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- This is a catastrophe.
- I don't know what you expect me

- to do.
- You realize what's happening

- in just 36 hours, right?
- I'm guilt free.

I didn't forget
Hen's birthday last year.

You guys did.
I sent her a text.

Listen, you guys need
to be here.

The surprise at Hen's
surprise birthday party can't be

that half the team is missing.

- I don't know what to tell you.
- Well, they know when this mess

- is going to get figured out?
- All I know is

it's some software glitch.

All flights out of Nashville

have been grounded
until further notice.

Also, I think I lost Buck.

Find him, I guess,
and keep me updated.

- Was that Eddie?
- Yeah.

You weren't shaming them

for tying for first

in the firefighter games,
were you?

There is no tying for first.
That's just two second places.

Hey.

Where have you been?

Rented a car.

You rented a car?

Look, we can sit
in this terminal

for God knows how long,
or we can we get in a car,

and it's a straight shot,
30 hours.

We'll take turns driving.

Windows down, tunes cranked.

It'll be fun.

Ow.

Whoo!

- Terminator One.
- Uh-huh.

- True Lies.
- Sure.

- T2.
- Kindergarten Cop.

No way that makes top five.

What do you mean?

- That's vintage Arnold.
- Oh, it's B-plus at best.

- Hey!
- Hey!

Whoo!

Boom!

- Oh.
- Ooh.

This is good, right?

Yeah.

When was the last time we went
on a road trip like this?

2021. San Angelo fire.

Yeah. That was awesome.

Yeah. It was a natural disaster.

So fun.

You know,
this was a great idea, Buck.

This was a terrible idea.

It looks like an overturned
tanker truck up ahead.

Ah.

So much for Hen's birthday.

What? No, we can still make it.

We're not even
out of Oklahoma yet.

They'll get this thing cleaned
up, and we'll be sailing.

Right into that storm
that was supposed

to hit the Rocky Mountains
that we were barely gonna beat.

Okay. So, we avoid
the Rocky Mountains.

We can't avoid
the Rocky Mountains.

We can if we go south.

I-10?

Exactly.

Oh, everybody's got the same
maps and GPS apps, Buck.

But we have something
they don't have.

Me.

We're lost.

- We're not lost.
- Okay.

Where are we?

I don't have signal, but
probably still in New Mexico.

Maybe just Mexico.

Okay, we didn't go
that far south.

This whole thing has gone south.

I can't believe
I let you talk me into this.

What is that supposed to mean?

It wasn't code.
We should have stayed on I-40.

Why? So you could whine
about the traffic

and bitch
about the Rocky Mountains?

I wasn't whining or bitching.

Oh, please.
You started at the airport.

Everybody was bitching
at the airport.

I wasn't.

Okay? I was trying
to be upbeat.

I was trying
to be a problem-solver.

Anything to stop you doing
what you always do.

Get gloomy.

It didn't... work.

There's got to be a gas station
or a coffee shop

or something around here
where we can ask

for actual directions.

Smells good.

We're just here
to ask for directions.

Whatever, man.

You boys can find a seat
anywhere.

I'll be there in a minute.

No. No, no, no, no.
What are you doing?

She said, "Sit anywhere."

Come on. You really think
we're gonna make it back

in time for Hen's birthday?

- Probably not now.
- Exactly.

So we're not in a rush.

Might as well fuel up
before we hit the road.

Besides, you get cranky
when you don't eat.

Last chance.
Are you sure?

Mmm.

Well, somebody
sure had a healthy appetite.

Oh, it was so good.

- Can I get you boys anything else?
- No.

We, uh, have a long drive
ahead of us.

Okay.

- Where you headed?
- Home.

Yeah. Los Angeles.

Driving from Nashville.

Oh. It's a funny route to take.

Our navigation failed us.

Hey, how do we get
back to the I-10 from here?

Sure, that's easy. You're gonna
take this road out here.

- It's called Center Street.
- Mm-hmm.

Go down till you hit Route 280.

Just keep going west,
and you can't miss it.

You know, if you didn't want
to get off the I-40,

you didn't have to.

No one had a gun to your head.

- No, I had a Buck in my ear.
- Oh.

So you just do
whatever I tell you?

Path of least resistance
with you, Buckley.

So if I said,
"Jump off a bridge,"

you would just do it?
Oh, you know, actually,

I probably wouldn't even
have to say it.

You'd already be jumping,
seeing as you have a death wish.

It's not my death

- I'm wishing for right now.
- Oh, it's mine.

You're threatening me.
So we get a little lost,

a little off track,
and suddenly,

you're all dark and gloomy,

and I deserve to die.
Here. Here's a fork.

Put it in my neck.
Put me out of my misery.

Kill me, Eddie.

Kill me now. Why not?

Y'all done?

What the hell you looking at?

Not a thing. We just

don't see a lot of your kind
around here is all.

What's that's supposed
to mean, huh?

Okay, hey,

- ignore it.
- No, no, no. I want to know

what our kind is.

You tell me, Princess.

- Okay. Hey.
- Princess? Really?

How about this, Stretch?
How about we go outside,

- and I show you princess?
- Okay, okay, hey, hey.

- We're not doing this.
- I'd love to, ladies.

- Eddie, sit down.
- No. Why don't you sit down, Buck?

Harley, I think it's about time

you and your boys were home
annoying your wives.

Look, I-I'm sorry
I called you gloomy.

Forget it.

And I'm sorry... I got us lost.

No. You were right.
All right?

We both decided
to go the back roads.

What the hell?

These idiots come from?

Whoa.

Very cool.

- Nice.
- Real tough.

Oh, hey, watch out.
Watch out. Watch out. Ditch.

- Hang on.
- Uh,

- should I call 911?
- You got service?

No, I don't.

Hang on!

Ah. Come on, man.

Aah.

Hey!

Crap!

What... what's going on?

You were in a car accident,

but you're all right.

Oh, okay.
What about my friend?

- How is he?
- Sorry.

Which friend?

The other guy... in the car.

Evan Buckley.
We were driving back

to L.A. together.

Mr. Diaz, you've had
a serious concussion.

CT ruled out subdural bleeding,

but some confusion is normal.

Confusion? I mean,
what are you talking about?

There was nobody else
in the car with you.

You were alone.

Mr. Diaz.

I'm Sheriff Woodson.
Deputy Torros.

- Did you find him?
- We're still looking.

We've combed a ten-mile radius.

K-9s, ATVs.

Haven't found this Evan Buckley
or anybody else.

Then we need more resources.

Why don't you tell me
what happened

right before
you drove off the road?

We didn't drive off the road.

- We were forced off.
- Right. You told

one of my boys
a jacked-up pickup truck.

An older model.

With flood lights on the top

and on the grill guard.

- You get a plate?
- No.

We were blinded.

But I'm pretty sure
I know who it was.

We had a...

I wouldn't say a run-in,
at the diner.

These three dirtbags just tried
to start something.

It seemed like
maybe they were locals.

I see. Well...

we questioned nine locals
from that diner.

What they recall

is you and your... friend,
Mr. Buckley...

- We call him Buck.
- Cute.

My wife calls me Woody.

What we heard is, you and him
had some sort of spat,

escalated to a fistfight.

- No. We had words.
- My mistake.

I think we jotted a few
of those words, hmm?

"Now you want to murder me.
Is that what you want?"

Oh, come on.

No. Do you honestly

believe that I did
something to Buck?

I say that?

Did I say that?

Oh, if you did, I missed it.

This is crazy. I...

Talk to the waitress.
All right? Talk to the cook.

He's the one that chased
those guys out with a shotgun.

All right? You need to find
them. You need to question them.

Maybe they took him.

Now why would they want
to do that?

Ask them.

Rest assured, we'll follow up
any promising leads.

Meantime,

Doc Kenner advised
you stay put for a couple days

for an orthopedist

to check your wing.

Deputy Torros will be

right outside
if you need anything.

You know it's a rough day
at the office

when you go home
with a broken back

or a misdemeanor battery charge.

I've seen uglier
workplace disputes.

Speaking of, your coworker has

a big day coming up.

Oh, it's in my calendar,
scrawled across my walls

and tattooed
to the back of my eyelids.

Hey, Edmundo.
How's the open road?

You guys kill each other yet?

What? Are you guys okay?

Athena, wait!

No one saw him leave?

There were no witnesses
to the crash?

It was a pretty deserted

stretch of road.

- So, who's looking for him?
- Local authorities

have already searched
the surrounding area.

I'm sure
they've expanded it by now.

- Maddie, we'll find him.
- No, he's out there alone.

Confused and in pain.

He could have also been helped.

Someone could have
been driving by, picked him up.

Then why hasn't he called?

I don't know, but I don't think
we should assume...

What else is there?

He's missing

from a car wreck
in the middle of nowhere.

He could be anywhere.

Well, I think
that these jeans survived,

but I think the blood
on this shirt's

gonna be
a whole lot more stubborn.

Ah!

Oh. No, no, no, no.

No. Don't try to sit up.

You've had one heck
of an accident.

Uh... an accident?

Well, you probably
don't remember it now.

How come
I'm not in the hospital?

Well, there's nothing
they can do for you there

that I can't do
for you here, honey.

Lie down. Lie down.

Oh. Whoa.

Hey, I...

I know you.

Well, I should think so.

You work at the diner.

Bonnie.
That's your name, isn't it?

Are you playing games
with me now, Derek?

- Derek?
- Okay, I know you took a spill,

but you can't pretend
not to know your own mother.

- My... my mother?
- You know what? I always hated

that motorcycle. I thank God
that you are still in one piece,

but I will not miss that bike.

Scared me to death
every time you got on it.

I think now you know why.

Lady,
what are you talking about?

Wh-Where's Eddie?

Who's Eddie?

All right, now, I, um...

I need my phone.
Where's my phone?

Well, it was smashed
to bits, like the bike.

I don't have a bike.

Yeah, well, not anymore.

- No. I just...
- No, no. Okay.

What did I tell you?

Son, you need to be still.

Don't make me tie you down.

Everything is gonna be
just fine, baby, I promise.

Okay?

Okay. Okay.

All I can see
is where his phone was

the last time he had service.

Now it's either out of range

- or turned off.
- Or destroyed.

- What's the location?
- Diner off Route 280.

Yeah. That's the place to start.

Only problem is,
sheriff's already been there.

And I don't know if he's lazy
or just protecting his pals.

Just...
he's not taking this seriously.

How much more serious
can this get?

He thinks I murdered Buck.

What's the name

- of this sheriff?
- Yes, ma'am,

I'm sniffing every inch
between that diner and the MVC.

But it's big country,
and I only got so many dogs.

Then call for backup.

You called me.

Are you my backup?

Do I need to be?

Because you should
also be looking

for three persons of interest.

I already spoke
to those three persons.

Their stories checked out.

Right now,
I'm looking at one guy.

Mid-30s,

we put him on the scene.

No alibi, plus an angry streak.

Sir. Eddie Diaz is no killer.

He's a combat veteran.

You think he never
pulled a trigger?

You don't know
a thing about the man.

Correct. I only know
the 863 residents of Los Nietos.

I got a lot to learn
about your friend Edmundo.

You sound like
you the king out there,

and maybe you are
every other day of the year,

but today?

You're gonna go
and do your damn job.

Right after lunch.

What did I tell you

about staying put?

Oh...

You're running a little hot.

I-I think I need
to see a doctor.

Oh, what do doctors know?

A fever after a car accident...

could be internal bleeding.

Bone trauma, blood clots.

Well, we will just
keep an eye on that.

Why are you doing this?

Where's my friend?
Where's Eddie?

I am just doing
what any mother would do.

But I do not think
what you need now are visitors.

You need to rest.

Mr. Diaz,
you have a new roommate.

Mr. Calderon.

Promise he won't disturb you.

Um, just leave
the clothes on the bed.

And you shouldn't be out of bed.

Heading back there right now.

All right,
so, how to get the sheriff

to stop looking at me
and start looking for Buck?

Okay, that's why I'm calling.

I'm gonna walk you through
exactly what to do.

I already know
what you're about to say.

Don't rush in.
Don't do anything suspicious.

Actually, I was gonna ask you
if there is a window,

because I think
you need to go out of it.

That's not gonna make me
look less suspicious.

It will not.

But this isn't
about you right now.

It's about Buck.

And you're the only one
that we have on the ground there

who can find him alive.

So, we need you to get out there

and figure out who these men
in the diner are

before it's too late.

But if I'm-a do this,

I'm gonna need some pants.

So sorry, Mr. Calderon.

Ah.

- All right, I'm out.
- How far

is the diner from where you are?

Honestly, I have no idea.

Well, you need to get there,

and without attracting

undue attention.

Options are limited.

But there are options.

You weren't supposed
to get out of bed.

You c... you can't
keep me here, Bonnie.

People are gonna be
looking for me.

People.

People give up.

Like those doctors.
They gave up.

They said there was
no hope for you.

And look at you now,
you're on the mend,

just as handsome as always.

I'm not Derek.

And you know it.

Okay! Okay!

Okay, I'm Derek!

I'm Derek. I'm Derek.

I'm Derek. I'm Derek.

- I'm Derek.
- That's better. Mm-hmm.

All right, now,
you catch your breath.

And when I get back,
you best be in that bed.

I'm Derek.

I'm Derek.

Derek.

How's our patient?

N-Not a peep.

I think it's time
to confiscate his phone

for evidentiary purposes.

And to keep him from getting
his friends in L.A.

to bug the crap out of me.

Son of a bitch.

Gracias por llevarme.

De nada, amigo.

What can I get you?

Some information, actually.

I was here last night.

There were three guys
at that table.

I'm looking to find them.
Maybe get their names.

One was about 6'2 ", 6'3". Denim.

- Baseball cap.
- You're describing 90% of our clientele.

They drove a jacked-up
pickup truck.

Lot of floodlights.

The cook on duty, he knew them.

That would have been Earl.

- He's not in.
- Can you call Earl?

Uh, not and keep my job.

He sleeps days.

Uh, yeah... well,
there was a waitress.

Uh, little bit older.

Maybe she'd remember.

That's Bonnie. Bonnie Sheets.

- Order up.
- She around?

Off till Wednesday. Sorry.

Do you have her address?

Maybe I can get her number?

Hon,

I can't share somebody else's
personal information.

But...

you can have my number.

Sheets.

Bonnie Sheets.

I didn't get
the spelling, though.

Sheets.

Bonnie Sheets, there she is.

She's got a landline, hold on.

No answer.
It went to her machine.

Uh...

- You got an address?
- Got that, too.

I'm mapping it.

Okay, she's 18 miles from you,
about a 30-minute drive.

Send me the location.

I'll call you when I'm there.

Mom!

Mom.

I-I thought
you forgot about me, Ma.

No.

I'm so hungry.

Will you make me
something to eat?

I will... I will.

Of course I will.

But you have to lie down
in the bed now, okay?

Okay, Ma.

Go on.

Okay.

You need some help, Mom?

Don't be silly.

You know I can balance
five platters on one arm

and refill your iced tea
at the same time.

Now, I cut it in the diagonal,
the way you like it.

But I want you
to be careful, 'cause...

the soup is still very hot.

Okay?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- What are you doing?
- Lady, I don't want to hurt you!

I don't want to hurt you!

You don't move.

Derek. Where do you think
you're gonna go?

There's nothing around
for miles!

Baby, you can't survive

in the desert alone!

Hey! Is anyone out there?

You boys leave any room
for dessert?

That all depends, Bonnie.

- What time do you get off work?
- Aww.

You're funny, Harley.

Does Lorraine know
how funny you are?

It smells good.

We're just here for directions.

Oh.

You boys find a seat anywhere.

I'll be there in a minute.

Ah... Mm.

You okay?

Table five. You see him?

Yeah, I see him.

I swear, Earl, when
he walked in, for a minute...

I thought it was him.

I-It, it's not him, Bonnie.

Oh, but it could be.

This time.

Maybe it could be.

Bonnie, honey?

Listen to me.

We don't have to do this.

Just take him
back up to the house,

and I'll fix it so he can't
get out of that room, and

you start over.

Too late for that.

- He ruined it.
- Yeah,

but you-you were so sure
about him.

- I was wrong.
- I just think

- he needs more time.
- Look at him, Earl.

How much time
do you think he's got?

- He's sick.
- H-He'll get better.

You'll make him better.

What he needs is a doctor.

- And we can't call a doctor.
- Hey, Bonnie...

It's got to be done, Earl.

There is no way around it.

You know I can't be around
for this part.

I know.

Why I divorced you.

You were always weak.

Athena's got the name

for someone at
the New Mexico state police.

She's gonna rattle some cages.

He's not picking up.

- Who?
- Eddie.

I'm going out there.

Maddie...

I'm gonna pack
a couple of things

and then I'm gonna
get in my car.

He'd do the same for me.

- He did the same for me.
- I know.

Okay. Okay.

I'm sorry about Derek, Bonnie.

The motorcycle accident...

when did that happen?

14 years ago.

You didn't even get
a chance to say bye.

I know what that's like.

N-Not with a-a child.

I can't even imagine.

But I lost someone, too,
last year.

He was like a father to me.

First person who ever saw me
as more than just a screwup.

And now he's gone.

And sometimes I don't know
who I am without him.

You know, you're the first
person I've said that to.

I can't replace him, Bonnie.

I can't bring him back.

Now all I can do
is try and let him go.

And that's what you have to do.

You have to let Derek go.

How?

By facing the truth.

Now matter how hard it is.

I'm sorry, I don't know how.

Hey!

Someone's coming.

Hello?

Anybody home?

Hello?

That's your friend, isn't it?

- He survived?
- We weren't trying

to kill nobody, Bonnie.
That was never the idea.

Well, how does he know?

He doesn't.

Janelle texted me.
He stopped by the diner.

He's looking for Harley, not us.

Hello?

What are we gonna do
if he comes down here, Earl?

- Well, let's hope he doesn't.
- You can't let him.

Please.

He has a son.

Christopher. He's 15 years old.

Eddie's all he has.

I'll do anything.

I'll be Derek.

Just convince him to leave.

Howdy.

Oh, you here to read the meters?

No. I'm looking for someone.

You waited on my friend and me
at the diner last night.

Oh, I surely did, too.

I thought you boys were
headed back to Los Angeles.

We were.

We got run off the road.

- Oh, no.
- My friend's missing.

Not really?

Yeah.

Looking for those guys
that we nearly got into it with

at your diner.

- Seemed like you knew them.
- Oh. Yeah.

Harley Wilcox.

Nate and Petey Armstrong
were with him.

Does one of them happen
to drive an older model,

jacked-up pickup truck,
lots of, uh, floodlights?

That sounds about right.

Any idea where
I could find them?

Well, they all work out
at the oil fields.

You know how to get there?

Sure. Yeah, just... you know
the road you came in on?

You just take that back down,

all the way
to Country Road Nine,

and then just pull a left,
keep going.

You'll see the pumps.

All right, thank you.

Hey, I hope you find
your friend okay.

Thanks.

He's your son, too, isn't he?

You want to let him go,
but she won't let you.

That's what
this is about for you.

Aw, son, I have long since
forgot what this is about.

Well...

Guess I can't let you go now.

Where's Buck? Is he alive?

Where is he?

Let her be!

Take the shot, Earl!

Buck!

- Move.
- Come on.

- You can do this, Earl.
- Where the hell's my friend?

- You can do this. I know...
- Buck!

- Buck!
- Baby...

Shoot.

Buck.

Hey, Eddie.

I need to see hands!
Empty hands!

Cover them.

Sheriff.

I take it that's your friend.

Yeah, the one I murdered?

Yeah, that's him.

What are you doing here?

Looking for you.
Janelle at the Big Griddle

said you were asking
after Bonnie.

I just wanted to know why.

I was looking for that.

I didn't think
I'd find it here, though.

- Buck.
- Hey! Hey!

Arrest me later. Call EMS now!

Look at me, Buck.
Look at me, Buck.

Okay? You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be okay.

You look like hell.

You should see the other guy.

I am the other guy.

Yeah. I know.

Honey, why don't I just
call the Lees?

You know they'll take the kids.
I'll go with you.

Don't be ridiculous.
You have a firehouse to captain.

I'll call you from the road.

Oh, it's an unknown number.
Hold on.

Hello?

- It's Buck.
- Oh...

Buck.

Hi.

Hi.

What did the doctor say?

I'm cleared to travel.

No blood clots yet, no fever.

Uh, he just wants us
to stop every 90 minutes

so I can walk around a bit,

- just to be safe.
- You make sure

you do that, Eddie.

You haven't seen
what we're driving yet.

We may both be walking.

Okay, hey, uh,
put on the birthday girl.

We might not have service
once we hit the highway.

- She's not here.
- We can wait.

When's she getting there?

Uh, she's not coming.

She's not coming
to her own surprise party?

- Why not?
- Well, evidently,

Karen planned a surprise
birthday weekend in Napa.

Karen didn't tell anybody?

She was afraid
I'd ruin the surprise.

Well, yeah, but she knew
you had this planned.

No. No, she didn't.

He didn't tell Karen
what he was inviting them to.

- Why the hell not?
- I was afraid

she'd ruin the surprise.

We could have just waited
for a flight?

Sure, you could have, but...

you wouldn't have gotten
a chance to see the country.

Drive safe.

We'll save you some cake.

Okay. We'll see you
in ten hours.

Bye-bye, bye-bye.

Okay.

You want to talk to Chris?

No, I called him
while you were getting snacks.

Not FaceTime, though.

Figure it'd be easier to explain

- the face in person.
- Sure.

You ready?

Never readier.

I can't get out of this place
fast enough.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Ah...

Hey, are we sure
this thing's gonna make it

all the way back to L.A.?

It's a ten-hour drive.

What could go wrong?