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Of course it's their friend.

Merry Christmas to me.

You made it.

Yeah, it wasn't pretty, but I'm here.

Come here, have a seat.

Look, I've been doing this for a minute.

You know, of course, but this?

You got a different kind of cake, huh?

Atta girl.

So, you want to pay me the rent now, or did you have something else in mind?

Something else.

You got state secrets?

You really want to know?

Not if it's going to make me blush, no.

Yeah, no, you're not ready for this heat. That is definitely a pass for me,

then.

Yes,

please, thank you. You're not going to eat your toast?

It's all yours.

Don't take that. Thank you.

All right, I got to go. Me and Kylie are meeting up early to go over the

chemistry midterm.

Who's Kylie again?

Dad.

They hired a Kylie for me.

And, um, can I get a ride to the city tomorrow?

We got the day off.

Teacher development.

What, they're not fully developed yet?

Apparently not.

Hey, what's going on with your personal statement for your application?

I'm still tinkering.

Sorry? Look, I'm telling you, don't slouch on this, okay?

This is college. It's about your future.

I got it, okay?

I do.

Just wish you'd believe me.

Thanks for breakfast, Dad.

So I tried to call my sister back again this morning. Oh, my gosh. She didn't

answer. No.

It's been weeks since I've heard from her.

Thank you.

You guys should listen to this.

Oh. Good morning, Kelly.

Right. Sorry. Yes. Good morning. I've actually, well, I've been here a while.

Okay. Just hurry up.

Okay. So it's my turn to work the tip line last night. Mostly nuisance calls.

You guys know how it is. But there was one that actually seemed very legit.

Right. Her name's Gail Burke.

Retired EMT. She's got commendations up and down her file. Not a kook.

Let's hear it.

For the past week, I've been seeing this strange guy go in and out of the

community center of the block, and that place has been closed for months.

Also, I saw a few girls go in at odd hours, but they never came out. Now, I

called the NYPD, and no one followed up.

Somebody ought to check it out. Maybe the FBI will, just for peace of mind.

So I called her back.

Seems credible, if she's right.

All right.

Grab your jacket.

You want me to come with? Why not? It's your fish.

Okay.

Looks like the project doled out in May.

The developer said they had security cameras, but they shut them down months

ago. All right.

Split up.

Kelly, take left.

Hey, it's clear someone's been using this place as a crash pad. I mean, you

tell your tipster she was right.

Okay, we'll check security cameras in the area, see about these girls she said

came through. There should be another door here.

Well done, Kelly.

What is that?

Decomp.

Found the source of that smell.

Not much for peace of mind.

Neck abrasions on all three women is consistent with manual strangulation.

They all look pretty fresh. Body decompison stages ranging from last week

last night.

The most recent victim's got defensive material beneath her nails.

She fought back before he crushed her windpipe.

Okay, we'll get that DNA tested, processed, and see if it matches anyone

database. Hey, I'm on his back.

Looks like a brand. It's cauterized.

The initials VC.

Think our guy did this?

If he did, it wasn't recent.

All right. Let's get this back to the jock. See if they can make anything of

Thanks. Yeah.

Remind me to never underestimate the tip lining, and those are great instincts,

Coe. Thanks. All right. Tell us about our three victims.

Yeah. Fingerprints ID them as Jacqueline King, Hyacinth Duffy, and Vesper Green.

All in their early 20s.

all sex workers with multiple solicitation charges in New York and all

to death within the last week with no signs of rape or sexual assault.

So we may have a serial killer on our hands. Does that M .O. match any active

cases in or out of state? No hits in BICAP, but BAU is generating a profile

we speak. And the neighbor described the suspect as white, around 6 '3", and

driving a dark -colored SUV. We get eyes on any possible vehicle matches.

No such luck. It's the residential section of Washington Heights, so we'll

the dead zone. All right, what about fingerprints found at the scene?

Found plenty, but nothing popped up in Next Generation ID.

What about defensive wounds? Any skin cell DNA under the fingernails of the

recent victim? We ran the sample, but there were no matches in the system.

All right, then we work our way backwards through the Vicks.

These girls were sex workers, right? Stands to reason our killer picked them

at some point. Can we figure out where? Based on arrest records, they all worked

the street. No online escort services or profiles.

One of the women, Vesper Green, has a branding on the inside of her wrist.

Just ran it through the database.

That mark is tied to a known pimp, Buddy Cook.

Cook's currently locked up at FDI Ridgeberry, but his girls like to hang

a bodega on Roosevelt Avenue.

So within a week, our suspect has strangled three women in our own

This guy is on a spree. I want him ID'd now. Yes, ma 'am. Let's get Gola and Eva

over to Roosevelt Avenue. Maybe somebody saw them scoop up Vesper.

So, Gola, you got any special holiday plans?

Oh. Nina wants to host, you know, do it all for once, the whole shebang.

What, it's not your vision?

Well, our family's just kind of a lot, you know what I mean?

Yeah, I'm trying to explain to my mom why I'm still single over Christmas.

Quick!

Oh, here we go.

Special Agent Rommel of the school FBI.

It's hard enough without you people. Look.

We're not the cops. We're not trying to jam you up, okay? We just have to ask

you a couple questions.

Yeah? About what? Well, there's somebody out here targeting women in your line

of work, all right? We just need a little help.

You work for Buddy Cook?

I don't work for anybody.

Hey, you know your rights, Charlie.

You don't got to tell them nothing.

Thanks, Bev. I got this.

Do you know this girl?

Her name is Vesper Green.

Maybe, yeah.

What's going on?

Did something happen to her?

I'm sorry, but we found Vesper's body this morning, strangled to death.

What is this?

It's, um, it's Vesper. They said, they said she's dead.

Murdered, along with two other women, also sex workers.

I take it you guys were close.

We looked out for each other.

Well, did you notice any suspicious men lately?

How about all of them?

Look, can either of you recall any time she might have talked about somebody

that was acting strange, client, fight?

Fights happen all the time.

It's, what do they say, occupational hazard.

That's why we started working in pairs.

Was anyone working with Vesper the last time you saw her?

Yeah, Vesper was talking to some white dude left in an SUV.

Looked like it hadn't been washed in like ever.

I'm pretty sure Effie was with her.

He picked them both up.

All right, so the super confirmed he thought Effie O 'Rourke going to this

apartment a couple hours ago.

Get it.

On the ground. On your knees.

Hey, hey.

Effie?

Effie? I'm going to be okay.

She tried to drug me. Stop talking. She tried to drug me. Stop talking.

Brennan Krawchuk.

Says here that you're a project manager at Iron State.

A high -end contracting firm.

It's a respectable job.

No priors. How'd you end up in this mess?

Three girls. What, Effie was going to be your fourth?

Wait, what? What do you think I did?

You're going to play dumb?

Okay. We'll just wait for the DNA match.

DNA? What are you talking about?

Here are the photos of the three sex workers that you strangled to death and

threw in a freezer.

We can link every one of their murders to you. Wait, hold on. I have never seen

these women in my life. That's not what we heard, according to an eyewitness.

This girl, Vesper Green, her.

And Effie O 'Rourke, the one that we caught you beating, were picked up by

same John, white, male, 30s, around 6 '3", and they were driven off in a dark

SUV just like the one that you own. That proves nothing.

Half the city drives a dark SUV.

Look, whatever they saw, it wasn't me.

And besides, I don't pick up prostitutes.

That girl Effie, she picked me up. You do understand that lying to the FBI is a

federal crime. I'm telling you, I am not lying. You better start talking.

I stopped at O 'Brien's after work.

Couple of beers.

This girl sits down next to me and she comes on really strong.

Like, she wants to party.

Why not, right?

We get back to my place, we hook up a little, and then she sneaks away to make

drinks. That's when I caught her trying to roofie me. So then you started to

beat the hell out of her. When I confronted her, she grabbed a knife,

You guys didn't see that part.

Look, she tried to drug me.

And, yes, I lost control.

But if you need proof, test my DNA or whatever, it will show that I was

near those girls. You'll see.

I'm innocent.

You're far from innocent, Brandon.

What do you think?

I hate to say it. I think you're telling the truth.

Yeah, but you saw what I saw.

You would have killed that girl if we didn't show up.

Yeah, he's a piece of work. But BAE's prelim profile says we need to look for

somebody who's...

Antisocial, who has a lifelong hatred for women.

He was making eye contact with me the whole time. He wanted my approval.

OK, so maybe the profile was wrong.

There's one way to find out.

Let's hold him, and we'll get an STR analysis in the morning.

OK.

Hey, morning.

Hey. I'm afraid Maggie's hunch was right. Our killer is still out there.

The DNA found under Vesper's nails was not a match for Brandon Krawcheck.

Flat tracks. I had Kelly dig into Brandon's credit cards. He was in Boston

last two weeks at a work site. His manager confirmed it. Oh, and ERT found

traces of her hypno in a broken glass at his apartment.

So Effie did try to drug him.

There's something about this case. The closer we look, the blurrier the picture

gets. Well, Effie got released from hospital, so let's talk to her. Maybe

can help us figure out what's what. Yeah.

You know, Effie, we can't even imagine what you're going through.

A lot of my days are tough.

The hell do cops care all of a sudden?

Well, you're lucky we found you when we did, Effie.

Okay? We know that you tried to drug Brandon Crawchuck before he attacked

Okay?

There's somebody that's killing girls like you.

All right? We're here trying to piece that together.

What do you mean? Like, a serial killer?

Esper Green and two other women were found murdered.

It's him.

Who's him?

This John.

He picked us up, me and Vesper.

He paid me to drug that guy.

He paid you to drug Brandon Krawchuk?

Yeah.

Did you catch him?

No, that's why we're here.

Look, we need your help.

You just said that he picked you up and your friend Vesper Green, right?

Is there something that you remember about this John? Like, did he give you a

name? No, he barely spoke, and he paid a lot.

A thousand up front, and another a thousand when the job was done.

What was the job?

Go to the bar, take Brandon home, drug him, and take his wallet.

What did the John want in the wallet?

He showed me a photo of Brandon, told me where Brandon drinks after work, but

Brandon was not at the bar the first night, and it was a lot of money, and so

tried again, and once I got the wallet, I was...

Supposed to meet the guy in Washington Heights.

That's where you found them.

Isn't it?

Was

Vesper

supposed to steal something too?

After that, the creep picked us up.

We all went to the diner.

He spoke to me in Vesper in separate booths.

Where was the diner?

You don't have to convince me Effie's story is far -fetched, but her

of the John who hired her matches the description of our killer saying for the

car he was driving, so we were chasing that frisbee.

All right, we got eyes on the diner. Effie said her and a friend were taken,

too. Got to, but the cameras only cover half the parking lot. Well, that'll have

to do. Eyes up for a dark SUV, right?

Hey, yeah, got something.

2 .22 p .m. All right, all right. Man exiting a dark SUV with our two women. I

can't see the plates.

All right, but that's definitely Epi and Vesper. So who's the guy in the dark

blue hoodie?

We only need one frame, right? We need the seven reference points to get an ID.

Just hold on. Let me try something.

Yeah, I think I got it.

Update to our Facebook software. It can pull from different angles to get a

composite. Got it.

Okay, folks, eyes up.

Warren Stroud. Let's get to know each other. Talk to me. Looks like he lives

of town. Current address is in Elkins Park.

Philadelphia. Yeah, he lost his trucking job post -pandemic.

Recently declared bankruptcy.

I'm also seeing divorce documents filed by his wife, Janice, but they have yet

to be finalized.

Okay, any reason given for the divorce?

Wife claims she got her husband with multiple sex workers.

Okay, so maybe Warren's redirecting his anger for his misfortune at sex workers.

Could be blaming them for his downturn.

So how does stealing the guy's wallet fit into all of this? What's the

connection to Brandon Krawcheck?

Maybe Warren paid these other girls to steal things before he killed them, too.

Some kind of twisted ritual, but...

Now, we need another piece to this puzzle. Okay, we've been pouring over

Warren's financials. His card was charged at a Bronx motel last week.

right before the murders began.

Yeah, get this. That motel, ten minutes away from the community center where we

found the bodies.

Get Skoll and Eva there now.

Up against the wall.

Alright, we're all clear.

We're looking for Warren Stroud.

Who are you?

I'm his wife.

Will someone please just tell me what do you think he did?

We believe that your husband has murdered three different women here in

York. All sex workers.

This is insane.

But Warren would never do anything like that. He's not a killer. He's a good

man. Janice, you divorced your husband because you found him cheating on you

with sex workers.

I did, but it's complicated.

What's complicated about it?

You know that something is wrong with your husband.

He's on lithium and anti -seizure meds. He's sick, okay? He needs help. He needs

my help.

Been in a spiral, better part of a year.

Lost his job.

I found him with a prostitute.

There were others.

Him doing that?

Bring him.

Whatever they gave him back to our bed? No.

I left.

But I... I still care about him.

Okay, so how did you end up here at this motel?

I've been here before.

He left me a message two nights ago. It sounded like he was on an upswing.

So I drove into the city to find him.

You still got the voicemail? Can we hear it?

We are at the precipice of true destruction.

I love you so much.

This world is going to burn.

And I'm holding the match, and it's lit in my hand, and it doesn't hurt.

This day of reckoning is so close.

I can't wait to see it all in ruins.

That sounds like more than a spiral to me.

Since we split up, he's been alone, isolated, staring at that laptop. Who

what he's doing on that thing?

Okay, we're going to need to get that down to the chalk.

I'd like to stay here in case Warren comes back, if that's all right.

I'm sorry, Janice, this is a crime scene.

Well, then I'll take another room.

I want Warren to see my face first.

No matter what happens, he owes me that much.

Okay.

We'll get some undercover officers posted outside.

And if he calls you, you'll be the first to know.

This world is going to burn.

And I'm holding the match, and it's lit in my hand, and it doesn't hurt.

This day of reckoning is so close.

I can't wait to see it all in ruins.

Okay, stop it there. The precipice of destruction, day of reckoning. Does that

sound like a guy who's off his meds?

Yeah. Yeah, but what I mean is that's not just a guy off his meds. That's a

who's planning something, right? His wife said that Warren is online day and

night. So what if these women that he killed, what if it's a part of some kind

of plan?

Were we able to track Warren's phone?

He must have turned it off. Last ping is at the community center the other

night. Right.

Maybe we're looking at this the wrong way.

Maybe it's not a psychosexual serial killing.

Maybe it's...

Part of some doomsday plot.

OK, let's talk this through. What do we know? We know Warren picked up this

woman, Effie, paid her $1 ,000 to steal this guy, Brandon Krawcheck's wallet,

and bring it back to him, which is weird.

But if it is a whole plot, did he kill these women to use them in the same way?

to get them to steal from the actual target, and then he killed the women off

cover his tracks.

We can look at the recent NYPD robbery report.

Yeah, filtering for male victims who claim to have been robbed by female

suspects over the last week. All five boroughs, all ages, let's cast a wide

Take us through it. How were you robbed?

I was watching the ballgame at Finnegan's, just minding my own damn

when this girl came and sat at the bar.

And then what happened?

She started flirting, like, real suggestive.

Thought it was my lucky night. I jumped to bring her back to my place.

Believe it or not, but it's been a while since I had company.

Do you see the woman who approached you in these photos?

That's her.

That's the crazy girl that roofied me.

Redhead, that's her.

Yes, her.

She seems so pleasant.

And you were certain that you were drugged. Did you get a talk screen?

No, but I'm sure she must have slipped something in my drink.

This one minute, we're raising our glass to a chance meeting.

And then I woke up in the morning.

Things were going great, and then I woke up in the morning, just felt like I

took a brick to the face.

What did she steal from you?

My laptop.

My work lanyard was gone.

She took my damn keys.

For your home, car.

And then some.

Like, I'm a fleet manager over at NYEP.

New York Eastern Power.

She took facility keys, substation key fobs, all gone.

Boss is pissed, and I look like an idiot.

What would she want with your work lanyard? I'm a third -generation IBEW.

I run operations for every NYEP substation in Manhattan.

Was this a personal laptop?

I wish.

I'm a civil engineer at Ford -Michelson. There was very sensitive information on

that computer.

What kind of sensitive information?

My firm won a big contract for doing seismic updates, big infrastructure

projects. Including Eastern Power facilities?

Sure. Schematics, all kinds of info on that laptop.

And you only need two things to access any Eastern Power facility.

One, a company truck.

And two, a working key card. But of course you wouldn't know how to navigate

site unless you had the blueprint stolen from the third target.

So what are we saying? Warren is threatening some sort of attack on the

infrastructure.

Okay, so let's warn Eastern Power there could be a security breach and let's

mobilize NYPD to all its facilities, yeah?

The only thing we haven't figured out is how Brandon Krawchuk factors into this.

We need to get his wallet's evidence, see what he's got worth taking.

All right, let's get somebody to MCC.

Brandon's lawyer bonded him out two hours ago.

What? But if Warren needed something from Brandon and didn't get it, Warren

could already be after him. Get Maggie and I away to Brandon's apartment now.

He's got a body.

It's Brandon. He's dead.

Hands up and get down on your knees.

Now!

It doesn't matter.

Think you can prevent the Day of Reckoning?

The clocks will be reset.

You murdered three women, Warren.

You had them drug and rob three different male targets.

Where are the stolen items that you killed for?

The silent treatment is not going to work. We have already tied your DNA and

your fingerprints to the three victims.

They won't be the last to die.

Well, you are in here now, so how's that going to work?

Things always settle out in the end.

Sometimes you just need to give them a little push.

So there's a plan, something you need to push. Is that what you're saying?

Jeez, I don't know what I'm saying sometimes.

Your wife is here, in the city.

She said she was worried about you.

If you say so.

Stolen keys, stolen lanyard, a laptop.

What's it all for?

What's the plan?

The plan hasn't changed at all. You said that the clocks were going to be reset.

What's that all about?

Warren.

What do you want?

I want what we all want.

To live free.

We are free.

And so were you, until you killed those women. I'm not.

You aren't.

We're all trapped.

It's the one thing we have in common.

Whose words are those?

I don't think they belong to you.

You working with somebody?

You have no idea what I'm capable of. Who were you working with?

Admit that you're trapped.

I'm tired of this.

If you can't see it, we got nothing to talk about.

You're going to remember this conversation when the judge signed your

warrant. You can't threaten me.

I may be locked up now, but soon there will be no prisons.

Well, it finally hit the post.

What post is that?

Post Society.

Hey, Ty, where you guys at?

Uh, me and Kylie just went skating and we're gonna grab some lunch.

You're still giving us a ride back later, right?

Uh, no, look, I'm gonna need you and your pal to head home.

I can't tell you why, it's a work thing, so I need you to take it seriously.

Come on, Dad.

Yeah, really, sorry.

Alright, we'll head back.

Tyler, what's going on?

Call me when you get home, okay?

I love you.

My dad wants us to head back.

So I dug into Warren's phone. He is very active on a private telegram server,

similar to the telegram channels used by domestic terrorists. It is very grim

stuff. Accelerationists preaching about doomsday.

Accelerationists, what are we talking about, a hate group?

These people, they hate the world. Their channel isn't tied to any racist

ideology. They call themselves Third Testament.

And they're not religious extremists? Far from it. The only god that these

people bow down to is chaos. They believe that... Violence is the ultimate

motivator for change. The Third Testament was founded by this man, Chip

McCaffrey. And have we dragged him down yet?

Don't need to. He's dead, killed in a fire after a standoff with ATF in 2022.

Right. The prophet is gone, but his song lives on. And these message boards,

they are just an echo chamber for his members to provoke each other into

committing more extreme acts of violence. And it looks like Warren took

bait. It appears that they goaded him into committing a lone wolf attack on

Manhattan's critical infrastructure.

Right. Well, Eastern Power deactivated all the stolen items. The ERT did a full

sweep. They found nothing.

What about Brandon Krawchuk's wallet?

We never found it.

What if he wasn't in that apartment alone?

Goes there with a partner, kills the guy.

And hands the wallet off to his partner.

Right, Warren stays back to deal with the body, then we bust in. Brandon

Krawcheck is a project manager at Iron State Contracting. That means he'd have

access to demo material, heavy machinery, explosives.

We need to find out who Warren has been in contact with.

Let's get his wife in here.

Yeah.

Hey, bad news. Janice Stroud just bolted that room she checked into. It was

empty. She must have slipped away, and she powered down her phone.

All right, we've got to find her now.

But you should see this.

20 minutes ago, one of the stolen eastern power trucks pulled into this

construction site.

That's the construction site where Brandon Krawcheck worked. Okay, so

Stroud is in custody, so who is driving that truck?

I've got another angle there.

Well, at least we found her.

All right, folks, Warren Stroud is not working alone.

Janice Stroud, his wife, is working with him. She just stole his truck like they

had planned and is likely trying to finish what he started.

I don't believe she's done. How much do you want to bet that duffel bag is full

of explosives?

Yeah, we still got eyes on that truck?

No, no, we're still looking. All right, everyone should be scrubbing. We need to

find that vehicle and somebody call Eastern Power. Make sure those stolen

cards are deactivated, yeah? I'm on it.

Jubal, looks like the truck just crossed the toll on the Brooklyn Battery

Tunnel.

Okay, what does Eastern Power have near there?

The Metropolitan Grid Substation. It uses insulating gas to protect high

-voltage equipment. It's just a few blocks away.

All right, get a team there right now.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, Tyler. What's going on, buddy?

Not a great time. You on the train?

We were about to, but, look, you always said if I saw something that looked off,

I should call you.

Uh, yeah, sure. What did you see?

Kylie and I were headed to the train just now and...

Weird gunshot.

Tell them about the guys.

And then we thought two guys rushed out of the van and headed to this building.

They had guns and a big rolling briefcase.

Where is this?

We're on Hudson, like four blocks away from your office.

Okay, I'm going to have somebody check it out, but I need you and Kylie to get

in a taxi right now and go home. Do you understand?

Okay. Okay, yeah.

Okay, you did good, Ty.

Call me when you're home.

Skol and Eva just landed at the sub station.

Scully, that's the truck.

All right, Jubal.

I got eyes on Janet, who's held up as a gay with the key card. We're moving in.

Janet!

The FBI, all right? I need you to step out of the truck slowly with your hands

in the air.

Headed for the transformer.

Everybody, get up. Get up.

Get up. Go.

Go. Let's go.

Okay, we got the live feed off from the tub station.

Okay, here we go.

There's Janet.

Where's she going? Keep an eye on her. Yep.

People, we got an active shooter.

Send backup.

Who's our shooter? Kelly? Yeah. Who's our shooter?

Uh, not getting any hits, Jubal. Okay, I got Janice. She's entering the

substation.

Whoa, that's... PBX polymer -bonded explosives and not just a single

Skola Eva, you there?

All right, Duval, tell me you're up on this place.

Yeah, we're patched in. We've got your eyes. Our suspect is in possession of

explosives. How much?

Enough to take down the whole damn substation and more.

She's currently attaching it to the gas lines. We know where that is. Where is

she? Transformers, they're on the second floor of the tower.

All right, she went to the second floor. Get up there when you can, safely.

We need more boots on the ground. Yeah, on it. Oh, I dispatched a team to check

something out nearby.

Why? Tyler's in the city. He saw two men run into a building with guns. Where?

Hudson, right here. We haven't heard back from the team yet. No, negative. 60

Hudson, it's a lighthouse.

A building that houses all the fiber optic cable for the city. Every telecom

emergency service lane convenes at the base of that building.

This isn't a lone wolf event.

This is a wide -scale attack.

They're targeting lower Manhattan.

Okay, we need backup to 60 Hudson right now.

Alpha team secure the area. The rest with us.

Wait

for

the reload.

Cover us. Now!

Suspect down. Janice is on the west tower, second floor.

If

you're

on the bomb.

Janice! Go, go, go. I'll get her.

Cut the blasting cap to neutralize the device completely.

You're damn right, dude.

It's all over.

What the hell just happened?

Are you guys seeing this?

Jubal, what the hell was that?

How long till the generator kicks back in? It should be coming up.

You still got comms? Hey, Maggie, away. Can you hear me?

Maggie?

Jubal, can you hear me?

Comms are down.

Somebody talk to me. Okay, okay. We've lost all contact with FDNY and NYPD.

911 emergency line is also down. We're completely dark here. Nothing is

responding. No traffic cams, no pull cams. The cell towers are not

They could be down or just be overwhelmed.

They did it.

What? They took down the city's entire fiber optic network.

Okay, guys, come on.

You've reached Tyler. I'm at you right now. Leave a message after the beep.

Come on, Tyler. Pick up the phone.

Jubal, the phone network is crashing. You're not going to get through.

Jubal? Jubal!

Keep going, keep going.

That way, check him out.

Keep going, you guys.

Come on, guys, get out of here, please.

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey.

Can you get up?

Can you get up? You're welcome.

Everybody, keep going.

Keep going.

We need help!

Okay, Tyler, listen to me. You're going to be okay.

Your dad is here, okay?

I need a doctor, a medic!

Jubal?

Maggie!

Maggie, is that you? Maggie, please, I need to get him to the hospital. Give me

a medic, now. Okay, come on in.

Tyler, wake up, please.

Look at me, buddy.

Tyler, Tyler.

Please, wake up, honey. Come on.

Please, give me somebody.

Please, wake up.