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How is it that every time the world seems to end, it ends some more?

9 -1 -1, all new Mondays. This thing is holding up my breath, Kevin!

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9 -1 -1, what's your emergency?

Is someone there?

Help me.

I think I'm dying. Can you tell me your address? Not anywhere.

I'm bleeding. I think I was shot. Okay, can you tell me your name?

Edgar. Hey, Edgar, you said you didn't know where you were?

What's the last thing I remember?

Are there any landmarks around you? Something to help narrow down your

It's too dark. I think I'm on the ground.

I think I'm buried alive.

All right, victim's name is Edgar Hill. He told dispatch that he was carjacked,

got shot, buried in some sort of coffin out here. It's on the size of an average

male. That box is probably 86 by 30 inches. That's 45 cubic feet of space,

of which is taken up by Edgar.

So he's got 10 minutes to an hour's worth of air left.

We don't know how long he's been underground, right? Or which piece of

he's under. Cell tower's going limit the search by so much. Let's fan out.

Hey, Cap.

Do we know how serious that gunshot wound is? Blood loss may have gotten him

already. Dispatch still has him on the line. Hopefully they can keep him

talking. He's not hyperventilating.

There's not enough air in here. You gotta get me out of here.

Edgar, stay calm.

Do not tell me to stay calm. Edgar, stop.

I know you're scared, but staying calm will help you stay alive.

The faster you breathe, the more oxygen you consume, and we want you to save as

much oxygen as you can until they find you. Yeah. You understand?

Yeah. Okay, yeah. A mystery is unfolding in the deep, dark woods at this hour,

where it appears a man was shot and buried alive earlier tonight.

A massive search and rescue effort is currently underway.

118, be advised.

Infrared penetration is not optimal at this time.

Copy that, Fire 1. Keep doing what you can.

Buck, we get anything on sound detection?

Nothing, Cap.

If he's really out here, shouldn't he be able to hear us?

Edgar, rescuers are on the scene. Are you sure you can't hear them?

I can barely hear anything.

Oh, God!

Damn gunshot!

I'm gonna die in a box.

Stupid! Box!

Cap, I got something.

What? I thought I heard a voice.

Edgar, what was that?

Yes.

Edgar,

what are you doing?

I'm gonna break.

Edgar!

Tell me what's happening.

I don't know.

Captain, I think our victim's running out of time. You got anything on your

side? We thought we might have picked something up with the sound equipment,

then we lost it. It's still standing in that same area.

It's gone quiet.

What if I gave you a sustained sound to listen for? If Buck is right about what

he heard, we should be able to pinpoint his location.

Okay, I don't know if it will be loud, but it won't be very long.

Copy that.

This is Captain 118. Be advised, we are conducting a targeted sound sweep.

Fire one, give us five minutes in the breathing room. Copy that, Captain.

Everybody else, hold the work.

Radio silent until my call.

Take a deep breath and scream.

What? Scream, Edgar, now!

There!

Here!

Everybody dig!

Move!

Hey, come on! Come on!

We've located and extracted the victim, beginning medical assessment.

Copy that 118.

He's all yours.

We've got a pulse. I'll clear the area.

Found the bullet wound.

Pulse 120 and thready. BP 90 over 50.

Breast tones severely diminished bilaterally. He's aspirated. We probably

hypervolemic shock from the bleeding. Let's start a line.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, Lizzie. I missed you.

We've had no official word from rescue personnel, but based on radio

communication, the search has been going on for... Over.

It appears the man has been found. There you see him.

First responders literally pulling him from the ground moments ago. We do not

yet have the identity nor the condition of the victim, but he does appear to be

alive.

Investigators are now beginning to arrive on the scene as the next phase of

mystery begins.

Where's Bobby?

Detective. He's heading back. It's good to be back.

So what do we got?

Victim is on the way to the hospital.

Looks like he got shot in the back, put in a coffin, and buried up here.

Coffin? I thought the victim said it was a carjacking.

That's what he told dispatch.

So carjackers that dig holes and bring coffins, that's new.

Did the victim say anything when you pulled him out?

He was calling out to somebody named Lizzie, saying he was sorry. Could have

been his wife and girlfriend.

Your guys did that?

No. Dicton did. Tried to punch and claw his way out.

Buried alive.

That's the stuff of nightmares.

Didn't you hear me calling you?

No, I thought I saw... What?

Come on, I gotta drop you off. I don't want to be late for work.

You know he jumps like he saw a ghost?

It's normal to be curious about him.

The man who kidnapped you.

I can't believe my dad showed you that.

You're not in trouble, Harry.

You didn't do anything wrong.

Your father's just concerned.

He's a snitch.

Well, he's a fish who loves you.

Can you tell me what made you want to look that up? No, I don't want to talk

about it. Not with you and not with them.

They weren't kidnapped.

None of you have any idea what that was like.

But we want to understand what happened to you.

How's that going to help me?

One of the ways we move past our trauma is to confront it and share it.

It's just like them. Everybody wants me to move on like nothing happened.

That's not what I meant.

The last thing I want is for you to pretend it didn't happen.

Because it did.

I see him sometimes.

See him where? In your dreams?

No.

I only see him when I'm awake.

She called it a breakthrough.

Isn't it? Harry's starting to open up.

Well, to her, not to me and Michael. He still doesn't trust us.

Well, look, I know that it hurts. It feels like Harry's shutting you out. But

try to be patient. It's just going to take a little time. What if we're

out of time?

He barely said a word on the way back to Michael's.

And now he's visiting that damn Jeffrey Hudson website.

Harry's looking for answers. Something terrible happened to him. He can't

confront Jeffrey, so he's trying to understand him. Yeah, that's what my

therapist said. But it should be noted that neither of you are on that website

with crosshairs over your face.

And the things that they wrote about me... Aren't true. You didn't drive that

man to do anything.

Hudson made his choices, didn't care who he hurt, and that is on him, not on

you. Oh, Harry still blames me.

I mean, it just feels like the harder I try to hold on to him, the more he slips

away.

It's quite a story, Mr. Hill.

I know, right?

The tail is a little thin, though.

You say that a man took you hostage at gunpoint and made you drive to the

but you don't remember anything that happened after he shot you.

I say trauma can screw with your memory.

You also don't remember where you were when he got in the car.

It all happened so fast that... I think I was driving home.

Okay, from where?

And if I was to ask you if you got a good look at your abductor... I never

his face.

Right. He had one of those things on a... What do you call it? A baklava.

A balaclava?

Yeah, exactly.

My mind's just not all there.

Maybe we should start from the beginning, see if we can help jog your

Mr. Hill, I hope you don't mind, but I'm... Now's not a good time, Miss

Taylor Kelly,

Channel 8 News.

Well, I'm a big fan.

She could stay.

Well, that's great.

Maybe you'd like to give an on -camera statement about your ordeal.

I'm sure the public will want to hear your account of this atrocious crime.

I don't remember much.

Is your wife here?

Maybe she can talk about her relief after your miraculous rescue.

Lizzie?

She's not here.

Is she home?

She's on a trip.

A cruise in Alaska.

Girls' cruise trip thing.

You know, communication out there can be pretty spotty. We can call the ship.

I'm sure they could track her down.

Well, reservation wasn't under her name.

She'd still be on the manifest, all passengers are.

You know, I don't feel so good.

Maybe if we could finish this later.

If you could leave a card.

Of course.

You might want to call me first, Mr. Hill.

If you're in trouble, I can help you.

That was weird, right?

His little song and dance about the wife?

No comment.

His story doesn't make any sense.

What kind of carjacker puts someone in a coffin? Your firefighter boyfriend tell

you about that?

No. I watched your crime scene text. Pull it out of a hole and put it in the

back of the van.

Come on. I can help you, detective.

You must have a theory.

Off the record?

All right, here's what I can tell you, off the record.

I'm putting an officer on Mr. Hill's door. No one is going in or out other

hospital staff.

Wow, you think the alleged carjacker could come back?

No, but I'm pretty sure you'll try.

Yeah, Buck is convinced he heard the bells of the Old North Church in the

background when she called. The one if by land, two if by sea church?

That's the one. And the fact that there's an exact replica of that church

Burbank never occurred to him?

You're kidding.

Where are you? Des Moines, I swear to God, head, if I drive to the eastern

seaboard with my infant daughter and Maddie somewhere in the 818, I'm gonna

Buck. Yeah, you've already sworn to do that.

Well, then I'll bring him right to the point of death.

And with my not -insubstantial paramedic skills, I will revive him, and then I

will kill him.

Why would Maddie be in Boston?

Well, that's where she lived with Doug after they got married.

Again, I ask, why Boston? There can't be a lot of happy memories there for her.

He was in medical school. She was in nursing school. They barely saw each

She used to tell me it was actually the happiest point in their marriage.

What is everyone's obsession with revisiting the past?

Why? Who else is taking you down memory lane?

Eva.

She called this morning, wants to come by the station and talk.

I don't know what would be worse, me talking to my ex or me telling my wife I

talked to my ex.

I kind of wish I was in Boston right now.

Do you have any idea where you're going to look once you get there?

Not yet.

I mean, there's got to be a reason Mandy's gone back to her past.

Maybe she's chasing ghosts.

Or maybe I am.

I get goosebumps just thinking about it.

Buried alive.

You did a great job.

You sounded so scared.

Trapped. Thinking he was gonna die.

You think that's how Harry felt? Your brother wasn't buried in the woods.

No, he was walled up under some stairs.

Totally different.

May.

I'd really rather not relive it, if that's okay with you.

You know, we're trying to put it behind us, you know, so maybe stop bringing it

up.

I just don't understand why we can't talk about it. We are talking about it.

Your brother has his therapist, your mom has hers. Hell, I'm even considering

talking to one. Right, but we're not talking to each other.

Dad, we all went through it in our own ways.

But we aren't processing it together. We're barely processing it at all. We

all doing the best that we can.

Are we?

He hasn't been back to the house.

And I can't help but notice.

Neither have you.

You know, that's not going to solve the problem.

No.

But it could be a step in the right direction.

You look good.

Thank you.

What do you want, Eva?

I'm leaving, Hen.

California.

I've done my time, gotten clean.

It'll be two years next month. I figure it's time for a fresh start.

Congratulations.

Safe travels.

So two years without getting high.

It's a long time to sit with your mistakes, the things you've done, and

people you've hurt.

And I know I hurt you in ways that I don't even have the words for.

I'm one of your steps.

I owe you so much. You saved my life.

And you took in my kid.

And despite everything I did to you, you never once took it out on him. Wait,

wait, wait, wait. How do you know that? Did you talk to Denny? No.

I know you.

Look.

Look, look, I'm glad that you're doing better, and I hope it continues.

But forgiving you, that's going

to take a minute.

I know.

I just appreciate you taking the time to hear me out.

If Denny ever asks about me... Eva.

Tell him the truth.

How's your shift?

Weird.

Weird how?

A bus through a building weird, or a woman's face fell off weird?

And Eva walked into work weird.

She wanted to tell me that she was leaving town, and she was sorry for

everything she had done, and she hoped that I could forgive her.

And did you?

I mean, I heard her out.

But that's it. She left.

I didn't get the sense that there was anything more to it.

She seemed sincere.

She always does to you.

That's not fair.

Fair?

You cheated on me.

With her.

Or did you forget?

I didn't have to tell you this, you know.

Then why did you?

Because I don't want any more secrets.

I wanted to tell you the truth so that you would know that you can trust me,

even when it comes to her.

You really think she's leaving town?

Yeah.

She seemed...

is why I can't trust you.

No.

No!

Oh, my God!

Ma 'am, what's going on?

He's not breathing.

I went to get him out of the car seat and he's... Okay, let me see him.

I'm a paramedic. Give him to me.

You, call 911.

All right.

Did anything happen while you were driving?

Fender, bender? Did you slam on the brakes? No, nothing like that.

We went to the aquarium.

He seemed fine.

No pulse.

That blood is fresh. All right. Come on.

Come on, Kate. You just got to breathe.

Come on.

Breathe for me.

Boston EMS, step aside.

Okay, we got a newborn bleeding from the nose. Pulse is steady.

Breathing has returned. Looking at a possible vitamin K deficiency.

Sounds like someone trained you well.

Eli.

What the hell are you doing in Boston? How are you?

Chasing ghosts. Long story.

Hey.

Heard you were back.

I missed you too. Also heard you caught yourself a real head scratch.

Buried alive guy? Yeah. Bobby tell you about that?

No. Taylor Kelly.

You two really got into it at the hospital. You posted a uni to keep her

couldn't help myself.

The woman's a menace.

I'm just trying to figure out how Edgar Hill ended up buried alive.

And why he won't tell anyone what happened.

Isn't that police's job?

I don't think they have any idea what they're looking for.

Edgar Hill.

Carjacked. Shot. Buried alive.

Claims to have no memory of what happened and no idea who might want to

him. Married? Yeah.

Lizzie. Married ten years. Current whereabouts unknown.

He said she's on a cruise to Alaska.

Let me guess.

He lied.

I'm sorry, Lizzie.

That's what he said when you pulled him out of the hole, right?

How do you know that?

I didn't tell you that.

What? You think you're my only source?

Were you able to track down the coffin? I was able to trace it to the store, but

that was it.

They couldn't tell me who bought those specific boards. Just gave me a list of

everyone who made a purchase.

It's going to take some time to run down all these.

I did learn something interesting, though.

The manager at the store said that they all knew Edgar Hill. Apparently, he

shopped there.

Well, he is a contractor, so that's not surprising.

He'd been in a lot the last couple of weeks, but oddly, managers couldn't find

any purchase records.

So he's coming into the store but not buying anything.

You think he's visiting a friend? The wife didn't have any friends, at least

according to the neighbors. But then, the past few weeks, they started

a van parked down the street.

And one of them fell getting out of it.

Could have been anyone's van.

Could have been the pool guy.

It never had a pool, but I'm pretty sure you don't meet with them inside their

van. You think she was having an affair.

I think there was definitely something wrong with that marriage.

He was having financial troubles.

And still managed to find a way to pay for three life insurance policies on the

wife.

They don't have kids. She didn't work outside the home.

He let the policy on himself lapse.

Lizzie was furious when she found out. Mail carrier said they had a screaming

match in the driveway.

Over life insurance.

He told her she'd never get another penny out of him, dead or alive.

She told him money or not.

She'd rather see him dead.

Still, one thing just doesn't make sense.

The Hills had two cars. A seven -year -old sedan and a brand -new Range Rover.

A fancy car like that would make Edgar a target.

Except he claims that he was driving the sedan when he got carjacked.

But he had the keys to the SUV.

Did you check the garage at their house?

Empty. Both cars are gone.

I tried to ask Edgar about it, but he stopped talking.

Suppose the wife could have it.

Maybe give it to a friend.

Someone who works at a home improvement store.

Okay, I know it sounds crazy, but hear me out. The marriage is in trouble.

Lizzie wants out until she discovers the money is gone.

Edgar's business is failing.

He's about to lose everything he has. She's invested years into that marriage.

She is not about to walk away with nothing, or worse, half of nothing.

But Edgar still has those life insurance policies, and they're worth millions.

Just not as long as Lizzie's alive.

The house, the cars, the retirement accounts, they're worth millions.

But only if Edgar is dead.

You think it was a professional hit?

The car could be a down payment until the job is done.

Only one person knows for sure.

We need to find the hitman. And then we can prove what really happened.

The wife did it.

You're actually moving.

I want to see the least. My new place in Portland.

I want to know why you keep popping up.

Trying to blow my life apart.

I'm not trying to blow your life apart. What are you doing?

You're clean. You got a new life. You're moving on. Great.

Happy for you.

You didn't need to go see Hen. You could have just left town.

You wouldn't understand.

Then make me.

Hen was the first person who ever really saw me.

She said she loved me.

She told me that I mattered.

There was a time when me being clean would have made her proud.

You wanted to make her proud of you again.

Yeah, a little.

But look, you really don't have to worry about me.

I have been worried about you since the third date.

She told me about you.

And her hurt was so raw and so deep.

I didn't know whether to pull her close or run away.

It seems like you made the right choice.

I remember when you called Hen to tell her that you were pregnant, that you

needed her help.

I thought, that's it.

She's going back to Eva. They're going to be a family.

Every time you call, that's what I feel.

That I'm about to lose my wife and my son.

Because all the people I love the most belong to you first.

Hen is never going to leave you.

Not because you're moving to Oregon?

Because Hen loves you more than me.

Name's Tom Gladden. He works at the store. He met Edgar Hill in the parking

at least half a dozen times.

Ah, ex -Marine.

Looks like he ran into some trouble a few years back.

He hasn't been back to work since Edgar's carjacking, but he did use his

card at a motel just up the coast.

Hey, listen.

Can you take this photo over to the hospital, see if Edgar will identify

No can do.

Talk to a uni. Edgar Hill checked out the hospital earlier this morning. I got

car sitting on the house in case he comes home.

Okay, let me know if he shows up.

I'm on my way to the motel. All right, go get him, Tiger.

Detective Ransone.

You know you're a reporter, right? Your job is to report the news, not create

it. I was going to call you. I just wanted to make sure the subject was on

premises before you made a trip out.

Maybe get a confession on camera.

Make sure the parking lot's locked down. No one in or out.

By the way, how did you hear about this place?

Someone tipping you off?

I just did some old -fashioned investigating.

Detective, I got a guy here looking to deliver a pizza.

Hold on to him. This will all be over in a moment.

Tom Gladden!

Uh, who's Tom Gladden?

Very dangerous man whose door you were about to knock on, armed only with a

microphone. I was here to talk to Lizzie Hill.

What? No, Lizzie Hill is dead. Her husband hired Gladden to kill her.

You don't have to be so rough.

Wait, that's... Lizzie Hill. She's the one who hired the hitman to kill Edgar.

Got a runner!

Edgar?

Damn you, Lizzie.

And you too, Tom!

I'm so confused.

Shocking new development in the story of the kidnapping and attempted murder of

local contractor Edgar Hill. In a bizarre turn of events, three suspects

custody tonight, including Mr. Hill himself, as well as his wife, Elizabeth

Hill, and Tom Gladden, an employee at a local hardware store.

Okay.

You want to tell me what happened?

Those two are crazy.

Edgar was a regular.

Came in all the time.

Seemed like a nice guy.

A couple of months ago he mentioned he might have a job for me. Real good pay.

Told me what a terrible mistake his marriage had been. That his wife was a

horrible person.

Gold digger.

Abusive. Never kept the house tidy.

Abusive how?

Physically? He did not say. I did not wish to bribe.

I would never have considered taking such a job.

But he was willing to pay me $100 ,000.

And the fact that I had some financial hardships and that she was such a

terrible woman, I decided to help him out.

I was tired of living in my van.

So you took the job.

Decided to kill Lizzie Hill.

And then?

I saw her.

And I knew Edgar had lied to me.

This was no shrew.

She was beautiful.

I felt crazy, but I started to feel things.

I don't know if you'd call it love or not, but I knew I couldn't hurt this

woman. I couldn't just walk away. Edgar could find another guy, someone less

discerning of Lizzie's nature.

I had to warn her.

So you told her the truth?

Every bit of it.

What'd she say?

Where the hell was he getting $100 ,000?

He's been crying poverty for months and then suddenly he has the cash to hire a

guy to kill me?

I wanted to know what the hell was going on.

Tom called me out of the blue.

Said we had to meet.

He starts going off about money. How he can't do the job unless I'm willing to

pay him his fee up front. I offered him a grant.

He refused.

I would like it noted for the record that up until this time, I had not yet

committed a crime.

Tom took my car.

So when I said I was carjacked, it wasn't completely a lie.

I told Lizzie what Edgar told me.

That he didn't have the money yet and he was going to pay me once he collected

the life insurance. What are you talking about? She was not happy.

So she decided to turn the tables on her husband then.

Have you kill him instead.

It was self -defense.

He was going to kill me if I didn't kill him first.

And how were you going to pay him?

It was not my finest hour.

Two days later, Tom calls me.

Says she's dead.

I say, great.

Show me some proof that he hasn't wanted that photo.

Says it has to be in person.

So I drove out to meet him.

She's over here.

He took me to this grave in the woods.

But when I looked inside, it was empty.

That's the last thing I remember.

Is it done?

I hope he rots in hell.

I plead extreme emotional disturbance.

When we figured out that Edgar wasn't dead, we panicked. Thought it was best

get out of town, figure out what to do next.

Still don't know how Edgar found us.

There's an app for that.

Now, you sure you want to confess to everything without a lawyer present?

I think I'll be safer in prison.

You sure this is okay?

June will be fine without you for an hour.

And Molly seems excited about fussing over a baby she can give back before it

turns into a resentful teenager.

Though, if she starts talking about having another one, I'm never speaking

you again.

I'm glad to see you're doing well.

You seem happy.

You don't. Still trying to carry the world's problems on your shoulders?

Well, Maddie's been gone a month, and here I am on her trail like freaking

Columbo, driving across the country. Let my kid have important milestones in

motel rooms.

I'd say she won't hold it against you, but eventually they hold everything

against you.

You know Maddie leaving wasn't your fault.

I know that she was depressed.

I don't know how bad it was, but... Maybe she didn't want you to know.

Maybe I didn't want to see it.

She was struggling, and I felt like there wasn't anything I could do other

drive her to her appointments or remind her to take her pills, so... Whenever

she would tell me she was okay, I let myself believe it, because it was easier

that way.

For me.

You know, so I could go to work, put on a happy face, not be filled with terror

every freaking moment.

It's great for me, not so good for her.

Look, you screwed up.

I mean, you did, right?

And you're about to do it again.

Maddie's got this voice inside her head whispering lies right now.

Telling her she's worthless, that she's a burden.

That everybody she loves would be better off without her.

I know.

So how do you think she's going to feel when you show up on her doorstep looking

like a man who's just been on a month -long bender?

You're going to confirm every terrible, dark thought she's ever had.

And the cycle of blaming each other, it's going to continue.

And you two are going to spiral further and further apart.

I can't give up.

No. No.

You can take a minute.

Or you can take a breath.

You can pull yourself together.

So that eventually when you do find her, you can be the Howie that she needs.

You know, it's funny, almost no one calls me Howie anymore.

What do they call you?

And so I pray.

And so I...

You got your guy.

All three of them. Do not envy you that paperwork.

Harry?

What are you doing up so late? You okay?

Mom, I'm in trouble.

Harry, what's wrong?

I did something real dumb.

Please don't be mad. I'm not mad. Just worried. Tell me where you are. I went

back to the house where Jeffrey took me.

But I hurt myself.

All right, I'll get him.

Thank you.

Ow! I got you, I got you. Don't worry.

Easy, easy.

Okay.

Oh, okay, okay.

All right.

Were you working?

It doesn't matter.

You always come first.

What is this?

Don't worry. I've got a fire extinguisher stashed under the bed just

I thought you were mad at me.

I don't want to be mad anymore.

That would mean looking backwards.

And we've done that enough.

Okay.

I spoke to Eva too.

And it made me realize that she's always been this shadow.

Hanging between us.

And not just because of her or you, but because of me.

Because I couldn't let her go.

Karen, I love you.

Only you.

How many times do I have to tell you that before you believe me?

Maybe just one more time.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Never stops, does it?

Always another story.

Yep, that's kind of the way the news work.

It's when does reporting the news include randomly confronting a killer?

Finding the truth can be risky.

Dangerous, even, but it's important.

People need to know what's going on around them.

That's my job.

Why is it your job to take those kind of risks?

I know, pot, meat, kettle, but still.

A husband wants to kill his wife, a wife wants to kill her husband. How is that

worth your time, much less your life? The truth is worth everything, Buck.

Everything.

What does that mean?

I don't know. I just, I guess unsolved mysteries just never sat right with me.

Hey. How you doing?

I don't think it's broken. Just dislocated.

Glad to hear it.

It'll be as good as new no time.

Detective Ransom?

Yeah.

You ever see him?

Jeffrey?

Every time I close my eyes.

He was in my house.

Yeah, mine too.

Eating my food, wearing my clothes.

I know he's dead, but...

Still kind of feels like he's there, you know?

I just, I just wish I could forget about him.

Then maybe I could move on like everybody wants me to.

You know, Harry, I've been doing this a long time.

I've spoken to a lot of survivors, and they all tell me the same thing.

Never quite really move on.

I mean, you heal, you know, you move forward, but trauma comes with you.

Just learn to live with it.

I thought if I came here, to the place where he took me, then I could stop

thinking about him.

That's really brave, you know.

I ain't confronting the thing that scares you the most.

I just want to feel normal again.

You won't.

Because that ghost can't hurt you anymore.

Unless you let it.

Listen, it could be worse. I mean, they have people treating me like I'm the

wandering dead.

Yeah, that's pretty gross.

Okay.

I'm going to take you to get some x -rays and then... I want to go home.

Yeah. Your dad's waiting on you.

No, Mom.

Home.

You sure you're ready for this?

Hey. Well, come on.

You did it.

You sure did.

So what do we do now?

We could have a cookout, and I could tell you guys about what happened to me.

9 -1 -1, only Mondays, and watch all kind of people, the big leagues, and the

residents on Fox.