All language subtitles for Deputy.S01E07-NTb

Previously onDeputy...

Asking me to look into an
LAPD case on your old buddy

- ...is no small ask.

I need you to understand
the political repercussions

prior to inserting yourself

into another agency's
investigation.

I finally heard from the County,
and we're approved.

We're officially qualified
to be foster parents.

Are you serious?
You might be pregnant?

I'm here to talk about something
that happened earlier today

with the LAPD
and one of my deputies.

I'm a sheriff's deputy.

-My name is Joseph Harris.
-Down on the ground!

BILL:
Turn around, Detective.

Are you sure
this is how you want it?

-BILL: Hey, honey.
-PAULA [over phone]:
There's a shooter.

-Where's the gunman?
-You! Get off the phone.

-Now!
-BILL [over phone]: Paula!

There's not a manual
for how to save hostages

when one's your wife, is there?

MAGGIE:
Why is this happening?

Is it because you're sheriff?

I know that because I'm sheriff

I'm in a position to stop them.

I just want Mom to be okay.

Me too, baby. Me too.

BILL:
How long you been up?

Is this our life now?

Which part?

This.

[reporters chattering]

You okay?

Yeah. I'm just
trying to figure out

if I'm gonna have to drive
through a wall of reporters

every time I go to work
until you retire.

BILL: No.

What happened at the jail
will be old news by tomorrow.

It's not just that.

First Luna.
Then the cop you arrested.

And now this. It's you.

You're the news.

You sure you're okay?

Yes.

I have too much work not to be.

NEWSCASTER [on TV]:
With the Santa Clarita fire

only at five percent
containment,

the Los Angeles Fire Department has enlisted the help

of the Sheriff's Department
to evacuate residents...

Are you going up there?

If it comes to it, yeah.

NEWSCASTER:
Officials are worried
about the winds picking up...

What are they waiting for?

Ugh. Ignore them.

Just, let's have breakfast.

I can't eat.

I think I'm getting
the flu or something.

PAULA: Hmm.
Do you wanna stay home?

MAGGIE:
Yeah, I think so.

Are they gonna
be here every day?

Not every. Just for now.

MAGGIE:
So, Mom gets held hostage

and they trap us in the house?

Why can't you just go back
to being a deputy?

You are the boss, right?

[cell phone buzzes]

Ah, Bishop's here.

They'll follow me, so you can
make your clean getaway.

You're getting
pretty good at it.

It'll get better, I promise.

I know you
want that to be true.

So do I.

-I'll see you tonight.
-BILL: Love you.

[reporters clamoring]

MAN:
Guys, come on, let's go.

REPORTER 1: Sheriff Hollister,
how is your wife coping?

BILL:
None of your business.

REPORTER 2: What's your plan
on dealing with the subpoena?

Do you think going
up against the LAPD

is gonna hurt your chances
for reelection?

BILL: Every day
crimes are committed.

Every day people struggle.

I'm running a department
filled with deputies

who wanna make
that struggle go away.

Every day.

Today's no different.

So you wanna talk about that,
you know where to find me.

You wanna talk about my wife,

go stand on
somebody else's lawn.

Thank you.

You have any comments
on the Santa Clarita fire?

There's more to come on that.

[overlapping chatter]

Hi.

I'm headed out.

I gotta go up to Santa Clarita.

Organizing the evac
with all these fires.

Okay.

-So...
-So...

[sighs] What do you say...

we tell them tonight?

I don't know.

And it's not too soon?

-For us or for them?
-Both.

Wish things were
a little bit more... settled.

You know, it's so early.

Just don't wanna...

get our hopes up again.

Maybe we should wait

until we know this is
really real.

Hey, hey, hey. This is real.

This baby's the one.

I know it.

I can feel it.

A baby means you're gonna
get rid of us, doesn't it?

[Teresa sighs]

BISHOP: Department of
Psychological Services

is offering
to sit down with you.

BILL: Not a chance.

LAPD's Criminal Investigation
Division called again.

LAPD's taken up
enough of my time lately.

What else?

Media training
with the department's

public relations
for interviews--

Hard pass.

You've put this off
three times, boss.

This LAPD thing
is not going anywhere.

Just catch and release.

Or they'll keep coming
after you.

Well, I'm not going anywhere.

Do the training.

-BILL: Next.
-Oy.

Okay. Well, you're not gonna
like this one either,

but I hear London is planning

a huge fundraiser
for his campaign.

Really?

Good for him.

You're okay with that?

Ah, it's a free world.

-If he wants--
-[tires screeching]

[theme music playing]

[indistinct chatter over radio]

Not seeing a lot of fat
to trim around here.

Can we just focus
on the task at hand, please?

Put your arms up.

I mean, how could
somebody expect

you to make budget cuts when--

[groans]

Aren't you supposed to
make that hurt less?

You bruised three ribs.

Hurting less

isn't gonna be
in your vocabulary for a while.

How long is this gonna take?

If you stop moving,
ten minutes.

If not... forever.

I'm sorry.

It's just we have
a very full day.

Yeah, not anymore you don't.

Wait, what are you
talking about?

I'm talking about a concussion,

10-stitch laceration and you
mentioned back pain, correct?

No, I'm-I'm fine.

Well, we'll be
the judge of that.

After a CAT scan
and a period of observation.

Now hold still.

Sheriff, you got that
budget meeting up first,

-and then--
-I'm on it.

Well, you say that now
but a day like this

could easily be derailed.

Bishop, just concentrate
on getting better.

Me and the day,
we'll take care of ourselves.

Yes, sir.

[reporters chattering
indistinctly]

CADE:
Hey, how you doin'?

You all right?

Yeah, I'll push through.

How are the fires lookin'?

It's bad.
It's comin' off strong.

I was on my way out there
to help when I heard.

How's Bishop?

She got a concussion.
She'll be fine.

What about you? You good?

Me? [laughs] I'm good.

You sure about that?

CADE: Well, Teresa and I
are gonna have a baby.

She's pregnant.

Whew.
Congratulations, brother.

Father of three.

That's a pretty big deal.

Fingers crossed, man.
It's still early on yet.

Now Roberto thinks
us having a baby means

we're not gonna want him
and Camilla around anymore.

Well, nothing could be
further from the truth.

Right?

Everything's gonna work out
the way it's supposed to.

[cell phone buzzing]

All right, I'll handle
these clowns.

-All right.
-[buzzing continues]

Hollister.

TABNICK [over phone]:
Sheriff, it's Deputy Tabnick.

Up in Angeles National Forest.

-Hey.
-Can you hear me all right?

I can. You working
fire evac, Tabnick?

No, I'm southeast of the fires.

I got something else.

Lay it out.

TABNICK:
Found a car up here.

Came off Crest Highway.

Driver's gone. Passenger too.

There's blood on the scene,
so somebody got hurt.

The VIN's removed
so I ran the plates.

Looks like the car's
cold-plated.

Now most of our guys
are working the evacuations.

So I wouldn't have
called you directly

but I just remembered what
they used to say about you.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

TABNICK: Bill Hollister
knows this forest

better than the trees.

Is that what they say?

Yeah. And, look,
I'm smart enough to know

what I don't know,
and I don't know these woods.

Not like you.

Well, I wish I could
take a run up there.

I know, I know, I get it.

Resources are stretched thin
with the fire

and you being in charge.

I just thought
it was worth a call.

Well, I'll tell you
what I can do.

I got somebody I can put on it.

He can find the who of it.

And then I can
send him your way.

That sound good?

Yeah, it does.
Thanks, Sheriff.

I'm gonna pass you over
to Deputy Ward.

TABNICK: Copy that.

BILL: You're goin' up.

This is Cade.

MAGGIE:
Hey, guys, come on in.

Guys, there were like
a dozen reporters

right outside my house.

SUKI:
Yeah, you're like a celebrity.

Oh, shut up.

Feels extra naughty
ditching school

with the sheriff's daughter.

The sheriff's
famous daughter.

As if.

No, totally.
Own it, girl.

You sure your folks
are gone like all day?

They both work all the time.
We're good.

We can play music,
watch movies,
eat whatever.

Your parents have
a liquor cabinet?

♪

All right, canvass
all gas stations

in La Cañada,
La Crescenta, and Glendale.

Approximate two-hour window
from the crash.

We're looking for
a 1999 Pontiac Bonneville.

-Can you pull that up, please?
-Yes, sir.

Boom, looks like this.

Any questions?
No?

Good.
This may take a while.

At my cousin's bat mitzvah,
they had an open bar.

We scammed a bottle of Chablis.

My cousin hooked up
with one of the waiters.

Killer DJ, though.

Yeah, that's-that's what
I'm thinking I should get.

My parents want it to be
all traditional

with a mariachi band.

I'm like, no way,
this is my day.

Are we really
gonna drink that?

It's the only thing
my parents won't miss.

Looks nasty.

[gate closes]

[pop music playing over stereo]

MAGGIE: What the hell?

What are you doing?

I'm a member of the press.
See?

So what?
This is private property.

Well, I'm well within
my rights to record you.

Sorry, stalking isn't legal.

You're the daughter
of a public figure, so...

Damn, you got paparazzi, Mags.

At least he's cute.

All right, I am not paparazzi.

I'm a political correspondent
and I'm doing--

I don't care
what you're doing.

Now I'm asking nicely.
Please leave.

Or I'm calling my father.

Go ahead.

You're supposed to be
at school, aren't you?

I said stop, okay!

Hey. What...

[groans]

[girls giggling]

[rapid beeping]

[keyboards clacking]

[beeping]

Sir.

Right here.

CADE:
You gotta be kidding me.

All right, stop. Zoom in.

That's it.

All right, make sure
everybody gets this.

Missing Persons,
Family Services, Juvie.

I want BOLO out
to every station in LA.

Now, if we don't get a hit
by the end of day,

we'll take it statewide.

WOMAN: Yes, sir.

Who are you?

♪

[panting]

♪

MAN [on phone]:
It's a hell of a situation.

I might need
a larger response.

Well, whatever you need.

Airships. More deputies.

MAN [on phone]:
More boots on the ground,
the better.

Well, yeah, as long as
the wind doesn't pick up.

MAN [on phone]:
Exactly. We're drawing
up a plan now.

Keep me posted.

MAN [on phone]:
Will do.
Thanks, Sheriff.

[cell phone buzzes]

What do you got?

White male, mid 40s.

Bad start.

CADE [over phone]:
Yeah, him and a girl.

Teenager.

There's no VIN,
no sign of 'em at the car.
It's somethin'.

Yeah. I'm on my way
up there right now.

I got an airship
coming out of Riverside

looking at most likely paths
of travel from the car,

then starting a grid search.

All right,
I'll update you from the scene.

Damn it.

♪

[car door closes]

Hey. Cade.

Tabnick.
Thanks for coming up.

Yeah. I saw those
fires driving up.

Yeah, it's hard to believe
we are still 20 miles away.

Imagine if it was
just over this ridge.

Well, check this out.

So, it could be

that they brought
a dead pet up here to bury.

Quicklime so the coyotes
won't dig it up.

I had a cat that passed away
and I buried it in my backyard.

But I don't see a dead cat.

So it's probably
not about that.

You think?

DAWN:
Media training is
important, Sheriff.

If the press asks how
you're going to respond

to crime on the Metro,
what do you say?

Oh, we've implemented
a strict eye for an eye policy.

This would all be less painful
if you just played along.

I doubt that, but...

I'll give it a try.

I'm all yours.

-[cell phone buzzes]
-Excuse me.

Yeah. How we doin'?

CADE [over phone]:
A deputy in Chatsworth
recognized her

from a BOLO a ways back.

Her name is Tulsa Vaughn.

Missing for two years--
13 then, 15 now.

And there's a bag of quicklime
in the trunk of the Bonneville

along with a shovel.

-Find her.
-CADE: You got it.

DAWN:
Shall I continue?

Yes, please. Sorry.

Let's see how you do with
something more substantial.

Sources close to the LAPD
have described

the Sheriff's Department
as, quote,

"Reckless cowboys."

Now, Sheriff, the key
to answering questions

is to answer with a question.

-Hello?
-Oh, I'm here.

Reckless? Never.

Cowboys?
Hopefully, someday.

DAWN: Good job.

Now, the story
the LAPD will tell

is that you bullied your way
into an investigation

in a very public way
for your own benefit.

I wouldn't call
the last few weeks,

let alone the last few hours,
a benefit.

No offense.

None taken.

We all have a job to do.

You're right.

And mine isn't in here.

Not today.

Why is that?

Let me answer that question
with a question.

Which is gonna make me
lose more sleep,

wondering why I didn't help
find the missing girl

or why I left a meeting early?

Well, we both know the answer
to that question.

We'll pick this up
another time, Dawn.

Right now, someone
needs me up
in those mountains.

PAULA:
Where's Genevieve?

I sent her home.

I'm fine.

Plus, she was hovering.

Aw. Sometimes
hovering can be nice.

Can it though?

Well, your blood levels,
kidney, liver, HDL--

It's fine.

PAULA:
There's a tick up
in your thyroid.

-And a spike in your hormone--
-I said it's fine.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's all good.

Great. So I can go?

You are sounding more and more
like Bill every day.

No, you need to get a CT scan,

so we can make sure
that you don't have anything

more than a concussion.

Isn't that Maggie?

♪

♪

♪

[brakes squeal]

Sheriff.

Anything from the airship?

Nothing other than
they're out there looking.

Just started
going over the grid.

I heard the winds
picked up though.

It's pushing the fire south
straight towards us.

I can smell it.

We got no receipts,
no registration and no VIN.

What about the engine number?

Not yet.

[Bill grunts]

TABNICK:
What are you doing, Sheriff?

BILL: Old cars like this,

they usually have
the serial number

on the bottom of the engine.

[camera shutter clicks]

Bingo.

You run that through the DMV,

you got your car owner.

Cell phone service?

Poor to none up here

but I can patch you through

to whoever on the sat phone.

All right.
What else we got?

Well, we got this blood trail

and then it just stops.

[intense music playing]

Soft soil.

It's a track trap.

I'd say Tulsa went this way,
so did the driver.

-What do you think?
-I think it's a good call.

Seven-letter word
for noisy serpent.

Hmm. Rattler.

Minnick.
Sheriff on line three.

[phone beeps]

Sheriff.

BILL [over phone]:
What are you workin' on?

Uh, filing reports.

I need to put you
and Joseph on something.

You got us.

I got an engine number
from a car.

I need you to run it.

Get a name and an address,
check it out.

Okay. What are we looking at?

An abducted girl.

It's probably
the kidnapper's car.

-Ready?
-Go for it.

BILL: You keep us posted
about the fire, all right?

I don't wanna get boxed in.

Will do, Sheriff.

[clicks tongue] Come on.

[dramatic music playing]

[horse whinnies]

[panting]

CAMPER:
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Are you okay?

[panting]
Help me. Please!

Please can you help me?

Yeah, of course we can.

-He's gonna--
-MAN: Sweetie!

[panting]

I've been lookin'
all over for you.

What's going on here?

Ah, you know...

Teenagers. [laughs]

[gun cocks]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[panting]

MINNICK:
Stolen license plate,

no VIN,

but our boy didn't realize
there's serial numbers

on old engines, so...

Roger Durbin.

Works LAWP.

Meter reader.

No criminal record.

JOSEPH:
Looks abandoned.

Yeah, well,
looks ain't everything.

WOMAN [screaming]:
Help! Please, help!

[crying]

Sheriff's Department!

[woman screams]

♪

[woman screams]

[woman groans]

[panting] Thank the Lord.

[crying]

I thought no one would
ever find us.

[crying continues]

[horse snorts]

♪

Whoa.

[coughs]

[groaning]

You got a sucking chest wound.

He's got a punctured lung.
He needs a chest seal.

I gotta see if there's an exit.

There's no exit.

I got you.
Hang in there, all right?

Hang in there.

-CADE: Here you go.
-Hang in there. Hang in there.

-You got it?
-CADE: Yep, yep, yep.

All right, watch it.

Lay down, brother,
lay down.

♪

All right, you got this?

Yeah.
You're going after him?

I'm goin' straight at him.

They went that way.

Leads right up over a ridge.

What they don't know is
there's a shortcut this way.

Dry creek bed.

-Goes around.
-Right.

Get there before them.

Hit 'em head on.
I'm gonna radio medevac.

You sure you don't wanna
wait for me?

By the time we get him out,
come back,

fire could be
all over the place.

Besides, if Tulsa's alive,

which I think she is,
she can't wait.

so neither can I.

[clicks tongue] Come on.

♪

[panting]

[grunting]

-[Tulsa groans]
-Tulsa.

Sweetie.

Please don't be mad.

ROGER: Mad?

Why would I be mad?

Mad about you
grabbing the steering wheel,

making me crash my car,

or making me fall
and hurting my leg.

I'm not even mad...

for you making me run
all this way.

I just wanna know
what happened.

I twisted my ankle.

I bet you can still walk on it.

You don't have to do
what you're gonna do. Okay?

I will be good.
I will be better than good.

Promise.

ROGER:
I know you will.

But it's not about that.

You just got...

too old.

[sniffles]

I'm not carrying you
all the way
up to the clearing.

But you're gonna like it there.

It's very pretty.

Peaceful.

Sound good?

Sounds good.

Come on.

Help me up?

-[groaning sharply]
-[Tulsa grunting]

[Roger screams]

-[gun cocks]
-Stop!

Go!

Let's go.

[dog barking]

PAULA:
What's going on here, Maggie?

I was harassed.

That's what's going on.

Yeah.

I understand that.

But the reason you were harassed
is you lied about being sick.

I stood up for myself

and did exactly what you
and Dad taught me to do

and all you care about
is missing one day of school?

Do I care that some creep was
basically stalking my daughter?

Of course I do.

But do I care about the fact
that you put yourself

in a position that made it easy
for him to do so?

Yes, I do.

You wouldn't even know
I skipped school

if it wasn't for
Dad's new job, so...

We need to learn
to be strategic.

We didn't sign up for this
but we are under the microscope.

But it is what it is,

and we can't change it
or what other people do.

We can only control what we do.

And what we do...

what we've always done--

Try as hard as we can
to do the right thing.

I know.

But I didn't ask
for all this stuff.

Reporters and being watched.

I know. I know.

But life isn't always about
what you ask for.

It's about what you're given.

And what you do
with what you're given.

Aye.

[laughs] Nice try.

-[doorbell dings]
-I'm grounded, I know,

but do we have to tell Dad?

[scoffs]

I think you know the answer
to that one.

Bishop. Hi.

I thought you went home.

I did.

Are you okay?

BISHOP: Oh, yeah, yeah.
Uh, fine.

I wanna talk
about what happened today.

You were reading my chart,
I got angry and...

I wanted to tell you why.

I almost did earlier
but then...

I don't know, I thought you were
gonna judge me or something.

I think judgment
is something people turn to

when they're scared.

Or they don't understand.

I don't scare easy,

and I would like more
than anything to understand

what you're going through.

Come in.

Okay, I'm... I'm really sorry
for getting upset.

You did not deserve that.

You don't have to
apologize to me.

You were just held hostage.

I feel selfish
talking about my problems.

Look, I got into medicine
to help people.

So trust me when I tell you,
that helping you...

helps me, too.

It-it's...

difficult for me
to talk about certain things.

Biological things.

PAULA: Of course.

Doctor-patient
confidentiality.

Till recently,
I didn't have a word for...

what I felt like on the inside.

I let people assume.

I didn't wanna make
anyone else feel uncomfortable,

but that just
made me feel worse.

You know, I hate labels.

And here I am trying
to give myself one.

PAULA: Hmm.

Well, look, obviously,

I understand biology.

There are more than two sexes.

I don't understand
all the layers of identity,

but I do know, fundamentally,

that not living one's truth

is detrimental
to your psyche.

And I don't wanna do that
to myself anymore.

This accident
made it very clear

that tomorrow
is not a guarantee,

and I need to be me.

I'm getting closer every day

to exactly what that is.

But for now, I know...

I'm not all woman.

PAULA: Thank you...

for trusting me with that.

It must've been
very difficult

to live with that for so long.

[chuckles]
Thank you.

I-I had no idea how badly

I needed to say that to someone.

I wish I knew it was gonna be
this easy with Genevieve.

Well, you don't have to tell her
until you're ready.

I am, but what if
she rejects me?

Bishop...

you are remarkable.

I mean it.

If Genevieve rejects you,

she didn't deserve you
in the first place.

If you don't wanna talk to us,
can you maybe give us your name?

We can't get you home

-if we don't have
any information.
-Here. Let me.

Hi.

We want you to know
that you're safe here.

You don't have to be...

His name's St. Michael.

Maria.

MINNICK:
What's that?

That's my name.

Maria.

Roger kidnapped you.

I'm no kid, but,
yeah, he took me.

-From where?
-Bus station.

He said he'd give me a ride

'cause I was trying
to get to Ventura

'cause I got people up there.

Why you grillin' me?

Just trying to
get things straight.

What's not straight?
I was a prisoner.

Is that what Maria would say,
that you were a prisoner?

She talked to you?

Yes.

Oh.

Well, that's good, then, right?

It is.

You know, Maria...

her wrists.

They're all cut and bruised
from the handcuffs.

Yeah.

Yours aren't.

And according to
the County Clerk's office,

Roger and Janet Wilcox

were married
in Van Nuys in 2005.

That's you, isn't it?

That's your maiden name?

Wilcox, right?

I didn't want this.

Not gettin' 'em,
not gettin' rid of 'em.

What do you mean,
"Getting rid of them"?

[slams table] Janet!

He told me I was old.

Used up.

Started bringing home girls.

And he treated 'em good.

[laughs]
Everything but letting 'em go.

But then once they got older...

Roger did not like 'em old.

[sniffles]

That's when he would
take 'em up and...

and go get another one.

That's what happened to Tulsa?

She got too old?

Old and smart.

Too smart for her own good.

Where is up, Janet?

Up in the woods.

[sniffles]

Up, up, up.

TULSA:
What about Janet? She's old.

That's different
and you know it.

[grunts] But... But...

What if I was your new Janet?

Okay? Like-like Maria's
your new me?

Okay? I can be your new Janet.

And I'll be so good.
I'll be better than Janet.

I'll be so much better.
Please.

I'm not gonna do that.

Janet's Janet,

Maria's Maria,

and you are you.

Why don't you
just shoot me here?

That's not how
it's supposed to be.

You need to be
with those other girls.

That's what I need to happen

and that's what
we're going to do.

[phone ringing]

Need something, Janet.

Something about where
Roger was taking Tulsa.

Think.

It's up in the woods.
That's all he told me.

Oh, please.

All these years,
all the other girls.

You've been up there,
haven't you?

No. He likes to be alone
with them when he says goodbye.

[slams table] Come on!

Where is it?

When he came home,
I know he said something!

He-he loved the view.

He said he liked the view
of the place with the peaks.

Like horns.

The horns of a demon.

Two peaks like horns.

Copy that?

I know where he's going.

Come on! Come on.

Sorry, Tulsa.
This has to be done.

-TULSA [crying]: No.
-Goodbye.

No, no, no. Please!
[Tulsa sniffles]

Please, you don't
have to do this.

[rustling]

[neighs]

[snorts]

[groans]

[Tulsa crying]

[grunts]

Are you all right?

All right.

I need you to be brave

just a little bit longer, okay?

You're gonna go find Roger.

I am.

TULSA: Okay.

Okay. I'll be brave.

You never have to be
scared of him again.

I promise you that.

I want you to stay put.
Stay right here.

'Cause I'm coming back for ya.

-Okay.
-All right.

[Bill grunts]

Tulsa, I'll be back.

Come on.

-[horse whinnies]
-Come on.

♪

I love these girls.

All of 'em.

Tulsa maybe the most.

But then they grew up,

I didn't know
what to do with them.

So I brought 'em here.

And this is where they'll stay.

[gun clicking]

[grunts]

I still got six rounds left.

But I ain't gonna
waste 'em on you.

I don't know
what the hell you are.

We're gonna end this like men.

And I'm gonna enjoy
kicking your ass.

-[grunting]
-[Bill groans]

[Roger screams]

[grunts]

[handcuffs clicking]

Ah, let me just look
at this view one more time.

I love it.

Not a chance.

BILL:
As I write this,

I know full well that
my words are useless.

They can't bring
your daughter back.

They can't make sense of why.

There is no why.

It took me a long time
to figure that out.

It's my job to bring closure,
so here it is--

The man responsible
for these crimes is gone.

The girl has been saved.

And we would all like to thank

the Los Angeles
Sheriff's Department

and everyone who has helped
and is helping.

We're so glad to know
that Tulsa is safe and sound

and back with her father now.

For the rest
of our little girls,

who are in God's hands now...

we're so thankful that we

get to say goodbye

knowing that our babies
are resting peacefully.

[exhales sharply]

BILL:
And we hold fast
to the mission

doing everything
within our power

to make sure
it never happens again.

MAN [over radio]:
...that was the fire chief
just moments ago

announcing the Santa Clarita
fire has been contained,

and sheriff deputies
are coordinating efforts

-to return displaced
residents to their--
-[turns off engine]

♪

Are they still awake?

TERESA: No.

But I talked to them.

I told 'em
they're a part of our family,

and family is forever.

So...

I think we're okay.

Good.

♪

Your job, being my daughter,

has to do with putting up
with me and my job.

And doin' the right thing.

Telling the truth.

Goin' to school every day.

But you know that already.

We've grounded you,

and you're way too smart
to make the same mistake twice.

So let me just say
what I really wanna say.

A guy was bothering you.

You made him stop.

That sum it up?

On the end of the day,
that's what counts.

I did what needed to be done,

I came home safe.

So did you.

And I'm sorry that my job
is hard on you,

on the both of you.

I didn't ask for it

and neither did you.

But I can't do it without you.

So I was wondering

if maybe we could
start thinking about
whether my new job

is something we might
be able to get used to.

And one more thing, Mags.

What's that?

I'm proud of you.

I'm really proud of you.

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