All language subtitles for 9-1-1 Nashville S01E11 720p WEB H264-JFF[EZTVx.to]

Mom, dad!

Megan's crying.

I think she's hungry.

Mom?

Fine.

I'll just feed her.

Mom! Dad! The house on fire!

Megan, I'm coming!

I got you, Megan. I'm
gonna wrap you up, okay?

Mom! Dad! We're in here!

We got one back here!

We got you, kid.

I can sit with him.

I'm the neighbor.

You don't recognize me, do you?

I just moved in next door to
y'all with my granddaughter.

She's the one who called 9-1-1.

How you holding up?

The doctors told me they all died.

Even my baby sister.

I'm so sorry.

Where do I go now?

I got nobody.

Well, social workers are on their way.

We'll, we'll, we'll stay
with you till they get here.

Here.

It's hot chocolate.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Ain't you gonna introduce yourself?

I'm Dixie.

I'm Don.

Hey.

Did you sleep at all?

He sent another letter.

You finally gonna read this one?

No.

Parole hearing's next week.

I know, honey.

I'm sure he's just begging for leniency.

Hoping to breathe a little
free air before he croaks.

How does that make you feel?

Angry.

Ashamed.

Ashamed? Why?

'Cause if I hadn't choked

at his original sentencing hearing, I...

He would never have been
up for parole in the first place.

You didn't choke.

You had a panic attack.
That's not your fault.

I let my family down, and no
one ever got to hear their story.

No one ever got to hear
how much they meant to me.

So, is that what you're
planning on doing now?

Yeah. If I can keep
myself from passing out.

I had another one at the firehouse.

A panic attack? When?

It was last night.

It was fine, rox was there for me,

and thank god no one else saw it.

Donnie, I-I wish that
you would not think of it

like it's this dark secret.

It is.

I ask these people every
day to follow me into fire.

What are they supposed to think

if they hear that I couldn't even...

they would think that you were human.

I mean, it might even
be good for them to see it.

For you to be seen.

No one needs to see this.

It just bothers me this whole
thing is coming up again.

You know, I...

The pain and the rage. I...

I just wanna make sure that this time

the world hears the story.

I understand.

But I don't think

that the rage and pain is coming back.

I-I think it's just coming
back to the surface.

So, what are you saying?

I'm saying that I think
it's always been there.

And maybe this could
be a good opportunity to,

to free yourself.

By freeing him?

He started a fire

under my parents' bedroom
over an unpaid debt.

He... he killed my family over two grand.

You wouldn't be doing it for him.

It would be for you.

Whatever you decide to do,

you know that you have my full support.

I know.

Thank you.

That said,

do you know what pastor
Rick says about grudges?

It's like drinking poison and
hoping to kill someone else.

Yeah, well, if it means
he dies behind bars,

I'm actually okay with that.

Get your hands off me, pig!

- Watch your mouth, punk.
- You know what?

Why don't y'all spend your
time catching real criminals?

That's 'cause drunk
knuckleheads are easier to catch.

So he's a funny pig, too.

Call me that again and
see what happens to you.

Don't.

- What?
- Call him a pig again.

Or you'll be fishing your teeth
out of that commode over there.

What you in for, handsome?

Bar fight.

Some idiot put "who let
the dogs out" on the jukebox.

Sounds like you did the public a service.

So, I take it you're a
frequent flyer around here?

I don't mean to brag, but...

they wanna give me a punch card.

- I'm Don.
- Dixie.

Dixie?

Hey, you didn't used to
live out on oak road, did you?

Next to a house that burned down?

I sure did.

My god.

You're Don hart.

And you're Dixie bennings.

- How about that?
- Wow.

What are you doing tomorrow, Dixie?

- Depends.
- On what?

What time they let us out.

Is there a sadder place than
a honky-tonk at 8:00 A.M.?

I like it.

Don't end up here unless
you got a story to go with it.

I mean, look at her.

I bet she's got a good one, right?

What are you scribbling?

Inspiration for later.

What are you, a writer or something?

Songwriter.

So, you sing too?

Yeah. Just never in public.

I get anxiety.

Well, you know, stage
fright never killed nobody.

I could think of something that has.

You a smoker, Don?

No.

Then why would you monogram
your initials on a lighter?

They're my dad's.

Donald hart, senior.

This was the only thing
that survived the fire.

Kind of ironic, ain't it?

They ever catch the
sumbitch who done it?

Nope.

You wanna know the worst part?

They got a box full of evidence

gathering dust in some warehouse.

That's usually what happens
when you come from where we do.

Yeah.

Hey!

Watch where you're going.

You bumped into the lady here.

- You got a problem?
- Yeah, I guess that depends

if you apologize.

The lady can speak for herself.

So, mosey on along, tough guy.

Got a temper on you, Don?

You ever think about taking a swing

at what you're really mad at?

And what's that?

Fire.

Be a fireman.

Put all that rage into something
that won't get you locked up

or your brains bashed in.

You know, I've actually
thought about that

ever since that night.

But what's the point when we both know

it always falls apart in the end?

True.

But I'd bet it'd be one hell of a ride.

Besides, I bet you would
look damn sexy in that uniform.

Okay, dix.

I'll do it.

- On one condition.
- What's that?

You take a ride with me.

If I make it through the
academy, you start singing.

Stage fright be damned.

Deal?

Done, Don.

Us against the world.

What did you just call me?

I said "done, Don," why?

I thought you said dondon.

And my mom used to call me dondon.

Then it's meant to be.

Well, dondon...

You just made yourself
a deal with the devil.

To the ride.

Probie. Come here.

What's up, lt? Is there a problem?

Yeah, I want you to look at this

and I want you to tell
me what you don't see.

Tell you what I don't see?

I got nothing.

Taylor.

What do you think?

No, I don't see it.

You two are evil.

- Y'all are messing with me.
- No.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
Take a nice, close look.

I promise you won't see it.

Can I have a hint?

What color don't you see?

- That's good.
- White... green... blue?

- Blue.
- Blue.

- Blue!
- Blue!

I don't see myself in the reflection.

No, you do not.

Wash it again.

Ry, Taylor, since y'all

are so generous with your feedback,

you can help him finish.

- Okay.
- Yes, cap.

Rox, can I, have a word with you?

Sure, cap.

Step into my office.

So, it's about that...
Thing the other night.

Cap!

Yeah. You feeling okay?

Yeah. So far, so good.

I just, I don't want it to happen again.

The department has some
great therapists on staff.

I-I don't have time for that.

I have to make a victim impact statement

at a parole board hearing.

I'm sorry, but there's no magic pill.

Panic attacks are a trauma response.

Every time I picture myself

going in that room, my jaw clenches.

I feel the rage boiling, and I just...

I try and fight it, but...
Your body shuts down.

Behavioral therapy can work wonders,

even in a short amount of time.

Helped me a lot after everything

I went through when I was younger.

One thing I learned, the
first and most important step

to controlling trauma is naming it.

- What?
- Good news is,

you don't have to say
anything to anybody.

You can write it down.

You're talking about journaling?

Yeah. I thought it sounded silly too, but...

It was a lifesaver.

Where would I even start?

At the beginning.

Okay, there's no ac,
the elevator's busted,

and whatever you do,
do not flush the toilet

and run the shower at the same time.

Any questions?

You said it's $300 a month?

Cash only.

I'll leave you lovebirds to discuss.

I hate it.

Come on, it's right off Broadway.

The honky-tonk highway.

It's a dump, Don.

Hey, this is better than any place

I've laid my head in the last ten years.

That ain't a high bar.

Hey, this is all part of the ride, right?

Wherever we can be together,

that's where we're gonna be happy.

What about all the
times we ain't together?

Well, you're gonna be working
24-hour shifts at the firehouse,

I'm gonna be singing nights.

Then let's make a promise
to each other right now...

To always show up for each other.

I'll be there for your
shows in the evenings

and you see me off in the mornings.

No matter how busy or tired we get.

That's the deal.

You and me against the world.

You and me against the world.

We'll take it!

Alright, everyone, I want you
to welcome our new probie.

Donald hart.

Now, there's one unbreakable rule here.

Until you can fold the
hose into a hotel pack,

load it on my truck in under a minute,

you cannot use the hose.

Understood, sir.

So... are you ready?

I'm not ready. I feel like I'm gonna die.

You get nervous, just look at me.

I'm right here.

Here goes nothing.

Go!

Not bad, probie.

- Thank you, sir.
- Not good either.

Two minutes, fourteen seconds.

That's us, 113! Let's move!

- Damn!
- Come on, probie.

Showtime.

Okay. Yeah.

Come on, the lady's singing.

Baker, Briggs, I need you to get out

that inch-and-three-quarter line,

start hosing this thing down.

Hey, cap, where do you want me?

Crowd control.

Welcome to the big leagues.

Minute, seven seconds.

Best one yet, probie.

I'm margo.

Whoo!

- I got a manager!
- I told you.

You are gonna be famous.

Rise and shine.

Dix, what is this?

Steak and eggs.

Need to fuel up, fireman.

Come on!

2:52.

Going in the wrong direction, probie.

Ricardo, run attack lines,
knock down these flames.

Cap! What about me?

Crowd control.

Alright, folks, back up, alright?

Give us a little bit of room, okay?

It's a public street.

I'm just taking some pictures for my blog.

We're fighting a fire here.

They're fighting a fire.
You're just being a goon.

- I said back up!
- Hart! Hart!

You've been showing up tired, hungover.

Temper on a hair-trigger.

Listen, I know you've
had a hard shake in life.

Now you wanna keep
being angry at the world

and making things worse,

or do something about
it and make it better?

Better, sir.

Hey, dix.

If it's alright with you,
I might skip tonight.

Of course.

Get some rest, dondon.

Forty-eight seconds.

Yeah!

Yes!

Hey, dix... It finally happened.

What happened?

Captain foster let me use the hose.

It was just a little brush fire, but...

why is your suitcase out?

'Cause I'm packing it.

Packing for what?

Rome. Paris.

I forget after that, but...

I'm going on tour.

You're kidding! Dix, that's amazing!

But how? You haven't
even cut your first record yet.

The label has me backing faith hill.

You're gonna be a backup singer?

Don't say it like it's some dirty word.

Is this what you really want?

To travel the world, getting
paid to do what I love?

Hell, yeah.

Okay.

How long are you gonna be gone?

Nine months.

Could be a year.

I'm sorry, when were you gonna tell me?

Telling you now.

Okay, so what does that mean for us?

We always knew this ride
wasn't gonna last forever.

So, that's it?

What happened to
"us against the world"?

We made a... we made a
promise to each other, Dixie.

We've been breaking
promises for a while now.

"To always be there for each other,

no matter how busy or tired we got."

You made that promise, right?

Yeah, you're right.

It was fun...

While it lasted.

Yeah.

And...

Who knows?

Maybe one day the universe
is gonna bring us back together.

Whatever you say, dix.

Dondon.

Dix. Wha... What are you doing here?

My, vocal surgeon's across the street.

Just had my last preop.

Well, of all the cafés...

I mean, you know, the universe
always brings us back together.

So, what are you grinding so hard on?

It's, it's stupid.

I mean, don't tell me
you're song-writing now.

No, it is a... A trauma journal.

Alright.

I'm definitely sitting down for this one.

Andrew Clarke has
his first parole hearing

- coming up this week.
- You're kidding.

I can't believe that
murdering son of a bitch

could actually go walking free.

I'm trying to make sure
that doesn't happen,

but in order to do that,

I have to make a
victim's impact statement.

Without keeling over again.

A friend of mine told me the best way to
deal with trauma is just to write it down

so it doesn't overwhelm
you in the moment, so...

- How's that going for ya?
- It's not.

No, every time I start to...

Put down a memory, I...

I feel the rage come back and...

And it all just goes...

It's just all, it's all fuzzy. I don't know.

And you always did have
a temper on you, dondon.

But I think the problem now is that...

that it's just too painful.

Maybe.

You need to face this

before you get into that courtroom

and it comes out and
knocks you flat on your ass.

Well, how am I supposed to face
something I can't even remember?

You want this piece of crap

to pay for what he's done to you.

I mean, you want him to suffer

like you've suffered to his dying breath?

More than anything.

Then let me remember for you.

I remember waking up
to get a glass of water

when I heard a scream.

Mom! Dad! The house is on fire!

God, like no other
scream I've heard before.

Dix. Please... it's the only way, dondon.

I remember hearing the baby's cry.

Okay, could you please stop?

Most of all...

I remember that look
on that little boy's face

in the hospital when he just realized

he had no family to go home to.

Now, write.

Hey, baker, I want
two-inch-and-three-quarter

lines up five minutes ago.

Alright, let's go! Let's
knock these flames down.

With me, probie.

You got it.

Come on, come on, come on.

Y'all gotta get out of here. Come on!

Come on, come on.

I got all the horses out of the barn,

but the fire just got so big.

Okay, we'll take care of it.

Anybody else on the grounds?

No, daddy's away on business

and I think everybody
else left for the night.

Any idea how it started?

It's probably a faulty wire.
We were supposed to get

- the whole place rewired next week.
- Okay, okay. Hey, hey.

Stand back here. We'll
handle it from here, okay?

- Okay, yeah.
- Alright?

Cap, we got Ember cast!

It's going right to the horses!

We have to move them
back. They're in danger!

My horses!

Hey, stand here!

- They will burn to death!
- It's too dangerous.

- Should we move the lines?
- We can't.

It's too far.

So, we move the truck!

Ma'am, do you have
the keys to the truck?

Yeah, they're under the visor.

No, no, no, no, no, don't. He's got it.

Don, come in.

Do you copy?

Respond if you can hear me.

I'm good.

I'm coming around the barn now, cap.

Sorry about your truck, ma'am.

I don't care about the truck.

Hey, what's your name, hero?

I'm Don.

Don. I'm blythe.

Hey, probie. You got a visitor.

- Me? Who?
- You'll see.

That is lovely.

Don! You remember blythe.

Well, hi again.

Her family's been very
good to the department.

Hi.

I'll give you two a minute.

Well, this is for you.

Wow.

Nobody's ever, made me a pie before.

Well, it's the least I can do for you

helping to save the horses.

I-I-I just moved a truck. You saved 'em.

Well, I'll never forget it.

Hey, would you like to go out sometime?

I don't know.

I've seen your house, blythe.

Folks like you ain't meant
to mix with folks like me.

Says who?

The whole damned world.

Hey, I'm not asking for
your hand in marriage, okay?

I'm just asking if you're
up for a little bit of fun.

Come on, Don, when is the
last time you had some fun?

Alright, now to get up you're
gonna put your foot in the stirrup

and then swing your
other leg over the saddle.

Alright.

Go easy on me, boy.
I've never done this before.

Come on. Quit moving, damn it.

Yeah, how about we
use a mounting block?

No, thanks.

Alright, look at you.

On your way to the rodeo, cowboy.

Yeah. That'll be the day.

Now, you're just gonna
give him a little kick, okay?

Ooh.

Ooh!

And this is supposed to be fun?

Yeah. Most fun there is.

I know something better.

Let the line down a
little, and then reach back

to your two o'clock and then let it go.

- Okay.
- Easy as that.

Whoa, boy. Easy, easy.

Ooh!

Turns out I suck at this.

Whoa!

Are you okay?

Turns out I suck at this.

You're giving riding lessons now, blythe?

Don, this is my brother
Mark's friend, Patrick.

Are we not friends anymore?

Not anymore.

Okay, then.

Well, you two have fun.

We will.

Don't you worry.

- That's your ex?
- Yeah.

You know, you can take a deep breath

and unclench your fists now.

Feel better?

A little actually.

Yeah. Hey, I could use a drink.

How about you?

Yeah, I could always use a drink.

Okay. Well, it's official.

You are never seeing my apartment.

I got one!

- I got one.
- There you go. There you go. Okay.

My god.

Best feeling in the world, right?

I know a better one.

My mom, my dad, and my little sister.

And the worst part is...

They never even tried
looking for guy who did it.

The cops didn't even run DNA tests

on any of the evidence.

Well, that's outrageous.

People like me are used to not mattering.

Hey.

Hey, that is not true.

You've got a beautiful spirit, Donald hart.

So do you.

What? What are you laughing about?

I thought this was just about fun.

Yeah, I'm starting to think
that it's more than that.

Well, then why do you look tense?

'Cause that means that it's
time for you to meet my father.

You clean up nice.

Patrick.

What are you doing here?

Just hanging with Mark.

Had to get out of their
hair before family lunch.

Yeah.

- That's why I'm here.
- I know.

Meeting the king of the castle.

Smooth move.

Flowers for her, whiskey for him.

You did make one critical error, though.

Is that right?

The old man's gonna
expect a full winds or.

Yeah, well, I don't know how to tie one.

Relax, alright? I got you.

Look, I can tell that you're nervous,

but you couldn't possibly blow it.

He already hates you.

What are you talking about?

He was just telling
Mark and me all about it.

Another one of blythe's charity projects.

You're out of line, dude.

Just save yourself
the humiliation, alright?

Get back in that piece of
crap car and drive away.

You don't belong here.

You know what?

I'll let blythe decide that.

You can play dress-up all you want.

You give a stray a bath, he's still a stray.

Donnie, what are you doing? Stop it!

What are you doing?

You should have heard what he said!

I don't care what he said.

This is not how we deal with things.

You bring home trash, you get dirty.

Hey, watch your mouth.

Hey, you need to go. You're a mess.

You cannot meet my father like this.

Yeah, well, from what I
hear, it's probably best

that I just don't meet him at all.

What are we looking at?

Car plowed through a stop sign,

hit a cyclist at full speed.

The driver admitted he was
filming a TikTok challenge.

- Didn't even see her.
- Unbelievable.

I'm so sorry. I, I can't believe this is real.

- Does he have any injuries?
- Not a scratch.

Of course. What about the cyclist?

It's bad.

Alright, rox, Taylor, let's
start giving treatment.

Ry, let's see if we can figure
out a way to free her out of here.

Hi, ma'am, I'm roxie. This is Taylor.

- We're gonna help you.
- I'm Stacy.

I don't know how he didn't see me.

I thought, I thought he saw me.

Tay, you got the lifepak?

Let's get her started on
fluids run 'em wide open.

How's your pain, Stacy?

I can't... I can't feel my legs.

Just keep your eyes open for me, okay?

Doc? We need to get, eyes down here.

It looks like it's severing
her abdominal aorta.

If we move this truck...

Let's push ten milligrams of morphine.

Yeah.

Ma'am, I see you got
a wedding ring there.

Is there someone you'd like me to call?

So, it's that bad?

Yeah.

I have a husband...

And two little girls.

I left them at home watching bluey.

I should have stayed home with them.

Why don't you,

why don't you give me your
husband's number, alright?

No.

No, no, I can't have this be
their last memory of me. No.

But there is someone I'd like to speak to.

Who... who's that?

Him.

Officer, bring him over.
She wants to speak with him.

No, I... me? I can't
do that. I can't do that.

I'm not sure that's a good idea, captain...

I don't care, this is my scene.
She gets to speak her piece.

Come on, let's go.

What's your name?

You look at her. You owe her that much.

Freddie.

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

We don't have time for your apologies.

Because of you... Both our lives are over.

I'll never tuck in my little girls again.

But I want you to know...

I... I forgive you.

What? What? Why?

Because I can see you're suffering,

and your road will be long enough.

Because...

I want you to tell my family

that their mom died in peace,

just... not full of anger,

just thinking about how
much she loved them.

Okay.

I will.

And, Freddie?

Yeah?

- Hey.
- Come on.

Hey. Wait.

Wha...

Blythe. What's going on?

I had something to tell you,

but you haven't returned
my calls all week.

Why did you go awol on me?

Look, I'm sorry, but we always knew

that this was never gonna work out.

Hey, I never thought that.

Wait, do you love me, Don?

That doesn't matter.

Well, how can you say that?

Because good things always
fall apart for people like me.

What do you mean, people like you?

Foster kids. Screw-ups. Rejects.

Hey, hey. Come here.

Come here.

Don... those things may
be a part of your story,

but they do not define you.

Don, you deserve to be happy.

Yeah, that's not what
your father's gonna say.

Okay, well, I don't give a
damn what he has to say.

Not if you love me.

Well, the question is, do you?

Yeah, more than anything.

Good.

'Cause I love you, too.

Dixie, what the hell are you doing here?

I live here, don't I?

I thought you were on
tour for another six months.

Turns out faith can't handle
having a backup singer

more talented than she is.

Who's this slut?

- Excuse me?
- Blythe, this is my ex, Dixie.

Blythe?

You're cheating on me
with a bitch named "blythe"?

Watch it. And I did not cheat on you, dix.

You left me, remember?

How could you do this to me?

You wouldn't be a
fireman if it weren't for me.

Tell me, what's she ever done for you?

She told me I was worth a damn.

Baby, she is just telling
you what you wanna hear.

No, actually, I did not get to tell him

what he wanted to hear, thank you.

Now, I didn't say anything,

but we made some calls
to lean on Nashville pd

to test all that evidence, and...

Well, they got a hit.

Wait, they know who killed them?

Yeah.

Yeah, they just issued a warrant.

I wanted to take you down to the station.

The chief can tell you all about it.

- My god.
- Yeah.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Okay. What are we waiting for? Let's go.

- Yeah, I'll drive you. Okay.
- Okay.

Bye, dix.

Goodbye, dondon.

I'm glad for you.

Okay, come on.

Before we conclude the
hearing, we will open the floor

to any impacted parties

who wish to share their testimony

as to whether or not
inmate Andrew Clarke

should be granted parole.

Anyone?

Mom! Dad!

Cap!

Anyone?

Donnie, you got this.

Please state your name for the record.

My name is, Donald hart.

Just breathe.

Andrew Clarke...

Murdered my family.

Twenty years ago, I
failed to tell this court

how much pain and
sorrow you caused me.

If I had, I'm certain we
wouldn't be here today

'cause you wouldn't be up for parole.

All these years, I've
been ashamed of myself.

And... the rage that I felt
losing my family only doubled

when I couldn't face you.

I've spent my life stuffing it down.

Keeping it inside like
it's some dirty secret.

Well, that... that day is over.

I'm done hiding.
Keeping it in the shadows.

It's important that I...

I say this in front of those I love

because what you did...

Affects so many of them, too.

But I've realized that it wasn't you

that I was afraid to face.

It was the family that I lost.

I have not been able to say my...

My baby sister's name
since the night she died.

Megan.

Her name was Megan.

The idea that you could
walk out of here free,

and that your suffering
would be over, that is just,

that is unacceptable to me.

Period.

Thank you, Mr. Hart.

I'm... I'm... I'm not, I'm not finished.

We had a call recently...

A cyclist was hit and killed

by a man who was driving
his car and using his phone.

And you wouldn't believe it, but...

He was suffering more than she was.

Mr. Clarke has sent
me letters for 20 years.

I never opened one...

Until I got home from work last night.

In his letters he says that...

He was just trying to scare my dad.

Get him to pay back some
money he owed and that he...

He didn't know anyone was in the house

when he set the fire.

He said it was the worst
decision he ever made.

And he's still tortured by it.

And reading his words, i-i...

I think that he is remorseful.

Mr. Clarke, you... You
and I share a horrible bond.

We're gonna take that to our graves.

A wise woman told me
recently that holding a grudge

is like... It's like drinking poison

and hoping that it kills someone else.

Well...

Well, I'm putting that poison down today.

I forgive you, Mr. Clarke.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you all for coming.

There is nowhere else we'd rather be

than supporting our cap.

Yeah, you did great out
there. Steady as a rock.

I could not have done that without you.

- Hey, I'm proud of you.
- Thanks, bud.

You think he'll get out?

I don't know.

Parole board still has to deliberate,

but I didn't do it for him.

Well, I, for one, would like to get to know

my grandparents a little better.

And my aunt Megan.

Yeah, me too.

Well, if you two buy me a cold beer,

I'll tell you everything I remember.

- Well, there we go.
- I can do that.

Okay.

Hey.

I heard that you ran into Don at that café.

Don told me what you did, so...

Thank you.

I didn't do it for you.

Well, all the same.

If it weren't for you...

I don't think that he could
have gotten up in there.

Well, it wouldn't be the
first time I build him up

and you take him home, would it?

Take care, Dixie.

Enjoy him while you can.

Universe always brings us back together.

Hey.

Another one of these, please.

Buddy, you already had half the bottle.

Well, then you're only halfway there.

My wife and I separated.

I hoped we'd get back together, but...

Big daddy made sure that didn't happen.

I'm sorry, pal.

Well, well, well.

Looky here.

Dixie.

Hiya, dondon.