Listen up. The big day is almost here, so I need each one of you to lock in.
You got no chance, chumps.
We'll see who's laughing when I put this biscuit in the basket, Doc.
Three, two...
Damn, Blue. It's just practice.
I'm so sorry. I lost control.
Are you okay?
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.
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.
Matter if I can't skate worth a lick?
What are you talking about, dude? You're a regular Lemieux.
We can work on that.
The good news is you'll have till next year to do it.
What? Why?
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 a 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.
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. We'll get you where you need to go.
That's gonna be a project.
Well, that sucks.
You know what sucks even worse?
Department quarterly report's due at the end of the week.
- No. Already? - I'm up to my elbows in it.
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.
Appreciate that,
but it all has to go through me.
High cost of being the boss.
Hello.
This is a collect call from an inmate at Bransford Correctional Facility.
To accept--
Cap, you all right?
Yeah, it's, uh...
Uh, it's... it's a telemarketer.
♪ I'm not drunk, I'm just drinking... ♪
- Get off the road! - Whoo!
Hey, y'all seeing this?
Come on, you gotta be kidding me!
Oh, my God.
- Let's go. - Get off the street!
Seriously?
Pull the lift off the road.
- Go around! - Pull off the road.
This is as fast as she goes.
Sir, 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 "deceivening."
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.
Uh-oh! Too slow.
Sir, do you really wanna do this out here in front of all these people?
There are children watching.
You're right. I don't.
Sorry, Officer.
Oh! Uh-oh!
Just kidding.
You know what?
You, ma'am, may kiss my newly-unemployed ass.
Yeah, I'm gonna need the fire department.
Elevator goes down.
Elevator goes up!
Up, up and away!
Hello.
Well, it 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?
Rox, crowd control.
Blue, Taylor, inflate that cushion.
Come on up here to the unemployment zone!
All right, folks, I need you to stand back! Stand back!
- Captain Hart. Good to see you. - Officer.
Top of Nashville, Ma!
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.
Ah! You can't come get me.
Come on up if you think you got a pair.
Come on up!
Come... Oh! Wait!
Oh, no fair!
Brake release valve.
Not fair, man. No!
He's all yours.
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.
All right.
Mmm! Mama taught you right.
- Mm-hmm. - We should get Cap in on this.
Yeah, I don't think he's in a sampling mood.
He's working on those quarterlies. Lord knows he hates paperwork.
True. Last fall, he was a walking migraine.
Still, I don't remember him ever working with the door closed.
Hey, you got a little...
I get it?
Hold still.
Thanks, B.
That was delicious.
You just wait till lunch.
Got a little something extra for you.
Hmm. I'm gonna go touch up.
- You do that. - I will.
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, but it's a bad idea.
You're one mixed signal away from an HR nightmare.
And 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?
Yeah, I've seen it happen too many times.
You're right.
I'll shut it down.
My wife was so type A. Ashley loved her to-do lists.
She would literally put everything on there.
Like, brush your teeth, write a brief, do yoga.
Do a little...
- A little you-know-what. - No, she did not.
- Hey. - My kinda gal.
Trust me. She finished that list in the morning,
I knew exactly how good my evening was gonna be.
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...
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'd accomplished something.
Next day, I added an item.
"Get out of bed."
And then, uh, just kinda grew from there.
And now, thanks to Ashley and her list,
here I am today leading this group. So...
Some of you may have noticed a new face with us.
I want you all to welcome my friend Cammie.
- Hi, Cammie. - Hi, Cammie.
Cammie and I met, uh, just trying to save Nashville
from the cyber apocalypse.
No big deal.
Well, thank you for having me, Agent Turner.
It's just Nick here.
All right, 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.
Well, 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?
Uh, just anything. You know, it's... There's no wrong answers.
What did y'all like doing most together?
I guess I miss just...
sitting on the couch together, you know?
Watching TV,
and being...
you know, intimate.
Now we're talking.
Whoo! Right to the good stuff. I love it.
Lay it on us, girl.
No, I didn't mean it like that.
But you didn't not mean it like that.
You know what? I... I think I need a break.
Hold on. I got it.
- Cammie, hold up. - This was 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.
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.
Well,
I think you'll find it's hard to tell the difference sometimes.
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's 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.
Bye, Cammie.
And it's just...
Just Nick here.
Goodbye, Nick.
- 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'm 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.
Good day? Blue. Are you feeling all right?
You're acting weird.
Really? Am I?
To be honest,
lately, I've been feeling this massive buildup 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. - All right.
Eighty-eight.
So, normal.
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. - 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.
- Bluebird's always been Mama's favorite. - 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.
Great.
- I'll see you later. - Bye.
Oh.
Hey, it's Mark. Sorry you missed me. I'm the worst.
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...
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.
How could I let any of that go?
And how could I share that with a room full of strangers?
I miss all of you, Mark.
So much.
I love you.
Good night.
Pull!
Okay. I think I'm ready. Pull.
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.
You see her over there? Nice wide base.
Head up. Chest out. Shoulders back.
That's what you call a superwoman pose. That's where we wanna be.
Okay, 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.
Is there something you wanna say to me, Daisy?
I've been saying it. Pull.
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.
I only wish you believed in yourself as much as I believe in you.
If I can 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.
Oh, my God. Jerry, are you okay?
It just grazed me.
Thank God you're a lousy shot.
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.
I'm gonna take care of you. How's your pain?
It's not great.
All right. Tay, push ten mils of morphine.
Can you cover your left eye and tell me what you see?
Nothing. It's just inky black.
How bad is it? Is it... It's bad, right?
Yeah, it 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, a 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? - It's our only chance
to save his vision.
All right, light poke here, Jerry.
Okay. Trust me, buddy, you do not wanna move.
This should numb it.
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.
All right, can you see anything out of that eye yet?
It's still dark.
I'm gonna have to cut a bit more.
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.
Cutting the inferior crus.
Okay, pressure releasing.
How many fingers, Jerry?
Uh, three.
All right. He was once blind, but now he sees.
All right, let's package him for travel.
Tay, can you collect the biohazard trash?
Daisy, you can ride with us.
Help Taylor with the cleanup. Doc, great work.
- I'll see you back at the station. - Yeah.
How you feel, Daisy?
You see why you need to work on owning your space?
You were right. I think I'm finally ready to take the next step.
To getting married?
To break up with you.
Oh.
Nothing like a modern-day romance.
- Thank God I'm not single. - Mmm.
- See you tonight, boo. - Bye, baby.
- See you later, Blue. - See you.
So you're the famous Blue. Heard a lot about you, man.
You two seem close.
I would hope so. We live together.
Let's go, guys.
Oh, that's right. When you mess with fire, you get burned, officer! Yep!
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 whup the PD's butts while we're doing it.
And 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.
- Yeah, that's my girl. Cheers. - Cheers.
- Cammie. - Yeah?
Is everything okay?
Yeah, why? Why do you... Why?
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. Invited by who? - Ugh.
This guy.
A guy?
Uh, don't worry about the guy.
If you must know, it was the FBI agent who investigated that cyberattack.
Oh. Is he cute?
Again, the guy is not the point here, okay?
Yeah, no, he was cute. Okay, all right, go on. Continue. Continue.
Anyway, I went.
- And? - Debacle.
- Oh, no. - Mm-hmm.
I can imagine that 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...
felt more like comedy club than grief group.
Aw. 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.
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.
Oh, damn it all to hell.
Ry, what's wrong?
O'Malley just texted.
Cops beat us 6-2.
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.
Blue, you all right?
I'm great.
Well, what are we having?
Tuna can casserole.
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.
Lunch is up!
I'll get Cap.
Don't bother. He said he didn't wanna be disturbed.
That's weird.
Probably still grinding on those quarterlies.
Yeah, I'll just grab him a plate of...
What is that exactly?
Boogie's surprise.
What's going on, Rox?
Afraid I have bad news, Cap.
I just heard the cops beat us 6-2.
Ah, that's too bad.
And here I thought you needed Blue's tuna casserole to cheer you up.
I don't think that's gonna cheer anybody up.
I told him I'm gonna work through lunch. So unless there's anything else...
I'll be honest, I've been noticing a couple of red flags, Cap.
- Red flags with who? - 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?
Those can all be signs of PTSD.
You think I have PTSD?
Do you?
Your hand 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.
Anderson looks like he can smell blood on the mound.
Here comes the windup.
Strike two!
Ramirez hacks at the pitch, and drops down to 0-2.
It's been a tough day for him.
Come on, Ramirez! Don't chase it!
I can't believe he's gonna strike out
on his last at bat with the Mockingbirds.
- Ramirez is leaving? - Mm-hmm.
Oh, no, he's your favorite.
Well, he's getting called up to the majors.
All I wanted for my birthday was for him to get a hit.
Honey, you don't wanna put that kind of pressure on it.
And here comes the pitch.
Ramirez with a swing and a deep drive to right field.
David, it's coming this way.
I got it. I got it.
Way back!
- I got it. I got it! - It is gone!
I got it!
- Happy birthday, Son. - Best birthday ever!
Ah! Come on. I love you, buddy.
That's my ball.
Hey, your ball? That's my son's ball.
- Your son's ball? - Yeah, it's his birthday.
Then take him to get a present at the team store.
We got it first. That's not fair.
- Quit your whining, you spoiled brat. - Hey!
- Would you stop that? You're acting crazy. - Don't call me crazy.
- Let go. - No, you let go.
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.
Please, let it go.
Hi, guys. Hi. Hi, there.
Hi, I'm Cammie. I'm a 911 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 is in a 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.
All right? So let go.
- No, you let go. - Let go!
- No! - All right, listen.
It sounds like you both have really good reasons to want the ball,
but neither's 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. - Come on.
Fair is it belongs to my son.
Dad, just let go.
Oh!
- I think you better call an ambulance. - Yep, already on it.
Hey, it's Mark. Sorry you missed me. I'm the worst.
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've been so much worse. He could've died.
If I don't start letting go, what's gonna become of me?
- 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.
Night.
Uh, did I do something to offend you?
What? No.
Okay, then what's with the chilly vibes?
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.
I have done open mics at Tootsie's.
There's nothing that you could do to make me feel unsafe.
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're gonna make me blush.
Um, you do know it's a terrible idea to woo your coworkers?
I know, and I'm not wooing.
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.
Thank you for being so classy about it.
- I feel so much better. - Good.
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. Hmm.
I don't know if he'd want to, though.
He doesn't like live music?
He does. It's just he likes to spend his nights off with his boyfriend.
- His boyfriend? - Mm-hmm.
- I thought y'all were together. - Well, 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?
Good night, B.
I thought you said it was a bad idea to date coworkers?
A terrible one.
What have you done?
You know, I may have to take you up on that beer after all.
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... He may have set a new department record.
I'm not surprised.
With that signature, I'm officially free of paperwork for the next three months.
Congratulations.
Hope you're going somewhere fun to celebrate.
Just a nice whiskey at home.
- Put my feet up. - 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've 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, all right? Have a good...
Cap? You okay?
I'm good.
Cap? Cap!
Easy, Cap. Easy.
- You're okay. - Well, this is embarrassing.
There's nothing to feel bad about.
Yeah. Says the person not lying on the floor.
I'm assuming no cardiac event?
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...
...I have to ask.
Do you have any history of panic attacks?
Only one.
Cap.
By any chance, does that letter have any connection
to the person who called you the other day when your hand 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.
Okay. All right.
We get, Archie. She was limber.
Thanks, Arch, for that heartfelt and very expansive account.
Cammie.
- Hi. - It's so good to see you.
- Sorry we're late. - No, it's all right.
Uh, this is my sister-in-law, Blythe.
- Hello. - Welcome, welcome.
Um... Yeah, please, please.
Come on in.
- I knew he was gonna be cute. - Shut up.
Okay.
Who wants to share next?
I'll go.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
Okay. 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.
Mark wouldn't want me sitting home alone talking to myself in an empty house.
And, um, just because he's not here to listen anymore
doesn't mean that others aren't ready to.
That's right. That's what we do.
We're here for you, baby.
Nick, last time you asked me what I miss doing most with my husband.
Oh, we remember.
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.
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? - Yeah.
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've 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 them.
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.
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.
Now, Mark had a really special connection with animals, 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.
Until she just bit him right where the sun don't shine.
Just fast as a cobra.
Mark just goes down.
And I go to help him up, and he just starts...
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."
Oh.
I needed that.