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(camera shutters snapping,
police chatter)

GABRIEL REYES:
So you're saying you got home
at seven o'clock tonight?

-OWEN: Yep.
-GABRIEL: And there
were no signs

that an intruder
had been in the house?

(sighs) Not until
we went upstairs.

GABRIEL: Who else
has access to the place?

Uh, my son TK, um,
Mateo, the landlady.

Now, you all think
that this vandalism

had something to do with
the attack at the Capitol?

The message on the note
and the phrase painted
on the wall were similar.

Both used the word "toxic."

Well, it could be a coincidence,

except I tend not
to believe in those.

The fact that it was kept
in Strand's bedroom

makes it seem personal.

Can you think of anybody
who might be angry enough

to do something like this?

No. I'm a fairly beloved figure.

I don't have any enemies.

MATEO: Uh...

W... What?

What about that guy you punched?

Deputy Chief Tyson?

Oh, no. Billy and I are good.

You punched the deputy chief?

Wait, you punched someone else?

-Sergeant O'Brien.
-Who's Sergeant O'Brien?

Motorcycle cop.
Cap clocked him.

You punched a police sergeant?

He was not in uniform
at the time.

He was wearing a number.

A jersey.
He was wearing a jersey.

But that's not who you meant.

Uh, no.

That was just some guy.

-Recently?
-Two days ago.

So recently you punched...
just some guy?

That's right.

You slug anyone else

in the last, say, six months?

Well, there was the deputy
from Kerr County.

GABRIEL: Another cop?

He was involved
in human trafficking.

And my life and the life
of several others were at risk.

You can ask Marjan.
She was there.

Right. You're talking
about the Roy Griffin case?

-Yes.
-Bad hombre.

Word is he was working
with one of the cartels.

He's in jail for murder.

What?

He is in jail, right?

So about that...

(theme music plays)

Your Honor, this man is charged

with kidnapping and murder.

Defense's motion
to dismiss is laughable.

Former Deputy Griffin
held a fire captain at gunpoint.

He forced a roomful
of innocent people--

Innocent people?

You mean all those folks
who had just

-illegally crossed the border?
-Your Honor--

Let the prosecution
finish, counsel.

He forced a roomful of people
into zip ties

and according
to multiple accounts,

was about to execute
Captain Strand,

had Strand and his companions
not stopped him.

That's one
interpretation of events.

There's another?

Sheriff's Deputy Griffin

entered into a situation

in which he was
dangerously outnumbered

and could not possibly tell
the good guys from the bad.

For all he knew, Captain Strand

was the one engaged
in human trafficking.

The unarmed man
your client gunned down,

as witnessed
by another firefighter--

The slug pulled from that victim
was too damaged to match.

Your Honor,

the government's case
simply does not rise

to the burden necessary
to take it to trial.

Your Honor,
this man is a dirty cop
and a cold-blooded killer.

You can't just let him walk.

OWEN: They let him walk.

Are you kidding me?

-I wish I was.
-When did this happen?

OWEN:
That hearing was a month ago.

They let him out
two days after that.

-So he's been out for a month?
-Apparently.

And nobody gave you guys
a heads-up?

Well, if they dropped
the charges,

they're not obligated
to tell anybody anything.

Cap, you think
this might be the guy

who broke into your house

and staged the hoax
at the Capitol?

We don't know, but...

obviously it was somebody
who has a beef with me.

Well, I mean,
that ain't a short list, Cap.

Uh, I've been over that list,
and very few of them
are actually psychopaths.

But this guy is.

I want these posted
around the firehouse.

If you see him, do not approach.

Let me know
and I will call the authorities.

-That's it?
-What do you mean?

We're gonna put up fliers
like he's a lost cat?

The guy's
a straight-up murderer.

I watched him execute a man
like it was nothing.

I am aware.

But for right now,

the best thing that we can do,
just be on our guard.

Can you tell me where you are?

WOMAN (over phone):
I'm outside her house.
23401 Werner.

She won't come to the door
or answer her phone.

Okay. Is your sister
Joanne Polson?

WOMAN:
Yes. She-she's been sick.

I was supposed to pick her up
to go to her doctor's,

but she isn't answering.

Her car's still here.

This isn't like her.

GRACE: Okay. Help is on the way.

Ms. Polson?
This is the Austin PD!

Can you open up?

God, this is taking too long.

What if she's dead?

-(siren wailing)
-(pounding on door)

God!

Dispatch said
your sister was ill.
Is she on any medication?

She's on every medication.
She's got stomach cancer.

She's in her sixth cycle
of chemotherapy.

-No answer?
-No, ma'am.

-It's time we get in there.
-Yes, ma'am.

-Can you stand back, please?
-TOMMY: Come stand with me.

CARLOS:
Alright, this is Austin Police!

We're coming in.

Ms. Polson?

She's over here.

Joanne?

Stand back, ma'am.

(gasps)

No pulse. She's not breathing.

ANGIE:
God, please, no.

-TK, make sure
the gurney is ready.
-Copy.

-I've got a shockable rhythm.
-What, what does that mean?

It's good.
It means that there's still
electricity in her heart.

Please save her.
She's my sister.

Nancy?

Clear!

She's got a pulse.

Oh, thank God she's alive.

What's happening?

TOMMY:
You had a close call, ma'am,

but we'll have 'em
take a better look at you
at the hospital.

Like hell you are.

What...

What are you...
(exhales)

What are you people
doing in my house?

I-I called them.

(sighs)

We talked about this.

Be careful.

No. Don't touch me.

Ma'am, I'm not sure
you understand what's happening.

Nancy just saved your life.

No. You don't get it.

She was supposed to let me die.

TK: Hey, what's goin' on?

Uh, she has a DNR.

TK: Do not resuscitate?

We know what it means.

JOANNE: Oh, do you?

Everybody just
get out of my house.

(tense music playing)

Okay, I have some celery.

Marjan, what are we doing here?

MARJAN: What do you mean?

We're getting supplies
for the hang tonight

at Carlos and TK's, right?

Yeah. So why are we
on the other side of town?

Oh, no. No-no way. No way!

Just look at him.
Breathing free air.

It's disgusting.

How'd you even find him?

Paid 50 bucks
for an online background check,

got his address
and then followed him here.

Can you believe
this son of a bitch

has the nerve
to put on a uniform again?

Those are some dickies
and a name tag.

I'd hardly call that a uniform.

Ma'am? Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am.

Hey. Hey. No, no.
I got this for you. Please.

-(Marjan gasps)
-Please.

-Oh, did you see that?
-PAUL: What?

He's helping some little
old lady with her groceries.

Uh-uh. Monsters don't get
to help little old ladies.

Not on my watch.

Hey, Mar... Marjan, no. Hold on.

Marjan, no.

-(grunts)
-Thank you!

-You got a puppy, huh?
-I really appreciate it.

(softly): Marjan!

Drive safe, okay?

MARJAN: Murderer.

Marjan, what are you doing?

Where are you going?

Marjan, what are you doing?

Will you calm down?

What... Marjan!

(beeps)

Attention, shoppers.

It may interest you to know

that this establishment
has hired

as a security guard
a murderous murderer

who murders!

That man there,
Roy Griffin,

disgraced Kerr County
Sheriff's Deputy

has murdered at least
one man in cold blood.

I know this
because I witnessed it.

So you may want to
consider purchasing

your fresh veggies,
frozen waffles,

personal hygiene products
someplace else

so long as murder guy
is working the front door.

Now, excuse me
as I drop this mike.

(microphone feedback)

♪

Your dad really can pick 'em.

First, he pisses off
a serial arsonist

and now a homicidal cop.

You haven't even met Lorraine.

Lorraine? Who's Lorraine?

My dad's second wife.
She's back in New York.

She, uh, she had
a thing with knives.

By thing with knives,
you mean...

Hey, can we help you?

I'm looking for a Nancy Gillian.

I'm Nancy.

You've been served.

What is that?

NANCY:
You know that lady
we saved with the DNR?

TK: Hmm.

She's suing me.

When I used the words...

"stay away,"

how does that get translated

into harass this man
at his place of work?

(sighs) He reported me?

No, he didn't.

Oh. Then someone
at the market complained?

No.

-You snitched?
-No, I didn't snitch.

Paul did not snitch,
although he should have.

Okay, so who did?

There were
two undercover Rangers

in the parking lot.

They were watching the place.

Major Reyes
put a surveillance team there

at my request.

So the Texas Rangers snitched.

I think you're focusing
on the wrong thing.

Well, I didn't blow their cover.

They can still do their job,
can't they?

Not at work. He got fired.

(laughing)
He lost his job?

Sorry.

OWEN:
I understand your frustration.

I feel it, too.

But we need to let
law enforcement handle this.

They couldn't keep him
locked up for murder.

You really think
anyone's gonna care

that he left a pig's head
in your bed

or doused your girlfriend
in baking soda?

Cornstarch.

And we don't know if
he did any of those things,

but we do know he's dangerous,

and he's out there.

I mean, we don't even know
if he was thinking about us.

-(sighs) And now he is.
-Exactly.

We need to warn Sadie.

Who's Sadie?

Seriously, Cap?

Oh, come on,
you're the worst. Sadie?

Snowmageddon,
cabin next door to yours Sadie?

Oh, yes, Sadie. Sadie.
Ham radio Sadie.

Yeah, we weren't the only
ones he tried to murder.
She was there, too.

She's in the Hill Country.
She'll be fine.

She's not in the Hill Country.
She's here in town.

How do you know that?

Because she sent us invitations
to her art show?

Oh.

SADIE:
I wish I could say I had

some sort of grand vision
for this one, but...

it just sorta
poured out of me.

Sadie?

Owen?

Well, I almost didn't
recognize you without the beard.

-Oh, yeah.
-Uh, would you give me
one second, please?

And you brought Marwani.

-Hi, Marjan.
-Hi. Hey.

So good to see you both.

Oh!

Come on, let me show you around.

Can you believe they gave me
my own studio in the back,

which I've been sleeping in,

so please do not tell
the fire marshal.

Oh, well, my lips are sealed.

Uh, well, this is...
this is amazing.

And-and you look fantastic.

Um, but, uh, we didn't come here
because of the opening.

What's going on?

Well, you remember
Deputy Griffin
from the Hill Country?

Well, yeah, it's pretty hard
to forget a guy

with a pocketful of zip ties

who threatens to murder you
execution-style.

-Yeah.
-Is this about the trial?

'Cause I've heard nothing.

That's because there wasn't one.
He got out.

-He escaped?
-Yeah.

With the help
of the criminal justice system.

They let him go.

Uh, you guys
are freaking me out.

OWEN: Well, don't freak out.

Just, you know,
be aware of your surroundings.

You know, be calm.

But if you see him,
you call the police.

SADIE: Okay.

What are you doing?

Well, I'm calling the police.

(laughs) This is...
This is too good.

Did you see this?

"In, in the negative space

that I find my meaning,
my, my purpose." (laughs)

Now, now, wh-what do y'all think
is more pretentious?

That statement or this art?

Hey.

You should leave.

Really?

'Cause I got no place else
I need to be right now.

Do you really think
this is a smart play?

Are you gonna do
somethin' about it?

This is a private event.

It's uncomfortable, isn't it?

When someone shows up
at your place of business
and makes a stink?

That's a lesson that
you failed to teach your
plucky little friend here.

Did he just call me plucky?

You're trespassing.

So you need to go

before you're taken
out of here in handcuffs.

I know how to deal
with handcuffs.

And we both know
that I've beaten

bigger charges than trespassing.

Cap, please let me deck him.

Nobody's decking anybody.

You know, you're lucky
that there was a blizzard,

little girl.

Otherwise, you would have
ended up in a ditch.

-(grunts)
-(crowd gasping)

(Griffin laughs)

OFFICER:
Alright. Hands behind your back.

(handcuffs clicking)

Who's going out
in cuffs now, Captain?

Okay, before you say anything,

I know, I punched someone else.

You just had to add
another name to the list.

Well, technically,
he was already on the list.

GABRIEL: Well, I guess
at some point, you were
bound to repeat yourself.

Only so many people in Texas.

He threatened Marjan, okay?

He flat-out told her
that he would have killed her
in the blizzard

if he had the opportunity,
and he meant it.

-He was goading you.
-Yes, I am aware.

And it worked.

I've been ordered from on high

to pull the surveillance detail
off Griffin.

From on high because of me?

Yeah. Is that not enough?

It's kinda hard to argue
for the man-hours

when my bosses know exactly
only two things from our tail.

That your firefighter
harassed him

and then you assaulted him.

Yeah, I guess
that's not a good look.

There's more.
Griffin's lawyer
petitioned the courts

for an emergency
protective order against you.

Your stalker doesn't want you
within 100 yards of him.

Now, that's not a good look.

I'll have you outta here
in the next few minutes,

but, Owen, from here on out,

you'd be wise
to keep it in check.

(door opens)

So I've reviewed
all the paperwork

the plaintiff has filed
with the court.

How bad are we talking?

(sighs) Joanne Polson
is suing the city,

the fire department,
and you, for one dollar each.

One dollar?

So she's just
trying to make a point.

RON: She's definitely
trying to make a point.

The only non-negotiable
condition in the suit

is that they want
Ms. Gillian fired immediately...

-Oh.
-...with a promise
never to rehire her.

That's ridiculous.

You can't tell me a jury
is going to ban Nancy for life

for saving a life.

We believe we have a path
to victory here.

You do? How?

For starters,
there's Polson's sister Angie.

She never mentioned the DNR
to you on the 911 call, did she?

No. No, never.

What I understand, Ms. Polson
was wearing long sleeves

that covered her bracelet,
is that correct?

Right. Yeah. I never saw it.

The law says
that a first responder

must make a reasonable effort
to look for a DNR.

From where I'm sitting,
that box was clearly checked.

You're not psychic.
You can't be held responsible

for something you never saw.

You hear that, Nancy?
Everything's gonna be okay.

Yeah.

Appreciate you guys
bringing all this stuff over.

Yeah, no worries.

We figured we could all use
some comfort tonight.

-Yeah.
-OWEN: I can't believe

I let him goad me into that.

MARJAN: Yeah, well,
it's not your fault.

The guy said that
his biggest regret

after everything he's done

is not throwing my body
in a ditch.

So my biggest regret is not
hitting him before you did.

She's right. You were
protecting your family.

MARJAN:
God, I just, I just hate

that that hillbilly deputy
put us in check.

I get put in check
at the Capitol every day.

Every time some state senator
cuts a backroom deal

or a lobbyist
makes a power play,

but there's always some angle

to play to spin out of it.

You... beautiful genius.

That's it.
The angle at the Capitol.

Excuse me.
What, what just happened?

Okay, so he was able
to waltz away from a murder

that he committed
in the middle of nowhere,

but a terrorism charge
at the Capitol,

that he won't be able
to dance away from.

Do you think we can get access
to the security footage
from the day of the attack?

I have the parking space
next to the governor's,
of course, I can,

but the FBI
already combed through it.

But they didn't know
what they were looking for.
And we do.

(sighs) Okay, but there's
dozens of hours of footage.

TK: Well, luckily
we know someone

who's just become an expert

at scanning hours of footage.

This is why I keep getting
chronic eyestrain.

But you're helping me.

Great. Okay, but we
need to do this

before he hurts anyone else.

(siren wailing)

FIREFIGHTER (yells): Up top!
Give me a little
more to the right!

ANDREWS:
Strand, welcome to the fight.

The whole place went up
like a damn tinder box.

My guys saw drums of acetone
stored inside.

That's probably
where it started.

You evacuated the building?

No, the owner said
nobody was inside.

The gallery's closed.

-See if you can
get her on the phone.
-Yeah.

There's a studio space
in the back.

A woman's been living in it.
Have you checked there?

We didn't make it that far back.

That roof's about ready
to go any time now.

It just keeps going
straight to voice mail.

Alright, Judd, you're in command
of the 126 till I'll get back.

-Where are you going?
-Going in.

Wait, hey,
Captain Andrews just said

that whole structure's
about to fall.

That's why I don't have
time to argue with you.

(flames roaring)

Sadie?

Sadie!

Sadie?

Sadie? Can you hear me?

Captain Strand, 122 says

that the delta roof
is coming down any second now.

Do you copy?

-No, that's it, man.
I'm going in.
-Yeah, me too.

Oh, hey.
The hell y'all ain't.

You were right there when
the captain gave me the order.

Yeah, because he always
has to play Lone Ranger.

Yeah. And 'cause he knows
what he's doing.

(dramatic music playing)

Owen, you came for me.

(siren wailing)

♪

Nancy, you alright?

Yeah, totally.

Are you sure?

'Cause I've been watching you
unlace that boot for a while.

Hey.

You heard the city attorney.
You didn't see the bracelet.

There's no jury in the world
that's gonna blame you for this.

But I did.

What?

I did see the DNR bracelet.

It slid out
from under her sleeve.

I saved her anyway.

No, Nancy,
what were you thinking?

Come on, we train for this.

Watching that lady
bawl her eyes out

because she thought she was
gonna lose her big sister,

I thought of my sister
and I couldn't help but help.

-Okay, this isn't good.
-I know, Cap.

And that's why
I'm going to resign

and spare everyone the misery
of going to court.

She wants my scalp, Cap,
and I'm gonna give it to her.

No, ma'am.
No, you are not. No.

NANCY: Yes, I am.

Because it's either that
or lie under oath.

And that's just not me.

Well, maybe there is
another way to fix this.

And we won't
have to go to trial.

(monitor beeps)

How's she doing?

She's pretty shaken up.
But she's lucky.

Some smoke inhalation
and a sprained wrist.

Other than that,
she should be fine.

Please tell me that
she saw him start the fire.

-Griffin.
-No.

She was painting
in the back with headphones on.

Last thing she remembers
is smelling smoke

and then waking up in your arms.

Well, the gallery
has security cameras,
have you looked at 'em?

They were slagged in the fire.

This guy has got
a horseshoe up his ass.

(laughing) We'll see.

We should be able to
pull the footage from the cloud.

Alright, well, you need to put
24/7 surveillance on Griffin.

Owen, I told you I can't.

Until we have hard evidence,
nothing's changed.

So you're telling me
we need to wait

until he actually kills someone?

-I'm sorry. Someone else.
-No.

What I'm saying is I can't
put a detail on Griffin's house

at 647 Salem Bluff Drive.

It's the one with
the white front porch.

♪

How you holdin' up?

I'll be doing better
once I get outta here.

Where do you plan on going
after they discharge you?

I'm heading for the hills,
literally.

Your cabin? No. No, no.

You won't be safe there.
You'll be a sitting duck.

But that Texas Ranger said

they couldn't give me
police protection.

So what else
am I supposed to do?

Hey, guys, come on in.

Hey, Sadie, this is Carlos,

who's the officer
I was telling you about.

Alright,
your pain meds are here.

How's your wrist feeling?

No, it's okay right now.

Okay, well, if it acts up,
TK can look at it.

-He's a paramedic. Where's TK?
-Oh, after you called,

he decided we weren't ready
for all this hosting,

so he's out grabbing dinner.

I hope I'm not putting you out.

Never thought
I would need police detail.

Seems like it comes
with the territory.

You can't get
next to Owen Strand

without somebody
wanting you dead.

Sadie, this is
my girlfriend Catherine,

and I urge you to ignore
everything she says.

Okay. Alright.
Uh, I'll be on my cell.

-Where are you going?
-Well, it's my fault

that the Rangers and the APD
can't sit on him,

so I'm gonna do it.

Does my father know?

He kinda suggested it.

I'm going with you.

-Catherine.
-CATHERINE: I'm going.

You don't plan
to confront him, do you?

-OWEN: No, just watch him.
-CATHERINE: Great.

And while you watch him,
I'll watch you.

Here we go.

Fresh pecan sandies,
still warm from the oven.

-My husband's recipe.
-ANGIE: Thank you.

It was one of his favorites.

None for me, thank you.

"Was" one of his favorites?

Um, yes.

Charles has been gone now
for just over a year.

Oh. I'm sorry to hear that.

-My condolences.
-Thank you.

Well, you've done him proud.
They're delicious.

TOMMY: I appreciate that.

Um, listen, I...

I realize this is, um,
a very unusual request.

I just want to thank you
for agreeing

to come and sit down with us.

Well, my sister wouldn't
stop whining about it

until I agreed to, so...

Listen, Captain Vega, let me
just save you the trouble.

I'm not dropping my lawsuit.

Don't be rude, Jo.

They just wanna talk.

Well, this was supposed
to do all the talking for me.

Ms. Polson...

I know I should have
respected your wishes.

But all I've ever wanted to do
since I was a kid

was save people.

Please don't take that
away from me.

You still don't get it, do you?

This isn't about you, dear.

Um, Mrs. Polson...

I know that people
with your prognosis

start to think about
what their legacy might be.

I'm begging you,

please don't have your legacy
be ending hers.

You offered me one of
your husband's cookies.

I didn't say no
'cause I didn't want one.

I said no...

because if I ate it,

I'd be throwing up
for the next six hours.

You ask about my legacy?

I want my legacy
to be speaking up

for people who are suffering...

for voices
who nobody wants to hear.

(whimsical music playing)

(sharp knock on window)

What do you think you're doing?

Same thing as you, I'm guessing.

Making sure
that murderous bastard

doesn't try anything else.

What did I tell you?

Not to bother him at work.

-You're leaving.
-Why?

Because the murderous bastard
has threatened to kill you.

And because your
situational awareness

leaves something
to be desired.

First of all,
my situational awareness
is just fine.

-I totally knew you were there.
-Lie.

And I'm not the one he has
a restraining order against.

I'll take my chances.

Go on, scram.

Go back and scrub
that security video.

Fine.

But you two have
a screwed-up notion
of a date night.

-SADIE:
Is this the main hall camera?
-(door opening)

Hey. Sorry it took so long.
The line was out the door.

TK, this is Sadie.

Oh, yeah, of course. Hi.

I hope you like pho
because if you're hungry

and you don't like pho
you're sort of outta luck.

You know,
let me help you with that.

Where's Dad?

He decided he needed
to keep an eye on Griffin.

He's sitting outside
the guy's house with Catherine.

He's stalking his stalker,
and he brought a date?

Well, I mean, to be fair,
she was pretty insistent.

Yeah, well, at least our
fire insurance is up to date,

'cause the last time
he pissed off a maniac,

our whole place burned down
to the ground.

I'm starting to regret
that we didn't pick up coffees.

Oh, no, you're not, believe me.

Had you picked up coffee,
three hours later,

you'd be looking
for the nearest bush.

That is the single easiest way

to get your cover blown
on a stakeout.

I didn't realize firefighters
knew so much about stakeouts.

Oh, we don't. I've just seen
the movie "Stakeout"

like a thousand times.

"Stakeout" with Rosie O'Donnell?

Bite your tongue! "Stakeout."

With Emilio Estevez
and Madeleine Stowe.

Oh, right. Oh.

-Love Madeleine Stowe.
-Oh, yeah.

I remember
"The Last of the Mohicans."

-Hmm.
-(door opens)

(sighs)

What are we lookin' at?

I wouldn't think about
making a move
right this second, Captain.

Just stay still.

(Griffin laughs)

Say cheese.

(camera shutter clicks)

And these go straight to APD.

You're in violation
of your restraining order.

You know what?

This calls for a celebration.

I think I'm gonna
go get me some tacos.

-You okay?
-(exhales)

I guess I should be glad
it was a phone and not a gun.

Please do me a favor.

Don't mention
any of this to Marjan.

(loud explosion)

-Oh, my God!
-(Griffin screaming)

(screaming continues)

Ooh. Wait. Take it back.

Is that him?

CARLOS: Uh...

Pretty sure that's a statue.

(coughs) Hot.

Mm.

Oh, no, did I screw it up?
I'm sorry.

I have a tendency
to get a little wild
with the chili oil.

No, no, I'm just sweating
through my hoodie.

I might have to shed
a few layers or...

crack a window open.

(clears throat)
How-how's yours?

Oh, mine's good,
you lightweight.

Shut up.
Excuse me.

I feel like we're chasing
our own tails here.

SADIE: Would you like me
to get you some more tea?

CARLOS:
Actually, that would be...

(key clacks)

Is that a yes?

Sadie, why don't you sit down?

(sighs)

(key clacks)

(sighs) What did you find?

CARLOS: You were there.

Yeah.

And the card Catherine opened...

is it in the bag
you're carrying?

(laughs)

It was just cornstarch.

Why?

Hm...

Do you believe in destiny?

Do you believe that you and TK
are destined to be together?

You know what?
I know that you do.

I can tell just from
the short time I've been here.

This home
you've made together...

it's like you're
supposed to be here.

And he's who you're
supposed to be with.

And that-that other place
that was supposed to burn down,

like it had to burn down.

Right?

That's the same
with me and Owen.

We are meant to be together too.

I mean, what are the odds?
What are the odds

that the week
my divorce is finalized,

I meet Owen
up in the Hill Country

and we have
an adventure together?

Because that is destiny.

And how did you break
into Owen's house?

Oh, well, that was easy.

Hmm.

He has the young girl
that walks his dog.

Right? So I watched her
use the key

that he keeps under the planter
on the front porch.

You set the fire to the gallery.

-(laughs): Well...
-Sadie.

You could have died.

Mm. No.

No. I knew he was
gonna come for me.

And he did.

Where's TK?

I don't know.

Oh, uh, you might
wanna sit down.

What did you do?

Well, I mean,
I couldn't have you tell Owen

before I could explain
all this to him myself.

(echoing):
Yeah. Yeah, I, uh...

I, I, I put 70 milligrams
of oxy in your soup.

It shouldn't be enough
to kill you.

I don't think.

CARLOS (weakly): TK...

(door buzzes)

GABRIEL (over phone):
Either of you hurt?

No, we were in the car
when it happened.

GABRIEL:
What about Griffin,
he gonna make it?

OWEN (over phone):
If he's lucky, no.

You were watching the house,
you see anything?

You mean did I see
someone set the bomb?

GABRIEL:
I'm starting to think
this guy's enemy list

is even longer than yours.

-(cell phone beeps)
-Hang on.

Sammy, what do you got?

Well, we got
the security footage
from the art gallery.

Griffin didn't torch it.
He's not your stalker.

Do you know who is?

Hey. They got you
answering their door now?

Well, I'm the only one here
at the moment.

What?

Yeah. We think
we found something

on the security video
that might be Griffin.

-Really?
-Mm-hmm.

That's amazing. Great.

Well, here I was
looking forward to eyestrain.

They, they left you
here alone?

Yeah, well, Carlos was gonna
take it over to his dad.

You know, the Texas Ranger.

Yeah? He took it over?
He hasn't heard of the Internet?

And TK, he went with him?

SADIE: Mm-hmm.

(cell phone ringing)

MARJAN:
And he left his phone here?

(ominous music playing)

(phone ringing)

(groans)

(grunts) Hell, no.

Bitch.

God!

(winces)

Owen.

You came for me.

I didn't come for you.

But he did.

Sadie Becker,
you're under arrest.

(handcuffs clicking)

(siren wailing)

Okay, Nance, uh, how
we doing on Kerlix gauze?

Uh, good on gauze, but we should
put trauma pads and IV tubing

on the next supply order.

TOMMY: Copy that.

Which I guess
will be my last supply order.

You heard the lawyer.
It could be months
before we go to trial.

Which means you have
plenty of boring paperwork
in front of you.

Just when I thought I was out.

TOMMY: Uh-huh.

(chuckles)

Hey, bud. I didn't expect
to see you back so soon.

I had to get out of the house.

How's Carlos holding up?

He'll be fine.
He's resting at home.

Shouldn't you be doing the same?

Trust me, Cap,
I'm much better off here.

Otherwise, I'll just be
spinning out about the fact

that I'm back to day one.

Day one? Day one of what?

My sobriety.

The pills that Sadie used
were opioids.

TOMMY:
Alright, then back to work.

I need you to check out
the supply room.

Give me a count
on nasal cannulas
and non-rebreathers.

-On it, Cap.
-Alright, dale.

ANGIE: Excuse me?

I'm-I'm so sorry to bother you.

I, um...

Angie, what's wrong?

My sister Joanne...

she passed away last night.

Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.

I appreciate that.

But for the first time in...

(sighs) two years,
her face was...

peaceful.

She's finally not in pain, so...

Still, I know what
it's like to lose someone.

Is it okay if I give you a hug?

Then I'm gonna hug you.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

ANGIE: Thanks.

But I didn't come here
for a hug.

I, um...

Joanne dropped the lawsuit
against you.

Oh, my God. Really?

ANGIE:
And she left you something.

She wanted you to keep
her DNR bracelet with you.

On every call.

To remind you to listen.

That's my sister for you.

Even beyond the grave, she's...

still running the show.

No.

No, she just knew how to
gracefully exit stage.

Marjan? It's me.
Can I come in?

MARJAN:
Yeah, come on in, Cap.

...five, four, three, two, one.

-(grunts)
-What are you doing?

They gave me two units
of O negative.

I'm feeling no pain.

I reckon I should be good to
get back on the rig by Thursday.

No, no. You were
stabbed in the back.

You need a week off.
I think that that's a rule.

Fine.

What's that?

Gabriel gave me
the Texas Rangers' file
on Sadie.

You know, I think I've had
enough true crime for one week.

Why don't you just
give me the highlights?

Okay. You remember when
I met her in the Hill Country

and she was talking about
having just left her ex-husband?

Let me guess.
There was no ex-husband?

Oh, there's
an ex-husband alright.

Uh, they found his severed head
in her freezer.

Whoa.

Dark.

Yep. Yep.

Because I missed
all the signs

and I sent you right to her.

And you were in the door
not two minutes after me.

And I may have
slightly distracted you

by starting a war
on a second front

with the good-old deputy.

Well, if we're gonna
fight a war on two fronts,

there's nobody
I'd rather fight it with.

But how about next time
just one front?

Or better yet, no fronts.

Good luck with that,
Mr. Fists of Fury.

(sighs) Alright,
I guess that's fair,

but I swear to you,
I'm done throwing my haymakers.

Oh, Cap, don't make me laugh.
I'll pop a stitch.

-(knock on door)
-Captain Strand?

Thank you.

(monitor beeps)

Deputy?

(Griffin chuckles softly)

Didn't think they allowed
visitors in this unit.

Helps to know people.

But I guess I don't
need to tell you that.

You know, for the longest time,
I couldn't...

figure out the mystery of it.

I couldn't get my...

my head around it.

About what?

How you skated
on that murder charge.

Then I saw your car blow up.

And it all snapped into focus.

-GRIFFIN: Is that so?
-That so.

It was your good friends
the cartel, wasn't it?

Because you made a deal
with the FBI to turn on 'em.

Isn't that right?

Never lost a wink of sleep
about it.

Can I ask you a question?

Why'd you do it?

Why'd you bother
to put out those flames...

after everything I did?

'Cause it's my job.

And because you're covered
in third-degree burns.

And they're going to
cause you a lifetime of pain.

And that feels like
the justice you deserve.

You are one dark
son of a bitch, Strand.

You and me both.

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