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Everyone's looking good. Get off your feet, let's go!

All right, East Nasty. Let's register this thing on the Richter scale.

Let's get it! Come on!

Hey, Jules. We gotta cut this thing off, man.

It's getting too crazy in here.

Oh. Crazy's the whole point, Tray. Come on.

We do this right, we're gonna make Fyre Fest look like amateur hour.

- Let's go. - It was amateur hour.

We got too many people in here.

Our outlets are overtaxed, metal detectors on the fritz,

- and you can barely see my exit signs. - Oh, you are killing the vibe.

Come on, Tray, look around. Every

single one of these 10.0s is tagging us.

They're gonna put us on the map.

Hey, watch it.

Me watch it?

You know who I am? I'm the king, you bitch!

Hey!

Call me a bitch again.

- You think that's funny? - Jules...

Who's laughing now, bitch? Ha-ha! Let's dance, baby.

What is that? Do you smell that?

- It's gas! - It's gas?

- My eyes! I can't see! - It burns!

- It's poison! Run! - Run!

Poison!

It's not poison, it's pepper spray!

Outta my way!

Who throws a rave at 7:00 a.m. anyway?

This one started 12 hours ago. People were still going hard.

How many are still in there?

Could be 20, could be 60. Your guess is as good as mine.

- Hey. Hey, stop. Stop! Don't pull. - No, please! Ow! Please stop!

Pull her like that, you might snap her in half.

- These people can hardly breathe. - Let us worry about that.

Please, help! We're dying.

Hey, folks, we're gonna get you all out of this, all right?

Hurry!

How?

You ever done a sliding block puzzle?

- There you go. - Whoa!

Pull. There we go. There we go. There we go.

All right, get him out of here, guys. Check for broken bones.

From the top, one at a time. Here we go. Moving 'em out.

Here we go. Gurney coming in. Now we're moving. Now we're moving.

Let's go. C-collars.

Get her on there. Get her on there.

Radio Village West. They're gonna have a hell of a morning.

Patient suffered deep lacerations and potential crush injuries.

Take him to Dr. Roy, Trauma Bay One.

Vitals are stable. Possible broken ribs.

Park her in the lobby, Ry. Follow along.

Spurting injury. We did a tourniquet on his brachial artery.

- Trauma Bay Three, Dr. Nissa. - Sam! Sam! We need you in here.

Something's wrong with my friend. She's, like, inflating.

Inflating?

What's happening to me?

Stay calm. We're gonna help you, sweetie.

Broken ribs, right?

One probably punctured her lung while she was lying here.

Subcutaneous emphysema?

She doesn't smoke.

That's not what that means.

Air's leaking out of her lungs to her chest and surrounding tissue,

crushing her airway.

Okay. She needs a chest tube.

First, we need to manually relieve the air from the sub-Q space.

- You wanna do this here? - Prep the clavicle, grab me a scalpel.

- Yep. - What are y'all doing?

We need to cut her some blowholes.

Did you say "blowholes"?

We need to push the air out so that her lungs have room to expand.

- Okay, Ry. - Yep.

So sorry, sweetie, but this is gonna sting.

Okay, breathe for us.

Yeah. Good.

Breathe.

Good job.

Vitals restoring.

O2's rising.

It's working. Pressure's releasing.

How do you feel?

Like I can finally breathe.

Good. That makes three of us.

- Thank you. - Nice work, babe.

You too.

Oh, my God. Are you guys dating?

We're married actually.

Relationship goals.

You're all right. You're okay.

I'm afraid it's gotten worse.

As you can see there,

polyps have doubled their size since your last scan.

I mean that don't make no sense.

I've been doing all the vocal exercise stuff you've been pushing,

yodeling, steam breathing.

Hell, I've been chewing on this fake-ass cigarette for months.

Well, there's really no substitute for surgery.

Look, I told you.

I can't afford it yet.

Ms. Bennings,

if you leave this untreated much longer,

you're gonna risk scarring,

sound hoarse permanently

or even hemorrhage.

A hemorrhage?

It's that critical.

You need the surgery.

Before it's too late.

When you said you were gonna teach me how to drive today,

this isn't what I pictured.

You know, my daddy taught me how to operate my first tractor

when I was 12.

He said, "One day this will all be yours."

Well, I blinked and here we are.

It's your turn.

Go on, climb on up.

You want me to do it by myself?

Don't be scared, okay? I'll be right beside you.

I believe in you, Carly.

Okay, what do I do?

Well, first you buckle up.

Now push in the clutch.

Right here. Then put it in forward gear.

- Like this? - Yeah, just like that. Now turn her on.

Oh.

Now, ease your foot off the clutch.

Whoa.

That was a little quick releasing the clutch, but you're okay.

I-It's going too fast.

Okay, well, if you wanna slow down, just ease back on the throttle.

- Where? I-I don't see it. - It's right next to the steering wheel.

Just pull that back.

- Cat! - Don't swerve!

Watch out for the pond!

- It's okay. It's okay. - It's okay.

Please! Please! Help, we're down here!

Paramedics, assess the patients. We gotta hurry up here.

Watkins, Blue, start cribbing.

We need to get him out of there.

- Please hurry. - We got him, sweetie.

You have to hold him up, or he'll go under.

Don't worry. We'll take good care of him, baby.

Okay.

Hey, sweetie, I need you to go with paramedic Yu.

He'll check you out to make sure you're okay.

Sir, I'm Roxie. This is Taylor.

I-I'll be right here, Daddy.

It's okay, baby.

Sir, can you breathe? How's your pain?

I got a little pressure in my chest and my legs, but mostly just cold.

Does this hurt right here?

No. Most of the weight landed on the rocks.

I'm just stuck.

Cribbing's in place, Cap.

Hey, Doc, how's he doing?

Good news is, he's not crushed.

Seems like the hood's resting on some rocks,

but he's trapped in the pocket.

Don't think he has a spinal, but hypothermia's already setting in.

That means we don't have a lot of time.

Let's get this thing off him now.

Taylor, be ready to get a backboard underneath him.

We're gonna throw the kitchen sink at this.

We're gonna raise it and slide him out.

On my call, one, two... Go!

Pull. Pull!

Come on. Don't quit. Don't quit. Pull!

There we go. There we go. There we go.

It's working. Keep going.

Just a little more. Keep going.

- It's stalling. - It's not high enough.

He's still stuck between the rocks.

Cap, it's too heavy.

We put any more stress on these lines,

they're gonna snap like rubber bands.

It may be too much already.

Well, we need to try something else

because his body temperature is dropping.

We may not be able to raise the tractor, but we can lower the man.

Ry, get ready to dig.

Get over there and dig. Taylor, Rox,

lift him up as best you can!

Come on, boys. Dig, dig, dig!

Come on. Dig, dig, dig, boys.

Before it drops.

- How we looking? - It's not quite there.

That thing's gonna go!

Just put him under and yank him out.

Hold your breath.

Here we go.

Go. Go.

Dad! Are you okay?

It's okay, honey, I was just stuck.

Sir, is your leg okay?

Leg's okay. It was just pinched.

We'll take you to the hospital to make sure.

- Oh, no. Just... - I'm so sorry.

- This was all my fault. - No, honey,

I blame the cat that ran out in front of us.

Oh. So that's how this happened. See,

this is why I don't trust cats, man.

Wait, wait, wait, y'all hear that?

- What? - Shh.

That.

Think it's coming from the engine. Open that hood.

Well, I'll be.

There you go, Blue.

That's why she ran out in front of us. She was trying to save her baby.

Uh, "babies." There's more of 'em.

What?

Look at that.

Come on. Come on.

Okay.

There you go.

Rox.

Help this little guy out.

Is that all of them?

There might be one more.

Oh, my goodness. Right by the radiator.

Ow. You got sharp little nails, big boy.

You okay? You're okay.

Oh, he was stuck in the radiator.

You're all right, big boy.

Oh, my goodness, there you go.

Yeah, you're welcome, Mama.

Well...

...that's a lot of cats.

Hey, hon.

Did you sleep well?

Hey, there's coffee in the pot.

Mama, since when do you iron?

Since you started having weekly brunch at Raleigh Manor.

You can't show up as creased as a Kentucky Bible.

But... Hey, your britches are hanging behind you.

Mama, I appreciate you embracing me

spending so much time with the Harts.

I think it is a beautiful thing

that your father has welcomed you into the family with such open arms.

It's better than we ever could have hoped for.

Well, there is a little more that we could hope for.

You mean money?

Don't look at me with those bush baby eyes.

You know that's been the plan since day one.

You told me he's paid to support me my whole life.

Yeah, but that's not even half of what you're owed.

What we're owed.

We're owed?

Yes, we.

Uh, I deserve a little bit too.

I mean, all those years I didn't go on the road

'cause I had a baby at home and nobody to help me take care of it.

God, who knows where I could've been now?

I could've been a headliner.

I never thought about it like that.

All right, so tell me,

what amount of money could ever make up for that?

There ain't one.

But him paying for my procedure would be a nice start.

You know what, that's fair.

I'll tell him today about you needing the surgery.

What? No. No, you can't do that.

Why not?

Because that wife of his wouldn't let him give you a nickel

if she knew it was for me.

So, what am I supposed to say?

Remind him that you wrecked your car, that you need a new one,

and that you owed money on the old one.

But I didn't owe money on it.

He doesn't need to know that.

I am done with the lies, Mama.

Believe me, I don't want you to.

But I might not have much longer to wait.

Oh, Ma... Mama, what? What happened? You get bad news?

No. No, I did not get bad news.

Everything's fine.

It's just... Miranda Lambert asked me to go on tour with her, so...

Well, the insurance is supposed to write me a check for the car.

It won't be much, but it's yours.

And I may get a little raise after my

ceremony tomorrow at the firehouse.

They're gonna officially make me a probie.

I know, and I wouldn't miss it.

But you know I can't accept that.

Look, you just need to focus on being happy, Son.

Focus on that big ceremony tomorrow. You've earned it.

This salmon is incredible, Don.

Seriously. I don't think I ever tasted fish this good.

The secret's in the dry rub, which is all Blythe.

Grows the herbs herself.

Well, it's amazing, Blythe.

Well, thank you, Blue.

Yeah, it was my girls' favorite too. They never missed a brunch.

How many do you have?

I have two. I have Hannah, who's a junior at the Naval Academy,

and then Paige, who just started at UT Knoxville.

Oh. That's great.

Well, what about your folks? I still haven't heard anything about 'em.

They are no longer with us.

They passed away when I was ten.

What? What happened?

Uh, there was a fire.

Don was the only one to get out.

I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm sorry too.

So, Blue, have you yet heard how these two met?

Mmm. No, tell me.

- You want to, or... - I can, I can. I can.

So, this is back when I was a probie, all right?

Uh, we pick up this guy who called 911...

Yeah.

...with a severe bowel obstruction.

You know, he's in a lot of agony, heart rate through the roof.

And we rush him to the ER, which is a total zoo.

- Like usual. - So I start screaming.

I'm like, "Hey, hey, this guy's dying on me. He's dying on me."

And then out comes this angel of a first-year intern.

Just as the guy rips the biggest fart known to man.

True story. I was there.

And remember what he said?

- Uh, "The smell of sweet relief." - "Smell of sweet relief."

The patient had trapped gas. That was his problem.

How romantic.

You know, I'm just... I'm just gonna say it.

It's... It's so nice to see y'all laughing together again.

- I was thinking the same thing. - Yeah.

So how's it been, being back under the same roof again?

It's been amazing.

Yeah, we're making time for each other, doing date nights.

Good.

It's been a really great second beginning for us.

Well, we know something about those.

Yes, we do.

I don't think we've gotten into a single fight.

Huh. Well, we... we had one fight.

- What fight? - The fight from the other night.

That... That was hardly a fight. It was a... a disagreement.

Hmm. Well, then, we can agree to disagree.

- Okay. Somebody clue us in. - Thank you.

Okay. I told her about the tractor call with the kittens,

and now she wants a cat,

- but I want a dog. - Hmm.

Y'all know I've always wanted one.

Look at that face.

Isn't that a sweet face?

Yeah, it's-it's a very sweet face, but

we work 160 hours between us a week,

so who's gonna take it out? Who's gonna walk him?

We would think of something.

You're thinking with your heart, not your

head. We need something low-maintenance,

with automatic feeders and a litter box.

A cat just makes a lot more sense right now.

You could always get a guinea pig. Guinea pigs are low-maintenance.

So it boils down to logistics?

We had one when I was ten.

Sweetest personality, cute little face. His name was Chompers.

Yeah, I mean, most big things do.

Okay, but by that rationale, we're

never gonna get around to having kids.

We should probably talk about this at a different time.

Ryan, I... I think she's right.

- You've wanted to have kids, right? - Yeah, I do, just not on a time line.

What are you talking about?

I mean, since the day we got married, we've said that we'd start trying

after you finished your residency.

That was before.

- Before what? - Before we almost got divorced, Ryan.

I just really don't think we need any more pressure on us right now.

We welcome you all here for a very special day.

They say a firehouse is a family.

Around here we mean that literally.

We come from different places, different backgrounds,

yet... we form a bond that is often stronger than blood.

Because ours is a family that is forged in fire.

Fire can damage, it can destroy,

yet it can also burn away weakness and fear.

Blue Bennings, you have been through the...

the fires of life.

Fires of health.

Even been through the fires of an actual firenado.

All in his first week.

And every time, you have come out stronger.

Cadet,

you have earned your spot in the 113 family,

and it is my deep honor to hand you this probationary patch

and officially make you Nashville's newest firefighter.

The honor's all mine, Captain.

Congratulations, Son.

Whoo! Get it, B!

Time to clean the toilets, probie!

Whoo!

Come on now.

Well, congratulations, firefighter.

I can honestly say we've never had a candidate quite like you.

Thank you, Chief.

Congrats to you too, Captain.

- Appreciate you, boss. - You bet.

I am so damn proud of you, Blue.

I mean, aren't you damn proud of him, DonDon?

More than words.

Well, that means the world coming from both of y'all together.

Hey, Mama, you know Roxie, our lead paramedic.

- Hi. - Hey, good to see you again.

We met at his skills test.

Oh, yeah. Can you take a picture of all of us together, Rosie?

- It's Roxie, but sure. - Come on, DonDon, get in here.

There we go.

Okay, smile.

- You look like you're about to burst. - Huh. What? No.

But if that hand goes any lower, I will break it.

- All right, there you go. - Thank you.

Oh. These are good.

Hey, DonDon, how about we get a photo of just the two of us?

You know, the joyful parents?

Yeah, Dix, uh, in-in a bit, okay?

See? He just gave her the brush-off without a second glance.

Well, congrats, B. So glad you'll be sticking around.

Me too, Taylor.

Nice to see you again, Ms. Bennings.

Call me Dixie.

Mama, Taylor's a singer too.

No kidding?

What kind of stuff do you sing, Taylor?

All sorts of stuff.

Well, maybe you could play me something.

Hey, Son. Everything okay?

Yeah, everything's great.

Well, that doesn't look like your "everything's great" face.

I was just texting Sam.

We're, uh, gonna have the big "baby" conversation when we're both home.

- Oh, boy. - Yeah.

You know what you're gonna say?

Honestly, no idea.

You got any advice?

I know you're a guy who likes to pin things down.

It's part of what makes you a great lieutenant.

Hmm. But...

But...

the thing about kids is...

they come when they come.

Sometimes when you least expect it.

Wow, she's really good.

This is beautiful.

You got the words, Mama. Come on.

Thank you. Thank you.

You okay?

Mama!

Help!

- Mama... - Dixie!

Help!

- Hey, Dixie. - Mama!

Okay, all right.

Okay, Blue, let's turn her on her side to clear her airways.

What's wrong with her?

Dixie?

I don't see any cuts in her mouth. It's coming from somewhere deeper.

- Get a stretcher. - We're on it.

Dixie?

It's all my fault.

What's your fault, Blue?

I'm the reason she's in here.

What? Don't be ridiculous.

Dad, I hate to ask this, but I need a loan.

I'd start paying it back every other

week as soon as I deposit my paycheck.

Sure, sure. How much do you need?

$45,000.

What do you need 45,000 for?

Mom. She needs surgery, and she can't afford it.

She's got polyps on her vocal cords.

I never knew it could get this bad, and if I had, I would...

- Mama. Are you okay? - Hi.

I'm fine, baby.

- Thank God. - Y'all didn't have to come.

Of course we did.

Excuse me. Somebody will be by in a moment with your discharge papers.

- Okay. - Okay.

They're cutting you loose?

Yeah, they, um...

They said it was some superficial bleed on my subglottis or some such.

They found it on the scan.

So then why'd you pass out?

Oh. I, uh, I faint at the sight of blood.

I mean, I have ever since I was a little girl.

- Uh-huh. - I mean, this is all a big nothing.

Dix, you don't have to lie to us. We know.

You know what?

I told him, Mama.

About your polyps.

I was just asking Dad for a loan.

No, I won't loan you the money. I will give you the money.

You book that surgery. We'll cover it.

I could never ask you to do that.

You're not asking. My son's asking.

No, we insist.

Don't we?

It's the only Christian thing to do.

Look, I'm... well, I'm gonna... I'm gonna head out.

Blythe, thank you so much for coming.

Oh. Of course, honey.

- It means a lot to me. - Oh, yes.

You take care, honey.

Thank you.

Especially for being here for my son.

Yeah, well, he loves you very much.

You don't have to walk me out.

I'll drop you off on my way to the station.

No, thanks. Cammie already said she'd give me a ride home.

Why would you ride with Cammie?

Because I'd rather not ride home with you, even if you do insist.

You're mad because I offered to pay for her surgery.

No.

I'm upset because you didn't so much as look in my direction.

If I had, what would you have said?

What? To writing a big fat check to your psycho ex-baby mama?

I know this has been a lot to deal with. Okay?

We've just been through so much together.

We've been through too many fires for

me to turn my back on her now.

You know,

until the end of that sentence,

I actually thought that the "we" was gonna refer to you and me.

Hey, Siri, call my son, please.

Calling Mason Pease.

No. No. Stop. Call Patrick Murray, my son.

Calling Patrick Murray.

- Hey, Ma. - Hiya, Son.

- How's Boston? - Cold. How's it going?

Just wanted to check in and maybe get some help staying awake.

Why don't you let Dad drive?

Oh. He's dead to the world right

now. Branson really took it out of him.

You should pull over.

They say drowsy driving's as bad as drunk driving.

I'm fine. I just wanted to hear your voice.

So what'd you guys do in Branson?

- How was it? - We had a blast.

Once your father realized that he's allowed to have fun.

Yeah, he's still adjusting to retired life.

But I'm really proud of you, Ma.

You're finally living your dream of hitting the open road.

Oh, thanks, hon. We miss you.

Oh, my God!

Ma? Ma?

Ma?

Caller says he was on the phone with his parents

when he heard a crash and the line went dead.

According to his location app, they should be within 50 yards of y'all.

There.

We got eyes on the vehicle.

Single MVA with a tree. Looks like the passengers are still inside.

Ry, Taylor, you guys take the passenger side.

Probie, you come with me. We got the driver.

Ma'am, if you can hear me, close your eyes.

- What happened? - Okay, ma'am, you've been in an accident.

Oh. Oh, where is my husband?

- Roger. Roger! - Being taken care of. It'll be all right.

We're coming to get you, sir. You just hang tight, okay?

Just hold on, sir, all right. We're gonna be in in just a second.

- What's happening with Roger? - We got you, ma'am.

- What's happening? - He's being taken care of.

Oh, my God.

Sir, can you open your eyes?

If you can hear me, we're gonna get you outta here, all right?

Come on.

I'd like you to follow my finger without moving your head.

- There you go. What's your name? - F-Fiona Murray.

Do you know where you are?

Outside Nashville.

Do you know what day it is?

Worst of my life.

All right, there's no sign of concussion.

Ms. Murray, can you tell me how this happened?

We're on a road trip down from Andover, Mass.

This was supposed to be the adventure of a lifetime.

I swerved to avoid a deer, lost control.

Please tell me Roger's okay.

My team's gonna give him the best

care they can. I can promise you that.

Thank you. Okay.

He's gone.

Cap... ...I need you to step over here.

Headed to ya.

You should tell PD to come with.

Copy that.

What's going on?

You notice anything about those branches in his chest?

No blood.

Only happens if his heart wasn't beating at the time of the crash.

He was dead before impact.

Depends which impact you mean.

I found dried blood in his hair,

and a hole in his skull.

Any idea what could have done that?

Looks like blunt force. Hammer, maybe?

You gotta be kidding me.

As long as we're all noticing things,

there were a few details I wanted to bring to your attention.

What happened? Is he okay?

Ma'am, I'm sorry to tell you your husband is deceased.

There was nothing we could do.

- Oh, God. No. - Rox, Tay.

- I feel dizzy. - I got you. I got you.

- Need a medic. Where's that gurney? - Dizzy.

- It's okay. - Oh, God.

Let's get her centered back in here. There we go.

Looked like she could have passed out.

Ma'am, I think we should take you to the hospital just to be safe.

Whatever you all think is best. I feel so alone.

Well, don't worry about that.

You're gonna have someone by your side the entire time.

What-What is the meaning of this?

We have reasonable cause to arrest you for murder.

Murder? What? That's insane. What are you talking about?

You told me you swerved to avoid a deer,

but the captain pointed out there's no skid marks on the road.

I...

I didn't brake, so what?

Well, there's also the fact that your

husband was dead before the accident

from a strike to the back of the head.

That doesn't prove I did it.

No, but something else the captain spotted will.

What?

You have dried blood on your shoe, yet you don't have any open wounds.

We'll need to collect it at the

hospital to confirm it's your husband's.

From that droplet shape,

I'm betting they're from when you placed

him in the car before the accident.

I've been a widow since the day we got married.

I had one dream: to explore the country after he retired.

He promised me, you know,

he postponed quitting for 11 years, but I... I waited.

I never complained.

Five days into this trip, he told me he wanted to go home.

So I gave him what he asked for!

Hey, hey. I'm home.

Hey.

Smells great in here.

There's stew in the Crock-Pot.

Stew.

Thought we could warm things up a little bit.

Sam, I'm just gonna go ahead and, uh, rip the Band-Aid off.

Okay.

The last few months that we've been

separated were the hardest of my life.

Mine too.

And, uh, I don't wanna do anything that walks us back to that edge.

Neither do I.

Good.

But...

But?

I just... I feel like we have so much

love to share and to keep it between us...

Ryan, we're not anywhere close to being ready to have kids.

- I know. I... - Okay. So, what are you saying?

You know, I pray to God that one day we are ready.

But in the meantime,

I feel like why don't we start with something a little smaller?

What did you do?

- What did you do? - I didn't do nothing.

You don't even like cats.

- No, I don't, but... but you do. - Hi, buddy.

- And seeing you happy makes me happy. - Hi.

Oh, my God. I love him.

He's from that tractor case.

I went back and asked if I could adopt him.

Thought we could name him Smoky.

You're joking, right?

No. Found him in an engine block,

and he's gray, so thought it was kinda cute.

Yeah, maybe a little too cute, when you meet his brother.

I'm sorry, his what?

Come here, boy.

Sam.

Sam, what did you do?

I thought you deserved to be happy too.

And the rescue place, they've been calling him Bandit.

Smoky and the Bandit?

It's too cute, right?

We need all the cuteness we can get in our life.

Aw.

Hi.

Go.

Okay.

All right, good job.

Good job, boy. Good job. Good job.

That's great.

Good job.

Looks like you got another winner.

Yeah, well.

But you never really know what you have until it counts.

Can you talk? I got a feeling there's

something you need to get off your chest.

I don't know why Dixie has such a hold over you.

But I will not be taking this crap anymore.

It's not a hold, it's a history.

When I came out of foster care, I had nobody.

I met Dixie, and she's the first person I met who understood that pain.

How am I supposed to compete with shared trauma?

There's no competition.

Dix and I were...

just two drowning kids trying to keep our heads above water.

You're the one who rescued me.

You saved me.

You are my light. You are my love.

And I'd just as soon die than have anybody else come between us.

Damn straight you will.

I'll make sure of it.

So, you be careful, cowboy.

I love you, Blythe.

I'm at peace with paying for Dixie's surgery.

That's very big of you.

Well... as the good Lord says,

"You keep your friends close, you keep your enemies closer."

I'm pretty sure that was Michael Corleone.

Well, then Dixie should be careful too.

There's no fiercer creature in nature

than the mama bear, who will fight all comers to protect her young.

Hey, baby.

You're home late.

Tough shift. I took the long way home.

Oh.

You needed some time to yourself.

All right, what happened?

This lady and her husband got in an accident.

She was crying in my arms when we pulled 'em out.

Oh, my God, he didn't make it?

She was so sad and so broken.

I almost started crying too.

Oh, my God, that poor woman.

Yeah.

Only she was lying through her teeth.

She killed her husband and staged the whole deal.

Really opened my eyes to some things.

Uh... Things?

What things?

How easy it'd be to fake an accident...

if you're deceitful enough, if you're low enough.

You seem tired.

You should turn in.

Don't. Don't do that.

I can't get the timing out of my head.

You spit up all that blood right after I told you I wouldn't lie

to get the money for your surgery.

Just what exactly are you accusing me of?

You faked it. Didn't you?

What?

How the hell could I fake spitting up all that blood?

You can buy blood packets online.

All right, you're just talking

crazy now. You need to go to bed.

You stop telling me what to do.

When we were at the hospital, you said you had scans of your bleed.

I'd like to see 'em.

I ain't got hard copies. They're digital.

Fine, let's log onto the website then.

Uh. I forgot the password.

Look, my health cannot handle this stress right now.

Damn it, Mama, just tell me the truth! What did you do?

Ugh.

I did you a favor.

Oh.

I knew it.

I knew it! You can talk.

You are really something else.

Excuse me?

Just who the hell do you think you're talking to, boy?

Honestly, I'm not sure anymore.

Fine. Fine, you want the truth?

Five days ago, I went to see my ENT,

and he told me that if I waited much longer to have this surgery,

I could lose my voice forever.

Now you wanna see video of the endoscopy? That I can show you.

What? Why didn't you tell me?

Oh, God. Because I was afraid you couldn't handle it.

And I was right.

You're just too soft.

It's my own damn fault, always trying to protect you.

What did the doctor say?

That my voice box is a ticking time bomb for a hemorrhage.

- Mama. - Oh, God, don't start boohooing.

It's all gonna be fine now.

Did I lie? Was I deceitful? Yeah. Hell yeah, I was.

But it was only so you didn't have to get your hands dirty.

And how do you repay your mother?

By shaking one of those squeaky-clean fingers in my face.

- I'm so sorry. If I'd known... - I said go to bed.

Yes, Mama.

Fresh off her kill, the mother returns to her cave,

ready to settle in for a long winter.

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