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Whoops!

How much longer on them burgers?

Just give me five more minutes.
They're almost there.

- Come back over here!
- Hey!

Get off my property, you guys.

Hey!

- Ooh!
- That's it!

- Run!
- That's it!

- Is anyone injured?
- No, not yet.

- Can you describe the suspects?
- I don't know.

Boys.
Maybe six or seven years old.

And they have guns?

Yes! They have those
giant water cannon things.

- They almost took my eye out.
- I'm sorry.

But are you reporting
an actual emergency?

Of course it's an emergency!

It's almost something
with these people!

If it's not water guns,
it's water balloons

or roller skates or tricycles
and too many damn barbecues!

Just one big damned
unlawful assembly.

If you would like to make
a noise complaint,

- you should call...
- I'm calling you.

And now, I'd like to speak
to your supervisor.

Ma'am, it's a misdemeanor

under California penal code,
section 148.3,

for a person to use
the 9-1-1 system

for a purpose other than
reporting an actual emergency.

Are you kidding me?
I'm the criminal now?

Okay, fine, if you people
aren't gonna handle it,

I will take care of it myself.

- Ma'am...
- Hey!

How'd you get in here?

Get outta here!

- May...
- No... dispatching units now.

Possible assault in progress.

Ma'am?

Ma'am, are you there?

What just happened?

Gunshot wound to the chest.

She was already dead
when we got here.

Don't think you're gonna be
needing those med kits.

Yeah, Crime Scene unit's
on the way.

We just need to get a medical
confirmation that she's dead.

On it.

Excuse me.

Uh, did you just
say "excuse me"?

Chimney's being weird.

How can you tell?

Ooh, ooh, hey, whoever killed
her kicked that gate in good.

Saw a clean footprint on it.

Well, that foot would be mine.

The gate was latched shut
from the inside.

Front door was locked too.

If everything was locked
when you got here,

how'd the murderer
get in or out?

It's a locked-room mystery.

A locked-yard mystery.
What do you think?

Home invasion gone bad?
Murder for hire.

Was she married?
'Cause... you know.

The husband
is usually the culprit.

Are we making
a true crime podcast?

Calling it... definitely
some signs of struggle.

Looks like
a fresh manicure, too.

Guessing that the broken nail

would have bugged her less
than the bullet hole.

You got an ID for the paperwork?

Yeah, the victim's name
is Delia Narwood.

She's the owner and sole
occupant of the property.

And a... apparent fan
of tiny garden statuary.

How you doin', Rick?

Nice to see ya, Bobby.

Hey, you know,
none of this mail's addressed

to Delia Narwood... it's not even
the right house number.

So she was stealing
people's mail.

Maybe she saw something
she wasn't supposed to...

and it got her killed.

Okay, Cagney and Lacey.

I think your work here

- is done.
- All right.

Let's saddle up.

So she was on the phone
with 9-1-1,

not about an intruder,
when she was shot.

- What are the odds?
- Well...

Ms. Narwood treated 9-1-1
like her own

personal grievance hotline.

I say the odds of her dying
with them on the line

were above average.

How many calls
from this address?

13. In the last six months.

- 13?
- Yeah.

I wonder which one
got her killed.

So, uh, you goin'
over to Buck's?

Yeah. I need to tell him

that our parents
are coming to visit.

That's the thing
you need to tell him?

Not that other thing
that you told me

that I'm not allowed
to talk about?

And yet, here you are...
talking about it.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I guess I haven't had
29 years of practice

- at lying to Buck.
- You know that

I didn't have a choice in that.

- I promised my parents.
- When you were nine!

A promise they had no right
to ask you to make, by the way.

You don't owe them anything.
You could tell him the truth!

All I need to tell him
is that our parents

are coming to LA.

How do you think
he's gonna take it?

You invited Mom and Dad
to visit?

Yes.

And you're just telling me now.

Well, you know,
you were in Texas,

and... I wasn't completely
sure they were coming.

You're just telling me

now that they have crossed
the California state line,

and it's too late for me
to talk you out of it.

Though... I'm still not sure
who talked you into it.

No one.

I guess I just...

want my little girl
to have a normal family.

You know,
uncles and grandparents

that she might actually know.

Well, then maybe
you shoulda gotten

knocked up by a guy
who has one of those.

Well, that is not funny.

Maybe...

maybe this'll be
a good thing, you know?

You could talk to Mom and Dad,

tell them
how you've been feeling.

Could be good
for your therapy, right?

Or cause me to need more of it.

I think I'm willing to try.

And...

maybe Mom and Dad are too.

Fine.

But we're a team, okay?

A-a united front.

You are not allowed
to leave me alone with them.

I won't, I promise.

And don't worry.
Chimney's gonna be there too.

And Albert.

Albert's coming?

Okay, so why must I be there?

Because.

I have to meet Maddie's family.
You're my family.

Ergo, you have to meet
Maddie's family.

- Is this a punishment?
- Yes!

Now, shut up and dribble.

You know, Buck was right.
You are being weird.

He thinks
you're hiding something.

Because I am!

Maddie told me a secret,
a really terrible,

life-altering
Buckley family secret

that Buck can never know about.

- She told you?
- I know, right?

What the hell was she thinking?

Everybody knows
I can't keep a secret!

Except this time,
I really have to.

I can't tell anyone.

Except you.

- Oh... no.
- What do you mean, no?

I can't tell Hen
or Bobby about it.

- We all work with Buck.
- Yeah, and I live with Buck.

But you're my brother.

You have to listen.

All right...

Where's Buck? Is he joining us?

On the phone with Dr. Copeland.

Emergency therapy session.

- Again?
- Yeah.

He had to ask her
for advice on some, uh,

- de-escalation techniques.
- What, is he afraid

his parents' visit is gonna
turn into a hostage situation?

What?

What do you think they're like?

The parents, I mean.

I mean, I look at Maddie...

and then I look at Buck,
and I'm like...

"There's a story there."

You have no idea.

None of us has any idea.

Just too bad, 'cause you know...

if we all knew, we could
talk about what we know,

and then we'd all know it.

No one would be stuck
keeping anything to themselves,

alone, with no one to talk to

about some potentially
explosive information

they really wish
they didn't know.

I gotta go.

Do we even wanna know
what that was about?

No.

- Definitely not.
- Kay.

It seemed like
such a silly call at first,

a complaint about some kids,

- and then someone shot her.
- What?

This woman died while you were
on the phone with her?

Yeah. I mean, Josh
was on the call, too,

and he said I did
everything right, but...

all I keep thinking is,

"What if
I'd sent police sooner?"

Dad, don't...

Hey, you know,
am I allowed to be

a little bit concerned

that my daughter just heard
her first homicide?

No.

- No?
- No!

Look, I can't have you
and Mom mad at me about this.

You promised me
you'd be supportive,

so... Dad up.

Okay. Okay.

Dadding up.

Josh was on the call
with you, right?

Okay, so he could have jumped in

if you missed something.

Yes, and Josh said that too.

I just don't know
how to shake off the feeling

that there was something else
that I could've done, you know?

Oh, baby, your life
is just moving

beyond my level of experience.

I mean, you were never
a first responder,

but you were married to one.

Mom must have talked to you
about this stuff.

Not really.

She never brought
that kinda stuff home.

She always said
she left her job behind

when she took off the uniform
at the end of the day.

All I have is a polo.

Listen.

Baby, I don't know
what to tell you

except maybe ask your mother.

You get the files I sent you?

Took me a while
to get through 'em all.

How many lawsuits can one woman
file against her neighbors...

Complaints
to the building department,

zoning board,
and for some reason,

the Department
of Waste Management?

Come on, Athena, everybody
knows you're supposed to

bring your trash cans in
before 8:00 p.m.

Yeah. I see she also filed
some police reports too.

Yeah. Delia Narwood
was waging war

against the entire cul-de-sac.

Let's go find out
who decided to return fire.

She said we were running
an unlicensed business

out of our home.

All sidewalk vendors

require business, tax,
and health permits.

Do ya have those permits?

She traumatized my daughter...

over a lemonade stand?

What kind of person does that?

I think she was just
deeply unhappy.

You know the type...
They're miserable,

and they want everyone else
to be miserable too.

We won her over in the end,
though...

with baked goods.

Zucchini bread.

Baking has become
Rita's new obsession.

Every time I turn around,
she's covered in flour.

Well, we're just home so much
more than I thought we'd be,

I figured I needed a hobby.

The sourdough...
Super challenging.

Because the starter,
it's really hard

- to feed and keep alive...
- So..

- The day of the block party.
- Yes.

Such a lovely gathering.

I mean, up until the...

- murder.
- That was Delia.

Never missed an opportunity

to ruin things
for everyone else.

It's no wonder so many people
wished her ill.

Yeah, she totally had it comin'.

Joe, they're here
investigating a murder.

- Maybe you shouldn't...
- Well, they know

we didn't kill her.

You do know that, right?

We saw the police report
you filed.

We know what she did.

Archie!

Please tell me you
didn't get into her yard again.

Oh, my God, Archie!

Oh, my God!

What's wrong?

Archie!

She poisoned him.

If we hadn't got him
to the vet when we did...

Who does that to a dog?

And you had words with her
afterwards?

I said I hoped
she'd burn in Hell.

And look... wishes come true.

So we've got someone
who steals mail,

terrorizes small children,

and poisons adorable dogs,
and that's our victim.

Meanwhile, all of our suspects
have alibis...

Each other.

Murder on the Orient Express.

Maybe they all did it.

I got wine... red, white,

sparkling, in case you wanna do
any celebratory toasts,

and tequila.

Not sure why we needed
two bottles.

Those are for me.

You're wearing jeans.

Well, I was told I was
not allowed to wear jeans.

You stop whining.
Pre-heat the oven.

- 350.
- Whoa!

- We're baking stuff?
- Baked brie.

- Fig jam.
- When did you start liking fig?

Hey.

And I think we're ready.

- Dad!
- Maddie.

Mom! You guys did not
have to bring presents.

We're grandparents now.
Spoiling comes with the job.

Mr. and Mrs. Buckley,
hi, I'm Howard Han.

It's nice to finally
meet you both.

- Hi, Howard.
- Please

let me get these for you.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

- Hey.
- Evan.

- You look good.
- Ah, so do you.

Uh, this is my brother Albert.

And Buck's roommate.

It's a pleasure
to meet you both.

Buck. You're still letting
people call you that.

- It's just a nickname, Mom.
- Ugh.

Oh, you guys don't like
nicknames?

But Maddie...

Is the name
on my birth certificate.

Would anyone like a drink?

We have many options.

I believe
I'll start with tequila.

So Howard, do...

people call you Howard?

Yes. Yes, they do.

Please, this way.

Mrs. Buckley.

We got this.

United front.

I'm glad you guys
had a nice drive.

We saw a lot of the country.

The first few days,
there was nothing but rain,

then we got here,
blue skies and sunshine.

Yeah, we had a lotta rain
earlier in the year,

but, uh, lately, it's been dry.

Hmm.

I-I can't believe you drove
all the way across the country

in an RV... that sounds exciting.

Statistically speaking,

it seemed the safest way
to travel right now.

Yeah. We didn't wanna
take any chances,

given Maddie's condition

and it being
a high-risk pregnancy.

Well, no, it's not really
high-risk...

Oh, she's over 35.

That puts her at a higher risk,

so we all need to be
extra careful.

- The baby's fine, Mom.
- But you don't wanna

take any chances.

Not when you've waited
this long.

- Wow.
- Uh, she was just waiting

for the right time.

The right guy.

- God knows it wasn't Doug.
- Okay.

Let's not talk about him.

Of course, I'm sorry.
I'm just...

I'm so happy

to see you happy.

Now, Evan, Maddie tells us

that you've been seeing
a therapist?

She did?

I'm gonna get some water.

Anything we should be
worried about there?

No. Ha ha, no. Of course not.

It's... that's the job, you know?
It can be stressful.

It's... it's good to try
and get ahead of it.

You know, your father and I
went to see a therapist.

Uh, really? When?

Well, after all this business
with Maddie

and the husband
who shall not be named,

we felt like
there were some things

we needed to work through.

So you... you went
and talked to a therapist

about my problems?

It wasn't as if you wanted to

talk to us about them.

Buck had to call
to tell us that Doug was dead.

Well, I didn't want you
to find out on Dateline.

You know what, I'm gonna start

bringing this stuff
into the kitchen.

Would anybody like a refill
while I'm in there?

I'll help.

Yeah, uh...

me... me too.

Evan seems good.

After you called,
I was expecting...

I don't know what.

But he seems fine.

Yeah, I think he's better
at that than we think.

Seeming fine.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Got a call about
our crime scene this morning.

A uni was driving by and noticed

someone had broken the seal
on the front door.

Someone broke into
Delia's house?

Mm-hmm. Ransacked the place.

Well, why do you look
so happy about it?

'Cause when I went over
to see what was missing...

I found... this.

Hmm. Some kinda white powder?

Uh-huh. Smelled like flour.

With a hint of sourdough.

Baking has become
Rita's new obsession.

Zucchini bread.

Whatever Rita the baker
was looking for

has gotta be
in one of these boxes.

The techs took everything
outta that house

- that wasn't nailed down.
- Hmm. Crowder.

- What?
- I have an open envelope here

addressed to Jeanine R. Crowder.

I don't remember talking
to anyone with that last name.

Do you?

No. What was the house number?

24320.

That's, um...

- Rita Ambrose.
- Nope.

Jeanine Crowder.

Wanted for larceny,
fraud, identity theft,

and bigamy.

Rita is not Rita.

And Delia didn't just know that.

She had the evidence
to prove it.

Evidence that Rita
didn't want us to find.

- Rita!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

My wife is not a murderer!

Sorry to have to be
the bearer of bad news,

but she is also not your wife.

She's under arrest for bigamy.

- You know about Marshall?
- We thought

your other husband's name
was Jerome.

Oh. Damn it, now you know
about him too.

- Rita!
- Honey.

I can explain everything.

- Found the gun in the kitchen.
- Okay.

That one might be
a little harder to explain.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Didn't expect you home so early.

Thought you were
at some pool party.

Yeah. Didn't feel like staying.

Is Mom home?

No, she's at work tonight.

Is everything okay?

I took that call the other day.

The lady who got shot
and fell into her pool?

Mm, yeah, pool party maybe
not the thing

to take your mind off your job.

I get that I need to learn
how to let go,

you know, take off the uniform
and leave the job behind.

Well, that is certainly
how your mother does it.

I-I've never been able
to compartmentalize that much.

Okay, well, how do you do it?

I mean, you've been
a first responder

a really, really long time,
so...

I mean, not that you're...

Yes, it's true.

I have been doing this job
longer than you've been alive.

But no, I didn't always know
how to deal with the stresses

that come with it.
For a long time,

my coping mechanism was a mix
of vodka and Percocet.

Which I do not recommend.

Copy that.

May, it's natural...

to go over the losses
in your head,

to think about all the things
you could have done differently

knowing now
what you didn't know then.

I keep trying to figure out
what I could have done better,

how I could have saved her.

You couldn't.

You're gonna lose people,

and it is never gonna feel okay.

But that doesn't mean
it's your fault.

It just means that you care.

And there is nothing wrong
with that.

Big day. You ready?

Uh, yeah, I guess.
Why is it a big day?

Oh, no. Here.

This is you.

That's not the training desk.

Congratulations, graduate.

Today you fly solo.

But...

- the shooting call...
- You did everything right.

So trust your instincts.
Trust yourself.

9-1-1. What's your emergency?

I'm trying to find my gas line.

No, sir, I think you meant
to call 8-1-1.

They'll tell
if there's any utility lines

buried in your backyard.

Some meter maid
gave me a ticket.

Was your meter expired?

I'm telling you,
my freaking roommate

stole all of my drugs.

I really don't think
you thought this call through.

But he's...

9-1-1. What's your emergency?

Hey, this is Stan.
You sound nice.

So maybe you can help me.

Do you know why do people lie?

Like, they say they care,
but they don't.

I-I don't.

Someone needs
to teach 'em a lesson.

I'm gonna teach 'em a lesson.

I'm gonna blow
their lying heads right off.

You... you sound upset, Stan.

- But maybe I can help.
- You are nice,

but you can't help.

I just wanted to make sure
everybody understood.

This wasn't an accident.
I knew what I was doin'.

And they all deserved it.

Deserved what?

Oh, sorry. I buried the lede.

My name is Stanley Whitworth,

and I just planted a bomb.

They found the guy's house.
No sign of him.

They went to his job,

and it turns out
he was fired last month.

- Did they find the bomb?
- No. The place was clear.

I guess maybe it was just
some kind of revenge prank.

Didn't sound like a prank to me.

I think maybe
we have the wrong job.

I was looking at
his social media.

You should not be doing that.

This isn't the first time
he's lost a job.

Probably half a dozen of them
in the last two years.

What was the first job he lost?

Clearing the building now,

but we need to shut off
gas and power as a precaution.

Eddie, you're on
electrical... Buck, I want you

to go up the street,
shut the gas off at the main.

Copy that.

I mean, I know Stan was angry,
but... it's Stan!

He was with us for almost
20 years

- until the accident.
- He was injured on the job.

Blamed the company
for cutting corners.

Filed a grievance over it.

The company said
it was his mistake.

So when they fired him,
he lost his health and pension.

Court threw out his claim
on Friday.

He must have snapped.

- What'd he do for the company?
- He was in charge of demolition

- on our job sites.
- He'd blow things up for you.

Yes.

BP's elevated.
It's probably just the stress.

But I'll keep an eye on her
until we can transport.

Cap, power's out,
but I just got word

that a janitor might have
had an asthma attack

and collapsed
in one of the stairwells.

Copy that.
Sending Chimney your way.

Captain Nash, you're the I.C.?

Yeah. Building is almost clear.

No sign of any explosives yet.

Hey, you find asthma guy yet?

Ah, I checked
the main stairwell.

No signs of anyone.

All right,
maybe the garage underneath.

I'll check it out,
clear the rest of the lobby,

make sure nobody's
in the elevators.

- All right, copy.
- All right.

Anybody down here?

Sir. Sir. We need to
get you outta here.

Somebody said you were having
trouble with your asthma.

I'm a paramedic.
Got some basics here.

If not, we can get you
to the ambulance where I can...

Help you.

No one can help me now.

All right, Chimney, Eddie,

Bomb Squad is ready to go in.

You guys clear?

Chimney, you copy?

Chimney, come in.

I blow this... mezzanine goes.

Then the whole building.

I'm gonna take your word for it.

Chimney, come in!

I understand you're an expert
on this kinda thing.

The best. Had to disguise myself

as the frickin' help
just to get in here.

After I gave 'em
two decades of my life...

- Chimney, you copy?
- They kicked me to the curb.

And now I'm gonna make 'em
a pile of rubble

on that same curb.

Hey, Chim!

Chim, hey.

You didn't hear?
Squad's moving in.

- We'll be out in a minute.
- Come on, we can carry him...

No, don't, it's okay. Just...

It's all right.

Just make sure
everybody else clears out.

Got it.

I'll let the Cap know.

- Wait, wait, wait!
- Where's your other guy?

He's in there with the bomber.

We all gotta die
of something, right?

Looks like you've already
picked your preferred method.

Hey, so, uh,

so this respiratory
distress... asthma?

Or is that why
you filed your grievance?

I was born with it.

The accident's
how they got rid of me.

They call themselves
a family company, but...

that's a buncha crap.

Hey, look, it's getting
worse, okay?

- I can just...
- No, no.

It's over.

The world's gotta know
the truth.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I get it.

You're like a ticking time bomb.

If you don't get the truth out,
you're just gonna burst.

You don't know nothin' about it.

Wanna bet?

In fact, you got a minute?

I need to get my men in there
and get a bead on this guy.

Not until we find out
what's happened with my guy.

- Did you see anything?
- The guy was breathing hard.

I don't think
he was faking that.

Yeah, definitely had something
in his hand, probably a bomb,

or at least a detonator on him.

Why wouldn't Han just run?

I don't know.

He doesn't know?

- He has no idea.
- No. They kept it from him.

His entire life.

The sister too?

Wow.

And then she goes and tells me.

What'd you even say?

What was I supposed to say, huh?

Hey, is that a dead man's
trigger or...?

I just figured
he wanted me outta there.

A plunger means he controls it.
A dead man's trigger

- is designed so that...
- I'm familiar, Buck.

Okay. My guys got
a partial visual with infrared.

He said they're just...
sitting there.

- Might be talking.
- Talking him down.

Could be just
buying us some time.

What do you think
they're talking about?

He never asked about it?
Never suspected a thing?

No. He was just a little kid.
I mean,

there's a big age gap between
him and his sister, so...

Ha. You sure you wanna
be part of this family?

Well...

Maddie's pretty great.

I'm really looking forward
to being a dad.

If I can just make it
through this visit.

Hell, if I can just make it
through dinner with them.

Wait, wait, wait.

Another family gathering?

Whew. Wow.

That is...

Very explosive. Yes, very.

Copy that.

Company searched their job site.

Discovered 6 pounds
of C4 missing.

Well, he knew exactly
where to find it.

Maybe Chimney needs to
stop talking to him.

Could set him off.

Sorry. Uh, bad choice of words.

You gotta tell him.
He deserves to know.

I feel terrible about it.

And I have been dying
to tell somebody!

I'm happy...

I can help you
get it off your chest.

Thanks, Stan.

Hey, listen, it sounds like

your chest ain't doing so well.

Just one hit.

It's not a trick.

It'll help you.

Just albuterol.

We all got problems, Stan.

Yours don't give you the right
to blow up innocent people.

Or me.

All clear, all clear.
We're comin' out.

Thanks for listening to me,
Stan.

Is that... Hey, are you Buck?

Please sit back. That's it.

Uh, yeah, that's me.

- Ha ha. So it's true.
- What's true?

Okay, that O2
must really be kickin' in.

- In ya go, Stanley!
- You're not lyin'.

- Not lying about what?
- Nothin'... gotta go!

Nice to meet you, Buck.

It's about Buck.

What?

The thing you know.
The thing that's been

killing you
for the last few days.

It's about Buck.

I'm sorry.
I would love nothing more than

to unburden myself to you right
now, but I made a promise.

Are you mad?

I'm impressed.

You're growing as a human
right before my eyes.

Think it's ever okay
to keep a secret

from someone you care about?

It depends on what the secret is

and why you're keeping it.

They all think
they're protecting him.

Like lying to him means
the truth can't hurt him.

But you think they're wrong?

I think there's a reason
why he feels alone.

He is. He's the only one
not in on it.

Also, I'm not in on it.
For the record.

Whatever "it" is...

you keep that to yourself.

Yes, I was married
to three men at once,

and yes, I ransacked
Delia's house.

But I didn't kill her.

You sure you wanna talk to me

- without a lawyer present?
- I am a lawyer.

Was. Kansas.
It was another life.

Yeah, you've had
quite a few of those.

Like a damned cat.

This gun is registered to you.

Or should I say to...

Conchita Terrano?

Also known as you.

I said I didn't kill her!

But your gun killed her.

The same gun we found
in your pantry.

You see the problem here.

I didn't have the gun
when she was shot.

- She had it.
- So how'd she end up

with your gun?

She was stealing my mail
and using it to blackmail me.

We're done, Delia.

I'm not gonna give you
any more money.

Melvin's gonna notice soon,
and I cannot let that happen.

But he's not gonna notice
the gunshot

when you fire that thing?

Or my blood all over you

when you go home...

after you kill me?

Oh...

And if you broke my gnome,
I'm gonna sue you for that too.

Go home, Rita.

Stick to what you're good at...

Conning stupid men.

So Delia had your gun
on the night she was killed.

How'd you get it back?

Melvin and I were on the porch

when we heard the shot.

- What was that?
- I don't know.

Um... I'm gonna call 9-1-1.

- But you didn't call anyone.
- Uh, yeah.

I thought Delia shot someone
with my gun.

I needed to find out.

Delia kept her place locked,

but John and Joe didn't.

I looked over the fence, and...

she was dead.

You know the only thing worse

than Delia killing someone
with my gun?

Delia getting killed by my gun.

I knew how that would look.
I had to get it back.

Not now, Archie.

Seriously?

Hey, Archie! Archie, Archie.

Go get it. Good boy.

Okay. Oh, God.

That's a hell of
a story, I'll give you that.

You got anything to back it up?

Well, there's the dog toy.

I'll have the officers
take you back.

Uh, just a second.

Could you show me
your hands, please?

Thank you.

You believe her story?

It might sound crazy,
but I kinda do.

Why'd you ask me
about her hands?

Ballistics mentioned
that a piece of fingernail

got caught in the gun slide.

Rita had all her fingernails.

But our victim didn't.

Delia was holding the gun
when it was fired.

Think about it.
On the 9-1-1 call, she said...

Okay, fine! If you people
aren't gonna handle this,

I'll have to do it myself.

So she's had enough.

She wants to put the fear
of God into her neighbors.

She grabs the gun, but before
she can go out into the street,

she's confronted by someone.

- She spins around.
- Hey!

- She's startled.
- Hey! Stop!

She trips over
her damn garden gnome.

She loses her balance.

And then the gun goes off.

It's not the craziest story
I ever heard.

It's definitely close.

Okay, so the only thing
we don't know

is who she was yelling at.

Everybody else is accounted for.

They were all
at the block party.

Not... everyone.

Ss, ss, ss, ss.

The dog was in her yard.
That's who she was shouting at.

I gotta put that in my report.

Don't worry, Archie.

Not a jury in the world
is gonna convict.

Well, I'm just glad
everybody's okay.

You all seem to have
very dangerous jobs.

Not really.
I mean, most of the time,

it's pretty run of the mill.

Yeah. And Stan wasn't a bad guy.

He just... needed someone
to see him.

To understand
how much pain he was in.

He probably wasn't
gonna blow the place up.

Still seems... very risky.

I mean, from what I hear,
Evan has spent

quite a lot of time
in hospitals.

From what you hear?

'Cause you coulda come.

Seen for yourself.

Evan, I've told you...

You, uh, you're not good
with hospitals.

I got it.

I'm not good seeing my children
in them.

- You don't know!
- Mom, Mom.

I'm fine.

I'm ready for dessert.

Oh, Howard, where'd
you put that box we brought?

- Dad, more gifts?
- Not exactly.

It's over by the couch.
Let me grab it.

I like him, Maddie.

Me too.

You picked a good one this time.

- Mom...
- What?

It was a compliment, Evan.

- Oh, was it?
- Ugh!

Your baby box.

I thought
you might wanna pass on

some of these things
to your little girl someday.

Aw!

Oh, this is cool.

I-I didn't know
you made these for us.

When do I get mine?

Hey, you're not even
a grown up yet.

They're probably still
adding stuff to it.

I can't believe
you kept all this.

You thought we'd throw it away?

We may not have agreed

with all the choices you made,
Maddie,

but we never gave up hope
that you'd come to your senses.

And you did.

You never gave up hope?

Evan, let's not do this.

United front, remember?

You guys didn't even
go to her wedding.

Oh.

She was making
a terrible mistake.

- We told her that.
- Yeah, people make mistakes.

Doesn't mean you give up on 'em.

But you did.

She married Doug,
and you cut her off.

At the time,

we thought it was...
for the best.

We didn't know
what was going on.

I swear, Maddie.

We didn't know
he was hurting you.

Well, you should have.

You shoulda known!

You shoulda known!

You were right there
in the same town.

How could you not know?
Actually, you know what?

Maybe it does track,

'cause you barely knew what was
going on with your own kids

when we were under
the same roof.

Maybe you never gave up hope...

You sure as hell gave up on her.

You gave up on both of us.

Oh, and, uh, and you wanna know
why I'm really in therapy?

It is because I have spent
my entire life

feeling like
a constant disappointment.

And you wanna talk
about our jobs?

You think my job is dangerous?

I have walked through fire

every single day of my life
because of you.

That is why I am in therapy.

Because nothing I ever did

- was good enough!
- We tried.

- But you always...
- You never made it easy on us.

Either one of you.

We were supposed to?
We were kids.

Evan, I don't know what
you expected us to do!

Love me anyway.

I can't.

Oh...

Boom.

Tell Mom and Dad how you feel!

It'll be a fresh start! Ah!

Two dinners.

That's all it took, two dinners,

and I am 12 years old again,

trapped between my sister
and my parents.

And now...
planning my awkward apology.

What do you have to
apologize for?

Did you say anything
that wasn't true?

- No, but...
- Well, look.

Maybe you could've come at it
a little differently,

but if that's how you feel,
how they made you feel,

you have every right to say so.

Yeah, I don't need
any more therapy.

Tuh! Tuh!

I just wanna hit things.

I've been down that road.

I don't recommend it.

Maddie again?

Yeah.

She's worried about me.

Ah!

Can't imagine why.

Heading out, Sergeant Grant?

Uh, yeah.
Been a long couple of days.

Oh, by the way. Congratulations.

We apprehended
a corgi, Williams.

I'm not sure anyone's
getting a medal for that one.

A dog? What? I was talking
about your daughter.

She saved a lotta people
yesterday.

You must be proud.

Yeah. I am.

May?

Hey, Mom, what's up?

Can you come down here?
I wanna talk to you.

- Surprise!
- Surprise!

- Whoa!
- Congratulations!

What-what is this?

A little birdie told me

that you finished your training.

Congratulations, baby.
I'm proud of you.

You saved like 100 people.

37, but yes, big save.

Now, we didn't have time
to order you something custom,

- so we got you some cupcakes.
- Oh, my gosh!

- Thank you!
- Well, don't look at me.

No, Bobby was not the one

that told me
about your big call.

- Mom...
- I wish

you would've told me yourself.

I mean, you know I'm here
whenever you need me, right?

Yes, I do. I just...

I needed to find my way

without you.

And you did.

I'm proud of you.

Me too.

Are you okay?

Embarrassed, mostly,

about the way I went off
on Mom and Dad.

You don't have to defend me.
I can take care of myself.

Well, you shouldn't have to.
Not from your own parents.

But I'm sorry.

I know you're trying
to fix things with them.

Not just for me. For you too.

You shouldn't have to carry
the weight of their mistakes.

- You deserve better than that.
- Yeah, well...

And you have never...

you've never been
a disappointment.

You know, I-I gotta say, uh...

This was a surprise.

Never knew Mom and Dad
were so sentimental.

Yeah, they used to be...
different.

Different how?

Happier.

I mean, maybe they weren't.

You take things on
differently as a kid.

Ho ho ho, hey!
There's a handsome devil.

- That's not supposed to be in...
- Oh!

No pictures of me allowed
in your baby box.

Selfish! Ha.

This doesn't look like
our house.

When-when was this taken?

1988?

That can't be right.
I wasn't even born yet.

Maddie.

Maddie, who... who is this?

That's Daniel.

He died.

He was our brother.