All language subtitles for 9-1-1.3x12.Pazzi.ITA.ENG.DSNP.WEBRip.XviD-Pir8.en

Attention, citizens
of the internet.

We are calling upon
every able-bodied viewer

for another adrenalized
tour of duty for Shay's Army.

I am General Shay.

And I am Major Mitch.

-And I'm Jess--
-Shut the hell up, Jessie.

Seriously,
no one's gonna recognize you

without that microwave
cemented on your head.

We're coming to you live
from Hacienda Park

where we have a stunt
so daring...

A video so bold...

-It might...
-Just...

BOTH: Break the internet!

We're about to turn
this merry-go-round...

Into a scary-go-round.

(laughs)

-(engine revs)
-Oh.

Daddy likes.
Whoo!

Jessie, you ready
to take a ride

into infinity and beyond?

Perfect.

Ready, set...

-Spin.
-(engine revving)

♪ Raise hell, baby,
drop them bones ♪

♪ Raise hell, baby,
sell that soul ♪

♪ Raise hell,
heaven fare thee well ♪

Look at him go.
It's beautiful.

(both laugh)

♪ Oh, my, my ♪

♪ Oh, hell yeah ♪

♪ Somebody gotta,
gotta raise a little hell ♪

(engine revving loudly)

Oh, you're really
burning rubber.

♪ Somebody's gotta,
gotta raise a little hell ♪

-(engine pops)
-(both laugh)

Whoa! Oh.

Hey, quick, go,
shut him down, man.

-(groans)
-Oh, oh!

Not again!

JESSIE: Whoa, whoa, whoa!

(dramatic music)

CHIMNEY: So, what, now they got
self-driving motorcycles?

HEN: Wouldn't that
defeat the point?

That rider
couldn't have gone far.

Buck, Eddie, hose that down
and turn that bike off.

♪ ♪

EDDIE: Think I saw Christopher

watching a video
like this online.

That bike wasn't on fire.

Hey, can you hear me?

Oh! Oh.
Uh...

All right, let's get him
off of there.

♪ ♪

(grunting)

HEN: His pupils
are extremely dilated.

Globe luxation in both eyes

causing them to bulge out.

Blood pressure's
off the charts.

-HEN: Starting a line.
-Uh, what happened to him?

CHIMNEY: Depending
on how many times

he was spinning around
like that, it could be G-lock.

G-force poisoning
from the force of the spin?

Right now, all his blood
is pooling inside his head.

It's pressing against his brain.
That's why he's out cold.

We don't get that swelling down,
he could have a stroke.

We gotta get him stable enough
for transport. Running isotonic fluids.

-Wait, I feel like I know this guy.
-CHIMNEY: All right, BP's stabilizing.

-Administering numbing drops.
-CHIMNEY: I'll hold back the curtains

while you show these guests
to their seats.

HEN: All right.

In you go.

♪ ♪

Cap, we're good here.

All right, let's get him up
and transported

to the nearest
neurosurgery trauma center.

I can see.
Thank you.

Who did this to you?

BOBBY: Oh, I have an idea.

♪ ♪

You think Jessie's okay?
He looks really messed up.

I'm sure he's fine.

Maybe we should go
to the hospital.

ATHENA: Afraid you're gonna be
otherwise occupied.

You're under arrest
for trespassing, vandalism,

reckless endangerment,
and disturbing the peace.

-You can't prove anything.
-ATHENA: Don't need to.

You fools livestreamed
your confession on the internet.

BOBBY: Hey, guys.
Remember us?

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
How small is this town?

Hey, don't think you're posting
that without our permission.

SHAY: Yeah, even if you did,
just gonna get us more followers.

Nah, this is just
for an audience of one.

♪ ♪

Man, I really need new friends.

-(phone buttons beep)
-(siren whirs)

(spaghetti western music)

♪ ♪

Oh, I know that smile.

Pair of aces.

♪ ♪

Flush.

-Oh!
-Yes! (laughs)

He falls for it every time.

How does this keep on
happening?

Because you suck at poker.

Spoken by someone
who also sucks at poker.

No judgment, but maybe you should
quit while you're behind.

Wow.

-Who needs more wine?
-Here.

Okay.

I'm gonna need
something stronger.

Thanks again for having me.
This was fun.

For some of us.

Well, all our couple friends
were busy,

so we figured
we would target the solos.

If I didn't know better,
I'd say you were setting us up.

Oh, no, I like you way too much
to set you up with my brother.

-Uh, hey, now.
-And I love you too much

to let you keep being
so incredibly, tragically...

Some might say embarrassingly.

Single.

Tragic seems a bit much.

Closest you've gotten
to turning on a woman

in the past few months
is shouting out, "Hey, Siri!"

BUCK: Well,
she's very good to me.

She sings me songs.
She delivers me food.

She tells me where to be, when,
and how to get there,

and that is pretty much love.

-The rest, I--
-Ew, no!

Oh, no, no, no.
Dear God, I don't wanna know.

All right, all right,
just ease up on the solos.

-It's hard out here.
-See? Thank you.

It's LA.

Everybody's always in their car

or looking at their phones.

Or in their car
looking at their phones.

Then we're stuck
with online dating, which is--

An absolute nightmare.

The crazies, the randos,
the catfishers,

and not to mention the liars.

Profile pics brought to you
by Photoshop.

Face it, guys.
You two got lucky.

BUCK: They did.

You guys have no idea
how hard it is out there

-for the solos.
-Thank you.

Mm.

Where's Albert tonight?

-(laughs)
-He's on a date.

-Come on.
-(laughter)

Perfect.

-(bell rings)
-Looking for room 203.

(sighs)

Didn't it just go from 201
to 205?

Oh, it's the next one
on the left.

Lab classrooms
have a different layout.

Of course they do.
Thank you again for coming.

Don't know if I'd be able
to navigate

the confusing waters
of parent-teacher night

without you.

Well, knowing these things
is sorta my job.

Okay, follow my lead.

Try to ignore
these teachers' corny jokes.

What jokes?

What do you call a number
that won't sit still?

A roamin' numeral.

(upbeat music)

♪ ♪

How do you make a bandstand?

Take away their chairs!

I don't think he got it.

No, I--I did.
(chuckles)

Christopher shows
a great interest in science,

though he does keep telling
other students

tsunamis aren't a big deal,
which is unhelpful.

I'll make sure to talk to him
about that.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

No jokes?

I try to tell chemistry jokes,

but there's no reaction.

Get it?
No reaction?

EDDIE: Ah, you weren't kidding
about the jokes.

Well, hopefully the English
teacher has a better shtick.

-(door clicks open)
-So sorry to keep you waiting.

My last student's father asked

a surprising amount
of questions.

I'm sure he did.

Good to see you again,
Ms. Price.

And you must be Mr. Diaz.

Please, call me Eddie.
It's short for--

Edmundo?

Most people guess Eduardo.

Growing up, I had a grandfather
named Edmundo.

He was my favorite.

Mine too.
I mean...

So let's talk
about Christopher.

He's been doing really well
in my class.

His verbal skills
have definitely improved.

He's still a little shy
about reading out loud,

but he definitely understands
the material.

I attribute that to him being
read to from an early age,

so bravo there.

No, we have his mother
to thank for that.

Christopher tells me
you've kept it up

since she's been gone.

I try to do the voices,
but she was better at it.

Oh, I'm sure you're no slouch.

Oh, no, he isn't.

(laughs)

Christopher is also one
of our most popular students.

He loves making
the other kids laugh.

-Is that a problem?
-ANA: Not at all.

He's a very sweet and kind boy.

You're doing a great job.

Thank you.
(chuckles)

(heartfelt music)

Mm. We gonna talk about that?

That I'm basically raising
a funny, popular, young genius?

That has a pretty young thing
for an English teacher.

Was she pretty?
Didn't even notice.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I must have you confused
with someone

who couldn't stop gazing
into Miss Flores' big blue eyes.

They were brown.

And you're right.

Too bad you didn't notice.

(laughs)

♪ ♪

ATHENA: Dr. Calloway.

Sergeant Grant.
Good to see you.

-How's your husband?
-Bobby's doing well, thank you.

You called in a gunshot wound?

Yes.
Female, early 50s.

Came in complaining
about headaches

and some disorientation.

Now, given the scar tissue,

I'm going to estimate
this bullet has been there

for two, maybe three months.

Wait.
This is an old gunshot wound?

Yes.

Why wasn't it reported
the day it happened?

Because that woman didn't even
know she had been shot.

Not until today.

(dramatic music)

-(knock at door)
-ATHENA: Joan?

This is Detective Romero.

He needs to ask you--

More questions?

I really think this has to be
a terrible mistake.

I promise you
I have never been shot.

In the head or anywhere else.

It feels like something
I'd remember, don't you think?

Ma'am, we saw the X-rays.

So did I.
And Dr.--

-Calloway.
-Yes, Dr. Calloway.

He seems like a lovely man,

but hospitals always
make mistakes.

I've heard stories about people

having the wrong limbs
amputated.

ROMERO: Well, the doctor
seems pretty sure,

so we need to investigate,

find out what might've
happened to you.

So the doctor thinks
that if you were shot,

it would've happened sometime
in January, maybe early February.

Did anything
during that time period happen

that was unusual?

Not really.
My life is pretty boring.

It's just me and my husband.

Where is your husband?
Is he on his way?

No, he's out of town.
Golfing, I think.

Maybe Pebble Beach.

He took early retirement
last year,

so he is always looking
for things to do.

Me, I am a happy homebody.

I should call him, shouldn't I?

Oh, you know,

I probably have
the information in here.

(dramatic music)

Joan, you came into the ER
with a headache.

Do you get those a lot?

I never used to, but now
it seems like I always have one.

I tried cutting out caffeine

and red wine and bacon,
but still.

Oh, here.

Thank you.

Do you normally
write everything down?

JOAN: Always prided myself
in remembering things.

Names, phone numbers,
birthdays.

But you get older,

and you start to need
a little help.

-Joan, are you okay?
-JOAN: Ooh.

I think I need to talk
to that doctor again, um...

-Dr....
-Calloway?

Yes, thank you.
Oh, my memory is terrible.

Do you mind if we keep this?
We'll return it.

JOAN: Oh, go right ahead.

-Thank you.
-Thank you, Joan.

Mm.

(sighs)

She really doesn't remember
being shot.

I'm not sure she wants to.

You think it's the husband.

I think that no one
ever really knows

what goes on
inside of a marriage.

Sometimes not even
the people inside it.

EDDIE: Carla.

What the hell happened?

I told you Christopher is fine.

You didn't have to come down here.
It's just some scrapes and bruises.

He hurt himself?
How?

Well, it turns out that
Christopher and skateboards

don't get along very well.

-You let him skateboard?
-I am so sorry, Mr. Diaz.

We didn't know one of the kids
had brought a skateboard.

You didn't know?
He could've broken his neck.

I know, and I feel terrible.

The other kids were showing him how
to ride it, and they didn't know that--

Didn't they?

No, let's push the kid with CP
around on a skateboard for fun.

-You let them make a fool out of my son.
-Eddie.

I promise you
that's not what happened here.

(groans)

Christopher.
Hey.

Oh, my God.

Are you okay?

I'm sorry about my clothes.

No, don't worry about that.

I could run to the house,

get some clean clothes for him
to change into.

No, we're done for the day.

Come on.
We're leaving.

But school isn't over.

It is now.

♪ ♪

Uh-huh.

(sighs)

Well, I appreciate that,
Principal Summers.

Okay.
Thank you.

So should I expect
some kid's head on a spike

at tomorrow's drop-off?

They sent skateboard kid
home early.

Principal's gonna meet
with the parents in the morning,

figure out what the punishment
should be.

What about the kid
who fell off the skateboard?

Think I should punish
Christopher for getting hurt?

No, but I think you should talk
to him about how he got hurt.

I know Christopher wants to be
like all the other kids, but--

-You want me to tell him he's different?
-He already knows that.

You need to teach him
what it means.

That he has limitations.

♪ ♪

I'm not gonna tell my kid that.

♪ ♪

Hey, buddy.
How you feeling?

Dumb.

What?
What are you talking about?

Everybody saw me fall.

People fall.
It happens.

Nothing to be
embarrassed about.

Mm-hmm, that boy
should've never pressured you

into getting
on that skateboard.

It was my idea.

(laughs)

It was your idea
to get on the skateboard?

It looked fun.
It wasn't.

Chris, why would you do that?

You had to know
it'd be dangerous.

You always said
I can do anything.

You lied.

♪ ♪

Okay, it worked.
You inspired me.

I don't think I meant to,
but you're welcome.

I may have reactivated
one of my dating profiles.

(gasps)
Really?

I spent two hours on the phone
the other night

talking to a cute guy
who seems sweet and funny

and not at all like one
of those chat room psychos.

Wait, how can you tell?

His profile
contains actual sentences

with correct grammar
and punctuation.

There was even a successfully
deployed semicolon.

Ugh, I never use semicolons.
I just don't get the point.

Anyway,
we're meeting up tonight

in a public setting,

and I am really
looking forward to it.

I just...

What?

I don't want
the one-night stand.

I'm tired of being alone.

Aside from my coworkers,

the most meaningful
relationships in my life

are made ten minutes at a time

with people I'll never see
or talk to again,

some of whom don't survive.

It sounds silly, but he calls,

and I'm excited
to answer the phone

for the first time
in a long time.

I don't think
that sounds silly at all.

So you don't think online dating
is a terrible idea?

I think everyone has a match.

You just have to find him.

Hey, guys.
Tessa here.

I'm 27 and from the Bay Area.

Full disclosure, I'm a vegan,

so living that plant life,
but otherwise normal.

I just reinstalled this app
on my phone.

Please don't make me regret it.

Hello, women of the internet.

I'm Gary.

I like long walks on the beach,

deep conversations,

and other boilerplate
dating clichés.

Hoping to find someone sweet

to get me off
this godforsaken app,

so let me know.

(ding)

♪ On an evening
in Roma ♪

♪ Though there's grinning
and mandolining ♪

♪ In sunny Italy ♪

♪ The beginning
has just begun ♪

♪ When the sun goes down ♪

-(stomach rumbles)
-Um...

Oh, yeah.
Just right there.

(both laugh)

♪ That is one too few ♪

♪ On an evening in Roma ♪

♪ Don't know what
the country's coming to ♪

♪ But in Rome,
do as the Romans do ♪

♪ Will you ♪

♪ On an evening in Roma ♪

(toilet flushes)

♪ Though there's grinning
and mandolining ♪

♪ In sunny Italy ♪

(water bubbling)

♪ The beginning
has just begun ♪

♪ When the sun goes down ♪

(singing in Italian)

Um, yeah, yeah.

♪ ♪

Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on.

No, no, no.
Oh, no.

Oh, shoot!

♪ But in Rome,
do as the Romans do ♪

♪ Will you ♪

♪ On an evening in Roma ♪

Okay, come on.

(singing in Italian)

No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.

♪ On an evening
in Roma ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Down each avenue or via,
street or strata ♪

Come on, come on.
Come on.

-(squishes)
-Oh.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Okay.

♪ On an evening
in Roma ♪

♪ Do they take 'em
for espresso ♪

Come on.

Come on!

(grunting)

Oh, God.
Okay.

(breathing heavily)
Okay.

♪ Don't know what
the country's coming to ♪

♪ But in Rome,
do as the Romans do ♪

Come on.

(grunts)

♪ On an evening in ♪

(siren wailing)

(tense music)

The bathroom door is locked.

Eddie, can you move her or not?

Not there yet, Cap.

♪ ♪

Rapunzel, Rapunzel,
let down your--

Watch out!

(squishes)

-Oh!
-Oh.

And I thought the new baby
went everywhere.

This is not the fairytale
romance I had in mind.

So, what, bad date
and you were trying to escape?

No, there was a whole
Lemony Snicket level

of things that went wrong here.

-Is she clear of the door?
-Sure is, Cap.

Do what you gotta do.

♪ ♪

TESSA: Oh, God.

He's never gonna
wanna see me again.

I'm sorry.
I'll pay to fix that.

Okay, guys, let's try
to gently pull her through.

Ma'am,
I need you to exhale.

Okay.

BOBBY: Okay, stop.

She's not gonna come out
the way she went in.

Cap, this is original wood.

We can't just poop out
the top panel.

Pop--we, uh, can't just
pop out the top panel.

Sorry.

BOBBY: We're gonna have
to take apart the frame.

-Guys, we're gonna need the saws.
-You're gonna cut the window?

This just keeps getting worse.

Ma'am, just try to stay calm.
How's she looking, Hen?

Vitals are good.
Just breathing a little heavy.

-Are you in pain?
-No,

but has anyone ever died
of actual shame?

I'm sorry, Gary.

This is not how I wanted
our first date to go.

It can only get better
from here, right?

I've always wanted
a bay window.

He's probably never gonna
wanna speak to me again,

and you have no idea how hard it is
to meet someone these days.

Oh, believe me,
as a fellow solo, I know.

Eddie might've finally met
someone special.

Then he went
and bit her head off.

Now she'll never talk to him again
and will probably flunk his kid.

Well, you kinda did.

MAN: Saw's on its way up, Cap.

Are you guys using a saw?

♪ ♪

BOBBY: All right, guys,
she's out.

Can you take a deep breath
for me?

Yeah.
(inhales deeply)

Any pain in your ribs?

-I'm okay.
-You good? All right.

♪ ♪

I'll call a Lyft.

Oh.

Or you--or you could stay.

♪ So please meet me
in the plaza ♪

♪ Near your casa ♪

♪ I am only one ♪

♪ And that is one too few ♪

♪ On an evening in Roma ♪

Pretty sure all kids
call their parents liars

at some point.

Yeah, well,
feels a little different

when you hear it
coming out of your kid.

Just wait till he gets to the "I don't
have to do what you tell me" phase.

Aren't you still in that phase?

Thing is, he's right. I lied to him.

Or maybe I lied to myself.

Either way, I feel like a fool.

I spent years
trying to convince my kid

to believe in the Easter Bunny.

But now I gotta tell him
none of it's real.

Yeah, I think you might be
overcorrecting here.

Told him he's no different
than the other kid.

But he is.
He has CP.

There's a lot he can't do.

Have you ever heard
of Jim Abbott?

-Baseball player?
-Mm-hmm.

Pitched a no-hitter
in the '90s,

which in itself
is pretty crazy,

but it's even crazier

if you know that Jim Abbott
was only born with one hand.

Yeah, really.

I read his book
when I was in the hospital.

Okay.

How'd he do it?

He practiced
switching his glove

to his throwing hand
relentlessly

so that he could field
after he pitched.

I like the positivity.

I'm just not sure
how any amount of practice

is gonna help Chris
stay on a skateboard.

(dramatic music)

♪ ♪

I'm not an invalid, you know.

I can still get groceries
for myself.

I'm doing something nice.

Say thank you.

Ooh.
Thank you.

Huh.
You're welcome.

So what's happening now
with your bullet lady?

They removed the bullet
this morning,

so just waiting on ballistics

to give us a clue to something.

Well, what about the husband?

♪ ♪

ATHENA: Claims he has no idea
how his wife got shot.

I love you.

I love you too.

I love you more.

ATHENA: He actually tried
to interrogate us.

Yeah, the best defense
is a good offense.

-(chuckles)
-What about his alibi?

Well, we don't even know
when she was shot.

I mean,
without a specific timeline,

can't prove anything.

And the wife still doesn't
suspect him at all?

ATHENA: They say
love is blind.

But in this case,
I think willfully so.

♪ ♪

I mean, she went
from having a great memory

to forgetting the name
of the doctor

that she met an hour ago.

Never prone to headaches,

but now she chewing aspirin
like they breath mints.

I mean, her whole life
fell apart.

But she chose not to seek help
for months.

Well, maybe she
just can't believe

the man that she married
could ever hurt her.

Hell, he's her husband.
She thinks she knows him.

Yeah, sometimes you don't know
who you married to,

and sometimes
they don't want you to know.

The truth eventually
comes out, though.

And maybe with this,

it'll come out
with your bullet.

Mm.

Yeah.

You know, the surgeon said

that taking it out
wasn't that hard.

I mean, they were worried about
the location of the bullet,

the risk of taking it out,
but as it turns out,

she's just fine.

(both laugh)

Oh, Athena.

Well, you know,
now I finally know

the motive of the groceries.

Look, I am not having
this conversation again.

I am not doing that surgery.

So you're just gonna wait
to die.

(sighs) I'm going through
another bout of radiation.

The doctors put my name
on a list for a trial

for this new chemotherapy pill.

You know,
it's showing some promise

for shrinking tumors.

-How much promise?
-Look, I know that you think--

That you are a fool.

Look, I wanna be supportive,
Michael.

I wanna respect your wishes,
but...

♪ ♪

I do not want you to die.

Me either.
Okay?

♪ ♪

(cell phone dings)

ATHENA: (sighs)

♪ ♪

Oh, ballistics just came back.
They found a match.

Does the gun belong
to the husband?

Worse.

It belongs to the wife.

♪ ♪

IGOR: Dr. Frankenstein.

(thunder crashes)

(cell phone whooshes)

Do you also say "Froderick"?

No.

-Greg?
-You must be Josh.

It's really nice to meet you.

As first dates go,
gotta admit you chose well.

You know, you don't usually
think of a cemetery

as a romantic place for a date,

but it's quaint,
kind of kitschy,

and there are plenty of exits

in case one of us turns out
to be too sketchy.

I figure there is nothing
more romantic

than watching an old movie
and...

snacking on the graves

of the people who used
to make them.

Thank you.

If the zombies rise up,
we'd be eaten

by all the silver screen
starlets and screenwriters.

-(both laugh)
-I love it.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

♪ ♪

Oh!

(laughter)

And you like it there?
It's not too stressful?

No,
it's unbelievably stressful.

But how many jobs can you
go home at the end of the day

and feel like
you've made a difference?

I'll never be rich.
I'll never even be recognized.

But I'll be...

worthwhile.

You know, I remember
when going to the movies

was about making out
in the back row.

I heard Rudolph Valentino's
grave is somewhere around here.

Maybe in the back row.

♪ ♪

(chuckles)

This is exactly what I said
I wouldn't do on a first date.

Oh, come on.
This is the fun stuff.

MAN: Took you long enough.

(tense music)

Uh...

okay, I don't know
what you guys are into,

but it definitely doesn't feel
like my scene.

You know, for somebody who spends
their days listening for clues,

you sure managed
to miss all of 'em.

(grunting)

No.
Please.

Hey, I'm not the one
who went online

begging somebody to play me.

(grunting)

♪ ♪

Let's go.

MAN: Hey, what's going on
over there?

Oh, my God.

Josh, are you okay?

I'm okay.

-What happened?
-I got jumped.

They took my keys,
my phone, my wallet,

beat the crap out of me.

For a minute there, I...

I thought
they were gonna kill me.

Was this after your date?
The movie thing?

It was my date.

-He was the one.
-Oh, God, I'm so sorry.

He set me up.

Him and his friend.
I never even saw it coming.

I am an idiot.

I thought he was sweet.

-That he liked me.
-No.

You just trusted
the wrong person.

-(knock at door)
-BRANFORD: Mr. Russo?

We had officers
canvass the cemetery.

There's still no sign
of your phone,

but they recovered your keys
and your wallet.

I'm afraid the cash
was gone, though.

At least they saved me
the hassle

of replacing
all my credit cards and IDs.

BRANFORD: You can pick up
your things at the station.

A detective will take
your formal statement then.

Does that have to happen tonight?
I'm just really worn out.

Well, you know what?
You can just stay with me tonight

and I'll drive you
to the station in the morning.

BRANFORD: Of course.
Tomorrow is fine.

Are you sure you didn't
recognize either man?

-No identifiable features?
-No. Sorry.

BRANFORD: Look,
we'll do our best,

but I need to set
your expectations.

No, I know the drill.

If it's okay,
I'd like to get out of here

and just put this whole night
behind me.

Call us if you think
of anything else.

Thanks.

-Josh.
-I already feel like a fool.

I don't need the rest
of the world in on the joke.

Okay.

(tense music)

♪ ♪

-ATHENA: Nothing?
-No sign of the gun.

Or any gun.

No ammunition,
no gunshot residue, no blood.

The house is immaculate.

Ha!

♪ ♪

ROMERO: Ma'am?
Hi, LAPD.

May we speak to you a moment?

I don't see why not.
Just doing a little yard work.

Yes, Detective Romero
was remarking

on how lovely your yard looks.

Being out here does take up
most of my day.

Oh, I'm sure you see everything
that goes on around here.

I am also the president
of our neighborhood watch.

I take that responsibility
very seriously.

Mm.

How well do you know
the Wallaces?

We wave occasionally.
I always liked Joan.

Never that sure about Henry.

Then he retired, and I finally
was able to make up my mind.

I don't like the man.

Between you and me,
I'm not sure Joan does either.

They weren't getting along?

You know,
people used to retire at 65

back when life expectancy
was 68.

Now it's all early retirement

and late-life divorce.

I'm sorry,
but I don't understand

what any of this
has to do with the break-in.

Someone broke into their home?

I assumed that was why
you all were here.

Though honestly, you are
a little late to the party.

That must've been
three months ago.

Did the Wallaces tell you
they'd had a break-in?

No.
Their contractor did.

That window there was replaced.

The contractor hauled away
some furniture and a rug,

bunch of Christmas decorations.

Said he painted
and redid the floors too.

Redecorating the crime scene?

That's why we couldn't find
anything.

Didn't see Joan or Henry
for weeks.

They were out of town.

Do you remember
when all of this happened?

January 11th.

Would you like
the contractor's information?

Yes.
Then I'd like to hug you.

(chuckles)

I think it'd be best
if Mr. Wallace stepped outside.

That's silly.
Henry should stay.

My memory is terrible.
Maybe he can help.

You can have this back.
We made a copy.

Thanks.

I was wondering
where that had got to.

ATHENA: When we were looking
through it,

we noticed that there didn't
seem to be any entries

about your trip
or the living room remodel.

(dramatic music)

Did we remodel the living room?

No, that's right.
We did.

(sighs)

I just don't remember why,
though.

We just finished the house
last year.

Why did we redo
the living room?

Do you remember what happened
on January 11th?

Maybe you were taking down
Christmas decorations?

No, we always take those down
right after New Year's.

(music intensifies)

HENRY: You've never worked
a day in your life.

Rule the rest of my damn life.
This is my time!

♪ ♪

Henry, what happened
to that rug?

Oh, I loved that rug.

Why did we replace it?

There was an accident.

♪ ♪

HENRY: That I could buy
for 20 bucks!

Henry...

♪ ♪

What did you do?

♪ ♪

What did you do?

♪ ♪

(indistinct dialogue over TV)

JOAN: I thought you were gonna
take down those wreaths for me.

-In a minute.
-No more minutes.

We should've put all this stuff
away last week.

What happens if we don't?

Does the world
come screeching to a halt

because the wreaths are up
past MLK Day?

I don't know why
you're like this.

I miss when you used to work
for a living.

Yeah, well, you've never worked
a day in your life.

Oh, the hell I haven't.
I have taken care of this house

and I've taken care of you
for the last 30 years,

and all I ask is that you--

And all you have asked

is that I work
60-plus hours a week

to support you and this house

and whatever
ridiculously expensive hobby

your heart desires.

Ceramics class?

-(ceramic shatters)
-Henry, what did you do?

Do you know how hard
I worked on that?

No, but I know
how much it cost me

for you to learn
how to make something

that I could buy for 20 bucks!

Glassblowing lessons!

(glass shatters)

What are you doing?

This is my time!

My retirement!

And I'm not gonna let you rule
my golden damn years

the way you rule
the rest of my damn life.

(wood crashes)

♪ ♪

Fine.

♪ ♪

I will deal
with the decorations myself.

I always thought
when you retired,

it would be our time.

Our time together.

♪ ♪

I know you're upset
about something,

but I'm your wife,

so you're stuck with me.

♪ ♪

(gunshot)

-(glass shatters)
-(whimpering)

JOAN: You shot me.

♪ ♪

I don't know
what came over me.

But the thought of 30 more years
in that house with you, and I--

♪ ♪

Call it temporary insanity.

Well, you are certainly
within your rights

to make that case to a judge.

I'm sorry, Joanie.

I regretted it
immediately after I did it.

I tried to make it up to you
as best I could.

After.

You lied to me.

All this time, you knew
what was wrong with me,

and you kept telling me
it was all in my head.

Well, I guess it was,

because you put it there.

♪ ♪

Now, you're gonna be okay.

Oh, he played me for a fool.

And you just showed him
that he was wrong.

Chris.
Come on, buddy.

Eat something before school.

I don't feel well.

You sick?

Hmm.

You sure?

I don't wanna go.

Okay.

(grunts)

(solemn music)

♪ ♪

You still upset
about the other day?

I just wanna be
like everyone else.

I know.

But you're not.

I know I told you
you can do anything,

and that was a dumb thing
for me to say.

Because I have CP.

No.

Because, well...

nobody can do everything.

And yes,

there are things in life

that you're not
gonna be able to do.

And there's other stuff that
you are gonna be able to do,

but it's gonna be a lot harder
than it is for the other kids

because you have CP.

Sorry.
I won't skateboard again.

It's not about
the skateboarding.

I just don't want you
to be scared.

You tried something,
and it didn't work out.

Maybe the next time, it does.

But you can skateboard.

You know what I can't do?

-Cook?
-(laughs)

Hey, that's not nice.

But probably true.

I have a black thumb.

I've killed every plant
that's ever been given to me.

But your science teacher
told me

that you did the best job

out of your whole class

growing plants from seeds,

so there's something
you're better at than me.

-Really?
-Really.

I don't want you
to ever stop trying.

But maybe...

until you get a little older,

maybe we try new things
together, okay?

Okay.

You're not like any other kid.

You're my kid.

I love you more than anything
in this world.

I love you too, Dad.

Aw.
Mwah.

♪ ♪

Sorry, is this a bad time?

Mr. Diaz.

Eddie.

Please.

I wanted to apologize
for the other day.

I was out of line,
and you didn't deserve that.

You had every right
to be upset.

It's my job
to look after your son,

and I failed to do that.

I'm just relieved
Christopher is okay.

Yeah, I fight so hard to try
and protect him,

I forget falling down
is a part of life.

It's supposed to teach us
how to get back up, right?

Yes. There's a lot to be said
for getting back on the horse,

but there's also some value in learning
that you don't like horses.

I'm sorry?

Sometimes our limitations
tell us when to stop.

But sometimes they can show us
where to look next.

Today he falls off
the skateboard.

But tomorrow he writes
the great American novel.

I know you said he was doing
good in class, but...

(laughs)

Okay, maybe not tomorrow,
but...

Someday.

Yeah.

Someday.

-(elevator bell dings)
-(clears throat)

-MADDIE: Welcome back!
-(cheers and applause)

Thank you.

If I'd known I'd get
this much attention,

I would've gotten mugged
sooner.

(laughter)

-Hi.
-Hey, you.

-We missed you, Josh.
-Good to see you, thanks.

-Welcome back, buddy.
-Great to see you.

-Thanks.
-Nice to see you, man.

Yeah, thanks. Oh.
(chuckles, clears throat)

You didn't tell them.
Thanks.

You asked me not to.
I'm still not sure why.

This was not your fault.

I should've known better.

It's not too late to go back
to the police.

You know, I tried to pull up
his profile,

get a copy of his photo,
but it's gone.

Completely scrubbed.
It was a total scam.

Yeah, that probably means
he's done it before.

If you could get them
a description of him,

maybe they could find him.

-I mean, he hurt you.
-Bruises are healing.

The humiliation, that's
a little harder to get over.

And to have it written down
in some report for strangers to see?

I can't, Maddie.

So, what, you're just gonna act
like it didn't happen?

No, I'm not.

I'll deal with it.

In my own way.

(Noah and the Whale's
"Blue Skies")

♪ ♪

9-1-1.
What's your emergency?

♪ This is a song
for anyone ♪

And can I get your location?

♪ With a broken heart ♪

Okay.
Let's see what this is.

(both laugh)

-Nice.
-Yeah.

♪ This is a song
for anyone ♪

♪ Who can't get out of bed ♪

♪ ♪

♪ 'Cause it's time to leave ♪

♪ Those feelings behind ♪

(knock at door)

♪ 'Cause blue skies
are coming ♪

Thought you could use
some carbs.

♪ But I know
that it's hard ♪

(laughs)

♪ ♪

CHRISTOPHER: Dad,

I don't wanna be here.

Trust me, it'll be fun.

BUCK AND CARLA:
Hey, Chris!

Surprise!

What's that?

Hey, remember when I told you

that if you wanted to try
something new,

we should try it together?

Yeah.

Let's try skateboarding.

-Okay.
-Okay!

♪ ♪

Ready to ride?

Ready!

And away we go.

(all cheering)

♪ ♪

Here we go now!
Whoo!

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