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(dramatic music)

(doorbell rings)

- [Bailey] Uncle Kevin!

- [Kevin] Hey kiddo.

- [Lizzie] Kevin!

- Sis.

(Lizzie laughs)

- [Lizzie] Hey!

- It's good to see you. - You too!

Hi.

- Mark.

- Kevin.

Sorry, I don't have any time,

I've got to get to the hospital.

- He just got here!

Can't you just take five minutes?

- It's okay, Lizzie.

Mark always has to run off to save the day.

Isn't that right?

- Yeah, something like that.

But you know what, I'll be back before long,

and it's probably going to be loads of fun catching up.

(suspenseful music)

- Have a seat!

(Kevin sighs)

So, how are you and Megan?

No.

I thought you guys were trying to work things out.

- So did I.

Megan and I we had a good run,

but it's over now.

- Oh that's a shame.

I always liked Megan.

- Hey, I'm writing a new song.

- Really kiddo, that's great.

Let's hear it.

- Well, it's not finished yet,

and Dad said it's too depressing.

- Oh honey, you know your dad's taste in music.

- Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's a great song.

Your dad is just a bit stressed lately.

Messes with his hearing, you know?

- He calls it plucking.

(group laughs)

- Honey, I'm sure your dad appreciates your music,

he's just not good at showing his...

Well, you know.

- He sure is good at playing favorites.

- Speaking of.

How is Landon doing?

(Lizzie sighs)

(dramatic music)

- Hon, why don't you go upstairs and work on your song?

You can play it for Kevin a little bit later.

- Yeah, sure okay, I'll go so you can talk.

- Hey Bailey,

shooting range tomorrow?

- Really?

- Don't tell your father.

- Deal.

- So really, how is she?

- She's okay.

- Just okay?

- Well actually, she's great.

She's happier than she's ever been.

I just wish she wasn't so far away, you know?

I worry about her.

Guess all mothers do.

- And Bailey?

I wish she would see what's right in front of her.

My brother in law.

Mighty doctor, master of life and death.

- It's not like that.

He's doing the best he can.

- Really?

Doing the best he can?

- [Lizzie] Yes.

- How often does he have to go to the hospital?

- Well, things used to be better.

- I'll talk to him.

- Don't.

- Did you see the look in Bailey's eyes?

What kind of father does that to his child?

- It really is a good song, too.

The girls are lucky they have an uncle like you.

- Yeah, well not half as lucky as I am.

(dramatic music)

(phone rings)

Hey, sis.

- [Lizzie] Kevin, it's Landon!

Mark doesn't know I'm calling.

Something's happened.

- [Kevin] Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down.

What's going on?

- [Lizzie] I don't know where he's taking her!

- What do you mean?

What's wrong with Landon?

- [Lizzie] He's coming, I have to go.

- Wait!

(phone rings)

- [Mark] This is Mark, leave a message.

- Figures.

(tires squeal)

- [Sarah] It hurts so bad!

- We have to leave town, Sarah.

I killed that man.

- Look what he did to me!

- What are you doing?

You can't go in there!

We have to get you to a hospital.

- I'm so hungry.

- [Boyfriend] Sarah!

(suspenseful music)

- [Operator] 911, where is your emergency?

- It's my wife.

She's been attacked, someone's hurt her.

- [Operator] Sir, where's your wife at right now?

Sir?

Sir?

- [Lizzie] Hey, this is Elizabeth.

Leave me a message.

- Hey, it's me again.

Call me when you get this.

- [Mark] This is Mark, leave a message.

- Mark, this is Kevin.

What the hell is going on?

I can't get a hold of Lizzie.

Anyway, I'm heading your way.

Call me back.

(crowd murmurs)

- [Man] Hello?

(woman screams)

- Ma'am, can I help you?

(Sarah grunts)

Let's get you to the hospital, okay?

Let me help you!

Come on.

(Sarah gasps)

(Sarah vomits)

(water runs)

(Sarah grunts)

(suspenseful music)

(door creaks)

Ma'am, are you okay?

We called 911, help is on the way.

(waitress gasps)

(waitress screams)

(dramatic music)

- Oh my god, come on. - Oh my god.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's going on?

- [Customer] Run.

(tires squeal)

(crowd screams)

- Come on man, call 911.

Stop!

Back off!

Get out of here!

(Sarah hisses)

(gun fires)

(somber music)

- Thank you so much for taking me, Uncle Kev.

- You're welcome.

- [Bailey] Hey, Dad.

- Bailey, why don't you head upstairs?

- [Bailey] Fine.

- See ya, kiddo.

So how are things at the hospital?

- You took her shooting?

- Yeah, your point?

- I think I can decide whether or not

I want my daughter to shoot.

- Oh come on, it's just a little fun.

Besides, I want my nieces to be able to protect themselves.

- Do you think I can't protect my family?

- It's not what I meant.

So that's it then?

- I do not need your help to protect my family.

- Really Mark?

Sure looks like you need help being a father.

(dramatic music)

(man screams)

- [Blue Jeans] Help me, help!

(gun fires)

(woman screams)

- He was turning.

- Get out of here.

All right, folks, come on out.

It's safe now.

- Hey, where you going?

- I need to find someone.

(car revs)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)