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We are gathered here at the majestic Bennet Museum

to honor the greatest mind in American architecture.

Please join me in applauding the winner of this year's Solomon Prize of Design,

Henry Babel.

Tonight, Mr. Babel will unveil his newest and, he swears, his last structure,

that will reach the heavens over Nashville

and be celebrated for generations to come.

Is it getting warm in here?

When you're seven months pregnant, it is like being attached to a furnace.

With this final masterpiece, I think you will all agree

that Mr. Babel's achievements

are officially beyond the work of mere mortals,

and now his only rivals are among the gods.

Ladies and gentlemen, Henry Babel.

Thank you for the kind words, Onia.

But with all due respect, I don't believe in God or a higher power.

Hunger, drive and a killer instinct.

That's how we rise to achieve new heights.

I present to you the western hemisphere's next great tower...

the Tower of Babel.

What the hell?

Oh, my God.

Run!

Open the door!

- Help us! - Please, help us!

Okay, ma'am, tell me where you are.

The Bennet Museum.

The security doors came down, and all the exits are blocked.

We're trapped.

They're killing us!

Who's killing you? Is there a shooter?

No. The bugs. They're wasps or hornets.

I don't-I don't know what they are, but they're gigantic.

I need you to switch to video for me. Just click the link.

- I'm Cammie. - I'm Onia.

Can you show me these bugs?

Oh, dear.

Listen, Onia, I'm sending help.

- Oh, God. - What? What is it?

My eye!

It got in my eyes! It burns.

Onia, are you there?

What the hell are those things?

113 en route. What exactly is waiting for us?

We think they're murder hornets.

Cammie, did you say murder hornets?

That doesn't make any sense. They're not even native to America.

No, it says here they're indigenous to East Asia,

but they made it to the US before, usually inside cargo or shipments of wood.

However they got here,

they're terrorizing dozens of people trapped in a gallery.

Well, we'll start clearing people out as soon as we land.

Captain, there are a few things you should know.

Murder hornets have evolved to be apex hunters.

They're fast, extremely aggressive and massive.

How massive are we talking?

About the size of a man's thumb.

Thumb?

Their stinger alone is a quarter inch. It can easily penetrate your turnouts.

Their jaws are serrated and can tear through most organic substances.

They hate loud noises and...

Oh. They can also spray venom.

So, there's that.

Hey, Cammie, any idea how potent the stings are?

- Extremely. - Great.

All right, 113, listen up.

Going Kevlar, eye protection.

Bring along a fire shelter just in case.

Let's do it.

Rox, what's the matter?

This might be a bad time to tell you I suffer from entomophobia.

- And what's that? - Fear of swarms.

Thank God you're here. Come with me.

The main gallery is just through here.

- Help! Please! Help us! - Hang in there!

You can't get this glass open?

I've been trying, but our alarm system's on the fritz.

Somebody must have knocked over display cases,

triggered the anti-burglar response.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

Now all the gallery doors are sealed.

Oh, come on.

Ryan, radio USAR. I want a rescue vac here ten minutes ago.

- Taylor. Jaws, the diamond-tipped. - Yeah.

We're getting this open. We're gonna start giving them first aid.

Sounds good.

Just one question, Cap.

How do we do that without them swarming us to death?

You said the alarm's on the fritz. What about the lights?

They still work.

- How do I control them? - I'll get you the panel.

Okay, I'm gonna need access to the PA system too.

You got it.

Cap, what are you thinking?

Well, one thing I know about hornets.

They're drawn to the light.

- Just like a bug zapper. - Just like that.

Folks, this is the fire department.

We're gonna be turning out the lights for a second.

I need y'all to hunker down and be as quiet as possible.

These things hate noise.

Hit it.

All right, come on.

Okay. Come on. Fly to the light.

It's working.

All right, Tay, hit it.

Keep going, keep going.

Okay.

All right.

Nice and quiet. Nice and quiet.

There you go. Get in there. Start giving some triage.

Anyone who can move on their own steam, you send them out.

Okay, folks.

Up and out.

- No pulse. - Right.

Black tag, and keep it moving.

Looks like you broke your leg. Blue.

We got you.

Come on.

Captain Hart, USAR's on scene. We got the vac you requested.

- Is it attached to the truck? - Guys are hooking it up now.

Great, as fast as you can.

Ma'am, can you hear me?

I need assistance with a pregnant patient by the Delta wall.

Rox, what's going on?

Tonic-clonic seizure, probably from the neurotoxins in the venom.

If we don't stop these seizures, she can lose the baby or go into labor.

We'll get to you in a sec, as soon as I get some free hands.

Come on, folks.

Rox, you gotta get out of there.

No can do, Cap. She's choking on her own tongue.

- You're okay. - What about my baby?

Rox, they're coming right at you. Shelter, shelter, shelter.

Okay. Just be quiet.

Be quiet.

- Don't leave. - They're chewing through it.

Flying freaks!

- Come and get us! - Over here.

- Yeah, over here. - Right here!

Come on!

- Come on, you flying freaks! - Come here!

- Come on! - Come and get us!

- Come on! - We're right here.

Come attack us, you bastards.

That's right, come to the light.

Now!

It's working.

It's working!

- Let's get it up top. - Yep.

- This little section right there. - Yeah.

There we go, Cap.

Get in there, you little bastards.

- Come on. There we go. - Come on!

Is that it?

I think that's the last of them.

We're good. We're good.

Rox, you can come out now.

You okay?

I just felt the baby kick. Thank you.

This is why I hate bugs.

- How we looking, Rox? - Three fatalities.

Everybody left is stable,

but I still think they should get checked out at the hospital.

Dispatch said they're sending more buses.

Good. Once they land, we'll load out.

- What the hell is he doing? - Hey.

Hey, what are you doing?

Taping off the crime scene.

My compliments to your team for securing it, Captain.

Thanks, but who are you?

- Rogue Kelly, Metro Police. - Metro?

Never seen you before.

I'm new.

Okay, well, I'm gonna need to see some ID, Rogue, or whatever the hell your name is.

And it is, in fact, Rogue.

Is his name really Rogue?

Is your name really Blue?

Homicide.

What is a homicide detective doing here?

I count three dead bodies on the ground.

Okay, but what makes you think it's a crime?

For one, these are murder hornets, not native to the US.

Yeah, but they've showed up here before, you know, in imported wood.

It's a freak occurrence.

They just made their nest in the wrong spot.

Maybe, but I'm more interested in what got them out of the nest.

I'd assume it was all the people here agitating them.

You know, they don't like noise. It's just bad luck.

Maybe.

You keep saying "maybe" like there's... there's some counter theory here.

Is it warm in here to you?

Feels about 85 to me. Nah, 84.

Most museums are kept between 59 and 77 to protect their displays.

You know that how?

I'm from New York. We got a lot of museums.

- May I? - Hey, that's NFD property.

Yeah, I'll give it back.

Okay.

Interesting.

Excuse me. Where are the HVAC controls for this room?

It's over here.

Can I come?

You usually set the heat this high?

No, and it's so weird.

It's supposed to top out at 68 to protect the displays.

He called it.

He said it was 84. It's 83.

Hornets are more aggressive in warm temperatures.

You think it could've jacked up 15 degrees by accident?

Not usually.

But we did have a glitch tonight,

which is why I still can't open the security glass in the gallery.

Maybe they're related.

Maybe.

So now, the security door is shut anytime a case breaks.

To stop thieves from walking off with the merchandise.

Someone probably knocked it over when they were running away from the hornets.

Like I said, it's just bad luck.

See all the broken glass? That's where the case should have been.

How do you know?

Look at all the drag marks on the floor.

The case that got knocked over, this isn't where it's supposed to be.

Someone moved it recently right into the escape path.

Trapping everybody inside.

You should check on your captain. He doesn't look so good.

Cap? Cap!

Doc!

Rox!

- Get him on his side. - Yep, on it.

He's barely breathing.

Hornet!

It's dead, but its stinger's gone.

Must still be embedded in his body.

We gotta find it. If it's in him, it'll keep releasing venom.

Check his right collarbone. I saw him touch it right before he fell.

It's in his jugular.

- You wanna pull it out? - No, you don't pull out a stinger.

You risk squeezing the venom sac. You could kill him.

Okay, so what do we do?

Scrape it with, like, a credit card or something.

Here.

Thanks.

Easy, easy, easy.

- It's out. Epi. - Epi.

Cap?

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

You just won yourself a free trip to the ER, Cap.

Detective Kelly, you just saved my dad's life.

That was all you guys, and, please, just call me Rogue.

- I'm Ryan. - Nice to meet you, Ryan.

It's humbling, isn't it?

Just to know that your whole world can change in an instant.

It's... it's a little too painful to put into words.

I understand, but the reason you're here is to do just that.

Now, what was going through your mind that fateful moment?

All I was thinking about was how much I love my husband...

and my family.

And I swore that I would keep my cool.

And I would take the high road. But then...

You threw a cheap shot and got your ass whupped.

You did not whup my ass, Dixie.

I smashed you against a wall.

That is only because I let my guard down after I knocked the damn mess out of you.

God, you know what? I would love to see you try that again.

- Try me. - Oh, God.

Don't act tough. You fight like a girl.

Ladies, need I remind you this group is court-ordered,

and if you can't behave yourselves,

the judge will convert your sentences from anger management to jail time?

I don't understand why she has to be here.

Yeah, same.

Judge Lowe specifically wanted the two of you to learn

to better manage your conflict

considering how intermingled your families are.

Yes, that's very true.

I actually own her recording contract.

Which she paid four million dollars for out of spite.

Wow. Seriously?

Let's get back on track.

Blythe.

You are a strong, successful woman.

Why do you think Dixie's able to get under your skin?

Because she keeps trying to seduce my husband.

Oh, my God. Don was my boyfriend first.

- She stole him. - Girl code, Blythe.

They were not together when we met, okay?

And it does not excuse her trying to sleep with him decades later.

Oh, my God. I did not have to try.

He was practically begging for it.

Except he didn't show up. And do you know why?

- Because you're poison. - Oh, yeah. That's the reason.

- Everyone, we're counting back. - Because you're poison.

- It's five, four, three, two, one. - Four, three, two, one.

Inhale, cleansing exhale.

Is it fair to say that most of your conflict revolves around your husband?

You think?

You need a PhD to put that together?

I'm gonna suggest something that may sound controversial.

I don't think you two are truly mad at each other.

I suspect your strife is displaced rage at Mr. Hart

for putting you both in this position.

I was gonna say, it seems like you two wanna bang each other.

- What? Ew. No. - No.

Okay, look, was I mad at Don that day?

You bet, but I forgave him.

I'm gonna be honest with you, Blythe.

The hardest work that we do in here

is facing where our anger actually is coming from.

All right. Final check-in, Captain.

Any numbness in your lips or tongue?

- No. No swelling. - Good.

Good. We are two hours post-sting with no further reaction,

which means you're good to go.

All right.

It's a good thing y'all got that stinger out when you did

or this could've gone a whole other direction.

- Thank God for Rogue. - Yep.

Rogue? What'd he do?

Observe there was a problem.

Oh, yeah. It was uncanny of him to notice me keeling over.

- Hey. - Hey.

How we doing, Don?

We're doing good now that Eleanor tells me I'm out of the woods.

As far as your hornet sting, yes,

but there were a few other things I wanted to go over in your blood work.

What other things?

Your glucose, for starters.

Why are you checking my glucose?

Ryan had mentioned it'd been a minute since your last checkup, so we just...

We figured why not kill two birds with one stone?

So, this was an ambush physical.

No, no. This is a... a spot check for wellness.

I would expect this kind of duplicity out of him,

but you, Doctor, I'm disappointed in.

You know, I should go check on some other patients.

- Bye, Eleanor. - Bye.

- Yeah. - Don, there's just...

There are some other numbers I just wanna bring to your attention here.

- Like what? - A1C was a 6.1.

That means your blood sugar's pretty high.

That's probably 'cause I had a cheese Danish for breakfast.

The A1C tests over the past several months.

But, look, there's nothing to be ashamed of.

Elevated glucose levels are perfectly normal for someone with...

For what, Sam?

For someone with, your life, experience.

Yeah. Or someone who likes to have a glass of wine or two at the end of every day.

So what?

Some people unwind with a cigar or fantasy football.

I-I enjoy a glass of Pinot.

And doctors say it's good for you, by the way.

- We don't actually say that anymore. - They used to.

And maybe that's why people don't trust doctors anymore.

- No offense. - Don.

Have you been feeling any fatigue or lethargy lately?

Are you kidding me? I'm in the gym an hour every day.

Every other day.

Any trouble sleeping, hard time waking up?

Yeah, comes with the job.

Yeah, or it could be sleep apnea.

I don't even snore.

What if I told you that there's a drug that could help with all of this?

Now you're about to tell me I should be trying one of those GLP-1s?

- Is that it? - Yes.

It has been known to reduce your chance of diabetes, lower cholesterol...

It also reduces muscle mass, which is a nonstarter in my line of work.

Look, I appreciate the concern, but we have to get back to work.

Lieutenant, let's go.

Yeah, Cap.

Blythe and I are both excited for you to come to brunch on Sunday.

Yeah. Us too. We'll see you there.

Well, that was a disaster.

What kind of name is Rogue?

My parents thought it was cool.

You mean your parents thought they were cool.

No, they actually were pretty cool.

I heard that podcast about you catching the Staten Island Strangler.

Don't believe everything you hear.

So tell me, how does a hotshot like you

leave the Big Apple at the height of his career?

Because the apple is rotting.

I love New York, but I got tired of living in a city in decline.

Figured I'd switch to one on the rise.

That a pretty way of saying you got passed over for a promotion?

It's a pretty way of saying I got tired

of stepping over human feces and needles in the subway.

So you traded it for vomit and pee on Broadway.

Officer Lennox, I think we're gonna get along.

It's odd.

What?

Hornets build their nests by chewing up wood fibers

and shaping them into little hexagonal cells.

Look at this.

It's paper. They would never use paper in the nest.

Too flimsy.

There's so many little wads here serving no apparent function.

So, how did they get there?

I think someone put them there.

Someone put them there? Who?

The same person who hid the nests in that museum display,

then turned up the heat to release 'em.

Even if someone did do this, why bother stuffing in scraps of paper?

Maybe they wanted to send us a message.

My God.

I still think that's the sexiest thing you've ever worn to bed.

How was your first anger management session?

Enlightening.

That's promising. Want a scotch?

I brushed my teeth already. Thank you.

So, did, Dixie behave herself?

She was as venomous as ever.

Speaking of which, I got stung by a murder hornet.

- What? - Yeah.

Over here when I was on my call at the Bennet.

Oh, my God. Are you okay?

Well, I had to go to the ER, but I'm fine. But get this.

Samantha... she did a little more than just check me for toxins.

What do you mean?

Apparently, my, my glucose is bad, my blood pressure's bad.

And as it turns out, I shouldn't be having a glass of wine every night.

- And a scotch. - Well, yeah, and a scotch.

She actually suggested that I should start trying one of those GLP-1s.

Y-You believe that?

Well, I mean, a lot of people are on 'em.

And, you know, I actually just read that they can help with migraines

and even PTSD and snoring.

Yeah, well, it can also cause diarrhea, pancreatitis.

And by the way, I don't snore.

W-What's going on here? Where's all my stuff?

Don, I think...

that we should sleep in separate rooms.

What?

Because I snore?

No, it's called a bed divorce.

The therapist was talking about it in group tonight.

And so I put... I put your stuff into the guest room.

Why?

Because I haven't had a good night's rest

since the day that you went to Dixie's house.

Oh, God. I turned around before I even got there.

Only after you texted her that you were all in.

I saw the damn devil emoji.

She showed you that.

She savored putting that knife in my heart.

And I didn't tell you because I thought...

I thought that I could forget that image,

but it...

it won't go away.

And the therapist said that all this anger that I feel towards Dixie is actually...

it's... it's displaced anger at you.

I think she's right.

I've put you through hell.

I'm sorry.

I would like nothing more than to take it all back, but I...

But is it worth ending a marriage over?

I'm not trying to end it.

I'm trying to save it.

I think I need some space away from you.

To rest,

to heal.

You know, I will sleep on the bathroom floor if that's what it takes.

I-I will do whatever it takes for as long as it takes

for you to feel safe with me again.

Thank you.

It will never be about choosing between you and her.

It's always been, and it always will be you.

Good night.

Sam, I think today should be the day.

- For what? - That we finally tell 'em our news.

And everyone's gonna be here.

Yeah, exactly. It's way too much pressure.

I just hate keeping secrets.

It's not some dirty secret. It's a bed divorce.

I feel like a phony putting on a happy face when you and I are going through it.

That's what you do when you host a family brunch.

You put on a happy face, so people can be happy.

See? Look at them. They're happy.

Look. It's nobody's business but ours.

They're gonna find out either way at some point.

You're pregnant, for God's sake.

Yeah, I'm not just pregnant, Ryan. I'm pregnant with cancer.

Trust me.

Nothing kills the vibe like the C word.

I just don't wanna stress anybody out today, okay?

I just want today to be fun.

Y'all want rosé, cab or prosecco?

Yes.

And what if my mom offers you prosecco?

Then I'm going to lie through my teeth and say that I have a shift.

- I just hate lying. - Too bad.

Better put on your best Donald Hart smile...

- and say... - Hey!

The steak is cooked to perfection, Blue. Well done.

It's really no big deal.

Yeah, well, he was up all night watching tutorials, so...

I bet he was.

You're doing double biscuit?

It's Sunday.

Been doing Sunday double biscuits since before you were born.

- Sunday double biscuit? Good idea, Dad. - Right?

- Excuse me. - There you go.

Rogue. You made it.

Sorry I'm late.

Late? Were we expecting you?

I invited him. I mean, he's new in town.

And after he saved your life, I figured the least we could do

is show him a little Harts hospitality.

- I hope it's okay. - No, of course. Come on in.

Can I get you a glass of wine?

No, thanks.

I don't drink carbs.

Rogue, I want you to meet my wife Samantha.

Hey, nice to meet you.

I'm Cammie. I'm the sister-in-law.

Also, a dispatcher with 911.

You guys really keep it in the family.

You have no idea.

I'm Blythe. I'm Ryan's mom.

And my wife.

Of course. Please. Help yourself.

- Thanks. - Thank you.

How you liking Nashville?

No complaints.

You have any family here?

Nah. My, two sons are in college.

One's in LA. The other's in Austin.

- How old? - Nineteen and 21.

My daughters are the same age.

Yeah?

No wife?

Not anymore.

Widower.

I'm sorry to hear that. I'm... I'm a widow myself.

I'm sorry too.

Hey...

Any updates on the murder hornet case?

There's one actually.

But nobody wants to hear about work, do they?

- Not really. - I love true crime.

I've been examining the nest.

It had wads of paper in it.

Paper high in eucalyptus fiber.

It's what they make Bible pages out of,

which feels very intentional.

Are you saying there's a mysterious criminal on the loose?

We'll see. But my gut tells me that's...

That's probably enough talk about mayhem. Why don't we change the subject?

Yeah.

So...

how long have you two been separated?

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry. I...

I didn't know it was a secret. I do that. I blurt. I'm a blurter.

What makes you think that we're separated?

You introduced yourself as Ryan's mother, and I recognize the body language.

Navels pointed away from each other, scarce eye contact.

My wife and I went through all the same stuff when we were separated.

Yeah, we're not separated.

It's called a... a bed divorce.

It's very modern, very healthy, very...

It's very temporary.

Hey, I'm not judging.

I know just how difficult a marriage can be, even when there's love.

Okay, why didn't you tell us you were having problems?

Because we're not. We are just working through some stuff.

Honey, we're fine.

I promise you, if there was something to worry about, we would tell you.

Y'all, why don't you let Rogue and I have a minute, would you?

- Please. - Yeah, who wants coffee?

You guys help me clear, will ya?

- I'll help. - Thanks, y'all.

It's all good.

Look, I don't know how you do things in New York,

but around here you don't roll into people's houses

and start tossing grenades.

I said it was my bad. I told you I'm a blurter.

I observe and I blurt.

You know, I observe things too.

You take big bites.

You also eat too fast.

Relax, I'm gonna help you.

But first, let me just say something to you.

You work your cases however you want.

I will never interfere with police business.

But when it comes to my family, you tread very lightly, you understand?

Recommend the biscuits.

They go down easy.

Officer Lennox, you said you had something for me?

You know, I was bummed when they assigned me to this case.

But then I got to spend my Sunday assembling

confetti from a hornet's nest under a magnifying glass.

"I will send swarms upon you and upon your people and all your houses."

What do you think it means?

This is just the beginning.

Yes, I separated the colors.

I know how to do laundry, Mom.

I'm just saying, remember the last year?

One red sock ruined the whole...

There are no red socks.

Don't overexert yourself.

You sound like you're overexerting yourself.

Now, the doctor said that you can't...

I know what he said, but I need clean underwear, Mom.

I wish you had a friend who could help. Maybe I should fly down.

No, no. I have friends.

I just don't know why you needed to move to a new city 800 miles away.

Because I'm trying to make it on my own.

You know what happens to girls living on their own in big cities?

They learn how to be independent?

They run out of money, end up on the street and get murdered.

There's no shame in admitting you're in over your head.

I'm not in over my head.

I gotta go. Love you.

I love you too. Don't forget the fabric softener.

Great. Just great.

Hello?

Is somebody there?

No, no, no!

What the hell?

Oh, my God!

Help.

Come on!

Come on.

Help me!

It's coming up through the drains, the washing machines, it's everywhere.

I'm trapped. Help!

How do you know it's blood?

Because it looks like blood.

And it tastes like blood!

It's blood.

Okay, we're gonna figure this out. What's your name and address?

I'm Judy. I'm at 406 Calder Street. I'm in the basement.

I'm Cammie. Help is on the way.

I see here that your building has an elevator and a stairwell down there.

The elevator isn't working, and the door to the stairs won't open.

- I think it's locked. - Locked?

Okay, I'm sending you a link so I can see what you're seeing.

Okay.

All right, Judy, can you move the camera around for me

so I can see the whole space?

It's filling up so fast. It's gone up three feet in the last minute.

I want you to climb up on that washer and try to open those windows, okay?

I don't think I can. My leg is broken.

I need you to try, honey.

Oh, my God.

It's rusted shut. They're all rusted shut.

- Then we need to break it open. - How?

There. Pull out the footrest from your wheelchair.

Careful. Careful, Judy.

- Got it. - You got it.

All right, now hit the glass, but turn your head away

so you don't get any in your eyes.

I can't. It's too thick. And it keeps getting higher.

I'm gonna die here. My mom was right. I should have never come.

Judy, you're not gonna die.

I'm so afraid.

We're gonna use that fear, and we're gonna turn it into fuel.

Now, take a deep breath, swivel back your hips,

and then release all that energy right from your core.

Strike as hard as you can.

I keep hitting and it's not working!

I don't care what your mom said.

You can do this, Judy.

Now do it.

It's working!

Good, that's it. Now hit it again.

I dropped it. I think I can get it.

It's okay, but be very, very careful. Blood is slippery.

Judy, are you there?

Judy?

113, tell me you're close.

Landing now.

Come on.

I just lost contact with my caller.

Her name is Judy. I think she's drowning in the basement.

- Copy that. Headed in. We gotta hustle. - Yeah.

Nashville Fire!

- Where are the stairs to your basement? - Over here.

Last door on the left.

Thank you.

Rox, Taylor, let's set up EMS down here.

Rest of y'all hang tight. I'll be back with our girl in a minute.

Whoa. You're going in alone?

If it is blood down there, there's gonna be contaminants, there could be disease.

- So, yeah, I'm going alone. - No way.

- We go wherever you go, Cap. - What he said.

- Down here? - Yeah.

It's locked. Who the hell locks a storm door?

Somebody who doesn't want anyone getting out.

Open it up.

- I still can't open it. - Probably all the pressure.

- Blue, help him. - Yeah, Cap.

Push it. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Almost.

Got it.

- Go, go, go. - Judy!

- Judy! - Judy!

- Judy! - Guys, feel around with your legs.

Stay low.

Judy!

Not seeing anything, Cap.

Dispatch, any idea where she may be?

Look for a broken window on the east wall.

That's where she went down.

Cap. Up here.

Going under.

Judy!

She's unconscious. She's not breathing.

Rox, we're bringing her to you. Stand by for CPR.

Let's get her on the stretcher.

Doc, no respirations. We think she might have hit her head.

Gentle. Tay, let's get her on the LIFEPAK.

On it, Doc.

Her airway's clear, but she's not breathing.

No pulse.

Starting CPR.

I was hoping we'd gotten to her in time.

She'd only been under for three minutes or so.

That might've been enough. She swallowed a lot of blood.

Only hope is that it's more viscous than water, so it's harder to aspirate.

Come on. All right, pulse check.

- She's in VT. - Right. Shocking her. Clear.

Resuming CPR.

Don, what's her status?

Not good. We're giving her CPR.

Gonna shock her again. Clear.

Let it all out.

It's gonna be okay.

So much blood.

Weird as it sounds, the fact that it was blood and not water

might have just saved your life.

Right, let's get her ready to travel.

Cammie, great news. Rox and Taylor brought her back.

Oh, thank God.

All right, let's travel.

Great work, great work.

- What, something hurt? - No.

I just realized I have to call my mom.

Yeah, I feel you.

All right, boys, your turn.

Think warm thoughts.

Oh, God, that's cold!

Don't go easy on that disinfectant.

We need to decon every nook and cranny.

Go on! Make your dad proud.

You should not be enjoying it this much.

Detective Kelly.

Your scene's right this way, sir.

Has anybody been down there yet?

We were told not to do anything in the basement until you arrived, sir.

Good, but don't call me "sir."

I want sump pumps down there sucking up all the blood.

Start a relay running samples to the lab.

Yes, sir.

Sorry, sir.

You're hopeless, Officer.

- Looking trim, boys. - Thank you, Rogue.

Hey, I heard you saved the vic. Good work.

I'd dab you up, but I'm a bio hazard, you know?

Officer Hopeless, start calling every blood bank within 500 miles.

See if anyone had a robbery. It all had to come from somewhere.

Yeah, don't bother.

It's not human blood.

You could tell that by swimming in it?

No, by smelling it. I have a nose for these things.

Look, I've spent enough time around livestock to know that

that blood was too gamy to be human.

It had to be, I don't know, pig or cow, I'd reckon.

You'd reckon?

Why not a horse or donkey?

Well, because folks around here don't eat their horses.

And, Detective, there's a butcher shop right behind you.

My guess is somebody rerouted the drain lines

and probably flooded it out with animal blood.

Come with me.

Please.

- Be with y'all in just a sec. - Now would be better.

- Give us a moment. - Sure.

You keep animal blood on-site?

Yeah, we make the best blood sausage in Nashville.

- Mind showing us? - Sure. Come with me.

We use three different types to get that briny flavor.

Hog, cow and sheep.

- Mind if I take a look? - Go ahead.

It's empty.

Wait. This doesn't make any sense.

- What's that? - Look at the gauges. They're all empty.

You were right. He was here.

Who was here? And where the hell did my blood go?

Guessing down the wrong drain.

You got security cameras back here?

No. No one wants to see how the sausage gets made.

Captain, if he did what you said he did...

how would he have pulled it off?

It takes some serious know-how.

First thing you do is put a stopper in the sewage line just to block it.

Then you divert the waste storage into the clean out,

let the blood start flowing in.

Let it amass right above the basement.

Then when the time's right, all he's gotta do is pull the block.

And then the flood.

And then the flood.

Detective. I think he left us something.

"He turned their rivers into blood,

so they could not drink or bathe in their streams."

It's one of the plagues from the Bible.

And somebody's unleashing 'em on Nashville.