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(distorted)
♪ This little light of mine

♪ I'm gonna let it shine ♪

♪ Let it shine all the time ♪

♪ Let it shine ♪

♪ I'm gonna let it shine

♪ Let it shine all the time ♪

♪ Let it shine ♪

♪ This little light of mine ♪

♪ I'm gonna let it shine ♪

♪ Let it shine all the time ♪

♪ Let it shine ♪

♪ This little light of mine ♪

- ♪ I'm gonna let it shine
- (groans sharply)

Oh, good. You're awake.

Your timing
is just marvelous, dear.

(oven dings)

Now, isn't that just
the best sound there is?

I swear
my mouth waters instantly.

Nothing brings back memories
like a good smell.

Don't you find?

(groans) My head hurts.

WOMAN:
Oh, hun, try not
to move around so much.

I just got
the bleeding to stop.

You were hit in the head
with a shovel.

I was?

By who?

By me.

Now, who's TK?

It's my fiancé.

Oh, you're getting married.

That's so sweet.

She must love you very much.

She was texting nonstop
before I pulverized your phone

with the meat tenderizer.

My boy Darryl, he still
hasn't settled down yet.

Just hasn't met
the right gal, I suppose.

Well, hope springs eternal,
as they say.

Here.

Give this a nibble.

No, thank you.

WOMAN:
Don't be silly.

I'm only offering you
a little piece of heaven.

Open.

There.

What do you think?

(softly) Hm.

The secret is mixing sugars.

Soft brown,
granulated white, muscovado,

a flavor so deep
you can dive into it headfirst.

I-I didn't do this,
so you know.

Um, poor thing had
an unfortunate accident.

Ma'am?

I need you to
untie my hands, please.

I can't do that, sweetheart.

My boy will be coming home soon,

and I just know
he'll wanna meet you.

(theme music plays)

What is this?

ROSE KACEY:
Thunderwear.

Thunderwear?

See these pouches here?

Transmitter goes in there.

And we'll replace a button

in one of your shirts
with a microphone.

Even if Sergeant O'Brien
asks you to open your shirt,

he won't see anything.

What if he asks me
to drop my pants?

- I would not encourage that.
- OWEN STRAND: Okay.

So what exactly
do you think he's gonna say?

No idea. But he's obviously
got something to say.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have
asked you to meet him.

Yeah, in a secluded road
in the middle of nowhere.

In his message, he said
there was a 99.9% chance

that I wouldn't even show.

So clearly he knows
I'm onto him, right?

Without a doubt.

He'd assume once
we checked out your bogus tip--

It wasn't a bogus tip.

There was
ammonium nitrate there.

I should have taken
a picture of it.

- Yeah, why didn't you?
- Because I didn't know

you needed it
for your Instagram.

Look, I thought the point was
to prevent a terror attack.

It still is.

So what exactly
are you thinking

he's gonna confess?

That he moved the stuff?

CHUCK BIONDI: Maybe.

Could be he's having
second thoughts.

Maybe he just wants
to get rid of a witness.

That would be great, actually.

Excuse me?

Look, if he tries anything,
we will be right there.

But attempted murder
is all the leverage we need

to get O'Brien to flip.

(scoffs)
Well, fingers crossed, then.

(cell phone ringing)

It's my son.

ROSE:
Do you have to take it?

It's my son.

Make it quick.

Hey, TK. What's going on?

Judd said you're
taking the day off.

Is everything okay with you?

Yeah. I'm taking a spa day.

I'm overdue.

Yes. Um, Dad,

I really need
your advice on something.

ou know how thisY
hole thing with Iris Blakew
as really been a strain on us?h

Yeah, I-I heard that they
found her safe yesterday.

TK STRAND:
Yes, she was.

In fact, Carlos found her,

and I-I guess
he stayed with her

overnight at the hospital.

OWEN:
Oh, he's a good one.

Yeah, he is.

Except I think he's mad at me

and he's not answering
my text messages and--

Do you think
I should just go over there?

Is that what you wanna do?

TK: Well, yeah, except

I'm not sure if that's
what I should do.

Well, then maybe
just give him some space.

Yeah, except, uh,

remember when you and Mom

were gonna give
each other space

and then I got home
from Little League,

and you were moving out?

That's definitely not

what I want for us, Dad.

Your-- Your mother and I had

much deeper issues than that.

Um, look, my gut tells me...

let Carlos be
the one to reach out.

I think that this Iris situation
has been a lot to process.

Uh, look, I really have to go.

- What?
- OWEN: Remember,
love is a roller coaster.

Love conquers all.

- And, uh--
- Da--

Just hang in there.

- Dad!
- (phone beeping)

It's the door. It just
doesn't line up with the jamb.

I've been after Darryl
to fix it.

(door opens)

That's him. He's home.

(rattling)

Ma, what the hell?

I made cookies.

Seriously, Ma?

The-- The house
wasn't ready for company.

- DARRYL: Who is he?
- WOMAN: This is Carlos.

He's engaged.

What is he doing here?

WOMAN:
He came through the floor

and I hit him with the shovel.

And you didn't think
to call me about this?

WOMAN:
I don't like
to bother you at work.

They said
you need to focus more.

I went through all his pockets.
Everything is here.

Except his gun
is in the crisper drawer.

CARLOS REYES:
Sir, I-I think
we can resolve this.

Your mother thought
that I was an intruder,

but, really, I was just
exploring the property--

Yeah, I know
what you were doing.

Ma, he's a cop.

Carlos Reyes.

You're not a detective.

What are you?

A uniform cop?

I remember you.

You're one of the boys in blue
that was here yesterday.

You carried her out of there.

Why'd you come back?

I was looking for you.

Well...

you found me.

No one's gonna
find you, though.

Ma, go get the kit.

Do I have to?
He's getting married.

DARRYL: (sighs)
Just go get the kit, okay?

Uh, I'm not digging two holes.
My knee is acting out.

No one's asking you to. Go!

Did you get the bread?

Would you just bring the kit?

It's Donna Burton, isn't it?

The girl in the closet.

How many more are there?

What are we gonna find

when we dig up
the house next door?

Dig it up. You're not
gonna find anything.

Well, I found your tunnel.

DARRYL: Yeah.

Too bad for you.

You're going back in it,

and I'm gonna
seal up both sides.

And that'll be that.

I already called it in.

DARRYL:
I don't think so.

The blood's dried.

I'm guessing you've been here
a few hours at least.

Plus, you're a uniform cop.

So... where's your uniform?

I'm betting nobody
knows you're here.

- (door opens)
- (footsteps approaching)

Have you been getting into this?

I told you,
my knee is acting out.

But there's not enough here.

Look at the size of him!

Well, I don't want blood.

DARRYL: Well, I don't
want blood, either.

Alright.

There's not enough
to put him down.

But there's enough
to put him out

while I make sure no one
finds that tunnel entrance.

Get the hell away from me.

You get the hell away from me!

Get the hell away from me!

Get off me! Get off me!

Get the hell off me!

(groans)

Oh...

Ah!

Sweet dreams.

♪

Stop bumper bashing, bro,
and just call him.

Nope. I'm the one
who screwed up,

so I have to respect his space
and stay patient.

Nailing it.

Hey, man, that dude
is your fiancé, okay?

He's not gonna bail at
the first little bump, alright?

Except that little bump
is his wife.

(laughs)

Ask me, and Carlos
isn't the type of guy

to pout and then ghost you.

Wait. You-You think
something's wrong, too?

I mean, not wrong,
but something
is definitely weird, yeah.

See?

But... (sighs)

I've already texted him
so many times,

I-I can't be the guy that...

nags before
we're even married.

But you could.

Oh, no.

TK:
Then call the hospital.

You treated Iris yesterday.

It-it's only natural
if you check in on her.

Plus, if I call and he's there,

it'll feel like I'm going
behind his back again.

(softly) Please.

(sighs) Okay.
You know what?

Anything to make you stop

vibrating like Liza Minnelli.

- (laughs)
- Ohh. She's so nice.

(line ringing)

OPERATOR (on phone):
Austin Memorial.

Hi. Can you please
put me through

to Iris Blake's room?

OPERATOR:
She's sleeping.

Should I wake her?

Oh, no, you don't
need to wake her up.

Um, can I actually just speak
with her visitor, Carlos Reyes?

OPERATOR:
I'm sorry, she hasn't
had any visitors.

Could you...
check the log-in sheet?

OPERATOR:
Checking.

♪

Yeah,
I'm showing no records
of anyone visiting.

Okay, thank you.

Carlos isn't there.

And no one has been
with her all night.

ROSE:
Now remember
to just speak normally.

This mike is very sensitive.

So I shouldn't speak
into my shirt?

And remember,
we'll be nearby.

If things go south,

our response time
is no more than 90 seconds.

And that's faster
than a bullet, right?

Alright, it's time.

(exhales deeply)

Captain Strand,
can we get a test?

Test, test, O'Brien.
Please don't murder me.

(gate closes)

(engine starts, roars)

- Oh. Hey, Grace, uh, you have
a personal call coming in.
- GRACE RYDER: Hm?

This is Grace.

Hey, Grace. It's TK.

GRACE (over phone):
Hey, TK.
What can I do for you?

Something probably illegal.

Okay.

TK:
Carlos has gone AWOL.

I've tried everything,

and I was hoping
you could locate his phone.

Well, it's not entirely legal,

but it's not entirely
illegal either.

Okay. Do you need
his personal number?

GRACE:
Nope. I got it.

Let me see
if I can find his carrier.

I can put in a request
for his phone records, too.

But I do have his IMEI
in front of me.

Well, can you track down
where the phone is now?

Hm.

It's not picking up a signal.
Hold on.

What does that mean?
Is it turned off?

No, that's strange.
It's disconnected.

Which means either
the battery was removed

or the phone was destroyed.

I can slit his throat
in the bathtub.

WOMAN:
I just got the ring
out of that tub.

How about strangulation?
That's fairly tidy, isn't it?

I understand
they lose their bowels,

but we can put something down.

Ma, it's not like the movies.

It takes forever
and they fight back.

Besides, look at
the size of his neck.

It's like a tree stump.

Alright, I gotta run out
and ditch his car anyway.

Then I can swing back by work

and pick up the stuff
we need to finish this.

WOMAN: What if someone else
comes through the hole
while you're out?

DARRYL:
What do you think I've been
doing for the last hour?

I sealed that end up.

Nobody else is coming through

because nobody else
is gonna find it.

Try using that pea brain
of yours for once.

(door shuts)

(muffled)
He didn't mean that.

How about some music?

("Blue Skies"
by Ella Fitzgerald playing)

♪ Blue skies smiling at me

♪ Nothing but blue skies ♪

♪ Do I see

♪ Bluebirds

♪ Singing a song ♪

♪ Nothing but bluebirds ♪

♪ All day long

(suspenseful music playing)

♪ ♪

(soft trilling)

(cell phone ringing)

(motorcycle engine revving)

You actually showed up.

Of course.

That was dumb.

(engines roaring)

(motorcycle engines revving)

Let's go for a ride.

(knocking on door)

- TK.
- TK: Hey.

Carlos isn't here, is he?

No. Um, come on in.

(door closes)

TK, what's going on?

- ANDREA REYES: TK!
- Um--

ANDREA: Perfect timing.

I made vegan chili
and cauliflower tacos
for lunch.

Of course, this one thinks
I'm trying to kill him.

(laughs)

What's wrong, mijo?

GABRIEL REYES:
TK's looking for Carlos.

What does that mean,
"looking"?

He's at work, no?

No, he's off today. Um...

He was supposed
to see Iris Blake

at the hospital last night.

How is she doing?
We were gonna visit her later.

TK: She's good.

Um, except he wasn't

at the hospital last night.

I have no idea where he was.

And I've been
calling him all day,

and he's not answering me.

I even had Grace
track down his phone.

It seems to be
disabled or something.

ANDREA: Oh, my God.

- Gabriel.
- It's okay. Alright,

let's not panic.
Let's not panic.

Was he driving his own car?

- Yes.
- ANDREA: Yes, the car.
You can track the car.

Well, actually, no,
he didn't purchase that option.

He could barely afford the car
at the time, remember?

But I can put a BOLO
out on our son and the car.

- Okay?
- GABRIEL/TK: Okay.

- (cell phone buzzing)
- Oh, hey.

This might be him.

It's Grace.

Hey, Grace. I'm-- I'm here
with Carlos's parents.

Please tell me
you found his phone.

GRACE (over phone):
No, baby, I'm sorry,

but I can tell you
the last call he made.

It was to you at 10:43,

but there was
nothing after that.

Yeah, I-I thought
he was calling me
from the hospital.

Well, actually, he was calling

from the house
where he found Iris.

Why would he go back there?

GRACE:
I don't know.
But it was off the books.

He didn't call it in.

Grace, this is Major Reyes.

Can you send us
that address, please?

(rock music playing
over speakers)

Let's have your phones.

You can hand 'em over
and or we'll take 'em.

I ain't talking to those two.

Come on, Turner.
Get up. Let's go.

What the hell
is going on, O'Brien?

What the hell
does it look like?

It looks like,

I think that you're acting

like you're not
a part of this again.

O'BRIEN:
I'm not one of them.

OWEN: Really?
Because I've been told

you're actually
a founding member.

(scoffs)

So you're not gonna deny it?

Okay. Yes.

I started a biker club
called the Honor Dogs
21 years ago.

Just after 9/11.

Bikers, mostly first responders.

Then something happened,
something changed this place,

and that's when I left.

I quit.

And so did all the other guys
that I started it with.

I came in
through those doors
six weeks ago.

They had no idea who I was.

So much for tradition.

So you want me to believe
that your nephew

just wandered in to
a radicalized version
of some club

that you founded
two decades ago?

Andy always wanted
to be an Honor Dog

since he was, like, seven.

We used to call him
"Honor Pup."

(chuckles)

So maybe he isn't
working for the government.

I don't know about that.

They sure as hell
think that we do.

The feds raided
their farm last night.

Oh, I know.
The ammonium nitrate is gone.

Someone moved it,
and I think it's you.

- Wasn't me.
- OWEN: Come on.

How did they know that you and I
were gonna meet today?

Well, they asked me
to call you.

You lured me into a trap?

I warned you not to come,
didn't I?

"99.9% you don't show"?

Nine, nine, nine?

Police code?

Officer down?

Oh God. I'm a fireman.

Our codes are like, "fire."

Just be cool, Strand.

They've got nothing on us.
We'll be fine.

I'm wearing a wire.

Oh, we're screwed.

(upbeat song playing
on radio)

(music continues)

Sorry for the mess.

WOMAN:
Don't be silly.

What's a head supposed to do
against a shovel

but crack open a little?

Floors needed
a shine, anyway.

I can see how much effort
you put into making a nice home.

I'm sorry. I...

I don't know your name.

It's Trudie.

And thank you.

Trudie. That's nice.

I hope Darryl
appreciates all the--

all the trouble
you go through for him.

You know
this isn't personal, right?

What needs to happen.

It doesn't need
to happen, Trudie.

I promise you it doesn't.

I wish it didn't.

I wish you hadn't
come up through that floor.

Truly, I do.

This must be
where they found her.

Iris.

There's only one door
in and out of this place.

And it looks like
it was kicked in.

DETECTIVE GRIER:
It was.

By Austin PD.

It was locked from the inside
when we found her.

Detective Meredith Grier.
Missing Persons.

And I sure as hell hope your son

isn't my next case,
Major Reyes.

And so do I.
Thank you for meeting with us.

- GRIER: Yeah.
- How do you think
your suspect escaped?

Um, to be honest,
I'm not convinced
there was a suspect.

GABRIEL:
You think Iris Blake
was hallucinating?

She does have a history.

TK:
Oh, come on.
That is such BS.

First, you didn't believe Carlos

when he said
she didn't walk away,

and now you're
not believing Iris?

I treated her in the ambulance.

Unless she did it to herself.

Attackers don't generally
just vanish into thin air.

Yeah, and neither
does my fiancé.

There is no way in hell
Carlos would disappear

unless something happened.

Okay, TK.
Calm down. Son?

Let me just have a moment
with the detective, okay?

He's right, you know.

- GRIER: I do.
- GABRIEL: You have a theory.

GRIER:
About 12% of houses
in this neighborhood

are just like this one:
run-down, abandoned.

- You know what that attracts.
- GABRIEL: The criminal element.

- GRIER: That's right.
- (TK panting)

And the last time
anyone heard from your son

was late at night
outside this house,

in a shiny car
that we cannot find.

So you're checking
the hospitals and morgues?

Yes.

GABRIEL:
My son is resourceful,

and he can take care of himself.

GRIER:
I have no doubt that's
how you raised him.

GABRIEL:
No, he figured that out
on his own.

TK:
Gabriel? Detective?

GABRIEL: What?

I just found this
in the fireplace.

Looks like someone was
trying to get rid of it.

- GRIER: Donna Burton.
- Does that name
mean anything to you?

Iris said she was out
looking for a Donna Burton

when she was taken.

So maybe the guy
who took Iris
took Donna, too,

and then brought them
both back here.

Did you have Forensics
go over this house?

We weren't looking for evidence
of multiple abductions.

GABRIEL:
Well, maybe you should be.

And I'd get
some officers out here

to canvass the neighborhood,

find out if anybody

heard anything last night.

Yeah.

I'm not waiting for them.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Oh, dear.

Darryl is not gonna
like this one bit.

CARLOS:
Wait, what are you doing?

No, no, no, no.
It's okay. It's okay.

(muffled)
No, no, no, no. (groans)

(doorbell rings)

(moaning)

(Trudie panting)

(Carlos groaning)

Please. No, please.
Please stay quiet.

I don't wanna have to
scrub up another mess.

(knocking on door)

Hello. Can I help you?

I sure hope so.

I'm sure you've seen
all the police activity.

TRUDIE:
I didn't really.

Sad to say,
it's nothing new around here.

Things have gotten
so bad lately.

We're asking people
if they heard or saw

anything unusual last night.

TRUDIE:
No. No, I-I can't say
that I did. (slight chuckle)

Have you seen this man?

Well... he's very handsome,
isn't he?

Yeah, I think so.
He's my fiancé.

Is that so?

We think he went missing
in this area last night.

Possibly from the house
right next door.

Are you sure you haven't
seen anything?

It would have been
after 10:00 p.m.

I'm sorry.

I'm off to dreamland
by 9:30 most nights.

TK:
Does anybody else live in here
that might've seen something?

TRUDIE:
My son works the night shift.

He wouldn't have been at home.

- (clattering)
- Oh!

What's that cat got into?

Whiskers, off the counter.

I'm sorry I couldn't have
been of more help,

but I have to go spank my cat.

Alright. Um, I'm TK.

If-if anything comes to mind,

please reach me
or the lead detective
at this number. Okay?

I'll be sure to do that.
Bye-bye.

I didn't know you were a gay.

I love the gays.

Sometimes I wish
my Darryl was a gay.

The ladies give him
so much trouble.

GRIER:
Two more possibles.

Allyson Beatrice,
reported missing, August 2021.

Audrey McKenna.
Last seen leaving her
halfway house in 2019.

GABRIEL:
Alright, so it looks
like a pattern.

All reported missing
in the last five years.

All transient.
Either homeless

or in and out
of halfway houses.

GRIER:
He's targeting
the most vulnerable.

Women on the fringe of society.

Well, at least now you think
that there is a he.

Look, I get that
this is important, I really do.

I just don't understand
why we're searching for women,

some of them that have
been missing for years,

when we should be out there
looking for Carlos right now.

This is how we find him, son.

Yeah, but he's not
a transient woman!

I'm sorry, okay?

I just don't understand
how this is gonna help us.

You're talking about,
what, a-a serial killer?

- Yeah, we are.
- Okay, so, what,
you think that--

You think that Carlos--

TK, you need
to let us do our job.

We're not gonna
find him alive, are we?

I have to believe
that we will.

Right. Because whoever
killed these women,

and that's what we're saying,
is that, is that
they're all dead.

More than likely, yeah.

How are you so calm right now?

You don't think
this is tearing me up?

What I might have
to go tell his mother?

You're not the only one
who loves him, TK.

But if there are
tears to weep...

we do it
when the time comes.

Not before.

And right now,

he needs us.

Yeah?

Good.

(sighs)
They found his Camaro

abandoned off 71,
near Garfield.

Seems like someone dumped it.

GABRIEL:
Was there any blood in the car?

GRIER:
No blood, no prints either.
Wiped clean.

- You wanna run out
and take a look?
- No. No.

Here is where
we're gonna find him.

(rock-and-roll music playing)

- Alright.
- Hey, get him a beer.

At least they give you a beer
when they're done.

See the cue stick behind you?

After I tackle Red,

snap it over your knee
and toss me the other half.

Or... they could
raid this place right now.

- Stop talking in your shirt.
- Yeah.

So, boys...

I just had a very
interesting conversation

with Brother Turner over there.

Yeah? A conversation?

You do a lot of talkin'
with your hands.

He brought
two unbranded people

to a place that he
wasn't supposed to.

He understands
the consequences.

Now, normally,
I wouldn't hold two newcomers

to the same high standard.

But we got a problem here.

After you three trespassed

and shot the place up,

and I don't know,
went exploring?

We got raided by
the Federal Bureau
of Investigation.

They didn't find anything.

But for some reason,
they thought they would.

Now why do you
suppose that is?

I don't know, since when does
the federal government

need a reason to trample
on somebody's rights?

I think we got a rat.

You think Turner's the rat.

Well, I can tell you,
he's also a cheat at pool.

Turner's too stupid to be a rat.

And he's not pool player enough
to be a cheat.

Which does make me wonder
how bad you are, Captain,

to lose nine
straight games to him?

- Well, I'm not great.
- He's right. He sucks.

Look... you don't think
I'm the rat.

We met on the road
and you invited me here.

Yeah.

Yeah, I keep thinking about
how we just happened

to meet on the road

and how you two already
seem to know each other.

Of course, we know each other.
We've been on calls together.

He even wrote me a ticket once.

What I can't figure out is...

is it just one of you
working for the feds,

or is it both?

It's both.

I'm a police officer
and he's a fire captain.

We're both
government employees.

And we're not gonna
disappear as easy as

some 26-year-old
high school dropout.

What was that supposed to mean?

You know what the hell it means.

Andy Pearson. Where is he?

(tense music playing)

I don't know what to tell you.
Andy, he's just kinda...

gone.

Is that so?

Why don't you keep
smirking at me?
I like that.

I'm the rat.

Sergeant O'Brien
has nothing to do with it.

I'm working alone.

And I'm wearing a wire.

And it's in my shorts.

(gate rattling)

They kicked me out of the club.

They made me leave with him.

GABRIEL:
Okay, let's look
at what we know.

GRIER:
They all homesteaded
in different parts of the city.

That's a wash.

GABRIEL:
They used different shelters.

No connecting social workers.

GRIER:
No mutual friend groups.

Where's the common thread?

They're all diagnosed
with a mental disorder.

GRIER:
That's probably why
they were on the streets

in the first place.

They all took various medication
for their illness.

GRIER
I already went down that road,

but they all went
to different clinics,

had different doctors.

They all went
to the same pharmacy.

(door dings)

WOMAN:
Darryl? I didn't think
you worked today.

Uh, just forgot something.

I'll only be a sec.

Is that Mrs. Weaver?

Remind her she can't take
a decongestant with her Vyvanse.

Okay, I will. Thanks.

♪

TRUDIE:
Where is that boy?

Something tells me he stopped
for a treat on the way home.

Can I offer you some hot cocoa
while we wait?

No, thank you.

So well-mannered.

You must be
your mother's prize.

Well, I'm going to have some.

- (refrigerator door opens)
- I use real whole milk.

That's the secret.

You'll change your mind.

I think I'll steal
some of my own cookies, too.

Don't tell.

(siren beeps)

I do wish your friends
outside would leave.

They'll upset Darryl.

(stove clicks)

Is TK still out there?

Oh, no, honey.

He's long gone.

Just some police officers.

- Help!
- (gasps) Oh!

- Help!
- Oh, no, no, you mustn't!

I'm right here!

- Oh! No, no, no, no.
- CARLOS: Help!

- Help!
- You mustn't do that.

- CARLOS: Help!
- You mustn't.

CARLOS: Help!

(indistinct radio chatter)

CARLOS:
I'm right here!
Help!

(upbeat song playing
loudly on radio)

Please! You have to
stop that right this instant!

Now!
(gasping)

Help! Help!

Get off me!

Get the hell off me!

Get off me!

Help!

Officer in need of assistance!

- Just stop making such a fuss!
- (rattling)

CARLOS: Help!
Help! I'm--

No! No.

- Help! Help!
- TRUDIE: Stop!

- Please don't make me do this.
- Okay.

I'll stop. I'll stop, I'll stop,
I'll stop, I'll stop.

I'll stop. I promise.

I promise.

- (song ends)
- I promise.

(door dings)

- Howdy.
- Hi.

Gabriel Reyes,
Texas Rangers.

I need to ask you some questions
about some prescriptions

that were filled
through your pharmacy.

Oh, I really can't divulge

anyone's medical information.

Not without a warrant.

Well, I'm not interested
in the medications.

I'm interested
in the pharmacist.

Can you give me the name
of the person who filled these?

Uh, yeah.

You see this code here?

That's the pharmacist's ID.

Uh, looks like those were
all filled by the same person.

Darryl Keyes.

Is he working now?

Uh, no, but he was just here.
You just missed him.

Do you know which way
he was headed?

No. But he was riding a bike,

which I thought was weird.

Because he just
dumped the car.

We're gonna need
his address, please.

Trudie...

you have to let me go.

I can't. (sobs)

I'm sorry.

I have to protect my son.

CARLOS:
Your son is a monster.

TRUDIE: I know.

But a mother's love
is unconditional.

CARLOS: Trudie.

This isn't love.

It's all I have.

(Trudie sobs)

He wasn't always
like this, you know.

Darryl was a very sweet child.

I think it was...

the accident with his hand
that changed him.

After that, he was
so self-conscious.

He still is.

I blame myself.

What happened?

It was around the time
his father left us.

Darryl was only ten.

His father did that to him?

Darryl did it to himself.

Swimming pool chemicals.

The acid that eats the algae?

I'm not sure why he had it.
We never had a pool.

Darryl was experimenting.

Dissolving something.

You know how boys are.

And he spilled it on himself.

But...

what made it all so... awful...

he told the social worker
that I had done it to him.

Can you imagine?

He was hoping they'd
remove him from my custody.

He really wanted to
go live with his father.

But his father didn't want him.

But you did.

A mother's best friend...

is her son.

Trudie.

Killing me
won't protect your son.

And it won't
make him love you.

And that's not your fault.

I just don't think
he's capable of it.

I'll bet you love your mother.

With all my heart.

That's good.

That's right.

A boy should love his mother.

And what about TK?

Do he and his mother get along?

No son loved his mother
more than TK loved Gwyn.

Oh.

Did that sweet boy
lose his mother?

- Last year.
- That's so sad.

She won't be at the wedding.

No, I think she will be.

Sometimes I feel
all the love she had for him?

She's sending it through me.

Otherwise, I don't know
where all this love comes from.

We've gotta get you
out of here.

Darryl, he's gonna be
very angry with me,

but when isn't he?

(groans) Ah!

Thank you.

(groans) Ow.

Ma! What the hell?

(groans, screams)

(grunting)

(groans)

(groans)

(grunting)

(groans)

(Carlos winces)

He's my son.

- Stay down!
- (Trudy gasps)

Get over there now!
Now!

TK: Carlos! Hey.

- CARLOS (weakly): TK...
- TK: Oh God.

Carlos, please stay with me.

(distorted)
Carlos, stay with me.

Carlos, stay with me, baby.
Come on.

- Come on.
- TK: Stay with me.

TK...

Morphine. How much
was in the syringe?

- All of it.
- Oh God.

Hey, Carlos.

I lost his pulse.
I don't have my gear.

(yells):
Where's backup?

Dispatch, we have
an officer down.

Where's that backup?

Closest unit
with a Narcan pack. Now!

Can't let his heart stop.
(rhythmic exhaling)

GABRIEL:
Come on, mijo.

TK: (echoing)
Come on, baby, come on.

(mouths)
Come on, baby.

Carlos!

(inaudible)

Give me!

(gasps)

- (screams) Get off me!
- TK: Hey. Hey.

- (panting)
- It's okay.

It's alright. It's okay.

- It's okay. It's okay.
- GABRIEL: You're okay, son.

You're okay. It's okay.

You talk to Mom?

She's already at the hospital

decorating your room.

Iris is helping.

This is ridiculous.
Dad, I--

I don't need to go
to the hospital.

TK:
Are you out of your mind?

You just died.

Look who's talking.

Hey, thank you
for saving my life.

TK:
Oh, baby, you saved
your own life.

I was just holding on to it
for a little while.

It's yours.

Alright.
Take him up.

- Ready?
- Yep.

He's lucky to have you.

Hey, you, too.

You gonna ride with him?

Yeah. I thought I would.

- I'll see you over there.
- See you, Dad.

(line beeps)

AUTOMATED VOICE:
The mailbox is full.

Seriously?

(sighs)

How was the briefing?

Not brief.

Assume they wanna see me now?

They actually said they
never wanna see you again.

(scoffs) Okay.

And they strongly suggested

we don't talk about this
to anybody.

So they want us to go
back on the front lines

and not tell them
what might be coming down.

Well, they were
fairly clear about that.

And they insisted that
they've got it under control.

(laughs)

Why does it seem like
the other thing?

It's very much
the other thing.

What about your nephew?

Well, they said they were
aware of the situation,

said they'd look into it,
but that's all they would say.

So we're completely frozen out.

That's right.

Meanwhile, there's still enough
missing ammonium nitrate

floating around out there
to blow up the Capital.

Well, I mentioned
that to them, too.

- They said it's not our concern.
- Until it is.

Till the call comes in
and the tones go off

and then we've gotta deal with
the other side of this thing.

Forget it, Jake.

BOTH:
It's Chinatown.

It's a great movie.

The best.

(Owen sighs)

(engine starts)

♪

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