]
Oh, damn it all to hell!
Ry, what's wrong?
O'Malley just texted.
-Cops beat us six to two. -[tuts]
Cap's not gonna be happy about that one.
It's a good thing he's holed up in his office.
I'm never gonna hear the end of it from Jalen.
Like when you get home tonight?
Yeah. He's relentless.
He seems like a good guy, though.
He's the best.
So, how long have you two known each other?
Shoot. Going on three years now.
Stems back from our academy days.
We've been attached at the hip ever since.
Well, that's a little bit more information than I needed.
What's that supposed to mean?
You know what it means.
Let's just say he was very happy to see you.
[Taylor chuckles]
[Taylor] Blue, you alright?
I'm great.
[oven door slams]
[dish thuds]
Well, what are we having?
Tuna can casserole.
[♪ whimsical music playing]
Well, if it's one of your mama's old recipes,
I'm excited to try it.
It's not. This one's from her ex, Boogie.
-[bell rings] -Lunch is up!
-I'll get Cap. -Don't bother.
He said he didn't wanna be disturbed.
[Roxie] That's weird.
Probably still grinding on those quarterlies.
I'll just grab him a plate of...
What is that exactly?
Boogie surprise.
[clicking]
[♪ somber music playing]
[lighter clicks]
[door opens]
What's going on, Rox?
Afraid I have bad news, Cap.
Just heard the Cops beat us six-two.
Oh, that's too bad.
And here I thought you'd need Blue's tuna casserole
to cheer you up.
I don't think that's gonna cheer anybody up.
I-I told him I'm gonna work through lunch,
so unless there's anything else, I...
I'll be honest, I've been noticing a couple red flags, Cap.
Red flags with who?
[Roxie] With you.
In all the years I've worked here,
you've never once not showed up for a house meal,
even when you weren't eating.
Rox, I'm on a bit of a deadline.
So, uh, what exactly are you worried about?
I noticed your hands looked shaky yesterday.
You were flush.
Breathing rapidly.
-Irritable. -Irritable? [scoffs]
Those could all be signs of PTSD.
You think I have PTSD?
Do you?
Your hands started to quake and you got all clammy
when you pushed that call yesterday.
If I didn't know any better,
I'd say it looked like a trigger.
Was that really a telemarketer calling you?
Again, I appreciate your concern,
but, frankly, it's none of your business.
Understood, sir.
♪♪
Do you want the door open or--
Closed, please.
[♪ ballpark organ music playing]
[commentator] Anderson looks like
he can smell blood on the mound.
Here comes the wind-up.
Strike two!
Ramirez hacks at the pitch
and drops down to oh and two.
-It's been a tough day for him. -[exhales sharply]
Come on, Ramirez! Don't chase it.
[sighs] I can't believe he's gonna strike out
on his last at-bat with the Mockingbirds.
-Ramirez is leaving? -[David] Mm-hmm.
Oh, no. He's your favorite.
Well, he's getting called up to the majors.
-Hmm. -All I wanted for my birthday was for him to get a hit.
[umpire yells indistinctly]
Aw, honey.
You don't wanna put that kinda pressure on it.
[♪ bright music playing]
And here comes the pitch.
[ball whooshing]
[echoing crack]
[♪ bright music swells]
Ramirez with a swing and a deep drive to right field!
-David, it's coming this way! -[David] I got it.
-[Emma] It's coming this way! -[David] I got it.
[commentator] Way back...
-I got it! -[Emma] Oh!
[David] I got it.
[commentator] It's gone!
[people cheering]
-I got it! [laughs] -[Emma screams, cheers]
[crowd cheering]
[laughing] Happy birthday, Son!
Oh, best birthday ever!
Ah, come on. I love you, buddy.
[Phil] That's my ball.
Hey! Your ball? That's my son's ball.
-Your son's ball? -[David] Yeah, it's his birthday.
Then take him to get a present at the team store.
[Max] We got it first. That's not fair.
Quit your whining, you spoiled brat.
-Hey! -Hey, would you stop that? You're acting crazy, man.
Don't call me crazy!
-Let go! -You let go!
-[♪ tense music playing] -[grunting]
[ringing on monitor]
Uh, where are you, ma'am?
And what theft are we talking about here?
First Horizon Park. This guy stole our ball.
This is about a baseball?
I'm telling you, this guy's a psycho.
Ma'am, do me a favor.
Turn the screen towards them so they can see me.
-[both grunting] -No, you let it go.
[grunting continues]
[Cammie Raleigh] [on phone] Hi, guys. Hi.
Hi, there. Hi.
I'm Cammie. I'm a 9-1-1 operator.
Listen, we're all too grown
to be fighting over a ball, okay?
It's not just any ball, it's a home run ball
by my boy's favorite player on his birthday.
And this nutjob's claiming he had a divine right to it.
No, it landed in seat 24. That's my wife's seat.
He's lying. Nobody's in the seat!
That's because she's in an urn over my fireplace.
And this ball is gonna go right next to her.
All these years we've been coming here,
she never got a ball.
Alright? So let go.
-No, you let go. -[Phil] Let go!
-Alright, listen. -[David] No!
It sounds like you both have
really good reasons to want the ball,
but neither is worth going to jail.
I see the police are on their way from right field.
So, there's still time to resolve this like adults.
Well, I don't care. Fair is fair.
[David] Come on, what's fair is it belongs to my son.
-[Max] Dad, just let go. -[grunting]
-[Phil screams] -[crowd gasps]
Oh...
[Emma gasps]
[Phil groaning]
Think you better call an ambulance.
Yep, already on it.
-[siren wailing] -[Phil groaning]
[microwave whirring]
[Mark] [on voicemail] Hey, it's Mark.
Sorry you missed me. I'm the worst.
-[microwave beeps] -[Cammie] Hey, babe.
You would never believe the call I took today.
This guy got in a fight with a little boy's dad
over a home run ball at a game.
I tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn't let go.
Anyway, he fell over the wall and he broke his tailbone,
but it could have been so much worse.
He could have died.
[♪ somber music playing]
[sighs deeply]
If I don't start letting go, what's gonna become of me?
[♪ somber music continues]
[exhales deeply]
[zipper buzzes]
[Ryan] Hey, dude.
Hey.
Night, Ry.
You, uh, wanna grab a beer?
Nah, I think I'm just gonna head home.
You're good though, yeah?
You look a little... blue, Blue.
I'm fine.
Just remind me to always listen to my big brother.
Can do.
Hey, B.
Hi, Taylor.
I love the fit.
Thank you.
Yours is, uh, nice too.
"Nice."
What every girl aspires to.
Well, good night.
[softly] Good night.
Uh, did I do something to offend you?
What? No.
Okay, then what's with the chilly vibes?
[exhales sharply]
Look, you didn't do anything wrong.
I have a confession,
but I want you to know if it makes you feel in any way unsafe,
we can reach out to an FD sensitivity specialist.
[laughs] I have done open mics at Tootsies.
There's nothing that you could do to make me feel unsafe.
-[exhales heavily] -What's up?
This is awkward.
But I've developed feelings for you.
-Oh. -Feelings beyond a professional capacity.
Oh, boy.
You've just been so kind to me
since the moment I got here.
Having my back. Showing me the ropes.
You are so talented and funny and beautiful.
Boy, you gonna make me blush.
Um, you do know it's a terrible idea
to woo your coworkers?
I know.
And I'm not wooing.
-[chuckles] -Ry and Rox warned me already,
it's a quick way to land in HR jail.
That mixed signals and misunderstandings
happen all the time in the workplace.
They do happen. Yes.
And that's exactly what happened to me.
But I want you to know that this is the last time
you'll hear of it.
Because after this moment,
I'm gonna squash those feelings.
Okay.
Well, thank you for your honesty.
Um... that took a lot of guts.
-Thank you for saying that. -Mm-hmm.
And thank you for being so classy about it.
I feel so much better.
And for the record, I'd still love to go to the Bluebird
with you, as friends.
If you want. Yeah.
I do. We should totally invite Jalen.
We can. Mm...
I don't know if he'd want to, though.
He doesn't like live music?
He does.
Just, he likes to spend his nights off
with his boyfriend.
-His boyfriend? -Mm-hmm.
I thought y'all were together.
Oh, we live together.
Rent in Nashville's crazy expensive,
but he's like my brother.
Oh, my God.
I really stepped in it this time, didn't I?
You did.
But... it's okay.
I feel the same way about you.
So, you know, let it rip.
Wait. What?
[Taylor] Good night, B.
I thought you said it was a bad idea to date coworkers.
[Taylor] A terrible one.
-What have you done? -[door closes]
You know, I may have to take you up on that beer after all.
-[Blue sighs] -[Ryan chuckles]
[knock on door]
Cap, I didn't realize you were still here.
Yeah, come on in.
I'm, uh, just finishing up the last report
on individual training hours.
Blue really racked 'em up this quarter. I...
[chuckles] He may have set a new department record.
I'm not surprised.
And with that signature...
I'm officially free of paperwork for the next three months.
Congratulations.
-[exhales deeply] -Hope you're going somewhere fun to celebrate.
Just a nice whiskey at home. Put my feet up.
[Roxie] Sounds like heaven.
Oh, uh, this came for you.
Probie must have mixed it in with the mail.
How much snail mail do we get that he could have mixed it up?
I think he's been in a bit of a fog lately.
Uh-huh. Well, thanks, Rox.
Why don't you get out of here, alright?
Have a good--
[Don breathing heavily]
[Roxie] Cap...
You okay?
[♪ tense music playing]
I'm good.
[heartbeat thumping]
-Oh... -[Roxie] Cap?
Cap!
[monitor beeping, muffled]
Easy, Cap. Easy.
-You're okay. -[Don exhales deeply]
Well, this is embarrassing.
[Roxie] There's nothing to feel bad about.
[Don] Yeah, says the person not lying on the floor.
I'm assuming no cardiac event?
[Roxie] No. Your wavelengths were normal,
but your heart rate was off the charts.
Well, it looks okay now.
-But did anyone-- -I closed the door.
Thank you.
We'll keep this in-house, but...
-[Don grunts] -...I have to ask.
Do you have any history of panic attacks?
[sighs]
Only one.
♪♪
Cap...
by any chance does that letter have any connection
to the person who called you the other day?
When your hands started to shake?
Yes.
It's from the man who killed my family.
Do you know what he wants?
He wants to talk.
I've been with a lot of women in the 27 years
since Betty passed,
but to this day,
not one of them could hold a candle to my Betty.
The things she could do.
-[laughter] -Okay. Alright.
We get it, Archie. She was limber.
[Turner] Thanks, Arch, for that heartfelt
and very expansive account.
[door opens]
Cammie.
Hi.
[Turner] It's so good to see you.
-Sorry we're late. -No, it's alright. It's alright.
[Cammie] Uh, this is my sister-in-law, Blythe.
-Hello. -[Turner] Welcome.
Welcome. Um... Yeah, please.
Please.
Come on in.
-I knew he was gonna be cute. -Shut up.
Okay.
Who wants to share next?
Uh...
I'll go.
-Really? Okay. -[Cammie] Hmm.
You wanna tell us what brought you back here tonight?
Well, I was sitting down to dinner,
leaving my husband a voicemail.
I do that.
Well, at least I used to.
Um... I canceled his service tonight after three years.
I'm so proud of you.
Wow.
What gave you the courage to do that?
Uh, let's call it a nudge from a friend.
[soft laughter]
Mark wouldn't want me sitting home alone,
talking to myself
-in an empty house. -[Blythe] Mm-mm.
And, um...
just because he's not here to listen anymore
doesn't mean that... others aren't ready to.
[Turner] That's right. That's what we do.
We're here for you, baby.
Nick, last time you asked me
what I missed doing most with my husband...
Oh. We remember.
[laughter]
And it wasn't that.
Although I must say, that was always outstanding.
Oh, Lordy. Okay.
That's too much information, Cammie.
-Uh, he was her brother. -Yes.
[laughter]
Anyway, what I miss doing most by far...
is laughing.
And, um...
So I wanted to tell you my favorite story about him.
-Is this the Peabody? -[Cammie] Yeah. [laughs]
Okay, so we went to the Peabody Hotel for our babymoon.
I was up to here with our first.
And, you know how they have all those ducks in the lobby?
Well, they must have escaped
because we were outside the first night
and we see this mama duckling
trying to get her little ducklings across the road.
But cars are just whizzing past. Nobody sees 'em.
So, Mark goes running out into the middle of traffic,
waving his arms and trying to get 'em to stop.
I swear, I thought I was gonna be a widow that very night.
[laughter]
But Mark being Mark, he pulls it off.
Just as he gets the last little duckling across,
here comes the mama duck waddling up to him,
and he just leans down.
And Mark had a really special connection with animals...
-[Blythe] Mm-hmm. -...you know.
And he leans down and he gazes into her eyes
and he says, "You're welcome, Mama."
And it was really beautiful. It was beautiful.
[laughter]
Until she just bit him
right where the sun don't shine.
[laughter continues]
Just fast as a cobra.
Mark just goes down.
[laughter continues]
And... and I go to help him up,
and he just, he starts saying, "Oh, thank God, thank God."
I'm like, "What? What thank God? Thank God for what?"
And he goes, "Thank God you're already pregnant."
[laughter]
♪♪
Oh!
[softly] I needed that.
♪♪
[♪ upbeat country theme music playing]